#YES YES YEZ YES PLEASE PLEASE

[shmowder]

NO FUCKING WAY IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM!!! STAY FUCKING CALM!

[pinklunarprincess]

“And now all he can think about is his blue jeans on her bedroom floor and cherry-flavored lips” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYESSSSSS

Could you write anything about Andrew in his blue jeans. They got my going feral, absolutely loosing my shit

a/n: the blue jeans aren't heavily mentioned but i think they still do play an important part

cw: andrew having a dire desperate crush, very slightly suggestive

it’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage. 

he’s in a city he’s played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front, and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. the backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; his drummer sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. his bassist has a laugh, chatting with some of the backing singers, a cigarette in one hand.  

he sits and watches. 

he knows she’s far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. her staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time she dashes past him, and his heart squeezes every time she throws a casual smile at someone else.

“you’re running around like a headless chicken,” he calls out as soon as she’s within earshot. 

she staggers to a stop, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, “yeah, well,” she shrugs, “i have a million last-minute things to look at.”

he knows it’s literally her job, but in this moment, all he wants is for her to sit next to him (better yet, for her to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. about anything and everything. but then a small smile blooms on her face and his heart skips a beat. 

“your pins are all wonky,” she laughs a little and gestures for him to stand up.

it’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing the pins crooked by just the slightest. it happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing, but then he saw how it irked her and how she was dying to fix it. how close they both stood while her fingers worked deftly at aligning them.  

and so now he does it on purpose, wears them just crooked enough to irk her so she would come over and fix them for him. but he has to be careful enough not to do it every time. and on days he wears them perfectly, he constantly dreams about what it would be like to have her hands still brushing against his chest.

“blue jeans today?” she quirks an eyebrow, looking him up and down.

“oh, you know all about my fashion choices, do you?” he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. a faint scent of jasmine washes over him—her shampoo or her body lotion, he doesn’t know—but his mind has started associating the scent with her and her alone. 

“no…” she trails off, looking at him a little sternly, and he worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time.

she was clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on her. he’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this. 

“they look nice on you. better than the black,” she bites her lip to stop herself from smiling and his brain short circuits. 

for one, she’s just teased back, even if it was barely anything. and now all he can think about is biting her lip while holding her in his arms. 

the height difference between them means that every time she looks up at him, it’s through her eyelashes. his lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. and he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. so he has to collect little bits and pieces of her whenever he can and store them like stolen candy. 

“there,” she says once she’s done and gives him a little pat on his chest, “now you look all handsome again.”

him. handsome. she thinks he looks handsome. he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

“oh god, don’t smile at me like that,” she blurts out. it’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, but her eyes widen. and she looks away in an instant.

“why?” he feigns arrogance, seamlessly slipping into the confident artist his fans meet, “does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?”

she rolls her eyes but doesn't take a step back. she doesn't even move her hands from his chest. which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing. 

“you okay?” she asks and he watches her brows furrow in concern. 

shit. shit. shit. he has to think on his feet, and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus! 

“just nervous about the show?”

it comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. she knows he has played here like four times before. she knows he has everything rehearsed and ready to go, and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his chest pound like this. 

she gives him a sceptical look and opens her mouth, about to say something, but someone calls her name. both their gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. he feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at her with anything other than adoration, but then his gaze snaps back to her. 

“i gotta go,” she gives him a small smile. “but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.”

he nods absently, like a pathetic idiot. 

“and,” she grins “wear that blue jeans more, will you? it really does look gorgeous on you.” before he knows what’s happening, she stands on her toes and presses a tiny kiss on his cheek. and just like that, she’s gone, running around the set once again. 

in a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. multiple neurons in his body are misfiring, and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff. 

he wonders if he should follow her and kiss her hard enough that he will taste her for days. he wonders if she tastes like the cherry lip gloss she uses. then he worries that she’s just a friendly, affectionate person. and finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from her. 

“alright, mate?” his bassist appears, finally back from a cigarette break, and he has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. 

it’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

and now all he can think about is his blue jeans on her bedroom floor and cherry-flavoured lips. 

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hi! i absolutely adore your CR drabble series on AO3. could you do a drabble where either yeza takes care of veth when she's overworking herself OR they both are tired and taking care of each other? I love any sort of domestic fluff. I know you don't usually write veth/yeza, so no worries if you decide not to write this one!

The baby is crying. There's smoke coming from the oven, thick and choking. The bell over the apothecary door downstairs jingles. In the storage room, somethings tips over, crashing to the stone floor. Yeza swears. The baby cries louder. The laundry has been sitting in its dirty water for two days.

Veth stands in the middle, eyes burning and mind buzzing. She doesn't know where to begin, which emergency to address first—the baby. The baby is crying.

She moves mechanically to his crib, scoops him up and does her best to wrangle his thrashing limbs. "Hey, my little button," she coos, half-delirious in her exhaustion. "There's no need to cry." Smoke continues to billow from the sides of the closed oven door. "Okay, we're about to suffocate to death, so maybe there is a need to cry."

She needs to address the smoke situation—baking bread for the first time is not the thing to try when there are a thousand other things going on, it turns out—but she doesn't want to bring Luc any closer. She's just about to call Yeza up to come take him when her husband's voice reaches her first. "VETH, A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE."

Yes, Veth thinks. I would love some. Better to bring the baby down, anyways; smoke rises. She scurries down the stairs, still failing to quiet Luc's squalls, and she's greeted by a line at the apothecary counter, four people with baskets that will take forever for Yeza to tally up. She was always better at math than he is. She slips beside him and passes him the baby. "Let me do this. You go put out the fire."

"Fire?" Yeza squeaks, but she shoos him off. She hasn't slept in two days, but somehow she adds up every order, takes the gold, pays back the coppers and silvers, until the line is gone and the smell of smoke is no longer so threatening. She slams the register closed, and Yeza appears at the top of the stairs, sans Luc. "Are we good?"

"We're good. I short-changed that human guy, he was being a dick." She slumps against the counter. "Is Luc okay?"

"Back asleep." Yeza comes down and begins massaging Veth's shoulders. She might just pass out right here, right now. "Veth, it looks like a war zone up there."

Just like that, she's wide awake and seething. "Yeah, well, I'm trying my fucking best—"

"No, no, no." He stops, spins her around, and takes her hands in his. "That's not what I meant. What I meant was I didn't know you needed help."

She fights the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course I need help, Yez. We have a baby and a home and we need to eat and as smart as you are, you can't do basic math."

"You're right, which is why I asked you for help. Maybe you could try it sometime?"

Okay, she gets his hint. "I just...you have a lot going on. With the store and your experiments. I love your alchemy, you know that."

"I do know that. I love it, too. I just love you and Luc more."

Veth leans forward so her head is tipped down onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm just...not used to having people I can count on."

His hand rubs up and down her back. "I know," he murmurs in her ear. "But you've got us now, and I'm never gonna let anything happen to you and Luc."

And she believes him, because Yeza is many things, but he is not a liar. She lets him hold her behind the counter of their store, beneath the floorboards of the home they made together, and she knows herself to be safe.

[bothsloth-originals]

hey you had a urinetown spies are forever au right? please tell me about it (if you want to) im rewatching the show

um it was mostly a joke but okay yeah yes yez

@pleasesetmywagononfire @quizzeyourbeloved

sorry if tagging you is weird but umm this is historic

uh yeah so basically Curt was Hope, Owen was Bobby, Cynthia was Caldwell, Mrs. Mega was Pennywise, I think Tatiana and Barb were little sally and lockstock but also I don’t know/remember what happened to barrell it’s fine it’s okay I forgot him but that’s fine

[sekhisadventures]

A Hammer Reforged

The Facility of the Awakening Machine, a Long Forgotten Chamber

Dareley coughed, his lungs full of eons old dust as he struggled to stand. “That… bloody hurt…” he winced, then he jolted out of his daze as he heard the sounds of battle from outside! The roar of the void-corrupted skardyn, the crackle and whoosh of arcane magic, the clash of metal-on-metal as Mola’raum’s spear smashed into Garnal’s blades, the bird-like cry of Shalandrae becoming a loud fearsome roar as she landed and shifted into her bristlebear form to fight the skardyn with fang and claw.

“Gotta… get back out there… m’ friends need me…” he gasped, trying to get to his feet… then he froze as he heard laughter in his ear.

“Ain’t long now Steelhammer…” sneered the voice of Dissonantia. “Go on ‘n help ‘em… ye’ll be more o’ a hindrance ‘n anyfin’. Send a few o’ yer mates with yez ta meet me in th’ Shadowlands.” she taunted.

“Shut it you.” he spat, using his sword to push himself upright, then stumbling again. He could feel the curse spreading, his mind going back to the nightmare where it consumed his entire body. “Light… please… help me… I cannae let ‘em die…” he whispered.

However… something else replied to his plea instead. When he was blown through the door his back hit something, but it wasn’t a wall. Behind him an ancient mechanism whirred to life.

“It has been [54,764,965] cycles since this system was last accessed.” came an artificial sounding voice, “Earthen repair and purification unit online in three… two… one… boot successful. Entity detected, scanning…”

Dareley looked behind him in confusion and saw a large machine with a screen and, next to it, a chamber big enough for an earthen to stand inside comfortably. The screen was displaying some sort of strange runic pattern as it carried out its function.

“Scan completed. Alert. Void corruption detected. Please enter repair chamber to initiate purification.” spoke the machine.

Dareley blinked slowly, then looked down at his chest, “Void corruption… ye mean Dissonantia’s curse? Ye can break it?!” he gasped in surprise.

The chamber opened with a hiss as the machine repeated its instruction, “Please enter repair chamber to initiate purification.”

Dareley looked at the door, wincing as he heard the fight continuing, but in his current state he wouldn’t be of any help to them. “Hang on ye lot…” he whispered, putting his sword and shield down carefully next to the wall and stumbling into the chamber, turning to face the door as it hissed closed.

“Thank you. Scanning to determine source of corruption…” the machine stated.

“Aye aye whatever, just hurry it th’ fel up!” whispered the dwarf anxiously.

“Scan complete. Corruption source identified: [Old God entity: Yogg-sauron.] Currently incarcerated in Ulduar. [Error 500: Unable to confirm current status of entity. Connection to Ulduar timed out. Please ensure network cable is connected properly.]” spoke the machine.

Dareley paused, frowning. “Wait a bloody minute… Dissonantia wasn’t usin’ Yogg’s power… she was merged with Y’sharrj… Yogg-sauron… what kinda curse would he…” he began, then his eyes bulged. “WAIT!” he shouted, banging his fists on the chamber door.

“Initiating purification in three… two… one… Purification process commencing.” it began, and then the chamber glowed with the power of the titans as Dareley cried out!

The Awakening Machine, Main Chamber

The Skardyn were everywhere. Nelen and Shalandrae fought as fiercely as they could against the onrushing horde as Xiaren hovered behind them, the sha sorceress’ hands alight with the power of the Void as she directed them. Her face was dispassionate, she didn’t enjoy this, or dislike it. Rather, she didn’t allow herself to in order to ensure her sha remained under control this time.

Behind them Mola’raum clashed with the renegade knight Garnal, the troll’s spear blocking his twin blades as the undead man slammed them home again and again. The troll was beginning to stumble however. His ghoul was in pieces, torn apart by the Skardyn, and he had no bodies to summon more! The corrupted earthen were more akin to elementals, he couldn’t raise them!

Suddenly Garnal feinted with his swords, then lashed out with his boot. Mola’raum let out a cry of surprise and fell sprawling to the floor as his spear clattered into the distance, the Death Knight trying to stand, only to come face to face with the tip of Garnal’s sword.

“Surrender Mola’raum. Xal’atath can give you the same gift she’s offered me. No pain, no fighting, just peace…” offered the renegade.

Mola’raum scowled, “Peace… Ya asked her ta destroy ya soul mon! Dat not be peace! Dat not be ANYTHIN’!” he retorted.

Garnal shrugged, “After all I’ve been forced to do since Northrend, I don’t care. Its close enough.” he replied, raising his sword to strike the finishing blow as the troll’s eyes widened. Mola’raum was a Death Knight, and there were two widely known things that could kill one. Fire and the Light.

There was a third though, a necromancer could undo the bindings between body and soul that prevented a Death Knight from dying, and any Death Knight could use necromancy! Garnal could kill Mola’raum, permanently!

“Goodbye, brother.” he whispered, his sword glowing with unholy energy as he aimed to sever those connections, banishing Mola’raum’s soul back to the Shadowlands… and suddenly there was a flash of light and with a loud crash his sword went flying across the room.

“GARNAL!” shouted the voice of Dareley Steelhammer.

The two Death Knights turned to look as behind them Shalandrae and Nelen risked a glance, even Xiaren hesitating. The skardyn that were still alive under her command paused, unsure as to what their master wanted them to do next.

Standing against the doorway, hidden in the shadows, was what appeared to be a dwarven man in plate armor, a sword and shield in his hands.

“I’m only gonna say this ONCE. Put yer weapons down ‘n step away from me friends. NOW.” the dwarf commanded… and something sounded different. His voice was deeper, younger sounding almost.

“Dareley?” gasped Nelen, “Are you alright?!”

Dareley chuckled, then stepped forward into the light… but it wasn’t a dwarf they saw. It was Dareley, he wore his armor and had his weapons… but his skin had gone from pale flesh to stone akin to carved marble, and his snowy white beard and hair were now glossy black metal wire. His gauntlets were punctured open at the knuckles too, a small crystal growing from each knuckle that shined with the power of the Light.

“Oh Nelen…” he grinned, his eyes a pair of glowing golden orbs now, “I ain’t felt this bloody good in a LONG time…”

Dareley Steelhammer was a dwarf no more. The titan machine had removed the void corruption placed on the ancestors of the dwarves by the Old God Yogg-Sauron, the Curse of Flesh! Standing before them, in the armor of a Paladin of the Holy Light, was an earthen!

The Death Knight snarled and thrust out his hand as a shadowy image of a grasping claw snapped out and retrieved his fallen blade, raising them both and turning to face Dareley.

"Cannae say I didnae warn ye..." he whispered, then he roared “FOR TH’ LIGHT!” as a pair of golden wings erupted from his back and he surged forward, moving so fast it was as if his feet left the ground, the paladin all but flying towards Garnal!

Garnal brought his weapons up just in time to block Dareley’s own sword, the edge of which shined like the sun itself!

Mola’raum rolled away and leapt to his feet, retrieving his spear using the same trick as Garnal, then turned towards Xiaren and her mob. “DARELEY GOT DIS! FOCUS ON DA SKARDYN!” he shouted.

The pandaren scowled and gestured as the skardyn let out an unearthly howl and rushed forward, Shalandrae roaring in defiance as she smashed her giant bristlebear claws into them as Mola’raum ran to her side, bringing his spear around as it glowed with necromantic power. He couldn’t hurt them as effectively as she could, but he could definitely distract while she used the strength of her bear form to tear them apart! Nelen teleported backwards, then summoned his mirror images and rained arcane power down across the battlefield, blowing chunks of corrupted crystal off the army of starcursed earthen.

He regretted having to do this, but there was no way they knew of to undo the transformation. The most they could do for Xiaren’s victims was give them as quick an end as possible.

Behind them Dareley and Garnal clashed, but the Paladin fought with a grace and speed that he hadn’t shown in the entire time Nelen and Shalandrae had known him, his shield and sword moving as if they weighed nothing at all!

The death knight swore, then managed to catch his blade between his two swords and twisted it out of Dareley’s grasp, throwing it to the side out of his reach. “HA!” he taunted.

Dareley jumped back, then tossed his shield down as well and put his hands together, palms facing each other. “Ha yerself lad.” he grinned, “LIGHT! HEAR ME! BE ME STRENGTH! BE ME HAMMER!” he called out and his body glowed with a golden radiance. Garnal swore and shielded his eyes as Xiaren cried out and floated backwards as fast as she could, the skardyn howling in pain as steam erupted from the void-corrupted crystals in their bodies.

A sphere of pure light formed between Dareley’s hands, then it elongated and twisted until a war-hammer floated before him. Not one of metal, but one made from the power of the Light itself! He gripped it in both hands, the weapon feeling as solid and real as a forged one, then he let out a battle cry in dwarvish and charged towards Garnal!

The Death Knight brought his weapons up, and there was a loud crash as his runeblades were shattered in a single blow! He cried out in agony as the holy energies tore into his undead flesh, burning him from within as he scrambled backwards! “Dammit… not like this…” he hissed in pain. “XIAREN! WE NEED TO RETREAT!” he shouted as he raced for the exit.

Dareley growled and gave chase but was blocked by no less than five of the surviving skardyn, the void-maddened earthen bearing down on him. He frowned, then whispered a prayer for them under his breath and spun, bringing the hammer around and slamming it through them in one blow. The Light blasted apart their starcursed bodies, burning them to ashes as it did.

However, the fallen earthen had done what the two of them had needed. Xiaren landed and with a swirl of darkness a voidgate appeared, both she and Garnal vanishing through it before it collapsed on itself with a snap.

As it did the remaining skardyn broke free of Xiaren’s influence and feeling the radiance of Dareley’s hammer they began to flee for the exit! The power of the Void had turned these earthen into nearly feral monsters, but they could feel the Light shining in the paladin’s grasp and they knew it was something the darkness in them hated. They HAD to get away!

Dareley sighed as the last of the skardyn disappeared back out the tunnel, the paladin releasing the hammer as it vanished into motes of light, then went to get his weapons. “Well, we’ll get ‘em next time I suppose.” he shrugged, then looked up as he heard footsteps behind him.

Shalandrae was running towards him, in her elf form, the druidess grabbing him by the shoulders and looking at his head, then his hands, then examining his now-metal beard and hair. “Uh Shal?” he tried.

Shalandrae ignored him, turning him around and examining his head from behind, even rapping a knuckle on it as if she couldn’t believe what she was looking at. “Lass? Yer gettin’ a bit handsy, people ‘re gonna talk…” he pointed out.

She ignored him again, then moved as if to take his breastplate off, and this caused him to push her hands away, “OI! At least buy me dinner first…” he chuckled.

Shalandrae’s cheeks flushed and she stepped back, then opened her mouth… then closed it again. Then she raised a finger and tilted her head as she began to speak again, then stopped. Then, finally she managed. “… how…” she gasped out as she gestured to his new body.

Dareley chuckled and picked up his weapons, “Follow me.” he nodded, leading them to the chamber he’d landed in.

A few hours later…

They had sent word out as soon as they’d confirmed what the device was and what it was capable of, the machine currently being examined by two people. One was an earthen woman with coppery hair (literally coppery, as in copper wire) with a device on her back that had two long appendages meant for manipulating nearby objects, a scanning device over one eye.

The other was a young dwarf with clear dark iron ancestry. He had white hair and was dressed in purple, a pair of spectacles over his face.

The woman was the new High Speaker, Brinthe, and the boy was Dagran, Magni’s grandson and quite the intellectual it would appear. Nelen found that both endearing and oddly amusing that despite having relatives in the former king of Ironforge, Magni, and his powerful warrior brother, Muradin, that Dargan took after his uncle Brann the most.

“This is quite th’ find. Ye say it purified th’ curse of flesh from ye?” asked Dargan as he stood, looking to Dareley.

“Aye lad. Went in an old dwarf, came out a… well… an earthen. I guess young by earthen standards, I’m only goin’ on two hundred.” the paladin chuckled.

“Bareley a child.” commented Brinthe, “… if we had children.” she added, “Yes, this is an outstanding discovery Dareley. It appears to have ceased to function after you used it, but if we can get it working again it may be possible to capture the skardyn and restore them to the earthen they once were.”

Dargan nodded, “One at a time though… slow goin’, dangerous too.” he frowned.

“We will find a way Dargan.” replied Brinthe, “We owe it to them after what Eirich did to them.”

“Aye, yer right about that Brinthe. We should organize a work detail as soon as we get back ta Gundargaz. I’m sure there’s some people who ‘re good with machines from th’ Alliance ‘n Horde who could help.” grinned Dargan, “… ‘n I’m sure Uncle Brann will be first in line ta see somethin’ like this.”

Dareley grinned back at him, “Aye, let me know when Brann gets ‘ere. We know each other lad, ‘n when yer uncle sees me he’s gonna shit.” he laughed, the paladin turning and heading out of the chamber to let them get on with it.

That evening, the Glittering Prize

Nelen had spread the good news as soon as the last of the skardyn had been subdued or fled and this called for a major celebration. Dareley had been saved from Dissonantia’s Curse in a way none of them had ever imagined.

Nitika stared at him from across the table, still having trouble believing what she was seeing, “… and… Dissonantia’s curse is gone too? You’re sure?” she asked.

The dwarf nodded, “Aye. As soon as I was outta th’ chamber I could feel me connection to th’ Light return stronger ‘n it’d been in years! It felt like when I’d first taken me oaths as a paladin lass. ‘n th’ Old Gods always had problems with th’ titanforged too. ‘s why th’ Curse o’ Flesh was around in th’ first place. Me bein’ an earthen meant it couldn’t hang on as tight anymore, ‘n with th’ Light shinin’ through me again I smacked that blob o’ shadows right off!” he grinned.

Jaie giggled, then looked down at his plate. She’d made a huge meal of freshly caught fish and greens for everyone, and they all had some of Zhan-min’s latest batch of ale… yet Dareley’s plate was untouched. “Um… are you sure you’re okay though? Normally my fish doesn’t last this long infront of you.”

Dareley looked down at it, cocking his head, “Aye… but… its th’ strangest thing Jaie. I feel hungry, but… its like I’m lookin’ at somethin’ that just ain’t food.” he murmured, then he glanced over… and saw something on the table.

Grimo’s engineering toolbag was sitting there as the goblin chowed down on his own fish, and several of the tools were sticking out the top.

The dwarf licked his lips, staring at them… and then reached out and snatched up a micro-adjustor. Grimo grunted and looked up from his plate, “Hey, don’t fuck with my tools Steelhammer… I’m just as thrilled yer not gonna croak as the others but…” he began.

Dareley ignored him however, something about the metal tool was… just… too appetizing. He hesitated, then opened his mouth and with a loud CHOMP he bit the metal part right off at the handle, chewing it up before anyone could stop him!

He swallowed, then blinked slowly as he looked around the room, “Er… uh… yer not gonna believe this… but that tasted just like chicken…”

Grimo stood up and thrust a finger at him, “YEAH?! WELL THAT’S FIFTY SILVER YOU OWE ME TO GET ME A REPLACEMENT BUDDY!” he snarled!

Samantha smirked and snapped her fingers, “Right. Earthen. Remember the problem we ran into when we first got to Dornogal Nelen?” she asked, glancing at the magus.

Nelen winced and slapped his forehead, “Of course! Dareley can’t digest things that aren’t stone or metal anymore!” he sighed, then thought for a moment and winced, “… that’s going to be an expensive diet…”

Dareley sighed, “I cannae eat Jaie’s cookin’ nae more? A bloody tragedy is what that is…” he shrugged apologetically at the pandaren, then paused, “Wait. What about ale? CAN I STILL DRINK ALE?!” he gasped, looking at his mug and picking it up, then making himself take a long gulp from it.

There was a faint rumble of thunder and his body shook a bit, then he looked around, patted his belly, and gave a thumbs up.

Zhan-min chuckled, “Yeah, well maybe my elemental ales are still on th’ menu, but I wouldn’t be surprised if regular ones don’t agree with ya’ll no more.”

Dareley laughed as Zhan-min poured him another, and a while later he stood up from the table. “Ah’m gonna go stretch me legs. Ain’t had this much energy since ol’ Llayne Wrynn was still king o’ Stormwind!” he grinned, heading out of the galley and up onto the deck.

As he got up there, however, he reached behind his neck and unclasped his necklace, taking it in his hands and opening the locket that hung there.

Inside it was a picture of his late wife, and the note she left him.

Dareley,

The light ain’t the only thing watching over you.

Love always,

Misti Steelhammer

He read it and smiled sadly. “Th’ one good part about Dissonantia’s curse was that when I died I might be able ta see ye again Misti… but that ain’t happenin’ now, is it?” he shook his head. “Earthen dunnae grow old, we dunnae age at all… last week I mighta had days, now I could have centuries.”

He sighed, closing the locket, “I’ve held onta that thought fer so long, that we’d be reunited in death… but… I got a new family now, ‘n I ain’t dyin’ fer a long, long time... me friends need me lass. I realized that when I heard 'em fightin' without me in that room with th' machine that did this ta me. I cannae bear th' thought of 'em havin' ta carry on without me."

"I’m sorry Misti, but its past time fer me ta let ye go.” he nodded, then kissed the locket before holding his hand out over the railing. He hesitated for a second, then let the necklace drop from his grasp. “Rest in peace, Misti Steelhammer, wherever in th’ Shadowlands ye are. I love ye, always ‘n forever.” he nodded, walking back to the galley lost in memories.

If he wasn’t he might have realized that he hadn’t heard a splash…

Hovering near the ship was a kyrian woman. While this one had the blue skin and white eyes of many of the others, she was one of those who had elected to retain their old form’s features after the changes wrought by the Maw Walkers.

She resembled a dwarven woman with russet colored hair, and in her hand was the locket.

She smiled as she watched him go, unseen by Dareley or anyone else who might’ve looked, as she opened the locket and gazed at what was within. In life, she had been a devoted wife and lover and was ready to give her all raising their child… but the cruelty of Zovaal had ended that life.

Her desire to protect and guide her family had gotten her sent to Bastion, to become an aspirant and eventually one of the kyrian… though by the time Avalon and Savage United had arrived her memories had been archived, and she hadn’t gotten them and her old body back until after Zovaal had been defeated and the maw walkers had returned home.

“I asked th’ Archon if I could be th’ one ta take ye ta Pelagos when yer time came. Looks like that’ll be a long time comin’.” she whispered, “Goodbye, me big brave paladin. Ye be strong fer yer friends, ‘n remember… th’ light ain’t th’ only thing watchin’ over ye.”

The kyrian who was once Misti Steelhammer wiped a tear from her eye, then vanished in a swirl of anima back to Bastion, to await her next soul in need of ferrying to the Shadowlands.

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[headmates-4-you]

⭐HEADMATE INTRO #2

⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. *SUNNY !* .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.

𐂯|• *secondary name/nickname*: Sun

𐂯|• *age*: 15

𐂯|• *pronouns*: she/they

𐂯|• *species*: human

𐂯|• *height*: 5'7

⛓|• *role*: subsystem host

⛓|• *secondary role*: N/A

⛓|• *source*: none

⛓|• *source talk?*: N/A

⛓|• *POS triggers*: 'cute' things, the colour yellow

𓃢|• *status*: single (crushing on a certain someone)

𓃢|•*orient*: bi

𓃢|• *gender*: demigirl

𓃢|• *poly/mono*: poly

⚰|• *nicknames*: yes

⚰|• *pet names*: sure ^^

⚰|• *affection*: yez

⚰|• *touching*: sure, but ask first

⚰|• *compliments*: yes please !

⚰|• *flirting*: sure

★|• *typing quirk* **Y/N**: sometimes s = z

★|• *Language*: english

★|• *nonverbal* **Y/N**: no

★|• *extra*: she's not an introject, but looks incredibly similar to someone we used to watch a lot on the internet

.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. *proxy*: ☀️⭐ .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.

[miupow]

oooaah does thus mean your taking skz thoughts now? i can't wait to see your wip list

YES YES YES IT DOES YEZ YES PLEASE YES

[elysianslove]

OH YES I WOULD TF !! UR SO SWEET WHAT THE FUCL YEZ I WOULD LIKE A SAKUATSU MALE READER SOBS SOBS SOBS SOBS ILYSM SAL - 🍄

YESYESYES pls i never get male!reader requests and ive only done some for suna and they were soso fun anyways here’s a lil drabble 😼

they like you like this the most, they think. obedient, compliant, responsive. it’s not a difficult feat to reduce you to this mess, with how easy you bend at their will, how quick you fall apart at their touch, but regardless, they eat it up each and every time.

for a while, your face remains buried in the mattress. kiyoomi’s cock is buried deep inside of you, stretching and filling you up so perfectly, his back muscles straining hard with every thrust of his as he grips the sheets. your back is arched slightly, deepening the angle of kiyoomi’s thrusts as he looms above you, fucking into you deeper. with how close he is, you can hear the strain of his breathing, small grunts and pants of pleasure spilling from his lips. between your legs, your cock twitches, just as his breath hitches audibly at the feel of you tightening around him.

”so fucking hot and tight,” he groans, praises, and shivers when you clench around him again.

it’s a few minutes later that a third voice speaks up, saying, “hope ya didn’t forget about me.” leaning against the pillows and the headboard of your bed is miya atsumu, his fat cock hard in hand as he fists sloppily at it. the tip is a deep red, wet and messy from the small amount of precum oozing. even out of the corner of your eye and with a hazy mind, you know he looks fucking good.

kiyoomi groans deeply, almost in annoyance, at atsumu’s words, thrusting deep and stilling momentarily, as if to steel himself, before he reaches out for your hair in response. before you, atsumu giggles excitedly, just as kiyoomi’s fingers tangle with your hair, and grip tightly, eliciting a deep moan from you, and pulling you up quickly and harshly. your head snaps up and you meet atsumu’s eyes and feral grin, before you push yourself up with shaky arms to aid kiyoomi in pulling you up against him.

the moment his arms wrap around your waist, large hands pressed to your chest, fingers grazing and hovering and pinching all over your skin and at your nipples, he begins a brutal pace once more. the difference in angles startles you, so much so that a shocked cry falls from your lips and you nearly double had it not been for kiyoomi’s strong grasp on you.

”fuck, fuck, so good,” you cry, head thrown back against kiyoomi’s shoulder as you try and meet his thrusts with your own grind of your hips. barely, you register the sound of atsumu crawling along the mattress over to where you are, but your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and your cock is aching, twitching and bobbing and oozing so much precum, and your hands grip at kiyoomi’s forearms to ground yourself.

you only finally process atsumu’s presence when his lips wrap around your cock.

“ah, fuck!” you gasp, head snapping up and gaze falling to where atsumu’s kneeling on the bed, pretty pink lips wrapped around the head of your cock. “oh my god— oh my god— oh my fuck—“

obviously, atsumu’s natural reaction is to laugh, and he does, but his lips don’t leave your cock and the vibrations of his laughter spread all along your dick and through your body and kiyoomi’s still fucking into you, faster, harder— your entire body’s trembling and you’re incredibly overwhelmed and holy shit you’re gonna cum.

a strained moan leaves your lips, borderline a sob as you grit your teeth and shut your eyes. “please, please—“ you beg, and you don’t have to say anymore because atsumu’s immediately swallowing more of your cock, tongue pressing heavy against your shaft as he sinks his head lower and lower. your cock slowly disappears inside of him, and he maintains thorough eye contact as he swallows thickly, lifting his mouth off with a loud slurp before sinking back down again. atsumu always sucks you off perfectly, like he was made for it, and right now is no exception. “i’m gonna cum,” you warn, a little delirious, body incredibly tight.

“wait for me, fuck, wait,” kiyoomi commands from behind you, arms tightening around you and face burying in your neck. “i’m almost— i’m so fucking close, shit, shit.”

he’s right— you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, and although you can’t see, you know his balls are tightening, just as yours are. it’s nearly impossible to stave off your orgasm but you try, you try, you try.

and just as atsumu swallows your cock once more, down to his throat, gagging a little and digging his nails into your thighs, kiyoomi lets out a broken moan, and his sloppy thrusts stutter as his cock bobs and twitches inside of you— and finally, you cum, spilling down atsumu’s throat just as kiyoomi fills you up, his cum dripping out of your as he pulls out slightly and thrusts back in to ride his high and yours.

“fuckkkk,” you moan, breath hitching and chest heaving as you try to gather yourself, hips stuttering and grinding into atsumu’s mouth as he swallows everything you have to offer him.

a moment later, just as kiyoomi pulls out and as you feel his cum spill from inside of you, atsumu grins up at you that same mischievous grin from earlier, his lips wet with little stains of cum, and says, “gonna ride my cock next, pretty boy?”

and you know there’s no way you can deny him.

[elytrafemme]

hello yes i finally got a moment to write this  freaking ask because i’m on vacation. i can’t even be there the moment cs updates tomorrow i’m HSISJSHXHFKA because i’ve caught it ever since i like started reading. except once i think because of school so maybe it isn’t a big deal. it isn’t but it is. yez

okay maybe i’m overstepping or misinterpreted  something if so please yell at me okay yea 

uh whenever you like post about ur symptoms/experiences (??? idk what words to use) with mental health it’s like refreshing?? like sometimes i feel like i read something you’ve said/posted and it feels like woa i’ve never seen someone talk about this! like someone shown a flashlight on my brain like whajdjek wow. like i guess symptom overlap or what not but also i’ve never been to a professional. so like idk what’s up with me at all </3 also seeing someone talk about inconsistent symptoms (also ur the first person i’ve heard call it symptoms and i like that word. good description) was really cool and stuff as someone who has a brain who must like have a spinning wheel for what problems i will have each day/week/month.

i don’t want to ramble on and on and stuff but i felt the need to finally send an ask about this because i’ve almost commented/said something whenever you post because like i want to add to the conversation/show that like the post is appreciated. also like uh some of your posts have helped me find a few words/descriptions for things because i’m reaaaallly bad at explaining my brain. eh

anyway uh i hope this doesn’t sound like venting or like projecting or like i’m prodding at your mental health. i’m just really freaking idk hyper vigilant about stuff and i want to be respectful. you also obviously don’t have to respond if this makes you uncomfy!

have a good night! feeling very sleepy i been walking TOO much, very on brand of me <_>

HI PUZZLE! nws about missing the update tmrw tbh ive gotten closer to missing half the uploads than most of you all which says like a lot about y'all's dedication holy shit. I HOPE THE VACATION HAS BEEN FUN :D <3

i really really appreciate you saying that actually and i'm glad that posting about that stuff can feel refreshing, i absolutely feel the fucking symptom roulette wheel and it's my biggest hatred bc god is that confusing to experience.

i always worry w posting about my mental and physical health because so much of it feels very heavy and like... not the kinda stuff people wanna see yknow? like i want to look back on my blog to see me posting positively, and i know people like that as well. so it's kind of a moral conundrum for me but i do find this blog a safe space which is why i do talk about it sometimes, so it's like... nice? hearing that it's not entirely a selfish act on my aprt. not that there'd be anything wrong were it to be but it's cool that it makes someone feel seen.

appreciate u so goddamn much u have no idea. hope u get good sleeps <3

[canisvesperus]

here are some of my eridan thoughts. i like he/she/they nonbinary eridan. i think they chew on their scarf as a stim thing. humanstuck eridan would be a classics major. i think eridan has a good taste in music. i think erivris is underrated and i like to think of them as terrible worsties. i like eriroxy and erikar but only as pale. the concept of eridan and feferi becoming close again is very important to me. i think that that nudibranch dress in pesterquest was only the tip of the iceberg of sea-creature inspired outfits he owns. i think being a hope player should be in the dsm5. i think seatrolls have bioluminescent stripes and spots that they use to communicate underwater like the sea dragons in that book series along with sign language. i think shes autistic. i think i could fix her

Okay okay first of all, right on about nonbinary Eridan I agree 200% on god.

I haven’t had too many humanstuck thoughts in general but Hmmm yez I can see that…. Need to do some more thinking about it. 🧠

Yes on Eridan music taste especially because I believe in musician Eridan. :] (piano and a bit of violin)

When people do more than just “trolls are just humans with grey skin and horns lol”!!!! YES BIOLUMINESCENCE YES YES YES. SO TRUE. I agree 100%. And the language aspect is just omfgjskfhdbfkks…. Your brain……🐎

I love love loved the nudibranch dress so YEZ omfg pls let them be stylish and extravagant GOD.👏👏👏

Autistic Eridan is DEFINITELY a concept. Need to think about that. Have you considered…. whooshing cape stim?

Lastly for future reference, please look at my BYF before sending asks. I realize I wasn’t clear enough in my pinned post, so I made a new page for it. No bad feelings this is on me for being disorganized, apologies. /nm

[hahachiknfunny]

YES YES YEZ OMG THIS IS SO. URGRGG YOY EXPLAIN THE PROBLEMS WOTH HER CHARACTER SO WELL

they try SO HARD to get us to sympathize with her in that last episode but like….SHE TRIED TO KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE?? AND HER REASONS FOR DOING SO WEREN’T EVEN COMPLETELY VALID “it’s a small price to pay” erm okay ☝️🤓 watch you get arrested

just thought of this BUT IT WOULD HAVE MADE EVEN MOREE SENSE FOR HER RO BE UPSET WITH MUTANTS IF SHE HAD ALSO LOST HER ARM DURING THE SUPERFLY THING AND YHATS WHY SHE HAS THE ROBOT ARM. Obviously they wouldn’t need to show it BUT THEY CLULD HAVE IMPLIED IT OR LIKE. HAVE SOMEONE ASK HER WHATS UO WITH HER ARM AND THEN SHE BE LIKE “oh…heh, this…? oh, i….i lost it when the Superfly thing happened….so….heh……i kinda need to kill all the mutants now….🐺” obviously she wouldn’t say exactly that BUT YKWIM RIGHT?!??

also how wasn’t she arrested…..like….HUH? POLICE? POLICE, SIR? YES, THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!! GET HER BEHIND BARS PLEASE SHE’S A DANGER TO SOCIETY!!! and if she doesn’t get arrested PUT HER IN A HOSPITAL. there is NO WAY she is okay in the head because HOW does one go from being upset their work was destroyed (rightfully so) and then STRAIGHT TO MURDER?? “they destroyed my work I must destroy them!!!” okay granny let’s go get you your meds

anyways ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS RANT LIKE THE LAST ONE I LOVED READING IT I AGREE WITH WVERYTHING YOU SAID

Let's talk about Bishop from TOTTMNT

(Tw sibling death)

@hahachiknfunny

Ok. I'm going to just get this out of the way at the beginning.

I HATE THIS CHARACTER

And not in a "aaa this villain makes me so mad bc they're evil" no I mean I hate the way her character is developed and justified.

IF YOU DISAGREE PLEASE DO EXPLAIN I WOULD QUITE GENUINLY LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!!

So I am still working my way through a lot of different tmnt series (currently alternating between 2012 and 2003), so I don't have a lot of experience with the usual Bishop character. Based on the little I know about him (mostly from fanfiction), my general impression was that he was this bigoted white guy who was like. A mutant nazi or something. He hates mutants because they are different, they are "flawed", and therefore they are a threat. I figured he was just a hateful asshole, and hadn't thought about it more then that.

But for this, they decided to go in a different direction. The ✨tragic backstory✨ direction. Which is a pretty good direction! IF you do it right. Which, in my humble opinion, THEY ABSOLUTELY DID NOT!!!!

Ok let's get some actual points here!

When we get Josefina Bishop's backstory, she starts as this passionate, nice character who is eager to achieve her robot building dreams. Nothing about her is mean or hating or anything of the sort. She is exasperated by Rod, but doesn't say anything incredibly bitter to him, she's just frustrated being forced to work with this rich guys man child. Which yeah! Thats fair! She has a sister who died and who is the inspiration of her work. Awesome!

And then her workshop is destroyed.

Let me just add. She is being funded by a millionaire. She probably has insurance! Her sister is in no way harmed by these events. And yet her response to property damage is DOMESTIC FUCKING TERRORISM.

She immediately gets bitter and revenge-filled, deciding that she should exterminate ALL THE MUTANTS!!!

You know, the mutants that were helping fight Superfly? The enemies of the one who destroyed her work? THEYRE LITERALLY ON HER SIDE???

And not only does this hatred of Superfly extend to the turtles.

SHE ALMOST KILLS A SUBWAY TRAIN FULL OF PEOPLE!!!

Because, of course "iTs A sMaLL pRicE tO PaYyYyyy"

Bestie. Honey. Girlfriend.

Its just. Weird to me? It doesn't seem very thought out. I would have loved a kind of change up from the usual Bishop themes, but just because its different and new isn't an excuse for it to suck!

IT TOTALLY COULD HAVE WORKED AND HERE IS HOW.

Nickelodeon needs to stop being a bitch and kill off her sister during the Superfly conflict.

Its very clearly what they WANTED to do. Its like the original concept was that her sister died, but that was considered too violent, so they took that out, but then didn't replace it with something else. And they tried so hard to be like "ohhh its about my sisterrrr" GIRL WHAT THIS IS ABOUT SUPERFLY DESTROYING YOUR SHIT AND YOU BEING BUTT HURT ABOUT IT.

And another thing! For a character to turn evil, they have to SNAP! And a character can't snap unless they are already under enough pressure to make that a threat.

Make her be cruel to Rod. Have her be control freak who has to have all the variables perfectly in place. Bitter about the sponsors that doubted and rejected her. Make her already angry at the world, have the only thing that matters to her be her robots and her sister, the two things that were always at her side. And then one day Superfly kills her sister and destroys her lifes work. Yes, she can rebuild the robots. Not the sister though, and making them without her is such an empty and performative motion.

Mutants have gotten people killed. They're too dangerous, its too much of a risk.

This mindset would make so much more sense if they just HAD SUPERFLY KILL HER SISTER LIKE OMG.

Also she had several direct conversations with the turtles, so she was well aware they were intelligent beings.

ALSO! She didn't target the mutants who used to work with Superfly. That would TOTALLY make sense even without the sister thing!

But no. She had to kill the TURTLES. The ones who are widely acknowledged and widely known to be the ones to stop Superfly and save NYC and the world.

But you know what? Maybe i could let that go. Its a kids show, right? And I did like her recovery arc at the end.

Until they. You know. COMPLETELY UN DID ALL OF THAT!!!!

I thought that maybe Bishop will be like. Idk a spy for the mutants or something, like a double agent, but tbh based on the previous writing of her character, I wouldn't put it past the writers to just. Have her do a complete 180. I'm just mad she's going to be a reoccurring character.

Anyway. I kinda hate to dump on this show so much bc I love (most) everything else about it. Bishop was the lowest point to me by far.

[ironmanstan]

ROHAN ROHAN ROHAN DID YOU READ 17776 PLEASE RHIS IS SO IMPORTANT I CARE ABOUT THEM SO MUCH

YES YEZ YES I AM. AAAAAAAAAAA . MW FEELIJG AN EMOTION OVER FUNNY LITTLE SPACE PROBE. AAAAA

[whoreshijima]

pssh, hera........may i please talk yandere!ushijima

ZADE YES YES YES YES YEZ ALWAYS YES

[danithy]

YES PLEASE YES.. YEZ.

should I post Jack big naturals again (featuring play boy bunny outfit)

[bound-up-feelings]

Jean Girard x Male reader

Requested: Nope

Warning: Smut

(So, this is my first fic also my first smut so please be easy on me, i hope you like it and also Jean Girard has no husband in this so dont @ me)

You had only been working with Larry Dennis Jr. as a assistant/driver for about 6 months now. It didn't really bother you with how much of an asshole he was, but when it was directed at you it really struck a nerve. Especially when its in front of new clients. Ricky understood your hatred for him and he didn't like him either, that always seemed to be the only thing that you both had in common. But besides that, today was suppose to be normal day and also you got to meet the new client. He was French and was apparently the "best in the world" of course there is always someone better but we would have to see how he goes against Ricky. As you and Larry show up to meet this guy, you both wait at the car Larry was on edge and kept reminding you to be calm when he obviously need it more. Then out of the crowd, you both spot a tall dark haired man in a nice black suit starts walking toward your car. When he stops in front of you, you reach your hand out. "Mr. Girard? Its a pleasure to finally meet you." You say smiling. He looks you up and down and smiles right back "It iz a pleazure to meet you az well. Dennis?" He says looking at Larry. He nods his head and they shake hands. " Mr. Girard we would like to take you to one of the near by bars. One that Ricky Bobby is currently at, so you can meet him if you don't mind?" "Ov course I don't mind. Who vill I be riding vith?" Larry looks at you then back to Jean. "Well out of everyone who we have y/n here is the best driver we have. So he will be escorting you to the bar." He nods his head and continues to put his bags into the truck and back seat. While everyone else gets into the SUV, jean get into your passenger seat as you sit in the driver's seat. When you get word to go ahead and drive you go. 

As you drive Jean starts to talk to you. About little things here and there he actually started to get a bit flirty. "So, vhat is an attractive man like you doing az an azziztant to a rude man like Larry?" You look wide eyed at Jean and back to the road. "I-I don't...I don't know I guess I just needed the money, plus I get to watch the races for free." You say gulping. "Vell a man as attractive as you muzt have a partner at home, no?" You chuckle slightly "Well Mr. Girard-" "Jean." Your chest tightens slightly "Jean....I don't have a partner, not a lot of people around here really accept people like me.." "Like you? And vhat are you?" He says tilting his head to the side. "Well I'm attracted to men for one. Not a lot of people are as accepting here, a lot of them and excuse me for saying this but are a whole load of Bible thumpers. And all they want to do is only believe that its wrong to be gay and don't believe that you should be able to love anybody.....sorry." You say slightly embarrassed. "I completely agree. I am a proud gay man myself and I do not care vhat others think ov me." "Hey don't get me wrong Jean I don't care either but it just bothers me a lot." He nods his head and looks back at the road. You still had a long way to go until you reached your destination. Jean knew this so he decided to test you ability at driving. "Zo your a good driver, yez?" You nod not taking your eyes off the road which was a bad decision because out know where Jean places his right hand on your thigh. You yelp and gasp you look over at him with suprise "Ah, Ah don't take your eyez off zhe road. Don't pay any attention to me." You whip your head to look back at the road and you feel Jeans hand ride higher and higher up your leg until he get painstakingly close to your crotch, by now your practically waiting on baited breaths. Silently hoping he will put his hand where you want it. He looks at your facial expression "Oh....I zee, you really like zhis don't you?" You nod your head and breath out on a shaky exhale. He smirks and goes to un-buckle your belt and unbutton your pants. After he does that he slips his hand on top of your boxers and starts to feel you up. You groan and let out a shaky whimper. You go to speak but can't get any words out. He smiles even wider and chuckles. "I am going to give you a releaze and I vant you to moan my name when you cum. Do zou underztand?" You nod your head and breath out a shaky yes. "Good.." he then slowly but surly slips his hand into your boxers and wraps his hand around your member. The warmth of his hand has you already arching your back into it. He glides his thumb over your tip, collecting the pre-cum there before using it as lube for when he starts to pump your member into his hand. You start to moan and can already feel the knot in your stomach building up. "OH God, Jean ple- OH shit!" By now he's pumping your member at a much faster pace and you can see in the corner of your eye that he is having a good time. He is slightly smiling but his mouth is in the form of a slight gasp. "Oh, you look zo good vith my hand around you. I bet i could get uze to zhis." He says as he leans over to you, and starts to kiss up your neck. Slightly sucking on a spot before pulling away to look at the welping purple mark there. He smiles and brings his left hand up to cup the back of your neck. "Vhen you cum I vant you to keep your eyez on zhe road, ve don't vant a crash now do ve?" You shake your head and you gasp. "I-I think im-im gon-na c-cum." You whine slightly and start to moan. "My name. Zay it." "Jean...JEan" you say moaning quite loudly and then just as you were about to say his name again you cum. All over his hand and on your shirt, and slightly on the steering wheel. He's still looking down your crotch as you pant and try to catch you breath. He bring his hand up to his own face before licking you off of him. You whine once more before trying to put yourself back into your pants. He then stops you "No, ill do it, its zhe leazt I can do." He smiles at you as he tucks you back into your boxers and pants, before finally buttoning and buckling back your pants and belt. He leans back in his seat and stay quiet all the way until you get to the bar. When you stop you look over at him. "When you get done in there ill still be here to give you a ride to the home you'll be residing in." He nods his head and get out but before he leaves to go inside he comes over to your side you roll your window down "Vhen I come back, and ve arrive to my home, I vould like it if you accompanied me inzide, I vould like to continue vhat ve vere doing." He says smirking at you. Your breath get caught you still managed out a slight yes. He nods and walks inside. Behind him is Larry and he walks up to your window "So, how was the ride? Any complaints on your driving?" You smile "Nope, I think I did quite well actually." He nods and heads inside when he starts to hear some commotion. When they all go inside and no one is in view you look down at yourself and immediately go to the glove box where some tissues are, you start to clean yourself off and the steering wheel. After doing so you toss the tissues and relax into your seat knowing it was gonna be an even longer ride to the house and you also knew there would most likely be some more things to do to pass the time.

(Hey again, so I hope you liked this, if you did you can request anyone on my masterlist so, hit me up with some requests and we’ll make it happen!)

[askgirlfriendfnf]

Yes dr. pemper, do you want one from the gas station?

Yes i am gonna commit arson after im done murdering people in there.

Yez please!

Haha crime! Maybe murder is abit too far though-