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silvers-not-home · 3 months ago

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my lame fucking autistic rambling

here's my massive stupid autistic rant about life series characters and my head canons for them

literally everything i'm thinking about is going on here im not even processing it im just typing sorry for any typos there will be many😭

this is also for my two (2) mutuals who i care for very deeply kiss kiss hug hug <3 /p /gen

okay it's the morning so i'm gonna continue this thumbs up emoji

starting off strong with mr grian minecraft himself (oh wow what a surprise /s)

he tried piercing his own nose in highschool. like. he was THE teenage dirtbag. sneaking out, drinking, smoking, shitty garage band that got nowhere (yes the bad boys was a garage band you c ant change my mind), mcr, pierce the veil, paramore, sexuality and gender crisis, "i know a guy", shoplifting, skipping class, you name it be probably did it with jimmy and joel during freshmen-sophomore year

pearl is his sister, jimmy and lizzie are his cousins (older cousins i should specify. him and pearl are twins but she's the older twin) and they went to the same high school. he met joel through lizzie and jimmy and joel and grian all clicked instantly

joel would stay at jimmy and grians place so much to the point it was like a second home to him and they would all hang out in the basement. joel stayed with his grandparents and helped them out a lot but they passed while he was in his bad boys phase and so he just stayed at grians place a whole lot during his depression (don't worry he's fine now just a little fucked up but they all are)

grian and pearls parents were kinda really shitty (yes i'm also counting yhs lore fuck uou) his whole life and so they got taken by cps and they lived with jimmy and lizzie's parents. and they were much better until he went to japan and all that shit happened (iykyk)

sam made him really realize that like. "oh my fucking god i'm gay. and it's for a damn sociopath. fuck." (that's like half canon)

he and taurtis DID hook up every tuesday thumbs up emoji

his wings didn't start growing in until AFTER senior year (so post japan/yhs incident)

the yhs holds a ceremony thingy for all the people that passed during all that shit and he goes every year and still has rowens glasses and ran into taurtis one year and it was awkward as HELLL but like. it wasn't an awful experience neither of them knew what to say. especially taurtks is bc by then grians wings had already fully grown in and his ass DID NOT recognize him💀

oh yeah also the four of the cousins are all winged animals so grians a parrot, pearl is a moth but like she's one of the super fluffy one (i forgot what they're called), jimmy is a canary (for obvious reasons), and lizzie is a flamingo because. fuck it (also half canary too it's from their mom) but she doesn't have as many features as the others

they all grow feathers (except for pearl) when they're stressed or feel a heightened emotion and have the little winged ears. they still do have actual ears but they grew in behind they're human ears and pearl has the little antennae things on top of her head. lizzie's kind of blends into her hair since yk. pink on pink and they're more folded then fanned out(?) if that makes sense?😭

jimmy was an early bloomer while grian was a late bloomer (i'm talking about wing/feather wise)

also some little sexuality/gender headcanons those are always fun :3

grians definitely trans masc and mlm (he/him anything else gives him dysphoria)

jimmy is THE bisexual demiboy icon (he/they)

lizzie is also bisexual (she/they)

pearl is a NONBINARY LESBIANNNN SHOUT OHT YO ALL MY NONBINARY LESBIANS WOOOO (she also uses any pronouns that would be considered feminine/androgynous or basically just. anything other then he/him/anything masculine)

mumbo is ace and omni (they/he)

scar is pan and a demiboy (all pronouns. like seriously he's collecting them like pokémon cards)

tango is bi and TRANSMASC WOOOO SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY TRANSMASC PEOPLE OUT THERE (he/they/flame)

martyn is transmasc and unlabeled. he doesn't want one/or thinks any is fit for him but is on the aspec (he/him)

scott is just. gay. goddamn fa- (he/him)

also just thought abt something grian jimmy and joel all had matching (infected and now faded) stick and poke tattoos that read "bad boys, today, tomorrow and yesterday" but that last part is faded completely since they ran out of pen ink halfway through and jimmys mom came home and they didn't wanna get in trouble (also yes their tattoos are in the same spot as each others it's on the right side of their chest) and let me TELL YOU. lizzie makes fun of joel TO THIS DAY about that tattoo and she likes to trace the words with her finger sometimes when they're cuddling, humming their old songs (he hates it but she still thinks it's absolutely adorable)

grian and mumbo are middle school best friends and he knows everything that happened to grian when he was in japan

grian, scar and mumbo all went to the same high school and mumbo and scar tried making a baking club called (you're never gonna believe this) the buttercups but grian was supposedly "too cool for that fairy shit" but would hang out during lunch with them and go to the meetings and help buy the ingredients and also help bake with them for extra credit and so would jimmy and joel. for extra credit of course

tango, mumbo and impulse were all in the computer club and coding club in highschool. doc was their teacher and cub was the senior teachers assistant trying to get early college credit

jimmy had the FATTEST crush on tango while they were in high school (yes they all went to the same highschool shut up) and tried impressing him by "making" a robot (mumbo made it and gave him the remote and told him to push two single buttons) and he pushed them in the wrong order and it short circuited and it almost exploded. he got suspended for a month and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because tango said it was his and it was a project. he complemented "jimmys" robot and said it had nice coding and a bunch of other nerd /aff terms that didn't make ANY sense to jimmy (that was his way of confessing but jimmys too stupid /aff to understand it at the moment so tango thought he didn't like him back) and when jimmy was talking to grian and joel about it they were yelling at him about how "JIMMY YOU IDIOT HE LIKES YOU BACK" and "WHAT'D YOU SAY? YOU SAID YOU LIKED HIM TOO RIGHT?" to which he (of course) responded with

"NO?? I DONT SPEAK NERD JOEL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??"

also tango wears a feather jimmy gave to him as an earring and has kept that earring since they started going out which was like sophomore year or smth like that

they also had an exact conversation to joel before lizzie asked him out (and she also proposed too fight me)

i can go on for HOURS about those three but i'm gonna a do stuff about martyn now because. omg. he drives me CRAZY

also just realizing how most of these are just high school head canons. sorry (no i'm not)

everyone in school always thought that the bad boys were the mean bullies bc they wore leather jackets and studs and cuffs and blah blah blah but in reality they were just the dorky, socially anxious losers that were loud in class because they all adhd. not because they were asshole

martyn and scott were the ones you had to worry about (mostly scott actually but martyn would be a passive aggressive bully)

those little twits had an actual burn book. martyn. the almost loser that pierced his own ears, causing them to get infected but refused to take them out because he wanted to match with his fellow mean gill and wore anime shirts to sleep and doc martins (only because they had his name in it dont praise him he was a loser /aff) wrote "annoying dorks" in the burn book page dedicated to the bad boys. he had NO ROOM to talk and i find that hilarious bc him and jimmy were actually really close and he ate the page. yes. he ate the page in front of scott's face after an argument to prove a point and scott has never respected another person more in his life

i also felt like it was important that martyn and scott got voted prom king and queen

martyn LOVES necklaces, rings, bracelets. he has a matching necklace and/or bracelet with all his four (4) friends that consisted of scott and the bad boys. he still has them as an adult and holds onto the charm when he misses them which is all the time (i love martyn angst evil laugh)

ykw fuck it he still wears the necklaces and tucks them under his shirt, he asked everyone else if they still had theirs and it either broke or they lost it

EVERYOEN EXCEPT FOR JIMMY BC THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AND HE WEARS IT UNDER HIS SHIRT TOO FUCK YOU I LOVE THEM

and for anyone curious it was a dog bone that is split in half and it like one of those magnetic necklaces that you have to get uncomfortably close to eachother for it to work

okay that's enough for tonight bc i have things i need to do tomorrow and thumbs hurt and it threw in the morning and i've been typing for over an hour straight good night cleveland *proceeds to stay online for another hour*

#FUCK K FROGLT I HAVE TO TAG THIS GODDAMNIT #traffic series #trafficblr #trafficshipping #grian #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #tangotek #ldshadowlady #yhs??#i guess #headcanon #life series headcanon #what else is there #uhhhh #oh right #martyn inthelittlewood #scott smajor #whatever i'm gonna update this tmrw anyways

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kayharrisons · 13 days ago

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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

#alien romulus #alien #bjorn alien romulus #bjorn alien romulus x reader #bjorn x reader #kay harrison x reader #kay harrison x bjorn #bjorn x kay #kay harrison #kay harrison x reader x bjorn #bjorn x reader x kay harrison #bjorn x kay harrison

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snickerdoodlles · 1 year ago

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📚pls?

:D ❤

hope u all are ready for another WAREHOUSE AU

(*note: before anyone is sad about me not writing this one, it is because the aftermath portion of this particular plot bunny got shlorped into another one with a funnier premise that i've actually started writing, which left this one quite reduced. so. yeah.)

ONWARDS

my summary for this one in DMs was "AU where the tasers and chloroform reactions are accurate and Kim gets kissed before he can self-sabotage" so lets gooo;

Chay is awake in the warehouse

he is awake and HELLA CONFUSED and not having a good time at all (getting stomped on the chest????? fucking ow????????)

why the fuck did these jokers kidnap him from his perfect morning with his boyfriend what the FUCK

oh hi hia

WAIT WHY ARE YOU HERE HIA

what the fuck is going on

what the FUCK is happening

then Kim comes in, guns blazing, shoots a bunch of people for Chay, and is overall extremely hot while he gets him out of the warehouse

Kim: fuckfuckfuck fuckf uckf ufkcu fuck fuck fuckf uck Chay: *BEAMS* you're here! hello!!!

the second they're cleared, Chay loops his hands over Kim's neck and kisses the shit out of him

Kim: wait, i, uh, family, my mafia- no, not, i'm not, my brothers, my stupid cousin-- Chay: do you like me? did you come here to rescue me? Kim, brain still offline: obviously, but-- Chay: tell me later, kiss me NOW

because Chay is having an absolutely terrible day dammit. he's freaking out but trying to hold it together, he still doesn't know what the fuck is happening with Porsche, but his boyfriend is very, very hot riding to his rescue, so it's either Chay kisses him or Chay has a meltdown, so Chay is CLINGING to Kim and tackling him face first.

(Kim is. SO confused. why doesn't Chay hate him. he doesn't want to let go of Chay. he can't fathom why CHAY doesn't want to let go. he's three seconds from leaking a bunch of emotions all over the place and clinging Chay back trying to hold them in.)

then the warehouse explodes. fucking great.

the first thing Chay does is yell at Porsche for his life choices. he is still holding onto Kim. Kim is extremely scared for when that anger will turn onto him, but Chay is only yelling at Porsche. then at Kinn. then the guards. vents at Kim for a bit. then yells at Porsche and Kinn again. Kim is staring and clutching and failing madly at keeping his emotions in check.

because the thing is, Kim was never actually in a position where he owed Chay his secrets. not like this. but Porsche told him the stupidest lie and then left him alone for months, and is only telling Chay the truth now after he was drugged, kidnapped, beaten, and nearly shot and blown up. Chay's pissed. and while in canon, Chay was quietly angry at Porsche before storming off to deal with it, he has Kim here to act as an emotional rock in this mess instead of Only Porsche, and Chay has shit to say.

Kim: i know you're probably angry with me Chay: yeah sure a little bit but unlike SOMEBODY ELSE I COULD MENTION Porsche *flinches* Chay: you were actually around Porsche: *flinches harder* Kim: ... :o Kim: *hearteyes*

everyone leaves a little bit terrified of Chay. Porsche because he knows he fucked up. the guards because Chay is not helping the tension, but they're not allowed to threaten him to make him stop. Kinn most of all, because Chay hits him with the most deeply distrusting glare and

Chay: so you tried to kill your last boyfriend Kinn: ...yes Chay: and now you're dating my brother Kinn: .........yes Chay: *stares* Kinn: *flinches*

Kim is just. hearteyes all over the place. he's terrified Chay's going to let go. Chay never lets go. he doesn't understand what's happening here. their brothers manage to convince them to come to the compound to get checked over by the nurses there, which is how Chay meets Korn. the second Chay and Kim are alone, Chay declares Korn a creep and Kim just. ascends. Kim's gone from having a crisis over smiley eggs in the morning to composing a proposal song and planning their 10 year anniversary before midnight. it's a wild day for all of them.

this AU naturally ends in patricide, but that's the half of the plot got pushed into something angstier so...... ;)

[[ ask me about fics im not writing ]]

#kimchay #kinnporsche #ask game: fics im not writing #kp warehouse gives us so MUCH #and now i desperately need to return to work #UGH

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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Rovickie sounds a lot like 'Go, Vickie' and I will be chanting that when they become endgame. When Robin and Vickie share a celebratory kiss, I imagine Steve starts to chant 'go Vickie' and then Eddie joins in with a dance routine to match. Vickie starts giggling.

"Oh god," Robin said with an embarrassing grin. "Please stop."

"They're so funny," Vickie laughed.

"Don't encourage them, Vickie," Robin said as she tried to shield her eyes.

"You guys are very cute. How long have you two been dating?" Vickie asked, dodging Robin's hands.

"They're not dating," Robin scoffed. "They're just idiots."

"Yeah, we're not - ," Steve started to say.

"Definitely not," Eddie snorted.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? I'm a great catch," Steve said.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Eddie asked with a scoff.

"I would love to. Saturday, 7 o'clock. My house. I like sunflowers," Steve said and kissed his cheek. "Don't be late. Also, I like romantic comedies. They make good make-out movies. Oh, it looks like Dustin needs help with something. See you later, Alligator!"

"Okay, so, now they're idiots and they're dating," Robin replied.

"Robin! The government took my trailer with all my stuff, and I have nothing to wear!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Well, sometimes he puts out on the first date so wearing nothing might work," Robin said.

"I can't believe you know that," Vickie said.

"Well, his face has said it all, he can't keep it from me," Robin shrugged.

"This is not helping me!" Eddie shrieked.

"Well, my cousin Johnny might have something you might like," Robin said. "He's always leaving his shit at my place."

SATURDAY. . . At Robin's. . .

Vickie was laying across the bed, flipping through a magazine while Robin lay next to her as they swung their bare feet. Every once in a while, their legs would brush up against each other's. Eddie stormed into the room.

"What. The. Hell?" Eddie asked, holding up a shirt. "Is your cousin a punk?"

"Yeah, isn't that what you are?" Robin asked.

Eddie shrieked and Vickie giggled.

"I think he's going to explode," she said.

"I don't know what you're yelling about. That was Steve’s favorite shirt to wear when he would hook up with Johnny," Robin said and leaned in to whisper to her. "He thinks I didn't know but I knew."

Eddie hollered and ripped the shirt, throwing it onto the floor.

"Go Eddie, go Eddie," Vickie cheered.

"That is a very bad shirt," Eddie said and collapsed next to the bed. "I want to look pretty for him."

"Wouldn't members of your band have something for you to wear?" Robin asked.

"You genius!" Eddie exclaimed kissing her forehead.

"Man kisses!" Robin shrieked.

"I'll get that for you, baby," Vickie said and kissed her forehead. "Muah!"

"Oh, I'm safe now," Robin giggled. "But I think I'm going to need one for my lips."

Vickie laughed. She pinned her to the bed, climbed on top of her, and kissed her deeply.

"That's my que to leave!" Eddie exclaimed and started to leave. "I no longer have to borrow from Dustin!"

"Thank God!" Robin exclaimed, breaking the kiss. "You look fucking ridiculous in those shorts!"

7PM . . . Steve’s . . .

Eddie tugged at Jeff's Iron Maiden shirt and his black pants. He was thankful that he still had his vest which he was currently wearing over said shirt. His hair was in a messy bun, his eyeliner smudged. He gripped the potted sunflower and knocked on the door. Steve opened it and greeted Eddie with a kiss on the cheek.

"You look beautiful," Steve said.

"This is for you," Eddie said, blushing.

"Thanks, come on in," Steve said and took the sunflower. "I made us dinner."

"Goddamn, it smells good in here," Eddie said when they walked into the kitchen. "You cook?"

"It's kind of one of my hobbies," Steve blushed.

"It's my favorite. . .just like Garfield! Mmm, lasagna!" Eddie giggled and paused. "I have to ask you a serious question. Am I a punk or a metalhead?"

"Metalhead, duh, easy question," Steve said.

Eddie grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

"You're so hot," Eddie said. "Not that I have anything against punks. I actually hooked up with one once. You know, I think his name might have been Johnny too."

"Wait. . .did Robin tell you about Johnny?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded. "She knew! Of course, she did. . .wait, Eddie, did we hook up with the same guy?"

"Shit! I think we did," Eddie laughed. "Damn. Go Johnny! He hooked up with the two hottest dudes in Hawkins."

"Go Johnny! Go Johnny!" Steve exclaimed and started to dance with Eddie in the kitchen.

"Go, go Steve! Go Eddie! Go, Robin! Go Vickie!"

"Go Vickie! Go Vickie! Go Vickie! Go, go go Vickie!"

"Oh my God, we're fucking dorks," Steve said fondly.

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beanghostprincess · 10 months ago

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My current favourite crackship that I just created myself is Hiyori×Alive!Kuina. Just because if she can't get Zoro she'll just go for his cousin instead.

You're a genius. Your brain is huge. Please, let me kiss your brain. This is just amazing. I love lesbians. You're SO real-

Hiyori is easily one of my favorite characters and I love her SO much and people won't stop reducing her to her ship with Zoro. I think she doesn't need anybody and if she did want somebody it should be a girl. Because I say so. And Kuina is just,,, She would've been such a great character. Can't stop thinking about this fanart I found because it has changed my life for the better. She's in Wano to train to become the world's greatest swordsman and I'm just thinking about what if Kuina had been there to help them out too and she had been the one to save Hiyori all those times instead of Zoro.... Thinking thoughts. Like, of course, Hiyori and Zoro also have their moments because I do actually like their dynamic and I think she admires him a lot!! But you know. Kuina saves Hiyori a couple of times (when Zoro was going to do it, actually, she just appears like a second before him and ruins his moment) and Hiyori just melts. Because who wouldn't? Kuina would be so tall and strong and a sizeable woman, and I would personally die if she helped me save my country. Besides, I think they'd understand each other because both are women that have been reduced to that role specifically instead of their ambitions and their power and they're so much more. Hiyori was helpless when she had to see her country turn into this mess and she couldn't so anything else but to pretend,, Like-- If somebody knows how being a woman in the world works is Hiyori, and Kuina would understand. She'd admire Kuina so much for her abilities and her personality and ambitions!!!!!! And Kuina would absolutely love Hiyori's kindness and strength for being able to put up with so much!!!

Not to mention that Kuina would be taller than her,,, And bigger,,, And Hiyori would have to look up,, And this is now just the aesthetic part but God they'd look so different. That's Hiyori's guard dog. Wouldn't it be funny if Kuina were all serious and teasing with Zoro and like "*raises eyebrow* seriously?" type of masc girl, and the second Hiyori is around she turns into the happiest person in the world and extremely protective of her? Zoro judges her but he can't say shit because he's literally the same with Luffy (and Kuina teases him even more because she always has the upper hand and it makes him so angry). They're both down bad. Hiyori is just so nice to her and keeps saying she trusts her to become the world's greatest swordsman but even if she doesn't, she'll always have her heart and a place to stay in Wano. And I am weak, guys, I am so weak for lesbians.

Aghhh this is SO good. Somebody make them kiss. I- This is great. Oda could just say "ah yes Kuina actually escaped her hometown on her own and faked her death and traveled to Wano" and I'd believe him wholeheartedly because I want her back. I also want Hiyori back. I miss Wano sometimes a lot.

Also, Kuina sees Zoro with Enma and she goes:

Kuina: Oh cool, you got Hiyori's sword. Good luck with that one. Zoro: Do you want it or what? I am not giving it to you. You'll have to fight for it. Kuina: Nah, when I win our fight I want to win against the king of hell. Nothing less. Zoro: Where's the 'I can't win I'm a girl' bullshit now? Kuina: Stayed with the girl. Now I am a woman and I am going to beat your ass.

And Hiyori looking at them having the biggest lesbian moment in the world kicking her feet and blushing and Momo is next to her like "hehe you have a crush-" and he doesn't get to finish what he was saying because Hiyori hits him so fucking hard he faints. Don't tease her. Poor girl. She's in love, leave her alone.

#please i know i am the first one to explain the meaning behind kuina's death but the way op treats women is just not it and i want her again #also hiyori is the love of my life she's precious to me idc she's my princess i am in love with her #i thought this post would be only about a silly crackship but they're actually consuming my brain oh my god #and when kuina has to go away from wano because she has to go achieve her dream and she goes 'i don't expect you to wait for me but-'#and hiyori just holds her hands and says 'my mother waited. i've waited. and i will keep doing it as long as you come back to me'#or something like that. and i want to cry-#i am vibrating in my fucking chair god please i love them now i need more of them so fucking bad #one piece #kozuki hiyori #shimotsuki kuina #hiyoku??? kuiyori???#i have no idea what to call this ship tumblr do your thing somebody should choose the name for me i suck at this thing #roronoa zoro #zolu #bc zolu mention there and in my head it's a very common topic between kuina and zoro okay she won't stop teasing him about it #+

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puffyducks · 3 months ago

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DCRC Week #9 (Part 2)

Oh shit!! Is these ducks on the road??? YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS THEY ARE!!! Anyways we're reading Ducks on the Road now which I'm super excited for because it features not one but THREE characters we've barely seen in the book club so far!!

This comic is LONG (I guess it's technically like 5 comics but we're reading them all in one go) so I'll probably end up having to extend this post with a few reblogs! So look out for those.

They're in.... VIRGINIA???? NOOOOOOOOOOO (person with irrational hatred of Virginia cause my whole extended family lives there so I have to travel there every holiday and it just kinda sucks there idk what to tell you. Also if Virginia is for lovers why is it called VIRGINia hm?? riddle me that BATMAN)

SCROOGE PAY YOUR FUCKING WORKERS also I love this outfit and haircut for Daisy she looks so cute here

Does this imply that Donald was living in Virginia beforehand because the implication that I'm only 1 state away from Donald is kind of frightening ngl. also Virginia sucks.

Did they hire Tuskerninni's cousin what's going on here. Actually this is the 70s it could probably BE Tuskerninni in an earlier life

I'm so used to talking about DT17 Gyro within my circles that I see Regular Gyro and it's like oh right!! He actually has joy and whimsy in his heart!! He's actually just a funny invention man who has totally not accidentally committed any atrocities in Tokyolk before!!!! He's also changed his hair color like four times

DON'T EAT THE GARBAGE SANDWICH WHAT ARE YOU DOOIIIIING

can somebody please help him he looks like an anxious chihuahua

How do you even leave piles of money on the floor to be blown away like that HELP I'm so stressed. Dickie get it together girl.

shoutout to these two and their cool accompanying text

HOW IS SHE SUCH A PUBLIC MENACE SHE'S LITERALLY JUST KINDA MID AT PLAYING GUITAR

She kissed him then IMMEDIATELY friendzoned him it was like a speedrun holy shit

Did he just headcanon Dickie and Daisy as lesbians? Because me too.

WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT AFTER AN EXAM WHY'D THEY DO HIM LIKE THAT 😭😭😭 nice presentation you LONELY IDIOT.

DICKIE YOU CAN'T PAINT A FUCKIGN RENTAL VAN OH MY GOD

Ah yes my favorite sign on the highway. The big one that just says "WEST"

YOU GUYS I AM SO STRESSED DICKIE IS GONNA GET THEM ALL KILLED IN A HORRIFIC ROAD ACCIDENT. ALSO HOW DID THEY ALREADY GET ALL THE WAY TO OKLAHOMA-

NVM THEY'RE NOT GONNA CRASH THEY'RE GONNA GET SHOT BY THIS GUY FOR HARBORING CRIMINALS

DAISY YOU CAN'T SAY THAT WORD. also i want these two guys dead they were mean to her >:(

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER

dork ass nerd and his dork ass math pajamas. and what I assume is a plush of Albert Einstein or something. NERD.

Oh ok so we're just not gonna acknowledge what they do about their tires being gone. Ok. No it's fine I guess that's like irrelevant information they probably just like... found some new tires on the side of the road or something..... yeah....

Anyways this is the part where I briefly end the post so I can attach more reactions with a reblog!

#dcrc #dcrc week 9 #duck comics

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Get Behind Me

Riri x FEM reader

Summary: you finally let Riri meet your folks.

You and Riri had decided it was about time she met your folks so here you both were in front of your house your nerves everywhere. Surprisingly you were more nervous than she was "remember if they make a gay joke just laugh along, don't get butt hurt if they call you ugly they're just joking, and don't engage any of their conversations about our sex life because it will become the main topic of dinner. Riri laughs nervously "why would our sex life be brought up?" You smile and shake your head "because they're fucking crazy like I said just don't let it get to you ignore it." You knock on the door gripping the car keys in your hands hoping you wouldn't have to leave early.

You're mom answers the door with a big smile on her face "oh come in it's cold don't stand there for too long" she welcomes you both inside and you smile and hug her "hey mama I've missed you" she hugs you and says the same "I know same here my love so this is Riri the "genius"?" Everyone's attention is immediately on her "okay so she ain't ugly I mean after that last tarantula looking girl you brought home we was worried" says your sister as she comes into the living room with drinks "you want a beer, soda, water, or a cooler?" This was test number one was she a drinker? "Can I have a cooler?" She looks at you for confirmation and you laugh and nod "where are the coolers at?" Your sister shows her the way and your mom turns her attention to you.

"So are you two having sex yet?" You blink and turn your attention to the kitchen watching as Riri and your sister chat it up "mom I'm grown...damn near" she nods "exactly so I have to ask are you two being s-" Riri yells your name above the music playing in the background "baby! Come do this dance with us" you smile politely at your mom "bye mom" when you go into he kitchen Riri grabs your hand and pulls you into a TikTok you have no idea what to do "I don't know how to do this shit" she laughs and sways you side to side before reaching up and clapping she does it there more times and you end the video. You both are interrupted by the pregnant cousin finding her way into the kitchen "oh goodness gracious get ready for some odd questions" you whisper into Riri's ear. "I just have to ask is it different with a girl?" Your sister takes that as her moment to leave "yes?" Riri answers unsure you shake your head and take her wine cooler taking a sip before kissing her your cousin stares momentarily "so how do y'all have sex exactly is there like a-" you interrupt and grab Riri's hand "oh baby that's my song!" You scream as you lead her to the living room saved once again this time by the Red Nose playing on the speaker.

Your mom pauses the music "okay twenty dollars to whoever can shake the most ass and twenty to whoever can catch it!" In this house you were used to challenges like this this was how you grew up there were more than just family at your house on Thanksgiving anyone who knew y'all was considered family. So you had friends, exes, and cousins even some of the distant ones and neighbors.

Your plan was to keep Riri away from the exes you told your mom you'd be bringing your girlfriend you assumed she'd tell them they couldn't come but as she would say "that's so mean I can't tell them not to come plus I cooked all this food!" You also weren't going to spoil your fun because some past relationships didn't end well. You look at your sister, her boyfriend, your mama and her husband and you smile "just so y'all know we're getting that money it's hard to come by money for a college student."

You grab Riri and unbutton your pants she glances down "what are you doing?" She asks grabbing your belt keeping it around your waist you laugh and grab her hands "my pants are too tight to be tryna twerk don't worry I got boy shorts on" she sucks her teeth "that's still yo drawers" you turn around and give her a quick peck "suck it up" you pull the pants off and your mama hollers as your sister changes into some shorts "fuck yeahhhhh!" You smile at her she shakes her head and your mom continues the music. "Get behind me" Riri is in disbelief just a moment ago everything was normal but now it was just about to turn into a whole club if she wanted someone to grind on her belt y'all could have went to a party close to campus she wasn't expecting this... But a good twenty dollars could do her some good Lord look what the money make a bitch do.

Your sister's boyfriend looks just as confused and uncomfortable as Riri and it was funny to watch that would help you win this twenty dollars because you know when Riri got comfortable oh she was going to act a fool and really be the life of the party.

And she gon' shake it, like a red nose

Li-li-li-li-like a red nose

You feel her hands grab your hips and guide them against her jeans "oh shit okay! Y'all doing a little something but not enough!" You place both hands on the wall and twerk to the beat Riri is behind you focused as fuck trying to keep up.

That booty talkin' to me, what that shit say?

Shake it for the dojo I'm the sensei

Once you wobble on my song, on replay

Almost got 'er at house, up off Kingsway

"oh Riri you looking sad!" your mom and you laugh because Riri believes she is trying her best "twenty dollars you want it don't you?" Riri sucks her teeth and nods "then act like it" after a while Riri really gets into it not worrying about what anybody else is doing just you and her she's matching your pace and anticipating when you'll slow down.

All this money on me

Come and take it from a G

All she tryna do is get naked (Naked)

And she gon' shake it, like a red nose

You throwing and Riri is catching it like she just was made to do this hand on your ass guiding it to the beat she's so full in it she's completely forgot this was for money and that she was in front of your folks and she did not give one damn. Your mom stops the music "drumroll please!" Everyone pats their thighs Riri just looks back confused as hell. Your mom tucks a lil twenty in the side of your boy shorts and you do a little happy dance "aye aye" Riri laughs and shakes her head she also gives a twenty to Riri causing her to do a little happy dance too before planting a kiss on your lips. You two act way too much alike. After dinner everyone helps put the food up and clean up before finally departing and saying good bye's you come eye to eye with your mom.

"You said she was shy" you laugh and nod "she is until she gets comfortable" your mom looks her up and down and smiles "okay miss Riri Williams don't act all shy next time!" Riri laughs and covers her face "it was nice meeting you all" Riri goes in for a handshake and is pulled in for a hug "at least we know "genius" doesn't mean nerd" comments your mom's husband causing you to laugh you hug them both and kiss your mama on the cheek.

"I love y'all please take care and tell lil sis go suck it because for once I win!" You yell loud enough for her to hear "fuck you!" She yells back and your mama shakes her head "watch your motherfucking mouth don't be sorry do better!" You laugh and grab your keys "we gotta go."

Riri shakes her head "uh uh miss thing put them damn pants on" she snatches the twenty out of your boy shorts and puts it in her pocket as you pull on your pants and laugh grabbing your belt. "Keep her in check" yells your mom as you both approach the car Riri laughs and nods "yes ma'am!" You unlock the car door as your mom shuts the house door.

"You made it seem like your folks was bad I enjoyed myself" you smile "good because that might be th-" you're interrupted by an agitating voice causing you to groan "ayo Y/n" you turn around and glance at your ex then at Riri "yeah?" She looks Riri up and down in a kind of disappointed way "your new bitch ain't as cute as I thought she'd be... So you leave the hood studs alone and get with a smart bitch who what? Probably wear dresses just so you know sis she get a new bitch every two months she'll get tired of you." You glance at Riri who is the unbothered queen she is "it's been four months sis you do a whole bunch of talking to be a bitch she got rid of." You start the car and close the door "go be bitter and made somewhere else we don't fucking care" you say flipping her off you roll the window up and speed off "where the fuck my twenty dollars at?" Riri laughs while you're being dead serious "I don't throw this ass for free give me money mane!" You say with your palm out.

A/n: the readers family is based on mine because well I don't really know anything else. More like my aunty who used to have twerk battles when she was drunk....I have a very interesting family so let's just say this is a shit post and baby it's ghetto as hell. (This is how I grew up so enjoy.)

#riri williams black panther #riri x fem reader #riri imagine #riri x reader #riri williams x reader #riri williams #riri couple #black panther fics #black panther imagine #black panther x reader #riri black panther #riri is my gf #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x f!reader #WHERE ARE THE RIRI FICS

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alltoowelltom · 2 years ago

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tom holland x reader

| reader is colorblind and tom doesn’t know |

I tried to research color blindness but I was soooo confused so sorry if this is insanely unrealistic 💀

only main warning is mention of near miss crashes x

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"And you know what he told me?" Tom says from the passenger seat, rolling his eyes as he tells you about an interaction he had with an interviewer recently.

"What did he tell you?" you ask, noticing the traffic lights up ahead.

The light seemed to flicker a little but was still a shade of green so you thought nothing of it, driving straight through.

"He said-" Tom is interrupted by the harsh beep of a few cars from your right.

"Shit, love!" he yells, wincing at the near miss as a car from your right slams on it's breaks so as not to crash into your side.

"What the hell?" you murmur. "It was still my turn to go, dickhead!" you pull the finger at the other driver.

Tom shrinks into his seat in embarrassment.

"You just ran a red light!" he exclaims. "And we almost got hit because of it!"

"It was green!" you protest, standing your ground. "I made a safe judgement that I had plenty of time to get through the intersection."

"Well clearly not!" Tom says, trying to take deep breaths. "You actually ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me. Like a Taylor Swift lyric."

"I was not looking over at you!" you defend yourself playfully, trying to ease the tension. "You're so vain sometimes, Tom."

He rolls his eyes, placing one hand on your thigh in silent apology for yelling, even though he'd bet his life on the fact that the light was red.

"Agree to disagree then, lovie. Just drive carefully, yeah?"

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The second time Tom noticed something might be off was when the two of you were making breakfast together early one morning. You'd recently got a set of acrylics that Tom loved the feeling of scratching his scalp gently, but right now the sound of them against the counter was driving him insane.

"Love!" he sighed from where he was making the tea. "Can you stop that tapping along the entire counter? What are you even doing?"

"The damn bread tag has gone missing and I can't close the bag without it," you groan. "It was literally here when I put the toast in."

You continue tapping your hand along the bench to find it, nails clicking incessantly along the cool stone.

Tom puts the kettle down, walking over to where you are and picking up the tag.

"It's right here, hun?" he says, that one scruffy eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Oh my god, you found it!" you squeal, taking it from his outstretched hand and planting a quick kiss on his cheek in thanks. As you fasten the bread bag and begin to butter the toast Tom stands still, looking at your turned back.

"Could you really not see it?" he checks, remembering this is the second time you've entirely not been able to see something colorful.

"Nope," you say lightly, opening the pantry door. "You want jam or Nutella?"

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Tom realized something was really wrong when the two of you were babysitting his young cousin one afternoon. She had ever so politely asked if Auntie Y/N could come and color in with her and of course you'd agreed, helping her set up her coloring pencils at the kitchen table as Tom leaned against the doorway, trying to pretend his heart wasn't absolutely melting at the sight.

"Auntie Y/N," she laughed after a little while. "Why are you coloring things all wrong?"

"Hmm?" you ask. "What did I do wrong?" The scene you two had decided to color was of Santa Claus and his reindeer and it looked perfectly fine to you, aside from a few scribbles and coloring outside the lines courtesy of the little girl.

"Santa's clothes aren't green" she giggles in that matter-of-fact way that kids love to tell adults they're wrong.

Tom steps over, intrigued at his cousin's words.

"I know," you say as you frown, trying to defend yourself. Why does everyone think you're crazy? It's getting old real fast.

"She's right, Y/N." Tom confirms. "You've colored in Santa's suit dark green instead of bright red."

You throw the pencil down, annoyed now.

"Darling, it's okay," Tom chuckles as he takes a seat next to you, taking one of your hands in his own warm ones, contrasted with the cool metal of the ring on his pinky finger. "I think you might be colorblind, is all. I'll see if we can get you an eye appointment tomorrow, yeah?"

You blink up at the ceiling, trying not to get emotional. Unbeknownst to Tom, you'd had the same sneaking suspicion that you weren't seeing colors the same as most people.

"I don't want to be colorblind," you whisper. "How am I gonna drive, how am I gonna pick my outfits…" you trail off, leaning your head on his shoulder. This is all a bit much for right now.

"Hey, it's okay lovie." Tom whispers, leaning his head on yours and rubbing your back gently with his free hand. "You're gonna be okay, I'm with you. You help me when my dyslexia plays up, so I'll help you if you get confused about colors, alright?"

You nod, unable to hide your smile as Tom presses kisses over both your cheeks until his cousin pretends to gag from where she colors the red on Rudolph's nose.

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trying to get back into writing over these holidays but my work is understaffed leading up to christmas so i'm going to try my best.

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saintsir4n · 7 months ago

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF RACIAL PREJUDICE, MATURE CONTENT, ED'S, SEXUAL ASSAULT.

POOR Dear Pamela had quietly left, and no one took knowledge of her absence, it was like she wasn't there, to begin with. But as salacious days breezed past, the atmosphere of Saltburn shifted, was it because of the secrets or the lies people were telling? The answer was all up in the air. And now Farleigh informed his cousin about what he alleged to have witnessed during the night, which meant Felix didn't wake up in the best of moods.

"They've been giving each other fuck me eyes all summer, why are you so surprised?" Calypso laid back in Felix's bed as he paced before her.

"It's bad form," he murmured, completely disheartened by what Farleigh told him.

"Terrible. It's like Eddie, well, almost what you told me about him and Vee. But hear Oliver's excuse, if he even has one," Her words drew a frown from him as she shuffled down his bed.

"You believe Farleigh? Truly, he's a shit-stirrer," Felix didn't want to believe his new friend would do something like that.

"He rarely lies. Jokes, taunts, teases yes, but lies? No. Oliver crossed a line. Remember how you hated my brothers for fucking your sister?" Calypso deadpanned.

He scrunched up his face in disgust, "Christ Cali, I didn't need the visuals."

"See it's distasteful," she pointed out, standing up to pull him to stand still, "Biting the hand that feeds you, is bad form. Just like you said, Lix."

"I'll talk to him," Felix stated, "when I'm ready."

"Don't trust him."

Felix sighed, "You don't like him anymore, is it because of Farleigh?"

Calypso shook his head, "Talk to him and we'll see, now let's go to breakfast, I want a croissant." Just as she went to turn around, he caught her hand and drew her in for a kiss, "what was that for?"

"You said we'll," he smiled like he did when he woke up to her, "and I haven't kissed you in an hour."

"You are a sap," she squealed, rising on her tiptoes to peck him before dragging him along.

"I'm not a sap."

"Sure you're not my love."

Arriving at breakfast, the moment Felix saw Oliver emerge a frown reappeared on his face. Farleigh couldn't help but smirk as he glanced at Calypso who playfully rolled her eyes and dug into her spread. Eating outside was perfect, it was far too hot inside the house and her portable fan wasn't doing the trick. The two also noticed how much Venetia had been eating much to Oliver's benefit, further proving Farleigh's point, but Felix was far too focused on the dazzling girl next to her to acknowledge it.

"You sleep well?" Oliver asked his friend who shifted away from him, lighting a cigarette.

Felix reluctantly replied, "No, not really, mate."

Calypso leaned forward, looking past her Felix to say, "He had a bad dream, all about being stabbed in the back. You'd know all about that Oliver."

Oliver's face tensed at her words and more importantly, the ghost of the smirk tugging at her lips before he turned to Venetia.

"We're 30 for dinner tomorrow night," Sir James informed, "Stopford Sackville has cried off."

"Oh, dear, that's a shame," Elspeth replied.

"God, I forgot about fucking dinner," Felix exacerbated with a cigarette between his lips.

"Wait, who is coming to dinner again?" Farleigh questioned.

"The Henrys," Venetia answered, picking apart a croissant.

"No, please!"

Calypso wracked her brain, trying to remember why they sounded so familiar.

"Who are the Henrys?" Oliver wondered aloud.

Venetia spoke, a mouth full of pastries, "Dad's friends. They're all called Henry."

"Not all of them. Just most," Sir James added.

Realisation splattered across Calypso's face, "Mums told me about some of them, they're too touchy."

"Extremely touchy," Venetia agreed.

Felix turned to Calypso, saying, "We don't have to go if you don't want to."

She mustered up a smile but Elspeth interrupted, "You're all attending, it'll be rude if you didn't."

"It'll be being molested by Henry," Venetia objected, shooting a glance at her father, "You know which one."

"I'll put you next to Oliver, then. He can molest you instead." Elspeth retorted.

Venetia didn't object to that, instead staring ahead at Oliver whose face seemed to light up. Felix noticed, causing his face to fall.

"Farleigh was right," Calypso whispered in his ear, but still, Felix didn't want to believe it to be true.

Elspeth softly gasped as she turned to Oliver, "Oh, Oliver, I was going to say, we should do something fun for your birthday. A proper party. No Henrys. Something actually fun."

Calypso glanced up to see a footman pour a drink into Oliver's cup, one of the few people who looked like her and Farleigh, spreading a discomfort onto the pair of them.

"What do you think, darling?" Elspeth asked her husband.

Sir James encouraged, "If Oliver would like it, I think it's a splendid idea."

"I think Oliver looks like he'd rather throw himself out of a window," Farleigh sarcastically spat, amusing Calypso, although she didn't let it show when she pressed a kiss to Felix's cheek, trying to cheer him up.

Oliver forced himself to turn away and asked, "What kind of party?"

"I don't know. Whatever you want," Elspeth leaned closer, "What do you think? About a hundred people?"

Oliver thought he misheard, "A hundred?"

"Or two. It invariably ends up being two, doesn't it, with this sort of thing? Calypso had five hundred for her sixteenth," Elspeth chuckled. "Remember? Your dad even tried to invite the prime minister."

Calypso grinned at the memory, "Oh I remember. Venetia almost threw up everywhere."

"She did," Felix muttered.

Venetia scoffed, "Oh shut it."

"That doesn't surprise me," Farleigh smirked.

Oliver looked back and forth between the four, envious of the memories and banter they shared.

"It surprises no one," Elspeth chuckled, before turning back to Oliver, "Invite whoever you want. All your friends."

Farleigh mocked, "What friends?"

"Why doesn't he invite Gavey? You know the one you ditched for Felix?" Calypso spoke up and Farleigh pointed to her in agreement.

For a moment everyone turned to Oliver expectantly, and all he could say was, "We don't talk anymore."

"Bootlicker..." Calypso coughed out dramatically, causing Felix to gently rub her back, even though Farleigh and Venetia knew she was kidding.

Elspeth asked, concerned, "What was that Darling?"

"Went down the wrong hole," Calypso reassured them all as she picked up some water.

"Do be careful," Elspeth advised and her husband nodded along, flipping through his paper.

Oliver decided to nudge Felix's leg but he instead turned to face his Calypso once again.

"Oh! Oh! How about fancy dress?" Sir James shot up excitedly.

Elspeth agreed. "Oh, yes!"

"I can wear my suit of armour, Elspeth."

"Good idea, darling," she agreed, just when Venetia stormed off. "We could have a theme. What about Midsummer Night's Dream?"

Sir James smiled, "Lovely."

"Bring on the slutty fairies," Farleigh jabbed.

Calypso pouted, "How did you know that's what I was going to wear?"

Farleigh pointed to his head, "Psychic."

"You'll look pretty," Felix finally smiled, turned on by the thought of how amazing she would look in her costume.

"So will you with cute wings," she gushed and nodded.

Elspeth wore a tender smile, her husband would've also but he was too busy thinking about his suit of armour.

Farleigh huffed out a laugh, "Two slutty fairies, what a delight."

Everyone was focused on potential costumes to see Oliver's tightening jaw.

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Felix louged on a sunbed, shirt off, with his Calypso applying sunscreen, warning him that he would burn easily. He was calm, or at least trying to be, his cousin's warnings echoed through his head as he helped her apply sunscreen to her back, just before she straddled him, letting him rant about the party.

"Yes my love, you'd look sexy as a slutty fairy but now we have to throw a party for him and I'm not sure about it. It's too soon – and please don't say I told you so."

"I won't, but Lix," she sighed when he frowned, she hated when he looked so unlike himself. "Fine. let me tell you something else. Okay? Nothing to do with Judas from Manchester."

"Liverpool," Felix corrected.

"Hull," she said waving him off, ignoring his chuckle as she traced his stomach, "you have to watch," she whispered, and he finally looked away from her face to where her finger was. He embraced the tingling feeling as she spelt three words, eight letters... "there."

He blinked slowly when he realised what it meant, what it said and the sincerity in her eyes. He'd been waiting for her to give him a sign that she returned his feelings and here it was.

"Do you really?" he dared to speak, voice cracking slightly, "You love me?"

"I love you and I'm sorry it took me so long to say, i was scared, unsure that I would say it wrong, or do it wrong, I don't know –" she was cut off with his lips smacking against hers. His arms pulled her in. It was a fierce kiss, nothing gentle like he usually was, and she loved it even more. "I love you," she muttered after she reluctantly pulled back.

"I love you too," Felix said quietly, wanting this moment to last.

"I love you," she repeated, feeling light and full of relief. This is how my parents must feel, no wonder they kept it to themselves. Love was indescribable to her, but also unique and pure. "I fucking love you."

The pair were grinning like mad.

Calypso squealed when his kisses trailed from her mouth to her neck and littered her breasts.

"Now?" she moaned when he tried to untie the back of her bikini.

"Why not? Fucking hell I'd – shit!" he pulled away, seeing Oliver gingerly walking towards them. "Fuck sake."

Calypso screeched when she saw him, "What the fuck?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Oliver awkwardly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the sunbed next to them.

Calypso scoffed, "Right."

"It's alright," Felix murmured, keeping his eyes on hers, "he didn't see anything," he whispered, "I promise."

Calypso didn't respond and rested her head on his chest as his hands rubbed over her back.

"Hey," Oliver waved at them, lying with his stomach against the sunbed.

Felix was the only one to reply, "Hey."

"Felix," Oliver asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You seem annoyed about something."

"I'm not annoyed about anything."

Calypso snorted at his lie, earning a small pinch to the side.

"Okay," Oliver sighed.

"It's just slightly bad form, that's all," Felix stated, making Calypso sit up and stare directly at Oliver.

"What's bad form?"

"What do you think? Getting with Venetia, Ollie," Felix exclaimed, disgusted by the thought.

Oliver scrunched up his face, "What makes you think I got with Venetia?"

Calypso rolled her eyes at the question.

Felix answered, "Farleigh saw you two. It's just fucking cringe, mate. I mean, really, you're my friend. You're supposed to be here with me."

"Look, I didn't want to embarrass Venetia," Oliver muttered.

"No offence, but she's not the one punching in this situation Oliver," Calypso finally interrupted, "if she throws herself at you, you catch her and be grateful."

The boys turned to her, one mildly distressed and the other shocked.

"Cali," Felix shook his head, "I want to know what he means."

"Fine. "

"Well, I saw her... I saw her outside and I went down to see if was she okay. And I think she got the wrong end of the stick because... she tried to kiss me." Oliver caught the scepticism on their faces. "And I politely steered her away."

"Farleigh said you two were practically eating each other," Felix insisted.

Calypso added, "And how you were at breakfast..."

Oliver's eyes widened, "Oh, and you believe him?"

"Yes," Calypso didn't hesitate to say.

"Me and Venetia?" Oliver sounded like the entire thing was out of the question, "Come on."

She could see how Felix was giving in to what Oliver was saying and she didn't understand how. Farleigh was a prick but not a liar. She was frustrated that Felix was eating up something she knew wasn't true. Farleigh wasn't a liar, but Oliver was. And if he could lie about this, what else has he lied about?

So when Felix finished telling Oliver about Eddie, she said, "I think Oliver's lying."

They both turned to her, but she kept her eyes on Oliver.

Felix sighed, "Cali."

She instead, started to laugh at the stunned look on Oliver's face, before turning to whisper in Felix's ear, "Cig break, enjoy the sea of lies."

She got up and blew a kiss at Oliver and then strolled off, leaving the friends to speculate.

Felix waved off his worries, "Don't worry about her, she's... overstimulated."

Oliver gulped as he turned back to him, "You look very close mate."

"We're together," Felix revealed, thinking he could trust him.

"Really?" Oliver didn't react in the way Felix wanted.

"Yeah, aren't you chuffed for me?" Felix's grin started to fade.

Oliver stiffly nodded, "Yeah I'm just shocked."

"Why?"

"You were fucking India and Annabel before, so was she," Oliver pointed out, but that didn't deter him.

"Yeah, months ago. And we agreed to stop," Felix said, getting frustrated.

"How did you know she did?"

"Because I trust her. I love her too. And she told me she loves me," Felix rushed out.

Oliver's gaze dropped to the space between them, "Oh."

"Yeah, so you can drop the protective friend's act. We're fine. And I know you fancy her. Just admit it," Oliver stammered as he tried to respond, but Felix went on, "It's fine mate, it doesn't bother me. I'm with the most beautiful girl, she gets attention from everyone. But she mentioned that she didn't like the staring so try and stop."

"Y-yeah, sure, sorry," Oliver reiterated, "I'm happy for you two."

"Thank you," Felix beamed, "so am I."

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After returning from another bird-watching session with Sir James, Calypso stumbled into a tense conversion between the giant cousins. She knew Farleigh's mother: Frederica Start was notorious for sqandering money and had been taking handouts from her brother even after she ran off with a psycho to America. She didn't know how bad it was and it was clear it was driving an even bigger wedge between Farleigh and Felix because he had to ask for help... again.

She knew it must have been humiliating to beg, especially with how it looked. Sir James didn't have to work, he had money growing on trees and now they were throwing a party for a boy they hardly knew when they could help but decided it would be better for his sister to stand on her own two feet as if he ever did.

It was beyond hypocritical.

She decided to step in when it grew more heated.

"Seriously, is that... Is that where you wanna take this? Right. Make it a race thing? What the fuck? I mean, we're your family. We hardly even notice that you're different, or anything like that," Felix gesticulated.

"Because you can afford not to Felix," Calypso shocked them with her presence, irritated his terminology.

"Cali what – what do you mean by that?"

Over the summer Calypso noticed how Farleigh had to dim himself the moment he stepped foot on the property, she did as well, unless Felix wasn't around to use him as a shield.

Pushing up her glasses she repeated, "You can afford not to my love."

And with that she left the room, faintly hearing the conversation escalate.

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Felix hadn't left her side, fearing that he did or said something wrong, well, he knew he did but didn't know how to go about it. He did want to help out Farleigh but his parents wouldn't let him, so he told Calyspo as a way to win some points but she acted unphased. She was used to doing that and so she carried on like nothing was the matter.

And it was hard to do that in the presence of the fucking Henry's.

She continued wearing her glasses, wanting to be aware of any wrinkly hands creeping up her dress or onto her thigh.

Felix made it clear she was with him, but their tension didn't deflate, it couldn't.

"I'm sorry, I really am, for not acknowledging or taking on what Farleigh or you – I mean," Felix's apology was cut off by the sounds of Flow Rida's Low playing through the karaoke's machine.

One of the many Henry's got into the song as everyone lounged about in their elegant dinner wear.

Calypso winced at his painful rapping that wasn't even on beat, but Venetia and Farliegh seemed to enjoy it, cheering along as they grabbed another drink.

"Go, have fun," she encouraged him as Lady Daphne joined her. The glamorous woman waved at Felix, "I have company Lix, it's alright."

Lady Daphne grinned, although it didn't reach her brown eyes, "Yes, Mr Catton she's in safe hands."

Felix regretfully left her with one of the wives of the many Henrys.

"So, you're Christoper's daughter," Lady Daphne realised, considering the pool for black aristocrats is small and for millionaires in their circle was even smaller.

Calypso nodded, flattening out her crimson dress, "The only one yes, and you're husband is a Henry, one of the many ones."

"Indeed."

"Children?" Calypso asked, growing more comfortable around the women.

"Three boys," Lady Daphne answered, not sounding the happiest about it.

No parent Calypso ever met sounded happy about having children unless they could show them off, it begged the question, did she ever want them?

She suddenly asked, "How much do you hate your husband?"

Lady Daphne quietly laughed, "Enough but the title is worth it. Kids, I never see because of school. So I have the time to myself unless I'm dragged to events."

"Like this?"

"Yes," Lady Daphne leaned in to whisper, "it isn't lovely. You should know, it isn't a lovely life," she warned, sobering the girl up. "So be careful."

Felix rejoined her after Lady Daphne went over to talk to some of the other wives, he tapped her leg and provided her with a drink.

"Thank you," Calypso gulped it all down, choosing to distance herself from the advice she knew she would need.

But she couldn't deal with it tonight.

"You look fucking heavenly, I haven't told you that tonight," Felix murmured as he saw Oliver and Farleigh surprisingly engaging in a rather intimate conversation.

It shocked Calypso since she witnessed how Oliver had been trying to talk to Venetia all night.

Calypso's brows furrowed, "You have."

"Oh right I have," Felix huffed out a small laugh and shuffled closer, "are we alright?"

"Yes, why wouldn't we be?" she pecked his lips, "We're fine."

Felix didn't know what to say and hoped she was telling the truth.

But when she sat on his lap, it appeared they were back to normal. Back in their fantasy. He grabbed his blazer and draped it around her shoulders, muttering how much he loved her until it was inescapable. She suggested they get another drink, nodding over to where Venetia stood alone. Felix didn't want to leave her in such a vulnerable state, so he pulled up his love and joined his sister.

"Oh!" Fareligh stole the microphone from a Henry, producing some feedback as he did so. "Okay. Well done, Henry. That was great. Everyone, round of applause for Henry," the song ended, and everyone cheered him. "Okay. Now it's time to take things up a notch." Farleigh decided to put on a new song that began to play. "Er, okay, we have someone here who is a very talented singer. He's your best friend, and mine. Oliver Quick."

Everyone turned to him, clapping when all he wanted to do was sip his drink through a crazy straw.

Sir James was delighted, "Oliver! Come on, up you get."

Oliver was adamant he stayed seated, "No, no, no."

Farleigh pulled him up, "Yes, yes, don't be shy."

"I don't even know the song."

Sir James marvelled, "The words are on the screen, Oliver. that's the best bit. That's the best bit!"

The song lyrics started to show and Oliver had no choice but to sing along. The young adults cheered along, unaware of Farleigh's plan. Venetia whooped as she was fed shots by Calypso who did some herself. Oliver sang along, growing more confident, embracing the cheers from those around him.

Gradually the meaning of the song dawned on each guest, but Oliver, not yet. He was far too overjoyed by the looks of encouragement he finally received from Farleigh and the cheers Felix was giving to him.

Calypso quietly gasped when she understood but liked the song and continued to dance alongside Farleigh.

"Oh!" a Henry breathed out.

Felix softly grabbed Calyspo's shoulders halting her movements. She glanced up to see he was annoyed by what his cousin was doing to his friend. Venetia cringed but wasn't mad, more embarrassed.

"I love you, you pay my rent," Oliver's joyful voice grew strained as he focused on the lyrics, eyes darkening with anger.

Farleigh encouraged, You tell them!"

Felix warned, "Farleigh."

"What?"

Oliver glanced back, "This is your song as well, Farleigh Come finish it."

Farleigh was happy to take over, "Only if you insist," he jumped through the sitting guest, put out his cigarette and took the microphone "You took me to a restaurant," people cheered at his voice. It was very good. "Off-Broadway. To show me who you..."

"Go Farls!" Calypso applauded him, not without a pointed look from Felix.

"He shouldn't have done that," he murmured against her ear, but she kept cheering alongside his sister.

___

"Lovely singing voice Oliver," she congratulated him as she dangled her legs from the shared bathroom counter.

Oliver stood there shirtless, "You found it funny?"

"Not funny, just compliment your singing. Far better than mine," she went on, eyes narrowing as he neared her.

"Did you know that Farleigh was gonna do that?" he asked, tone lower than she ever knew it to be.

He had a malignant look in his eye.

"There is no guessing what Farleigh could do," she replied, swinging her bear legs.

She discarded her red dress and wore one of Felix's shirts shortly after the Henrys left. Felix was waiting for her to run a bath for them, whilst trying to finish the rest of the Harry Potter book, he only had one more chapter to go.

"He's unpredictable," she heard Oliver whisper.

"Exactly."

"And you're not," he pointed out, rather condescendingly.

Something she didn't take too, so she humped off the counter and folded her arms.

"You sure about that?"

He nodded, "Very sure."

"Well, I look forward to your next performance Mr. Twist. And I'll make sure that there's enough bath water for you to lick up after I and Felix finish tonight," she taunted, stepping closer to him.

And she wasn't expecting his next answer.

"You'd saw?" Oliver uttered, tone above a whisper.

Calypso was stunned by the mortification written on his face, but her laughter slapped it off.

"I didn't see anything. But now, I know," she took a step back, eyes darting to the bath running.

"No, you don't. No one will believe you," he whispered, warningly.

"You sure about that?"

"Your word is as powerful as mine. And even then it's not like your parents care," that made her stiffen.

"You want to bring up parents?" she taunted, "Still grieving your dead dad whilst trying to fuck your way through this family? Bad form but you're not even a bad boy. You're boring and it's only a matter of time before Felix sees it and drops you like a bad habit."

"And you don't think he'll drop you? You're just another added to his list of fucks."

She tutted, "Come on Oliver, you're smarter than that. I'm not another, I'm not some slag he uses and gets rid of. No, that's you and you alone."

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a/n:

it was slightly difficult to write the felix and cali scenes especially when shining a light on the racial undertones of the film as well as his family as a whole, but it helped to compare it with lady daphne (one of the few black people in the film) who married into a similar family. i had her give cali some advice, things that she already knew but having her see the reality of what might potentially happen to her and felix (just being unhappy and those ignorant views might continue).

also, we know that farleigh's mum was white and dad was black and referred to as a psycho that corrected fredirica. even though that might be true the imagery and history of the connotation were extremely damaging and it doesn't surprise me that farleigh's doesn't get a name.

https://pin.it/yC4i9ffWy (the red dress i imagined cali wearing at the dinner.)

it's tough, I know but I think considering she's finally got the person she loves and he loves her back, she'll cling to that and decidedly ignore "small things" — note the sarcasm —like that to keep a love that she will compare to her parents.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #rush saltburn wattpad #rush saltburn fanfic #rush wattpad #rush fanfic #felix and calypso #felix and cali #felix catton x calypso danforth #calypso danforth #felix catton smut #felix catton x black!reader #saltburn fanfiction

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troublesomecousin · 3 months ago

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daisy & moss

@schattenwerfenkeineschatten

daisy ; a flower for innocence .. for a time my where my muse lost their innocence, in relation to any aspect of their life or experiences.

Kevin's mind was moving way too fast...or well, it was moving faster than it normally did. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink, letting the coolness of the porcelain ground him as best it could. This revelation was throwing him through an unfortunate loop, and he had yet to figure out how to course correct. What was even worse was that he wasn't even sure he wanted to. That kiss had felt too good, been too exciting...thrill seeker that he was, Kevin knew he wasn't going to be able to give up on that sensation, but the implications of that was a lot to place upon the brow of someone who had only really just started to mature. Not that Kevin had ever daydreamed about his future, the here and now was far more interesting, but suddenly and all at once he knew that the path stretched out in front of him was not going to be like the ones he saw played out at family gatherings or in the houses and gardens of the neighbors. He took a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to rid them of the uncomfortable clammy feeling. Maybe...maybe that wasn't a bad thing. He hardly craved their normalcy, their little fences and petty squabbles. All the little mundanities typical married life, they weren't for him, and perhaps there had been a reason for that all along. At the very least, fate had been kind enough to clear that option from the table. How very thoughtful of the universe. Finally confident that he looked something like composed, Kevin stepped out of the school washroom, grateful to find the hallways empty since he was in no mood to explain himself. And perhaps with a little discretion and some luck he would never have to. He'd kissed one boy, and if he had his way he'd kiss another, and then maybe another after that, and maybe more than that if he kept up this new habit...

moss ; a flower for maternal love .. for my muse to elaborate on their mother, maternal figure/s, or on the concept of motherhood; whatever is most applicable.

His mother? No one ever asked him about his mother. No one besides his aunt, but that was her sister, so it made sense that she would ask any time Kevin had once again shown up on her doorstep. But everyone else? Most people wouldn't have been surprised to find out Kevin had simply willed himself into being. But that was a silly notion for a number of reasons...one of which was that few things produced troublesome boys quite like good, loving, mothers. "She's a mum like any other," Kevin shrugged, attempting indifference despite the skepticism written on his face. He wasn't sure the intentions of the person asking, but he wasn't so concerned that he'd let it be a reason for him not to run his mouth. "I mean...I don't exactly have many others to compare her too, but she's got that whole 'warm and caring' thing down perfectly, you know? Cares about me and maybe...has a bit too much faith in me. But that's what they're s'posed to do. Think their kids are little angels, but I think she's trying to uh..." Kevin gestured vaguely with his hand, cigarette ash falling to the ground as he did so. "...over-compensate. Convince herself that something good came of her little tryst with my actual father." Kevin took another drag on his cigarette, letting his thoughts stew for a moment or two. "Maybe she's just grateful I'm not like my cousin. I've seen how she looks at him when she thinks no one's watching, and I bet she's thinking...oh thank god Kevin's just a mean little shit and not some freak. I suppose that's not the worst way to earn your mother's love, but well, it doesn't require anything of me, so I can't complain. Or I could, but I don't think I will."

#FIRST IN CHARACTER POST HELL YEAH #(The Nastiest Play Friend) IC #(Can You Hear Me?) Asks #schattenwerfeinkeineschatten

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waitingforwinterwinds · 2 years ago

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A Clash of Kings - 62 SANSA VII (pages 778-785)

Cersei runs off to find Joffrey, leaving Sansa alone to calm their guests. The Hound says his goodbyes to Sansa, and dawn comes at long last after the Battle of the Blackwater.

"Bring him inside Maegor's now." "No!" Lancel was so angry he forgot to keep his voice down. heads turned toward them as he shouted, "We'll have the Mud Gate all over again. let him stay where he is. he's the king-" "He's my son." Cersei Lannister rose to her feet. "You claim to be a Lannister as well, cousin, prove it. Osfryd, why are you standing there? Now mean today." (...) "Cersei," Ser Lancel pleaded, "if we lose the castle, Joffrey will be killed in any case, you know that. Let him stay, I'll keep him by me, I swear-" "Get out of my way." Cersei slammed her open palm into his wound. Ser Lancel cried out in pain and almost fainted, as the queen swept from the room. (...) "Oh gods," an old woman wailed. "We're lost, the battle's lost, she's running.

I feel like D&D read this old woman's opinion and took it at face value. The sheer difference in the vibes between the show and book for this. When Cersei leaves in the show, she is very much running scared, prepared to kill herself and Tommen out of fear of what will happen to them, but book Cersei is going out to get her son to bring him to safety to hold out until the last scrap of ground is taken from beneath them.

She spared Sansa not so much as a glance. She's forgotten about me. Ser Ilyn will kill me and she won't even think about it. "Oh gods," an old woman wailed. "We're lost, the battle's lost, she's running. Several children were crying. They can smell fear. Sansa found herself alone on the dais. Should she stay here, or run after the queen and plead for her life? She never knew why she got to her feet, but she did. "Don't be afraid," she told them loudly. "The queen has raised the drawbridge. This is the safest place in the city. There's thick walls, the moat, the spikes..." ... Sansa raised her hands for quiet. "Joffrey's come back to the castle. he's not hurt. they're still fighting, that's all I know, they're fighting bravely. The queen will be back soon." The last was a lie, but she had to soothe them.

"She never knew why she got to her feet," because, Sansa Stark was a lady at three, and this is what a lady does? The character growth in this scene, *chef's kiss* lowkey, understated, very nice.

Sansa doesn't need to be doing this right now, but she is, she is stepping up and reaching out to help others even when she's also in such a shit situation. "She's not even doing anything/all that much" but she is. When you're scared and panicking, when people are scared and panicking in groups, a single voice of calm and order can mean everything.

Together, Sansa and the serving man got the wounded knight back on his feet. "Take him to Maester Frenken." Lancel was one of them, yet somehow she still could not bring herself to wish him dead. I am soft and weak and stupid, just as Joffrey says. I should be killing him, not helping him.

Compassion is not weakness.

The torches had begun to burn low, and one or two had flickered out. No one troubled to replace them. Cersei did not return. Ser Dontos climbed the dais while all eyes were on the other fool. "Go back to your bedchambers, sweet Jonquil," He whispered. "Lock yourself in, you'll be safer there. I'll come for you when the battle's done." Someone will come for me, Sansa thought, but will it be you, or will it be Ser Ilyn?

I love what GRRM is doing with the torch imagery, in the previous two Sansa chapters, he's mentioned the torches reflecting from the silver metal mirrors filling the room with light (and shadows) and now the torches are going out. It shows both a passage of time, (Since the start of the fight and since Cersei left) and the darkening of their situation, the illusion of safety being removed. Hope literally guttering out torch by torch.

It took all the strength she had in her to walk slowly from the Queen's Ballroom when she wanted so badly to run. When she reached the steps, she did run, up and around until she was breathless and dizzy.

I also like that when Sansa leaves the room, at the behest of Dontos, she's calm about it, like she's just popping out to check on things and she'll be back so the other ladies don't start panicking all over again even though as far as she knows, she's got a fifty-fifty chance of being beheaded either way.

Plus, you know: *pulls out GoT and flips to that one Arya chapter* late game mirror of Arya escape and espionage shenanigans.

One thing I will say in favour of the show, I loved the relationship between Sansa and Shae, and that Shae was fully prepared to stab some folks.

The southern sky was aswirl with glowing, shifting colors, the reflections of the great fires that burned below. (...) The air itself smelt burnt, the way a soup kettle sometimes smelled if it was left on the fire too long and all the soup boiled away. Embers drifted through the night air like swarms of fireflies. Sansa backed away from the window, retreating toward the safety of her bed. I'll go to sleep, she told herself, and when I wake it will be a new day, and the sky will be blue again. The fighting will be done and someone will tell me whether I'm to live or die. "Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

That external shot description. ooph.

Yeah, going to sleep when you can't deal with things anymore, just to avoid sitting around stewing in anxiety over things you have zero ability to change or influence. Understandable coping method. Free random time skips.

... Oh hi Hound, watchya doing sitting in a little girl's bedroom in the dark waiting to grab her like a creep for? Just being a creep? Oh, and threatening to kill Sansa? Cool, have you met my steel chair friend?

"- but I won't be here to see. I'm going." "Going?" She tried to wriggle free, but his grasp was iron. "The little bird repeats whatever she hears. Going, yes."

"repeats whatever she hears" pfff, so far she's been asking clarifying questions, which does, indeed require repeating part of what you said. But seriously? Repeating stuff, like the last word or only a key word is thing, it's a processing thing bot to clarify that the word has been heard correctly and to seek further explanation regarding it. (In context) You also have to do it at least three times before someone's legally allowed to make the "is there an echo in here?" joke.

(Also yes, I know he's having a go at her in reference of her saying what her captors want her to say or what people around her want to hear lest they snap and have her stripped and publicly beaten or some such.)

He yanked her closer and for a moment Sansa thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened.

this scene is icky. like this whole interaction. he was in her bed, waiting for her. he has been physically manhandling her, demanding a song at sword point, and Sansa cannot fight back, she doesn't have the power, not the physical strength to fight him off, nor any of the other forms of power that would make him back the hell off. All she has is all she's had this entire time: endure it till it's over.

Yes, it was the Hound who chose to back off instead of sexually assaulting her but like... what? should I give him a medal? The "not as big of a piece of shit as you could have been" award?

And then the way she covers herself in his torn and discarded cloak? Like she's covering herself in the dregs of honour and tarnished remnants of an ideal. pft, if that ain't a metaphor for her arc. what remains of goodness in the hearts of men.

The bells! Victory call! yay.

"- And do you know who led the vanguard? Do you? Do you? Do you?" "Robb?" It was too much to be hoped, but... "It was Lord Renly! Lord Renly in his green armor, with the fires shimmering off his golden antlers! Lord Renly with his tall spear in hand! They say he killed Ser Guyard Morrigen himself in single combat, and a dozen other great knights as well. It was Renly, it was Renly, it was Renly! Oh! the banners, darling Sansa, OH! to be a knight!"

Bullshit!

First of all: he's DEAD

Second of all: Renly can't fight for shit! (I don't know if this is true, but it feels true... is him being afraid of blood book canon? or show only canon?)

Would not be surprised to find out it was Loras Tyrell in his lover's armour, enacting vengeance on his behalf as theatrically as possible.

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