#anyway what a fun event that also made me horribly thirsty

[hydrachea]

Siobhan said "your drink reflects what you're feeling on the inside" and I took it to heart. I think my Trailblazer still longs for the companions she forgot.

[thishintoflove]

For the BobaDinLuke discord server prompt: "Get out of my head and get into me instead."

Y'all here about the fallacy of the "anti-sex beds" in the Olympic Village this year? They're just made of sustainable cardboard, but let's be real, they probably wouldn't hold up against multiple super-strong athletes going at it....

Anyway, here's some thirsty thursday content!

Din sighed as he tried to wind his way through the crowd at the Track and Field Mixer. He’d been told that the Tokyo Olympic Games would be different- that they wouldn’t include as many group gatherings- and yet the entire team was expected to attend this mixer. Apparently it was for “international comradery” among the athletes, but Din hated the pomp and circumstance of these events. He was just here to run and to win.

Just as he was considering whether Coach would notice if he slipped away, he heard a deep voice call out to him.

“Djarin!”

He turned around to find Boba Fett, the famed shot put athlete from New Zealand, coming toward him with a big grin on his face. They clasped arms and Boba slapped him hard on the back.

“Good to see you back at the Games, brother! How’s Team Canada this year, you guys feeling strong?”

“As strong as possible, considering the year we’ve had.”

“Fair enough,” Boba laughed, the sound warm and deep in his chest, “I’m glad I found you here. I was getting real tired of introducing myself to kids who are still all starry-eyed about being at their first Games. Makes me feel old. It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

“I agree,” Din replied warmly, “And congratulations. I saw that you broke a new record at the trials.”

“Yup, 23.37 meters. Beat my own personal record by half a meter on that one. Getting another world record was just the icing on the cake.”

Din rolled his eyes, but chuckled at the same time.

“And they say that Fielders aren’t cocky. You’re worse than the Sprinters!”

Boba just grinned even more, then raised his brows and gave Din a pointed look, “I thought you knew from experience that Fielders like me are very cocky.”

That comment had Din blushing even as he rolled his eyes again.

Usually his mind was completely focused on his goal, but Boba was a welcome distraction. As a marathon runner, Din was used to taking things slow. He played the long game, always, and he was usually single-minded in his focus. That focus was almost always dedicated to training, but when he’d met Boba in Rio, he’d discovered the benefits of loosening up once in a while.

Boba was a world class athlete, a Shot Put record breaker, but he also liked to have a good time. And during the last games, he and Din had a very good time. Din swore he felt looser after a night with Boba, something he had never experienced before with anyone else. He wasn’t anxious about what it would mean or how it would impact his training: they were just two athletes letting off some steam in the evenings.

“Speaking of,” Boba continued, stepping even closer to Din, “Did you get a load of the beds this time?”

“It has nothing to do with preventing sex among ahtletes,” Din replied, cutting Boba off before he could make another remark, because he knew exactly where the other man was heading with this, “Some kid thought it’d be funny to make a joke about it on that clock app and look what happened. Now it’s all anyone wants to talk about. They’re supposed to be environmentally friendly, that’s it.” “Which is great and all, but I’m not sure they took fat athletes into consideration. Most Fielders like me are twice the size of the other athletes, and don’t get me started on the weight lifters. It looks like I could break that bed on my own.”

“They’re stronger than they look.”

“Care to test that theory?”

Just then, the energy in the room shifted as Team U.S.A. arrived at the Track and Field Mixer. Boba and Din watched with matching expressions of disinterest as the group entered with loud voices and boisterous excitement.

“Americans,” Boba grumbled under his breath, “Your neighbors to the south are the flashiest bunch of bastards every damn year.”

Din nodded in agreement, but he was quickly distracted by a new face at the front of the pack. A blonde man with notable blue eyes and a blinding grin on his face. He looked like an All-American poster boy.

“Who’s that?” Din asked, unable to look away.

“Who, Blondie?” Boba asked, craning his neck to “That’s Skywalker. Some hotshot Hurdler. He was supposed to be a favorite at Rio, but he got injured during the trials. These are his first Games.”

“Hmm, know anything else about him?”

“I’ve only seen a few interviews. California boy, mid-twenties, he comes from a family of athletes. He loves doing press. Seems like the type to talk your ear off.”

They both watched with appreciation as the man shook hands with almost everyone he passed, his muscled arm flexing again and again, giving everyone in the vicinity a charming grin.

“Bet you twenty dollars that we can get him to join us for a little fun tonight.”

Din turned back to Boba and gave him an incredulous look.

“You were just complaining that he’s a conceited hotshot!”

“Yeah, but he’s a pretty hotshot.”

He looked back over at the blonde man. He was lithe and lean, but with thighs that could crush a skull, just like all good Hurdlers. His wide blue eyes sparkled from all the way across the room. Boba was right, he was pretty.

Din sighed.

“Canadian dollars or New Zealand dollars?”

~~~

In the end, Boba won the bet.

It only took a little conversation, a few sly remarks, and Luke was following them back to Din’s room.

“We can lie on the bed, you know. They’re actually pretty sturdy,” Luke said, breathless as Din attacked his jaw and neck with his lips. One hand fisted into Din’s hair as the other tried to brace itself against the wall.

“Why risk it?” Din mumbled against his neck. A shiver went down his own spine as he felt Boba trail a large hand up and down his back.

“Blondie is right,” Boba said, allowing his fingers to grasp a sizeable chunk of Din’s ass as pushed up against him, “As much as I know we’re all capable of fucking against this wall, why waste the effort?”

“I thought you didn’t trust the beds?” Din muttered, leaning into Boba’s ministrations.

“Changed my mind.”

Din just hummed and pressed his back against Boba’s chest, reveling in the feeling of being trapped between the two men. He could feel Luke hard and insistent against his thigh as he sucked a bruise on his collarbone. Luke’s head hit the wall as he leaned back and the moan he let out was enough to have Din hardening even more. He pulled back from Luke’s neck to meet the smaller man’s eyes, and he noted his blown-open pupils with satisfaction.

“I don’t really care how or where,” Luke gasped out, running a hand up Din’s toned arm, “Let’s just do it.”

Din smiled and gave him another quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. He gave Boba’s shoulder a squeeze as he slipped out from between the two men and moved to his nightstand to gather supplies.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge here, Hotshot,” Boba rasped, suddenly stepping in to take Din’s place in front of Luke. He slowly trailed a hand along Luke’s thigh and then lifted his leg to wrap it around his hip. Luke just smirked at him.

“Don’t treat me like a kid, I’ve been around the block too.”

His hands wrapped around Boba’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. Boba growled into his mouth and lifted Luke’s other leg, pressing him into the wall with his body.

“You’re confident now, but just wait,” Boba muttered, trailing his teeth along Luke’s jawline and nipping at his earlobe, “Din and I have been doing this for years. You Sprinters wouldn’t understand, you always finish too soon.”

“I think I can keep up with you.”

“Oh yeah? You think you have the stamina? Or are you gonna falter like you did at the Rio trials?”

“Get out of my head and get into me instead,” Luke growled.

Boba just chuckled and lifted Luke higher, pressing him back into the wall as he attacked his mouth again. Luke let out a long groan as he tried to swallow Boba’s tongue, rutting his hips against the larger man.

“Put him down for a second,” Din called out, turning back around and waving the small bottle of lube in his hand, “We’ve got to prep.”

“Sure thing,” Boba replied.

He turned around, Luke still wrapped around his waist, and then he threw the smaller man halfway across the room onto the bed.

Luke let out a small yelp as he was tossed through the air, just as Din called out “Wait!”, and then the room was filled with a horrible crashing sound as the bed collapsed and Luke hit the floor hard.

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I'm a little late to the party but for the ask meme: Danny Phantom 5, 13, 14, 18, 20 + Trans!Danny headcanons. I know that wasn't on the list but I have a feeling you'll do it for me anyway ;)

MY NEWEST BOY.  For this ask meme!  Also thisgot long so I made a separate post about trans Danny because I care about it alot byeeeeee.

5)  Guilty pleasures

Barring times where he’s being, A, imprisoned, or, B, hunted forfun and profit, Danny actually—really likes the Ghost Zone.  It’s soothing in a way that he’s pretty sureis not quite right, in a way that Sam and Tucker and Jazz do not seem toagree with, but he likes it there.  Theslow, billowing curls of green drift through the air like nebulae, currents of energyrather than wind that he could drift on like thick water if he wanted, dottedwith doors and islands that orbit whatever passes for gravity wells in a skyscapeof ectoplasm.  Almost every touchstone inthe Ghost Zone moves, although most have a predictable pattern—about once everyten months, Danny tries not to use the Fenton portal if he can avoid it, onaccount of how it comes out practically on top of Walker’s prison—and learningthe rhythms of it is sort of like a hobby, at this point.  Danny doesn’t have a ton of time to kill, buthe’s figured out that, as long as he’s in ghost form, he can go for a longtime without feeling hungry or thirsty or tired, in the Ghost Zone, so onetime he told Jazz he was going to try his hand at cartography and spent theentirety of his parents’ five day out-of-state conference coasting on ectoplasmand trying to plot the place.  It cameout looking kind of like a star map, full of arrows trying to indicate movementdirection and a lot of scribbled notes like Pretty sure Clockwork moved thisand AVOID and Possibly Vlad’s portal, maybe close this.  

Danny doesn’t talk about it much, because the Ghost Zone makes hisfriends, his family, jittery.  He’s prettysure they’re worried he’ll decide not to come back some day.

13) What gets them flustered

One time a reporter manages to get a camera intoDanny’s face before he can book it after a fight, and she’s smart enough toalready be asking her first question before he realizes what was happening.

She’s also smart enough to start her first questionwith “Excuse me, Inviso-bill–”

“It’s Phantom,” he snaps,looking around in annoyance, and the reporter smothers a triumphant smirk.

“Yes, Phantom.  What made you become a hero,Phantom?”

Phantom just hangs there in the air for a moment, gapingat her, and then squeaks, “Excuse me?”

“You’re a ghost,” the reporter says, keeping aprofessionally straight face and a neutral, friendly tone.  “Whatmade you decide to be a hero?”

“I–didn’t?”  Phantom scratches a hand backthrough his hair, and the reporter silently thanks whatever quirk of ghostlyfunction is bringing a green glow like a blush to his cheeks and throat andears.  She’s going to lock down a raise with this interview, even if heflies off right this second–the first person to interview Amity Park’s ownsuperhero.  And he’s blushing.  “I’mjust keeping things under control, you know?”

The reporter grins.  “Well,” she says withfalse nonchalance, “would you mind answering a few questions?”

“Uh,” Phantom says.  “I have to–go.”

He turns invisible and makes a break for it,and the reporter’s fifty-second clip of a conversation runs on the local newsfive times in the next seven hours.  She gets a reputation for being ableto snag the neighborhood super for a few seconds, sometimes even multipleminutes.  She discovers real quick thathe’ll blush pretty reliably the second she drops the H word.

14) Ingrained habits/forces of habit

Danny works hard to seem helpless at school.  It kind of makes him crawl the walls, but he workshard, okay?  He lets himself getpushed around, he occasionally gets punched in the face, he does his best toconceal it when a year or two of ghost hunting as a full time job starts toshow in his human form, he spends a lot of time and energy projecting a façade oflocal hopeless wallflower.  He can’thelp seeming like a delinquent, given that he’s been living the C-average lifestyleby the skin of his teeth and misses about three class periods on a good week,but at least he can seem like a delinquent who would never, ever be a candidatefor competence.  He’s protecting a secretidentity out here.  Official Team PhantomPolicy, much as everyone might hate it, is that no one intervenes with Danny’scharade.  It gives Tucker hives and Samhas a hit list of bullies, but Danny’s always quick to smile off their concernand get on with his life.  He has ahealing factor and it’s been years since Dash was actually concerning tohim except as a potential stalker, Danny can stand to bite his tongue and take it.

Aaaaaaand then when he’s sixteen, Dash punchesTucker, instead.  Over some pettynothing, something that Tucker doesn’t even remember afterward—refusing to makea fake ID for him?  Laughing at Dash forfumbling a catch at the game on Saturday? Joking about how Dash’s grades were even worse than Danny’s?  It could’ve been anything.  It didn’t really even register with Tucker assomething worth getting punched over, whatever it was, but he guesses thatbullies can have bad days too.

So Tucker says whatever he says, and Dash whipsaround and sucker punches him, a swift hidden jab that only someone alreadywatching would see.  And then–

And then Danny dislocates Dash’s shoulder.  It’s not on purpose and it’s not subtle.  Tucker doesn’t really remember what happened—hewas a little busy gasping for air. Mostly he just remembers the crash of someone being slammed into a locker,and Danny’s voice, deep and un-Danny-like, snarling You don’t touch them,and a shout, a howl of pain and shock. By the time Tucker can stand upright, wheezing and clinging to Sam,every kid in the silent hallway is staring wide-eyed at Danny, skinny weakDanny Fenton who isn’t really so skinny and weak anymore.  Danny’s stepping back from Dash, who’sclutching at a shoulder that looks wrong under his letterman jacket, andDanny looks mildly horrified with himself, but he’s still standing betweenTucker and Dash.  

When the teachers show up, Danny goes quietly to theprincipal’s office, and gives a plain-spoken explanation of what happened—Dash punchedhis best friend, Danny slammed him into the wall, and somewhere in there hepopped Dash’s shoulder out of place.  He getssuspended for two weeks and detention for the next month, which he cooperateswith, and non-negotiable anger management counselling, which he mostly just…doesn’tattend.  Danny has decided that he doesn’tdo school counselling anymore, thanks.

After he comes back, Danny slips back into therhythm of things without any change in his behavior, but—it’s hard for everyoneto forget that they watched Dash’s favorite punching bag nearly put the king ofthe school through a wall.

Sam and Tucker enjoy a very peaceful remainder oftheir high school career.

18) Things they’ll never admit

Danny has not and will not talk to anyone about the accident withthe portal.  The actual events, yeah.  But he’s thought about it, and—they just don’tneed to know.  Sam already frettedherself blue over the Lichtenberg figure lacing up Phantom’s left arm to hisheart.  They don’t need to know how clearhis memory of being electrocuted is.

(Jazz watches Danny skirt around the Specter Deflector with abouta five foot radius of nervous respect, and she makes some educated guessesabout why, exactly, her brother doesn’t like being shocked.  But if he doesn’t want to talk about it, for once,she’s not going to wring it out of him.)

20) What Ifs/Alternate Timelines

I’m sure everyone and their cousin has done this but…I love Jazz and Danny’s relationship.  

So.

Jazz has been keeping an eye on herbrother for…ever.  This is partly becauseshe’s a worrier by nature and partly because their parents are both brilliantand affectionate and completely hopelessly scatterbrained.  Jack and Maddie are fine and all, but alsoJazz is frequently awestruck that she and Danny lived long enough to be able totake care of themselves.  Holy shitis she ever going to write a memoir.  TheChristmas I Re-killed the Turkey or something.  So when their parents are out for the day andshe wanders through the living room into the kitchen to see if the Nilla Wafershave been contaminated yet, and she realizes that she hasn’t seen Danny in fourhours, she starts looking around.  

Sam and Tucker’s bags are in hisbedroom, and all three of them have left their jackets by the door.  It’s a cool autumn, and Tucker complainsconstantly that he’s not built for the cold, he’s built for indoor rooms fullof computers, so they wouldn’t have gone out. The TV is off.  Danny’s room isempty.  It’s not dark enough yet forDanny to have dragged them up to the roof for stargazing.  

It’s about this point where Jazzstarts to feel like something is about to go horribly wrong.

She passes the door to the lab andhears Sam’s voice echo up the stairs, and then—

“Fine, fine,” Danny says from thebasement.  “It doesn’t even work.”

Jazz opens the door, already composinga lecture about not poking around in the lab (for Danny) and a lecture aboutremembering to lock the lab when they’re going to be out all day (for herparents), and starts down the stairs.

The crack-boom of the portalkicking on hits like a thunderclap, and then there’s a scream, someonewailing like they’re being killed.

Jazz never does remember how she gotdown the rest of the stairs, but she makes it just in time to see her brotherstumble out of the glowing green portal and fall straight through Sam’s armsand collapse into a pile of black-clad limbs and shocking white hair.

[shespsychedelic]

So this may sound ridiculous, but I'm serious. I am the goodiest of goody two shoes and the odds of me ever getting high are very slim. Could I coax you into describing your recent experiences in as many details as you can manage? Preemptive thanks, hope you're having fun and being safe.

So I’m going to put this under a cut in case people don’t want to read about this. I’m also going to just describe what everything I’ve ever taken feels like, but tbh I haven’t done that many drugs. Anyway, here you go. 

Weed: I love doing weed and being high on it tbh. Different strains affect you differently, but overall I notice that my head gets kind of floaty, and I space out. Some people get really deep when they get high, and they think about the world and things happening in it, but I just zone out and think about nothing lol. If I’m outside I tend to just look at trees or grass or the sky and take in the colors. If people try to have a conversation with me I don’t really pay attention, and I just nod along in agreement with whatever they’re saying. I definitely get the munchies on weed, so I like to get high either before I eat, or if I have a lot of snacks lol.

Coke: this one was weird the one time I did it, but I was also doing it in the bathroom of a club basement, so I was slightly paranoid that security would kick me out, and I didn’t enjoy the high as much. I only did a little bit at a time so I would get super energetic for a few minutes, and then I would comedown and have to do more. It’s nice if you’re at an event you want to get through quickly, but I generally didn’t enjoy it.

Absinthe: I’m including this one because it’s still illegal even though they don’t tend to use actual wormwood anymore. When I did Absinthe I actually had a horrible case of strep throat, and I wound up doing 3 shots of just straight Absinthe (it tastes like black licorice btw) and I woke up the next morning completely better because the alcohol killed the bacteria lmaooo. As for the high, it was quite possibly the weirdest thing that’s ever happened because all night i felt like I was drunk, but also not really? If that makes any sense?? Like I was acting like I do when I was drunk, but the blurry feeling I normally get when I’m drinking wasn’t there. I didn’t see the green fairy or hallucinate, but the colors were a little bit more vivid. 

MDMA (Molly/Mandy): this is by far one of my favorites lol. This is the pure form of what they cut to make ecstasy, so the entire time you’re on it you feel nothing but love. every time I’ve done this I’ve been so in love with everything that’s happening around me, and I feel like such a hippie with the things that come out of my mouth sjdhbv. Like once I was at a festival and my friend and I were on it, and we kept asking each other where our souls were and where they wanted to be. I kept saying my soul weas near the ocean or a river because I was thirstyyyy, which is the worst thing about MD. You get super thirsty, but you can’t drink a lot because your kidneys temporarily shut down, and can’t process water, so you have to be super careful with how much water you intake. Overall, I’ve always had a great experience with MD (except for the time I took too much and got paranoid that I’d be arrested...I didn’t but i was convinced I was lmao). I also tend to makeout with my friends when I’m on MD, but it’s never a big deal lmao, everyone’s high and suddenly the expression “free love” makes a lot of fucking sense.

Ket: this one I will never do again, not because i had a bad trip, but because I h a t e the way it made me feel lmao. Ketamine is an anaesthetic, that, when used in a high enough quantity, is used in animal tranquilizers (which is why most people know it as a horse tranq). I did this one at 4 in the morning and I was only high for probably an hour and a half but it felt like an entire week lmao. I sat on my friend’s bed and swayed back and forth, and everytime I went to move, I felt like I was walking through cold molasses. At one point my friend went to the bathroom to throw up, so my other friend went with her, and I didn’t know where they’d gone, so I stumbled out of the door to find them, and I saw my one friend hunched over the toilet dry heaving, and my other friend lying on the floor, and when he saw me he was like “Ellen come join me!” so I went and laid pretty much on top of him on the bathroom floor while my other friend was being sick, and then when she felt like she wasn’t going to be sick anymore, we got up (so so so slowly because none of us could move out muscles properly), and I swear to god getting us all back to our own bedrooms must’ve been the funniest thing on earth for an outsider to witness because none of us could walk properly shdjbvsz

Shrooms: bro that shit was SO fun. So there are many different types of shrooms, and all of them have a different kind of high they give you, and since it was Jay and I’s first time to do them, the woman at the dispensary gave us the ones that have little to no visual effects, but they make you laugh so much, and boy oh boy did Jay and I laugh our asses off. The high from these lasted about 5-6 hours, and the entire time I just laughed SO hard. We talked about Jay being partially colorblind, and the cones and rods in shrimps eyes, and then I pu tin my earbuds, played on Sunflower vol. 6 about 37 times, and stared at the ceiling occasionally giggling to myself because the beams in the ceiling were swaying to the music and the bulbs on the light fixture were pulsing with the beat, and while the light fixture and ceiling were in all actuality white, I kept seeing pink and blue layered over it, and lemme tell you, listening to Sunflower while watching a light fixture that looks like a bunch of tiny mushrooms dance, while you’re on mushrooms, is hands down one of the happiest experiences of my life. 

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Blood-Thirsty Babe (Lotor x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol, blood drinking (he's a vampire ya'll)

Word Count: 2,600

Prompt/Request: Twelfth day of the October Special: Vampire.

Summary: A vampire masquerade is all good fun, especially when another person dressed as a vampire catches your eye. Except maybe he's more than just acting like a vampire...

Author: Mod Alex

“So how’d you meet?” Oh boy, here we go.

Halloween was one of your favorite holidays; one of the main reasons this was true was because of the major costume party that your bestie held every year. She was in a sorority meaning the party was huge. Anyway, you had to go because like you said, your best friend was hosting it. This year you were going as a vampire. Allura, your bestie, was also hosting an after-party party that was a masquerade of sorts, the only catch: it was a vampire masquerade. Most of the party goers didn’t know this key fact. Only her, the sorority girls, and a handful of other volunteers were going as a vampire, but everybody was expected to go in the closest Victorian garb they can find. You were one of those volunteers. A trip to a handful of thrift stores and a stop at the Hot Topic and you were good to go. Allura had assured you that it would be plenty of fun, and you were sure it would be, but you were still pretty sure you’d dip in and out of the party throughout the night just to get a break from the fangs that were pushing against your gums uncomfortably.

The pre-party, or the first party, was fun enough- if parties were your kind of thing, that is. Allura was a queen when it came to hosting events, all the sorority girls were, it seemed. There were drinks galore, most of which were booze, meaning the party-goers were having no difficulty getting into the mindset to dance without inhibition. The furniture was overturned and most of the rooms had become occupied within the last hour that the party had been raging on. Truly it was a party worthy of the silver screen. You were already tired. The music blaring from the speakers mixed with the flashing lights was giving you one hell of a headache. You stepped out, relishing in the cool night air, it was a nice reprieve from the suffocating heat from inside. It was weird, after being in a space filled by so many other people, the absence of any life outside felt wrong. Like really wrong. It felt like someone was watching you. You shook the feeling off, deciding that maybe the party inside was in need of your return. Besides, you needed to help Alura set up the masquerade soon.

Since there was too many passed out drunks, and one hell of a mess, the masquerade was to be held at a different location- the dance floor they’d secured a month ago. Since the whole thing was a fundraiser, the expense of the lavish party room was more than covered, thankfully. When you got there, Allura and some of the other volunteers had already done a decent amount of set-up. Some decoration still needed to go up, and a few items at the food table needed to go out, but aside from that, you all were golden. “(Y/N), make sure you get into costume. The guests will be arriving soon.” Oh, you also needed to get into costume still. The extravagant outfit was far from easy to slip into, and the fangs were just as uncomfortable as you remembered them being. Oh well, at least you could still talk with them in. By the time you got done changing, guests had already begun to filter in. They were delighted to see you all were vampires. It added a level of mystery and seduction, you supposed. This party, you’d admit, was much better than the previous one. It was just as loud, but at least strangers weren’t trying to grind against you here. No, people were really getting into the theme of masquerade and pretending like they're a bunch of heirs and heiresses attending an elaborate royal ball. It was kind of fun to sink into that persona, you'd admit. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting into character too.

“Pardon me, darling, I don’t mean to burden you, but I must say that necklace adorns that tender neck of yours so splendidly.” You flashed a dangerous grin at a girl and she giggled and blushed. “Thank you kindly. It was my mother’s y’know. Pure silver.” “I see. 'Tis a right shame that such a lovely young woman is to wear something that must keep me from her.” She giggled again before resuming chit chat with her friends, occasionally eyeing you with interest. It was a part of the job- flirting shamelessly with the guests. Direct orders from Allura. Internally you were screaming with social anxiety and awkwardness, on the outside, however, you were as suave as the vampires in the movies. Truly a modern-day Louis de Pointe du Lac.

“Pardon me?” You put on a smirk before turning to face the guest. “How may I assist such a fine spe-” Your voice died in your throat. In front of you was the most attractive person you’d ever met. Piercing violet eyes (surely they had to be contacts), hair so blond that it looked nearly white (and wow it looked so fluffy and soft), and a smirk that put your faux vampire smirk to shame. You honestly felt kinda weak in the knees just being in his presence. He looked more amused by you than infatuated which was a minor major blow to your ego, especially since you were sure you were practically ogling him just now. “You can help me find something to drink. I am horribly parched, you see.” Oh right, you were one of the helping crew here. He wasn’t here to dance or flirt- no, he was here to ask you to find the damnable bar. “Of course my good sir, although I must say no drinks here would be as satisfying as your blood.” That line had worked at least twice tonight so when he laughed- actually laughed, you felt a little discouraged. When he finished laughing, he straightened himself back up. “Sorry, darling. Is that really what you silly mortals think of us?” Oh shoot, was he one of the volunteers? You were sure you hadn’t seen him during set up earlier. Maybe he got here late? “Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize you were helping out here too. I feel like an idiot now, haha.” You laughed at your own expense, relieved that he was joking around with you and not acting like an ass at your mistake. “Helping here- yes I suppose I am.” Huh, guess he didn’t want to break character. You stopped walking once you were at the bar. “Here you are, my good sir.” He chuckled. “Thank you, my dear, although it seems they don’t have what I wish to drink here.” What? The bar had at least 20 different kinds of drinks and that wasn’t even counting the alcohol. “It doesn’t?” “No, but I suppose if I must, I will settle for a red wine.” As he ordered you couldn’t help but muse over the fact that he really was like a vampire- he played the role well. “It’s quite stuffy in here, wouldn’t you say?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, he smiled in return. “Would you care to get some air with me?” Years of watching over Allura at bars and making sure you didn’t get dragged away into an isolated space with a stranger told you that no, going outside with him was dangerous. On the other hand, he seemed nice and you really could use some air. “Sure, but I gotta be back in here soon, so maybe we can head to the balcony?” A safe compromise you reckoned. “I couldn’t have chosen a more preferable meeting spot if I tried.” He walked in front of you, leading you to the balcony. As he walked, you noticed how sure his steps seemed, how he seemed to glide with each step. He oozed elegance, and as you followed him, you noticed the jealous stares you received.

The balcony was closed off by a set of thick Victorian style curtains. Lotor moved them aside so you could pass under them. He swept them aside like they weighed no more than a feather, although earlier when you had helped set them up, you had to have help because they were so heavy. You didn’t realize this until later, though. You did notice he no longer had his drink in hand, though... how odd. The night sky was out in its full glory that night. The stars looked like they'd been hung up one by one just to set the scene for Lotor and you. It was almost unbearably romantic. Why did you have to pick the balcony? At least you could still hear the chatter from inside. Lotor tilted his head up and the moonlight shone over him, making his almost white hair gleam ethereally. The night looked like it belonged to him- like he was the one who twisted the shadows and directed the moonlight. It was enchanting in the most predacious kind of way. “I would say this is much better, wouldn’t you, darling?” “Yeah, the night’s really pretty. The stars are almost never this bright.” You felt him brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, it sent shivers down your spine, but you made no move to stop him. The attention was actually quite nice. Especially since everyone just knew you as Allura’s less attractive friend. You looked over at the charming man beside you, he was already looking at you. Even the cool night air couldn't help ease the heat that had crept up your neck to your cheeks. “You have the most splendid eyes.” A squeak left you, your blush only worsening. “Thank you.” “Oh dear, I’m being too forward aren't’ I? I haven't even introduced myself.” He took your hand, bowing in front of you whilst he pressed his lips against the back of your hand. His kiss was cold as ice, leaving a ghost of his kiss even when he pulled back. “I am Lotor, pleased to meet you.” The dated greeting left you reeling and you clumsily bowed back. “(Y/N), truly an honor.” When you righted yourself again, he was gleaming. (Y/N), what an enchanting name.” The way he spoke your name like it was a fine wine that deserved to be savored, made your heart skip a beat. “Thank you.” “Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think of the creatures of the night?” What? Was he talking about vampires? “I suppose I’ve always liked them? When I was younger I always thought it would be wonderful to be bitten, but I suppose that might’ve been the fault of certain movies and novels.” He grinned again, and you noticed the sharp incisors he had. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had bought such real looking fangs. “And do you still fancy them as much as you did in your youth?” Gosh, what were these questions? “I um, I suppose I do.” His wolfish grin widened. His hand was at your neck, but he was only cupping the side of it, his thumb gently brushing over your jugular. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement thrumming through your body. “Such a wonderful neck.” He spoke more to himself than you, but you still heard it. He was really taking this vampire thing serious. At least, that’s what you thought until you looked up and saw his eyes- the sclera in his eyes to be exact- glow yellow, like a dangerous animal in the forest. The world around you spun, and despite yourself, you clung to him, like he would keep you from spinning away with the rest of the world. “Darling, would you mind too terribly if I drink from that flawless neck of yours. Your blood, I can smell it from her, you will taste exquisite.” Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart was gripped with fear, but your brain buzzed with eager anticipation. You weren’t really sure what you wanted. “I promise I won’t hurt you, darling. I can’t imagine causing such a magnificent specimen such as yourself any suffering. I will make the experience enjoyable for you.” When you spoke, your voice sounded faint, far away even, like you yourself weren’t the one talking, more like you were listening to someone in the next room talking. “Yeah, yeah okay.” Within seconds his lips were at your neck, you weren’t sure how he’d gotten so close so fast. He didn’t bite you right away, no, true to his word he was making you feel so, so good. He pressed a kiss to the area where your neck met your shoulder, trailing kisses up until he met the area above your jugular. He nipped at the area, not hard enough to puncture your skin, just enough to make your knees buckle and force you to grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He pulled back just enough to blow on your neck, the cold air sending tingles through your body. Seeming pleased with himself, he moved back in. His lips met the same spot they had been in before, pressing soft kisses. He pulled back again, although not as much as before, before biting into your neck. It felt the same way it had when he was just gently scraping your neck, only more pressure. If you didn’t know he was planning on biting you, you might have not even realized what he was doing. The quiet slurping noises probably would’ve tipped you off, though. He was sucking on your neck and a sigh left your lips. You’d probably have a hickey later, but right now you couldn’t care less about that. His tongue lapped against your heated neck, the contrast in temperature giving you goosebumps. You felt dizzy, although whether it was the blood loss or the pleasure you weren’t sure. He lapped at your neck one more time before pulling back. You’d always figured that vampires would look messier than they did in the movies, but no- there was a small trickle of blood on his chin, but aside from that he looked as put together as he did earlier. You, however, were sure you looked a hot mess. “You were even more succulent than I had imagined. Thank you, darling.” He seemed to notice your disheveled appearance and chuckled, not unkindly. “Oh dear, perhaps I got a little carried away.” “No, no. That was… good. Really good.” “I see, perhaps you would consider being my own personal donor.” That was probably a bad idea, but if it felt that good everytime, who were you to say no. “On one condition.” “Oh? What is your condition?” What was your condition- you really hadn’t thought this one through. “If I’m going to be your ‘donor’, the least you could do is to wine and dine me occasionally.” His confused look turned to one of amusement, pleased even. “Are you asking me to court you?” You blushed, realizing that yes, that was what you were saying. “Yes?” “Splendid. I would be more than happy to court you.” He leaned toward you, capturing you in a brief but absolutely spectacular kiss. He pulled away all too soon. “I’ll be seeing you soon, darling.” He turned and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. You bit your lip, turning back to rejoin the party, a smile on your features. Soon, huh? You couldn’t wait.

So yeah, that’s how we met.

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rate... casters then? if you haven't done it yet?

one two three WIFE hey honey i love you so much i think about you constantly you are the best. have you at 100 10/10/10 and bond level 10 now so you’re basically perfect now, just gotta max fou you. love your np charge skill. love your myths.. you’re good. i love you so much. i love you and kuzuki so much. i just want you guys to be happy and i just want to make you happy let me just.. treat you thank you for carrying me all the time MWUAh infinity/10

I personally like him a lot but I know some people find him uncomfortable which is totally understandable. Still.. haven’t finished working on him in FGO I’m sorry lol. Love his relationship with both Prelati and Ryuunosuke and can’t wait for him to meet his bfs again. so like 8/10? yeah

HEY HANS. man you could have been.. so much better. I know that it’s not your fault though and I have nothing against you. I just… love the idea that he’s defined by what people thought he was like based off of what he wrote about. Wish they would actually reference the bisexuality cause heyo it’s important to his stories /dab. Stop asking for alcohol you’re like 12. Wish he like.. actually acted like how he did in real life sometimes tho lol. Kiara fuckers don’t interact. 10/10 love him. 

HEY WILL. one of the best parts of apocrypha, hands down, just wish he was in more of it. shave your mustache off though it creeps me out. ever since i learned you share va’s with tesla i can’t think. love how you have a buster up which ties with amakusa and semiramis. love you so much, sorry for taking so long to level you up lol. it looks like you’re having fun which is what matters. i’ll take you to shinjuku for drinks or something. nice thighs please step on me. 10/10 would die for.

ship you with paracelsus. whenever you dress up it’s kind of illegal? just kind of? thought you would do more in london but alas. love art where you and paracelsus adopt jack and teach her about the fun ways of murder. your hair is an aesthetic. mephi is cute guys. make paramephi art im begging you 7/10

7/10 please stop haunting me and my dreams. who said you could be that hot.

you came home for new years! which was nice! i appreciate it a lot! i use you a lot and i’m sorry you’re just very useful. sorry waver i like el melloi more. long haired men are hot, it’s been clinically tested. wanna run my hands through your hair while you play dark souls. i’m not thirsty for you i support you in your transition and i hope you and your like 8 blond kids are having a fun time saving the world and dismantling the grail or whatever. 8/10

7/10 best cu hands down don’t @ me. like him in fuyuki. hope he comes back soon? also ugh when is he gonna get that animation update fgo? anytime soon? please? i think your final art is gorgeous by the by. one of the first servants i finished.

probably her best outfit let’s be real here. good girl. nothing bad to say here she’s a great daughter and i love her in all forms. 9/10

I think you were a ticket? I think? Ugh 5/10 I appreciate you coming home in all forms, I really do Tamo, ugh, I’m glad you like me so much but now I’m worried that Vicci will come home and I don’t know how to feel about that one. Pairs really well with my Medeas, I had you and Medea Lily stall for like, a whole bunch of fucking turns which made me wanna kms but also proved how well you two can stall so good job.

HELLO. I’m so sorry I didn’t use my free four star on you and instead went for the thirsty choice I’m sorry but thank you so much for coming home regardless for new years MWUAH. currently grailed to 98. I’m working on your skills next honey just please be patient. All of her lines about not liking being touched scare me and I want to fight anyone who does anything dirty with you EVEr. I think your art is gorgeous and you’re so pretty and I want to make sure you’re never sad again. Love art where you have been adopted by Hektor. I’ll beat up Jason for you. infinity/10

ANother good girl. Came home recently and three times at that! Thank you for that Nursery Rhyme. You’re.. very cute. I love how you’d expect her to be this like, shy, silent girl but nOPE she’s a critting, curious, buster machine and she works so well with the other authors good job NR. I can’t say I’d beat up Hans for you but we can certainly give him a stern talking to. Love writing her the most out of the authors honestly. Your LE episodes killed me. When are you gonna be in Extella. 10/10

His coat is made out of husband material. Very pretty. I want to braid your hair and be your assistant. One of the first servants that I got that I was like, okay I know nothing about you but you’re hot so I love you lol. His voice is very soothing. Love you with Mephi but the art with Hektor and Avi is also very cute. When I need to draw hair I draw you. Love you I’ll draw you more. 10/10

I’m sorry I know very little about you I’m sorry. I think your human form is very hot though. I have someone who has you at level 100 and they’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen TBQH. You’re cute in the summer race, Babbage sensei. Also dailybabbage is still the best daily blog don’t @ me 5/10

You also came home recently! Thanks! I actually like her a lot just hate her artist and her archer version. Wish she was an actual old lady instead of being.. whatever this is lol. Love her relationship with Edison, they seem like if they were two old friends who after their partners died they moved in together with an Indian demigod. Please put on some more clothes. Please take her away from her artist. Oh and I’ll beat up Sherlock for you. 7/10

You came home a very long time ago and I’m sorry you’ve been stuck at like.. 54 for a long time lol. I associate you with someone though. I really like Tedison but I never talk about it. I just assume all Americans are like this honestly. All hail our presi-king. hey fgo you wanna add bell so they can be friends instead of just constantly hinting at it? huh? anyways you’re good i just need to finish leveling you up. 6/10

gold border cause you’re level 90 in na. i have a lot of problems with you but i’m not the right person to talk about it. you’re still so bad in terms of racist designs i’m sorry. wish they had done you better. pat pat. 6-10/10 cause i’m conflicted honestly. your personality isn’t bad but like……….. the design… and the fact that they turned you into this like shaman when you just weren’t… and the fact that you didn’t like pictures being taken and i’m sorry geronimo that they did this to you you don’t deserve it

i wasn’t playing fgo when you arrived so please can i have a rerun? can i please have a rerun? i want iri. good mom. i want her to adopt caren and angra and be the ‘cool mom’. i’d like a hug please. thanks mom. 7/10

i associate you with ip so you’re good. i wish your final art was more interesting though. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh your event is good too. love your relationship with li shuwen. i kinda forget all the time that you were in the summer race event. WHoops. oh and also you can do your NP on me thanks. 5/10

hey i have you too! sorry you’re at like.. level 41.. i’m sorry i have a lot of casters. nice thighs.. i like your face things as well. ears are cute. hope you’re having fun with your gf. wish you would work better as a catalyst for your gf tho lol. keep it up im proud of you. also ugh beat up ozy for me thanks. 6/10

10/10 MOM. maybe one day you can be your normal self again. wish that instead of da vinci lily they did it so you went to like a different painting instead but whatever. i’ll kill kirei for you dw

you’re good. i want you to come home so i can have more dumas catalysts tbh. but you’re soft and good and i hope you’re having fun. here take a head pat. 5/10

i’d probably only roll cause then i’d have the complete emiya-einzbern family. but you’re still on thin ice. i’m sorry your event is horrible. i’m sorry your anime is too. here take a head pat. 3/10

you came home recently too! and not even in the dantes/casgil gacha which confused the shit out of me lol. thank you artist for drawing a gil so that we can finally get more gil content cause takeuchi would never. associate you with a lot of people like you’re constantly showing up on my friend’s supp list. you’re good, i think i like you better than your archer version. take a nap. 7/10

5/10 thanks for carrying me you fuck. 

PLEASe. PLEase come home. Why did you send Medb twice. I wanted you. You’re the last author I need. Literally all I need is you now. Please. I’m begging you. How much must I give for you to come home? I’m on my knees. I’m sorry Agartha did.. that. I’m sorry people do gross shit to you. I’m sorry for your tag. I’m sorry people say racist and gross things about you. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this shit. Please.. I have your gf. You can be happy here I promise. 100/10

you’re like one of the few summer servants who’s ascensions make sense good job. also like your animations. if you’d come home that would be great more dumas catalysts. 5/10

I think it’s always a good sign when you’re aunt in law comes home twice. I love how they took your name seriously with the bird wings. And I love all the subtle hints to Medea in your design, as well. Circe is by far my favourite part of The Odyssey, so I’m glad she was added. I’m curious to see if they’ll add Odysseus and what she thinks about him 9/10

I don’t have much to say about you I just wish they didn’t just shove a bunch of “vaguely African things” together and call it a day. Your attacks are cool though and I wish you and your husband a good time. Hope you have fun with David, too. 5/10?

another high on my wife list. did not know how much i loved you until i rolled you. i like you and kadoc so i won’t say you’re my wife. love your anniversary art thing. hope you’re having a good day. kinda confused about the whole “i knew i died thing” considering that anastasia became so well known because people weren’t sure if she had died or not.. kinda feels weird in a series about characters being altered by how they were remembered 15/10

gold cause he’s currently 85 in jp. can’t wait to get you to 100 baby love you. didn’t care for you as much in apo but you’re cool now. wish you would be more of a jackass to me though, show me how much you despise humanity you lil shit. multiple arms? good. horns? good. 10/10 great design love you. currently at 8/10/10 why do you need so many bullets for huh? just curious. anyways. infinity/10

you’re good. don’t think you’re like, the best fate protag but you’re good. don’t deserve all the shit you got though lol. here have a head pat. 6/10

you’re only used cause you pair well with dantes. what the fuck is going on in your final art btw. 3/10

gremlin. do not trust. 7/10

oh you know. he’s alright, i guess. 

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Forgotten Hollow part 30

Phillip: -talking to himself- Despite everything that’s been happening this bench will always manage to calm me. 

Amber: Hey. I’m sorry about everything back there. Are you okay? 

Phillip: No. I’m not okay I don’t think any of us are. Are you okay? 

Amber: I pretend to be fine, but deep I’m really not. 

Phillip: I’m just...glad I got that off my chest. I’ve been holding back anger at Stephen for a long time and tonight I finally had the guts to do it. I just know now everything is going to change he knows we’re all angry at each other and at him. 

Amber: I’m usually the optimist here, but Stephen is smart and now he’s going to look into why you finally decided to snap at him. He’ll start watching us. 

Phillip: He’s always been watching us. Out of the seven of us he trusts us the least. We both had the hardest time accepting what he told us about our parents. I probably distrusted him the most which doesn’t help your case given that you are really close to me. Stephen is smart and heknew it was a matter of time before we started to question things and call him out. 

Amber: I hope you don’t mind but I called Brandy I knew the three of us clicked at the ball and I figured it would be good for you to talk to someone who isn’t me all the times. 

Phillip: Actually I think it would be good for the both of us to make a friend. 

-Brandy and Samantha show up-

Brandy: Hey 

Phillip: Brandy hey. 

Brandy: I brought Samantha she’s been my best friend since I was a toddler. Hope that’s okay. 

Samantha: Just wanted to know if we could talk. After all you two seemed nice and there’s not a lot of teenagers around here. 

Amber: Sure we’d love to make new friends. 

Phillip: You trust her Brandy? 

Brandy: With my life. 

Phillip: Alright she can stay. What have you told her Brandy? 

Brandy: Samantha knows everything I know, but over text you said you wanted to share with me something. 

Phillip: You’re okay with me telling them right Amber? 

Amber: They seem trustworthy. 

Phillip: Amber was adopted by Stephen when she was (blank) years old and ended up being turned. 

Samantha: Okay. 

Phillip: She was adopted because her parents died in a storm. Lightning hit the boat and her parents drowned. The bodies were never found. However, I’ve been suspicious of Stephen for a long time...for various reasons. Many of which I’m not ready to discuss yet. -Amber and Brandy put their hand on Phillip’s shoulder to show support- Anyways I did some research into Amber Grace Wheatley’s parents and discovered some peculiar police reports. Lots of talks about the equipment of the boat being “sabotaged” and hearing of people sneaking around their equipment as well. They believe the storm was a cover up for murder. They described one of the suspects to the murder to be a tall pale man who was only seen at night....The description they gave sounds a lot like Stephen....

Brandy: What? You think your adoptive dad killed your parents? What why? 

Phillip: Because he wanted to adopt us. And Amber’s parents being alive was in the way. 

Brandy: That’s so messed up. 

Phillip: It is. 

Amber: I’m glad we were able to share this with you two. 

Phillip: Please don’t tell anyone. I’m looking into it more. 

Brandy: We won’t. 

Phillip: We considered telling this to our adoptive sister Joy, but given that she was born a vampire she might consider this a personal attack. Especially since we don’t have any real evidence. 

Amber: She also seems very loyal to Stephen so there’s that as well. And after the events of tonight we don’t really trust anyone in our household. We all exploded at each other and at Stephen. 

Samantha: I’m not surprised. By any of this. Vampires do horrible things. 

Brandy: Yeah they do like turning people against their will. And murdering innocent people. 

Amber: That reminds me we don’t really know your story of how you came here. We’d like to here it if you don’t mind. 

Samantha: I don’t mind sharing. 

Brandy: I don’t either. I guess I’ll go first. 

Brandy: Okay so this might sound weird, but we went to the same highschool as Markus Crow and Kat Kave did. Yes Markus and Kat who are minions of Miss H. We were freshmen at the time and they were seniors. I already told you Kat is my cousin and that she is partly responsible for the reason why I was turned. Anyways Kat had a friend a few years older than she was who previously attended the same school we did. She was extremely rebellious and got kicked out for smoking in the bathroom and a bunch of other stuff. When she did go to the school she befriended Kat and Markus. She mentored them in her rebellious ways. They did all sorts of things ditching school, cheating of tests, shop lifting, and graffitiing public property. It got worse and worse as it went on. My aunt and uncle were worried about Kat and made Kat stop hanging out with Markus and Miss H. It worked. And for awhile everything seemed to die down. Until one day I met up with Kat and she told me she was going to visit Miss H, even after her parents forbid her to be around that girl. She said that Miss H had a surprise for her. I told her not to go. I told her she was lucky she wasn’t arrested for the things she did. That she has a chance now to back away from a dark and dangerous path. She didn’t listen to me. That was the  last encounter I had with her and it didn’t go very well. Before she left she pushed me and down and took a bag of her stuff with her. 

Later that night when I got home from school my aunt and uncle called and they said Kat was missing. I freaked out. Kat was gone. Really gone. There was no trace of her anywhere. They tried and tried calling her cell phone, but no response. They tried to trace it to, but nothing. Everywhere they looked was a dead end. And everything in my life felt hopeless. 

Then a few days later the police found Miss H’s car. It looked as if it was driven off a bridge and attacked by some animal with a pile blood not to far. I was devastated at their findings. It meant Kat was never coming back. We knew that for sure now. Kat and I were close when we were younger and even though we grew apart I still cared for her deeply. The police also said Miss H was probably drinking under the influence with Markus and Kat. When the car crashed they probably tried to get help, but instead got attacked. 

A few days later I went out at night I wanted to see the car and pay my respects to my cousin. Even though our relationship fell apart I felt that I owed it to her to honor her. 

When I did arrive at the place they died, I heard some sounds coming from the near by woods. I stupidly decided to follow the sounds. I was fourteen okay. Teenagers don’t make smart decisions. 

Anyways I saw three figures in the clearing. They looked creepy glowing eyes, pointed ears, sharp teeth, I tried to turn away and run but I stepped on a branch and it snapped. The next second Markus was behind me somehow. Markus moved so fast and he had glowing eyes. He grabbed me and dragged me over to where I saw Kat and Miss H. Kat looked worried and told me I shouldn’t have come here. 

Turns out Miss H was turned by Vlad for reasons that I still don’t know and Miss H then decided to turn her “friends” Markus and Kat as well. 

Miss H told Kat that I had seen too much and to prove her loyalty to Miss H she had to kill me. Miss H and Markus left not wanting to see what would happen. But Kat couldn’t do it. Kat attacked me, but instead of killing me she turned me. 

I was knocked out by Kat and I woke up a few minutes till morning, I had to hide in a cave from the sunlight. When night eventually did come I was very thirsty didn’t know it at the time and I went looking for food. Ending up biting people. I didn’t kill or hurt anyone. 

I kind of just went from place to place at night knocking people out and drinking from them it wasn’t fun. Then one night I found a man on his own and nearly attacked him when Demetrius found me. Demetrius gave me some blood bags asked me my story and took me in. He said he sensed supernatural powers around my city. And ever since then I’ve been staying with him. He’s a good guy. I see him as an uncle figure. I can’t call him my dad since I had one once, but he probably thinks I’ve died along with my cousin Kat....

-Samantha notices that Brandy is getting emotional and decides to share her story- 

Samantha: My turn. I’ll keep my story short. I was also in highschool with Brandy. And the two of us were good friends. I was also an honors student and had plans to go to a good college. I tried very hard to be a good and successful student. 

I knew Miss H she hanged out around my neighbor a lot and caused trouble. 

I ratted on her and her friends a lot to the authorities. When she was turned by Vlad she decided to turn me as punishment for getting her in trouble with law enforcement. This was after what happened to Brandy. I followed Miss H for a short while after all I had no where to go and ran into Demetrius who took me in as well. The part that sucks is I’ll never be able to go off to college like I wanted to and I have her to thank for that. 

Phillip: That... both of your stories are so horrible. 

Amber: I can’t believe these things happened to you. 

Brandy: Me either. 

Samantha: It is what it is. 

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Austin 7/4-7/7 Messy stories

I love Rainey Street!!! I’m so glad I got to go back and experience it fully. We went to Unbarlievable, and while the drinks and people sucked, the bar was playing BANGERS from all my fave artists: Daft Punk, Maggie Rogers, Kaytranada, Washed Out, and so many others! It’s so laid-back and open, which is how I like my bars. We bar hopped a lot and the drinks were so cheap, and each space had its own vibe and white people who couldn’t dance. I’ll move to the highlight of this trip. Jas and I went to Rainey St at night again bc we wanted to see how poppin’ it would be. We went to The Container Bar first, and I really loved the concept and layout. It’s so novel and cool! I didn’t like the music, so we went to Unbarlievable where the line was 2nd longest and the music was poppin’ again. Went inside, got our drinks, spiked the shit out of it. 2 lame dudes approached us to talk, but they had no social skills, weren’t cute, and were generally killing our vibes. I’m glad they realized we weren’t interested and left. Soon after, this really tall dude asks us, “Hey girls, do you want some drinks? I’ll buy them for you.” To which I screamed, “yes! LONG ISLANDS PLEASE.” They were weak as shit, but they were free. We got our drinks, and he didn’t even talk to us. What a nice lad! I think Jas talked to him bc she was nice, but I was like eh, Idc. He’s not cute, he’s wearing khaki pants with CHANCLAS. At this point, the cute Spaniards I had seen earlier approached Jas and started to talk to her/ dance with her. He was short, but his friends were fun, and it was nice to have lively people who could at least dance to the rhythm. We were all talking in Spanish, and Mark was still here, WGW as shit. He was all alone which was really weird, and I asked him where his friends were. He replied, “Idk, lost em. *Shrugs*” I let him take some sips of my long island, and at one point, he took the long island and didn’t give it back. He took the straw. And I was like you have to buy me more!! You took my drink. So he did, and we got 2 more long islands :D He was so drunk and was taking pretty long to register/do simple tasks, but IDC, THE DRINKS WERE FREE. I think his friend came by at this point, and I yelled omg it’s your friend. Hey, what does Mark do?? His friend: he’s a doctor. I wasn’t interested at all thus far, until I heard that word. And I yelled, “A DOCTOR????!?!??!?!!! WHAT’S YOUR SPECIALTY??” And he replied MD. Who the fuck replies MD when they’re asked what they are. Usually, people would reply internal medicine, derm, etcetc. I didn’t believe him, but Idc too much either. He was really drunk at this point and somehow, it had become my responsibility to look after him. I took a foto with him bc I thought it was sooOOooOOoo funny how tall he was, and I wanted to remember this memory of a dumb guy whom I milked for drinks. He stayed with me and would put his pinky finger out to dance with me. So fucking weird, god white people. I played along whatever. I was drunk and having fun. And I always have more fun when i have a guy with me. I know it’s horrible, but nights without guys to mess around with are LAME. I don’t want to go to the bars if that’s not gonna happen. Anyway, one thing lead to another, and I’m not entirely sure of the event orders...but wait, I remember telling Jasmine: DON’T LET ME KISS HIM. Which usually means, I’m stupid and I’m gonna kiss him in 5 seconds. Back to the story, he turned me around (probably) and I ended up kissing him. He wasn’t a bad kisser, I’d give him a 6 or 7/10. It wasn’t wet; it wasn’t sloppy; he removed his lips from mine. It was nice--I liked it. I know I also screamed at him to move his hips, and he was incapable of it. We would dance with each other, and I know his hands were grazing my boob, and Jas told me too. It was fine, whatever. I wasn’t even paying attn to anyone else at this point, and I couldn’t have cared less. We kept on kissing, and soon the bar closed. We all left, and he came with me. I asked him where his friends were, and he didn’t care to find them. I walked his drunk ass out, and Jas was hungry, so I said we should all go to the food trucks and grab something. He was stumbling and couldn’t walk straight, so I held his hand and pulled him with me. I was hungrier in theory...and wanted everything, but had absolutely no appetite. We ordered so much food, and he paid for everything. He didn’t even care at this point. It was wonderful. In line, there was this incredibly cute Iranian who was dressed SO nicely with the most beautiful pearly whites. Wow undeserving. His name was Coby, something like that. Mark was so drunk, he put ketchup on the outside of his burger bun, probably thinking there was space to dip his fries. We sat across from these 2 really young college kids 21 and 22. Omg, I felt so old sitting near them. Somehow, the white kid mentioned politics, and I said I’m your standard California liberal...and Idk how or why, but Mark mentioned something abt AOC (maybe in defense of her?) I was so shocked a Southern boy knew about her and was praising her? Acknowledging her? Maybe I was drunk. All of the above. Mark gave the kids some life advice, and I was like do you really want advice from a 30 year old man who’s WGW??? They replied, yeah he’s older and he’s a doctor, we’ll take it. Smh. Anyway, we ended up leaving and we didn’t touch our food so Jas and I were forcing these black guys to take it, but they didn’t want us bc they probably thought we did shit to it. LAME, THIS IS EXPENSIVE FOOD YOU’RE GONNA BUY ANYWAY. We walked out toward the street, and Mark was like I’ll do anything you want or go anywhere you want. Something like that. Idr the exact words, and I thought, “Guess he’s coming home with me and staying on the couch ugh. He was a good enough kisser, this should be fine” Jas called the Lyft. We got in and we were probably still holding hands. Idr what was going on, but he would pull my face over to kiss him, and I felt so embarrassed bc Jas was sitting right next to me!! And he kept doing it to me ugh. Then we got inside the house, and she ran up, and I went to the living room to grab my shit to change. I had my clothes downstairs, so I went to that rr to change. I think he got some water??? And I got into the couch tired as shit, and he had already undressed himself and CLIMBED ON TOP OF ME!!! Omggggg, I’M TOO YOUNG AND SMALL FOR THIS SHIT. lmao. Anyway don’t really remember much of the details besides he fingered me, and he was really slow with the process, which I guess is better than shoving it in there and DJing. Could be worse. I gave him a hand job, and his dick was smaller than I expected. Damn. And he went down on me!! And it felt so GOOD. But I was also thinking holy fuck, I haven’t showered. I’ve sweat 10 buckets today. Poor dude. And then I asked him if he had a condom, and he said yes he did. So he searched, couldn’t find anything, then I searched and couldn’t find anything. I was so pissed. Ugh, i WANTED TO HAVE SEX!!!!!!! So he took his dick and was a tease abt it, and dicked it around my vagina, which was SO SHITTY. I felt like a teenager who had to restrain herself, and ugh I’m a grown ass woman, JUST PUT IT INSIDE ME. Unfair. It was nice nonetheless. Was he the best? No. He was good enough and he made me go on top too, which #feminism #equality--I’m all about that. And he would hold/hug me sometimes, and it felt so nice to be held by a significantly bigger man. It was after the first round at 3-4am, and I googled on my phone the closest Walgreens and told him to go buy condoms. He asked “you really want to fuck??” YES I DO!!!! bITCH!! Sometimes he would get thirsty and get up to drink straight from the sink when I had a glass of water on the table. It made me laugh. I saw his pale ass small butt there. I’m not a big butt person sorry...esp not his heh. When we “fell asleep,” he would hold me completely in his right arm, and I was really surprised. Generally, guys cant sleep like this and also their arm goes numb. But he fell asleep holding me the whole time. It was nice, but I was so fucking exhausted, and I couldn’t sleep with him snoring. Then he woke up and get second wind and we did it all over again, this time in the light…..He asked me if I could go down on him, and I did it no questions asked bc dammit I guess you eat me out, I have to return the favor. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing ever. And he kept making me give him a hand job, and all I could think about was Julian’s tweet. I’m not even good at this!! My right arm is tired!! He took so long to come, I was feeling unsuccessful, aND I WAS THIRSTY AND TIRED AND SWEATING. MY GOD. I kept blowing him and I wasn’t even switching up the pace. I tried to go around the head. I was getting so thirsty, at one point I even felt so baby barf. So I quit and said I’m thirsty. I was so sweaty. I lay on top of him for a little bit to not make it so awkward….Then I drank water and came back, “we fell asleep.” I gave up after and slept on the couch next to him or lay down on it. Idk I was losing my mind at this point. I was so tired. I slept for an hr finally and went up to chat with the girls. I was asking them what protocol was for kicking someone out bc I really wanted the couch and to be able to sleep. Oh ya, he was sleeping completely naked on the couch, and I was so worried about my friends coming down to see him naked!!! He did look so peaceful and cute sleeping though. It warmed my heart a bit and softened him to me. I digress. They said to come upstairs to sleep and let him go home alone. I thought that was weird, and I thought what if he stole shit. Also if I were in his position, I’d feel super fucking weird to be left alone. Anyway, came back down to lie down on the couch, and he awoke. He looked over sleepily at me, and asked me if I wanted the couch, to which I replied, Yes, MOVE. Oh ya he had asked me earlier twice if I was alright, or is this okay? He moved afterward. It felt so weird bc I didn’t know anything about him. Also during hooking up, I was like, Omg Im so tired, I just want to sleep, and it felt so impersonal bc it was and I was with a stranger!!! He moved to the couch and then he went back to sleep. Then he made up some BS excuse abt his back being sunburnt and wanting to lie on the floor. But I knew it was an excuse to lie down next to me. AND IT WORKED UGH. My hand was dangling off the side, so he grabbed it, held it, and kissed it. And I was like ugh my cold, dead heart. He held it close, then put his foot up to play with mine. Finally, he asked me if I wanted to come lie down with him, to which I replied yeah :\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ He asked me questions about what I did for fun in California. So weird. I asked him bare minimum questions bc I didn’t believe he was a doctor, and I didn’t really care to get to know him. We talked a bit more about nothing. Then Martin and Jenny also came down at this point. I think we started to kiss again, and he started to finger me. Jenny was being so fucking loud, I honestly wanted to slap her!!!! She’s so annoying!! I yelled shut the fuck up jenny!!! She was ruining it. It felt so nice to be held by him. I felt so safe and secure ): He fell asleep. I moved up to the couch and I had such a bad headache by this point bc I had only slept 1.5 hours max, and I wanted to die. I was being so negative to him lmao. Jas and Jenny finally left after I asked them one billion times when they were leaving. As soon as they left, he tapped me and said something, but I didn’t hear. I immediately said out loud, “Ok, let’s go upstairs to get some rest.” I wanted a fucking bed!!!!! We both went upstairs and he complimented the house. Backtracking to our convo downstairs earlier. It was so weird bc he asked me so many questions, and I get it, this was him trying to figure out who I even was. He assumed I lived in Austin, and that this was actually my house, when I was visiting and this was an AirBNB. Anyway, we went to the bedroom, and I lay to the side bc I really wanted to rest (knowing full well I wasn't). He was there with his phone texting and Idr when he told me, but he said he friends left without him. I had asked him earlier when he was leaving and he said today actually. I was kind of sad bc I was hoping he was staying until the day after so I could spend more time with him. After he finished texting, he cuddled me from the back, and we started fucking around. Then he proceeds to tell me has a condom, and I'm like what don't you get? You are actually stupid. You don't have one!!! His breath also tasted like milk at this point. Not that it was a bad thing but he hadn't brushed his teeth in a while. He went down on me again which was gr9. He asked me if I wanted to have sex without a condom, to which I replied “no, idk you.” He laughed it off. I took off my shirt and it got stuck on my big head, and I was so mortified haha. We kept doing the thing where he'd tease me with his dick outside and he’s dry hump me. And I rolled my eyes, I was tired and too sober for this. He kept making me give him a hand job and my right arm was so tired, I wanted to die. He ended up finishing himself off, and he came all over my stomach while grabbing my boob. Oh ya before that he would let me lie down on top of him, and he would hold/hug/squeeze me. It was so nice and comforting. He also had a habit of tapping his fingers on me, which I felt endearing. I asked him for a towel to wipe myself off. He said he hoped his friends were still there and that his checkout time wasn't until 4pm. I can't believe he chose to stay with me knowing full well he had to leave. He couldn't find his briefs, but I found them in the sheets. I walked him down, grabbed his sunglasses and watch for him, and he pulled me in to kiss me a few last times. He squeezed me tight and it was so sweet. I enjoyed it. We said goodbye at the door, and he did the lingering hand, and I'm sure if I gave in to kiss him, he would've pulled me in again. I've never met or been with anyone who’s so obsessed with kissing.