#anyway I don't mean to be rude but I can't tell if you're joking or not anon

[pencilofawesomeness]

Just read death in the family and i am flabbergasted and appalled. how could you do this you absolute traitor. You had better eventually fix this

Idk if you are genuinely upset or not, but you look like it, so have a cookie and chill, fam. It's okay. It's just a story.

But sorry fam, this one stays sad. Nothing against Elfman, but this lets me tell the story I want to tell. Yelling at me isn't going to change that. If you don't like the fic, then this is where we part ways.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ xoxo, gossip girl!

content: leo valdez x reader, percy jackson x reader, jason grace x reader

╰┈▸ back cover: how would gossip sessions with them go?

warnings: cursing, rude humor??

librarian's annotations: doing this instead of requests um

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE

god hes probably talking shit more than u

"oh her? yeah she was such a bitch like no way she looked at you like that when i said i was so obviously taken!"

"and her hair? has she ever heard of a brush? like, if you're gonna come at my girlfriend, at least make yourself look better so you don't embarrass yourself. oh wait, you can't!"

probably laying on you as he does this, and starts squeezing you tightly

"because my girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world!"

awww that's cute right?

WRONG this man is so quick with his comebacks its actually insane

does NOT think before he speaks

doesnt hold back, even against you (booo why did ur gf privileges not apply to that)

"leo! can you like, move your fat ass off me?" you groan under him as he lays down with his dead weight on top of you.

"like the fat ass you don't have?"

were you silent or SILENCED

everytime you think he wouldnt take it that far?? oh he will go THERE (but he always makes sure u know hes joking)

doesnt want to invoke your wrath so he apologizes IMMEDIATELY

"fix your hair-"

"fix your face- IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO-"

*ੈ PERCY JACKSON

guys. we cant forget abt the OG SASSY MAN

also talking shit a whole lot more than he should

"uh, she needs to get her act together before she can start coming at others; like-" rolls his eyes for EMPHASIS "who does she think she is, talking to you like that?"

damn, who taught this man sass?

bro was BORN with it or smth

even outsasses you sometimes

if you tell him to get like a snack or something and hes in the mood to just lay down with you, he will huff SO loudly

"ugh, fine!"

gets you extra snacks anyway in case you want more (and drinks obviously)

SO SO INVESTED like he has the WHOLE story down

but sometimes mixes up the ppl if its been a while

"wait wait, so the library girl and the jock are dating?"

"the nerd and the library girl are dating, but the jock wanted library girl."

"that makes a lot of sense, actually."

has tea of his OWN because the sea knows everything apparently

"tobias told me-" percy started.

"who the fuck is tobias?"

"the turtle, duh. anyway, he said that this guy always takes girls to the beach on their first date, to make them fall in love with him or something. like, every single girl he's dated."

"...does that count as a manipulation tactic?"

*ੈ JASON GRACE

will be on your side no matter what

like if you end it with an "it is what it is"

um??? it is NOT what it is hello?

doesnt look like hes listening but hes paying attention to EVERYTHING

like hes "reading" a book but hes been on the same page for the entire time youve been talking

tries not to laugh at your rather creative insults, but sometimes you get a soft chuckle out of him

you take that as a win

once, you caught him listening through the door as you gossiped with piper over the phone

he was SO embarrassed omg

after that, you made sure to tell him all the tea as soon as you have it

"—and he cheated on her with her SISTER. who's like, three years younger than him! like, what the fuck? that's not even all he did!" you sit up, hands playing with the blanket. you think you see him lean a bit closer, as if wanting to hear more. "she fucked his brother in his room, like, her ex boyfriend's room for revenge! okay, that was a bitch move, but was it deserved?"

jason shrugged. "i'd say no one deserves to be cheated on, but he kinda did deserve it."

"exactly!"

[6ix9inewiturmom]

I Guess Youre Not a Tough Guy After All.. - Matthew Sturniolo

Summary: You and Matt had been friends for a while but what happens when you catch him staring at you? could you tear down his tough guy persona?

Warnings: SMUTTYY!! P in V, Sub!Matt, very soft Dom!FemReader, Praising, Begging, Spit mentioned, handjob ish, Oral (male receiving)

A/N: GUYSSSS THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT SUB MATT… i was scared of writing this at first but please let me know how this turned out, also i wrote this whole fic listening to Older by Isabel Larosa

Psa: USE UR OWN IDEAS DONT STEAL MINE.

Request: Yes by Anon

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Ever since 10th grade, The triplets and I have been attached at the hip. Everything we did was with each other, though we were all friends, we had a little family. Matt and I were closer than the rest of them but he's anti feelings so it's not like I could ever figure out how he felt anyway. His tough guy persona would be the absolute death of me.

Matt and I were watching a movie in the house alone because the triplets each decided they wanted to ‘venture’ out of being up each other's asses all the time. In my peripheral view, I catch Matts's eyes gleaming at me in a way he normally doesn't look at me causing me to look over and make him quickly shoot his head back towards the television. “Staring is rude Matthew,” I say smirking towards him.

“I hate when you call me that and you know it,” he says adjusting his lap “I wasn't staring at you, I was looking out the window towards our neighbors I thought someone was outside”

“Nice cover” I chuckle softly “but the window is more behind us than right beside me” I playfully wink.

“S-shut up, you know what I mean” he stutters out.

“Awe someone nervous now” I giggle softly nudging his shoulder “But you got a little drool on ya chin” I point at his chin.

He quickly wiped his chin checking for drool. “Fuck” he mutters “You know what,” he smirks shifting his body over and beginning to tickle me

I start laughing uncontrollably “Stop Matthew”

“Fine fine” he surrenders moving back to his original position “C-can I tell you something” he nervously says fiddling with his fingers.

“You know you can tell me anything” i shift my body so its facing him.

“I uh- fuck” he struggles to get his words out. “I like you…like more than an uh a friend would, you don't have to say anything back but um I thought I'd tell you before-” I cut him off by crawling on top of his lip and pressing my lips against his passionately.

I softly pull away “I like you too” I smile down at him as his gaze softens. “And I have liked you for a while”

“You- you have?” he stutters.

“wasn’t it obvious” I smile placing my hands on his chest

“Fuck” he breathes out leaning in and kissing me again “You have no idea what you to do to me Y/N” he mutters through the kiss.

My lips make their way down his neck softly nibbling at his soft skin making his breathing become heavier “please” he whispers.

“Please what pretty boy? Use your words love” i whisper back into his neck leaving soft purplish marks on his neck.

“Touch me, something, I- I can't take it,” he says grinding his hips against me.

I lean up smiling at him “You're such a pretty boy, I wish I told you more” I get off his lap placing myself between his legs and balancing on my knees. his gaze on me stayed persistent as I toyed with the hem of his sweatpants he had been lounging around in all day. He lifted his hips up allowing me to free his pent-up cock. I had never seen it before but I could tell all the “small dick” jokes he makes in fact were just jokes. My eyes lit up at it as it sprung free from his boxers with a bit of precum leaking from the tip.

“You see something that you like baby?” a cocky smirk is placed on his face.

I placed my bottom lip in my teeth and nodded. My tongue poked out of my mouth and kitty licked the tip making him groan and throw his head back. “Fuck” he says with almost a whimper in his voice.

My lips wrap around his cock as my head bobs up and down his thick shaft batting my eyelashes up at him with his head resting on the back of the couch as his legs start twitching. “C-close” he chokes out.

I hum in response while I take my hand and jerk the rest of his cock that doesn't fit in my mouth up and down and swirl my tongue around his tip. His hips jerk up as he releases his pent-up orgasm down my throat. “Fuck” he drags out “I've never finished t-that f-fast before” he stutters “That's how much control you have over me”

I bit my lip again smiling at the mess I made of him, I crawled back onto him once again placing a passionate kiss on his lips. “I need you” he mutters.

“How do you need me?” I tilt my head to the side a bit. “You can tell me” I send him a reassuring smile

“I-i-i need to be in you” his voice shakes

I smiled pulling my tank top over my head and shimmying my shorts off my legs throwing them off the couch and leaving me bare on top of him. I guess I chose the right day to wear absolutely nothing under my clothes. “You're so beautiful” he smiles up at me as I place my hands on his shoulders to support myself aligning himself with my desperate hole and slowly sinking down as I feel him touch the deepest part of me. “Oh Matt” I whimper.

My hips begin to work up and down his cock as the room fills with the sounds of my thighs hitting him, and our sounds of pleasure. My hands grip his shoulders for more support as I begin to move faster up and down.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me” he whimpers in my ear.

“You feel so good IN me,” I say as my head falls back and my hips glide my wet pussy all over him making not only me but him as well see stars.

I begin to bounce my hips up and down on his cock as his hands grip my love handles for support leaving crescent shaped dents in my skin.

“I'm so fucking close,” he says burying his head in my neck and softly sucking marks on my neck to hide his whimpers as he becomes closer to his edge.

“Me too pretty boy, hold on a few more alright?” I reassure him grabbing the back of his head in a soft way where I'm hugging him as my pace gets faster and sloppier as I get close myself.

“W-w-where can I finish” he stutters as I feel his legs give out beneath me.

“In me, please?” I say as I grind my hips down to allow him to feel deeper in me.

His hips jerk upwards, and his head goes back as a moan almost a whimper escapes his lips as he coats my walls white releasing into me.

Feeling his release into me made me go faster and harder onto him “S-s-sensitive” he hisses and within a few seconds a white ring formed around the base of his cock as my cum dripped down along his cock and I slowly pulled off of him and plopped down next to him.

“You did so good” I smiled moving the loose hair from his eyes back so I could see him better.

“Thank you” he blushed pulling me to his side “you don't understand how many nights in my life I dreamed of this moment” he breathed out.

“I guess you're not a tough guy after all eh?” i giggled softly trying to catch my breath from my previous orgasm.

“Oh shush,” he says flustered trying to cover his face

“You pretty when you blush Matthew,” I say lifting my head up and kissing his cheek making him get flustered a little more.

“I think we might wanna restart the movie” he chuckles “and that's definitely not the last time we're doing this either” he looks down at me smiling.

“And we might wanna get changed so Nick and Chris don't walk in on us” I nervously laugh

"Great idea," He exclaimed with laughter as we helped each other get dressed.

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A/N PT 2: SO this was supposed to be out earlier but the triplets went live on twitch and i spent the last 4 1/2 hours watching them and not finishing this LMFAO also i love writing sub matt.. LOWKEY WAS NOT A FAN OF SUB MATT BUT I LOVED IT 😫

[transmascaraa]

Idk how to write this but

Reader is so lost in being a people pleaser, they no longer defend themselves when being insulted

(like, someone saying "I wish you could just shut up and never speak again" to them seriously, and them clearly hurt, would still laugh as if what the person said was a joke etc)

🫶🫶

multiple characters headcannons!

you're a people-pleaser...

characters: lyney, gaming, tighnari x gn!reader

author's note: WHY ARE YOUR REQUESTS LITERALLY ME😭😭 i love them tho‼️ ENJOY READING<33 (random writing motivation smh)

☆ Lyney

-off-topic but the lucille font looks so beautiful with lyney's name

-ANYWAYS

-speaking from experience, people-pleasing sucks.

-and to overcome it, you need somebody's support, because you most likely won't be able to do it on your own.

-sometimes, it can only take a few kind words to break out of it.

-and he will be the one who will help you.

-since i hc him as a people-pleaser too, playing the role as the "big brother" to protect his siblings and please 'father' because he's occupied to do so,

-yes, he does genuinely care about his siblings, but he sometimes goes too far just to be sure.

-so, back to him helping you, he'll always remind you that you're your own person, that you're not alive to just please others.

-you don't owe them anything, so why do you do it?

-nonetheless he will give his all to praise you and remind you that you're perfect just the way you are, and that you shouldn't change for anyone except for yourself.

-sometimes, if you're about to make a choice you clearly don't want, he'll gladly choose for you and say that you're just indecisive.

-"you're hurting yourself for others, it's not good. you're you, unique."

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✯ Gaming

-similar to lyney, except for the fact that he isn't a people-pleaser himself.

-you probably wouldn't even need to tell him anything, he'd realize it on his own.

-your every single day would be filled with millions of praises about how you're unique on your own.

-how you shouldn't listen to others.

-how you only live once.

-soon enough, you'd probably break down to him many times about it(like you probably would to anyone)

-and when you've listened to his praises and reminders enough, you'd slowly get better and better at actually being yourself.

-yes, of course it would take some time, of course it can't happen overnight, but he'll wait.

-he'll be patient with you.

-he won't rush you.

-all he cares about is that in the end, you'd finally put an end to it.

-and trust me, it would come sooner than expected.

-"you're nobody's toy or puppet for them to play with. you're your own person, [name]."

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✿ Tighnari

-get ready for the biggest mom ever.

-he would realize on his own, not like he wouldn't notice you choosing to work for the whole night rather than rest, especially because it was requested by someone you hate.

-AND IT WAS SOMETHING OPTIONAL.

-he's not dumb, he will notice.

-he'll literally call you to the living room for some "serious talk" one day and it would actually get you worried.

-then, he will start lecturing you about it and how bad it is for you and your health.

-you actually start feeling bad for him... he cares about you so much and everything while you aren't even happy yourself... you let others walk over you while you laugh at the pain.

-once he realizes that you started feeling bad, he'll apologize for coming off as rude or mean, even if you confront him that it's okay afterwards.

-he'll start reminding you about all the reasons why you shouldn't do it, but he won't rush you, he'll let you take your time.

-it may take you a but longer, but it will come eventually.

-every morning, he will put a new quote on the bathroom mirror just for you.

-quotes as in "live laugh love", "keep on going!", "you can do it!", "be yourself!", etc.

-"you don't live to please anyone, no matter how important they are. you're just fine on your own."

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I LOVE THIS

writing motivation hits different fr

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT^^

| @keeyisbored | @mariaace <3

[420technoblazeit]

in my mind dean was always supposed to get older and become the new bobby. like ok you're a hunter, maybe a little new to the scene and still figuring things out. and you're tracking down a werewolf, easy case. except some things don't line up quite right and now you're thinking it might not actually be a werewolf. so you ask around a hunter's bar and they all say the same thing. go to this one bunker in the middle of nowhere in kansas

and you're like sure what the hell. you're stumped anyway, might as well check it out. maybe it's a weapons storehouse or something. but then you get there and there's a doorbell and a bee-shaped welcome mat out front and you're starting to think you've got the wrong place. the door swings open and there's this middle aged guy with a robe and batman pyjama bottoms. and he laughs at the look on your face and tells you to come in, he doesn't bite. not since he got that vampire cure, anyway. you're not sure what to make of that last part but he winks at you when he says it so you figure he's joking. maybe.

he gives great advice about hunting everything under the sun and if you stick around long enough he'll go on and on about how he saved the world at least five times. ok sure. you don't want to be rude so you just sit there and sip your coffee politely while he talks about some guy called chuck and how much of a bitch he is. and another guy who's aged a little more gracefully comes padding down the hallway in a metallica t-shirt and rolls his eyes. has he told you about tvland yet? ('i was just getting to that part!')

if you go to the basement you'll find shotguns filled with salt, wooden stakes, holy water, and demon-killing bullets for sale. and if you're lucky the witch who sells hex bags might be around. low-grade curses only, of course. you better leave the powerful stuff to the professionals. and she'll get in trouble if she gives you anything stronger, not that she can't be persuaded. a girl's gotta make a living after all and she's always encouraged eager new witches. it's worked out pretty well for her so far. and then a guy you swear is twice your height will raise an eyebrow at her and insist she only sell the weaker hex bags, please. you don't need any more witches in your coven, rowena. you've got plenty

pagan god giving you trouble? there's a man who swings by every once in a while who knows how to deal with those. give him some candy or a fun magic relic and he might help you out. it depends. he's a little picky about dishing out advice and he likes to play favorites. and if you've got a demon problem they can give you the number of a guy who swears up and down that he used to be the king of hell. but you've seen him walking around with a purse-sized terrier tucked under his arm and a dozen more following him so you're not really sure if you believe him

idk i like to think that dean got to grow old and retire. that doesn't mean he stops helping people, it just means he hangs up his coat and becomes an old man who rambles on and on about 'back in my day' and makes a dent in his leather armchair. there's a foosball table where the dungeon used to be and sam complains about beer bottles being everywhere and it becomes a safe haven for anyone still fighting the good fight. it's just that for dean and the rest of team free will the fight is over. they're done hunting now

[cinniipuppiii]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy? Thank you!

Relationship HCs with Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy! (SEPERATE)

Includes:....Cana, Lisanna, Lucy, and GN Reader (a bit of fem reader pictured, but it's not stated.)

Let's be real, there's NO way you can match her when it comes to drinking.

If you can, you're like a godsend to her.

Anyways. She's protective and easily jealous when it comes to you.

Like, someone could look at you the wrong way and she'd be like: "You got a problem??"

She tells you what the cards say about you two because she gets excited.

She's chaotic and you love her for it. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't!

She always has an arm wrapped around you. She just loves feeling your skin against hers.

She's a big spoon for sure. She just loves hugging you tight.

She will ALWAYS fight with you and go on missions with you. You two are a duo that NO ONE can break up.

She calls you things like: "Dollface", "Doll", and "Darling".

She does anything to see you get red in the face. She finds it so adorable.

Be prepared to be shown off EVERYWHERE. She loves showing you off because of how special you are to her.

She'd be the type to have rudely sweet advice. Like, she'd tell you that you're fucking stupid for thinking you're ugly, but mean it affectionately.

Your clothes are hers, but her clothes are hers.

She's the man of the relationship, even if you're amab or afab. She don't care.

She's very similar to her sister. She's just the cutest girlfriend.

She's not jealous because she trusts you, but she does defend you no matter what.

If you're wrong, she will let you know in the kindest way possible.

There's no arguing with her. She's too sweet to let it go that far.

She brought you to her siblings the first week you two were dating to see if they liked you.

They did, which made her happy.

She called you thins like: "Sweetheart", "Love", and "Honey".

You two got promise rings!!

She was the little spoon!! She loved feeling your arms around her. It made her feel so safe.

When she passed, you put her promise ring on your left hand while yours was on the right.

You never got into another relationship after her. You felt as if it would disrespect her, seeing as how you both planned on getting married.

You visit her grave every day since she died. You clean it and bring new flowers everytime. You talk to her as if she's still there.

You know she's gone, but you can't help but hold her near and dear to your heart.

You know she's watching over you. You stay strong, for her sake and her siblings' sake.

CONSTANT sleepovers. You basically live with her at this point.

She's more of a gift kind of person. She prefers spoiling you to show her affection. That and quality time.

You two plan out dates whenever you're free. Movie dates, picnic dates, watching the stars dates, etc. Nothing is out of the picture!

She's the little spoon. She likes when you hold her, since she feels safe with you.

She's a little awkward when it comes to initating pda, so you're usually the one who does it first.

You're her protector. You fight for her no matter what and she loves you for it.

She's the one who patches your wounds and calls you an idiot for being reckless.

Her spirits LOVE you. Even Aquarius is nice to you, which surprises the hell out of Lucy.

When Aquarius first met you, she interrogated the hell out of you.

Eventually, she came to like you and actually congratulated Lucy on pulling.

You were the first to read her book, sorry Levy!!

She trusts you with her life.

She calls you things like: "Babe", "Darling", and "Idiot".

She's definitely rude. But like, in the way you can tell she cares deeply about you and is just joking around.

[authormars]

how do you think the brothers would react to catching mc smoking weed/being high? I've always wondered what they would think and if they were to smoke it if it'd effect them. just curious, thank you for reading!

(sorry if you don't feel comfortable with this request, feel free to ignore if so

No, I'm perfectly fine to answer! I can also incorporate some of my own world-building headcanons.

So, most human world drugs work on demons, just without the bad effects. For example, (in my headcanon) Lucifer smokes. It doesn't do anything harmful to him, it just relaxes him (and obviously its addictive)

Anyways, continuing with the actual prompt

Lucifer

Let's get something straight. Lucifer is a very big hypocrite. He knows he's a hypocrite. This doesn't stop him from being a hypocrite.

That being said, when he finds out, he is not happy. Your fragile human body can't take that! Are you trying to hurt yourself, MC? Why don't you just go and provoke Satan! It'll have the same effect!

Lucifer is very protective over you. He considers you as important as his family. So when he finds out you're using drugs - which he knows are harmful to humans, don't try and lie to him - he immediately tries to put an end to it.

He's relieved you aren't using something extremely harmful (like some of the party drugs Asmo does) but at the same time, probably don't let it be known you're high around him, lest you be caught up in a lecture.

(that's not to say he doesn't get high himself, but I did say he was a hypocrite)

Mammon

The first time, Mammon doesn't realize you're high. He just thinks you have some curse put on you or you didn't sleep enough.

The second time... still doesn't notice. If you're just high around him, he'll probably be oblivious to it for the first five times it happens. But if he catches you getting high?

Mammon is also protective. He doesn't want his human being hurt! But Mammon also gets high. And unlike Lucifer, he's not a constant hypocrite. So he won't reprimand you, but he may be like "Ya know that's dangerous fer humans, right?"

After a while, as long as it's not using it a lot (to which he will report you to Lucifer for your own safety) he may offer to get high with you.

Leviathan

Ah, Levi. When you're high around him, he notices the signs. He's been around Mammon and Asmo when they're high. Will he say anything? Absolutely not! He's not a tattletale! (Unless he catches you with Mammon, in which case he will immediately report you)

Levi doesn't get high and only ever intakes drugs when he accidentally eats Mammon's pot brownies that he sells. He's a bit to anxious to ask you straight up if you're high (cause what if you're not and he's just being rude?)

If you offer to get high with him (because he will not offer) he may give in, depending on how close you are. But eventually he'll crack and tell Lucifer.

Levi doesn't want you to harm yourself (and will get Mammon in trouble when he can)

Satan

Satan is a strange case. He noticed the first time, but he didn't tell Lucifer (if that old man didn't notice, jokes on him) That doesn't mean he won't approach you to ask if you're high. (Even if you lie, he can smell the weed on you MC, demons have strong noses you know)

Satan disapproves mostly, constantly reminding you of the bad effects of getting high are. If he views it as using it to much, eventually he'll report to Lucifer (even if he doesn't want to)

Satan will not get high with you, do not ask. He's much more content to just read with you because that's what relaxes him, why can't it relax you? Disapproves the most (without being a hypocrite)

Asmodeus

Asmo is also a strange case. He knew you were high the first time you were around him and immediately asked you what you had done, what you wanted to try, brought stashes out of various hidden corners because "Sol and I are always trying new things and Mammon hides the drugs he sells in here. Nothing special, darling!"

Asmo will get high with you and will introduce you to demon drugs (not knowing if they're harmful or not) Thankfully, your guard dog and the actually smart one with stop him before it goes too far.

Asmo is overjoyed because he doesn't have anyone he gets high with besides random demons (and they're not as much fun as you)

Beelzebub

Beel is one of the brothers that doesn't do drugs. He's been high before after eating nearly an entire plate of pot brownies Mammon left to cool in the kitchen. (That was an experience, let me tell you)

Once he finds out (which one of the brothers will have to tell him or you will) he sort of frowns and goes "But Satan says that's harmful for human bodies. Are you okay, MC? Do you need a hug?"

He won't get high with you, but he's fine to be there while you're high (unlike Satan) He'll report harmful usage to Lucifer (and unharmful usage, normally he'll just tell Lucifer if you're high) Doesn't disapprove, but will check up on you if you start using it more to make sure you're still okay

Belphegor

Doesn't notice for the longest time. You could be high around him, get high around him, smell really strongly of weed and he won't notice. Probably the last to find out besides maybe Beel.

Will get high with you, but doesn't really use drugs outside of using them with you. He can sleep just fine and he doesn't really need that euphoria so what is he getting out of it other than time with you?

Belphie doesn't use drugs but will also never report you getting high to Lucifer. (Fuck that old man)

Thank you for your ask, as always! Feel free to request headcanons or fic ideas, I'm always bored and need something to do. Remember to drink water!

I can do the undateables next, if anyone wishes

[vxnillsstuff]

Just saw your prismo headcount and LOVED THEM!!! Could you maybe do a little fic or headcanons (I don't mind) with a gen!neutral reader that can turn 2D? So they can interact with Prismo 'n stuff? Idk I think it just sounds cute :>

"In all your forms..." - Prismo (Fionna and Cake) X GN!Reader

NOTE: Thank you for the request and compliment! Question (for anyone who reads the notes... Would you guys like if I streamed on Twitch while I write or have a Discord server? I know some people enjoy that kind of community. LMK! Also, sorry if this writing is a little weird, i'm working on my PC.

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You. You are an intern for the not-so-magical wishmaster, Prismo. You had been an intern for about... 50 years now actually! You wouldn't say you were extremely thrilled with being his intern, but hey; At least you weren't floating in the middle of the universe, slowly disintegrating.

You could go on and on about all the things that made you upset about him. His stubble, his messiness, his handsome face-

ANYWAYS! Ever since you got the job as "wishmaker intern", you've had the weird power to become 2D. Not the most favorable thing in the world but it made your job a little easier when it came to working with Prismo.

You were sitting in the time room politely while Prismo clicks through all the channels like he always does. "When will I ever get to use the remote?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Maybe in a couple hundred years." Prismo says, a smug look on his face. You roll your eyes and scoot closer to him to see what he's doing. "You know... You're kind of a prick." You say, looking away from him.

He scoffs. "You could be floating around space right now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah yeah..." You say, glancing down at his thumbs as they flip through the channels. "Do you always have to be... I dunno... 2D?"

"What?" Prismo responds, slightly glancing in your direction,

"Can you be like... 3D?" You respond, feeling the tension growing in the air.

"Yeah but I don't like it..."

"Oh..."

You two sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Do you.. like me? Like... A coworker." He blurts, breaking the silence and putting the remote down.

"Wha- I mean, I guess." You say, looking over at Prismo.

He makes eye contact with you, making you tense up a bit.

"Then why do you always have an attitude?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You are silent.

"Exactly."

You didn't know why you were always so rude to him. Maybe it is a defense to your underlying feelings. You shiver at the thought of these feelings and it almost makes you feel sick.

"I can see right through you..." He says gently, his eyes piercing through you.

"Wha-"

He chuckles as if he isn't feeling anything. "You want to hate me, but you can't." He says.

What do you say to that? It's true. You feel cornered.

"Prismo.." You shutter out. He just... Laughs.

"You like like me!" He says, still laughing.

"Prismo stop- This is mean." You say, a blush spreading across your face.

"When did I say i didn't like you too?"

The words falling out of his mouth making you feel stunned. Is it a trick? A joke? You couldn't tell. Your heart felt naked and exposed with all of this emotion. You want to cry but, you wouldn't. At least, you wouldn't let him see you do so.

"I like you." Prismo says. He isn't joking. He isn't joking or tricking you. It is pure emotion.

There is a gentle silence.

"I like you too... I think i'd always like you... No matter the universe. I'd like you in all your forms." You say, feeling all the emotion that has been pent up within your heart release. Tears roll down your face but, you quickly try to wipe them up.

He smiles and helps wipe your tears. Being 2D made things easier, that's for sure.

"50 years..." He says, giggling.

You giggle with him, holding your hands together.

With him, time is forever. Time is now. There is no expectation other than one; that he will be there forever. A crush so childlike. So pure and undiluted. Just liking each other. Liking the presence of another.

"So... What now?" You say.

TO BE CONTINUED (IF WANTED)....

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[goose-duck]

My Little Brother

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Remember how Dante and Laurence were left at My Street when everyone was at Starlight? The Shadow Knights were also not at Starlight, so, this is how I imagine Gene reacted to Dante losing his mind a bit

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"Dante hasn't called me in a while...that's strange for him, he usually calls at least once a week to tell me something.” Gene worriedly states to Sasha. Sasha just shrugs, “He's probably busy or something. Didn't he and the others go to that paradise island or something?” She sounds so sure of it that Gene almost calms down, he shakes it head though, “No…he'd call. No matter how busy he is that guy always has something to tell me about. Something’s wrong.” Sasha just groans in response, not wanting to deal with Gene’s stressed mood right now. “Whatever.” She quickly responds, making it clear she doesn't overly care. Gene gives her an annoyed look and lets out a huff, “I get that you don't think it's a big deal, but he's my little brother, I'm worried! Can't you understand that?” Gene sounds almost desperate to have her understand, he'd already talked to Zenix and he just didn't really get it, despite his best efforts. “Gene, listen. I haven't even had breakfast yet. If you're so worried why don't you go talk to Laurence? He's got siblings, maybe he'll understand.” Sasha just wants Gene out of her hair and that's very clear in her tone. “Laurence? Really?” Gene deadpans. “Who else are you gonna talk to? Everyone else left.” Sasha responds. “ugh! Fine.” Gene groans out and leaves the house, slamming the door.

Gene doesn't hate Laurence, not anymore at least, but that doesn't mean he likes the guy either. Gene begrudgingly walks over to Laurence’s house and rings the doorbell. He can hear someone walking to the door slowly, Laurence must have just woken up…maybe he'd woken him up? Whatever. Laurence opens the door, still in his pajamas, his hair a mess and some drool on his chin. “Gene? What are you doing here? And why so early in the morning? What do you want?” Laurence sounds annoyed, confused and tired. The way Laurence talks makes Gene a bit nervous, he doesn't want to bother Laurence, not when he's so obviously just woken up, but he needs advice. “Hey, buddy…” Gene nervously gets out, scratching the back of his head, a nervous habit. Gene quickly continues when Laurence gives him a confused look, “so um…I haven't heard from Dante in a while…you wouldn't happen to know how he's doing?” The expression on Laurence’s face tells Gene immediately something's wrong, Laurence looks irritated but also understanding. Laurence sighs, “come in, I made tea.”

Laurence moves out of the way of the door and Gene awkwardly steps into his house, feeling like he's not supposed to be there despite being invited in. Gene takes a few more steps in, taking off his shoes as he notices Laurence isn't wearing any and he doesn't want to be rude. Laurence closes the door, keeping the warm air out of his air conditioned house. It's cool, but not so cold you'd need a sweater, it's comfortable. Laurence walks over to the pot of tea and grabs two cups, “want the red or the green?” he politely asks his unexpected guest. “oh..uh, red?” Gene answers quietly. Laurence giggles under his breath, “how'd I know?” Gene snickers a little too, “guess I really am predictable.” “Yes, Edgy Mc Edge Lord.” Laurence jokes. Gene rolls his eyes but smiles, happy that the slight awkward tension has now simmered down at their friendly banter.

Gene sees a blue teacup, very fancy and traditional looking, he figures it belongs to Garroth but decides to make light conversation by asking anyway. “Hey, Laurence?” Gene asks. Laurence hums in response, “yeah?” “who's tea cup is that? It's so…fancy.” Gene asks, trying to be nice about the eccentric cup. “I'll give you two guesses.” Laurence jokes. “Garroth?” Gene asks the obvious. “yup” Laurence responds, looking at the strange blue cup with a soft smile before letting out a sigh, “I miss him…” Laurence has a sad but loving look on his face. “you really care about him, don't you?” Gene asks, giving Laurence a soft smile. Laurence smiles a bit, closing his eyes like he's imagining Garroth’s face, his dorky, crooked smile, “yeah, I do…” he softly whispers out, opening his eyes, still softly looking at that blue tea cup. Laurence shakes his head with a soft giggle, “that man…that strange tea cup…he bought it when we first started living together. He refuses to use it for anything other than tea.” “sounds like Garroth” Gene responds, deciding to lean into Laurence’s clear love and admiration for Garroth. “it really does.” Laurence sighs again before getting more serious, “so, back to why you're here?” Gene nods, “yeah.”

Laurence sets the cups down, the red one in front of Gene and the Green one in front of himself, sitting down at the dining room table. “you can sit you know…you might actually want to for this.” Laurnce gives Gene a worried yet kind look. Gene sits down across from Laurence, “that doesn't sound great…so, what's going on with Dante? How's my little brother doing?” Gene gives Laurence a worried, desperate look. Laurence sighs, “he didn't go to the island with the others…he was supposed to…but…” Laurence trails off. “they forgot him..?” Gene finishes Lauence’s sentence for him. Laurence nods quietly, “yeah. He's still here.” “so why haven't I heard from him?” Gene asks, now having more questions than answers. “Well…he feels abandoned…he kinda went a little crazy…he's got pillows with everyone's faces on them and he won't talk to me…like he doesn't know I exist…he thinks he's completely alone.” Laurence tells Gene the truth, knowing even though it's not good, Gene would prefer the truth than a lie that might make him feel better for a few hours. “I- he- is he- of course he's not okay…what do I do?” Gene holds his cup tightly, extremely worried for his little brother now. Laurence shakes his head sadly, “I'm not sure…” Gene just sighs, finishing up his tea and leaving Laurnces house after thanking him.

Gene decides to go to Dante’s house and see just how bad this is…and maybe talk some sense into him…maybe his brother will know he's real..? He goes to the door, ringing the bell. No answer. He rings it a few more times without answer. He gets annoyed and knocks on the door. The door just opens after the first knock, no one's there though meaning the door was just left open. Gene walks in nervously looking around, he starts looking for Dante, first checking the obvious rooms, the living room, kitchen and Dante’s room. He doesn't find Dante though. Gene then decides to check outside, he sees a few pillows with faces but no Dante. Gene then hears a noise fr Travis’ room. He quickly rushes to Travis’ room, swinging the door open aggressively before stoping and staring at his brother, holding a Travis pillow and crying. “Dante..?” Gene softly whispers out, reaching a hand out for his brother. Dante jumps at the sound of his name and looks at Gene like a scared puppy, “G-Gene..?” Dante mumbles out. “Hey…hey…it's me…it's Gene…it's your big brother…” Gene gently rests a hand on Dante’s head slowly moving it down to cup his little brother’s cheek, “hey, buddy…what's…um…what's going on here..?” Gene looks to the pillow then back at his brother’s sad, tired, tear filled eyes. “h-huh..?” Dante mumbles out, “th-this…is…it's Travis…yeah…this is Travis…it's Travis…Travis…” Dante continues to mumble about Travis to himself. Gene gets more worried seeing this, “Dante, buddy…that's a pillow…” Gene whispers to his brother. “No!! It's Travis! He's still here! He didn't leave me!!” Dante gets defensive, holding the pillow tightly to his chest and pulling away from Gene.

Gene sighs, begrudgingly agrees with Dante, not wanting to have his brother pull away from him like that again, “okay…okay…it's Travis…um…so…how have you been doing, Dante?” Gene sounds horribly nervous, he is, he's never seen his brother like this before. Dante calms down a bit having his delusions reinforced by another person, “oh! Me and my friends just had a big pool party! It's was so fun!” Dante starts to ramble about the “pool party” he had with his “friends”. Gene’s awkard smile slowly melts into a distressed frown as his brother continues to tell him about his recent “adventures” with his friends. Gene cuts Dante off, trying to act normal, “okay buddy, how about you call me and tell me about that later? It's been a while since you've called…” “oh? Has it been? Sorry! Been so busy! I'll call you on the weekend!” Dante says sounding disappointed in himself for not calling his brother for a while. Gene decides to make it a bit easier for Dante, “how about you call me every Sunday at 12? Does that sound good? Even if all you have to say is “hello” I still want you to call” “okay!” Dante responds with a smile.

“hey, bud?” Gene asks softly, “can I have a hug?” Dante nods quickly and wraps his arms around Gene. Gene hugs back, holding his brother like he may never see him again, “take care of yourself, okay? I get it might be hard right now, but please…just…stay alive…I want to be able to see you again.” Dante giggles, not understanding the severity of the situation right now, “obviously! I have to stay in shape for the ladies” Gene lets out a soft genuine laugh at his brother’s antics, “yeah, yeah, whatever you say little brother.” Gene smiles at Dante, just happy to see that even if he's not okay, he's still here. He'll have to find some way to help his brother, but for now just being there, being a real physical person Dante isn't ignoring is probably good enough for today. “I love you, little brother” Gene mumbles into Dante’s blue hair. “I love you too, Gene!” Dante hugs Gene a little tighter, happy to see his brother, even if he isn't consciously aware of the reason why.

[agentlizardofowca]

For the fic ask game may I ask for ✄ DVD BONUS for Let's All Assume the Worst please and thank you and please 🙏

- TesIsAMess

Deleted scene for Let's all assume the worst.

Post credit scene with Lawrence, because I am in love with him.

Only cowards hide out in their rooms for more than a few hours. So, after a day of hiding out, Perry ventured back into the house. Making eye contact with anyone (except Phineas) was awkward, because they all looked at him like they knew his darkest secrets now.

Every time someone's eyes trailed to the vague remains of the bruises on his neck, Perry had a strong urge to rub at them.

The boys were in bed, Candace was playing the ducky m(o)mo-rpg in her bedroom, Linda was at after-dark-cooking-class (he still wasn't sure what that meant,) and Lawrence was chilling on the couch, watching whatever movie was playing on channel 5.

It couldn't be awkward between them, Perry would rather die than be awkward around Lawrence. So he pulled up his socks and sank into the couch beside him.

For twenty-three seconds they watched the movie in silence.

"Do you remember, when I said you could tell me everything?" Lawrence asked as he struggled himself into a less skewed position. He was halfway between lying down and leaning on his side. It was amazing because this pose did the impossible: Lawrence was perpetually chinless, but in this pose, he somehow had a double chin anyway.

Perry nodded as he recalled the exact moment Lawrence alluded to.

"And then you signed I can't tell you anything. I'm mute Lawrence, don't be rude." Lawrence grumbled in the deep voice he used to impersonate Perry, as Perry half-assed the same signs just like he'd done all those years ago.

Lawrence turned his head and looked at him with a lopsided smile. "I didn't mean it. Please don't tell me everything."

Perry chuckled a little and stuck his feet under Lawrence's back, just to bully him.

「There is so much you don't know,」 Perry signed with a smile that threatened to tell him more, even if he had no intentions of telling Lawrence about his recreational interests.

"Perry stop now, please."

「I was tied up just a few days ago.」 Not a lie, but context really made a big difference.

"Perry!" Lawrence repeated, this time more desperately.

「Nice and tight,」 Perry signed with snappy movement.

"Perry, please you're killing me."

With the heel of his socked foot, Perry pressed into Lawrence's thigh. 「I'm joking. But. We're both adults, right?」

"We are."

「So it's no big deal.」 Perry hoped this might end it.

"It kinda is when you walk around with a bruise like that."

Perry huffed, resettled so he could look at Lawrence directly, and leaned in close, almost menacingly.

「I did not pretend to be mute and deaf when you started dating again, for you to be this weird about this now.」 And Perry gestured at his neck.

On the other end of the couch, Lawrence was suddenly a little pale and a little sweaty. "You heard us?"

「Sure did Daddy.」

Lawrence groaned and sank into the couch cushions as if wanted them to swallow him as Perry barked out laughter like an elderly hyena.

They didn't hear the front door opening, so they were caught off guard when Linda's voice sounded behind them.

"Now what are you two laughing about?"

They both whipped their heads around in surprise. Perry recovered first, and he climbed up on the backrest of the couch to try and sign, but Lawrence was almost as quick, and he wrapped both hands around Perry's waist and pulled him backwards.

Perry was now unable to sign because his arms were helicoptered wildly to try and stay upright. When he failed, both men tumbled to the floor, where they lay in a giggling heap.

Near the front door, Linda sighed and mumbled "boys will be boys," in a fond voice. She let them be.

On the floor, the two men tried to stop laughing, but every time they made eye contact they started up again.

Eventually, they returned to the couch, had a drink, and fought over the remote.

Perry insisted they watch myth busters, but before the first episode ended he had fallen asleep on Lawrence's shoulder.

Things were no longer awkward.

[joanofexys]

Hi! Sorry for randomly dropping anon into ur inbox, but I’m kind of in love with ur oc’s and I was wondering if you could tell me more abt Ilya? Ik u said they’re just some guy from Penn state and for some reason that really intrigues me lol.

Never apologize I love anons and I'm so flattered you like my little guys. Also sorry this is gonna take a minute and there will be many typos cause I'm typing one handed on my laptop while eating an icecream/my cat tries to steal my icecream bar, not that you needed that info

ANYWAY litte recap on Ilya:

22 years old

5'5

he/they, transman

youngest of 4, has all sisters

Played for Penn State

Now plays for Olympic Court

Goalie

Number 7

I haven't decided on what he majored in yet

Yeah he really is just some guy. He's the only athlete really in his family. One of his older sisters ran track in high school, but otherwise their family is full of musician. Dad is a middle school orchestra teacher, mom is a music professor, his sisters all went into the arts. He can play a, quite frankly, ridiculous amount of instruments and he enjoys them all but he's not particularly passionate about it.

His parents signed him up for little league exy because he saw exy on the tv once and wouldn't shut up about it/was begging them to play. His parents just wanted all of their kids to be happy so they caved very quickly and Ilya developed an intense passion for the sport that obviously never went away.

Ilya's oldest sister (Liliya) is 7 years older than him, the other one 4 years older (Kateryna or just Kat), and the sister after (Tanya) that only a year and a half older. They're all incredibly close despite any age gaps while also very much having a dynamic of lovingly bullying each other

Ilya kind of always knew he was trans and they were always in a safe space to express it. His parents used to joke that they had "3 girls and an Ilya" and they didn't even bat an eye when as a kid he went straight for the "boys clothes" and asked to be called a prince instead of a princess and only responded to being called a boy. At school it was different, in elementary school other kids didn't care but the teachers could be weird about it, and then as a teen other kids started getting mean about it. But his parents and their sisters were always accepting and they filled their house with enough love that Ilya never thought about being closeted or pretending to be someone he wasn't.

He gets recruited to Penn State's team as their starting goalkeeper as an openly trans athlete. His team's respectful for the most part. There are some people who just don't seem to get it, but they're never outright rude or transphobic to him. There are sometimes snide remarks and something Not Cool said on accident and Ilya is always quick to correct it and most of his teammates are decent enough to apologize and try to do better

And he talks A Lot about being a trans and generally queer athlete. He's happy to be one of those people out and proud for everyone who can't be. Ilya has always, unapologetically, taken up space. Not even focused on his queerness, just in the way he exists as a person. If he's in a room you're going to know he's there and you're probably going to know their every thought as well.

They care a lot and they take everything to heart. They're very much a "don't cry cause you'll make me cry" type of person. He's much more willing to take on people's pain and share their burdens than he probably should be.

And he has zero filter. While he's absolutely paving the way as a queer athlete and he has a lot to say to the press about that his press time also has to be limited because he will just say shit. He has insulted other teams, insulted specific players, shared information that he definitely shouldn't have, said "fuck" on camera too often to keep count, and a lot more. He is keeping the Penn State vs Edgar Allan Ravens twitter discourse alive and well with all the shit that comes out of his mouth

He makes his best friend his junior year. She's a sophomore named Alice and she's a defensive dealer. Her sophomore year she comes as trans, MTF, and Ilya is the first person she tells becuase he's one of the only queer people she knows. After that they're pretty much attached at the hip and Ilya would kill and die for her. Her family isn't super accepting so he takes her home with him for the holidays. His family becomes hers and they're more than happy to add one more girl to the family.

Ilya makes court right after he graduates and it's with Jude, Em, Mara, Florian. you know the drill at this point. They're the ones I never shut up about. And I think I'll largely be repeating myself and I don't want to be annoying with that so we'll stop there

Some other fun things about Ilya though:

he never learned how to ride a bike. he will never ride a bike. fuck no (he fell over and scraped his knee once and despite all the balls to the head playing exy that was his breaking point for some reason and he never got on a bike again)

he's a cat person

he teaches Florian ASL and it's the main they talk to each other cause Florian likes to go nonverbal

they were such a huge fan of Jude it took everything in them to not be starstruck when the two first met

the two instruments they stuck with were the violin and the piano

they have an addiction to strawberries

is almost always playing jazz music on a vinyl when they're home/have people over

he has a shitty autograph and Flor has begged him to "get better handwriting" since he signs so much stuff but he's fine with it being an unreadable disaster (Florian's autograph in comparison is gorgeous)

he is an unapologetic foxes stan after they win finals

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

☆ i will be referring to this conflict as i/p as shorthand for israel/palestine. I recognize the war is between Israel and hamas im just using this term because its short and its common enough that people will get what I mean.

saw a video of a woman with a text overlaid with something about how something was finally over. I think she might have used the term war i just can't remember and I didnt save it even though I shouldve. point is something bad in her life had ended and she looked absolutely relieved and overjoyed and you could quite literally see a weight being lifted off her. whatever actually ended (there were no specifics) was clearly enough of a stressor that it felt incredible when it was done.

anyway there was nothing in the post nor the caption imply that this was about i/p. yet nearly all the comments were like "wait I thought this was about palestine" or "I thought palestine won" "you're misleading us" and other things of that sort.

first of all, how rude do you need to be to see someone celebrating and then get angry that they're not happy about the "correct" thing. how can you be so separated from human emotion that the simple expression of joy and relief is foreign to you. not saying you can't have false assumptions its totally normal to look at something online and have to reread it bc its about a totally different topic than you originally thought. what is messed up is saying the creator has to talk about palestine instead of her own accomplishments because they misunderstood her post. not because she mislead anyone on purpose or anything like that just because of a simple misunderstanding. she did not hurt a single person by making this post and yet instead of just congratulating her and making a little joke about misreading, they are acting as if she is a horrible person because she's not talking about palestine in this specific post.

second of all, this just shows how little people get their information from reliable sources. if the war ended and you were informed by a random post on Instagram because you do not look at anything besides that for information, then you probably haven't learnt enough to be discussing this conflict. of course you're gonna get info on social media that's just how the internet works. you just don't get big news from here without checking it because there's a decent chance its wrong. people lie all the time, people hide facts, and tbh social media politics are like a shitty worldwide game of telephone. if this woman actually was saying the i/p war ended, would these commenters have taken her word and assumed she was telling the truth?? would they have even looked at a single reliable source to see that it hasn't ended?? or are influencers somehow valid news sources now??

point is yall need to find shit to do outside of i/p and start focusing on your own lives and leave women who are just existing the fuck alone. also learn how to find reliable sources it is really scary how little some of yall know about that. I feel like I should proofread this i just am getting pins and needles in my hand so that's just not happening

[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc/Lewis Hamilton

Title: Sexual tension

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Lewis Hamilton

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Pierre Gasly 

Prompt: After the disqualified from the race Leclerc and Hamilton hang out the get rid of disappointment, but it didn’t work, so Leclerc decided to use Hamilton till the control his temper and cheer up. Top Leclerc.

"This is the most depressing party, I have ever attended." Charles shots whatever the fuck it was in his glass. He keeps drinking, drink after drink he's getting drunker but the feeling of disappointment, won't fuck off.

"Why are you so angry? You only finished 6th anyway, I was second." Lewis is stone cold sober and looks deep into Charles' eyes while speaking. He doesn't even raise his voice but it sends shivers down Charles' spine. "Why are you not, angry?"

Lewis laughs. "I'm am Charles, that would have practically scored us second in the constructors but instead i'm at a pity party with said rival, who clearly needs to release some sexual tension."

Wait, what? Charles chokes on tequila, he had just been chugging. "What do you mean by that?" Lewis looks him up and down with an eyebrow raised. "You don't fuck people do you?"

That's just rude, Charles does fuck people thank you very much. He was with Pierre only two days ago actually. He's about to tell Lewis this, when the Brit smirks, it's like he can read Charles' thoughts. "Bottoming every time doesn't count."

"But I am a bottom?" Lewis takes another sip of his water, his eyes still not leaving Charles'. "I get Charles, being a bottom is good fun, I like it too, sometimes but bottoming every time doesn't help with the sexual frustration."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Lewis every slowly drains his glass before speaking again. "Sorry I thought I was clearer, you need to let out your sexual frustration and I said I like bottoming."

"You're letting me top?" Charles drains the remainder of drink. "Scratch that, you're letting me fuck you." Lewis doesn't say anything, just stands up, taking Charles by the hand and pulling him outside into a near a taxi. Charles has to keep his legs crossed the entire taxi journey to keep his embarrassing boner at bay.

Charles only starts to feel nervous once they get back to Lewis' hotel room. The Brit lays himself out on the bed, fully clothed apart from his shirt, which he had neatly folded over a nearby chair. Charles just stands there staring, is he supposed to just go all out or what?

"What are you waiting for Charles, Christmas?" Right. Still very confused and nervous Charles climbs up onto the bed and sits down besides Lewis.

"This is free use Charles, do what you want. Go wild." Charles takes a deep breath and straddles Lewis' waist. This should be easy, just do exactly what Charles would like to receive in this situation.

Charles leans forward and peppers little kisses against Lewis' neck, until he gets to the sensitive parts and sucks little marks onto his skin. He keeps going, covering every inch, enjoying the small little moan he gets from Lewis in response.

"Use these." Lewis reaches over and takes two pairs of handcuffs from the nightstand. Charles weighs them up, the standard sex kind, pink and fluffy. Why does Lewis even have these? That being said, it doesn't stop Charles' securing both his wrists to the headboard.

"Now you're all mine, and I can do whatever I want." Charles can't keep the smile off his face, from his joke. He rubs his ass against Lewis' hardening cock, he'd love to feel it inside of him, filling him up.

"That's exactly what you are supposed to do Charles, now stop being a tease and get on with it." Oooh Lewis is losing his composure already.

It's only now Charles has fully settled into his dominant roll that he realises, they are both fully clothed other than Lewis' shirt. "You're so hot Lewis, I feel so privileged to get this opportunity." Lewis can't help but giggle. "It's funny George said the same thing."

Charles wastes no time getting stuck in and licks a stripe from Lewis' chest, down to his belly button. The back up to where his nipples are. Lewis whines as Charles sucks a nipple into his mouth and gently bites the sensitive little nub.  

"Come on man, I didn't expect you to be such tease." Charles giggles and finds his most dominant voice. "You are so impatient Lewis, good things come to those who wait."

Lewis rolls his eyes and just watches as Charles squats over Lewis' legs, then digs his fingers into the waist band of his own jeans and boxer shorts and slowly lowers them . The angle is awkward but he successfully manages to take them off and toss them into a pile on the floor.

Charles' embarrassing and very hard cock springs free and slaps against his stomach, very happy to be freed from its cotton prison. His tip is already glistening with pre cum.

"Is there anything you don't want to do, Lewis?"Charles takes his hard cock into his hand and gives it a few light strokes, just to take the edge off a little bit, but quickly forces himself to stop.

"Stop over thinking this, do what the fuck you want Charles. This is free use. I'll tell you if I want to stop."

 Charles position's himself over Lewis' face, with one foot over either side of the Brits head and nudges the head of his cock against Lewis' lips. Charles is adamant on teasing a little bit longer and runs the head of his cock against Lewis lips, leaving a trail of pre cum which Lewis eagerly licks away.

"Be a good boy Lewis." Charles mocks as he slowly slides his cock inside Lewis' parted lips and doesn't stop until the tip of his cock presses up against Lewis throat. The older man doesn't even flinch, gag reflex? Apparently not.

Charles decides to just get on with it, he's only teasing himself at this point and pulls back, just enough to leave the head of his cock inside of Lewis mouth. The older one has clearly had enough at this point because he sucks eagerly on the Charles cock and dips his tongue into the slit, collecting the salty pre-cum. Charles moans happily, his head falling back but he soon recovers. "If you keep doing that, I won't get to fuck your ass."

"We can't have that can we?" Lewis opens his mouth and Charles' cock slips out.

"I think, I would prefer to do you doggy style." Charles announces as he loosens the cuffs, Lewis rolls over and pushes his high into the air, only then does Charles reattach them. It must be uncomfortable but Lewis doesn't complain.

The attention now turns to Lewis' pants, Charles digs his fingers into the waist band and roughly pulls them down along with his boxers. Lewis' ass is a glorious sight and Charles feels extremely lucky that he's able to get a piece of it.  Lewis spreads his legs as wide as he can, giving Charles the perfect view of his hole.

"Come on Charles, this is torture at this point." Lewis growls, pulling on his restraints in the process, the metal clatters against the headboard. "You asked for this Lewis, to be tied up." Charles gently runs his finger down Lewis' crack. "I thought you were going to be more like George, not a fucking tease."

"There's lube on the night stand." Lewis points with his head, Charles wastes no time grabbing the bottle and ours a generous amount onto his fingers. Charles singles Lewis' entrance with the single digit, then gently sinks inside, Lewis is tight, it's obvious he doesn't bottom too often.  

Lewis soon opens up around the finger and Charles is able to start thrusting, the slippery aid of lube makes the slide easy and soon he's able to push a second finger inside.  

"I'm ready for more Charles, come on." Charles works his way up to three finger and easily has them slamming in and out him. Lewis withers against the bed sheets moaning and crying out just for Charles to get on with it.

"What's wrong Lewis? Do you need my dick inside of you that badly." Lewis pulls on his restraints in anger once again. "Yes Charles, just fuck me already." Lewis starts off confidently but it soon turns into a squeak once Charles finds his prostate and keeps slamming into the little bundle of nerves.

Charles finally takes pity on the older man and finally lets his fingers slip out. "You're finally going to get what you want." Charles takes his own cock into his hand, giving it a few light strokes then nudging himself against Lewis' glistening hole.

"I'm going to fuck you now." Charles announces calmly as he sinks inside. He slides in slowly about half way, then slams home in quick thrust. Charles can't help moaning, Lewis feels warm and tight clenching around his cock.

"You're so tight Lewis, fuck. I thought you would be, I bet you don't let many people fuck you." Charles pulls back and slowly thrust forward again, continuing with his teasing for a few short seconds then roughly pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside him again, his balls slapping against Lewis' ass in the process.  

Charles sets a steady rhythm, his finger tips holding Lewis hips in a vice like grip. It's hard and its deep, he's not able to move as quickly as he can despite how tight Lewis is around him. It must still feel good though, judging by all the moans falling from Lewis lips.

Charles angles his thrusts to find Lewis prostate and thrusts into it with every move. Lewis growls and arches his back, pushing back to get as much pleasure from him it as possible. With every thrust Lewis opens up a little more and the harder Charles is able to go.  

It feels amazing for Charles too and he himself won't be able to hold on for much longer, so he speeds up his thrusts, slamming into Lewis with all his might, battering his prostate with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echo's around the room.

Charles takes pity on the older man and wraps his fist around Lewis; leaking cock and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts. Lewis falls apart pretty quickly after that, a mixture of a moan and a scream as he comes spurting his seed over Charles' fist.

Lewis feels amazing, he's tightened during his orgasm and it practically rips Charles' own orgasm from him. He manages three more brutal thrusts before he's coming hard and spurting his load inside of Lewis.  

"So Charles, how did that feel for you?" Lewis asks while Charles reaches up and unclips both sets off handcuffs and settles down besides Lewis on the bed. "Good, lighter actually." Lewis nods. "Good, that's how it's supposed to feel."

"As fun as it was, I think I still prefer to be bottom." Lewis laugh catches him off guard. "What?"

"Funny, George said exactly the same thing." Lewis has been talking about George all night and it's only just hit Charles, he did this with George too. Does Lewis just walk around the paddock reliving everyone of sexual frustration or what?

"Well, have you noticed George hasn't been walking around with a stick up his arse for a while, now it will be the same for you."

[demialwrites]

Reeve x Female Reader

This took way too long to finish. Anyway, I liked the idea of Reeve being submissive, based solely on the decision fatigue he probably has. Haha And I think a softer domme would suit him. Smut under the cut

You waited until you saw no one in earshot before saying, “I've been sent to check up on you.”

Director Tuesti sighs. You feel the sympathy coming from the sound. “Ahh. Tseng still out of commission?”

“Unfortunately. The paperwork is piling up. Rude is covered in ink up to the elbows trying to get through it.”

He nods. More sympathy.

You and Reeve might seem shallow for joking like this but it's just to relieve the tension. The Turks feel rudderless without Tseng. And the director doesn't like having to spy on AVALANCHE, per the president's orders. You're a physical reminder not to defy those orders, staring him in the face.

You glance around the office one more time. It's quite late. It's an hour after normal work hours. No one seems to be there. No clicking of mice, no clacking of keyboards, and no beeping of devices. You lean closer to the director.

“And the…other matter?” you ask, lowering your volume.

“Well…”

You don't miss Reeve's tightening grip on the edge of the desk.

You look him over, searching. “Is it uncomfortable?”

“No.” He glances down at your lips, parted in concern. Normally, his eyes shine with intelligence in the dim light of the office. Almost wet. Right now, they've taken on a glazed quality. “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

You finally notice the round bulge that shows even through the folds in his suit trousers’ crotch area. Your hand goes to cover your mouth. The air conditioning seems to have stopped working because your whole face is hot. You grab his hand and pull him out of his chair.

He makes a surprised noise, which is cute, but he doesn't resist your pull. You lead him out of his office next, searching for a more suitable place. Something with a door that you can lock. Reeve helpfully suggests the single-occupant bathroom down the hall. You firmly guide him inside first by the upper arm and then shut the door behind you. You lock it.

Reeve is not against the wall, where he belongs, so you fix that right away. There's a little nervousness apparent in his features but the rest of it is hesitant need. There's also a slight sheen of sweat around his temples.

You run your palms up the front of his suit jacket. “Tell me more.” You should be able to say more or sound less hoarse but it's too late now. Your mind is a-swirl with images not appropriate for a work setting.

“E-every t-time I thought about you, it wouldn't go down. M-my erection, I mean.”

You can't keep your hands off him. Grasping and caressing, making him stutter.

“I-”

He goes to explain more but you cover his mouth with your lips, your tongues meeting in the middle. He whines into the kiss like he's been waiting for this all day. It seems like he has.

You break the kiss and it's probably too quick for him, but you have a higher priority. You kneel on the tile floor, fussing at the front of his pants. Having done this several times already, you have them open quickly.

Staring at you in the face is his bobbing cock, a flexible ring around the base of his genitals.

You're torn between admiring and insisting he fuck you right now. It was your idea for him to wear this, after all. What a genius you feel like right now. You choose a third option, taking him in your mouth. Not too far, just to test. He's hard as rock already. Like it might pop from the strain. When you look up at him, his eyes are watering, probably from the effort of keeping still. What a good boy.

“Do you want to take it off?” you ask.

“No. I like the effect it has.”

“Well, tell me if you do. Then we'll stop.”

He looks adorable with his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Then you realize you forgot to voice your desires. Who exactly is the one in charge here? It was supposed to be you but you're having doubts this ship has a captain.

“We're going to fuck, Reeve. That's what we're doing.”

“Right. Right.”

He makes a half-movement, then freezes, like he’s ready to start but waiting for your order.

You had the genius idea–okay, not-so-genius if you fall–to just take off your pants and lift a leg, your arms on his shoulders. You're more than capable of doing that because of your fitness level as a Turk. But you're past thinking clearly and the director looks like he would follow you off a cliff with his pants around his ankles if it meant getting his dick wet.

“I don't care. I said put it in. Let me deal with the pain.”

Reeve hesitates, and you wait to see if you’ll have to scold him. You gave an order and you expect it to be followed. Maybe he’s hesitating to hurt you. But he didn’t get this far working for Shinra being entirely soft, so he pushes the head against the slick ring of muscle. An embarrassing exclamation escapes you.

“Stop,” you say.

It's cruel of you to make him wait but he doesn't protest. You reach down and rub his cock in a tight circle, humming appreciatively. Cocks can be such a useful tool for pleasure. It makes you want him inside you even more, if it was possible to want it more than you did before. It takes a lot of effort not to snap at him to hurry up. You've been waiting all day, too, after all.

“Okay, continue,” you say, voice quivering.

It does take a few starts and stops, a bit of backtracking, but Reeve's cock inching into you feels like a long-awaited reward. All those difficult missions since you joined the Turks, all the dirty looks from the other directors, and the annoying AVALANCHE. All worth it because he's now inside you down to the root.

“Fuck me,” you whisper.

Your hand on his shoulder tightened. It was difficult to string a sentence together but you rewarded him with breathy praises. It quickly devolved to “that feels good” and “so fucking good”, so you just gave up and enjoy it.

Before you get too into it, you ask him to stop. Reeve looks at you questioningly.

“Nothing is wrong. Just take that off and…”

You turn around and arch your lower back. Reeve is a smart man and takes the hint. He slides off the cockring and lines up that beautiful cock again and begins fucking you against the wall.

“Harder,” you order, the word coming out more like a whine than you intended. “You can do it harder.”

Reeve, the good boy that he is, speeds up to a pace more to your, and also his, liking. You know him well enough to tell when he's holding back; he gets too quiet.

But now it's perfect: the angle, the pace, Reeve's moans (which really just sound like laboured sighs), and the amount of time you estimate before your knees are going to buckle. You moan pathetically into your hand, knuckles pressed into the cool tiled wall. You intend to file this memory away for later when you're bored and you bet Reeve will, too. When he's alone at home and you're away on a mission, unable to help satisfy him. It's lonely work, being a Turk and a director that actually cares.

He suddenly slows to shallow thrusts, keeping as much of himself inside you as he can. You're amazed that Reeve lasted as long as he did. His head dropped to the shoulder of your suit jacket. You dug your fingers into the back of his hair and pulled, helping him milk the most pleasure he can. The warmth of his seed gives you that extra push to finally cum yourself.

Reeve braces himself on either side of you. You grasped at the sleeves of his suit jacket, nearly going down as your legs finally started to betray you. You used his arms to pull yourself up straighter. Reeve admits to feeling overstimulated so you give him permission to pull out, shooing him away.

He went over to the sink to give the cockring a quick clean and fix himself up, planning to clean it more thoroughly later. You lingered at the wall, doing your best not to fall over while pulling up your pants. Damned legs are insisting on being jelly.

You paused before buttoning up. “That was…so good,” you muttered to yourself, basking in the afterglow.

Reeve chuckled.

Heading towards the door, you've collected yourself enough to remember who is supposed to be the dominant one.

“We're doing that again!” you declared, slapping his ass.

[kob131]

Lily Orchard and Pokemon: Gen 3

Okay I'm gonna try to keep these shorter. But to be fair- Lily is going to start belly aching in Gen 4 beyond so I might have more to cover.

"Brendan misogynyist because he assume Gym Leader kid guy!"

Lily's, he's fucking ten. I don't even think you CAN be sexist at that age because I don't think your brain is developed enough to form complex thoughts or beliefs. Also that is LITERALLY the one time he mentions it.

"I like Brendan because he's not trying super hard to be friend or be rude!"

Again, Lily. You misread Blue who does nothing but slag you off and throw tantrums. Your view on story elements is so thoroughly tainted they can't be taken seriously.

"Brendan's salty when he loses!"

Huh, he actually kind of is. I never noticed that. I guess Brendan has about a quarter of a character. ... What, more than what May or anyone in Gen 6 got.

Still doesn't raise him above 'one of the worst rivals in Pokemon.' Also, good job Lily. You actually showed me something new. Took you only...50 minutes...

*Another captialism dig*

We get it Lily- You long to be locked into a gulag and then shot by a firing squad. Move on.

"What is it about Rock that makes it good for a first time Gym?"

That's the kind of thing a retrospective is supposed to SOLVE, Lily. You're supposed to be asking yourself 'Why did the developers choose to do this at this point instead of something else?' But so far, your video has been nothing but you either belly aching or you making half baked jokes.

Anyway- Rock is chosen to encourage the player to diversify their moveset as Rock resists Normal, the most common attacking type in the early game, as well as all of them being physically defensive, which counters most attacks in the early game as Physical Normal moves. It's also weak to Grass and Water, encouraging the player to experiment and understand type matchups better. The Fire problem is solved by either slapping the Fighting type onto the starter or giving it a Steel move in the case of FR/LG.

"Match Call is stupid! Before you could refuse everyone's numbers but now they get forcibly added and they bother you all the time!"

It's called 'world building' Lily. They call to make them feel like real people.

"The Macho Brace is dumb in the main game because you can't control what you fight in the main game so all your Pokemon become worse faster!"

... What?

First off- Wouldn't that make the Macho Brace a competitive focused item? Thus there being no real reason to bring it up?

Second- Yes, you can control what you fight. Go fight wild Pokemon with the Macho Brace. They'll give you the proper EVs if you care THAT much.

Third- EVs...can't make your Pokemon worse. They can be wasted but they are only ever buffs. And you don't need perfect EVs for the main game. Try proofreading.

"Team Magma/Aqua are good because you don't encounter them that often so they can concoct their plans!"

Lily, you just got done explaining why Maxie (and by extension, Archie in Sapphire) is a fucking moron for trying to erupt a volcano which would kill INNUMERABLE PEOPLE just to make land (or water) for Pokemon. (She says it's for people.)

By definition, they are not good just because there is less of them and thus they can make plans. It just means they have less time to fail those stupid plans.

"The Lavaridge Gym sucks because you have to navigate mud titles and which ones transport you and which ones are trainers are up to fate to decide!"

... Lily. If there are two titles right next to each other that seem to be blocking off more, distant titles that correspond to ones from above- they're probably trainers. Its very obvious which ones are trainers.

I found this out when I was EIGHT.

"Flannery stammers her intro which is dumb!"

Her character is that she's a newbie Gym Leader uncertain of what to do.

Story telling, Lily. A key feature of RPGs. Engage with it.

"Gardevoir broken because Special bulk and Calm Mind!"

A. This is a game for children Lily. Numerous Pokemon can sweep Gym Leaders.

And B. Fun Fact Lily- Most offensive Pokemon prefer high Speed over high bulk since cries are a thing. So if a bulky Psychic is broken, guess how monstrous a Psychic with say...10 extra Sp.ATK, 20 SP.Def and a HUGE increase in Speed would be.

... Oh right, that's GEN 1 ALAKAZAM. The same Pokemon you mocked as 'not being that strong'. Contradicting yourself AGAIN Lily.

"Hoenn has too many water routes, which are boring and annoying-"

Hub, I actually agree-

"-but everyone mock IGN!"

And there it is.

Lily, people mocked IGN both as a joke abd because they gave Ruby and Sapphire, objectively worse games, a 9.5.

"No one ever talks about how Pokemon uses music! They use good themes for the legendaries causing peoples in Ruby and Sapphire but not Emerald! Certainly not BW where N is fucking stupid or Zinna's theme is intense but not battle! The remakes ruined them!"

A- People bring up how Pokemon uses music all the damn time. The Area Zero theme was dissected for giving an atmosphere of entering a new world, unknown and dangerous waters and something completely foreign to everywhere else you went.

B-Lily, the remakes simply had cleaner OSTs. They sound very much the same. You even admit this as you call Omega Ruby's OST for Groudon 'like trying to escape a star going supernova'. A supernova. A term synomous with IMMENSE, INCONCIEVABLE HEAT.

and C-Ignoring N where you just go 'N bad!'- Zinnia's theme is intense because you're facing a Dragon Specialist, using a VERY dangerous Type of Pokemon, before rocketing into space to destroy a meteor threatening to kill everyone.

"Team Aqua and Magma aged well because they're charming! Not like other villains who just spout off philosophy!"

We get it, Lily. You don't pay attention.

Doesn't change the fact that you admitted that these one-note caricatures are so fucking stupid they didn't know fucking with primordial gods would cause issues. Or that exploding a volcano is BAD. That's bad writing Lily. You are praising bad writing.

"Why did you change Wally's Gardevoir to a Gallade? YOU MADEIT EASIER, SEXISTS!"

... Because they wanted to promote Mega Gallade. And they both represent Wally growing from a shy, insecure kid to a confident ACTUAL rival.

Gallade was made because it's a fucking knight guarding a lady, moving on.

"I was pleasantly surprised by Gen 3-"

Not surprised one of the blandest Gens got your approval, Lily. Considering your response to any game that tries to have any kind of ambition is to get pissy.

Well, let's go check Sinnoh.

[hellparkri]

A Path

The hours passed as quickly as leaves flying in the wind, the boys spent their time talking and playing video games, meanwhile, although Craig would like to be having a good time, Tweek was still on his mind, that was clearer than water, Now he even considered him a "half friend", but that feeling that something was wrong with that blonde was still there, and all this time he couldn't get that thought out of his head. Craig didn't long to see Tweek again... But well... 

"Maybe they were right, I should give it a chance..” 

He told himself in his mind. And when 5PM was approaching, everyone began to take their things to leave. 

-Okay, now what?-

 Craig said as they went down the stairs. 

-Look for Tweek, obviously.- 

Clyde commented to Craig, who simply rolled his eyes. 

-I don't believe that he’s new. Seriously, do you even know how he looked at the books in school? I don't even know if he could understand a single thing they said.-

 Craig growled as he tried to make his friends understand.

-Wow, C-Craig looking at the new boy d-du-during class? That's a bit g-gay.-

The other boys, now outside the house, burst out laughing while Craig just looked at Jimmy with the same usual neutral expression. The typical one of: 

-I'm going to sell you to an alpaca cult in Gibraltar.-

-God, shut your fucking mouth Jimmy.-

 -He seems like a good boy, but, y-ya-ya, ya know.-

 Now on their way to the street they noticed a figure sitting outside on the sidewalk right in front of Tolkien's house. 

-Hey look, it's Tweek, there he is, sitting on the sidewalk of the road, I was already worrying that we would have to search the entire blessed town to find him.-

 Craig would say that he looked thoughtful but the truth is that he wasn't, he was just looking at the ground while his tics continued to act, moving his head and making small sounds every few seconds. The other boys looked at where Craig's gaze was fixed, it wasn’t long before they approached Tweek.

-What are you doing here? The house is literally across the street.-

Tolkien commented, trying to be gentle at the sight of the blonde sitting on the sidewalk like an upset child who was excluded from playing hide-and-seek.

 -Ugh! It's rude to enter the house of someone you just met, right? T-That's not something y-you do? Oh no! Don't tell me I'm wrong.-

The boy immediately started to panic about something.

 -No no, it's okay, calm down.-

 Tolkien interrupted the blonde so he wouldn't panic again,

-You're welcome to come in whenever you want, we may have only met you today, but that doesn't mean you can't come in.-

 Tolkien said ,trying to calm Tweek down.

-Yes, although it's a little strange that you followed us here, but it's okay I guess. If you want to hang out with us outside of class, just tell us.-

Clyde commented.

-There's no reason to sit here alone, you're good bro, I think we can all agree with that.-

Clyde continued, Tolkien and Jimmy nodded with Clyde, Craig did it anyway but well, he did it "his way", that is , reluctantly.

-Yeah, even if Craig thinks you're-you're a demon or an alien or something.-

Jimmy added to the conversation. 

-God, I wish you were an alien, that would be soooo cool.-

 Craig added, trying to joke with Tweek, but that "joke” only made him look more apathetic and boring in everyone's eyes. 

-W-WHAT!? W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!!???? I-I’m not a demon! - 

Tweek said to Craig, suddenly the raven felt that the blonde's personality had changed, the comment sounded serious, worried, scared, as if he really believed what he said, Craig just chose to look away and try to ignore Tweek's comment.

-Th-That's what a-a demon would say…-

Jimmy commented regarding what Tweek said.

 -I'm not a demon for the love of God!-

Tweek shouted. Clyde laughed softly to calm things down and said:

 -Ok ok brother, you're not a demon. Look, you wanted to talk to Esther, right? She's Kevin's sister.-

 Clyde said, changing the subject quickly when he saw that Tweek began to get upset. 

-Ack! Yes! - 

Tweek exalted. 

-Perfect, it's almost time, shall we go? -

 Clyde asked Tweek. Tweek nodded and everyone started walking towards the school. The entire group was silent along the way, Tolkien, trying to break the silence, tried to start a conversation with Tweek.

 -So, why do you want to talk to Esther? -

 -Ah, yes, well-

The blonde quickly looked at Tolkien, he looked nervous, well, more nervous than usual for the blonde, as if a lump in his throat was forming inside him. 

-I don't know, it's just that, I'm worried about how she feels, I guess.-

The boy lowered his gaze, began to rub his knuckles and hands,

 -I just don't understand how this could have happened, nor can I imagine what she felt when she saw her brother lying there- 

It took a few minutes for someone to speak again, everyone was thinking the same thing, it's true... how could something like that have happened? And to top it all off, right here in his town, of course, it's not at all unusual to see strange things happen in South Park from time to time, but this situation did feel more present, more real, the description of how Kevin ended up still frightened his soul. minds.

 -Things just happen, I guess...- 

Clyde whispered something thoughtful and serious. Craig couldn't stop thinking that what happened the other night was related to this, but how could he say it, 

"Yes sir officer! We opened a vortex to who knows where and we were attacked by who knows what and now this is all happening!!”

 God, Craig felt like he was going to go crazy, he just wanted this damn day to be over.

 -But, there is nothing to do now, so you just have to stay safe and wait for this to happen, okay Tweek? If you want, after this we will accompany you home if you don't feel safe-

Tolkien said, trying to relieve the tension.

But in response, Tweek just looked at Tolkien for a few long, uncomfortable seconds, looking like he was thinking something seriously, like he knew he had to say something. 

-No, n-no, I'll be fine, don't worry, but thank you anyway! -

 -Ok, whatever you want.- 

Tolkien responded before parking his car. 

-Well, we're here.-

 Finally they had reached the outskirts of the school, only a few students who had stayed for clubs and practices could be seen leaving, even the janitors were already leaving, so the only ones in the school were them and those who were in the meeting.

-Esther should be in the auditorium- 

Tolkien said. The boys made their way through the narrow and claustrophobic hallways of the school, there was only the light from the auditorium illuminating those long corridors, the speakers did not help to create a less tense atmosphere either, one of them seemed as if it had suffered a short circuit, It was emitting incomprehensible sounds at a very low volume, but equally annoying. But it was the least important thing, because what mattered was that they had already arrived at the auditorium, they saw how there was a handful of people sitting in a circle, they could not recognize what they wanted to say, but they could see by their expressions of sadness and anguish, plus the subtle sobs that were not at all “positive," Craig sighed and said: 

-Well Tweek, here we are.-

 The raven boy could only recognize two people, Esther... and Red MacArthur, Kevin's girlfriend, she looked completely emaciated, almost as if she had lost the will to live, Craig had not seen that girl since Kevin's funeral, If it already looked destroyed there, now it looked much, much worse. He couldn't play it, he himself had been in that same position in the past... Craig felt the weight of the necklace he was carrying on himself and sighed before looking at the others, who seemed just as sad to see Red in this state.

It only took a few minutes of waiting outside for the meeting to finally end, Red was the first to leave the room, her eyes looked like small reddish and soft raisins, you could tell that it was very difficult for her to even find motivation to walk, but she continued on, completely ignoring Craig and the others as they just looked at her with concern. While they weren't looking, Tweek turned to the room where Esther was and proceeded to enter. 

-H-hello? -

 Said the blonde entering the room, Esther, who was looking at nothing, turned to see him. 

-Oh hello! You're new here, right? - 

So this was Esther. On that woman's face you could see the greatest sorrow in her eyes. Tweek looked at how her eyes that once seemed to be blue pearls of incalculable value had turned into another reddish raisin, she even had dark circles much bigger than her eyes. , it was truly horrible to see the state of that girl, it even seemed as if she had cried even more than Red. A gentle smile adorned her face but Tweek knew that it was not genuine, he could notice at a glance Esther's mental and physical fatigue, barely. She couldn’t stand without leaning on something.

 -I don't remember seeing you here before. Are you by any chance the new one Tolkien told me about? -

-Ah yes yes! I just arrived today.-

Tweek said, looking uncomfortably to the side and rubbing his hands, suddenly all the thoughts he had in his head, all the things he wanted to say to her disappeared.

 -Normally I would tell you that you are welcomed in the town but ha...,-

 the girl laughed lightly to make the conversation more pleasant 

-I don't think you came at the best time to live in this small town-

Esther sat down in a nearby seat and proceeded to look out the window at the outskirts of the school. 

-Anyway, I still think you'll find your place here, even with all the chaos of the last few days.-

 Tweek looked at Esther, 

"’Find my place here?'" "Could I really...?"

The blonde sighed silently and reminded his conscience.

 "No, of course not." 

Tweek took a seat next to Esther, who was still looking outside the school towards a forest. It was quite green and long, extending for kilometers and kilometers until it reached a dense chain of mountains that isolated the town; it did contrast well with the sunset. Tweek didn't mind the view, on the contrary, it was something new for him, and it looked absolutely beautiful, and anyway the palm trees already had him sick. 

- Do you seriously believe that? - 

Tweek said with his gaze fixed on the outskirts of the school.

-Of course, my brother... Kevin, he was a little strange when he was little, he didn't usually get along with others, but well, over time he started to make friends, they loved him and genuinely appreciated him, even with his oddities, and he loved them too.- 

Esther sighed and shrugged. 

-Give yourself some time, you will be able to find your place here, I see that you found a few friends already, right? Don't worry, I trust that you will fit in here, I trust that you will find someone who loves you, maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe it will be in a year, but you will find everything you need here. -

 Esther said.

Oh right, Kevin, Tweek was coming to talk to Ester about Kevin. 

-I wanted to tell you...,-

Tweek fixed his gaze on Esther and she looked back at him.

 -I'm seriously sorry for what happened to your brother... Kevin, t-this should never have happened, t-it's truly unfair- 

Tweek sighed and tried to gather words 

- Seriously, it shouldn't have happened...- Tweek intoned.

Esther let out a light sob.

-Ah,,I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today..-

 Tears began to flow from Esther's eyes like water coming out of the faucet

 - I really don’t….-

Esther burst into tears. ..Tweek stared at her with a growing knot in his throat, he didn't know what to do in this type of situation, he had never had to go through an experience like that, he had never had to bring flowers to those who had died. For him, death was too foreign, a concept beyond his understanding and impossible for him to one day understand.

 -I don't know if you would like a hug... would that be okay? if I...? -

Before Tweek could finish, he felt how Esther clung to him tightly, she continued to sob, Tweek simply returned the hug... 

-This will not happen again,-

 He repeated in his mind as he clung to Esther tighter and tighter. Craig and the other boys were outside the room talking about all kinds of things when Tweek walked out the door with Esther, who said goodbye to Tweek before walking down the hallway, the others soon approached him. Tweek. 

-Well Tweek, how did it went? - 

Jimmy asked. 

-It went well I-I guess…-

 Tweek looked away, his tics still acting up. 

-He told me that he would appreciate it if we ack! We would organize this place for her, she is a little tired and wants to go and rest from everything.-

 - Oh sure! I don't think there's a problem with that, it's the least we can do.-

Tolkien said with a worried tone, Clyde and Jimmy nodded their heads too, pointing out that they didn't have any problems either. 

-God... we should do it quickly, it's going to start getting dark and that weather man with the funny hair said it would rain hard tonight.- 

Clyde said looking around, his voice showing how nervous he actually was.

-Aw Clyde, don't tell me you're still a-a-afraid of the dark.-

 Jimmy said, looking at him. short of the group. -

N-NO! Let's just go!-

 Clyde said as he alone started looking for Kevin's belongings... he was going the wrong way though.