#and the movies throw all the cards on the table at once which is what i love so much

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

So so insane about just how well the Dune movies walk the line between making Paul sympathetic and making him...uhh.....everything else.

Because it would be easy to tip it too far in either direction and make him out to be either cartoonishly evil or (excuse the term) woobified -- but I think the key to it is that it's never depicted as being a "but" situation and rather always a "yes, and" situation. Yes, Paul is a very young, very deeply alone person who has lost everything and is under the pressure of thousands of years of genetic engineering and religious propaganda and really never stood a chance against all that, and it's a tragic and heartbreaking thing to witness. That is all true. Also, he's using an oppressed group of people for his own political gain and is about to cause both a horrible environmental disaster and a war that will leave countless people dead, among other very very bad things that you are absolutely not supposed to agree with and root for. This is also true. All those things are equally true, and it WILL make you uncomfortable. And you as the viewer are not supposed to choose a side to fall on, you're fully intended to see all of that at once and walk that fine line with the character, and the chaotic and messy experience of having all those things packed together as truth without it being an either/or situation is absolutely the most accurate way of perceiving him.

[planetflorxa]

Trash Magic

CW: Hyper-femm reader, Mommy kink, Lesbian sex, Choking, ass slapping. Spitting, Squirting, name calling just once though, scissoring, overstimulation, oral reader receiving.

a/n: ALL RACES ARE WELCOME! The picture is just for the shoes. just realized most of my fanfics and wips have have mommy kinks….That says a lot about me. I also have a dina fanfic that’s almost done it’ll probably come out s week after this on so stay tuned.

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Your friends hated it. They hated the way you always had to sit on her lap when you guys would hang out together. They hate how you two would excuse yourselves to your bedroom and all they could hear was a loud banging against the wall. They wish they would get away from it but they lived with you. They’re just happy Abby doesn’t live there because they’d never get sleep with the way you two are always touching, But they were lucky because abby was on a trip and wasn’t set to get back until a week from today. So it’ll just be you and your friends. Well that’s what they thought anyways.

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“Draw 8” your friend casey told you. You guys were all sat around the coffee table seated on the floor playing games and drinking. “NO” you said laughing which caused your friends to laugh with you. “That’s cheating why does uno have a custom card.” You said bouncing up. “I’m gonna go get something to eat shuffle the cards and let’s play stacks” “NOO youre such a baby” Your other friend jess said “Oh well” You said scurrying to the kitchen. “Nobody told casey to cheat that was so unfair” you said as you went on your mission to go get snacks

You were in your own world looking through cabinets to something to eat so much so you didn’t hear your friends talking to someone at the door and on top of that you didn’t hear them ring the bell. “Who’s at the door guys” you said walking to the door seeing your girlfriend come into view before they could even tell you. “ABBY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” you said running up and hugging her almost missing how your friends rolled their eyes in disgust almost. “Hi princess, I’ve missed you” She said grabbing under your ass so she can lift you up “You’re not supposed to get back for like 2 more days” You said kissing her cheek “I’m got bored and i missed you so much” “Really?” you giggled as she walked you to your couch to sit down with you on her lap facing her. You almost got lost talking to her before you remembered your friends.

“Oh sorry guys” you said getting off abbys lap much to her dismay but she still kept a hand on your thigh. “Abby how about you play cards with us” you said awkwardly looking between your friends and her. “Please do much better than going in the room” casey said “For real you guys are so loud” jess chimed in which caused abby to blush a little turning away from you guys. “Okay enough let’s just play” you and abby both took your seats around the table just like the other two.

You guys played for around 10 minutes before you realized they were straight up targeting abby. “First me now Abby what the fuck” you said throwing you cards on the table. “What are you talking about now y/n” jess said throwing his cards on the table as well. “You guys just made her draw 15” you huffed getting up “this is why customs cards are BULLSHIT well me and abby are gonna go watch a movie” you said reaching for her hand so she could stand up with you

“NO GOD PLEASE NO” casey screamed dramatically. You just ignored her “casey please stop it nothings gonna happen just a movie okay” you said grabbing abby’s hand and walking towards your room

You lied

“Ahhhh mommy fuckkkk~” you screamed on your knees back arched the side of your face pushed against the pillow so you can breathe while she used your hands for leverage to pound into you hard. “Take it princess f-fuck i know you can” she let go of your hands instead grabbing the fat of your hips pace not faltering “Do you like the way i fuck you? You like how deep mommy’s going or you want more” you couldn’t breathe she WAS fucking so deep aimed straight at your sweet spot and she knew that. You were gushing and creaming all around her and she was so hypnotized by it. She couldn’t stop herself from going faster

Before she could think she was spitting in your asshole she then start rubbing it in with her thumb before pushing it in. “a-abby it hu-” she didn’t let you finish before smacking your ass once, twice and then three each time you squealed louder and louder. She took her thumb out your ass grabbed you by your hair to bring you closer to her then switched from your hair than throat choking you as you bended backwards. “What did you call me” she said in a stern voice “I-i’m-fuck i’m sorry” you whimpered out “Okay so what’s my name” she said not letting her hand loosen on your throat or not stop the assaulting pace she had on your pussy.

“Mommy” “that’s right fuckkk~ look at how much of a good girl you are for me” she said letting you go placing her hands back on your hips. “I want you to cum all over me okay princess” “mhm” you said barely even able to keep yourself up “words baby” Abby said whist pushing herself deeper “Aahh- yes yes okay” abby’s hasn’t fucked you in what feels like forever with each drag of her dick it felt like heaven on earth. It felt like eating your favorite meal for the first time. She fucks you so good and so deep making you cream over and over again like the only think on her mind was making you cum and it was. “Mommy i’m gonna come” you said as steady as possible.

You’re voice was probably the most steady think on you right now. Your brain was just filled with you cumming, your legs and arms were shaking from the stimulation definitely not steady and plus you were sweating all over. But she listened you and heard you. She snakes her hand over to play with your clit to make you cum faster and to make it more powerful. “Fuckkkkk mommy” You moaned coming undone squirting all over her pelvis and lower torso “Shhh it’s okay princess” she said fucking you through it trying to make it last as long as possible. It sounded so disgusting the splashing of your cunt. The sound of your moans and abby’s heavy breathing everything about this moment was so erotic she couldn’t help but to keep this going.

She stepped away from you once she worked you down. She had you flip over so you were on your back and you were looking forward to the Aftercare she always seems to bring but on boy were you wrong. Abby slipped the strap off taking her underwear and shorts off rubbing the slick that accumulated from her fucking you across her throbbing cunt. She then went up to you on the bed slotting your legs in between each others placing her pussy on yours. “FUCK ABBY NO NO IM SENSITIVE PLEASE” “shut up bitch” tears starting brimming in your eyes the pleasure was so painful but you didn’t want it to go away your toes were curling as she rubbed her pussy across yours your slick making it so easy for her or slide across you.

You were cumming quicker than you wanted to but abby wasn’t gonna stop until she came so you tried your best to hold yours in. ”fuck y/n your pussy’s so warm” She moaned. You couldn’t even respond to her you just laid there and took it back arching your arms reaching out for her. You couldn’t stop the screams from comming out you wanted to cum so bad you just need her to say those words and your prayers were answered. “Fuck y/n i’m cumming” she moaned so loud and you quickly followed her. Abby’s body was twitching on top of yours she was shaking from not being able to use your body in forever if felt like it was too much almost. “Fuck princess you’re such a good girl” She said looking down at your trembling figure that was covered in sweat that gave your skin a glow. Your eyes were filled with tears as you looked up at her she wanted so much to give you a break but she couldn’t get enough.

Abby untangled your legs from each other she then placed both your legs on her shoulders. “Mommy i can’t” you said pushing her head away before she could even come into contact with your cunt. You knew deep down you couldn’t take anymore so why were you so achy down there. You wanted her to give it to you over and over and over again probably until you passed out. She licked a long stripe up from your clenching hole to your swollen clit before going in a suckling on it. “f-FUCKK ab-Mommy i’m gonna cum” you felt like a slut but the thoughts didn’t linger too long because you were cumming fast and hard but that’s doesn’t mean abby was gonna stop she wasn’t doing it for you she was just addicted to the way you tasted but she knew she had to stop though. She give you a few more licks and slurps cursing herself for not having the heart to keep going.

“How do you feel princess” she said rubbing your head and laying beside you “Tired” you mumbled “Let’s get you cleaned up then you can go to sleep okay”

“okay mommy”

[the-guilty-writer]

Is This Home?

Request from anon: Can you do Derek ! Daughter reader (15) she’s still getting used to savannah being there with them, and maybe she gets upset that they don’t hang out as much because of her, and reader has a breakdown and leaves the house in the middle of the night and she gets lost and hides in an abandoned house until someone finds her (maybe a neighbor of Derek’s) and they call Derek to come get reader and she’s just like no I don’t wanna talk to him and he  sits down and is like listen I know you don’t like me being with someone since your mom and I understand that but you will always be my baby, and they go home that night and she sleeps in the middle of them

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: Ever since Savannah moved in with you and your dad, you feel like you’ve been losing him. The night he forgets about your special father-daughter time you flee to a place that feels more homey than your actual home.

A/N: I changed it up the abandoned house part just a little bit because I thought this would make it more meaningful, but overall I tried to stick as close to the request as possible. I hope you like it!

CW: I had fun with swear words in this one (I swore a lot when I was 15. Tbh I still do.), reader's mother is dead, kinda angsty with a fluffy ending. Reader loves her Aunt Penny.

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“Alright, (Y/N). You think you can hold down the fort tonight?” Your dad, Derek, asked playfulling, putting a hand on your shoulder before leaning over the couch to look at you.

You put down your phone and made a face. “It’s Sunday night,” you said.

“Yes,” he said, drawing out the Y sound like he always did when you said something obvious. “Which means that I trust you’ll be in bed by the time Savannah and I get home from our night out.”

“But-” you started, but it didn’t matter; your dad was already headed upstairs to get ready for his date. The only way he would hear you now was by yelling to remind him that you two ALWAYS did movie night on Sunday. Your mom had died when you were ten and since then your dad had made it a point to spend as much of his free time with you as possible. Unless he was away on a case, movie nights were never interrupted. For five years that was how it had been.

And then Savannah came along.

She wasn’t a bad person. She wasn’t mean. But she wasn’t your mom and sometimes it felt like she was taking your dad away from you. The first time it happened, her and Derek had just started dating. You were so happy that your dad was happy you failed to notice that the same day he took her to the park was the day he was supposed to take you to the firing range. The second time it happened you took the metro from school straight to Quantico to show him that you’d gotten straight A’s on your report card, only to find that he had left work on time for once to take Savannah to see a play (at least your Uncle Spencer was impressed and Aunt Penny took you to get ice cream on the drive home). The third time it happened was the day Savannah moved in with the two of you. The Saturday that was supposed to be spent practicing for your judo certification was instead spent lifting and moving boxes.

Since then it had all gone downhill so fast. Dinners that were usually spent on the couch with just you and your dad shooting the shit about sports turned into dinners at the table making small talk about what everyone’s day was like. The messages he sent to you every night when he was away on a case came to your phone half the time and Savannah’s the other half. Even restoring houses with your dad wasn’t the same anymore. You loved to sit around the table with him and pick out colors for the walls from the swatches he brought home, but of course he had to show the options to Savannah first. She always seemed to throw out the fun colors in favor of more “tasteful” ones before you could give your opinion.

And now your dad was ditching you on movie night to take her out to dinner.

If she was a serial killer you wouldn’t have minded- you were used to your dad having to miss movie night to catch criminals- but he was abandoning you for his girlfriend. His girlfriend. You would much rather have been ditched because Hannibal Lecter was on the loose running wild through some town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere than be left alone so your father could go out to dinner with some woman you hadn’t known for all that long. SSA Derek Morgan would have a good excuse for missing movie night then, but he wasn’t a Supervisory Special Agent right now- he was your dad… and he forgot about you.

You went up to your room, not bothering to turn off the TV which already showed which movie you had picked for that night. Sitting on your bed, you picked up the picture of your mom that sat on your nightstand. You weren’t sure if you were listening for an answer from her spirit, or if you were just lost in the moment of missing her, but it felt like you looked at her picture for hours.

There was a knock on your door. You put the picture of your mom down before calling, “Come in!”

Derek was dressed up a bit more than normal- he traded his typical leather jacket for a blazer and his jeans for casual slacks. “So?” He spun in a circle. “How do I look?”

“Like you asked Uncle Dave for fashion advice,” you told him- if there was one thing you were in the Morgan household, it was honest.

“Okay, ouch.” Your dad brought his hand to his chest. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you said. “The slacks make you look old. Wear black jeans instead.”

Derek smiled. “Okay, well I’m gonna be late since I have to change again. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, dad. I-”

The door shut.

“Love you,” you whispered to yourself. You picked up the picture of your mom again, gazing into her fearless eyes. Oh, mom, you thought to yourself, or maybe you were praying to her. You really didn’t know which one. What am I going to do?

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You rolled over and looked at the clock- unable to sleep. It was nearly midnight and you dad still wasn’t back yet. How long was dinner supposed to take? How had your dad forgotten about movie night? How had your dad forgotten to tell you he loved you? The questions spiraled in your head over and over again, anxiety building in your gut until you burst into tears.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be in your room, or the house, or anywhere that made you think about how your dad had forgotten about you. You were still in your clothes from the day, having been too upset to change into pajamas. Silently crying you ran down the stairs and out of the house- needing to get as far away from it as possible.

The logical part of your brain knew that this was the best possible way to get kidnapped- a young girl running down the street alone in the dark was the start to just about every horror movie ever. But the logical part of your brain wasn’t working. All you knew was that you had to run.

You were lost in your thoughts and high from the adrenaline that you lost track of where your legs had taken you. Your vision adjusted to the dark and you looked around. You were somewhere you had been before, but you weren’t sure exactly where. If it was light outside you might be able to pinpoint a landmark or a trail and find your way back, but the night was dense. All there was to do was walk.

Your head was starting to ache from crying and your legs were beginning to feel weary. The taste of copper filled your mouth from running in the coolness of the night. You needed a place to stay but you didn’t want to go home. In the distance you spotted street lights- they were dim but it was better than nothing. Maybe from there you could find a metro stop to take you closer to your Aunt Penny’s- surely she would let you stay with her for the night.

The closer you got to the lights the more you recognized your surroundings. The neighborhood was older, but still in a safe location. The houses were charming on the outside, with wrap-around porches and large grassy yards. You knew the place because Derek had bought a house here years ago, when it was just the two of you. It had always been part of his dream to restore a house like it so he insisted that he would wait for the perfect time to start the project.

Of course there was no such thing as perfect timing. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t touched the house in years. Most of his other restorations were bought and sold within months, but this one just sat. The only evidence that he owned the place at all was that he mowed the lawn every two weeks.

You walked up to the front door and pulled a bobby pin from your pocket, picking the old lock with ease and making your way inside. The house was bare of any furniture or decorations. Paint was flaking off the walls and old plastic covered the hardwood floors. You walked around the house, imagining what it would be like to see the place restored in all its glory- with new crown molding and fresh hardware on the doors. You imagined it with a fresh coat of paint and pictures on the walls.

But at the moment it looked abandoned, withered, and unloved- just like how you felt.

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It was 1 AM when Derek got a call from an unknown number. The first time he let it go to voicemail, but when the same number called him two more times he had to pick it up. At first he thought it was a prank call- some kid trying to mess with him that one of his houses had been broken into by his own daughter- but when he got home and saw that you weren’t in your room he knew it was true.

He was sure that he broke every speed limit getting to the house, but he didn’t care. What was so wrong that you felt like you had to run away? What had happened and how had he not seen it?

Derek pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car, Savannah right behind him. His neighbor was standing in the driveway holding a flashlight, waiting for him to arrive.

“Thanks for calling,” Derek greeted the woman- she was a nice older lady. “I’m sorry if she bothered you.”

“Oh it’s fine,” the lady said. “I’ve raised three teenagers myself. I know how they are. She says she doesn’t want to talk to you, but deep down she really does.”

Derek sighed. “I appreciate that. If there’s anything I can do to return the favor, please let me know.” The lady smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Derek sighed heavily and turned to Savannah. “I’ll be back.”

Savannah rubbed his shoulder supportively. “You’re a great father, Derek.” He took her hand and gave it a squeeze before letting go and making his way into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you. You were curled up in a corner, legs pulled up to your chest with your face buried into your knees. You didn’t even look up when you heard his footsteps. He came closer, kneeling next to you so he was on your level, and reached out to touch your hair. At the contact, you quickly leaned away.

“(Y/N),” he said, his voice full of concern. “Please talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Your words were sad with a slight venom behind them. “Just go away.”

Your dad sighed and sat down on the floor in front of you. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.”

Suddenly, all the emotions from earlier came flooding back. You couldn’t help it- sobs racked your body as you pulled your limbs tighter towards your body. You kept your head down and your eyes shut tight, not wanting to even get a glimpse of your dad.

“You forgot movie night-” you managed to choke out between sobs. “You have Savannah now. You already forgot about mom and now you’re forgetting about me too.”

Derek felt his heart crack. He really had forgotten movie night- the one constant promise that your mom would always be a part of him and you. He took a deep breath and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he whispered. He felt his eyes begin to water. “I did forget about movie night.” He pulled back to look at your face. You had grown up so much so fast. JJ was always telling him that if he looked away for too long he would miss it entirely and he almost had. “But that doesn’t mean I forgot about your mom and it sure doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about you. I know it’s hard to see me with someone who isn’t your mom- I get that- but Savannah isn’t replacing her. I will always love your mother and you will always be my baby girl. No matter what.”

The mention of the nickname he only ever used for you and your Aunt Penny brought the tiniest smile to your face. Derek pulled you into another hug.

“Can we go home now?” you asked quietly.

“Of course.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you to your feet, holding your hand as you walked out to the car. Savannah was standing there, a sympathetic look on her face. Your dad helped you into the back seat first before helping her into the front. You were so tired from the emotions and adrenaline that you fell asleep before the car even pulled out of the driveway.

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Derek gently took your seatbelt off and pulled you out of the car in an effort not to wake you up. He was thankful that Savannah was there to lock the vehicle after him and open the front door so he could carry you up the stairs and towards your bedroom. If working out was good for nothing else but still being able to carry his baby girl at 15 years old, it was worth it.

“Derek,” Savannah whispered from behind him before he opened up your bedroom door. He turned to look at her. “Let her sleep in our room tonight. She’s your baby, but she isn’t going to be for much longer.”

Derek smiled softly and walked to the main bedroom, laying you down in the middle of the mattress. He looked down at your face, sleep softening your features. Changing quickly into his pajamas, he snuggled next to you, pulling your body closer to his. Savannah laid down on your other side, a gentle smile on her face as she watched the two of you together.

For the first time since your mom died, Derek felt whole- like the wound to his heart had healed over with a faint scar to remind him of what was, but allowing him to move forward.

“You know,” Derek said quietly. “I’ve let that house sit for a few years. It is kind of a dream project come true so I’ve been waiting for the right time to work on it.”

“Oh yeah?” Savannah whispered.

“Well it’s bigger than this place.” He ran a hand down your hair. “And there are more kids around (Y/N)’s age. The neighbors are nice and the school district is the same. It’s about 10 minutes closer to the hospital and Quantico.” Derek sighed. “I guess I was waiting for a time when the house could become a home.”

Savannah smiled sleepily. “You think you could make it a home?”

Derek’s smile grew. “I think we could make it a home. Together.” He still had his arms around you when he fell asleep that night and by the morning, Savannah’s arms would be around you too.

Soon there would be a restored house, with more dinners on the couch, nights you could spend with your friends when your dad and Savannah went out, a park nearby to walk in, and a large grassy yard to practice judo. But ultimately, it didn’t matter because the three of you would always see one another as home.

[mirakurutaimu]

Opinion on Ral Zarek now being an Otter in both meanings of the word?

rant time i talked about this on Twitter a bit yesterday but it's so fucking stupid. like it's kinda cute that Bloomburrow has the kingdom hearts lion king world "if you go here you're an animal while you're here" thing, but also the only thing we were really told about Bloomburrow leading up to it was "there will be no humans on the plane". so we're all like oh shit, cool, sounds like it's gonna be its own unique thing without a bunch of Dudes You Know in it since there's no humans in it, right? we can finally escape the cycle of banal, tropey sets that are mostly just "Characters From Magic's History Dress Up In Costumes" (MKM, Cowpokez, NEO, Capenna) but nope. of course not. if you planeswalk/omenpath to bloomburrow, you turn into a furry! now watch them sell secret lair packs of fur-tfed planeswalkers, because of course every set needs to be a vehicle for a bunch of stupid gimmicky Products™️ they can sell to gamers with extremely loose wallets

oh, yeah, and alongside this announcement was that they're cutting off printing of portuguese cards. it's not the Biggest deal since I've heard firsthand in non-English speaking countries that they usually just end up using the English cards anyways (gee I wonder if this has anything to do with the globalization of American culture lol no problems there). but they only decided to cut off the printing of portuguese (and simplified chinese) cards because they're facing a 2% drop in profits this year... because of all the stupid royalty fees they're paying on their dumbass Universes Beyond crossover bullshit lol

i've loved Magic since i started playing in high school, but as of late that love has been waning a good bit. the game is so bogged down by corporate product shilling bullshit. every card needs 900 alternate arts. 900 alternate borders. every set needs a hideous alternate card treatment. every set needs 56 different kinds of booster packs. no more Block-format releases, no more core sets, just products, products, products, products.

i used to be a big fan of Commander/EDH, but ever since it really caught on and Wizards/Hasbro decided "well, this is the most popular gamemode, we now need to design the entire game around it" and it kinda completely ruined commander imo. what was once a gamemode about running weird, niche interactions and building something with a unique flavor or playstyle now boils down to "well, just pick one of the 92849634796782435678 legendary creatures they've been printing for the past few years and run all these extremely pushed commander staples they keep printing" and it just ain't fun anymore. gotta sit down at the table and look at entire Doctor Who decks and Transformers cards and Tomb Raider cards and etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc. Commander tables are just fucking billboards now lmao

it's very clear WOTC/Hasbro has no idea what to do now that they did the Giant Multiverse-Ending Threat of the Phyrexians in All Will Be One. much like the marvel movie franchise which MTG has been so emulating for years now (AND HAS EVEN SIGNED A FUCKING CROSSOVER DEAL WITH AS OF LAST YEAR, SEE YOU IN 2025 THANOS COMMANDER DECK), we're at the period where they're just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks, twiddling their thumbs with these boring, tropey sets, all the while drowning players in a deluge of alternate arts, secret lairs, crossovers, etc. a common complaint among magic's playerbase is that nowadays they're literally selling too much shit. preview/teasers season for one set will immediately be followed by previews and teasers for another set. there's no time for anything to breathe it's just buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy buy.

anyways stop giving hasbro money, print proxies and play magic for free :)

[tdinyomomma]

TDWT- Cody X Reader- The Award Winning Actress (Chapter One)

“[Name] you look good, let’s go.” My agent shouted from outside my room as she was heading in.

 I roll my eyes, placing a medical mask on my face. Due to me going to a crowded award show there was no way I was not wearing it. I normally don’t unless there’s a huge, huge crowd. I also had a mini hand sanitizer on the belt loop of my jeans but I always have that on me. 

“I know I look good but people need to know it’s me showing up.” I step back from the mirror and check myself out.

“I’m sorry hun, but you’re the only actress I know that shows up to crowded places like this wearing a mask. I think they’ll recognize you perfectly.” She comes up, rubbing my arm. 

“Also, the limo is waiting so come on.”

I let out a breath, following her out of the building.

We get to the award show, I step out of the limo, immediately cameras are flashing. I notice a girl with magenta hair jump over the rope and excitedly runs up to me. 

“You’re [Name] [Last Name]!” She yells grinning, I awkwardly smile from beneath the mask. 

“Uhm, yes?” I glance around, wondering why no security has snatched her up from the carpet. “I’m Sierra! Huge fan, besides all my total drama blogs I have like six of you!” She exclaims, trying to grab my hands but I back away. 

“Thank you?” I raise a brow, this girl seems psycho. “Did you know Total Drama would be here tonight?” She asks me. 

“Who?” I adjust my mask, then fold my arms at my chest.

“Chris McLean’s reality show cast!” She says and that’s all I needed. 

That Chris guy begged me to go on his show in the first season, and second but of course I was too busy for that. I had upcoming big movies I was starring in. But for this next season no one knows that my agent actually signed me up for it since I don’t have anything coming up anytime soon. I wanted to take a break but it’s whatever I guess.

“Oh, right. I’ve heard of that.” I nod my head. 

“I need to get inside though, thank you for the questions.” I politely moved past her, “Of course! I love you [Name]!” She screams after me and I wince from the noise.

I get inside of the building, getting to my seat and I look at the names of who I am sitting by. I let out a tiny groan seeing “Chris McLean” in bold letters.

“Oh,” He pops up behind me, taking a sip of some drink. “What’s up, [Name]!” He goes to high five me but I stare at him. 

“Right, germaphobe, not liking of the germs.” He slyly puts his hand into him pants pocket. I look around him, “Where’s your cast?” I scrunch my face in confusion. 

“Right over there, sweetheart.” He points to a table full of… different looking people, well one is a fucking bear and another is a gorilla. My eyes widen then I turn back to him and give a dirty look. “I was told I was working with humans, Chris.” I glare at him. He gets closer to me.

“Don’t worry, we’re using the original crew but I gotta get attention somehow.” He winks, I unconsciously sigh, and I hear him chuckle underneath his breath.

We take our seats just as the music starts. It was very long, and boring. I won three Gemmy awards, which were my only nominations so I finally got to sit back at my seat and watch the rest of the show.

One of the guys that came in with Chris was now on the stage announcing the next award. 

“Next up, best reality ensemble!” He grins, holding a white card. “Envelope please? And the winner is….” The drumroll plays as the dude takes forever to open the damn thing. 

“Golden Oldies in their undies!” He throws his hand up, we all cheer for the winning ensemble. Once it calms down there’s just one more announcement. 

“And the Gemmy for the best reality show host goes to, once again. Chris McLean!” The guy shouts, Chris gets up from his seat, walking onto the stage. 

“Wow, hey, thanks again.” He laughs. “But I couldn’t have done it without a great bunch of people from Total Drama Action. The interns, the caterers, the camera crew, and the real stares of the show, my stylists.” I look around but nobody questions why he didn’t thank the teens that even joined the show, also we’re supposedly lied to about what it even was.

“Tomorrow, I’ll introduce the cast of my new reality series, Total Drama Dirtbags on the Orpha show.” He smiles cheekily, he goes back to sit at our table.

The next day, I’m on the bus with that one random crew Chris has. 

Suddenly another bus hits ours from the side, knocking the boy who I learned is named Alejandro from his lazy driving into a more serious and focused one. He looks panicked as he grabs the wheel, I lean up behind his seat. 

“What’s happening?” I questioned. “If I knew, don't you think I would have a handle on it, princess?” He snaps back and I squint my eyes, the bus now in front of us, the back emergency door swings open to reveal some goth girl.

 Then she moves and some caramel or chocolate candy splats onto our front window.

After the second splat Alejandro turns on the wipers. “Oh, you’re gonna regret this!” He shouts, now fully focused in. 

“Ha! You messed with the wrong reality show cast, mister!” A girl wearing a maroon red crop top smirks.

The red eyed gorilla growls, throwing his fist in the air outside of the bus, but instead of being intimidating he got chocolate and caramel to the face. I cross my arms watching in disgust.

“Can you do something?” I quizzed, wanting to take over the stupid bus but I didn’t know how many germs were on that steering wheel. “Just watch, princess.” He goes back to his lazy driving, earning some sort of cool back as the cheap bus in front of us was going off of the road now.

My eyes widened, noticing the cliff that they were just feet away from now, a tire popped off on the right side as well. “They aren’t gonna make it.” I grab onto Alejandro, squeezing my eyes shut, hearing the sound of the bus tipping over.

After the silence of not hearing a crash, I carefully open my eyes, glancing over to see Alejandro smirking, I shove him away causing him to grunt and I use a lot of hand sanitizer. 

“Gross.” I mumble.

Alejandro kept driving though, he didn’t even stop to see if they were okay. 

That whole night it was on my mind… sort of. If they’re dead or hopefully just injured it meant I didn’t have to do this stupid show. No offense to them but I have better things to do then win a decimal percentile of the amount of money I have.

Did you guys forget, I am a world famous, award winning actress?

Anywho, the next day I guess Chris went and got most of the teens, he took us to this set and had Alejandro and I cook pancakes. Me… cook pancakes. I don’t know what my agent signed me up for but I am certainly not liking this treatment.

Al and I take plates of the pancakes and place them down, well I slam them down pretty much. Alejandro goes back to the kitchen but I just sit down at one of the tables, watching the teens gawk from my existence. 

I smile a little bit but before they can even say anything or fangirl Chris decides to declare something. “I have an announcement.” He grins, “Now we all know that nobody does drama like you guys.” He then winks at me and I roll my eyes. 

“Duh, but what happened to Total Drama Dirtbags? And why is a world famous actress here with us?” That one girl that wore the maroon red crop top from before questions the host. 

“It was a trick, there never was any Total Drama Dirtbags.” Alejandro speaks up from the kitchen. Someone’s salty. 

“Is that true?” She asks. 

“Well, mostly.” Chris shrugs.

“I did come up with the name. But anywho, I needed to find out if you kids still had it.” Chris does finger guns. 

“What about Alejandro? And again why is this world famous actress here?” The girl repeats herself, and I’m thinking she doesn’t really like the fact that she had to.

“A dupe just like the rest of you. I needed someone on the inside. But to make it up, I told him he can join you guys next time. And about [Name] here-” 

“He begged for me to be on the show, calling and emailing my agent and even my parents. He got my agent at a good time and I guess I had an opening so she signed me up on a contract I can’t back out of.” I cut him off, leaning back against the table.

“Whoa! You have your own lip gloss line!” A blonde yells from across the room, startling me, she was excitedly clapping her hands. I nod but before I can speak up a kid spoke up. 

“Hold on, what next time?” Noah asks, I only know his name because he was Chris’s assistant one of the times they came to my agent’s office.

“A no-holds-barred race around the world in a jet!” The host declares, chuckling.

“After all the crap you put us through? As if.” That goth girl scoffs. 

“Don’t you wanna be famous again?” Chris taunts, basically holding bait over their head. 

“Pass.” A boy with a green mohawk says, hands behind his head. 

“What about cash?” He pulls out two large green bags of money. “The chance to win, oh, one million dollars?” After those words they all start cheering.

I was again hoping they stuck to not wanting to do this but oh well. I guess we’re celebrating now.

“Looks like I’m back for another season. And I’ll be keeping a much closer eye on Gwen. So not trusting that boyfriend stealer.” Courtney proclaims.

Harold puts his arm around Leshawna who gasps. “Get your hands off of me.” She shoves him. He falls to the ground. “Oh, I thought we could form an alliance. Check it.” He gets back up and starts beatboxing, even putting her name in it. She slaps a hand over his mouth to stop him from going any further.

“OMG, this is my first confessional ever. I am so excited. I never thought I would be on Total Drama, my favorite show in the whole world. And I’m doing it with [Name] [Last Name] my all time favorite actress! Talking to all my favorite tv stars is so fab.” Sierra grins. “Now I will finally put to rest all those Cody and [Name] blog questions like how many freckles does Cody have on his back? What kind of shampoo and perfume does [Name] use? How many times does Cody sleep facing west? And what songs do they sing in the shower!?? Ohh, my. That last question will definitely be a six-month analysis. Oh yeah!” Sierra the official new weird girl, stalker thinking about her two celebrity crushes.

“Ho, ho, homies. Get in the focus and take notice. I’m what is. Oh, yeah, that’s show biz, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh huh!” Ezekiel tris to be smooth by leaning back but ends up falling backwards.

“I miss you already Geoff! Wait for me, schmoopie poo! I’m gonna win it for both of us!” Bridgette then holds her face, crying into her hands.

“You know what they say. Third time lucky. This could be my season!” Gwen points to herself confidently.

“Hey, I’m game. Bring it, Chris.” Duncan swings around a knife before stabbing it into the vanity in front of him.

“Watch out, Total Drama nerds. The new guy is going all the way to the top.” Alejandro points a finger in the camera.

“Don’t you worry, mama. I’m gonna win this one and buy you a big old house and maybe a new bus.” DJ rubs the back of his head.

“Mm, pancakes.” Owen disgustingly eats, squirting syrup into his mouth.

“I can’t wait to find out where we’re going first. 23 percent of my bloggers say we’re going to India. And 10 percent say that Chris is lying to us and that he’s actually going to film us in an old bomb shelter. Ha! As if.” Sierra blows raspberries, not believing it. 

“I’m a third generation Chris McLean scholar okay? I could tell if he’s lying to us by his vocal range and body language. Only someone who has an extensive knowledge of Total Drama could catch that. BTW did you know Chris wears 32x31 pants? And only buys them at strutty’s pants and jewelers? He also has three dogs named Banjo, Todd and-” 

“Sierra, get out, I have to go next.” [Name] is heard from the outside of the dressing room. Sierra's eyes light up. “That’s [Name]! Ah! OMG!” She fangirls. [Name] enters the room with a bored expression. 

“Before I go, did you know [Name] is from France!” Wee- wee!” She giggles but then [Name] is standing over her, sighing. 

“Go, please.” The actress points to the door. 

“Oh right! Of course! Want me to wipe down the seat? I know you’re a germaphobe because when you were a kid you-” “Get. Out.” She cuts the psycho girl off and the taller girl finally leaves, giggling.

[Name] lets out a breath, quickly wiping the seat down and just as she sits down the camera dies.

First chapter is out! also I was supposed to post this last night but I was super sleepy and ended up sleeping almost my whole day away after work so. I apologize but here this is. I hope to maybe get another chapter out tonight but it might be tomorrow and then the next day will be a post for Heather's story:)

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What about Johnny Cage x Ada Wong type of reader?

Oohh this is a cool concept!! I kind of took her mercenary work and general stoicism into account here, it turned into an enemies to lovers type deal (which. FAVORITE trope. God.)

Content: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, enemies to lovers

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How your phone number kept getting leaked, you had no idea. You changed it frequently enough that you rarely had constants in your life when it came to other people. Going into it, you knew that mercenary work didn’t allow for the most sociable life. But that was fine. You were a loner. You thrived on your own, and you liked it that way. It was much easier to watch your back when there weren’t loved ones standing behind you.

But here you were, staring at your fifth burner phone of the year, with a notification from a number that read as unknown but you had memorized by now. You didn’t even need a name to put to the text. It was too obvious: the all-lowercase, horrendous grammar, and overuse of the sunglasses emoji were enough of a calling card.

Johnny Cage.

Asking for a date.

Again.

You and Johnny had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting about a year or two ago when you were both unexpectedly wrapped up in saving Earthrealm. You saw him as a nuisance, someone who couldn’t take anything seriously even when lives were on the line. The more annoying part was that you were proven correct too many times over the course of those several days together. And yet, Johnny hung around you like a lost puppy, constantly trying to impress you with jokes or feats of strength or his fabulous wealth at home. None of it interested you. It only made him try harder. 

Then, the aforementioned texts started to roll in when you two were physically apart. That plus the constant movie trailers and advertisements with his face plastered all over them made you sick to your stomach. As an overplayed TV commercial for an action figure based on his likeness cruelly reminded you at least once a day: “You can’t escape the Cage!”

And yet, though the easy option to block him remained in the back of your mind, you never did. You found it much more cathartic to answer with a sarcastic comment or an insult, even though you knew all it did was throw fuel on the fire.

[heyyy their dollface😘😎😎😎]

[What do you want this time, Cage.] After you sent the message, you sighed and set your phone down on the table. You stretched in your living room, taking in the muffled silence of the city, punctuated by voices through the walls of your apartment and engines on the streets below. Your phone’s buzz added to the mix. You groaned, as if you had expecting anything else but for him to answer right away.

[welllll im in town]

[ur town]

[like right now]

[drinks?😎]

Your brow furrowed. You tried to recall when you told him where you were staying, but it occurred to you that if Johnny could track your cell phones, he was probably paying some dick to give out information on your whereabouts, too. 

[How stalkerish of you. Charming.]

[nahhh nah not stalkerish!!]

[just wanna see u again. too much to ask?]

[Pretty much, yeah.]

[cmon. pls? ill pay!]

You gave a strenuous sigh and looked around at the rest of your apartment. It was silent, mostly bare. You had never bothered to decorate. For once, and only for a moment, the usually comforting depersonalization of it all felt lonely. You weighed your options. At least if you went out, it would be something different. You hadn’t gotten a hit in weeks and the static nature of sitting at home and going out only for groceries was taking its toll. Already regretting it before you pressed a single key on the screen, you answered. 

[Fine. Where?]

[noonans bar?]

[How do you even know about that place?]

[not my first time around the block, sweetie. filmed once or twice here before n found out pretty quick where the best drinks were]

[For once, you’re not wrong. I’ll be there at 8. If you’re even 10 minutes late I’m leaving.]

[u drive a hard bargain. luv it😘 ill see u soon!]

[You’re so annoying.]

[😎]

The local bar was, as usual, loud and full of too many people. It made you nervous to be around so many at once. The only saving graces were the fact that you were able to snag a booth in the corner, where no one could sneak up on you, and the drinks. Johnny was, unfortunately, right for once. They really were the best in the city.

You were already sipping on a Rum and Coke, something light that gave you enough buzz so that you weren’t completely miserable but kept you sober enough to stay alert. Not that you were expecting a fight or anything, but it was a habit you’d gotten too used to. Years in your profession had made you strong and confident in your abilities, but had also made you quite antisocial. It was already hard to trust strangers when you were younger and inexperienced. Now, it was nearly impossible. 

And then, of course, was Johnny. You watched as he entered the bar, already grinning like an idiot and giving quick greetings to anyone he passed. He even scrawled a few autographs on some napkins to excited patrons as he made his way over to you. That was something else that you hated about Johnny. Just the act of being seen with him immediately called attention to yourself. Usually, that was something you couldn’t afford. But you had already agreed to this whole thing, and now he was sitting across from you in the booth, no doubt drawing stares and chatter from some of the people around you. 

Johnny ignored them all in favor of you, though. He took off his sunglasses (because of course he still wore them at night) and flashed you a grin. 

“Wow. Hi. You look great.”

“Johnny,” you mumbled in acknowledgement. You lifted your glass and took a long sip before continuing. “Started a tab already.”

“Right on,” he nodded, unbothered by your flippancy. His eyes flicked down to your glass. “Can I have a taste?”

“Do you even know what it is?” you asked, but you decided you could part with a sip and held it towards him. 

“Nope.” Johnny grinned and tried some of it. When he pulled away, he seemed surprised. “What, are you a lightweight?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. I just don’t wanna get wasted and have to rely on you to drag me home.”

“Suuure.” You reached for the glass, but Johnny managed in one last sip before handing it over again. “Heh. It’s like we just kissed.”

“How old are you?” you grumbled. “Twelve?”

“Only in dog years.”

Before you could point out the inaccuracies of that analogy, Johnny was already talking again. 

“Noticed you got all dressed up for me.”

You looked down at your jacket, hoodie, and jeans. Your sense of style wasn’t anything to gawk at. That was the point. When you met Johnny’s eyes again, you saw that his face was riddled with sarcasm.

“You should feel lucky I even agreed to all this.” You folded your arms. “I should just get up and go home now, in fact.”

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, doll,” he chuckled. “No hard feelings. I promise. I’m just givin’ you a hard time is all.”

“I’ll show you a hard time,” you muttered as he stood to order a drink.

“I heard that!” he laughed over his shoulder. You glared at him as he leaned against the counter, joking with the bartender about something or other. His laugh annoyed you. His hair annoyed you. His brash sense of style annoyed you. His ass annoyed you, too. Stop staring at his ass. You almost decided to get up and leave while he was distracted, but even if it was Johnny, you couldn’t bring yourself to be that mean. After all, you had agreed to this. Might as well see it through. 

“So?” Johnny asked when he came back with a tall mug of a draft beer. He’d gotten you one, too. You weren’t much for beer, but hey: he was paying. “What’ve you been up to? Been a while since I’ve seen ya.”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

Johnny laughed. It wasn’t a joke. 

“Alright, alright. We can just talk about me if you want. Trust me–no issues with that.” He gave you a wink that made you sick to your stomach. Then, he started on a tangent about all the movie work he’d done over the past couple of years. You’d heard of most of the projects from ads, but you let him talk anyways, half-hoping he’d run out of steam eventually. You drank your beer, not relishing in the taste but certainly relishing in the way it made you a little less agitated. Soon, Johnny’s words weren’t even entirely annoying. Sometimes they were even interesting. Not enough to ask any questions about the ins and outs of a Hollywood stunt star, but you were no longer pouting into your glass. 

Johnny kept talking. You kept drinking. And then, the inevitable happened. You were drunk. You could tell because the small part of you that was still aware of the world in a more sober-fashion knew he was still talking, but you couldn’t for the life of you actually focus on what he was saying. You’d pick up a sentence or two and then immediately forget about it. You were too distracted by the little details: the way he wet his pink lips after a sip of beer, the warm color of his eyes, his strangely pretty and probably–no, definitely manicured nails. Johnny was a looker. You weren’t one to deny it, but you weren’t happy about it either. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more you looped back around to being irritated with him. How come he had to make you feel this way? You, out of all people, who couldn’t afford to have close relationships? Who couldn’t even stand him in the first place, and yet hesitated to cut contact with him every time you got a text? Who thought about him late at night, alone in bed, and way more often than you wanted to admit?

It was all his fault, you decided. Of course it was. Johnny was messing you all up. You never felt like this, like a lovesick puppy. You frowned, your hazy focus settling on his mouth. You saw Johnny frown, too. It sounded like he was saying your name, and you were sure he was, but you didn’t really care. He snapped his fingers near your ear and it almost brought you back. You leaned in, raising one of your hands. You were gonna give it to him, you decided, show him what for in return for making you feel so stupid and weak and so utterly enamored. But your hand landed a lot more softly on his cheek than you initially meant it to, and instead of telling him off your lips were suddenly busy making love to his. 

For once, Johnny didn’t seem to know how to respond. His usual suave self was broken. All he was able to do was sit there, frozen, eyes wide, as you finally did what you thought about doing many times before. 

Once you were satisfied, you pulled away with a slow breath. Johnny was blushing. Actually blushing, and not the fake “aw, shucks” kind of blush you’d seen him pull before. This was real. You’d caught him off-guard. You’d destroyed him.

A small smirk found its way onto your lips and you distracted them by finishing off your drink. When you were done, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve and muttered, “You’re stupid.”

“What?” Johnny seemed to genuinely not have heard you, still completely lost in his own world. 

“Never mind,” you sighed. “That was…ugh. Whatever. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” He looked even more surprised. “What, like you didn’t mean to kiss me?”

“No. But like–” You struggled for a moment. Now you were getting flustered. “I didn’t want to. I just–I don’t know. I don’t know. It just happened, okay?”

“It absolutely did just happen.” Johnny seemed to be falling back into his nature, now that you were, too. “D’you want it to just happen again?”

“No,” you muttered quickly. But you leaned in again, still staring at him. His hand landed on your neck. It was surprisingly warm. “Maybe.”

“That’s what I thought,” he grinned, and suddenly he was kissing you again. It felt good, but what was even worse was that it felt right. Fulfilling, almost. Like this is what had been missing in your life. 

You wanted to beat yourself up just for even thinking that. 

After the few sloppy kisses were over, you started packing your things. You knew that if you stayed around him any longer, you were gonna say something you regretted.

“Hey, hey, where’s the fire?” Johnny murmured, still very much in the slow romantic mood that you were desperately trying to pull yourself out of. 

“I need to go,” you huffed, standing from the table. The room spun. Johnny took note of the way you wobbled and stood up beside you. 

“Hey.” He steadied your shoulders and scanned your face. You furrowed your brow, trying to look intimidating. Based on his expression, it wasn’t working. “You’re drunk.”

“Nice work, genius.” 

Johnny’s face slowly fell as he looked at you. A short sigh huffed from his nose. “...We wouldn’t work. Would we?”

You shrugged, both because you knew the answer and you wanted to pretend you didn’t. Johnny nodded. You had never seen him so serious before, nor so sad. It made you wanna throw up. Or maybe it was just the booze and dizziness.

“Let me at least get you home safe.” He started walking you towards the door. It was a slow process, and with his big arms wrapped around your shoulders, you were glad about that. Outside the bar, it was starting to rain, the tiny drops coming down in waves of mist. Johnny cursed under his breath and pulled your hood up for you. As he did so, you caught a glimpse of his face again, kind and doe-eyed and so goddamn sad. Your own lips tugged down in a frown. You looked away as you spoke again.

“We could try.”

“Huh?”

“We could try,” you repeated louder, trying not to stumble. You had the safety net of drink to blame all of this on if you felt differently in the morning. But somehow, you knew you wouldn’t. You could feel Johnny staring at you before the two of you started to walk down the street again. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

[lerknow]

Distraction~

Distraction Lee! Soobin Ler! Yeonjun

"Comfort After a Scary Movie" Week 3 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: Soobin is made to watch a horror movie with his members in honour of halloween month. He doesn't do well but Yeonjun helps keep his mind off the film.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction, Scary Movies

©LerKnow Don’t repost, copy or re-write in any way

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"No horror. I repeat, No horror-" 

"C'mon Soobin, It's October. You have to get into the spooky mood, at least a little,"

Yeonjun teases, trying to convince the Scardy cat of a bunny to watch the new Saw movie. 

"Yeah, just this once," Beomgyu pouts, trying his best puppy eyes on Soobin. 

Soobin huffs back, clearly not having whatever Beomgyu was pulling. Why couldn't they just watch it without him later? 

4 out of 5 members were waiting for free time to finally catch up with the franchise, with tonight being the perfect time. They finally had their well-deserved time off, and they wanted to use it wisely. 

"There is no 'mood' I want to be in other than calm. Let's just watch a Disney movie or something." 

"Booooring!" Kai chimes in, earning a few laughs from the group, which were easily drowned out by his own

As the leader, Soobin usually had at least a little bit of authority, but when it came to movie nights, everyone seemed to forget his position. Throwing it all away to be the first one to the remote. The youngest's always pulling the ‘maknae' card. 

"How about you just go make popcorn? I’ll pick a good one," Taehyun reaches over, snatching the remote from Beomgyu's grasp, which caused him to pout again with an exaggerated whine. 

Soobin nodded. Trusting Taehyun enough with the remote to honour his request, he made his way to the kitchen to make their snack. 

He took his time making two giant bowls of popcorn to be shared between the five of them. Being nice and mixing in extra melted butter. Soobin was getting excited; maybe they'll watch Encanto again or one of the classics. 

"Okay, so what movie did we-" Soobin stopped in his tracks, glaring at the tv screen in front of him. Against his wishes, Taehyun had put on, not the newest Saw, but the previous one. Soobin forgot how much Taehyun loved to mess with him too. 

"Before you get mad," Taehyun put his hands up in surrender. "It's all Beomgyu's fault." 

"NUH UH!" Beomgyu shouted, ready to argue. 

Soobin sighed, placing the bowls in the member's hands. He situated himself between Beongyu and Yeonjun on the couch, hiding his eyes in his hands. 

"Just... press play" Soobin mumbles to the group.

"Really?" Yeonjun gave Soobin a concerned look, as if to say 'are you really sure about that?' 

"I'll survive; don't worry." Soobin shoos them away with his hands, not wanting this discussion to go on any longer. The sooner they start, the sooner it ends.

The members were prepared to get chewed out by their leader for the suggestion alone, but that wasn't the outcome. They cheered silently and pressed play on their remote. Taehyun tosses it down onto the coffee table. 

Through the beginning of the movie, Soobin was determined to look anywhere but the screen. Pretending the half-eaten popcorn bowl was more interesting or how cool the ceiling was with all of those bumps. Every so often he would look up when he heard the member's reactions die down but every single time he regretted what he saw. 

Soobin sat in shock, looking straight down into his lap, refusing to look up if even something slightly unsettling was visible on the screen. 

"Hey Soobin," he heard Yeonjun's voice whisper close to him. It caught him off guard, almost sending the bowl into the air with his flinch. "You okay?" 

Soobin thought about it. Obviously, it wouldn't be good to lie and say everything was alright, but he also didn't want to make the members feel bad. He did originally say it was fine after all. 

"Yeah. Is the movie good?" Soobin reflected, focusing on Yeonjun instead of the screen. The flashing colours in his peripheral vision making him anxious.

"You don't look too okay.”

He could tell? He was the oldest; of course he could tell. With a sigh, Soobin nodded. They could all read each other like a book.

“I'm scared, but like… I just need a distraction; this bowl of popcorn is getting boring." Soobin moves the bowl to their coffee table. Immediately, being snatched by Kai from the floor.

“I can help; come here.” With a soft smile, Yeonjun let Soobin lay closer to him, hiding his view from the screen while a particularly horrifying scene played out. 

Soobin appreciated moments like this with his members. Not so much the movie, but how much they care for each other like family. 

Soobin was comfortable now, nearly too comfortable, almost falling asleep against Yeonjun's shoulder as he rubbed his back, almost on instinct. 

It was fine for a while, until the sounds of the movie caught Soobin's attention. Cringing in his seat, Soobin blocked his view with his hands again, making sure he wasn’t able to see whatever horrific thing the directors decided to add.

While he was focused on the sounds, Soobin was caught off guard by a new but familiar feeling. The firm hand he felt against his back shifted into softer claw hands. Nails gently scraping across the surface of Soobin's shirt. As much as it was calming, Soobin couldn't suppress a shiver at the now ticklish feeling.

Soobin was never the most ticklish member, but every single time, Yeonjun seemed to find his weak spots. Soobin melted into the couch, trying not to give away his reactions. Pressing his lips together firmly as he faced the back of the couch.

What Soobin didn't know was this was all on purpose and not an accident due to lack of attention. Yeonjun wasn’t lying when he said he would help with a distraction. He didn’t exactly say what kind of distraction, though.

Yeonjun continued his almost painfully slow tickling to Soobin's back, earning a few quiet giggles from time to time. Yeonjun kept switching between using his nails and the pads of his fingers to see which affected Soobin the most and kept his mind off of the now even worse noises coming from the speakers.

Yeonjun pretended to pay attention to the movie, now more entertained by Soobin's attempt at acting like he wasn't ticklish. He couldn't help but glance at him, shaking. To anyone else, it would look like he was that terrified by the movie but to Yeonjun, it was another story. He was trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Yeonjun decided the subtlety was up, jabbing quite roughly against Soobin's ribs, which ripped a loud squeak from his throat at the same time as the movie played a terrifyingly loud scream. It was a successful attempt to distract Soobin into not being jumpscared by the movie instead. Soobin didn’t even realize it either.

A little embarrassed, Soobin covered his mouth while Yeonjun continued to pester him with pokes. Now knowing Yeonjun was doing it willingly, he felt 10 times more vulnerable to the ticklish feeling now trailing down his sides. 

Soobin was currently trying his best to stay still while Yeonjun squeezed him like a stress ball. Almost kicking Beomgyu, who was still beside him. Somehow, he hadn’t caught on. Maybe he did notice and was pretending as if he didn't. No, he knew Beomgyu, and Beomgyu would definitely not let a moment like this go by without playing along. 

"Are you doing good now?" Yeonjun checked in on Soobin, chuckling at the way he froze before nodding without looking up. Clearly not wanting to see either the screen or Yeonjun's pleased face,

"The movie's over, by the way," Yeonjun whispers to Soobin, stopping his ticklish distraction. Soobin untwists himself from the position he somehow wiggled himself into, blinking at the blank screen. 

"Finally, it’s over-" 

"Hey guys, do you wanna watch the next one now?" Beomgyu asks the group, looking towards Soobin as if asking for his permission only. 

Soobin sighs towards Yeonjun, knowing exactly what was coming next. 

"Fine, I don't mind." Soobin turned back around to ignore the screen yet again as Yeonjun started up his little distraction again.

Masterlist 🎃

[urmother17]

make me ~ c.sturniolo

a/n: ‘slut me out’ by nle choppa. FAVE SONG. also should i make a threesome smut story with the triplets? (matt x reader x chris)?? NO FUCKING USE OF Y/N!! also question, should i post once every two days? or would you like a post everyday? if everyday i will try and get them posted :) i will post them at 3:30 pst and 6:30 est, yes you guys cum fast and a lot in this but idk i got kinda lazy 😭 also i cannot spell for the life of me

warnings: oral (fem!receiving), p in v, SMUT, different positions (backshots, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ) - hair pulling, slight choking, titty play, titty sucking, twt p links, squirting!!

wording colors: pink: you, purple: nick, orange:chris, blue: matt

dom!chris x sub!reader

me and the triplets have been bestfriends forever, but christ has chris been looking a little TOOO FINE lately, any eye contact, physical touch by chris gives me butterflies.

literally anytime i see him i want him to fuck me so bad.

im hanging out with all of them right now, we’re all watching a movie but i get bored cuz its a boring ass movie ‘baby boy’.

“you guys wanna play a game?”

“what game?”

“how about one of those funny horny games”

i giggle

“fuck yeah”

“im down, nick?”

“im going to sleep, yall have fun i guess”

i smile,

“goodnightttt”

nick flashes a smile before walking upstairs to his room, we play ‘let’s get naked’ chris picked the game.

“nooooo, im not playing that, you guys can but im not goodnight”

me and chris look at each other and laugh

“good night”

me and chris both say in unison

chris grabs the cards and shuffles them up then puts them faced down in the center of the table.

“go ahead you first”

“fine”

i grab a card, and it reads ‘remove one clothing item, your choice’ i smile and take off my shirt. why leave it boring when you can have fun?

chris chuckles slightly, he picks up a card and it reads ‘take off pants’ chris stands up and drops his pants, i can see his dick threw his boxers he has width to him. damn.

we continue playing the game until i am about fully naked, the only thing not off me is my underwear. chris took his boxers off, and i was right he’s huge.

“have you seen my bra?”

“no”

chris said that with a cheeky grin, i knew he was lying. i stand up and i walk over to him.

“please chris give it to me”

chris chuckles

“make me”

i lean over him my boobs slightly dangling in his face. he’s leaning back and if i lean any further i am most likely going to fall onto him, embarrassing.

chris stands up and his hight compared to mine, well let’s just say it’s not fair.

“chris! please”

chris chuckles

“you have to get it”

i jump up to grab it from his hand which is reaching in the air, and that’s when chris drops my bra and throws me onto the couch, chris then climbs ontop of me

“what are you doing”

“i have to teach you lesson for teasing me ma”

chris then starts kissing up on my neck, my breath hitches and the feeling of him nibbling and sucking on my neck. i let out a soft moan just at the feeling.

i can feel chris smirk against my skin he slowly kisses down to my shoulder then to my breasts, he shoves one titty into his mouth and sucking on it while massaging the other one giving the same attention to both.

he then kisses down your stomach and he moves to your inner thighs kissing all the way up to your pantie line. there’s a literally puddle in your panties

“your so wet ma”

“chris please”

chris smirks and slides my panties off revealing my arousel covered pussy. chris kisses my clit causing me to moan out, chris reaches up and covers my mouth muffling my moans. he sucks on my clit then dives right on into eating me the fuck out. the way he’s eating me out causes me to squirm. chris then takes two fingers and plunge them in and out of your wet walls.

“chris! f-fuck im close”

“cum for me ma”

at chris’s words the knot in my stomach snaps, chris’s hand still muffling my moans, my back arching off the couch and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

chris pulls his digits out of me and licks my juices off with a smile.

“mm you taste so good ma”

chris flips me over onto my stomach and pulls me up onto my knees and my front half getting holding up by my elbows.

he pounds into me, im a moaning mess into his hand, he starts yanking my hair and pulling it, its painful but the pleasure he’s giving me takes over and makes me moan more.

“chris- not gonna last long”

“cum ma”

his words once again, causing the knot in my stomach to snap once again. my back arches down and once again my eyes roll to the back of my head, i start seeing stars.

chris pulls out. and i drop onto the couch

“you don’t think we’re done do you?”

i look at him confused.

“oh ma your riding me frontwards and backwards.”

he smiles and i just look defeated.

chris sits back onto the couch, and i stand up and straddle his lap. i guide his still semi-hard cock to my entrance, i slowly sink into his cock and moan i start bouncing up nd down chris’s hand’s instinctly move to my ass massaging it. i dig my face into the crook of his neck moaning into it.

chris groans at the feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him letting him know of your inpending orgasm.

“cum”

at that the knot in my stomach snaps once again. cumming all over his cock for the second time. third time cumming in the night.

chris then picks you off him and turns you around.

he then places me onto his hard cock but im backwards and can’t look at him, again i start bouncing hard and fast causing chris to groan slightly.

“fuck chris- gonna c-cum!”

“fuck yeah ma, do it”

the knot in my stomach snaps, i cum and squirt all over chris and his cock.

chris pounds into me one more time and then he busts his hot seed deep in me.

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[pttwice]

can i request littles mina and jihyo having a sleepover in their cute onesies in a fort they made in the living room with cg!samo & 2yeon looking after them but telling them to not be too loud because the babies are sleeping

hi anon :) little mina & hyo in onesies 💖

sleepover

|| little!mihyo, cg!samo, cg!2yeon ||

With the world tour, Jihyo's solo, and Misamo's project, Mina and Jihyo barely had any time to spend with each other. Now that things were calming down a bit and they had at least a month before the next tour date, they took an evening to their advantage.

Sana, Momo, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon were playing Uno at the dining room table while Mina and Jihyo were laying beside each other on the floor watching TV.

Jihyo was getting bored of just sitting and watching TV so she whispered in Mina's ear. Before the caregivers knew it, both Mina and Jihyo were sprinting down the hall to their rooms.

"What was that about?" Momo looked up from her cards, eyebrow raised in confusion. Nayeon and Jeongyeon just shrugged and Sana was too focused on peeking at Momo's cards to even realize the other Japanese girl asked a question.

By the time the two littles came back from their rooms, Momo had complained about Sana cheating while Nayeon and Jeongyeon defended Sana in her lie that she would never cheat.

The two littles were giggling as she shuffled out into the living room, piles of blankets in tow. Mina was literally waddling with how many blankets she was carrying, dressed in her penguin onesie. Jihyo was dragging her blankets on the floor, dressed in her unicorn onesie.

The caregivers stopped bickering immediately once they saw the littles dressed up and the tons of blankets with them.

"Whatcha got there?" Nayeon chuckled as she watched Jihyo throw a few blankets on the floor in front of her.

Jihyo proudly smiled and pointed to the blankets they brought out. "Gonna make a fort!" She had that evil glint in her eye which told the caregivers that no matter how much they would protest, Jihyo was going to build the fort.

Jeongyeon just chuckled and nodded, taking a few pictures. "As long as you two are quiet, you can make your fort. Just don't wake the babies up, okay?"

Mina excitedly nodded, already grabbing the cushions off the couch. Jihyo slid two of the dining room table chairs over into the middle of the living room and tossed one of the blankets over them. While Mina continued to help with the fort, the caregivers chuckled, enjoying watching as Mina kept having to push the hood of her onesie up. Even though Mina enjoyed the attention from the caregivers, seeing was an important part of being able to build a fort. So, she opted to put the hood down all together.

Somehow, the two littles managed to make their fort without knocking anything over. Jihyo brought her unicorn night light out to give them light and Mina got her laptop so they could watch a movie. Everything was set up. They had light, the laptop, their sleeping mats, and extra blankets.

"I can't even get mad at them for taking all the cushions off the couch. That looks like a comfy fort." Sana giggled, walking around the fort before sitting back down at the dining room table.

Momo nodded in agreement and took a few pictures. "I don't blame them either. It's been a while since we could all just relax."

//

Halfway through their second movie and second bowl of popcorn, a slightly scary scene in their movie made Jihyo scream a bit. The caregivers were sitting at the dining room table still, playing a different game, when they heard Jihyo. Nayeon sighed and got up out of her chair, walking over to the fort. She crouched down and stuck her head inside, seeing the two littles holding onto each other.

Nayeon reached in and paused their movie, earning a whine from both of the littles. She just shook her head, a slightly stern look on her face. "I know you're excited to be watching movies in your fort, but if you can't keep it down a little, we'll have to take it down."

Jihyo nodded, hanging her head. "I'm sorry. The movie was just a little scary. We don't want to wake the babies up."

Nayeon let out a small sigh and smiled, leaning in to kiss Mina and Jihyo's foreheads. "It's okay. I'm not mad, but maybe it would be best to pick another movie that's not so scary."

Mina and Jihyo nodded. Nayeon stayed crouched down by the fort until she watched them choose Curious George. At least with this one the most that would happen is loud giggling and no screams.

//

"Okay. I'm tired and bored. I'm going to bed and I call not putting the littles to sleep." Jeongyeon laughed as she got up from the table.

"I also call not putting the littles to sleep." Momo said a quick good night to the other caregivers and pushed Jeongyeon down the hallway to their rooms.

Nayeon and Sana rolled their eyes, laughing at the other two's antics. Hopefully since they weren't too loud, the littles would be easy to put to bed. The babies were already asleep so that made things easier already.

Momo got up, yawning and stretching as she walked to the fort in the middle of the living room. She got down on her hands and knees and stuck her head inside. "Okay, girls. It's time to-"

Nayeon rubbed her eyes and looked down at Momo, a bit confused. "Why'd you stop talk-"

"Shhh." Momo cut Nayeon off as she poked her head up. She motioned for the oldest to come over.

Nayeon crouched down and stuck her head in the fort, a quiet laugh falling from her lips as she took in the sight in front of her.

Mina was lying with her head by her laptop, her legs sprawled out with one crossed over Jihyo's. Jihyo was on her back, the hood of her onesie covering half of her face while her hands were spread out like a starfish.

Momo covered her mouth to stifle her laugh, her free hand reaching into her pocket to take a few pictures. Once they had watched the littles for a few moments, Nayeon reached in and gently shut Mina's laptop. Momo carefully pulled the extra blankets over the two and leaned down to kiss their cheeks. She turned Jihyo's night light off before she crawled back and stood up.

"They only made it through three movies. I'm surprised." Nayeon whispered as she stood up, walking down the hallway with Momo.

"I don't blame them. A onesie sleepover in a huge fort would have put me to sleep immediately."

[delopsia]

at this point i feel like i’m just straight up asking for to world building the trio™️ 😩💕 but the subject of birthdays popped into my head and i just 🥳✨

how do you think rhett x reader x robby celebrate?

are you team “the abbott family doesn’t really do birthdays unless it’s for amy” or team “rhett himself is just kind of indifferent because he hasn’t ever had anyone to celebrate with or had anything to do because wabang is so small” or something else entirely?

do you think robby is a birthday guy? i headcanon him as having a big family (single mom, lots of older sisters) which makes me think he’s more likely to get the birthday celebrations, at least when he’s home; with his favorite cake (maybe made by mama floyd), silly birthday cards and maybe a couple gifts 🤔 but what do you think? does he like the attention because it’s his family or does he maybe prefer something quieter with rhett and reader?

do you think reader is a birthday person? what do you think the cowboy and the pilot do for reader on their special day? breakfast in bed or birthday dinner? do they bake a cake or pick one up?

did the three of them ever celebrate birthdays together in the beginning, on discord or in person? what about once they live together, what do those look like?

oh my god this is just a jumbled mess of questions but also: the thought of them being able to throw rhett a birthday party in their space, loving on him all day and doing whatever he wants 💓😩💓

and because we’re whores: is birthday sex dealer’s choice or is it like “as many orgasms as we can lovingly wring from them until they pass out”? 👀❤️‍🔥

Now THIS is something 💃I briefly lost this ask, and I've never been so distraught in my life 😩I can't believe I've never even really thought about them celebrating birthdays until you sent this.

I don't know why, but the Abbott family seems like the kind of family that's sort of split on birthdays. Cecelia always wants to celebrate and shower her boys with sweet treats, but Royal's of the "them boys would be of better use on a horse than stuffin' their faces with cake" thought process.

So birthdays are more or less normal days, where Cecelia slips Rhett a cupcake with a candle in it while Royal is out, and that's the most celebrating they can do. Otherwise, Royal pitches a fit because it's "softening up them boys" and "well, now they'll work lousy today."

Rhett's old enough to know that he can celebrate on his own now, but even if he allows himself one more beer just for that special day, he almost feels...guilty? He's just constantly looking over his shoulder, expecting Royal to chew him out.

Oh my god 😭evidently, we both headcanon Robby with a single mom, lmao.

Robby's family absolutely goes all out when he's home. There's an entire hallway wall dedicated to birthday pictures of him and his siblings. It's an excuse to let loose and share Ms. Floyd's famous birthday cake, and they always wind up getting a little carried away. I love the image of everyone sitting at the table, asking Bob to blow out the candles, and he's sitting at the end of the table, red face buried in his hands, party hat sideways, flustered to the high heavens.

Robby absolutely prefers to just have dinner, a movie, and cake, but he doesn't voice that to his family because he sees how much they enjoy those over-the-top birthdays. If that means being mortified as everyone sings happy birthday and forces party hats on his head, then so be it.

I like to think that when Bob, Rhett, and the Reader come down to visit Bob's family, he lets it slip that Rhett's birthday is coming up. Queue rushed preparations while Rhett's out of the house, and a big yell of "surprise!" that scares poor Rhett so bad he jumps back out the door😭That's the one time they have to tone it down because this cowboy is both unsocialized and rattled to the bone.

If the Reader wasn't a birthday person before, they're going to be. Bob may not realize it, but his family has rubbed off on him. If there is a birthday, it shall be celebrated. As soon as the Reader wakes up, they're wrapped up in a pair of very, very sleepy men; Rhett's lazily snuggling into the space in their collar bone, and Bob's asking what they want to do today, in that unusually rough morning voice of his.

Whatever the Reader says, goes, no if's, and's, or but's about it. Lay in bed all day? Sold. Go out to a nice restaurant for dinner? Rhett's going to be tripping in Bob's too-big dress boots, but they'll make it happen.

If Bob's not working, he's in the kitchen for half the afternoon making a cake from scratch, while Rhett sort of...lingers like a feral cat. He'll fetch things from the pantry and run off to terrorize the chickens if Bob needs eggs, but he's not allowed to touch the mixing bowls. Neither is the Reader, for that matter. Once Bob's in his 'zone,' he gets very particular about his kitchen not being messed with.

In the beginning, birthdays were celebrated in the form of hour-long calls where there would be an...attempt at getting everyone to eat cake together? Attempt meaning, Robby and Reader eat cake, and Rhett eats whatever birthday-cake-flavored treat he could find at the store.

Rhett's birthday wasn't acknowledged the first year simply because he forgot to mention it, and neither Bob nor Reader knew what day it was. Until one day, his age was one number higher than before, and Reader put two and two together.

BUT since moving in together, birthdays are entire days dedicated to whatever the hell they want. They've spent a whole day at a festival that the Reader wanted to visit; Bob's had two birthdays where all he wanted was a day to binge movies, and Rhett's most recent birthday was spent taking him to the zoo for the first time.

Getting Rhett to feel alright with celebrating is a whole process of its own, but there's a birthday when he comes home late from work, and there those two are, bickering as they frantically light those candles before he can walk into the kitchen. God, he just melts. Doesn't know what to do when they're both hugging and kissing him because he's too flustered to blow them out. He doesn't know what to do with all the attention and just winds up burying his face in the nearest shoulder.

Birthday sex is almost always the dealer's choice, but the choices aren't usually a surprise.

Bob's got a thing for making an absolute mess out of Rhett and Reader, doesn't want to stop until they're batting him away, can't handle any more of him; he loves it to the point he almost forgets to take care of himself.

Rhett, though shy about it, always ends his birthday nights shuddering as he's worked toward another orgasm, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. The kind of overworked that requires several hours of carefully spoken words and cuddling to bring him back down.

Reader has a secret third option that Rhett so lovingly calls the "fuck around and find out." Someone's going to wind up breathless and overstimulated by the end, but it just depends on the way things go. Sometimes it's the Reader themselves, sometimes it's Rhett, and sometimes it's Bob.

Hell, once it was all three of them ✨💃

🌻💕

[pixeldistractions]

Ten minutes later—okay, maybe closer to fifteen—Maria returned downstairs in pajamas with a towel on her head, a flush in her cheeks, and she hoped not too obvious a tremble in her knees.

Johanna grinned with an animal cracker in her mouth. “Mama’s all squeaky clean!”

Lou said, with an eyebrow raised, “Yeah, your mama was a very dirty girl.”

They made polite conversation about Lou’s legal work while Johanna finished her crackers, then she left the table to play with her dolls.

“So he’s still calling?” Lou asked.

“You thought he wouldn’t?”

Lou laughed. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“He was just out of cell range for a while. See, here.” Maria pulled up some pictures he sent of where he camped in the northern Cascades. It looked so beautiful and wild. Maria kept thinking about this one photo he took from a summit, an expanse of pine forest for as far as the eye could see, and she never imagined anywhere could be so uninhabited. It seemed scary, to be honest. He was so brave.

But Lou was more of a city girl, and she didn’t appreciate the appeal. She smirked. “Nice rocks, they look very mountainous.”

“You think he’s a bad influence on me?”

“He’s definitely some kind of influence,” Lou said. “It’s just, so, he ran off to follow his dreams? What about your dreams? Don’t just sit around pining for him.”

“I’m not pining, this is just my face.” Maria shrugged. “My dreams? I don’t know, should I start knitting? Scarves can’t be that hard, they’re just like rectangles, right? I’ll open an Etsy shop. Do you like that dream for me?”

“God, that would be a very sad shop.”

Maria never considered what her dreams were supposed to be. She thought she had that figured out once. She married a military man, and she was going to be a wife and mother. She’d already decided to give up her music. When that didn’t pan out, next she dreamed of Jordan, her elusive and charming friend, her sweetheart, but that didn’t pan out like she thought, either. Now what?

She pined for Jordan, yes, but she also pined for his bravery, that he was trying to know himself so deeply, that he actually went out and did it. She was proud of him. She was inspired by him.

“Well, whatever you do,” Lou said, “don’t throw away your whole life to follow this one, too.”

“I was supposed to be a military wife,” Maria said. “Maybe following a man around is the one thing I’m actually built to do.”

Lou sighed and shook her head. “But look at how that turned out for you.”

Lou never really loved Joseph much, either, or the idea of her sister ditching her orchestral aspirations to get married and then soon widowed at the tender age of twenty-two. It was an old wound at this point, but still, an actual husband dead wasn’t something to joke about. The thing was, Maria was pretty sure her sister wasn’t joking.

“Rude, Lou,” Maria said. “You’re just a mean old lesbian who hates men.”

Lou chuckled. “I am a mean old lesbian, but I don’t hate men. I love Leo.”

“That doesn’t count, he’s your brother.”

“And he’s not much of a man,” Lou said.

They both had a little giggle at their brother’s expense. “Okay, this calls for a girls’ night,” Lou announced. “Let me know what nights you have off. We’ll do it at my place so JoJo can crash. Not too many people—Jaime, Jessica, Laney, some girls from work. We’ll get smashed and watch dumb horror movies and play cards.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you know,” Maria said. Then she called out to Johanna, “Bedtime, little monkey. Come say goodnight.”

Johanna gave her aunt a hug and ran upstairs to wait for her bedtime stories, which meant playing with every toy in her bedroom and leaving them all sprawled across the floor before her mother got there to read.

“You’re going to show me more pictures, aren’t you?”

“Just a couple more,” Maria said.

“Okay, go on then.”

Maria scrolled through a few more of Jordan’s photos. A selfie on the edge of a cliff. A fish he caught. “There was only one fish, he’s very bad at fishing.” A stew he made from mushrooms he foraged. Several shots of campfires. The murky mountain lake where he swam. “And he got a leech on his ankle. Oh my god, I would have actually died!”

“How many pictures did he send you?”

“I don’t know, like a hundred or something,” Maria said. “Oh, and he got another tattoo. It’s hot, right? Well, you probably don’t think it’s hot. But trust me, it’s hot.”

“You’re a complete lost cause, you know that?”

Maria grinned. “Goodnight.”

— from “boxes and squares #3: what dreams?” (8/8)

story notes:

So we only just met Lou properly, even though she’s been mentioned several times as “Maria’s sister” in the stories. She doesn’t have a profile page made yet on the blog (although there was that short OC bio), so I’ll fill in just a few gaps about her. She’s a logic type, a lawyer, she’s opinionated, independent, and no, she doesn’t have much fondness for many men she meets, except her baby brother. She cares about her family, and she does look out for her siblings in her ways. But besides that, she is rather detached and a little cold. Not mean, exactly, but definitely blunt. I don’t think that’s because of any trauma or anything, it’s just who she is and how she prefers to operate. Sometimes that bluntness hits Maria a little hard, because Maria is much softer. But I think there’s a lot of genuine caring there. I’m very much looking forward to exploring their sisterly relationship as we go forward.  

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[odditycircus-2002]

Jeepers Creepers: unexpected turn of events

So I noticed how really there's not enough of these stories, but I'm gonna change that with this! Meet Corbin, a close friend of the Jenner siblings. She's just coming with Darry and Trisha because she has nothing better to do over the break; however, what she wasn't expecting was a man-eating monster chasing them in a cat and mouse game for survival. Won't spoil much but know this, there's more to Corbin than meets the eye. Oh, and there will be gore 'cause hey! Man-eating monster. I do not own Jeepers Creepers, that goes to Victor Salva (FUCK THAT GUY). This is a none-profit story meant for fun. Obviously, spoilers if you haven't seen the movie. I hope you enjoy it, and let me know your thoughts.

PROLOGUE:

"No no no no NO! " 

Hissed a figure looking again at the tarot cards, her mother gave her a long time ago which she keeps in mint condition. Sure, her mother used them during her time as a game for a few coins, but she had no idea at the time that when done right, they could be used for more. Even though she herself doesn't use them often anymore, but it has been a while and she thought, 

'Why not?'

 So she then set up the cards and turned the lights off after lighting some candles. That may not really be necessary for her to do, but she just loves the mood its soft orange glow that it gives off. She wasn't expecting anything, not really, but now staring at the order the cards are in with skeleton in the cloak looking like it's mocking her future misfortune as it seems ready to reap the card next to it. The 10  of pentacles.

"SHIT! Not again please! I can't lose another one."

She hissed again, scratching at the coffee table, leaving deep grooves in the wood.

' This couldn't be, right? Maybe I'm just rusty? It has been a while since I've used them.'

She thought to herself desperately looking at the cards again, hoping maybe she's just seeing things; Unfortunately, her eyes aren't deceiving her.

One of them is going to die.

"Oh, Mama. What can I do to prevent this?"

The dark figure begs, with her hands rubbing down her face. A seemingly strange breeze blew through the figure's apartment slightly open window; scattering some tarot cards. The woman picks the cards up again, and turned one over for a card she wished, she would just throw away. 

The card of lovers.

"What do you mean by this?"

The figure asked, not really expecting an answer. What she wouldn't give to feel her warm embrace once more. For the elderly woman who nursed her unwanted surrogate child as a babe, to run her wrinkled hands through her hair as she calmly assures her everything will be alright. Even after all these long years, she still yearns for that familial love and comfort when everything else around her falls to pieces. Yet, some would contradict that want for all the inhumane crimes she's committed.

They were justified in their own sense, for how many mothers has she taken as well? How many children has she's left as orphans in order to extend her own life? It wasn't anything out of spite or malicious intent...mostly. Still, the instinct is too strong to ignore. No matter if how much or how long she tries to put them off and ignore them altogether, she couldn't ignore her body's demands when it gnaws at her strength; yet, that doesn't ease her feelings of guilt or remorse either. 

She clutches her necklace that was a gift from her mama, rubbing her thumb over the swirls designed into the metal.

" Well, it's like you always told me, everything happens for a reason."

She then sighs and starts putting her cards away not really needing to use the light, for she's accustomed to her surroundings. 

' I just hope you're right.'

She thought to herself, retiring for the night. Not worried she'll wake anyone since she's the only living soul in her current dwelling place. It's not home, but it suits well when needing to hang her hat somewhere. 

She doesn't mind this since tomorrow she's traveling with two of her closest friends. She can keep the loneliness at bay until then. 

Hey Guys! I hope you'll enjoy this! I don't know too much about tarot cards, just what I can gather online and from a friend. Don't worry, you'll get to know who she is. Heh, pronoun game ;) Also, you can find the rest of this story on Wattpad under the user name, JazzyHands02. Stay Weird, my fellow humans.

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[naughtygirl286]

Our Recent trip to Halifax

So yup we went on our weekend away this past weekend we left early Friday morning sadly I didn't take a pic at our usual gas stop reason being I was asleep lol I was up late Thursday night so I was napping on the drive up. So we got there around 10-10:30am I think so we went and had a lil bit to eat being we didn't have breakfast before leaving home after that we went and did a lil bit of looking around before checking into the hotel we didn't stay at the usual spot but somewhere new and different it was owned by the same company tho. It looked a bit shabby on the outside like the building needs some work but when we went in and up the the room the room was really nice! I would have to say I was impressed by it. We stayed in for a lil bit before heading back out and went and visited some friends and spent the evening over with them which ended a really nice Friday

So Saturday we went and did alot of looking around and some shopping and visited all the usual places apparently they are opening a Hot Topic in the Halifax Shopping center later on this month which will be cool We'll have to go in the next time we're there we also go in to the one when we go to Moncton also of course we went to Toys R Us but I made that a separate post and we went to GameStops and pretty much everywhere we did do some pick-ups but not to much being it was still somewhat after Easter some places still seemed a bit picked over. but we did have a great and fun Saturday morning/afternoon. As for supper we of course decided to try to go to the Casino to have the all you can eat buffet I was a bit apprehensive (I think would be a good word) about them being total dicks to me and throwing me out or attempt to throw me out for no real reason and I just didn't want the hassle! but we went to try it, we got dressed up kinda nice and found a great parking space and we went in I stuck extremely close to the person I was with I didn't want them to be out of my sight and vice versa so we go up to a security podium there. and showed our Membership card and… The security guard just waved us through!!

I was like shocked and kinda relieved to the point that once we got past the entrance way and actually on to the Casino floor I was like "We made it, past the the front desk with out any problems!!" and with that we went to the dinning area and got into the Buffet area now we did have an amazing meal I loved it so much and was totally stuffed afterwards but while there I did have an interesting exchange with one of the buffet workers which getting my food one of the workers noticed my green Tomb Raider necklace and he asks me if I was a fan of Tomb Raider? and I was like Yes! and then he asks if I was a fan of the movies or the games? and I of course say Both! Then he asks me a strange question "Have you played the other Tom Clancy Games?" and I give him a strange look and say "No..?" and he has a shocked look on his face and I say "Tomb Raider is not a Tom Clancy Game" and he reassures me that it is and I say "No, no its not" and walk away back to our table. so this kinda bugged me a bit the rest of the night and all the way home so when I got home I wanted to see what the hell he was talking about so I googled "tom clancy tomb raider" as I said Tomb Raider isn't a Tom Clancy IP it was a lil Mission thing in the Ghost Recon Breakpoint games its basically an Easter egg treasure hunt themed after the Tomb Raider franchise in celebration of the franchise's 25th anniversary. So it was a promotional thing no different then what they did in Final Fantasy Brave Exvius, Brawlhalla, Fortnite,ect.

So as we do when ever we leave Halifax we got to Costco. We bring our insulated bags with us cause we'll pick up some frozen foods and all kinds of stuff for the house. So we do our shopping and we get to the check out and the woman asks for the Membership card so I give it to her and she looks at the picture on the back and looks at me and says "this is not you" and I look at her kinda strangely I'm like "yeah I know, its them" (the person I'm with,the person behind me) and she tells me "I'm sorry you can't hand me someone else's Membership card" which I think is totally stupid the owner of the card is right there we're obviously there together so I'm like "are you you serious?" and she is like "Yes, So what would you like me to do?" and I'm like "I would like you to ring this stuff in, so we can pay for it and go" and she says "I'm sorry I can't do that its against store policy" and hands me the card back. So the person I'm with and I look at each other kinda dumbfounded being that this has never happened before and I hand them the card and then they hand it back to the woman at the register and she scans it then hands it back to them which in turn they hand it back to me and I put it back in my wallet and while I'm doing that she is ringing in the stuff!! I feel that this was one of the most asinine things ever. When it came time to pay I was surprised she didn't kick up a fuss about store policy when I pulled a debit card out of my wallet to pay for the stuff. I feel like this was just to waist time because like I said this never happened any other time we were in there.

but all in all we had a good time! it was nice to get away for the weekend and there is no doubt we'll be back to Halifax again probably during vacation time this summer if not before.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My sister insists on playing like three or four different boardgames every time the family visits, and tonight we're all tired and burned out after a full day of festivities. She is being passive agressive, saying "somebody should choose a game..."

"Okay, what fo you want to play?"

"I dunno, somebody else choose something. Pick something good."

"What kind of game?"

"I don't care. You pick. Go into my game closet and pick."

"You're not gonna like the game I pick."

"Yes I will! Why would you even say that?"

"I know for a fact you're not gonna want to play the game I choose."

"I will play whatever you want. It's MY game closet, I wouldn't have them if I didn't want yo play them."

I pick Joking Hazard, the Cyanide and Happiness comic game. She IMMEDIATELY shits on it, "nobody wants to play that! Why would you pick that?!?"

For once, my mom comes to my defense, "you JUST said you'd play whatever he chose."

"No, I said he could pick, but... Well, nobody wants to play that. It's not appropriate for mom."

I tell her "we've played it with mom before!"

"I don't really feel like playing this, but if nobody else is gonna pick something..."

Nobody says anything.

"Okay," I say, "we're playing this then."

My sister rolls her eyes and starts scrolling on her phone. I start reading the instructions to refresh, and she says "you don't even know how to play! Nobody wants to learn on the spot," even though 9 times out of 10 she chooses some $100 Eurogame she saw on booktok/booktube (boardgametok/bardgametube?) that only she has ever played to gaurantee she'll win the first three rounds and then change to a different game once the rest of us start picking up the rules.

So my sister vetoed my decision, nobody else wants to pick anything, but everybody wants to play SOMETHING, so she's acting like I'm the bad guy for ruining game night again. My mom ended up picking the Blockbuster party game, which is a team game but there's 5 of us, so take a wild guess who's the odd man out!

My mom tried to play peacemaker by saying I could be on her team, but my sister said that wouldn't be fair because I know too much about movies. So I "offered" to sit this one out, which is what my sister wanted, and mom made a big stink about how I should be a "floater," playing for both teams, and I had to insist on sitting out so my sister wouldn't throw a hissy fit and say she didn't want to play this game either.

Now they're playing Blockbuster, which is about guessing titles, quoting movies, and acting out scenes, and none of them have ever seen anything but disney cartoons and big budget popcorn movies, so they're skipping cards they don't know, breaking rules and making up their own on the fly, just doing whatever they want and having an absolute blast. Whenever I chime in to help one side or the other, my sister says I'm cheating and starts the round over again, even though they're ALL cheating. They're going off the rails, but she only calls ME on it when I try to join in because they're all laughing and joking at the table while I'm the red-headed stepchild sitting alone on the couch.

I hate her so much, but I'm not allowed to say it.

I've committed the cardinal sin of beating my older sister at a boardgame on Christmas. 35 dead, 127 injured.

[italoniponic]

May i request the first year gang trying to confess to an super oblivious reader? As hcs if thats okay (^-^)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Lucky you, I was finishing reading this wholesome fluffy shoujo manga some weeks ago (obviously with this type of drama) and oh God, I really don’t know if I should throw hands at oblivious reader (I may be one myself irl) or cheer more on the boys to make the reader understand their feelings finally. Well, let’s see what happens! 

The colored 12th hc is an ending where the Oblivious Reader strikes again! So if you want to pretend everything got right, just pass through it~ Thanks for the request! |

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt x g!n super oblivious reader 

fluff / overall comedy / crush shenanigans / double ending / use of “you” pronouns 

Warning!: no offense to the requester, but I made the reader seriously stupid so proceed with caution.

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

I Love You, Don't You Get It?

“Okay, here we come. I love you!,” Ace said at once. You were at the door of the Ramshackle, it was late afternoon and Ace had said he wanted to do one last thing before the day was over. It was very important to him. After so many weeks corroding himself with this feelings, Ace wanted to confess himself to you;

And... you laughed. It was the first indication that you hadn't quite understood what he said. “I love you too, silly. I know you're not much of a feelings-guy but the others will be happy to know that you appreciate them too!,” you advised, thinking Ace was just meaning he liked you all more than he'd like to admit;

Which is kind of true but it's not the truth he was actually dealing with! Have you really not noticed all this time? The looks that Ace directs at you, the jokes and teasing that imply how much he wants to go out with you, the way he defends you from the bullies out there, the way Ace stays close to you at any opportunity;

But it's a lot harder than it sounds. You understood all this as Ace wanting to be more your friend and compensate for his past mistakes, no other intention. And that was kind of a reality before Ace started falling for you. Before it was more like he wanted to have your trust, but now the game has changed;

And you don't know the rules. It was frustrating like playing solitaire with someone who is used to chess. Ace knows you have just good intentions in interpreting him in another way — Heavens, it's one of the things he likes about you! But he dies a little inside every time you laugh and think he's not being serious;

Perhaps this is the karma of being “the group’s clown” that Deuce talked about so much. Ace’s fame had reached a point where you would need more than simple words to understand that he was not joking about any of this. His feelings are real, concrete... and you are looking at him as just your funny friend;

Given this, Ace tries to be a little clearer and more insistent. He gives you a red rose whenever he can, he tries to call you to go to the movies and watch a clearly romantic movie even if it makes his stomach turn a little, all the magic tricks he does end with you having an Ace of Hearts in your hands with your name in the Heart suit;

And you understand all of this just as well as Heartslabyul students understand their dorm rules. You think Ace is giving you flowers to adorn the Ramshackle. You’re loving to discover this world's most famous movies. And the card of Hearts corresponding to Ace at the end of each magical trick? Wow, he has a very interesting signature to end the show!;

Ace's pillow is almost featherless with how much he strangles it and throws around the poor thing to take out his own frustration. Deuce has already prepared the burial for the pillow and the geese’s feathers who have done their best to try to make Ace have better dreams. But he is getting desperate and impatient. It would be easier to throw a table in your face with both your initials carved on it;

Well, ridiculous situations require even more infamous solutions. If saying it clearly and directly makes you confused, maybe if Ace left the statement complicated you would understand better. That's the strangest logic he could come up with but it was worth a try. With Cater’s help, Ace puts together a whole journey of puzzles for you. You’ve walked the entire school until you reached the main street where it all began;

“The person who loves you the most in the world is the one who brings trouble with the wind,” you read to the statue of the Queen of Hearts. Said and done, a gust of wind came from nowhere and took the paper out of your hands. Ace appeared beside you, winking. “Woke up from your dream, love of my life?”

“Ace...! I don't get it. I'm already awake,” you replied, laughing then. You really want to give him a heart attack, huh?

“I… I l-love you! I said it!,” Deuce confessed. It had been easier than he thought, but at the same time, it required more courage than planned. It was like guessing up a question in the history test... and as always happened, Deuce had got it wrong. You stared at him for a moment with a confused look, until you finally revealed what you felt;

“I love you too, Deuce. You are the best of the best friends I have ever had!,” you replied, smiling. It was Deuce's turn to not understand what you said. Your words were positive but what did they mean? Were you still friends? Were they already dating? Was everything still as before or did something move out of place? What a mess;

But since nothing out of the ordinary was announced, Deuce could only come to the conclusion that his love confession went in through one ear and out the other. You didn’t notice anything and understood everything wrong. He couldn't tell if that was better or worse than a rejection. At least you two are still best friends;

Since Deuce has never had many real friends, this statement was good for him but maybe it's more because he doesn't understand much about romance. Ace filled his ears about how he should do something before he was forever stuck in the Friendzoneland and things starts to really get worrisome;

At first, Deuce tried to carry on doing things normally — although the degree of his nervousness at your side hasn’t diminished a bit. He helped you the most in class, sat right next to you in the cafeteria and assured you that you can come to him at any time to ask for help with anything;

A short time later, he decides to help you with more things, especially after picking up some books and movies to consult and have as a basis. So when it rains, Deuce takes off his blazer for you to walk over the puddles and also offers for the two of you to take a walk with Grim and some flamingos from Heartslabyul. Old romance movies, you should imagine — but you didn't;

The new plan is to try to cook you something romantic and that makes Deuce's feelings very explicit, so he asked Trey for help in this situation. The plan was to bake several heart-shaped cookies but, Deuce didn't explained their purpose before you split them among the first-years; 

Love is a pain and loving definitely sucks at times, but Deuce doesn't want to let himself get easily knocked down by such a thing. Even if it's hard or takes years, he won't give up on making you understand how he feels;

You watched one of the romantic movies that Deuce rented at the Ramshackle — unfortunately with the whole group. Deuce tried to put his arm around your shoulder but your response to that was to surround him and Ace with your arms in the middle of that deep emotional scene. Luck isn't on his side yet but watching the finale gave him an idea;

Classes were over and Deuce asked you to wait near the statue hall on the main street. Sometime later, he showed up with a dark blue Magical Wheel to hang out with you — he had convinced (unknowingly using force) some Ignihyde students to let him be the test pilot the other day — and you two practically flew school out;

Wind in your hair, you couldn't help but remember the final scene of the movie you saw where the main couple rode off on a motorcycle into the sunset with romantic music playing in the background. And on the radio, he played the exact same song. You made a stop in a high part of the island, where you could see both the school and the sea. Deuce whispered in your ear, “I want to feel the love of those two with you, really.”

“Deuce, did you... take me to a hill just to ask to watch the movie again?,” you asked. Deuce didn't know what to answer so he just agreed.

“I’m not the best with words but… the thing is: I love you,” Jack confessed. It was noon, lunchtime and Jack found a way to have a moment alone with you in the garden. It was a point very close to the trees that guaranteed privacy and quietness. He had prepared your favorite food to symbolize how much you mattered to him;

“Aw, Jack, I'm glad to see you taking the time to express how much you love your friends. Will you do the same for others?,” you asked, not really understanding that it was all a love confession. Jack made some excuse and let you eat the food, wondering where he went wrong;

He spent a good deal of time on the walk back to classes and on the return to the dorm in this numb state, a simple funeral mood. On the way, Ruggie tried to warn him of a book flying in his direction — the guys in the dorm were playing games — and Jack didn't even feel anything. Everyone decided to leave him quiet in his corner;

All his life Jack has heard that even if a person does some actions, words are a perfect complement to them. One is not mutually exclusive to the other and just as he did good things, he might also be able to say beautiful things. And declaring your love to someone is the greatest gesture in the world, the most powerful words too. And you understood absolutely nothing!;

Past the initial shock, Jack found himself thinking what would really make you understand that he likes you. Deeply and sincerely. He tried to be as clear as possible with you and even then, the meanings of the words flew through your head without you understanding the real meaning of them. Yes, we’re back again to express ourselves with concrete actions and gestures;

Talking about it with Ruggie, Jack found himself faced with an interesting idea — which, in fact, was a joke that he took more seriously than he should have. What if Jack acted like a husband to you? It was very characteristic behavior and would not fail to make you at least question the reasons of why he was acting this way;

At first, Jack felt kind of weird because it looked so much like he was trying to imitate his dad and failing miserably at it. Jack would hold your books, carry your groceries, help you fix Ramshackle’s problems, and even say “I'll see you later, I love you” when you go to class, which always scared the others;

Jack also wrote some letters to you, which are more like notes because he cutted out half the text before he’s convinced that’s good enough. It was made on a simple but clean paper, which you ended up collecting over the weeks. You don't understand why he's delivering them to you but you find it funny;

On a particularly exhausting day, Jack allowed you to stroke his fur. A permission that you knew was important but not exactly for what. He noticed your confusion but he didn't interrupt you at any point. When you came to scratch his ear, those insignificant worries were gone;

Since certain things need to be said one way or another, Jack has prepared to declare himself again to you. You agreed to eat something at the dinner Ramshackle and he prepared a special decoration of a siamese cactus — two small stems were together on the same base, like a couple — to stand on the table between you;

“I've said it before and I'll say it again as many times as I have to. I love you,” Jack said. It was out of nowhere but you didn't mind stopping to listen to him. You two were near the window and the reflection of the moon made Jack's eyes shine, although they always have that glow when he is staring at you.

“I love you too, buddy!,” you replied. Jack sighed. Not to act like a angsty sixteen year old but... oh, life sucks.

“What I really want to say is I love you,” Epel concluded. Simple, passionate, his way. Night had come and alongside it, Epel with an apple carved with your initials. That apple was supposed to be his heart which he gave to you. And that’s because he said he wasn’t that much of a romantic guy;

You took this as a very cute and caring way for Epel to say that you both were great friends and he enjoyed your company. “You are very cute. Please, never change!,” you said, hugging him. Epel stared into the void, confused and frustrated. Such a perfect plan, a delicious apple and thoughtful words so that you don’t understand one darn of his intentions;

It was almost like you telling him to his face that he wasn't a man! You were saying that...? No, you weren't. Epel was just frustrated that nothing had worked out and that he still had some stupid obligatory evening skin cleanse to do after that. What a terrible night! But he wouldn't give up so easily;

So Epel rolled up his sleeves and prepared to really fight for you. Even though people often interpret Epel's manner as that of a shy boy, he just doesn't have much confidence in himself yet to act completely cool, like Leona for example. However, if you haven't noticed that he likes you, he needs to do whatever it takes to change your perception;

And being as direct as possible can be the solution! Meemaw Felmier said that the fastest way to cut down a tree is to throw the ax at the base with all your strength and have precise and direct movements. Epel applied this knowledge in the form of offering to carry all your things or even yourself when you are tired of walking;

Epel even sets out to fight some horde of students to get the lunch you want. He also delivers you various flowers that he finds in Pomefiore and apples carved with hearts, images of lovers and other figures that look like they came out of a Valentine's day store. Is it direct enough? Is it obvious enough?;

In your eyes, Epel seems to act like a Jack that speaks what comes to his mind — a compliment that has managed to motivate him to try harder. It got to the point where Epel started trying to flirt with you. Only the most creative countryside pick-up lines for his “sweet apple pie”, although using the nickname that his grandpa uses for his grandma makes him crawl on his insides;

Epel’s entire courtship is of a typical Harveston boy with good intentions and who wants to impress both his beloved and their parents — in this case, your friends who have begun to serve as a jury for these things. Epel also prepared meals that are normally served for two… only to see you split them with Grim;

As the situation wasn’t getting out of place, Epel was forced to seek help from Rook. He was so desperate that the idea of Rook launching an arrow at Ramshackle with a simple “Epel loves you” didn't seem so bad. It was only cut because Jack didn't think it was very safe;

Finally, the ultimate attempt. Again, it was night and Epel called you to Ramshackle’s entrance. To your infinite surprise, he was riding a white horse when he entered the garden. In his hands, a platter with a fragrant apple pie made with all the care in the world. Manly and princely to the extreme!;

With skill, Epel got off the horse without unbalancing the pie plate and stood in front of you. He had rehearsed with Rook several things to say to you but, in the end, being himself would be the best way out. Because you always liked him the way he is. “You don't have to dream of the day your prince will come. You already have a man who loves you right here.”

“Where?,” you asked, looking around. Good Heavens. You really want Epel to break this pie on your head, I'll tell you what! 

“For all that is sacred, my love for you is eternal,” Sebek proclaimed. He had done everything according to the fae customs, especially of the Zigvolt family. He brought you a small bouquet of rosemary and dark red carnations, symbolizing love and affection between lovers, and knelt before you;

Perhaps because it was Sebek who called you at the breaking dawn, you were surprised to hear his voice making a proclamation in a normal tone. Still strong and imposing but that didn't make your ears bleed. He looked magnificent like a knight. The bouquet in his hands was adorable, just like the sparkle in his eyes;

“But why did you call me this hour just to give me flowers, Sebek? Ah...!,” Sebek fidgeted when it seemed that you had understood. “Is this your way of establishing our friendship? Wow! Awesome! I've never seen anything like it!” A terrible time for you to admire the customs of fairies;

A terrible, damned hour for the nerves of poor Sebek who returned to Diasomnia as if he had fallen off his horse. He had that sad, confused look of someone who hasn't fully processed the tumble he took. When Lilia offered him the jar of liquor sweets and he accepted, Silver knew immediately that many things went wrong;

It was with great cost and patience that Lilia made Sebek understand that you simply didn’t understand what he meant and it was no “human way” to disregard and make fun of the courtship between faes. Not that realizing your obliviousness cheered Sebek up. He had prepared everything with care and wanted it to work out… and it didn’t;

But a guard who serves the great Malleus Draconia does not cower at a failed attempt! So Sebek pulled himself together and prepared to try as many times as he had to. For days, Sebek did his best to declare his love to you. As you have never seen before, he was docile and attentive;

It was like keeping up with those moments after a storm, where the rain starts to get weak and the thunders calm down. Delicate and careful, as if dealing with Young Master himself, Sebek wrote letters and more letters detailing your qualities and achievements in his life, the joy you brought him and the dreams he planned for you two;

Sebek cleaned the entire Ramshackle and filled the building with flowers and lights, which you received as a big action of care among good friends. Favor. But it wasn't just a favor! Why didn't you notice?!; 

He then began to talk more about his parents and to Sebek’s own surprise, he understood his mother better at that moment. So that's what it was like to fall madly in love with someone? Even having an unparalleled patience for this loved one’s obliviousness? Mr. Zigvolt was just like you, according to Mrs. Zigvolt’s stories; 

He was annoyed by this for a while but slowly came to understand his mother’s reasons and forgave his father. If he got everything right with you, he would have a lot to apologize for on the next vacation. Hearing about the Zigvolt's story interested you a lot, and you were happy to see Sebek start talking better about his own father. But you couldn't come up with a better explanation of why you were listening to all that;

Since it passed a lot of time and Sebek thought he had tried everything, his patience began to falter — Silver wasn’t surprised by this. But everybody got surprised when Sebek took you by the shoulders in the middle of the hall and began to shake you, shouting: “With a thousand of spindles, nigen, I love you! I love everything about you! What part of it did you not understand, stupid?!”

[neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo]

Forbidden Life - Part 3

as usual, let me know your thoughts!

hope ya like it! lol i can't get over how random this is

3:17AM

You sit down at on a velvet couch that had opened up and take a swig of your water.

You were feeling a little dizzy, hoping the water would help to subside that.

You check your phone again. There was no text. Austin was most likely asleep and didn't see the text which means you'd be embarrassed once again.

"Hey girl" Tessa says, taking a seat next to you. She almost falls out of her seat, she's so drunk.

"Hi" you say softly.

"What's got you down in the dumps?" she asks, taking a gulp of her, what most likely must be, her 6th malibu bay breeze.

"I texted him" you say.

Her eyes widen and a smile forms on her face.

"What!? Let me see"

She snatches your phone out of your hand.

"He didn't answer? What a dick" she says, throwing the phone onto the couch.

You feel a little hurt knowing there was no response.

"Well, I guess we have our answer then" you say with a shrug.

Tessa takes another sip and her mouth drops. You follow her eyes to try and see what she's looking at.

"What?" you ask.

She continues to stare but slowly lifts her finger in the air.

You follow her finger to see Austin inside the club. He's looking around aimlessly.

"Oh my fucking god" you say, squeezing her arm.

"He came! Which means....You're going to come!" Tessa says.

You slap her and look back over at him. He's still looking around for you.

"I can't believe he's here. Jesus Christ what did I do?!" you say, frantically.

Tessa stands up and pulls you up with her.

"You did exactly what you needed to do...now go" she says and pushes you.

You stumble forward a bit and turn around to glare at her.

You look back and Austin is standing a couple feet away. His eyes finally fall on you.

He was wearing the same clothes from earlier. It was as if time hadn't passed.

"Hi" he says with a stoic expression.

"Hi" you say nervously. God, this was awkward.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You nod, "I'm okay, yes. Um....thank you for coming"

He shrugs and looks down at his phone.

"Well, you said you needed a ride because your friend ditched you. I didn't want to leave you hanging" he says.

You nod and look back at the VIP section. Tessa was gone.

"Would you like a drink?" you ask.

He looks around at the crowds of people dancing and drinking.

"Sure...I guess I could have one" he says.

Austin follows you back into the VIP section and he orders a gin and tonic at the bar.

You take a seat on the velvet couch and he sits beside you.

"This place is pretty cool" he says. "But I feel like I'm probably the oldest one here"

You giggle, "You're only 31, you're not on your death bed"

He laughs and takes a sip of his drink.

"Feels like I am"

You weren't sure what he meant by that statement. Was he unhappy in life? You wonder to yourself..

"I just want to apologize again for before" you begin.

Austin shakes his head. "Let's just pretend it didn't happen...okay?"

You look up at him and nod slowly. You knew he was trying his hardest not to succumb to his feelings for you.

Austin takes another sip of his drink and sets it down on the table in front of you.

"I'm surprised you even came" you say, swirling your straw in your glass.

"Why?" he asks.

You shrug, "Because, you came all the way back here for me....after well, you know"

Austin sets his drink down on the table in front of both of you.

"Like I said before, I came back because I wanted to make sure you got home safely. I care about you, [Y/N]"

Hearing him say that made you melt.

"I care about you, too" you say, not taking your eyes off of him.

There's an awkward silence until you stand.

"I'm going to close my tab and then we can head out if you want"

Austin nods.

You head back over to the bar and ask "Bartender Austin" for your card.

"Leaving already? We didn't even get to meet"

You look up next to you and a handsome man with thick framed glasses and perfectly done blonde hair is staring at you. He had brown eyes and a beautiful movie star smile on his face.

"Me?" you ask.

The guy nods.

"I'm Harrison. I saw you earlier but you were talking to your chatty friend. I didn't want to intrude" he says with a giggle.

You laugh, "Yeah, she sure is a chatterbox but you should have intrude...I would have wanted you to"

This man is sexy. There's something very smart and intelligent about him that felt attractive to you.

You take a quick glance over and Austin is staring at you both. You look back and notice that "Bartender Austin" dropped the check in front of you.

"Would you like a drink before you go?" Harrison asks.

You smile as you sign your name on the receipt and push it towards the edge of the bar.

"You're so sweet but I have to go"

Harrison gives you a smirk and places a hand on your back.

"Oh come on, just one? What about half?" he asks.

You look down and giggle.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

You turn and Austin is standing right in front of you holding your purse in his hand.

Harrison looks at Austin with a confused look.

"Cars here, baby. We got to go" Austin says, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

You turn back to Harrison and wave.

Austin lets go of your hand and walks out of the club. You follow him out onto the street.

"What was that?" you ask.

Austin grabs your hand and pulls you into an alley next to the club.

"Why were you flirting with that guy?" he asks. You're pushed up against the red brick wall.

"Does that bother you?" you ask, looking down at his lips.

Austin grabs your chin and you look into his eyes.

"You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that?"

You look down at his crotch and then slowly back up to his eyes.

"Do I? I thought you didn't want me?" you say.

Austin places a hand on the brick wall above your head and lets out a giant sigh.

"Of course, it fucking bothers me you're flirting with another guy. Fuck [Y/N], you know I want you" he says. You could tell by looking at him he was hesitant at what to do, at what he was thinking and what he was feeling.

You lick your lips and look down at his. They look so soft and supple.

"So have me" you whisper.