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[adinathinternationalindia]

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[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise no Bimbo Part Three!

Part three is here my gorgeous little demons! Now just to warn you all this is literally a filler part BUT it explains a bit of why Angel invited Y/N up to the tower when we had warned her away before!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Getting in the elevator you almost didn’t turn back to face the two Vee’s. Your nerves almost getting the better of you. But if you didn’t turn you just knew that would be a win for them. So, you straighten your spine, mentally pull your big girl panties up and turn as gracefully as you can with your best award winning smile to face them both.

The two predatory smirks and narrowed eyes directed at you made your dead heart thump in your chest.

You were so fucked!  

So, the entire taxi ride to the club you and Angel didn’t say a word to each other, a few awkward glances here and there but not a word. You watched out the corner of your eye him open and close his mouth various times as if to say something and then stop themselves. After the sixth time it was starting to wind you up.

Finally reaching the club you both make your way to your usual booth; waving over at the bartender and point to the vodka bottles behind them – your usual poison on nights out with Angel. Something was telling you that you’d be needing it more tonight. Waiting until you both had a full glass you down it in one, wincing at the sting before pouring yourself another. Catching Angel open and close his mouth again you grumble under your breath.

“Right Angel, cut the bullshit what the fuck was that back there?” Leaning back against your chair your narrowed gaze focused on the squirming demon in front.

“What do you mean what the fuck? What the fuck was with you flirtin’ with the Vee’s?” Crossing his arms defensively, glaring right back at you.

“Like fuck I was flirting! If you hadn’t noticed I was trying to escape some very unwanted advances. Which, by the way, only happened because you invited me up there in the first place!” You knocked back another glass of vodka. Wincing again you try to push down the small bit of guilt that was rising. You knew it wasn’t Angel’s fault that Vox and Valentino had acted like they did. And sure, maybe you did flirt a little bit back with them, but it was mainly out of self-preservation. Only a tiny bit was because you thought they were a hot and what girl doesn’t like a bit of attention off rich and charismatic demons? Especially when you knew you shouldn’t like the attention.

The conflicted look that graced Angel’s face made you take notice. Pouring two drinks for you both, pushing his glass towards him you ask: “what is with the face sugar?” Pulling at his bow tie he grimaced before necking his drink then taking your full one from your hand and finishing that one too. Rude.

“That isn’t exactly the way it went down Y/n”, gesturing for you to pour another round you do so but with a slight frown. What did he mean? Deciding to sip on his next drink he sighed after a moment, avoiding your eyes he admitted: “I didn’t wanna invite you up there Y/n, but Val asked me too – turns out Vox wanted to meet you”.

The drink you were sipping managed to catch in the middle of your throat, holding a hand up to your mouth you started to cough up the vodka. Eyes watering and confusion bubbling you banged on your chest with your other hand. Angel quickly sat beside you giving your back a swift tap to help dislodge the liquid. After a few moments you managed to catch your breath, turning in the seat to focus on Angel, pushing your drink back on the table.

“He what? Vox wanted to meet me?”

Angel wiped a few of the escaped tears off your cheeks with his gloved fingers, a crooked smile on his face, “yeeep, weird right?” Just a tad.

“Hang on. So let me get this crystal clear. Vox asked Val to tell you to invite me up to the Vee tower all because he wanted to meet me?”

Nodding he slips your now full glass back in your hand. Huh. It was weird.

“Well yeah sugar tits, did no red flags go up when I asked you to come considering how much I bitch about Val?” A sheepish grin tugs the corner of your lips as you shrug at Angel, even when you were alive you were an idiot for ignoring red flags. “Look babe, all I know – and you didn’t hear this from me – is that Vox heard you singing on Alastor’s show and wanted to know who you were. Val managed to rub two brain cells together and figured out that I knew you and when Vox asked him, he then came to me and demanded that I get you to the tower somehow. I’m sorry Y/n I didn’t know what they were gonna do and I should have found a way to warn you or said no some more, but you know how Val is and I ju”-

Holding up your hand to stop him talking, you processed all the information. Knowing Valentino, he wouldn’t have given Angel an option to say no especially with that damn contract they had. The logical thought here was Vox probably just wanted to see if you were a threat as you were connected to Alastor – the Radio Demon – both had an extreme dislike towards one another. So it was reasonable to believe he was just checking out the competition. The illogical (and wishful thinking) part was that he wanted you for other reasons other than seeing if you were a threat, instead just wanting you for and in nefarious different ways. Pushing that thought aside for later you realised you had been quiet for a few minutes and Angel was starting to panic.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze to stop the panic “you do not have to apologise Angel; I know if you could have prevented me from going there you would have. You are bound by your contract; I don’t hold you responsible at all. Plus, they are the Vee’s, they’d have found another way to meet me and could be that wouldn’t have gone quite so smoothly”.

A relieved sigh heaved from his chest, a small smile was back on his face, glad your friend was feeling better you sipped at your drink checking the demons out around you before Angel’s voice caught your attention again.

“Just becareful Y/n. You know you can’t trust them as far as you can throw them”, his no-nonsense look made a smile twitch at the corner of your lips. Isn’t that basically everyone in hell? Well, everyone apart from dear Princess Charlie.

“Gorgeous do I look that stupid? I ain’t about to go looking for trouble so don’t you worry about me, plus I think they’ll leave me be now. They’ve met me, mystery over, they’ll be bored and hopefully will find some other poor fool to stalk” you reason while finishing your drink.

An unimpressed Angel snorted at that. And to be honest, you were unimpressed with yourself too as you didn’t even believe your own bullshit. Remembering the sparks that came from Vox’s claws on your hips, or the powerful grip of Valentino on your chin … yeah you could only pray that they would leave you alone. But somehow you couldn’t quite see that happening.

Could you?

A small vibrate coming from your phone captured your attention, pulling it out of your purse you glance up as Angel goes up to the bar to either get more drinks or drugs. Glaring daggers at a demon who bumped into your table with their drunkenness you bare your fangs before they even open their mouth to say some drivel that you probably have heard hundreds of times before. Drunken idiots were the same in hell as they were on Earth. Opening your phone you are pretty sure you had lost your eyebrows up into your hairline.

Your notifications had gone crazy. Confused you drag open Sintagram to see you had suddenly gained thousands of follows and likes. What the fuck? Not that you were complaining but what the hell. Angel returned to the table with a cup of pills and a bottle of whiskey. Before he could sit you grabbed his hand and shoved your phone into it.

“What now?” Gesturing to the notifications he started to laugh. “Ooooh sugar, finally you are reaching my level of stardom so what did ya do? Show those glorious tits finally on here? Accidental nip slip? Not so accidental nip-slip?” His chuckles became louder as your cheeks got redder.

“No nothing like that, or I hope to Hell that I didn’t on my last post!” Going to grab your phone, Angel shoved you back in your chair as he started flicking through your notifications. Grumbling in defeat you grab the bottle of whiskey and pour yourself a shot. You’d drink yourself to death, but you stayed away from the drugs here – you took a purple pill when you first came to hell and couldn’t move for nearly a week.

“Welllllll… it’s no nip slip”, a sly smirk was tugging at his lips, and he popped a pill into his mouth. Pouring another shot of whiskey, you raise your eyebrows up in question. “Seems like it’s not just the two Vee’s attention you managed to grab”. Frowning you take your phone off the now smug demon. You paused in shock when you see.

Seems Velvette had tagged your photo on her story with the hashtag #newmodel? Flicking your gaze back up to an amused Angel.

“Well toots … you might as well collect all three than just two. Here’s to you babe - you are so fucked”. He raised his glass. Raising your own you blink in shock.

Fucked was right.

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[dixons-sunshine]

Drunken Love—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: A few coworkers from your job as a teacher invited you out to a bar to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. You brought Daryl along with you, and it also happened to be the first night you saw your husband drunk—and it was a hilariously sweet to experience for you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre Apocalypse.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU, but can be read as a standalone.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication.

Word count: 1.2k.

A/n: I don't really like this, but I wanted to get this done. I have another young!Daryl fic in the works that will be much better than this (hopefully). This was just a filler to make up for my lack of actual writing.

“To the beginning of our few months of freedom.”

“I'll salute to that, Chloe.”

“Hear, hear!”

You laughed and brought your beer bottle up to clink with those of your coworkers, before taking a swig from the bitter yet delicious liquid. Your coworkers and friends—Derek, Chloe and Aubrey—invited you out for a rare get-together to just unwind and relax. The evening summer air calmly blew into the bar whilst some song played on the jukebox. Earlier that evening, your husband had disappeared to play a round of darts with your friends' partners—a singular round that turned into more than just one—and he was surprisingly having fun, and so were you.

“Mhm,” Derek hummed in approval as the taste of the drink flowed down his throat. He placed the glass bottle down on the table before leaning back in his chair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “This is the life. No worries, no having to get up early tomorrow morning, nothing. We're free.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You're saying it as if your job is a death sentence.” You took another sip from your beer. “Do you hate working with the little kiddos, Derek?”

“Not at all. I love working with those kids.” Derek leaned forward, as if sharing a secret with all of you. “It's their parents I have beef with. One cheek kiss from Matt and bam, I'm trying to corrupt their kids.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbed the bottle again and took another swig from it. “I'm happy to be free of those judgemental, two-faced bitches for the summer. Matt and I can enjoy our lives for a while.”

“For what it's worth, at least you'll always have us to back you up.” Aubrey pointed the bottle in Derek's direction in a half salute. “Consider us your wing women. As long as you have us, those bitches won't stand a chance.”

“I'll drink to that,” you voiced. Another toast happened, filled with laughter and friendly chatter. “So, do you guys think—”

“Y/N!”

At the sound of your name being called, you turned around in your chair and saw your friends' partners approach the table you were sitting at, your husband being helped by Julian, Chloe's fiance. You raised your eyebrow questioningly at Matt, who had called your name. “Yeah?”

At the sound of your voice, Daryl perked up and stumbled out from under Julian's helping arm, sluggishly walking over to you. “Peach, hey.” He leaned down to hug you, almost tripping over his own feet. “Missed ya so much.” He hiccupped once, his arms never leaving their place around your body.

You shot an unamused look at Matt, Julian and Pierce, but you were met with amused laughs and equally drunken stumbling. You shook your head and sighed, downing the last of your beer and standing up. You wrapped and arm around your husband to steady him.

“What the hell did you guys do to him?” you inquired questioningly.

Matt shrugged and made his way over to Derek, leaning down and wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind. “A game of truth or drink happened. Not our fault your husband chooses to be so secretive.”

“Ain't my fault y'all ask such damn invasive questions,” Daryl hiccupped defensively.

You chuckled and shook your head again. You turned towards your friends again, about to reach into your bag to grab some money to pay for your drinks, but Derek waved you off. “It's okay, I've got it. Just get him to bed.” He stopped and looked up at Matt, shaking his head with a small laugh. “I have to do the same as well.”

You laughed and nodded. “Thank you. See you all next time?” Everyone sent you their own greetings, and with that, you walked out of the bar towards Daryl's truck. On the way to the vehicle, your husband almost tripped over his own feet, eliciting a loud, amused laugh from you. It was rare for you to see Daryl even a slight bit drunk in your presence, so seeing him in this state was a bit amusing. As long as he didn't hurt himself or others in this intoxicated state, you wouldn't be mad at him. He deserved to let go every once in a while.

The drive back to the apartment was spent in relative silence, save for Daryl's hiccups. However, the same couldn't be said for the trek up the stairs to your apartment. Daryl kept stumbling and swearing every time he almost fell, and you couldn't stop giggling at him. When you finally reached your apartment, you gently pushed Daryl to your bedroom and tried to help him out of his vest, but he protested and pushed your hands away.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Dun' call me tha', and keep yer hands to yerself,” Daryl grumbled, slowly starting to unbutton his vest himself. “I have a girl already. M'sure yer nice and all, but I ain't interested.”

You laughed lightly in realization and shook your head fondly. “Well, at least I know you're loyal, but I never doubted that to begin with.” You walked forward again and gently cupped Daryl's cheek, his foggy blue eyes meeting your eyes. “Babe, it's me.”

Realization dawned on Daryl, and he gave you a lopsided smile. “Hey.” He turned his head and kissed your wrist, his kisses trailing all the way up your arm until he reached your collarbone, and then your neck. “So damn gorgeous. M'the luckiest bastard on the planet.”

You giggled and gently pushed Daryl away before he could kiss you. “Slow down, cowboy. There won't be any of that stuff tonight.”

Daryl slowly nodded as he allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed, barely noticing you prying his boots off of his feet. “Righ'. M'sorry, Sunshine. Didn't mean to make ya uncomfortable.”

You smiled at him and shook your head, sitting down next to him on the bed. You gently treaded your fingers through his hair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “You didn't make me uncomfortable,” you began softly. “It's just not the best idea to do that right now. You're drunk and I don't intend on taking advantage of you like that.”

“Ya wouldn't,” Daryl denied, closing hi eyes under your gentle touch. “I wanna make ya feel good.”

“Not tonight, okay?” you gently urged him, continuing your gentle caress through his hair. “You need to sleep. You're gonna need it. You're gonna be so hungover tomorrow.” When you didn't get a response from your husband, you frowned and looked down at him. “Dar?” A light snore came as a response, eliciting a fond chuckle from you. “Goodnight, love.” You sighed as you stood up, shaking your head with another chuckle. “You're really gonna hate yourself for getting drunk when you wake up.”

That was the understatement of the century. Luckily, Daryl had you, his considerate, beautiful wife who loved him beyond belief, to help him get over his hangover. And if the price of having you take care of him was some light teasing about his drunken state, so be it.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[hellodarling1357]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello!!! Part 3 is finalllyyyyy here, I’m so sorry for the wait. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but the next part should (hopefully) be up soon.

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2 ✨

Enjoy and let me know what you think 🥰

Word Count: 2.3k

Your feet stumbled as you came to an abrupt halt, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair walking along the other side of the river.

The male you had let yourself believe you had a chance with, and the female, Evalina, who was clearly his perfect match.

Cassian and Evalina had been together almost two decades ago before their relationship was ripped to shreds by such a monumental fight that no one had dared asked Cassian what had caused it.

Although you had been concerned for Cassian during the fallout, you couldn’t help the guilt-ridden joy that coursed through you at the thought of Evalina no longer being around.

It seems, however, you were wrong.

Embarrassment washed over you as you realised this is what Cassian would’ve wanted to talk to you about this morning; he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying and, oh, by the way, Evalina is back in the picture.

“Y/N?”

Mor pulled you from your thoughts, her eyes tracking over to see what had you stopping, causing her to let out a sigh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to keep moving.

“Come on. Let’s skip dinner and get you nice and drunk.”

You wouldn’t argue with that.

*****

“Hello ladies, welcome, welcome,” A handsome fae male greeted as you stepped inside the cozy wine bar. “How can I help you today? Table for two?”

You let Mor answer and guide you to your seat, too caught up in self pity to say anything to the male.

“Now,” He said with a clap of his hands and a dazzling smile. “My name is Bryn, owner of this establishment and your server for today. We are fairly new here and are missing a few shipments so our drinks list is somewhat limited, but I’ll do my best. What were you both after?”

Mor shot you a glance but you were preoccupied with looking out the window, torturing yourself by trying to catch a glance of where Cassian and Evalina might have gone.

“Just a bottle of wine please,” Another glance in your direction had Mor adding, “And two shots of vodka”

With a chuckle, Bryn took your menus and promised to be right back with your drinks.

“So,” You glanced back at Mor as she spoke, knowing your face was the picture of misery but unable to bring yourself to care. “Are you finally going to admit to me that you’re head over heels in love with Cassian, or do I have to keep pretending not to notice?”

You let out a groan and placed your head on the table.

A soft “ahem” caused you to jump up, cheeks flushing, as you realised Bryn had just arrived with two shot glasses.

You gave him a sheepish look and muttered a quick “thanks”, kicking Mor under the table as she laughed at you and your clearly broken heart.

Downing the shot, you glared back at Mor before reaching across the table and downing her shot as well.

“Hey!” Mor grumbled as you slammed the glass down.

Before you could respond, Bryn appeared again, bottle of clear liquid in hand.

“Looks like you might need this,” he said as he filled up both glasses again. “It’s on the house.”

Mor quickly grabbed her glass back before you could finish both of them off again.

With a sigh you pushed your now-empty shot glass towards the middle of the table.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“Does Cassian know?” If he knew it would make the whole mess of a situation so much worse.

“I don’t know, Y/N. But I’m not sure if—“

You were hardly listening to what she was saying as you replayed the past 24 hours and the emotional roller coaster you had endured.

“I feel so stupid,” Mor stared back at you in silence, giving you a small smile that encouraged you to continue. “Last night, once we got back, we were just arguing back and forth, just about dumb things, and then he said…he was drunk, really drunk, but he said he loved me.”

Two wine glasses were placed in front of you and you graciously took a sip, unable to bring yourself to meet Mor’s eye.

“He said he loved me, and…I don’t know, I passed it off as him being drunk and just being him. But then, before he went to bed, he said it again, and the way he looked at me…,” You let out a heavy sigh before taking another sip of wine. “I just feel so stupid for letting myself think, hope, that it was real and that he actually meant it. But then this morning he wanted to talk, and now that Evalina is back in the picture…” You trailed off, still trying to piece your thoughts together.

Mor was silent for a moment as she turned over all you had said. It didn’t make any sense. She had seen you and Cassian together, the way you looked at one another, the joking and back-and-forth banter, the way both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except yourselves. But maybe she had been wrong…

“It might not be what you think it is,” Mor finally said. “Maybe just give yourself a couple of days, get some distance from him so you can sort out your own thoughts. Then we’ll work it out.”

Giving her a small smile, you nodded in response before changing the topic.

“Enough about me,” A sly smile spread across your face. “Will your friend from last night be joining us at Starfall this year?”

*****

You didn’t need to try too hard at avoiding Cassian over the next few days. Despite the upcoming celebrations, your workload remained never ending, allowing you only fleeting greetings as you crossed paths with one another.

As luck would have it, the week before Starfall, Rhys sent Cassian to Illyria to look into some rumoured wing clippings that had started springing up across some of the smaller camps. Although you missed him and worried about your friend whilst he was away, you found a sense of relief filling you as you were no longer having to hide away to avoid him.

You knew you would have to talk it out eventually, but for now you let yourself ignore the emotional turmoil and instead focused on the upcoming Starfall celebrations.

*****

You were just adding the finishing touches to your makeup when there was a knock on your door, followed by Mor letting herself in, not waiting for you to answer.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled at your friend in the mirror as you swiped some blush over your other cheek.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She greeted as she passed you a generously filled glass of wine before setting herself down in one of the armchairs.

“Says you, you look absolutely stunning.” Mor just brushed off your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“Well go on, let’s see the dress. Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Taking a sip of wine, you walked over to your changing room, haphazardly throwing your silk robe onto the floor as you donned your Starfall dress.

Despite yourself, and the whirlwind the past two weeks had been, you couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. The distance from Cassian had helped you sort through your racing thoughts and allowed you to compose yourself enough to act as though nothing had changed.

Cassian had been delayed at one of the war camps and, according to Mor, had only returned to Velaris a few hours ago. Having been locked away with Rhys upon his return to go over his reports, and then with you spending the better part of the day bathing and getting yourself ready, you were yet to actually see him.

With a sigh you brushed out the skirt of your dress before grabbing your shoes and heading back out to the main part of your bedroom where Mor was waiting.

“I told you it was the perfect dress.” Mor squealed excitedly at the sight of you.

Grinning back at her, you quickly slid into your shoes before doing a final check over. You could feel your nerves start to flutter at the thought of seeing Cassian again, most likely with Evalina by his side if the other night was anything to go off.

With a final deep breath, you picked up your wine glass and turned to Mor.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

*****

The echo of music and excited chatter flowed down the hallway as the two of you headed towards the crowd. A quick glance around the room told you Cassian was yet to join and you felt your tension somewhat ebbing away as you and Mor headed over to where Rhys, Azriel, and Amren stood.

You lost yourself in the music and just being able to enjoy the night with your friends, your worries from earlier were long gone, the multiple drinks you had consumed definitely playing a helpful factor.

Noticing everyone’s glasses were getting low, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar to get the next round.

Patiently waiting for a tray of five glasses, you leant against the wall and watched the party before you in a contented silence. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you were also keeping an eye out for a certain red-siphoned Illyrian who you had yet to spot.

“Well you’re definitely looking better compared to the last time I saw you.”

You startled at the fae male who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hi…” You trailed off, giving him an apologetic smile. He definitely looked familiar but you couldn’t place where you had met.

“Bryn.” He laughed. “You and your friend visited my bar the other week. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering me, seemed like you had quite a bit on your mind.” He finished with a wink at your clearly embarrassed expression as you thought back to your sorry state that night.

“Bryn, of course. How are you? How’s business?”

Shooting you another grin, he excitedly said, “Oh, it’s really great. Been pretty busy so that’s keeping me busy, but I do love it. We have a similar establishment in the Dawn Court but my partner is originally from here so we decided it was time to move back. Actually…would you excuse me? I believe one of the guests over there dabbles in the selling of fine wines…”

You blinked in response to his faced paced chatter and his sudden retreating figure, shaking your head a bit with a chuckle at what felt like the conversation equivalent of whiplash.

“Miss…” A voice called out, “Your drinks.”

Turning back to the bar, you hurried over for the tray, offering a gracious smile before heading into the throng of people to where your friends stood.

“Well you took your time, did someone catch your eye?” You rolled your eyes at Mor’s teasing as the others chuckled and thanked you for the drinks.

“Actually,” you started, giving Mor a dismissive look when she excitedly perked up. “Bryn, the owner of that new bar we went to the other week, is here, he was just telling me how it was all going. Here, someone hold this, I’m just going to take the tray back.”

You handed your glass off to Azriel before weaving your way back towards the bar. You waved at Bryn as you passed, who was now animatedly talking to who you assumed was the wine seller.

Movement behind you and the sudden call of your name had you looking around, your heart dropping as you were suddenly stood in front of Cassian and Evalina.

You gaped for a moment before quickly collecting yourself and plastering on a smile.

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “You’re back.”

Cassian gave you a soft smile, opening his mouth to say something but Evalina cut in.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you. Cauldron, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” You stiffened as she locked her arm around Cassian’s, a smirk gracing her features. “Can you believe that I’ve finally found my mate?”

And there it was.

You felt the blood rush to your head, the surrounding sounds of the party becoming a distant murmur as your body tensed and eyes went wide.

Her mate. Cassian was her mate, and she was his, and…

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cassian’s concerned voice had everything rushing back into focus.

You blinked up at him, cursing yourself for the burning sensation as tears welled in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you should be happy for him, for them. But you couldn’t muster the energy to pretend anymore, not as you felt your heart break into a million little pieces.

Ignoring Cassian’s question and the bewilderment on Evalina’s face, you turned on the spot and walked away.

*****

Sorry… 👀

[bloodycherry22]

Insomnia | Ellie Williams

Genre: Smut

Summary: Dina invites you over, you didn't realise that she would be there, nightfall hits and you just can't sleep, annoyingly, neither can she. (enemies to fuckers/lovers)

Warnings: Hate sex, smut, cussing, like alot of cussing, fingering, tribbing, Ellie is cocky af, kind of mock hate, Dina mentions a 'jen' this is a made up, filler character that means nothing.

Not proofread

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Fucking liar. Fucking Dina said she wouldn't be here, said it was just a few people and that it would be no bother. Here you are, sat on the couch, holding a clear glass, half full of a brown alcoholic liquid, surrounded by some friends, Dina beside you, Jesse on the couch opposite you and next to him, Ellie.

God knows why you hated her, but she hated you, and it was rare you two could be left for longer than 5 minutes before someone was on the others ass about something, yelling their ear off. It was like she held some kind of enjoyment from pissing you off, the way she stared at you and smirked as she drank from her glass, not even acknowledging the burning sensation in her throat. Her slender fingers wrapped around the glass as she leaned back into the couch, man-spreading, deep eyes glaring into you. You scoffed, narrowing your eyes and turning away from her, if she wasn't such a dick, she'd be good looking.

Dina nudged your arm, making your gaze shift in her direction, she frowned at you teasingly "will you two be friendly for one night?" She huffed, drinking her beer. You smiled at her and nodded apologetically, finishing your own drink, biting down a sour face at the strong taste. "i'm going to get another drink" You state, internally fending off thoughts about outright leaving. As you stride by her, walking into the kitchen and pouring more of the thin brown liquid into your glass. Whiskey. It sucks ass, but sources are limited. The transparent liquid slowly began to overfill the rim of the glass as you zoned out, clueless to your surroundings.

A sculpted hand reached for the bottle and tilted it till it stood straight once again "Careful, some people also want to drink tonight." Her voice filled your ears. Instantly, you recognized her presence, the passive aggressive tone to her coarse voice. You sucked in a sharp breath and turned to face her. "I zoned out, sorry." You replied calmly, wanting the conversation to be quick and sharp.

"It's fine, just you know, takes weeks to find a crate of this shit, no bother" She shrugged and poured herself a glass, not spilling a drop before wiping down the counter. It gave you a moment to look over her, a brown shirt draped over her arms and shoulders, unbuttoned, covering up the lighter shirt beneath, her thighs jean clad, looking muscular and usual black converse on her feet, stained. Her hair was tied slightly, falling out of place and her expression was blank. You didn't like the feeling and tension in the air from the interaction.

The way she aggressively handed the cloth to you, a stench of whiskey filling your nose as you looked at her, raising your brows as she smiled sarcastically. "Bye" Her smile turned to a smirk as her eyes scanned over you, up and down, it was as if she had placed a frog in your throat, unable to respond as she calmly left the kitchen, heading back to the living room.

The kitchen suddenly seemed smaller and your heart began to beat faster, but you shook it off, knowing it was just her and you shouldn't let her annoying antics bother you. A sigh escaped your throat as you picked up the glass with so much care you swear it was worth more than a new born baby because you were not fucking dropping this.

When you stepped back into the living room, Dina waved you over happily, talking with a few friends and Ellie, was she trying to set you up? But, begrudgingly, you walked over and greeted everyone, nodding at Ellie who just seemed to be aggravated that you were here, maybe she was just as annoyed as you were. Yet, both of you kept your cool, seemingly for Dina but also because it could cause a scene.

Dina smiled at the both of you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, both you and Ellie sharing uncanny glances. "So.." Dina spoke up and Ellie groaned at her tone, making you roll your eyes at her annoying attitude towards everything in life. "I know, you have your..differences, but, i'm worried that Jesse is going to kill a guy, he's been on me all night"

"Dina, babe, what does this have to do with us?" You interrupted and to your disbelief, she nodded in agreement.

"Well, the rooms tonight, were meant to be me, y/n and jen in my bedroom and Jesse, Ellie and that guy..in a room" She paused to scan both of your reactions. "I need you guys to stay y/n to swap places with Jesse so they don't kill each other is what i am saying" She said rapidly and you snickered, shaking your head in response "Funny"

"Yeah, funny, nothing will happen, i'll be there with Jesse" Ellie stated, putting her drink down to focus on the conversation. "Guys..please just make this easy on me, it's one night, your just sleeping, nothing more, no need to talk or yell or fight." She pleaded and picked Ellie's drink back up, handing her it. "Thanks!" She left.

"I didn't agree!" Ellie yelled and you scoffed, turning away.

Hours passed, and a few drinks, but just enough to sit a comfortable buzz in your head, it was pitch black outside and you grew weary of your night with Ellie, you expected her to just sleep outside or something, rather than sleep within 6ft of you, but when you stepped into your assigned bedroom, she was sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes.

"That guy hasn't even showed, i think i saw him passed out in the bathroom" She stated, voice sounding not so happy, her eyes facing her shoes.

"That sucks." You said. Carefully and quietly, you took of your own shoes, and jacket before looking at the double bed Ellie sat on, then the couch not too far from it. "I'll sleep on the couch, guessing thats 'the guys' bed" You huffed and flopped onto the old cushion, looking at her and seeing her gaze on yours.

Her eyes were dark and tired, hair slightly messy and freckles fading a little due to being inside more often. She nodded and turned away "If you get uncomfy, i don't bite" She teased. switching off the light. Other than the rustling of both your blankets, it was silent, and it stayed that way for what felt like hours.

Hours of nothingness, eery silence, she wasn't asleep, she hadn't even let out a snore or a heavy breath, she hadn't mustered a noise, she must've been awake. "Ellie?"

"What?" She asked, but it sounded like more of a statement, the tone of her voice being fed up.

"Jeez, just seeing if you were awake" You huffed, furrowing your brows, although you knew she couldn't see.

"Of fucking course i'm awake, it's like creepily fucking silent but you don't see me asking you questions" She spat

"Jesus Christ, i said your name, you so easy to piss off."

Suddenly, the bedside lamp clicked on and Ellie sat up, she was a little more disheveled and she squinted her eyes due to the light, her shirt fell off one of her shoulders. She ran a hand through her hair and tilted her head at you. "I'm not easy to piss off, your annoying" She calmly stated and you grumbled, turning away from her.

"Come on, you said my name, you must've wanted a chat" She teased, again, in that snarky voice.

"Shut the fuck up Ellie" You got up from the couch and walked towards the door but she was quick to jump up, reaching to stop you, hand landing on top of yours, not allowing you to move the door handle. "Okay, I'm being a dick"

"Yeah, you are" You tried to nudge her away but she stood her ground and looked at you in confusion. "What? I'm apologizing"

"No, your admitting to being a dick, which you are, but that makes you no less of a dick, in fact it makes you more of a dick because ultimately your simply saying it to make yourself feel better which is like the ultimate dick move-"

She kissed you, aggressively, her lips feeling like fire against your own, her hands grasping either side of your face as you imagine the dirty sight of them on your cheek, veins spread over her slim fingers which you stare at all the godamn time. Her lips move against yours and you find yourself doing the same in perfect symphony, your hands finding her auburn hair, tugging at the ends, making her gasp and pull back.

"Your the fucking worst" She says and you smirk

"I hate you" You tease, but she just grins, leaning down to kiss from your jaw to your neck, letting her tongue glide over the skin of your throat.

"I hate you more" She responded, hands moving to land on your hips, pushing you against the door with a gentle slam, she sucked at the skin of your neck, peppering kisses down your collarbone before pulling back. "No witty remark?" She snickered and you just scoffed, pulling her in for another rough kiss, her tongue pushing into your mouth and fighting with your own as her hands squeezed your waist.

Her right hand trailed to the zip of your pants before undoing them and slowly tugging them down. A hum left your mouth into the open mouthed kiss as she pressed her index finger over your barely clothed heat. A whine escaped you as she began to draw small circles against your clit, biting at your bottom lip before pulling back.

She pushed your panties to the side and swirled her finger over your cunt, watching the way your hips jutted ever so slightly at the 'touch' with focus, she pushed her middle finger into you, biting down on her lip as she stared. Your head fell back against the door as she curled her finger to meet your g spot, uttering out a moan, you grasped her wrist and she chuckled lightly.

"Fuck babe, you suck me in so well, not even two fingers" She commented, her eyes stuck on your hole, watching the way her finger slipped in and out of you perfectly, just the way you wanted.

"Y-your insufferable" You declared through gritted teeth, your eyes screwed shut as she began rubbed at your clit, breathing out small moans.

"Sure i am doll, and your the fucking worst" She pushed especially hard into you, knuckle deep, eyes trailing up to watch your reactions, loving the way she had you.

"Ellie-I'm gonna cum" You whimpered out, hips resting fully on her hand as her finger pummeled your insides, body shaking slightly. She nodded "Thats it, cum for me, you know you want too" And you did, with a few rocks of your hips, you released all over her hands, much to her pleasure and she laughed a little.

"Fuck, your a mess" She teased, wiping her hands on her jeans an looking at you, her hand cupping your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "You really shouldn't go out looking like this" she joked

"Your not fucking funny" you panted and pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing at her neck, she hummed and placed her hands on your thighs.

"So cocky" She huffed, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your lips just below her collarbone "Such a bitch" she mumbled. Your hips rolled against hers as you lifted your head to pull her shirt over her head. You then kissed at her rib cage as you undid her jeans, tugging them down with a desperation before sitting back up to look at her. She narrowed her eyes "You know your not in charge right?"

"Oh yeah? Says who?"

"Me, don't be a fucking idiot" She grasped at your hips, hard enough to leave bruises causing you to let out a small gasp, building her ego even more. With a huff of defeat, you helped slide her underwear off before looking into her eyes, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. "Those eyes don't work on me sweetheart, maybe you should've tried that in the past rather than cussing me out or throwing hands hm?" She cooed teasingly and you scoffed, looking away.

"Your so easy to piss off" She mocked you from earlier, making you smile a little before groaning. "Ellie just fuck me already"

"So glad you asked" She announced and sat up, kicking off her underwear, she lifted one of your legs over hers so you were perfectly intertwined and smirked. "You ever done this baby?"

"Shut up and get on with it"

"So feisty" She commented and rested her head in your neck, pressing the odd kiss to your neck as she began to rhythmically move her hips against yours, the sensation overwhelming and amazing in the best possible ways. She let out a quiet moan into the crook of your neck, sending a shock wave to your core, keening your body against hers, you whined out. She panted and you felt the coil in your stomach growing tighter, suddenly she moved against you faster, her hips bucking and rolling out of sync with yours but somehow feeling amazing.

Her noises grew louder along with yours and the blended noise of both your curse words filled the room as you felt yourself coming undone against her. She seemed to do the same as she rutted a few mire times before resting against your frame.

"woah"

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The next morning Dina raised her brow at the both of you, noticing the fact there was much less tension, and you were wearing Ellie's shirt, she smiled, her plan had worked.

A/N:i honestly don't like this but i disappeared for months and needed a comeback.

[gay4harm]

pairing: Riri x black reader

warning: 16+, smut, cheating, reader has a boyfriend who treats her like shit, thigh riding, fingering, oral (reader receiving), cunnilingus and das it I think

song inspo: One night only by Sonder

A/N: I really don't know how to feel about this but it's just a filler until that Riri x troublemaker reader fic come out. Hope you guys like it!

Before Tyler your current boyfriend you never realized that someone could be involved in intercourse and not have an orgasm.

Here you were doing missionary style with your boyfriend and you could barely feel anything, but at least he was enjoying himself.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" and that's exactly what he did, in under five minutes he was able to come and you were still there feeling untouched. He got off of you and fell right asleep, guess aftercare wasn't his thing.

Tyler might have not the best in bed but he was still a pretty good boyfriend besides the fact that he cheated on you, but it didn't really count since you guys were on a break. He fucked at least three girls in that month of you two not being together and you got him tested right after you found out. Besides him not being good at sex and he did lie sometimes, he was still funny and he made you feel good most of the time, he was attractive, he had money and besides all the lying, manipulation and his angry issues he was really just a big old teddy bear on the inside. Although he made you feel used he was all you had, you two had been together since high school, he was basically your first everything.

You guys had only went on a break because you had realized you also liked girls just as much as guys, you had never been with a girl but there was just something about them that set you off, you told him that you wanted to experiment but he wasn't having any of it, you guys had went your separate ways for a month and in that month you met Riri Williams, your first impression was of how fine she was and she really made you realize that you definitely were into girls, you two took it slow at first but then Tyler came back and you couldn't resist so you went back with him.

But now you were slowly falling out of love with him so much so that you wanted to break up with him for real this time. Which is exactly what you were gonna do after a party that was going on tonight, so you got ready, you put on a short sleek black dress that stopped at the bottom of your ass and hugged your curves perfectly. You just wanted to get drunk and have fun and hopefully get laid but you weren't sure yet.

Upon arrival you saw several people grinding on each other, you were hot and sweaty even though you had only been in there for a few minutes, the smell of weed lingered and you were sure mostly everyone was high or on the verge.

As you maneuvered through the crowd, you found yourself in the kitchen where you found enough liquor on the table and counter that it could be classified as a bar, half of it you had never even heard of. You grabbed a red solo cup and began to fill it up with the first bottle you saw. You downed it as quickly as you could and it burned as it went down your throat.

As you turn your met face to face with a familiar face, your best friend Nadia who had a cup filled with some mystery liquid. "Hey girl! I didn't think you were coming."

"Yea it was a bit of a last minute decision" You look down at the cup in her hand wondering what it was. "What's that?"

"Oh you want some? It's kind of strong." She hands you the cup and you take a big swallow, you cough due to the strongness taking you by surprise, the drink tasted like straight liquor. "I thought you said it was kind of strong! What is this?" Without answering you she just laughed in your face as she took the cup from you. "Here you wanna dance?" She leads you to the dance floor and you two begin to grind to the music.

After several drinks and dancing with a bunch of randoms the party was starting to die down mostly everyone had already left or they were getting ready to go. One of your surprisingly mostly sober friends offered to take you and two other people home but due to the amount of liquids you had just downed, you needed to use the bathroom, every bathroom was occupied so you entered some random bedroom hoping there would be a restroom you could use.

You had expected the room to be empty but instead you were met with a familiar face, the one of Riri Williams rolling up a blunt. "Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't think there was anyone in here, I was looking for a bathroom." You begin to walk out but Riri's voice stopped you. "Wait if you need to go then there's one in here." She gestures to the door leading to one and you walk in closing the door behind you. You relieve yourself and clean up a bit.

Before you could leave the room she stops you again. "So how you been ma?" Your quite familiar with the pet name and you're also familiar with the pit it put in your stomach. "Oh yea I've been great, thanks for asking." There was a moment of silence before you spoke again, "um- how have you been?" She finished rolling her blunt and lighting it before speaking again, "Yeah I been good. How's your boyfriend? Tyler was it? I forgot" you look down before answering, "Yeah he's good I guess."

"Why you seem so hesitant about yo answer?"

"Oh no it's no reason, he's just a lot, you know?" You stubble a bit over to her clearly drunk, you had been slurring over your words a bit at first. "Nah I don't know, whatcu mean?" You look down at your hands playing with them, being around Riri made you nervous, which you hated. "He is just such a dick, I honestly don't even want to be in a relationship with him" Riri was a bit surprised by your honesty but she knew it was only a matter of time until you realized he was a shit boyfriend.

"He just doesn't know how to handle having a girlfriend, he's a liar and he's probably cheating on me right now. And you want to know the worst part about it, he is so bad at having sex. I don't think I've ever had a time were we had sex and he actually made me come." Riri was more than surprised now, she knew Tyler was a shit boyfriend but she didn't know he was a bad lover too, she had thought the sex is what brought you back to him. "So if he's a shit boyfriend why are you still with him?"

You laughed a bit at her question "Honestly I don't even know, he is literally so bad at sex that after we finish, I have to finish myself off, it's such bullshit, I haven't been fucked good in so long. It's honestly hurting me, he is such a little bitch with a small, tiny ol dick that can only last like three minutes, he can't even fuck me properly." You were slurring on your words, but everything you were saying was true, it's just that you never got the opportunity to say it.

"Damn I didn't know it was like that, must be pretty miserable for you huh?" Riri's question was pretty valid, you were miserable, you didn't like your boyfriend and you didn't know why you were still with him. "Yeah it definitely is miserable, I just need something better"

"Really, like what? Whatcu need" You didn't really need to think about your answer, so with no hesitation you said "I just need to be fuck, ya know."

Riri looks down and chuckles at your choice of words. "Yea I think I know what you mean, you just need someone who can handle you ma" That's exactly what you needed, you needed someone who actually knew how to pleasure you, someone like Riri, maybe. "Oh yea well who do you think could help me with my little problem?" Riri looked up at you with her low lidded red eyes and licked her lips, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. "I think I have someone in mind." Before Riri can do anything you rush and lock your lips with hers, she immediately leans in the kiss clearly wanting this just as much as you.

The liquor flowing through your body gave you a new found confidence, you push Riri slightly so she was laying flat on the bed, you lift yourself up, straddling her. Riri repositions you so now your sitting on her leg, clit directly on her knee. She sits up so you can ride her leg better, she grabs your hips and guides you to grind on her leg. "You like that ma?" You could only shake your head in response but she needed to hear you say it "use your words y/n." Her sturness drove you to grind harder and faster on her leg. Your underwear definitely helped with the stimulation and you could feel that familiar pit in you stomach that you ever so rarely felt. "It f-feels so good ri."

your whimpers could be heard directly in Riri's ear only driving her to want to hear more out of you. She began to slightly bounce her leg up and down, drawing a low moan to escape your lips. "Fuck Ri, I'm gonna cum" Your breathy moans were the only thing to be heard in the room and before you knew it that same feeling of euphoria washed over you and you came all over Riri's thigh. Taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you realized what you just did and you immediately climb off Riri's leg sobering up a bit. "Oh my god, what the fuck did I just do" Riri looks at you confused as if she didn't know what you meant. "Whatcu mean? Whats wrong?" You look at her in disbelief, "Did that just not happen? did I not just ride your fucking leg?"

"Yeah but I mean I thought thats what you wanted"

"I-I mean I did but I have a boyfriend, I just cheated on him" You sigh in disappointment, you couldn't believe you had just done that "You acting like ol boy not cheating on you" She was right, Tyler was cheating on you but that didn't mean it was right for you to do the same. "Plus I'm not done, and I always finish what I start."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Riri smirks at you, clearly plotting, "You tryna see?" You shake your head as a answer but Riri wasn't satisfied enough, she leans in closer only inches away. "You already know I don't be doing none of that shaking heads shit, I'ma need you to use your words ma"

"Sorry, I- uh yea, I wanna see" Pleased with your answer she lays you down, planting a small kiss on your forehead, she begins to place small kisses on your cheeks then your lips all the way down to your neck, you lift your head up a bit to give her more access, she begins to kiss and suck on your neck, you were almost positive she was leaving several marks on you. She pulls down your dress until your boobs spill out giving her access to your hardened nipples, she begins to suck and prob on one nipple while rolling your other one in between her cold fingers. She releases your nipple from your mouth, engulfing the other one in her mouth now.

Her hands began to travel up and down your body to your thighs gripping them hard, her hands slither up your dress, pulling it up until your whole dress is bunched up to your waist. Her nimble fingers begin to rub up and down your clothed clit, you whined due to the bare amount of pleasure she was giving you. "Riri p-please." You almost choke on your words desperate for her to touch you, "Please what ma?" She's still toying with your clit and it's making you wetter by the minute "Please fuck me"

She smirks down at you and begins to pull your panties down to your ankles. "Well since you asked so nicely" Her tone is a bit sarcastic, she starts to rub your clit in slow tight circles and you gasp softy due to the friction. She takes her fingers and teases your hole not fully going in yet, "Ri please stop playing and fuck me" Your whimpers fill the room again, she finally decides to stop playing with you and inserts two fingers in your pussy, slowly pumping in and out, she began to speed up a bit, lowering her head down to your clit. "You like that ma?"

"Yes Ri, please" She licks a fat stripe up your clit, she flattens her tongue engulfing your whole clit in her mouth and begins to suck causing a loud drawn out moan to come out from you, the sound of Riri sucking on your clit and her finger fucking you could be heard throughout the room. "Fuck Riri, oh my god" You moan out loud, you had never been touched like this, Tyler wasn't too fond on the idea of eating you out or really doing anything as long as it didn't give him pleasure.

Riri could feel you tightening around her fingers and by the way your moans were getting louder and more drawn out she could tell you were close. She lifts her head up a bit from your clit, "You bout to cum? Huh, make a mess for me"

"Yes Ri, god I'm so close''

"You gonna cum for me?" You could barely get a word out but you knew she would just egg you on and force a response from you, but before you could even attempt to get a word out your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, it was one of those toe curling, eye rolling, back arching orgasms, your vision was white and blurry, your mind was wiped of anything else besides the ecsedy you were feeling . You drew out a long "Fuuuuck."

It took you awhile to come down from your high but when you did you could see Riri sitting right beside you waiting for you to come down, you were the first to break the silence that had fallen. "Um that was- I actually don't even have any words for it" Riri chuckles besides you and you join in. You look at your phone to see it had been at least an hour and a half since you had walked in on Riri, your ride had probably already left and you didn't exactly know who's house this was and you had classes in the morning, all this hit you at once and you let out a groan catching Rir's attention "Yo you ok?"

"Yeah I'm sorry I just realized I might have to catch an Uber home which is one thing I didn't want to have to do." You get up and begin to fix your dress. "Well I mean I can take you if you want" You stop and look up at her. ''You'd do that?"

"Of course" Before heading out you take the time to clean up, your hair was frizzy and not as kept as before, half of your makeup was now off your face and you couldn't walk without stumbling a few times but you got into Riri's car and she drove you home. Tonight might have been one of the best nights of your life, but the morning would be a nightmare, you would have a massive hangover and the guilt of cheating on your boyfriend, but Riri was worth it.

dividers by: firefly-graphics

A/N

this took me FOREVER but nonetheless it's here, I'm not very proud of it and its probably trash but its whatever

Anyways hope you guys like it

And there are many more fics to come!

[adinathinternationalindia]

Monoblock Linear Liquid Filling & Capping Machine

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[microlitseo]

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Dispensers take pipette functionality a step further by automating the liquid transfer process. These devices are electronically controlled and capable of dispensing multiple aliquots of a liquid with exceptional consistency. Dispensers are often used in high-throughput applications where speed and accuracy are crucial. They can handle a wider range of volumes compared to pipettes and are ideal for repetitive tasks.

Dilutors: Precision with Dilution

Dilutors are specialized instruments designed for preparing dilutions of a sample. They combine a precise volume of sample with a diluent to create a solution with a desired concentration. Dilutors are invaluable in various fields, including microbiology tools, chemistry, and pharmaceuticals. They offer increased efficiency and accuracy compared to manual dilution methods.

Key Differences

To summarize, while all three instruments are involved in liquid handling, their specific functions and capabilities differentiate them. Pipettes are manual tools for precise liquid transfer, dispensers automate the process for higher throughput, and dilutors focus on creating accurate dilutions.

Understanding the distinctions between these instruments is essential for selecting the right tool for a given task. By carefully considering the required volume, accuracy, precision, and throughput, researchers can optimize their laboratory workflow and achieve reliable results.

The appropriate choice of instrument will undoubtedly contribute to the success of any scientific endeavor.

[cyanocoraxx]

wireless mouse

Mecha focused intently on the task at hand.

With a drill in one hand and wood filler in the other, he made precise but swift work of repairing a shelf inside their warehouse home. Every so often his hand would jerk, tremors still rife within his frame, but he remained focused nonetheless.

"Little brother, I do wish you would play with more caution…" Mecha murmured to himself as he worked, recalling how Silver had caused the shelf to fall after landing on it at an awkward angle. That wish only grew when Mecha started to become overstimulated by the loud noise of the drill.

Over the whirring of the tool, Mecha heard something - something small, but with his hypervigilance he managed to pick it up. At first, he dismissed it, putting it down to movement of an Egg Pawn elsewhere in their home. It kept coming back, though, distracting him eventually. He drew his gaze away from the shelf and looked around, making use of his infrared vision just in case - nothing of note. That was until he looked down.

A tiny organic lifeform - utterly harmless. If he so desired, he could take it in his hands and crush it, killing it instantly. He could list a thousand ways to destroy it if he wanted to.

But times changed. As did hearts.

Standing in front of the creature, he slowly knelt down, meeting its frightened eyes with curiosity at first. But the longer he looked down at it, the softer his gaze became.

Oh.

"You are injured."

The creature, a miniscule Micky, stared up at him. It was a small rodent with silver-grey fur, round pink ears, and a pointy nose that twitched. The smell of metal seemed offputting to it, but it was equally as curious about him as he was about it.

"It is alright." Mecha said quietly. He gingerly reached out to the little mouse and brushed a finger over its side. It flinched away in surprise and Mecha withdrew, feeling a pang of compassion. Was it injured or just frightened? Mecha quickly assessed the situation - he was huge, made of metal, and his engine was probably loud to the animal.

Mecha had to recognize that he was a machine, of course, and act accordingly. It was only natural for a little thing like this to be nervous.

"I will not harm you. Your fear is understandable due to my size and build in comparison with yours, but I ask that you trust I have good intentions. Why have you approached me?"

It, of course, did not respond. It only continued to stare at him, unsure but clearly wanting something from him. Its coat colour and confidence reminded him of his little brother, Silver.

Mecha put down the power drill in his other hand, now bringing it around to gently scoop up the mouse in both hands. It nestled down into his palms for security, letting him inspect it closely - and there, he saw the problem.

Its leg was scratched and looked infected. How had this happened? Regardless, that wouldn't do, for the animal was likely suffering. He walked carefully to the bathroom, planting each foot as gingerly as possible. Then, Mecha set the mouse down on the bathroom sink and leaned down to be at optic level with it.

"I promise I am not going to injure you. But you are very small, and I am, by contrast, very big. I ask that you please stay where I can see you."

The Micky sat there quietly. As it did, it watched Mecha closely, ears flicking forward and whiskers twitching with refreshed curiosity. Mecha glanced back to it and noticed its softer backline, signalling openness. That was better already.

"In Micky fancier terms, you are a dove satin colour. It is most interesting. Most members of your species are standard grey." Mecha mused as he rummaged through the cupboard beneath the sink.

He found a small bottle of topical disinfectant, left behind by the warehouse's previous human tenants, and quickly scanned the ingredients to check that nothing would be toxic to the little animal. Once satisfied, he opened it and carefully tipped some of the liquid onto a piece of cotton he had found.

"This might cause you pain, but it will be brief. I ask you to trust once more that I have good intentions in doing this." Mecha told the mouse gently.

It waited patiently.

Mecha's hand shook as he restrained his strength. He knew one tiny slip could crush and harm this living creature. Perhaps having little brothers had been training for this. The universe, maybe, lending him a hand, for once. Slowly, he reached over and, stalling his engine to limit his shakiness a bit more, he dabbed the damp cotton onto the mouse's injured leg. It squeaked in surprise and pain for a second, but true to the robot's word, the sting quickly wore off.

"I apologize."

Mecha then took out a strip of cohesive bandage from the first aid kit.

"Your wound requires protection. Without protection, it could face further exacerbation. May I proceed?"

The mouse didn't complain. Not that it could, really. It was a mouse.

Now, this was a real test of his restraint. It was a feat that even a trained human wouldn't be able to do easily. With the mouse sitting up on its hind legs, Mecha took the bandage between his forefinger and thumb and, very carefully and with robotic precision, wrapped it around the injured forelimb. He scanned it quickly, checking that it wouldn't cut off the blood flow to the limb by being too tight.

It was just about right. Not perfect, but it would suffice.

The robot observed the creature closely, watching for signs of pain or discomfort. Its telltale signs of pain dissipated - orbital tightening slowly reduced, its whiskers relaxed, and its ears perked forward once more.

"That will do. Now, accompany me. We will make a short journey."

Mecha gently scooped the animal into his hands once more and ventured out to the "kitchen" - the old break room that the humans would have once used. Once inside, he placed it down on a tea towel on the countertop. He tilted his head as the mouse scuttled down onto the soft fleece, watching as the tiny creature turned around to groom itself. It sneezed, scaring itself for a second.

"Bless you." Mecha said, tilting his head the other way. "Do you require sustenance?"

The mouse stared up at him, eyes bright.

Mecha nodded, looking to the strawberry plant on the windowsill. "I see. Allow me to inspect what "food" items I have in my possession. "One garden strawberry contains 1.11 grams of protein, 12.7 grams of carbohydrates, 3.30 grams of dietary fiber, 27 milligrams of calcium, 0.68 milligrams of iron, 22 milligrams of magnesium, 40 milligrams of phosphorus-"

The Micky reached up and touched a leaf. It gave way just a tiny fraction under the subtle touch.

"A Micky requires 5 grams of calcium, 35 milligrams of iron-"

It took a nibble from the leaf. A strawberry would do, apparently. Mecha gave a nod and picked a berry from the plant, then gently handed it to the little rodent. It took it between its hands and started to tuck in. Mecha watched for a while, content, and curious about the little organic thing.

Why had it chosen him?

Mecha had heard once that animals could "sense" good people. Maybe this was a sign from the universe, or something akin to that, reminding him of his newfound place in the world. That's what Silver would probably have said, what with his affinity for astrology. Mecha cared little for such ideas, but things like this gave some nuance to the concept from time to time.

"Your diet should consist of 20% fruits and vegetables, and 75% fortified pellets. I must acquire the correct diet for you if you are to recover."

With the mouse temporarily happy, he turned his attention to his surroundings, looking around calmly. The other plants (which were steadily making their way out of his own room) were an assortment of both tropical and desert, were healthy and happy - he had his computer brain to thank for that, for he could research their precise needs in just a few seconds. Wait, that Philodendron was toxic to Mickies - Mecha quickly moved to lift the pot and placed it on a shelf to keep it out of his new friend's reach.

Mecha could just hear Silver's comments on his plants from the other day.

"Soon you will have national park designation and the government won't be able to tax you. You are literally getting to the bottom of tax evasion."

"We already commit tax evasion every day. We do not pay taxes." Mecha had replied.

The mouse finished its strawberry and scampered up to Mecha. It placed a little hand on his arm and sniffed to get his attention.

Mecha went to turn around suddenly looked down in alarm. "I instructed you to exercise caution around me."

The mouse tried to climb up his arm, but his shiny armour was too slippery. It slid back down with a soft plop.

"Are you seeking interaction?" Mecha asked. He gently leaned down to present his hand to the rodent, who climbed on and sat there looking at him. Slowly and carefully, he sat down on the floor and held his hand in front of his face.

"You must be careful," Mecha said gently, "for I am not harmless. I have attempted to commit murder. I have caused unspeakable devastation. I have stolen something precious that was not my own.""

A being like this could not judge him for his misdeeds. It was purely innocent. There was something especially precious, worth protecting, in this. Mecha immediately felt closer to this animal than he had expected to, for its fear was not of him for who he was - just the very basics. A blank slate.

The mouse reached out and held his nose in its hands. It gave it a light test nibble. Nope, not edible. Mecha gently took one hand away to offer it another strawberry, which it took and began to devour.

"I see that you do not judge me for my past. However, you should be aware of this: I could hurt you. I could kill you. And I do not desire that. I wish to protect you and creatures like you from being hurt. Life, although it may have brought me and my brothers anguish, is dear to me, and I shall defend it..."

Mecha had not realized that she had been spacing out whilst speaking. When she came to, the sight before her rammed her right back into reality with a bang.

The mouse in her hand, covered in blood.

Mecha froze. Her engine stalled and cooling fans went into overdrive, sending her internals into a cold freeze.

"I..."

"I killed you."

The animal was still, curled up in his palm, satin fur stained deep red.

"I... killed you. I am sorry."

The machine sat in silence. The tiny being that had trusted him with its life was gone, just like that. In just a few seconds. The pain and horror of witnessing her raw strength take a little life without even wanting to was more than she could bear.

What if she did the same to her brothers one day?

Panic set in. She couldn't live like this. Couldn't exist like this. She wasn't meant for this soft world. Her trembling fingers slowly closed around the animal, and she held it to her chest plate as if terrified to lose it.

"You died. I am sorry. I am sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me."

A little nose poked out between the gaps in her fingers. Mecha drew her knees up to her chin and made herself small, feeling much too big and powerful for the space she was in, turning inward into her despair. The nose sniffed and sniffed and she continued to lack awareness, unable to feel the small pressure on her hands from its feet moving. It wasn't until the creature squeaked several times for freedom that Mecha realized what was happening.

It was alive?

Mecha opened her palm in surprise, hand shaking uncontrollably, to find that the rodent was indeed alive. It began to lick at her fingers, lapping up the red liquid now coated across them. Mecha stared on in disbelief when suddenly it hit her.

The blood was just strawberry juice. Slowly, his trembling subsided and gave way to relief. He felt warmth return to his internals almost immediately after.

"You frightened me. I apologize. I believed I had... hurt you."

None the wiser, the mouse finished its meal and curled up in his palm.

"Thank you. You have shown me that I am capable of restraint in ways I had not previously known. I believe... this is useful information."

With this in mind, he wandered back onto the main floor, where he sat down on the sofa. He laid down on his side and let the mouse nestle into his palm further. With the light of the TV screen protecting him, he curled up and tried to relax. The emotional rollercoaster had drained her quickly-

Wait, that wasn't right. Mecha paused, remembering that organics needed warmth to survive. He reached over to the blue blanket that was folded on the sofa and pulled it over himself and the little mouse. Neo had left it there - he appreciated the sensory input, he said. Silver had teased him for it. The mouse snuggled closer to Mecha, enjoying the security that this big metal creature provided it. The warmth from Mecha's engine and the blanket combined provided the perfect safe haven for a prey creature like itself.

Silver and Neo returned home a few minutes later. "Hey, M?" Silver called out across the main floor, looking around for him. "We're back! You okay?"

Neo nudged Silver and pointed to the sofa, where they both spotted Mecha curled up under a blanket. Strange. Mecha hardly ever did that out here. They quietly approached and knelt down in front of him, finding him in sleep mode. What was stranger was the presence of an organic lifeform close by him, which set off both of their scanners. Neo carefully lifted the corner of the blanket to find a mouse beneath it. It spun around to stare at them in alarm, wide-eyed and nervous at the sudden disturbance. It puffed up its coat at once and wagged its tail rapidly, a sign of aggression. When the robots didn't back off, it started chattering its teeth at them angrily. It didn't recognize them.

"Feisty. Where did Mecha find this little dude?" Silver whispered to Neo, baffled but amused at the same time.

Neo shrugged a shoulder in reply and signed, "it reminds me of you."

"Hey. That's a low blow to compare me to a rodent. Erm, should we ask if something happened?" Silver asked carefully. "I'm kinda worried."

Neo gently reached out and took Mecha's hand in his. "Brother, wake up."

Mecha didn't. He stayed fast asleep, for once. Also odd. Usually a simple step in her direction would startle the robot awake. Silver sighed softly. "She probably wore herself out after an episode or something. Should we let her be for now? I mean, she's got this little guy 'protecting' her, I guess. We can ask later."

The mouse protecting Mecha latched on to Neo's hand and tried to bite it. Its teeth met metal and it nibbled, unfazed by the tough armour coating. Silver snickered and prized the rodent off of him and placed it back down by Mecha. Neo took the corner of the blanket and tucked it back in. Neo heard the rodent give a slight huff as it settled down.

"Definitely you." Neo pushed, signing with conviction.

"It is not, unless you mean in the cute and adorable way." Silver argued in a whisper, frowning.

"Is too, and no." Neo retorted, a smirk in his optics.

"Whatever. Hey, we've never had a pet before, have we?"

Neo shrugged a shoulder and signed, "our family was never big on pets. Or affection."

They fell quiet, watching over the unlikely pair with an equal amount of fondness.

Silver folded his arms. "Maybe this is something we should look into. I mean, he's never bonded with organics like this before. He's always been closer to, like, books, machinery, non-living things."

"Things that don't hurt." Neo signed, becoming more serious.

Silver was quiet for a moment. "If it dies, he's not gonna take it well, I think."

"So we have a pet now." Neo signed decisively.

Silver lightly tapped his fingertips against his arms. "I guess so. How hard can it be? You've stopped me from exploding more than once, so, just do that but times a million."

"So, you but small."

"Again, whatever. I think we should name it Wireless. As in, wireless mouse. On account of it not having a wire coming out of its-"

"That's bad." Neo signed back with a squint.

"It's called humour, princess. Look it up."

Mecha unexpectedly spoke up from below. "I am attempting to remain in sleep mode. Converse elsewhere."

"Oh! M, can we name it Wireless Mouse?" Silver pleaded, crouching down to his brother's level.

Mecha shifted slightly to get more comfortable, holding his little friend closer. "If you allow me and my companion to complete one full sleep cycle, we may."

Silver grinned and prodded Neo in the knee. "In your face. Or, knee."

Neo's optics brightened despite the prodding. To see Mecha calm, and not jumping out of her frame at the disturbance, was new and very welcome. To see his brother feel safe was worth anything in the world.

"Welcome to the family, Wireless. Protect our brother in our absences, and we will protect you with our lives in turn. That is a promise."

And under hedgehog-series protection, even a being as small as this could prosper if they simply decided it was worth it. For their brother's sake, anything was worth it. For an innocent living being's sake, anything was worth it.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 2-Atsushi/Fyodor w/ Crossdressing and Breathplay(yes, i know rarepare)

Notes: Just pretend they’ve met in canon, also don't ask me how so much talking can happen in a three minute song, just don't. Also the waltz is Shostokovich Waltz no 2(because obvi)

This is partly inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23803525/chapters/57187927 but also just my imagination

“Excuse me, pretty miss.” This was so humiliating. “May I have your number?” Atsushi forced a smile and pitched his voice a little higher, just like Yosano had instructed. “I'm sorry sir, but I'm on a work trip. I'm afraid I can't accept any numbers or invitations.” The man slinked away sadly and Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully taking a sip of the drink in his hand. How had he gotten here, in the fancy ballroom surrounded by a bunch of drooling men. And most importantly, why was he dressed as a girl?

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“Dont worry Atsushi, you're going to look great!” Atsushi frowned, eyeing the hot iron Naomi was brandishing with apprehension. “Are you sure that's safe?” Naomi giggled, putting it down and picking up some silver hair extensions instead, talking with the other two over his head.

“Cute or sexy?” Naomi sounded way too excited. Yosano responded from her place across the room, looking through a rack of dresses. “Let's go with the unattainable sexy vibe. Maybe a slit dress and a fur?” Kyouka, the quietest, responded from her place beside Atsushi, filing his nails to even little rounds. “Black. He looks good in black.” She put down the filler, and picked up a small bottle of clear liquid, which she started spreading it on his nails. Yosano yanked a dress from the rack, and Atsushi could feel himself blushing all the way across the room. “This one?”

Naomi nodded, her hands pinning fake hair on Atsushi’s head. “Yeah that's perfect. Definitely going to attract a lot of attention. Should we go with pin straight or waves?”

“Waves I think, we're going for that sultry vibe.” Yosano responded. Kyouka was blowing on his nails now, finished with the first layer of gooey clear and moving on to a bottle of black paint. Two other bottles rested near her on the table, another clear and a shiny silver that sparkled in the light.

Yosano had hung the mortifying dress on a chair, and was pulling from a shelf of fur ruffs. She held up a tiger striped one, laughter in her eyes. “What do you guys think? Too obvious?” Naomi laughed, and even Kyouka giggled a bit. “Nah, it's perfect. Atsushi?” Atsushi startled, so used to them talking over him. He had to admit the ruff was funny, and if it could hide some skin he was all for it. “It's good Doctor Yosano.” She smiled, plucking the dress off the chair and tossing the entire thing at him. “Great, now go change please.”

The dress was as mortifying as he had expected it to be. It was a chinese design, with little clasps running along his collarbone, and short sleeves. It fit him like a glove, hugging his waist and hips snugly. The problem was the bottom half of the dress. It was divided in half, with two slits big enough for both his legs to show through falling all the way down the dress. He had to admit, it was a pretty easy outfit to run in, but the idea of showing so much skin in such a way was mortifying. The ruff was cute however, covering his shoulders and a bit of his arms. He slipped the small heals the girls had given him on and exited the room, and back into their clutches. Yosano whistles jokingly, while Naomi and Kyouka clapped enthusiastically. Atsushi blushed. Naomi was waving that weapon she called a hair curler around dangerously, and Atsushi spotted the cosmetics resting on the table. He sat on the chair they guided him to, surrendering to his fate. His eyes were closed, and the tap of brushed on his face was the only thing he felt for some time. As well as a concerning heat near his head but he was sure Naomi knew what she was doing.(He dearly hoped she did.)

The girls were talking over him again, but nothing of any importance, mostly chatting about different brands of makeup, and what perfume to use on him. And it was calming, at least until they informed him he was done, and he opened his eyes. He had to admit, he really did look like a girl. Or maybe a girl version of himself. They hadn't really transformed his features, just made his eyes appear bigger, the lashes longer. His lips were covered in a thin red glossy thing, and slightly sticky. They shone in the mirror, looking delicate and strange, but at the same time very beautiful. His hair was long and curled in big waves around his shoulders. The dress looked as mortifying as it felt, but the ruff helped hide the fact that he clearly didn't have any boobs.

Atsushi could recognize himself, but at the same time he could not at all. It was still embarrassing though. Three giggling women stood behind him, smirking. Yosano’s hand lands on his shoulder, gaining his attention.

“Now, it's time to test this baby out.” Atsushi feels a strong pulse of dread, as he's gripped tightly and dragged out of the room and towards the AdA office.

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One of the many reasons Yosano volaintered Atsushi for this job was the look on Dazai’s face, and hoo boy, he didn't disappoint. Shock, dead fucking shock with hints of arousal greated her as she and the girls dragged a dolled up Atsushi back into the front office. Kunikida’s expression was a treat too. More shock and arousal, mixed with cheeks the color of a tomato. Even Ranpo, sitting by the window as usual with a still wrapped lollipop in his hand, was so surprised an actual flicker of it showed on his face. Yosano was enjoying herself very much right now, and she knew the other girls were two. The only two men in the room who weren't a little turned on were the president and Kenji, and the pure shock on their faces made up for it. Yosano practically flew across the room, yanking the lollipop out of Ranpo’s hand, and unwrapping it, shoving it into Atsushi’s protesting mouth. He sent her a tiny little glare, but seemed to enjoy the lollipop, taking it out and licking it and definitely doing a number on the men in the room. Yosano was having a hard time holding back her laughter, Naomi as well, but Atsushi looked oblivious, going at his lollipop happily and oblivious to the state the room had been reduced to. Even if she had used up a good portion of the Agency’s budget on high quality hair extensions, she didn't regret a thing.

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And so here Atsushi was, dolled up and standing against the back wall of the grand ballroom, scanning the room for their target. He was supposedly a middle aged man with brown hair and green eyes, and apparently a total womanizer. That was why Atsushi was dolled up in the first place, the Agency had decided that it was safer to send Atsushi in than one of the women. And not safer for the women, no for the target. They were supposed to take him in, not kill him. Yosano had been the first option, but Kunikida had decided against it, because they all knew the moment the creep came close Yosano would(rightly) inflict some permanent damage. The same could be said for Kyouka, and anyway Atsushi didn't feel safe leaving here with some middle aged creep, and Naomi wasn't an option, because she didn't have a way to protect herself. So Yosano had joyfully suggested Atsushi, and here he was, at a grand ball, a living honey trap.

He sighed, leaning against the wall. At least it was pretty. The ballroom was gilded in gold, and the dancefloor was a whirl of skirts of different collars. The orchestra was raised on the side of the room, their instruments boosted with some kind of magic so the waltzes being played echoed loud enough for the entire room. The only odd thing about the picture was the strange ratio of men to women. The majority of the large crowd were men, and besides the seven or eight on the dancefloor, Atsushi spotted about twelve women in total. He suspected it had to do with the reputation of the host, and target of tonight's mission. John Remy was a businessman and a major creep, now also suspected of killing three women. And of course these missing women had been last spotted at these parties, so it wasn't a surprise that not many women were jumping at the chance to be a guest at said party.

The consequence of this decision was that Atsushi, one of the few ‘women’ not already with a partner, was subject to many requests to dance, lecherous stares, and bad pickup lines from a bunch of thirsty men. He could see the next one approaching now. Ice shot down his spine as he recognized the familiar face of Ango. Ango would totally recognize him, and then what? He needed to get away. He booked it away from the corner, as gracefully as he could while still trying to hurry, and towards the large crowd near the refreshment table.

In his hurry to get away, and in consequence that he was wearing heels, he smacked nose first into someone's shoulder. Temporarily blinded by white and fur, it took him a moment to realize exactly who it was he had bumped into. His heart leaped and fell at the same time as he took in that familiar grinning face surrounded by that familiar purple black hair and pale skin.

“My, what are you doing here little weretiger?” Fyodor’s accent was unmistakable, and erased any doubt that Atsushi might have had left that maybe this was actually Mori, or Yosano’s secret long lost twin brother. But no, it was definitely him, and Ango was closing in, and he would never live down the humiliation, and the undercover operation would be ruined. He steeled himself, and took a slightly less humiliating leap of desperation.

“Yes! I would love to dance!” Gripping one of Fyodor’s gloved hands tightly, he all but dragged him onto the dance floor, just as a waltz started. Fyodor seemed to catch on quickly, and Atsushi blushed as he felt his hand gripping his waist, the other one still clasped in his own. The waltz started, and Fyodor whirled him around, across the floor and away from Ango.

Fyodor chuckled lowly, even as they moved across the floor with the other dancers. “Im flattered weretiger.” A tap on Atsushi’s waist urged him into a turn. “To think you wanted to dance with little old me.” Atsushi flushed. “I was trying to escape certain humiliation and defeat.” Fyodor lets out a small laugh, as the music crescendos slightly. “But really, what are you doing here, looking like…that.” He pauses slightly, and the last word is laced with something Atsushi can't really decipher. He hopes the taller man isn't laughing at him. “I'm looking for the host, John Remy.” Another tap, another spin. He's glad Yosano taught him the basics before this mission. “Oh my.” Fyodor deftly avoids another couple, pulling him close for a second too long before they spin away. “Is he your type?” Atsushi coughs. “No! He's suspected of murder.”

“I see. Well, unfortunately he's not here today, I asked around.” Atsushi sighs. “Well, all this makeup and hair and dress for nothing then, Yosano is going to be disappointed.” Another tap, another spin, another graceful fall into Fyodor’s arms. “I wouldn't say it's for nothing.” Atsushi hates how attractive he finds this man, truly. “You have gained more than a few admirers.”

Atsushi has to laugh a little. “What? They only want to dance because there aren't that many women here in the first place.” The curls in Atsushi’s hair tickle his cheeks as he spins once again, as Fyodor pulls him close for the next part of the dance. Fyodor is taller than him, but only by a little, so as the song slows and Fyodor pulls him close, all Atsushi can see is the man in front of him.

Their noses are inches apart, their chests so close, one hand linked, the other still a hot brand on his waist, lulling him into a hazy state. Fyodor’s voice has gotten softer, and if Atsushi didn't know better he would almost call it sultry. A smirk still curves his mouth as he speaks. “Look around you Weretiger. They're all jealous. Jealous that you chose to dance with me, and not them. Jealous that I can touch you like this, have you this close, while they can only dream.” They get closer, and Atsushi cant breath, he can feel his heart beating through his chest. “You do look very pretty, although I prefer you in your normal state.” It almost sounds like Fyodor is complimenting him. His shock must show on his face, because Fyodor lets out a pleased little laugh. “I'll give you some free information, Weretiger.” Fyodor’s voice is a pur, and Atsushi is losing his mind. “Your target is currently stalking a young lady undercover policeman. They’ll have him in custody soon.” Relief floods Atsushi’s mind, temporarily distracting him from the fact that Fyodor is literally almost on top of him, so close they could kiss in the middle of this ballroom(and truthfully, he kinda hopes it would happen). And maybe he said that out loud, because as the song crescendos, Fyodor dips him, and presses the slightest little kiss to his cherry stained lips. And with that, the song ends and he turns to leave.

Atsushi’s hand moves of its own accord, catching the tail of Fyodor’s white coat and pulling the man to a stop. He feels a bit like he’s been caught in a trap, especially when Fyodor turns, his lips, stained with Atsushi’s gloss, curved into a smirk. But truthfully, as Fyodor leads him off the dance floor he can't bring himself to mind.

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It's cramped in the closet they’ve found themselves in, a little stuffy and full of coats, but as Fyodor’s mouth sucks little hickeys into his neck, his body pressing Atsushi against the wall he can't really bring himself to mind. The closet is a little off the main hall, down a small side passage and, in this den of rich people, virtually impossible to find. Atsushi thinks it's a coat closet, but he doesn't really have the brain power to think at all right now, not with a mouth on his neck and a hot dick pressed against his butt.

He’s pressed against the wall, fur ruff discarded somewhere on the floor, still clothed in the dress. Fyodor’s mouth is ruining him, leaving little hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, probably too many but Atsushi can't bring himself to care.

The demon behind him chuckles, as Atsushi grinds back desperately. “My, aren't you an impatient little one.” His voice is teasing, his accent is slightly thicker, the only sign of his slipping composure . Atsushi grumbles, his voice slightly too breathy to be convincing. “We need to hurry before someone discovers us.”

Fyodor's mouth leaves his neck, and Atsushi feels hands pulling his dress up, hitching it over his butt, and cold hands at the hem of his underwear, pulling them down. He's not even fully undressed, but the whole idea just feels so dirty, that Atsushi shivers. Then, a cold hand wraps around his dick.

Atsushi moans far too loud and Fyodor’s other hand comes around, sticking two fingers unceremoniously in his mouth to shut him up.

“Quiet little kitty, we wouldn't want to be discovered.” Atsushi does his best, sucking on the fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, but at some point he just gives up, and the fingers leave his mouth and prod at his lower hole. Fyodor’s mouth nips at his ear, voice throaty. “Have you ever been with a man, kitten.” Atsushi shakes his head, biting his lips to keep the whimpers in as a finger penetrates him, wiggling around a little, but stilling for Atsushi to adjust. “I see.” Fyodor chuckles, all rough and low. “I'm honored to be your first. Man, that is.”

It feels strange, but not uncomfortable to have a finger penetrating him and Atsushi finds his hips canting back a bit, urging the man behind him to move. The only sounds that penetrate the thick air in the coat closet or painted breaths and the occasional small grunt, as Fyodor begins to move his finger, setting a slow, deep pace. Atsushi lets his head fall back, his eyes falling closed. He would never have expected the evening to end like this, pressed up against the wall by a known enemy, still dressed as a girl, and having his insides pried open by one, no two(Atsushi lets a little moan escape his lips, still red with lip gloss as Fyodor adds another finger.)long fingers. He doubts even Ranpo could have predicted this, god he hopes Ranpo never finds out what’s happening, that would be mortifying.

Fyodor bends the fingers lodged inside of him, and presses against the side of his walls, trying to find something. Atsushi turns his head, about to ask what he's doing when Fyodor’s fingers press against something that makes his brain blank, and little stars float across his vision. He can't help the loud moan that escapes his lips, even as Fyodor levels a teasing smirk his way. “Careful little kitten, don't let anyone hear you.” He's mocking him, and Atsushi doesn't even care.

He does start to care when Fyodor removes his fingers. Atsushi suddenly feels all empty and cold, and he turns again, leveling Fyodor with an(admittedly pathetic) glare. “Why’d you stop?” The clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric greet his ears as Fyodor chuckles.

“Stop? My, we are just getting started.” And then something big and hot is pressing at his entrance. “Ready, kitten?” Faintly, Atsushi feels the slightest prick of apprehension, but it's far overwhelmed by the hot need in his gut, and his throbbing dick. So, Atsushi nods as best he can, canting his hips back against Fyodor’s cock.

The sting is slight, but mostly Atsushi simply feels full as he's penetrated, his poor neglected dick throbbing heavily. His back arches and Atsushi moans against the wall as Fyodor bottoms out, not even giving him a second to adjust. The pace he sets is brutal and oh, so good, and Atsushi starts to seriously wonder if he has a bit of a masochistic streak or something, as Fyodor does his best to bruise his insides. His thrusts are long and deep, he pulls almost all the way before slamming back in, one of his hands caging Atsushi against the wall, little grunts escaping his mouth. Atsushi knows he's moaning up a storm, but he can't really bring himself to care, even if someone may discover them. It's obvious that's the last thing on Fyodor’s mind as well.

“Feel good?” Fyodor is practically puring in his ear, his voice full of pride at the state he’s reduced Atsushi too, and honestly, it's pretty sexy. He nods his accent, his cheek scraping against the wall.

“And you sound so good, so pretty.” Fyodor continues, his voice throaty. Atsushi keens at the praise.“Such a pretty, obedient kitten. It's a wonder Dazai has not done you like this.”

“Dazai doesn't like men.” Atsushi’s voice is embarrassing, his sentences interrupted by moans. Fyodor seems to find his sentence slightly funny. But a simple, “is that so?” is his only reply. Another deep stroke, and a husky moan by his ear. “Well, he's certainly missing out.”

One of Fyodor's hands is still on the wall by his head, but the other makes its way up, carefully pressing Atsushi against the wall, curled around his neck. Atsushi’s moans as his airway is slightly cut off. He can still breathe the slightest bit, but it takes deep heaves, in between the moans of pleasure. Atsushi wonders if he’s crazy, because he feels his dick twitch, and the heat in his gut doubles. Fyodor chuckles as his moans double. “How dirty, you like being choked, little kitten?”

It's an entirely rhetorical question, but Atsushi doesnt think he could answer anyway. Fyodor doesn't seem to mind. Atsushi can feel himself nearing his peak, he's most certainly dripping precome all over the floor, and his heart pounds insistently in his chest, his moans more and more frequent.

He can tell Fyodor is as well, by the way his grunts and small groans become full blown moans. As his head drops into Atsushi’s shoulder, his hand from its position on Atsushi's neck wraps around his waist, pulling the men together until there's no space between their bodies. Is strangely intimate, and he's sure if Fyodor weren't on the cusp of an orgasm, the man would never do anything like this, but Atsushi feels almost honored none the less. He loves it, the feeling of love that comes with this position, and as his mind blanks out for a moment as he cums, he knows he screams Fyodor’s name, much too loudly.

Fyodor shivers behind him, and a hot feeling fills Atsushi’s ass.

The redressing act is subdued, Fyodor helps Atsushi clean himself up, tidying his fake hair and dress and placing the ruff back around Atsushi’s shoulders. Unfortunately, they can't do anything about the hickeys, and they remain, glaring proof about what had happened that evening.(although Fyodor looks suspiciously pleased by the fact). Atsushi leaves the closet first, and makes his escape from the party altogether. It's not too bad, although he does get a few stares as he excites the lobby, and calls a taxi. The taxi driver is thankfully silent, probably used to this kind of thing.

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Its now about eleven, and as Atsushi opens the door to the Ada, he's oddly touched by the fact that they stayed up for him. The younger ones have gone to bed, and Tanzaki and Naomi are absent, but the rest of them are here, sprawled across various chairs across the room. They look up when he enters.

Kunikida speaks first, still typing on his computer. “So Atsushi, how did it go? Were you able to apprehend him?”

“Apparently, the police had an undercover mission going, so I wasn't needed after all.” Atsushi says, sinking into a chair with a sigh, dropping the small purse Yosano had forced him to carry onto the table, and discarding the ruff beside it. “So it was a lot of wasted effort.”

Kunikida hums, but no one else responds. Atsushi frowns. “What?” Yosano is snickering, seated somewhere behind him. Kunikida is still typing, but everyone elses eyes are glued to him.

“What’s going on?” Eventually Kunikida, tired of the silence, glanced up. Atsushi watches in confusion as the man jumps to his feet, trips over his own chair and falls with a clatter to the floor, his face bright red. Ranpo giggles. “Well, I wouldn't say it was a totally wasted effort.” He motions at his neck and then it hits Atsushi, he swears his face is the shade of a tomato.

Ranpo hops off the desk, gathering all his snacks in a large bag and making his way towards the door. “Oh yeah.” He says, as he turns. “He left you his number, Atsushi. If he was that good maybe you should add it.” Yosano is choking on her laughter, but no one else seems to think it's that funny. Kunikida is still blushing as he asks the loaded question. “Who is ‘he’, Ranpo?”

Atsushi prays that Ranpo will just shut up, but of course, he doesn't. “Fyodor, you know, the strange Russian guy.” He sends them a confused look. “Wasn't it obvious?” He slams the door on the chaos that erupts behind him.

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End Notes: Ango totally didn't recognize him, he just wanted to get a dance from the pretty lady in the corner, and she ran away from him. He definitely cried about it over a drink later. Also, ‘kitten’ is cringy, except when its literal

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Before we dive into the vitamin vortex, make sure to subscribe and hit the bell icon so you never miss our health hacks and facts. Now, let's dissect the multivitamin mania! Decoding Multivitamins: What’s Inside the Bottle? Multivitamins, affectionately known as "multis," come in various forms: pills, gummies, powders, and liquids. But here's the catch – there's no standard recipe! Each brand could have a different concoction of vitamins and minerals, making the landscape a bit murky. Over half of American adults are popping these supplements, but the million-dollar question is: do they really need to? 🤔💊 In places with diverse food availability, severe vitamin deficiencies are rare, thanks to enriched foods and varied diets. Sure, multivitamins can be lifesavers in certain scenarios, especially for those with specific nutritional needs. But for the average Joe and Jane, is it an essential or just an added expense?

The Multibillion-Dollar Question: To Spend or Not to Spend? The supplement industry is massive, with brands vying for your attention (and wallet). Yet, splurging isn't necessary; even basic, store-brand supplements can meet your needs if they contain the Recommended Daily Allowance of essential nutrients. A pro tip: look for the "USP" seal, ensuring what's on the label is what's in the bottle, tested for purity and safety. 🏷️🔍 The Great Multivitamin Debate: Miracle or Myth? Here's where opinions diverge. Some champion multivitamins as dietary gap-fillers, while skeptics argue they're just leading to fancy urine. The U.S. Preventive Services Task Force steps in with a reality check – there's insufficient evidence to claim these supplements prevent cancer or heart disease. And while we're busting myths, let's talk alternatives: organic compounds like Shilajit might offer what multivitamins lack, but that's a story for another video (check it out if you haven't!). Navigating the Vitamin Verbiage: Hype vs. Health Beware of bold promises like enhanced brain health, boundless energy, or flawless skin.

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Week 5

Initially I was unsure of what I wanted to do with my discussion post as this week we are free to write about whatever we want. I settled on talking about plastic recycling using plastic eating bacteria. Last week I read an article on this and it inspired me to look into how they are using plastic eating bacteria and how they could be used in the future. I found out about that In 2021 a French Company called Carbios partnered with nestle and Pepsi when they began using a enzyme called PETase (PETase is one of a handful on enzymes that is capable to breakdown plastic) to assist in the Degradation of PET plastics (PET plastic is the most common form of plastic in water bottles and product packaging) to process about 250kg of PET plastic waste every day or 91 tonnes per year, breaking it down into its precursor molecules, Which then can be made into new clear plastic. Typically recycled plastic is not clear and has a more opaque look to it which companies often find undesirable. For example A recycled plastic bottle becomes a mottled bag, which becomes fibrous jacket insulation, which then becomes road filler, never to be recycled again.  So having the ability to continuously recycle and remake clear plastic will massively reduce the amount of new plastic that is made.

Carbios is able to complete this recycling process by shredding the plastic and running it through a machine which freezes it and forces it through a tiny opening at great pressure. The plastic pops out as pellets about the size of corn kernels. At the microscopic level, it is much less dense than its original form. which gives the enzymes a larger surface area to attack allowing for increased degradation. 

The plastic pellets are placed in a solution of water and PETase, inside a sealed steel tank. As time goes on, the plastic erodes away, and its components dissolve into the solution, leaving only a grayish liquid. The liquid now contains the two components ethylene glycol and terephthalic acid, which can be separated out and turned into new plastic. Fortunately, This technique scales easily. Two years ago the company was recycling a few kilos of plastic a day; now they do about 250kg a day. Next year, with the help of a new recycling plant carbios will be able to process 130 tonnes a day or almost 50 thousand tonnes a year. 

Many scientists hope that PETase will be used in the future for microplastic clean up. Last year, a German group engineered PETase into marine algae, noting that someday it could be used to break down microplastic in the ocean. Microplastics are a huge issue and there are not many effective ways to do this and using GMO algae is a possibility that should be explored. 

Another future use of PETase along with other chemical reactions is to produce hydrogen fuel from plastics. In Plastic on average the second most abundant element within is hydrogen, there are already a few research teams looking into the possibility of using terephthalic acid, one of the by-products of PETase, to make hydrogen fuel. terephthalic acid can also be used in perfumes and can be turned into Vanillin, the compound that creates the “vanilla taste”. 

Overall, this biotechnology is very promising for the future of global plastic clean up and recycling. Hopefully this will help make the world a greener and healthier place. Do you think we should release this marine algae into the world's oceans to help clean up microplastics?

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour WOODLANDS, TX - JUL 8 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

Pavilion Lounge Opens at 3:00 PM

Free Parking Lots Open at 5:30 PM

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:10 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

Per Louis Tomlinson's Faith in the Future Tour, guests with tickets in the GA Pit are required to abide by the following schedule and procedures for July 8:

Prior to 9:00 AM: No camping / No guests allowed on property

9:00 AM: Wrist-banding for GA Pit guests begins.

Reserved Seat ticket holders should arrive no earlier than 3:00 PM. 

3:00 PM: Wrist bands are honored for line formation. All guests may begin arriving. The Pavilion Lounge (indoor, air-conditioned) will open to all guests.

4:00 PM: All guests will join our regular entry lines on a first-come, first-served basis.

Additional Details:

Guests with GA Pit Tickets can begin lining up no earlier than 9:00 AM on the day of show, July 8, 2023.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests' wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must have a valid GA Pit ticket for the The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion / July 8 show to receive a wristband, and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9:00 AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

Guests with GA Pit Tickets are encouraged to return at 3:00 PM to queue for General Admission entry at the North Gate.

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM.

After 4:00 PM, guests will join our regular entry lines on a first come, first served basis.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

🔆⚠️HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

HIGH TEMPERATURES expected in Austin!

Temperatures will reach 91ºF/ 33ºC

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

Wear sunscreen!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

For Text Updates: Text Louis23 to (877) 350-1693.

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay!

Parking: Free parking available at 2002 Timberloch Place, The Woodlands, TX 77380. Buy paid parking in advance here ($51). Use Entrance Number 2 off of Six Pines Drive South. Maps and parking info here.

ADA info here

Guests (even children) are not allowed to sit or stand on the shoulders of another guest.

Cameras: Small personal camera ok. Non-detachable lense cameras allowed. Professional, detachable lens cameras are not permitted.

Concessions info and map here.

Food: Personal food is allowed in the amount of one, one-gallon ziploc bag per person.

Water: Empty, reusable bottles/cups are allowed at most shows. Most likely a lidless plastic water bottle. Chilled water fountains/bottle fillers are available at The Pavilion. Subject to change: we ask that you please remain flexible and are prepared not to bring it in if the artist requires.

Small blankets or tarps ALLOWED

Small umbrellas ALLOWED

Rain jackets ALLOWED

Most wearable neck fans ALLOWED

NO Beverages of any kind

NO bottles or cans

NO Glass of any kind, to include perfume bottles

NO alcohol

NO Coolers

NO Grills

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO smoking or vaping

NO E-liquid or vape juice

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO Aerosol cans (hairspray, bug spray, sunscreen)

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO chains

NO Inflatables, throwing toys (including beach balls and frisbees), blow-up toys, balloons or bubbles

NO Lawn chairs, stadium cushions

NO Medication in unmarked containers.

NO Recording devices, iPads/laptops

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Scooters/Skateboards

Strollers are allowed in the plaza areas, but not under the tent or on the lawn.

NO throwing objects of any kind.

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

Lost & Found call 281-364-3010

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

There is a STRICT bag size requirement for this show.

All bags and purses (unless clear) must be smaller than 4.5 inches x 6.5 inches.

Clear bags must be smaller than 12 inches x 12 inches. Tinted bags or bags with printed patterns are not accepted.

Bags for medical equipment (sized appropriately to the size of the equipment) are permitted, but will be subject to search, i.e. small items like medication need to follow the standard bag policy above.

Diaper bags (accompanied by infant/toddler) are permitted, but will be subject to search.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs 8.5"x11" or smaller allowed

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 281-364-3010. For Text Updates: Text Louis23 to (877) 350-1693. You can also access their website. Contact them here. Check their Twitter and IG for updates. Address: 2005 Lake Robbins Drive The Woodlands, TX 77380. Venue: The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion presented by Huntsman