#but yeah honestly it was so good.. hands down one of the best vacays so far

[taegularities]

Heyyyy!!! I'm Greek! Hope you had so much fun here! Wish you a niiiceee vacation 🩷 (Taxi rides are very expensive tbh, especially during summer and at nights)

omg hi!! thank you so much, i enjoyed it so so much, y'all are just the coolest!! 🤍 and yeah, but tbh, i was okay with how much the taxi drivers charged.. i feel like it's a lot more expensive where i live, so it was alright, except for those who tried to screw me over lol!!

[featherfur]

Meng Yao should have been around when Jiang Cheng was running around with his head cut off trying to make disciples out of rogues and convince everyone to get started on the war. I just think he’d see this, probably manic, idiot who needs help and is 100% willing to be bossed around and who really doesn’t care about Meng Yao station in life because he’s just fucking desperate and wants to die but can’t because Yanli and just go “actually I’m interested”. Because Jiang Cheng would riot if he knew Meng Yao wanted to go back to his dad, and well Jiang Cheng is very pathetic when he thinks he’s being left behind (“You’re leaving me for the Jin just like Shijie? Tears and loud words for you! Tears and loud words dor a thousand years!”)

And Meng Yao would have a spot in Lotus Pier where he is VERY clearly wanted, he probably doesn’t become sworn brothers with anyone (or LXC and NMJ realize that no one needs to give the Jin any more influence and become sworn brothers with Jiang Cheng) unless it’s Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian (unfortunately WWX will still probably be killed or hunted at the very least but atleast Qin Su is alive? Maybe having MY around will help calm JC into the fact that LWJ wants to bang his brother and help him so JC can convince WWX to let LWJ atleast play for him, then maybe WWX can accidentally let slip about him already destroying one half and LWJ can help destroy the other half… Dunno if the Wen Remnants survive either sorry, honestly I don’t know if anyone can stop JGS in the long run)

So there’s two ways this goes: (under read more I have Thoughts)

Meng Yao DOES go to the Jin Sect still because JC gets wanting your Dad’s Approval even when he’s a dick AND he protects Yanli who immediately adopted him when JC showed up to the war with him. Without being stuck between a Rock and a Hard place (sorry NMJ not everyone is a annoyingly stubborn with their morals as you and MY is being hurt :( leave him alone :(( ) MY is able to continue being pressured without breaking and even though JGS keeps trying to get him to manipulate JC, MY won’t and won’t manipulate NMJ either and every time he goes to Lotus Pier to ‘look into’ the Jiang Sect he actually just spends the week being plied with children and listening to Jiang Cheng explain the fashion industry Again and talk about silks vs cashmeres vs wool so he just gets a vacay and is more prepared to stand up against his dad.

Also JC and Yanli catch on pretty quick to Madam Jin abusing MY because they were there after Madam Yu would hurt WWX and they know the signs of trying to hide the pain and Yanli suddenly starts Show Up whenever Madam Jin tries anything because that is her Didi now and she will protect him and if anyone ELSE tries to mess with him she will rip them apart like when Jin Zixun tries to bother WWX.

JGS does eventually manage to frame something on WWX but MY intervenes immediately by telling JC the truth and without the ‘did my kinda insane PTSD ridden brother so this?” Panic thoughts JC gets his people and is waiting for the force of Jin and smaller sects, with his two sworn brothers on either side. Because yeah NMJ absolutely hates the Wen but can he really ignore LXC and JC? Plus NHS on the side? He’s only there to protect WWX, anyone else can get fucked and even then he’s only protecting WWX because JC asked him too because NMJ thinks WWX sucks for choosing the wens because he’s very much of the one track ‘the wens suck’ mind. MY pretends he has no idea what’s going on but he does summon Jin Zixuan on ‘accident’ who shows up, annoyed he had to leave his kid, and is like “are we really going to accuse Nie Mingjue, known Wen hater, of protecting Wei Wuxian and lying about his innocence? Because his sword is the same size as my body and I’d rather Not”

(okay he’s more polite and subtle but that’s the gist) somehow Jin Guangshan dies, I’m voting Yanli poisoned him because I think Meng Yao is 100% willing at this point to simply take the abuse because Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen aren’t essentially telling him to murder his father and that he’s stupid for not holding harder to his morals (sorry NMJ,,, you just,, I love you but MY is hurting and he’s not as stabby as you) NMJ is still very much crankily telling him his dad sucks whenever they meet but Jiang Cheng gets all sparkly whenever MY is around because MY will say he’s Doing Good, so there’s only so much room before JC start just biting anyone who even looks at MY wrong. (NMJ says he’s proud of JC once and JC just starts crying and NMJ UnderstandsTM why MY won’t leave him alone)

But Yanli has to be the one to kill him because MY wouldn’t because he’s a filial son and probably hasn’t lost his hope he will be Loved, Jin Zixuan wouldn’t because he’s like the only one in the entire show not down with murder, Madam Jin is not about to give up the power and money that comes from being the wife of Jin Guangshan even if JZX would take care of her because Yanli clearly is willing to rip everyone apart who fucks with her family and unlike Jiang Cheng is willing to change the status quo, and if JGS dies on a hunt they’ll blame WWX so Yanli just poisons him slowly and he dies from ‘illness’. JZX takes power, Meng Yao is told he’s amazing twelve times a day because JZX can do busy work and argue against anyone but he cannot have a small talk conversation to save his life. Life continues peacefully, Jiang Cheng keeps kidnapping JZX’s advisor because he misses him. Meng Yao knows how to control literally every single great sect but he’s busy chasing down his nephews and helping Jiang Cheng avoid marriage offers to do anything.

Once Jin Guangshan died, LXC and MY both swooped in to have the Wen Remnants moved somewhere else to ‘civilize’ them (using LXC’s own words here) and WWX is very much caught between Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji arguing over who he’s going home with and he’s honestly never felt more Loved TM. WWX spends six months to break the rest of the tiger rally under the grumpy/watchful eye of NMJ who still isn’t happy anyone from the Wen’s is still alive but he’s weak to puppy eyes and also when he’s being strong armed by his sworn brothers, MY, and NHS (though he still keeps an eye on the actual cultivators, he’s pretty much forgotten the rest of the Wen Remnants exist he just cares about the ones who know how to use a sword). Wangxian happens, idk how I’m voting for a wild Jingyi another orphan decides that he wants to meet the Purple Angry Man and body slams into WWX’s legs trying to get to the Purple man and LWJ catches him and it’s a full on romantic moment of staring into each other’s eyes while Jiang Cheng makes disgusted noises and Meng Yao pats his hand and just tells him to accept it.

Or Meng Yao stays in Lotus Pier because Jiang Cheng has problems and Meng Yao loves a messy loudmouth aggressive bitch with a secret heart of gold. Also Jiang Cheng is the exact kind of Demi-aroace dummy to not realize Meng Yao has a crush on LXC and keeps sending him over to Cloud Recesses to help with trade or something and MY gets to hang out with his crush constantly.

MY is Jiang Cheng’s personal advisor since WWX is currently refusing to process his trauma and staying in a very traumatic place. MY does try to help but WWX doesn’t trust him and probably only half trusts him around JC, BUT MY is very good with kids and helps work with JC on how to slip WWX supplies while negotiating directly with Nie and Lan without Jin glaring over him this time, and Jin Zixuan is more than happy to help when he can because again he’s just like the only one with modern morals and wants Lotus Pier to be strong since if all the sects fall then well the fucking demons/ghosts they hunt will eat them. So WWX is slowly atleast not ready to kill him, Meng Yao finds out WWX already destroyed half the Tiger Tally and tries to get him to let NMJ and LXC help him destroy it further (because that ties the three sects closer and so WWX won’t just stab someone if someone isn’t happy about the Wen’s existing)

Yanli poisons Jin Guangshan again because I think that’s the best way for him to go, Meng Yao does grieve but also that lasts for three minutes before Jiang Cheng shows up with some children he found in Yunmeng and Meng Yao needs to explain to him again that just because the kid latches on doesn’t mean you can take them home. But with JGS out of the way it’s a lot easier to strong arm NMJ into letting the Lan take the remnants (JC and NMJ still aren’t happy about it but NMJ can’t fight the three other sects and JC is getting his brother back and he’ll take the Wen living if that means WWX is too) and WWX returns to Lotus Pier. The truth of the golden core comes out probably via WWX having a flashback or panic attack or something (or that one theory of Yanli knowing,,,) words happen, WWX storms off to find LWJ.

Meng Yao wonders why he likes messy cry babies but still helps out Jiang Cheng because they’re technically brother in laws and also because he really does care about him. Wangxian happens and now Jiang Cheng is really pissed but WWX also said he wasn’t going to just up and leave so they’re on a rotating system but honestly everyone’s just waiting for them to move permanently to Lotus Pier because Lan Wangji has this giant hole in his heart for kids who love Wei Wuxian and Lotus Pier is filled with kids who are Jiang and therefore are insane ans love WWX.

Personally I think this one is the least likely but it sounds very nice right?

[invisibleraven]

Mashup prompt: everyone knows/mistaken for couple + vacation fic, rulie

"Boys suck," Julie said as she slumped back onto her couch, blowing the hair out of her face.

"Thanks," Reggie said from the other side of the couch where he was reading.

"Not you, obviously. But in general, boys suck."

Reggie lowered his book, marking his page and setting it aside. "Why, pray tell do all members of my gender suck?"

"So you remember Tyson?" Julie asked, and when Reggie screwed up his face in disgust, she took that as a yes and plowed on. "Well I made plans for us to take a mini vacay for the long weekend, just up the coast to nice inn, small scenic town, get away from it all for a few days. Only for him to tell me he made plans with his girlfriend this weekend."

"Bastard," Reggie muttered.

"Yeah, that was one of the words I used on him. Anyways, boys suck and now I'm stuck with all these reservations I can't cancel. I'd give them to Flynn but she and Carrie already had plans, Alex and Willie are both working, and Luke would just try to use it as a song writing getaway."

"Well you didn't ask me," Reggie said. "I'm free this weekend, the two of us could go, have a BFF weekend, get away from it all and talk about the suckage of boys that are not in a band with us."

"Really?" Julie saw Reggie nod and threw herself into his arms. "You are the best!"

"And don't you forget it!" Reggie stated. He brushed back the curls from her face, gazing down at her softly and then shook himself internally. "Well then, let's get packing!" he said, dislodging himself from her embrace and racing off to his room.

~

Reggie swore he could feel the tension bleeding from his pores and far away as they pulled up to the quaint little inn Julie had booked. Honestly the whole town looked like it belonged on a postcard, and Reggie was already wishing they could stay forever. He whistled at the ivy creeping up the inn, the ripples off the small lake, the scent off horses in the air from the small barn off to the side. "Yeah, this place would have been wasted on Tyson."

Julie came over, similarly awed, and slipped her arm through his. "Well then it's a good thing I'm here with you then. Come on, let's check in."

Reggie approached the counter, letting Julie take in the small sitting room, complete with ornate fireplace, though he doubted it saw much use here in California. "Checking in for Molina?"

The employee smiling, typing away at the computer, and then slid two keys across the counter. "Here you go Mr. Molina, please let us know if you need anything."

Reggie flushed at that, "Oh, I... um... thank you." He rushed off to Julie at that, though she was ignorant as to why he was so red in the face, and they traipsed upstairs to find their room. Only to stop as they opened the door, the large, singular bed staring them in the face.

"Oh, Reggie, I can go ask for another room, I'm sorry," Julie stated.

Reggie took in her crestfallen expression, and though he knew it was probably a bad idea to share a bed with Julie for a multitude of reasons, pushed those thoughts aside. "Nah, it's okay. I mean, we've snuggled together lots at band sleepovers, this isn't much different. Come on, I wanna go check out the horses!"

~

Julie smiled as she watched Reggie trot around the paddock, clearly in his glee. The man was made to be a cowboy, and Julie was secretly thrilled that she got to let him live out this small little dream, and resolved to take him to a dude ranch for his next birthday.

"You ready to join your boyfriend sweetheart?" the instructor asked as they handed her the reigns.

Julie felt heat creeping to her ears at that. "Oh no, he's... um, sure. Ready." She figured that since everyone came here as couples, the staff wouldn't assume otherwise, and she decided to let it go. Why embarrass the staff for a misplaced assumption? Honestly she would be lucky to have a guy like Reggie as hers, but she knew they were nothing more than good friends. She nudged her horse forward, finally matching Reggie's pace and his grin widened as he caught sight of her.

"Hey darlin', isn't this the best?" Julie prayed that Reggie didn't notice how she flushed an shivered at the endearment, his natural twang having a decidedly arousing effect on her.

"It is nice, though don't ask me to go any faster." Reggie gave her a small smile at that, extending one hand to her, twisting their fingers together as their horses plodded around the paddock. "You don't have to slow down for me you know, you can go ride like the wind if you want."

Reggie's face took on a small pink hue. "I'd rather be with you, if that's alright." Julie blushed herself, but squeezed his hand and let their horses guide them around in a simple circle as the sun began to set over the lake.

~

They enjoyed a rather lovely dinner together that evening, the candlelight low, music soft, but they spent it dissing their exes and sharing a bottle of wine, giggling by the time they entered their room. However, the large bed looming there had a sobering effect as they got ready, backs turned to one another as they slid under the covers.

"Thank you again for coming Reg," Julie whispered. She heard him turning over so she copied the move, facing his earnest green eyes and kind, crooked grin.

"Anything for you Jules, you know that. Plus I got to ride a horse, so I should be thanking you!" They both giggled at that, wishing each other soft goodnights as their laughter died, eyes closing, and hands finding each other in their slumber.

Julie awoke the next morning feeling warm, and blinked open her eyes to find herself tangled up in Reggie, his heartbeat steady under her ear. He was extremely comfy, and she was tempted to just let herself drift back into sleep when he started to stir. Reggie blinked down at her, his smile and eyes soft as she slowly came into focus. "Morning darlin', sleep okay?"

"Best sleep I've had in a while. You?"

"Same," Reggie said, though his words were punctuated by a yawn, and then a grumble from his stomach. "Breakfast?"

Julie's own stomach answered for her, and they got ready for the day surprisingly quickly, and were fed before too long. Julie asked if maybe they could take a rowboat out on the lake, just enjoy the surroundings, and Reggie was keen, so they wandered down to the lake, sitting through the prerequisite safety demo and soon were being lead to the docks.

Julie was being fitted for her lifejacket when an employee held Reggie back. "Look buddy, I know this scenario is romantic and all, but if you're planning to pop the question in the middle of the lake, do yourself a favour and just don't okay? The amount of guys I've had to fish out because they lost their balance while proposing is staggeringly high."

"I wasn't... we aren't... thanks for the warning," Reggie stammered.

"My advice is always to do it in the gazebo," the employee said, gesturing to the small structure up closer to the house that looked over the lake, covered in blooms and looking quite picteresque.

"I'll keep that in mind," Reggie promised, tossing on his own life jacket and easing himself into the boat. He came up with some lie about the employee reminding him about their time limit, and began rowing.

~

That night was a repeat of their first; good food, good wine, and ending up snuggle around each other in their sleep. Reggie awoke first this time, and he had to resist the urge to gently kiss Julie awake. Honestly, this whole trip had been the most sublime torture, everything he wanted dangled right in front of him, and no way to reach it. He was just so gone for Julie, but they were friends, and nothing more. He didn't dare disturb that, not for the sake of some silly crush.

Julie slowly blinked her eyes open and caught Reggie staring down at her intently, seemingly lost in thought. "Hey," she whispered softly. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Breakfast," he answered lamely, but Julie didn't question his lie. "Also thinking we could go into town today, check out some small touristy shops?"

"Sounds good to me."

Thus, after food they headed off on foot to the nearby town, enjoying the leisurely stroll, walking hand in hand, taking in the beautiful trees and plants that lined the path. The town itself was small and quaint, everything painted in bright pastels, with kitschy little stores. Julie bought them both taffy to share, while Reggie opted to get them some lemonade. They found a few small souvenirs for their friends, Julie slipping them inside her tote bag.

Then she saw it; the stall selling stained glass panels that you could hang from your window and had to stop at the gorgeous one of a dahlia. She lifted a tentative finger to it, tracing the myriad of petals in various shades of pink and purple and felt a longing like she hadn't in so long.

"Wow, that's gorgeous," Reggie commented, lifting it gently, then taking in the price and letting out a low whistle. Julie looked and balked, knowing that hand crafted things were more expensive, but she couldn't justify buying it. She took it from Reggie and eased it back on it's hook, proposing lunch.

Only, at lunch, Reggie excused himself for the bathroom and took a while to come back, shrugging it off as too much sugar, making Julie tease him about his sweet tooth. They ambled away the rest of the afternoon, mostly window shopping, though they did squeeze themselves into a photo booth, cheesing it up for every picture. They stumbled out of the booth, and an old lady passing by them made a comment about what a lovely couple they made, causing them both to blush and stammer, but neither denied it, just giggling to one another as they made their way back to the inn.

They enjoyed one last meal back at the inn, a bitter sweetness falling over them. "This has been the best weekend, thank you Reggie," Julie said sincerely as they got ready for bed.

"It was my pleasure." Reggie paused then, biting his lip, and then went to her tote, extracting a tissue wrapped package and placed it gingerly into her hands. Julie eased the paper back and gasped as she saw the stained glass dahlia staring back at her.

"Reggie... you didn't have to... this was so expensive!"

Reggie shrugged at that. "You're worth every penny Jules. Plus you let me mooch off this trip from that idiot Tyson. Can't believe he had the nerve to treat you like that."

Julie lowered the dahlia to the small coffee table, biting her lip as she faced Reggie. "The thing is... when I confronted him about it, he said... 'I figured we weren't exclusive since you're dating Peters as well as me'."

"What? He thought we were dating?" Reggie asked.

"He's not the only one. Every employee here has assumed we are, that lady in town... hell my dad has been asking me for ages when we're going to make things official," Julie said. "It seems like everyone can see it... except us."

"Julie..." Reggie started, taking her hands in his. "I-I care about you, so so much. More than I probably should, but I didn't want to mess things up with my feelings, so I convinced myself I'd be happy enough just being your friend."

Julie gazed up at him, the moonlight from the window making him glow. "I have to admit, when Tyson said that... I had to ask myself why, and well, talking to dad made it all the clearer how much of a couple we come off as without ever being one... and how much I want that to change. So, Reggie Peters, what do you say about taking me out on a real date when we get home?"

Reggie's answer was a deep and passionate kiss that sent them tumbling onto the bed, breathless and giggling as they broke apart.

~

They awoke the next morning, tangled together to a knocking on the door. "Mr. and Mrs. Molina? Check out is in an hour, just wanted to remind you."

The pair of them looked at each other and giggled. "One day," Reggie promised, kissing her knuckles.

"So who do you think is going to be the most surprised when we tell them?" Julie asked as they pulled away from the inn.

"That we're finally dating or that we haven't been all this time?" Reggie asked. Julie giggled at that, flicking a piece of hair off his forehead, and having her hand caught and kissed before Reggie let go to take hold of the wheel once more.

~

Over two years later, they found themselves back at the inn, giddy to be back in the place that had brought them together. Though they had been back a fair few times since then, loving the peace and quiet it supplied them outside of their noisy and hectic lives. Reggie caught sight of the boating instructor who had warned him about the lake last year and waved, going off to say hello while Julie checked them in.

"Ah, hello again Mr. Molina, nice to see you again."

Reggie grinned at that. "It's Peters actually. But I'm working on making myself Molina very soon." He glanced around, and seeing that Julie wasn't looking, he showed off the ring he had stashed in his pocket, bouncing a little on his toes. "And don't worry, I remember what you told me about the rowboats."

"I'll ensure the gazebo is empty at sunset with a bottle of champagne then?" the employee asked with a smirk. Reggie nodded and slipped a few bills into his hand, then rushed off to Julie.

They went up to their room, unpacking quickly, and Julie brought Reggie into a lush kiss. "So, what first? Horses or lake?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd like a stroll in the gardens with me? I heard about a really nice place we can watch the sunset together..."

[awanderingdeal]

Never too late - 6 - 7

A continuation of Leo and Regulus’ attempts (antics) to give Regulus the childhood he never had.

CW: Food talk

Please message me if you feel I need to add any content warnings

Rating: T

Previous and future chapters can be found on my masterlist

Credit for the sweater universe and the characters within it go to @lumosinlove. What a hero.

[This is currently unedited, and I'm not that happy with it, but also my writing mojo has decided it is vacay time so it is what is it]

6. Go to camp! You’ll make friends for life.

“Le! Did you order something?” Finn called, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen carrying a large box.

“Yeah, it’s the t-shirts,” Leo nodded, scraping the onions he’d just chopped into the pot. “Put it on the island for me please, babe.”

Finn looked down at the box, making a show of testing its weight before he looked back at Leo with wide eyes, “This seems like...a lot.”

After adjusting the temperature on the stovetop slightly, Leo washed his hands and made to inspect the delivery. “Err, yeah. Potts got wind of the plan and got all excited. Half the team are coming now,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Of course that happened,” Finn threw his head back with a laugh. “You might as well make it a thing.”

“A thing?” Leo repeated, throwing Finn a bemused look.

“Uhh huh,” Finn nodded.

“I’m gonna need more, babe,” Leo said, lifting one of the shirts out of the box and running the material through his fingers, humming a note of approval.

“More shirts? There’s like 50 here,” Finn frowned.

“No, love,” Leo laughed, shaking his head “More on what a ‘thing’ is.”

“Ohh, got you,” Finn chuckled, leaning against the counter. “I just meant, if half the team is coming anyway, you might as well invite the other half. Get the kids involved. You know, a thing.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually,” Leo cocked his head.

“Well, I did go to Harvard,” Finn shrugged, rooting around in the fruit bowl to find a suitable pear. One that wasn't too big because Finn got bored of flavours quickly and could never finish them. One that wasn't too soft, because he hated the sticky mess on his hands. In the early days of their relationship, Leo had been excited for the adventures that were going to come with his boyfriends, but he hadn't been prepared for how much the little nuggets of information he would discover about them would mean to him. The satisfied smile that appeared on his Finn’s face as he procured the perfect one was infectious.

“Such big brain energy and yet he still can’t load a dishwasher,” Leo retorted, motioning to the stack of crockery that had been abandoned on the counter.

***

“I have no idea why I put up with you,” Regulus scowled, covering his eyes with his hands. “Okay, I promise I can’t see.”

“Because I’m your best friend, obviously,” Leo replied, making a stupid face to ensure that Regulus was, in fact, telling the truth, and began to lead him towards the back door.

“Obviously,” Regulus drawled. “Do I get a choice in this best friend business?”

“Well, you can try and resist it if you want, but I am incredibly loveable and inevitably you will have to succumb to my charm so you might as well just deal with it,” Leo said.

Regulus gave a resigned sigh, “I suppose as best friends go you aren’t too bad.”

Leo laughed, punching Regulus lightly in the shoulder before telling him to watch out for the step up into the back yard.

“I hope you know that if I break my neck, you will be paying for -” Regulus started.

“Wegggie!!” Harry shouted through a mouthful of graham crackers that James had been trying to buy his silence with.

“Is that?” Regulus pulled his hands from his face, his eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. Leo had to admit he may have gone a little overboard with the execution of the summer camp. What had started off as a few classic summer camp activities had turned into a carefully planned extravaganza. There was a climbing wall and he’d hired an events team that taught archery. Between the games of dodgeball and capture the flag, there would be time for tye-dying, friendship bracelet making, water balloons, tug of war and much more. Of course he hadn’t skimped on the food either: burgers, pizza, vegetable sticks, taco salad and hot dogs; there was a long buffet table laden with an endless supply.

Regulus pulled Leo back inside, tugging him further into the kitchen so that the crowd of Lion’s players and their families couldn’t see them. “Leo, this is too much.”

Leo looked at Regulus trying to read his friend, but the other boy was infuriatingly closed off. “Look, if you really don’t want this, I’ll go and tell everybody to enjoy themselves and we can get out of here.”

Regulus huffed out a breath, “It’s not that I don’t want to...it’s...it’s weird everybody being here. They are obviously just here because you asked them and I feel like an add on.”

“Okay, let me stop you right there,” Leo held up a hand. “You practically live at Kris’ house the amount of time you spend there with Avie. Celeste loves you like a seventh? eighth? child...honestly, I’ve lost track of how many children they’ve adopted at this point. You and Olli…”

“Alright, alright,” Regulus interrupted, “I get your point.” He cocked his head slightly, “Huh, I guess I didn’t realise how much I’ve settled here.”

“You need a second to process that or are you ready to go have some fun, because I think Harry might eat all the s’more supplies if we wait much longer.”

***

Leo leaned into Logan’s shoulder, smiling as he watched his boyfriend show Katie how to toast her s’more in the bonfire that crackled in front of them. He was admiring the softness of the French leaving Logan’s mouth, when Regulus plopped himself onto the large log they were sitting on, a sleeping Aveline clinging to him.

“Hey, Reggie,” Leo greeted, turning his soft smile to his friend. “You alright?”

“I’m good. I just wanted to say thank you,” Regulus nodded, shifting Aveline into a more comfortable position. Leo noticed that Regulus had added another 3 new friendship bracelets to his haul since he had last got a moment to catch up with him. “For all this. This day has been amazing. All of it. I’m not sure if summer camp would have been my thing really, but I never really got to do fun family garden parties either and this has been incredible. ”

Any reply that Leo was about to make was disturbed, by Aleandra dumping a water balloon over Marc’s head right in front of them, their loud screams causing Aveline to wake with a cry.

7.Decorate your room! Paint the walls, buy new bedding and pick some new accessories! Make it your space.

"Well," Leo set a pile of magazines on the bed with a soft thud. It was a little old-school, but he was adamant that it was easier to come up with a complete picture this way. "What do you like? You don't have to know exactly, but we can't go to Ikea without any idea." He let out a soft snort at the unintentional rhyme.

Regulus looked up at him, wide eyed, as if he'd just asked him to supply the solution for world peace. "I don't know," he shrugged, toying with the sleeve of his shirt.

"You must have some thoughts."

"I don't know," Regulus snapped. "I've never had to make these decisions before. There was no point liking anything, because our parents would do what they wanted either way." He spat the words, and despite how it made Leo feel he knew the anger was a sign of some sort of progress. Not even a few months ago, his friend had spoken about his childhood like it was just a different form of normal.

"I'm sorry," Leo apologised, climbing onto the bed next to Regulus.

"It's not your fault, is it," Regulus shrugged, tucking his knees to his chest.

"I shouldn't have pushed you for an answer," Leo clarified, moving the magazines out the way and dragging his laptop from the bedside table. “Look, how about we go through Pinterest and you can pick some pins you vibe with. I’m sure we’ll find a trend.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathed, shuffling closer to Leo. “Yeah, okay.”

***

“What the hell, there’s more,” Regulus said in awe as they rounded another corner to be confronted by rows of rattan baskets.

“I think we’re nearly at the end.” Leo looked up from the map he was trying to follow, almost stumbling over the cart when Regulus came to a sudden halt.

“These are nice,” Regulus mused, picking up a walnut coloured weaved basket. “My towels will look nice in these.”

“I’m sure they would,” Leo chuckled. He shouldn’t have been so surprised by how quickly Regulus had gained an affinity for interior design considering how he had taken to honing his clothing style with such ease.

“Oh! But these are nice too.” Regulus turned to show Leo another basket, that was identical in every way except for being perhaps a shade lighter.

Leo groaned. They had been in the store for over 3 hours and the cart was overflowing. His friend was adamant he was going to pay his own way and considering the short amount of time he had played for Slytherin along with the legal fees to end his contract early, the man was having to learn to budget to be able to afford college. Leo had suggested that doing a couple of interviews would leave him with a fair buffer, but Regulus had wanted to put as much space between hockey and his new life as possible. Leo was supportive, but Regulus seemed to be having trouble getting out the habit of buying everything he wanted.

“Right, pick one and then close your eyes. We need to get out of here.”

***

“Up a little on the left,” Leo instructed, shaking his head as Regulus lifted the left side of the photo frame considerably. “No, not that much.”

“That’ll do.”

“It’s not straight!”

“Neither are you and you don’t see us complaining,” Regulus huffed as he adjusted the frame again.

“You’re just jealous,” Leo threw one of Regulus’ new cushions across the room, hitting him squarely in the back of the head.

“Eww,” Regulus deadpanned. “And please do not throw my things,” he glared, hugging the cushion to his chest.

Leo was about to make a comment back, but he was interrupted by Sirius clearing his throat in the doorway.

“Got you a present,” Sirius said, holding out a large bag.

“Sirius.” Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, his face set into a disapproving stare. “I told you -”

“Think of it as an early birthday present,” Sirius interrupted.

“My birthday is not for another 4 months.”

“Just take it. I promise I’ll let you do this the way you want, but you’ve got to let me buy you things every now and then too. That’s what big brothers do.”

Regulus sighed, crossing the room to take the bag from Sirius. “Thanks,” he muttered, the corners of his mouth lifting despite his best efforts. The smile spread further as he laid the mustard coloured herringbone throw he’d been salivating over in the small boutique they’d visited a few days prior.

“You’re welcome,” Sirius nodded. “Looks good in here, by the way. We’ll have to find you an apartment in New York that will be big enough to fit it all in.” he commented, walking away as he finished his sentence.

“I’m paying for the apartment!” Regulus called after him. Leo barked a laugh as Regulus ranted about stubborn humans on NHL wages. Regulus poked a finger at him. “You can be quiet. I know this was your doing.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

The reader having an office fling with Erik/Work Hubby

Warnings: SMUT

It’s gonna be two parts because it’s really long and detailed to start. LIKE & REBLOG

You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.

But were you living your life?

Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:

-Wyd big head?

-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?

-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.

-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.

-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.

-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.

-I missed you after work yesterday. 

He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.

After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.

“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.

“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”

“Which one?”

You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”

She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”

You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”

Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.

“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”

“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“

“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.

“Like I said, we are not having sex-“

“Who’s not having sex?”

Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.

“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.

“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”

You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”

You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.

“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously...no sex between you and your man?”

Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”

Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”

How could you forget?

“Yeah...it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.

Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”

“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”

Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”

You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”

“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”

Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.

“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”

“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.

“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”

“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.

“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”

“When is it?”

“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin...”

Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go...

“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“

“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”

“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.

“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but...” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.

You deserve some fun too.

Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.

“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.

“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.

“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”

Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.

“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”

“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.

“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.

“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.

“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“

“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.

“Does Eric know about me?”

“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”

Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”

“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”

“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”

“I mean, yeah, of course.”

Both of you laugh.

“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”

“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.

“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.

“I mean, I could though.”

“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“

“You would be mine,” Erik finished.

“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”

Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”

“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?

“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.

“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”

His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.

——

You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.

“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”

“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just...looking around.”

“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”

Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.

“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.

“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.

“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.

“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”

“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“

“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”

“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”

“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.

A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.

Ping Ping

-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.

Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.

-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?

-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.

-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.

-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.

You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.

Catch my eye.

Onyx met chestnut.

Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.

-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?

-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma

-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab

-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.

You snicker again.

“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.

“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”

“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”

-she’s gone 😁

-let's celebrate lol.

Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.

-enough about her. I see you 👀

-what’s that?

-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?

-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?

-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.

-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.

-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.

-like what?

-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.

-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.

-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.

You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.

-nothing to say huh?

-I’m just thinking.

-about what? Talk to me.

-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.

-😌

-well? You’re gonna tell me why?

-Because I want you to myself.

-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.

-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.

You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.

-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️

-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.

You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.

Ping ping

-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.

-ooooo I’m scared.

-Aight, bet. I’m coming.

-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.

You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.

-that’s what she said. 😈

You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.

“Hey, Erik,”

You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.

“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.

“For some water.”

Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.

But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.

“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.

“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”

You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”

“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”

“He’ll be back-“

“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”

Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.

“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.

“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.

“Can I take care of you, ma?”

Yes.

You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.

“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”

His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.

“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for

You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse? 

“Can I come over to keep you company?” 

“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat. 

“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.” 

“But what if someone does find out?”

“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm. 

“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours. 

“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties...shapely legs...and round ass…”

You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot. 

“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”

“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth. 

“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”

“Where?” You whisper.

“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you. 

“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth. 

“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”

You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward. 

“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”

———

You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass. 

During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions. 

It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color. 

Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared. 

Ping ping

Erik -where did you go?

-To lunch. I was hungry.

Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?

-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.

Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?

-Heading back upstairs.

Erik- I’ll wait for you.

-Erik, I have to go back to work!

Erik- fuck that you know what I want.

DING. Fifth Floor.

“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously. 

You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month. 

“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you. 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.

DING. Fourth Floor.

Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back. 

Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.

“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”

Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy. 

“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car. 

“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.” 

“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.

“Good, girl.” 

He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.

“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers. 

“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”

A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface. 

“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess. 

“Making a mess in my fucking car.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”

“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet...do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.” 

Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.” 

“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”

Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips. 

“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy. 

“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”

His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out. 

“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.

You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat. 

“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”

He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in. 

“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”

You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue. 

“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.” 

You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”

“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”

“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”

Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair. 

“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features. 

“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet. 

“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue. 

Ring Ring 

Erik’s cell was going off. 

“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression. 

“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.” 

Erik hung up his phone. 

“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.” 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”

Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.” 

You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex. 

Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning. 

“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.” 

“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.

“Can I keep you company later?” 

You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck. 

“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.

“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”

“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”

His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.

“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.

“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.

————

You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine. 

Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.

Eric with the C.

Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.

-that’s okay. Be safe.

He didn’t respond back. 

No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing. 

Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering. 

Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.

Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.

Erik- want me to come to get you?

He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.

-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.

HONK HONK. 

Erik- too late. 

You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone. 

Ping Ping 

Erik- Stop making me wait, girl. 

You grab your bag, phone, and keys before locking up and leaving. Walking down your cobblestone trail, Erik hops out of his car, walking around to meet you. He was wearing a black Burberry ribbed beanie with a Pyer Moss color block Reebok windbreaker tracksuit on and the same brand of shoes on his feet. He tongued you down before taking your bag to place in the back seat that was now cleaned and placed normally. Erik opened your door to help you up inside before shutting it to return to the driver's side. You watched him walk all the way around and get inside with sultry eyes. With his hand on your upper thigh, he drove off and towards his Penthouse.

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[beecherdrysdale]

Heyy, thank you for responding! I loved all of it!

We are totally hanging out first! Honestly I don’t understand why we keep putting you with Dylan in the same car, you win at everything. maybe I should switch the cars around and give you Ryan instead? But Brigid+Dylan is 😍 and I need that to happen. Wait imagine we are all in our cars and we just pull up all at the same time to a red light and we roll down the window and just laugh at each other and then we all zoom away. I would absolutely not let Ryan sit up front with me, we would probably start smacking each other and chirping each other and I would lose concentration so imma put him in the back with Braden :) . Quinner can come and hold my hand because he’s gorgeous and I wanna hold his hand. Quinton would be fine, he’s seems like he would be slightly chaotic. Kesh has the most chill car. Like Kirby, Dylan C and Devon are all chill and would just be calmly talking while Kesh is driving.

When we are all together tho, it’s more chaotic. Haha yes the braiding is not going well for Dylan and Jamie they’d be like “How do I do this?” I don’t understand this. Why does this exist lol. Yess I would have to pull over and make them switch with Devon and quinton hehe. They would just be calmly braiding your hair and then Jamie and Dylan would be slightly jealous and pouting in the back. Just a warning I love music so imma play that loud and roll down the windows. Only for a bit tho . Also kesh omg late night drives are so cute. Also imagine all of us in a grocery store, that would be so chaotic. Also why do I feel like Braden, Kirby , Dylan C would pass out for literally the entire drive?

Malt teaser are yummy, but what about sour patch kids orrrrr peanut putter filled M&Ms. Have you ever had those? I always get them if I go to the movies:) Nutella is good too! Imma be Canadian and say have you ever had all dressed ruffles? Nanaimo bars are delish, we can get them in BC ! I’ll buy you poutine brigid. The best is probably in Montreal so when we make a pit stop there I can buy you some!. Also let’s not forget chocolate and healthy foods lo. Carrot sticks anyone?. Also music would be great, imma play like a g6 or promiscuous girl cuz I love that song 😍

Chirp kings unite, this will be the main factor of our vacay lol. Brigid I’m sorry but it has to be done lol. We are gonna chirp you sm. Oooo you putting your hands on his abs, and feeling the muscles. Honestly I would too lol- sorry Quinner. But Dylan Holloway has an amazing body. Ryan and I would chirp you again I’m not gonna lie, but also you straddling jamie would be 🥵. Kesh this is for you, Kirby shirtless, in that photo with him by the lake. I unfortunately have not found Quinner by a lake. Aww kesh I loved the “I didn’t think I needed sunscreen” lmao your entire back is the shade of my blush. They do need sunscreen tho, pale boys.

The boat is a must! All of these activities are so fun, Brigid you would go on the same tube w Dylan?. We would definitely make each other fall. Tanning is a dream sometimes - but while your tanning Jamie and Dylan are looking at you 😏 same w Kirby kesh . I’m not gonna lie drinking on a boat is nice. Some white claws or margaritas lol. Aww one of them holding your waist, some photos are gonna be taken there. Lmao Quinner is gonna be like “I’m gonna get a drink” and leaves and then Ryan sneaks up and pushes me. But not so fast I would grab him real quick and we would both fall in l😂. Awww kesh, I love those little sentences you wrote “oh yeah babe, uh huh babe sorry , but look” that’s adorable that he’s spending time with you.

Drunk Quinner is the best, but I would secretly love that he’s being clingy 🥺. Dylan H seems like the jealous type and probably so is Jamie. But you dancing with them would be soooo cute! They just want be constantly around you. Kesh and Kirby would be slaying.

I’m going to let you have a break from Ryan and I causing chaos, he would actually be helping unlike me and I would just be watching Dylan h become jealous that Jamie is w you lol. But I do want a friendship w him too lol . Awww yes him pulling on your braids 🥺 my smart girl is adorable same with “my smart boy”

Haha ya, my mom refuses to let me have a one piece, so all I have are bikinis lol. That’s good brigid, we all have hot bodies hehe. #hotgirlsummer.

I wanna go shopping w you and kesh soooo bad. It would be so fun!! Vacay clothes are cute. We should all a little black dress and take everyone’s breath away lol. Oo ya Dylan and Jamie admiring you in your hit lbd or clubbing clothes 😏. Same w kesh, Kirby would be amazed like how did he get such a gorgeous girl?. I love stealing clothes - from my bro and friend . so I am on board with wearing the guys clothing lol . They would be comfyyyyyy.

Kk I’ll get you a Holloway and Drysdale jersey l!! And a Kirby and cozzy jersey ! Get ready for some gifts :)

Wow this was long.

Ok kesh what’s your favourite cake flavour?

Xo ly

Lexiiiiiiiii

ok yes, first of all i love all of this 💖

so ig it’s been decided that dylan and i are in the same car so we can dominate once again lol. and then jamie and quinton are there too and then jamie and dyl are just trying to talk over each other to have a convo with me, so then i start ignoring them and talk to quinton instead hehe. omg yes if we all pull up at a red light at the same time, i’m that one person who just keeps inching forward when someone rolls up next to them and then as soon as the light turns green i’m gone lmao. so esp if it was you guys i would be being extra competitive. haha yes banish ryan to the back with braden so he doesn’t make you crash the car bc we’re too broke to pay for rental car damages. and then quinner gets to sit in the front with you and hold your hand 🥺 and then kesh is just vibing in her car and then i feel like they would all get distracted and decide to go sight-seeing and forget about the race lol

haha yes when we’re all in the car together it will be so chaotic. and then jamie and dyl are both trying to braid and they can’t and they’re getting frustrated bc my hair is just in knots and they’re just like why is this even a thing? why do people actually want to do this? and then thankfully you pull over to save my hair and then devon or quinton has to fix it. and then jamie and dyl are just pouting about it and you and ryan start chirping them about it lol. and yes please play your music as loud as you want. i love having the windows down and just blasting music super loud esp when you’re on the highway. and then somehow kirby, dylan c, and braden are just asleep in the back? even tho the music is so loud lmao. definitely have to play like a g6 for the boys lol. awwww yes a late night drive would be so fun. idk why i just love driving in the dark

omg all of us in the grocery store together is literally the worst idea ever. like it would be so chaotic, all of us would be running around the store looking for whatever food we wanted. and we would not get like any healthy food, it would all be junk food, which would be horrible for all of us athletes lmao. and then in the end the cart would be overflowing and half the boys would come running up to us with more food they wanted and then the cash register would just be like wtf why do you need sm food. but we would end up eating it all by the end of our trip bc we all eat so much

omg sour patch kids, resees and peanut butter m&ms are like my three favorite candies so we would have to stock up for the drive. i just looked up all dressed ruffles and now i literally want to try them so bad. but we would have to have so many bags bc we all eat so much lol. and then yes i love dark chocolate, so bring any kind of dark chocolate. and then we have to be at least a little bit healthy and bring like carrots and peanut butter or something. and then making pit stops to get nainaimo bars and poutine bc i want to try both those things lol

hehe yes you and ryan would be chirping me the entire time, but it’s all good i still love you guys. somehow kesh and kirby are escaping your guys’ chirping. haha wow lexi ok i see you. quinner would be very jealous rn. but yes i would be feeling dyl’s muscles while we were on the jet ski. and then i have to straddle jamie 😏 it’s just to put aloe vera on. obviously. hehe yes all of their lake pics are so good. it’s ok that you couldn’t find one for quinner, i can’t find one for jamie either. haha yes they all are convinced they don’t need sunscreen and we’re just like sure.... 

yes, boats are so fun! haha maybe i’d share a tube with dyl, or maybe i’d go with jamie and make dyl jealous lol. either way someone would definitely try to flip us out of the tube lol. hehe while we’re tanning the guys will just be looking at us 😏 but then we would also all be sitting on the railing drinking and then you and quinner both finish your drinks so he goes to get you guys new ones and then ryan pushes you in lmao. but then you would pull him in with you to get payback lol. and i would just being chilling on the railing with my white claw dying of laughter

omg drunk quinner and lexi would be so cute together😍 like obviously you guys are always cute, but when he’s being all clingy and following you around that’s adorable. and he would do whatever you want bc he’s drunk lol. hehe dylan and jamie getting jealous whenever i dance with the other one. sorry guys, got to spread the love equally lol. and then kirby and kesh just being couple goals

haha yes so when we’re in the escape room ryan actually decides to help instead of causing chaos for once. so then you just go and chill with dylan and start becoming closer friends with him bc you guys hadn’t talked that much before we got to the escape room. and then you notice him getting jealous of me and jamie so then you chirp him about it lmao. and then i’m just helping jamie in the corner 🥺 and don’t even realize what’s going on lol

lexi i’m so jealous, my mom could never. we love a body positive queen. but we would all look hot in our swimsuits #hotgirlsummer. hehe we could go shopping together to get our suits when we’re getting other clothes too. and then we have to get cute vacay clothes so i’m not wearing athletic clothes like i do literally every day lmao. and then we would all get lbd and other cute clubbing clothes and the guys would just be in awe. like they would all be admiring us and maybe getting a little to handsy lol and then we’re like stop it we haven’t even left yet. but then once we get back we just steal some of their clothes bc they’re comfy and then keep wearing them for the rest of vacay lol.

ooooh ok i actually want to answer the cake question. my mom makes really good chocolate cake with cherry frosting that’s amazing, or i also like chocolate cake with like orange frosting. in case you couldn’t tell i really like the chocolate-cherry combo lol. what about you guys?

ily too 💖

[lovemesomesurveys]

Did 2015 just fly by to you? I probably did feel that way. I usually do when looking back on each year. The only things I really remember about 2015 is graduating UC and hanging out with Ty.

Do you like platform shoes? No. I couldn’t wear them anyway.

How much black is in your wardrobe? Most of my wardrobe is black. 

Are you supposed to be doing something else? Nah, this is what I like doing at this time of night as part of my nighttime routine.

If you were with your favorite person right now, what would you be doing? I’d like finish watching this show my mom and I have been watching and check out the first two episodes of the new season of another show. 

Did you have a good holiday season? I did.

Anything special planned for today? Nope.

Who do you really trust in your life? My family.

What do you think about Justin Bieber? I like some of his music.

Do you wish you could change the past? Not entirely, but there’s a lot I wish I could change.

What is your hot drink of choice? Coffeeee.

Do you own a gun? No.

Have you ever cracked your cell phone screen? Not my current phone, but in the past I have. I haven’t had that happen in years, though.

Have your pants ever fallen down in public? No.

If you had to delete one year of your life, which year would it be? I wouldn’t want to delete an entire year. I’d like to change things that happened in various years, though.

What is your favorite article of clothing you own? All of them, which is why I have them.

How late do you usually stay up? Until like 7 or 8AM. :X

What is your favorite Christmas song? I love all the classics.

What all have you had to eat today? It’s only 4AM and so far I’ve just had ramen. 

If your entire life was a movie, what would it be called? I don’t know.

Blue or green? I like various shades of both.

What's your current least favorite song? *shrug* I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Do you know how to play chess? Nope.

What is something the world needs less and more of in your opinion? We need more unity and less stupidity and hatred.

Do you know someone who is just so breathtakingly attractive? Alexander Skarsgard.

How hard is it for you to open up to others? I have a really hard time with that. Even with people I am close to.

What is something that has really impacted your life? My physical disability for sure as well as health issues.

Quick! Chinese or Mexican? Hm. It honestly depends what food I’m in the mood for. I do have Mexican more often. I enjoyed both a lot more when I could eat spicy stuff, but I can’t anymore. :(

How many significant others have you had in your WHOLE life? I’ve only had one, technically. We had the relationship title, anyway. It didn’t feel like one, though. What I had with Joseph felt closer to one in a lot of ways, but we never officially dated. 

I have to ask: What does the last text you received say? My dad asked me to do something.

How about the last text you sent? I asked my mom if she could grab me something while she was at the store.

Have you shared any kisses today? No.

Did the last person you kissed have soft lips, or were they kind of crusty? They were soft.

Do you think your life will be any different a year from now? For the past few years nothing seems to change each passing year, but that’s largely my own doing. Not in a good way, anyway. There have been bad changes.

What is in your wallet? Credit cards.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Nope.

When was the last time you went to the doctor? This past Tuesday. 

Are you going out of town anytime soon? Nope.

Do you hate your ex? No.

When are you going to get a haircut? I have no idea.

Can you fit your hand around your wrist? Yes. 

Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? Yes.

When was the last time you applied chapstick? I don’t remember.

Are you a coffee person or a tea person? Coffee all the way.

Do you have a weird laugh? *shrug*

Do you have videos on YouTube? I do, but they’re all private and will never see the light of day again.

When’s the last time you had a phone conversation for more than ten minutes? I don’t remember. I rarely talk on the phone and when I do they’re very brief conversations.

Do you laugh at inappropriate times? No.

What’s your fast food restaurant of choice? The ones I go to are Chick-fil-A, Carl’s Jr, Jack in the Box, and McDonald’s. I haven’t been eating fast food much lately, though.

All the people you’ve kissed, what did their names start with? D, G, and J.

Are you in any kind of pain right now? Yes.

Are you the jealous type? I can be, but I haven’t felt that way in years.

What did you and your ex fight about most? Our issue was definitely lack of/poor communication. 

Do you have a foot phobia? I’m not afraid of feet, but I hate them lol. No one should even think about trying to put their feet on me or near me. I hate mine, too.

Well, are you a germaphobe? I don’t share drinks or eat off someone’s food or utensil or anything like that or want them to do that to mine. I’ll gladly cut off a piece and share or pour some out for ya. 

Don’t you love long hugs? From certain people.

And long kisses? Yes.

Have you ever purchased condoms? No.

Do you have a dirty mind? Sometimes.

What’s your favorite soda? I don’t drink soda anymore, but Coke and Dr. Pepper were my favorites.

Do you check the mail everyday, or somebody else? I personally don’t, but someone in my family does.

Did you think braces were cool when you were little? No.

Do you ever go without makeup or doing your hair? I haven’t worn makeup in almost 4 years and I just throw my hair up in a messy bun all the time. I also admittedly don’t brush it everyday.

Put your iTunes on shuffle RIGHT NOW and tell me the first song it plays. I don’t use iTunes and I don’t feel like opening Spotify right now.

What was the last song you added to your iTunes library? I forget the last song I added to my Spotify.

Are you embarrassed by any of the songs in your iTunes? I’m not embarrassed by any of the songs on my Spotify.

When was the last time you were sick? Back in October.

Did you get anybody else sick? No, it wasn’t contagious.

What brand is your camera? I just use my phone, which is an iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Do you like raisins? Yeah. Chocolate covered raisins, especially. ha. Who was your Valentine this year? I won’t have one.

When did you first kiss the last person you kissed? March 2011.

And when did you last kiss the last person you kissed? Sometime in 2013.

Did you borrow that shirt from somebody? Nope, it’s mine.

What was the last thing you put in your mouth? My medicine.

Do you like to swim? No.

How many vacations have you been on in the past year? My last vacay was last February a month before COVID hit and everything shut down. It’s crazy how fast everything changed and everything that has happened since then. We had no idea what was coming. I’m glad we happened to take a nice vacation when we did cause who knows when the next one will be. 

Have you ever gone on vacation with your boyfriend/girlfriend? I’m single, but no I never have in the past.

Are you supposed to be doing homework, young man/lady? Nopeee, I’m done with school.

Do you have to wake up early tomorrow? Nope.

Do you have any prescriptions currently? Yes.

Are you upset about anything? Bleh.

Where was the last place you went that you hadn't been to before? The OC.

Who was the last member of the opposite sex to make you smile? My brother.

Who was the last attractive person you saw? I see Alexander Skarsgard on my dash all the time. 

Do you have a friend whose name begins with "C"?

Is there anything happening in the next week that you're looking forward to? New episodes of some shows I’m watching to come out.

How many people have you kissed whose name starts with "R"? Zero.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? It’s been a few years. 

When was the last time you were invited to go somewhere and you declined? The other day my mom asked me if I wanted to tag along for the ride with her while she ran some errands, but I declined.

The last time you saw your best friend, what were they wearing? She was wearing a black shirt with Maleficent on it that I got her for Christmas.

How did you meet the person you're currently interested in? I’m not interested in anyone romantically right now.

What was the last gift you received and who gave it to you? Various Christmas presents from my family.

When was the last time you drank alcohol and what was the occasion? My birthday back in 2013.

You've got an unread message on Facebook; who do you want it to be from? There isn’t anyone in particular. 

What if the person you miss walked into the room right now? The people I miss have passed away, so...

Are you still with the person you fell the hardest for and if not, do you still speak to them? Nope.

What was the last song that made you cry and what does the song talk about? I don’t remember.

If you're in a relationship, how long have you been together? I’m single.

If you're single, are you looking for a relationship? No.

Look around the room; what's the closest blue object? My back pillow.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No.

How old were your parents when they met? They were in their early and mid 20s.

Who was the last person you added to your phone's contacts? I don’t recall.

What's a song that reminds you of someone you miss? Everlong (the acoustic version) by Foo Fighters.

What's the most expensive item you've bought recently? It was an accumulation of things when I was doing my Christmas shopping.

Who're the last three people you hugged? My mom, dad, and doggo. 

What's the third song on your iTunes "most played" list?

What exactly is on your mind at this moment? I’m tired.

What is it that makes you awesome? Nothing.

What is today’s date? January 16, 2021.

What time is it? 4:55AM.

At this moment in time, is there anything worrying you, that no one else knows about? Yes.

Have you ever cried in front of the last person you texted? Countless times.

What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I’m watching an ASMR video.

Have you ever voluntarily read the Bible? Yes. I read and study the Bible. I participate in Bible studies. Have you ever thought that your life was so bad you wanted to give up? I’ve felt that way a lot.

How old are you? 31.

When do you start school? I’m done with school.

Do thunder and storms scare you? I love ‘em. We have had a thunderstorm here in so long it feels like.

How often would you say you take naps? Not that often since I usually sleep in until like 5PM. And not to say I couldn’t still take a nap cause I could (I’m always tired), but I wouldn’t want to so late in the day.

How many times in your life have you held a baby? Many times. I have a younger brother and I also have held several of my cousins when they were babies.

Do you like country music? Yeah.

What were you doing at 7:45 this morning? It’s only 5AM, but I’ll most likely be asleep or attempting to.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? I haven’t done so yet today, but I’m always like “ew.” I avoid looking in the mirror as much as possible.

Do you look decent when you wake up? No. Or ever.

Do you like to cuddle? I don’t have much cuddling experience to be honest, but sure.

Were you single on your last birthday? Yes.

Do you have any candles in your room? I do. I never light candles, so I’m not really sure why I have one any, but *shrug*

How long does it take you in the shower? Like 30-45 minutes.

Relationship between you and the last person you texted? She’s my mom.

When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty? I feel guilty about a few things.

Are you currently looking forward to anything? Just new episodes of some of the shows I watch like I mentioned before and new shows in general. There’s a lot coming out this year.

What are two foods you think only taste good with whipped cream? Uhh. I can’t think of any that I think only taste good with whipped cream. 

If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef? When it’s in the form of meatballs (mixed with sausage, garlic, onion, and herbs).

What foods go good with radishes? Don’t they commonly go in salads?

Are you insecure about your height? What made you think this way? No. I do wish I was taller, though.

Did your last significant other have a huge temper? No.

Do you usually close the door with your feet or with your hands? My hands.

Are you a fussy eater? I am a picky eater and due to appetite and other issues I’m very particular about what I eat and how it’s prepared and all that. I honestly only eat the same few foods.

Do you enjoy visiting your grandparents? Yes.

Is your hair hard to manage? For me it is. I don’t have the energy or motivation for it.

Have you ever shopped online? I do a lot of online shopping, especially the past few years. Even more so this past year alone due to COVID.

Do you prefer gold or silver? I like both.

What about diamonds or pearls? Both.

Have you ever had surgery? I’ve had several.

Have you ever eaten at Chik-fil-a? Yeah, many times.

Do you spray tan? Nope.

How many hours of sleep would you say you got last night? About 5ish. 

How many aunts and uncles do you have? 3 aunts, 8 uncles. 

Would you say your life is hard? It is for me.

Are your fingernails, and toenails painted, if so, what color? Nope, neither of them are.

Would you ever think about doing porn? No.

What did your last text message you received on your cell say? My dad asked me to do something.

What is something you need to go shopping for? Nothing at the moment.

[killervibe]

Distracted 😉🤦🏼‍♀️

Here’s 3k of Killervibe, West-Allen and fluff 

“Hey, what was it that you saw?” Iris asked him as soon as Cisco got to the Cortex.

He shifted his weight, adjusting his daughter so she could continue snoozing with her cheek pressed against his shoulder as he followed Iris to the monitors.

“It was chaos, like, cars piling up and then this giant thing,” Cisco rambled, trying to remember the bits and pieces. “It was green.”

“No location? Nobody you know?”

“No!” Cisco exclaimed. “Nada. I just know it happens tonight.”

Iris flips on a switch for the coms in Barry’s suit. “Bear, you got that?”

“Yeah. I’m going up the North side, Wally the South.”

“Ugh.”

Ralph swung in his seat lazily, removing his eye mask. “I guess we just wait then.”

Cisco walked out to grab his gear just in case they needed to be on the go. He had to sling his jacket over his shoulder, then bent down to get his shoes very carefully as to not jolt the sleeping beauty. He hooked his fingers into the curve of his sneakers then straightened himself back up, and went back to where the rest were.

“And then she told me she felt like I wasn’t reaching my best potential, you know? So I had to try—“

Cisco dumped his stuff on the table, then glanced at the screens again. “Really. Nothing?”

Iris and Ralph shook their heads.

“Cisco,” Iris said, gesturing a bit wildly, like she was desperate for his help. “You’d say Ralph is an excellent detective, right?” Iris sent him a rather pleading look.

Cisco turned to Ralph who was looking kinda glum. “Oh. Sure, I always liked you better than Sherloque. You knew that.”

Ralph made a deep sigh. “My In-Laws don’t agree.”

“Oh,” Cisco said again, rolling his eyes. “In-Laws. Lord. I know.”

“I don’t have any,” Iris said.

There was an awkward silence.

Cisco and Ralph shared a look.

Iris cleared her throat, and returned to watch Barry and Wally run around.

“Listen, you just gotta tell them what they wanna hear, ‘Yes, Dr. T I’ll consider investing in that company, and maybe next year I’ll get my eyes laser corrected, thanks’, and it gets you off their backs until the next time.”

“Actually that sounds pretty decent,” Ralph thanked, then got up to jot that down. He stretched his hand across the room for his pen and Ralph’s Book on Marriage.

“Where’s Caitlin?” Iris asked eventually after more tense silence. It was never fun waiting for danger, especially when they had no idea what they were in for. Team Flash loved their jobs, they did, and none of them saw permanently retiring anytime soon, but now that they were all settled down, with wives and husbands and children, they had to become exceedingly more careful.

“Pharmacy,” Cisco said, knowing his voice was one inflection away from dreamy. He had a particularly bad case of love drunk he hadn’t seem to have shaken since they found out Caitlin was pregnant again. “She needed to refill her prenatal vitamin prescription. She should be back soon.”

Iris looked up, catching his eye, softening at Cisco’s hand tracing soothing patterns along Amalia’s back. “You two are excited, huh?”

Cisco smiled into his daughter’s hair. “Thrilled.”

“You think baby two will be a breacher like Amalia?”

He settled into his chair and rolled his neck over the back of the leather, closing his eyes and let out a drawn out groan.

Cisco loved his daughter and that she had his powers like nothing else in the entire world, but it was exhausting to take care of a metachild who could more or less teleport. The amount of involuntary hide-and-seek and tag Cisco and Caitlin have to play with Amalia hopping into baby breaches around the house is insane. And he doubted it was stopping anytime soon.

Cisco wasn’t sure he could go through that all over again. “Honestly, I don’t even have the energy to think about it. We’ll worry about that when we get there. We need a vacation. We’re already swamped and Caitlin isn’t even in her second trimester.”

“We’d love to take Amalia if you two would like some time off alone,” Iris offered. Cisco tightened his hold on his little girl, feeling stupidly protective.

Amalia, Nora and Don got together like three peas in a pod, all roughly around the same age of three and a half, but Cisco didn’t want to exchange his daughter for a vacation.

“Thanks Iris, but I think we were thinking more like a family getaway.”

“Oooh,” Ralph goes. “Niagara Falls is a good one. They’ve got this crazy log cabin in Canada called Great Wolf Lodge with a giant arcade room and jumbotron animatic animals who talk and sing to children.”

Ralph pauses to look up from Ralph’s Book of Marriage when he was met with silence. He huffed. “I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds.”  

Cisco tapped against his black leather Vibe pants, thinking.

Iris pulled up an article one of her junior staffers wrote for the homestyle section of the Central City Citizen. “What about Disney World?”

Cisco perked up. “Disney?”

“—GUYS? Are you still there?”

Iris minimized the tab, rolling across the desk back to the monitors. “Just a minute, honey.”

She rolled back, clicking on the article.

“You don’t have to go to California or Florida. There’s also one in France. That seems pretty cool.”

Some cackling came on over the coms.

“Are you guys talking about Disney World?”

Ralph saved iris the trip and flicked on the speaker.

“Yeah. We’re talking vacays. Don’t you think Cisco and Caitlin should go?”

Some wind cut the mic, but then it went still, the woosh of Barry speeding around disappearing. He must’ve stopped.

“I don’t know,” Barry’s voice cut in, giving his two cents. “I think Amalia is too young and it’s kinda pathetic when you can’t go on the rides because of pregnancy. I’d wait a couple more years. Ugh, and the lines.“

Ralph nodded. “Good point.”

“We should all go when our kids are older!” Barry suggested, sounding excited. “Four years from now maybe, when this new baby is no longer too young. 2028?”

They all hummed in agreement, as if they could truly make such a ridiculous plan so far off in the future.

“Whoops. Sorry, gotta check something,” Barry’s line disconnected, but they were all too distracted to pay much attention.

Amalia started to stir.

Cisco checked on her as she grumbled, flexing her curled fingers into Cisco’s skin.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, sitting her upright on his lap. “Good sleep?”

Amalia frowned adorably, taking in her surroundings. She reached up for Cisco’s hair, taking a fistful and yanked.

“Hey now,” he said, jerking his head away and shooting Ralph a half-hearted glare for laughing at him. Cisco grimaced when she smacked her hand over his face.

“She’s being very grabby recently,” he tried to explain, but in all honestly it wasn’t necessary.

He diverted his attention back to her, gently prying her hands off his face.

“Hey mini me. You good?”

She nodded, sucking her thumb. Caitlin tended to give herself an aneurysm trying to stop Amalia’s bad habit, but Cisco didn’t really bother.

“Hey Miss Lia,” Iris cooed, coming over to say hello. She stroked her soft hand. “Is Auntie Iris getting a hi?”

Amalia turned her head, burying her face back into Cisco’s neck.

“Ouch,” said Ralph.

“She’s a grumpy sleepy.” Cisco shrugged. “Don’t take it personally.”

Iris crossed her hands over her chest, pursing her lips. “Mmhmm. I think it just means she needs more toys to remember who’s her favourite aunt.”

“Sue’s her favourite,” Ralph said with pride.

Iris glowered.

Cisco bit his tongue, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

He stood up again and walked around the Cortex, bouncing Amalia a little to wake her up. Amalia’s hair was all mussed, her bangs falling over her eyes, so he gently swept them away, zoning out from the conversation as he focused on being in Daddy mode until—

“I think Sue and I are going to adopt a pig.”

“A pig?”

Amalia immediately burst into giggles, making oinking sounds.

Cisco stared up at the ceiling.

“—Why?” Iris shrilled.

“Okay, first of all, Mrs. West-Allen, I do not appreciate that tone. It’s a thing. Pigs make great additions to a family. Pigs are the new babies.”

“Oink oink oink!”

“And,” Ralph continued stubbornly, “They are very intelligent. You should consider it, Cisco.”

Cisco looked at Amalia, who was very well versed in farm animal noises, which last month he was very proud of but today may get on his very last nerve.

“I’m fine with my baby, thank you.”

Amalia only intensified her pig snorts.

“Is this your idea, or Sue’s idea…?” Iris asked, leaning against the desk with a very amused if not slightly mystified expression on her face.

“Oh it’s my idea but I’m sure Sue would be game. She’s a free spirited woman. I’m sure she’d love a hog.”

“A hog?” Iris repeated faintly.

“A piggie!” Amalia shrieked, beside herself with excitement.

“Yes Amalia!!!” Ralph banged his fist on the table, pumped at his little cheerleader. Amalia only screamed louder, the two egging each other on. Ralph pointed at Cisco. “This kid is going places!”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

Cisco and Iris shared a long glance.

“…Uh huh.”

Cisco grimaced at a particularly loud Oink! and held his squirming child out an arm away, trying to set her down. “Okay, Amalia, sweetheart, you’re shrieking in Daddy’s ear.”

She struggled, very opposed to being put down, and climbed up his Vibe pants desperately, digging her nails in trying to latch on, whining when her little socks touched the floor.

Cisco sighed, scooping her back up, feeling a lot like a mother kangaroo. He needed a pouch or something.

“I want a piggie!! I want a piggie like Uncle Ralph!!!”

“You do, huh?”

“I want a piggie!!!!”

Cisco rubbed at his temples with his free hand. “Ralph doesn’t have a pig,” he reasoned.

“—Not yet.”

“I wanna piggie!”

Cisco yanked off Amalia’s right sock, and flung it on the ground in the direction of her little playmat with her abandoned Duplos, tickling her baby toes. “You already have piggies!”

She squealed, wiggling as he played with her, hoping it would divert Amalia’s attention away from demanding a pet that would give her mother a heart attack. Iris stifled her laughter behind her hand watching them two.

Amalia finally wanted to get down, so Cisco let her go and she went running for Ralph.

Ralph met her halfway to him, stretching his arms out to snatch her and pull her onto his lap to chant about pigs as Cisco and Iris slowly backed away—Cisco needing an aspirin—Iris, coffee.

“Hey,” Iris said, “Remind me that I need to leave in fifteen minutes to pick up the twins from my dad’s. Do you think you could breach me there?

“No problem. Think the emergency won’t pop up by then?”

“Probably not,” Iris admitted. “Hmm. Maybe I should call my dad and ask if he could keep Nora and Don overnight.”

They bumped into Caitlin, who had a plastic pharmacy bag twisting from her grip in one hand, and her phone in the other. She was staring down at the device with growing distress, quickening her pace, unaware that they were down the hall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Cisco said, breaking into a jog to meet up with her. She stopped abruptly when Cisco cupped her face.

Expecting one of her soft glowing smiles, he was very surprised to see her frown deepen, shoving her phone in his face.

“Have you seen the news!?”

“…The news?”

“Barry was kidnapped! Chaos! Pandemonium! All tech was shut down, it was like a Kilg%re 2.0. It caused a pile-up downtown, I was stuck in traffic for a good half hour. Why haven’t you done anything!?”

Iris swore under her breath, grabbing Caitlin’s phone, and sprinted back to the Cortex.

“Are you okay?” Cisco asked automatically. Of course, if the city was in danger he was going to help, but his wife and her safety will always be his number one priority.

Caitlin nodded, leaning into his touch, and he removed his hand from her cheek, to run down her shoulder and arm, then placed them over her stretchy cotton shirt. She was just starting to show.

“You look so beautiful.”

Caitlin put her hand over his on her stomach, her worry disappearing from face as she sighed. “Yeah? I’m finally feeling better. I think the morning sickness is gone for good.”

He leaned forward, lifting her chin to give her a featherlight kiss. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. The plastic bag with her pills shaking behind him. He pressed their foreheads together. 

“Good trip?” he asked.

“Yes. Where’s the little one?”

Cisco chuckled. “In the Cortex with Ralph. Putting on an excellent rendition of Peppa the Pig. That’s banned now, by the way,” he joked lightly.

Caitlin pulled backwards. “What now?”

He grabbed his wife’s hand and tugged her along, telling her she’ll see soon enough.

Amalia noticed as soon as her mommy was there, ditching Ralph to run into her arms. “Mommy listen! Oink!”

“Wow,” Caitlin praised, her voice sweet like syrup. “Did you and Daddy go to a farm?”

“No!” she giggled. She lifted her arms up and Caitlin sighed, putting down her purse and plastic bag to take her daughter.

Cisco went to join Iris, who was desperately trying to reactivate the suit signals. Cisco scooted her out of the chair, flexing his fingers to take over.

“Should we be opening a breach and just go on? Doesn’t Barry need us?” Ralph asked.

“Mama, I want a piggie!”

Cisco was trying to outhack the virus, but paused enough to lift his eyebrows, filling his wife in. “Ralph wants to adopt a pig and apparently now so does our daughter.”

Caitlin laughed, and pulled off her left sock. “You already have piggies!” She tickled her toes as Amalia shrilled.

“Been there. Done that,” Cisco commented dryly. “Hey, what are your opinions on theme park vacations? Barry says Disney World is fun but are you up for that?”

“Mama, can I have a piggie?”

“Um,” Caitlin shot Cisco a helpless look. Cisco made a noise of equal exasperation as he hooked back half of Central City online.

“I can’t give you a piggie, love, but what about a baby brother or sister? And Cisco—I don’t know, theme parks are a drag when pregnant. My feet will hurt from all the walking.”

“Where is Barry!?”

Amalia considered Caitlin’s proposition, but alas, no.

“Piggie!! Piggie!! Piggie!!”

“Yeah that’s what Ralph said. What about a beach? Also they have Disney cruises!” Cisco hummed as his fingers flied over his keyboard, then smacked the counter. “Done. We’re online.”

“Oh! That sounds nice!”

Iris stood in the middle of the cortex, about to pull out her hair. “Is anyone going to help me find my husband!?!!”

Yellow lightning lit up the room as Wally wooshed in with a disorientated Flash.

“Barry!” Iris exclaimed, running to him as he stumbled.

Wally panted, putting his hands on his knees. “Thanks a lot guys.”

“Oh,” Ralph said dumbly. “We forgot about you.”

“You don’t think I noticed that,” Wally snarked back. 

He flicked on the TV. Every single channel Wally flipped to as he channel-serfed was showcasing breaking news of Kid Flash basking in glory and saving the day.

“How did you not notice our coms went down?” Barry asked, wincing when Iris gave him a bone crushing hug.

Caitlin put down Amalia to check up on him.

“…Uh.” Ralph said.

Amalia started to spin around in circles, barefoot, oinking.

“The satellites, you didn’t use them?”

Cisco cringed and replied truthfully.

“Couldn’t look at satellites if we weren’t looking at all.”

“What,” Wally’s voice went dangerously flat.

Amalia knocked into Wally’s shin. She grinned up at him when he shot his hand down to keep her steady.

“Uncle Wally will you get a piggie with me and Uncle Ralph?”

Wally eyeballed the little girl, at a loss for words.

Ralph stood up, flexing his fingers. “Well as long as nobody’s too hurt…I guess I’ll go home now.”

“Ow!” Barry yelped from the Med Bay where Caitlin was treating him.

“—Would you just—Hold still—“

“Um,” Ralph said.

“What happened here?” Wally griped.

Iris bit her nails, harried, peering into the Med Bay through the glass window.

“Daddy look!”

“Amalia, stop running around you’re going to trip,” Cisco warned her.

“Piggie!!! Piiiiiiiiiiiig!”

Cisco sent Ralph a death glare. “You did this.”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

“You made her,” he shot back.

“Piiiiiiiiiiiiiig—Owie.”

“Was that Amalia?” Caitlin called with concern.

Cisco clamoured over. He knew this was going to happen. And now she was crying, but even a bumped chin couldn’t prevent her from whimpering “piggie” between her hiccups.

“She’s fine!”

He sat on the ground and pulled her close, shushing away her tears, and wiping the wetness away from her eyes, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Eventually Wally stopped crossing his arms, and let go of trying to size them all up, dropping his arms to his sides in bafflement. “Well?!?!”

Iris, Cisco and Ralph looked at each other nervously, scratching their heads as their eyes slid to Amalia, still screaming for a pig.

“We, uh,” Iris said, tersely. “We got…”

“Distracted,” Cisco filled in.

[jennifersylvesters]

58 + 75 with Tom Holland xx

oof. i see you, anonny. 👀👀 but in the words of michael scott:

aka i’m writing two different types of versions of how i would combine this because i’m what you call a “dumbass”. also because i’m feeling a bit lazier, it’s mostly going to be bullet points

58. accidental eavesdropping / 75. bed sharing 

version one!!!

so there’s this big business convention that you flew into town for and it’s the first time your job has ever entrusted you with this responsibility.

it’s not a lot of work tbh. it’s more like schmoozing around with clients / discussing trade relations / working out corporate relationships with other companies to help expand and such

but seeing as you’ve never done this before, you’re a bit nervous. it’s totally exciting too because other co-workers were so jealous that you got picked for the opportunity

so you get to the hotel the day before the convention - your job has paid for the hotel and comping your meals, which is awesome. it’s a bit on the smaller side for hotels, but it’s still got a ritzy feel to it.

you’re checking in and they hand you the room keys. when you get to the room, you’re smiling brightly because the room is so cute!! you’re tossing your bag onto the bed, trying to figure out how to prepare for tomorrow

when you turn around, you shriek seeing a shirtless guy with a towel around his lower half coming out of the bathroom. he yelps in surprise and falls back because he also wasn’t expecting you either.

“get out of my room!!” “this is my room!! you get out!!”

so when he finally puts on some pants and a shirt, the two of you go down to the concierge.

they drop the news that unfortunately they’ve accidentally booked both of you for the same room. ohwhatthehell

you ask if there’s any other rooms available but they’re all booked up that week because of the convention and a couple other big events happening 

the stranger’s got them calling around checking the other hotels in the area but they’re all booked up too. 

anyways they’re comping you with room service if you choose to stay

“well, i need this room because i have important business” “so do i!”

so you’re forced to share a room and bedroom with a stranger

neither of you want to talk to one another after that, but you have to discuss sleeping arrangements

and of course neither of you want to take the floor so you have to share the bed - both of you scooting on opposite ends obviously uncomfortable sharing a bed with a stranger

and that’s when you guys hear it - there’s loud moaning coming from the room next door. both of you can hear the bed squeaking, and how someone’s moaning out a name. god, you wish you didn’t have to experience this uncomfortable moment with a complete stranger

both of you are struggling to fall asleep, refusing to look at one another. it’s a wonder how you ever fall asleep with these conditions

only good part is that when you wake up, the stranger’s already gone. the last thing you wanted to worry about was figuring out bathroom arrangements with some random guy you don’t know in the slightest. so you get ready to head out

you get to the convention and things seem to progress fairly smoothly. executives are ushering you around, introducing you to clients and some important faces that you need to be aware of. during one of the introductions, they tell you how they want to have you meet the representative for one of the companies your business deals with frequently

so they’re bringing you to the representative and they’re like “this is thomas.” the guy turns around and you realize it’s your stranger

tom accidentally drops his drink, the contents splattering all over the ground. “easy, thomas! what’s going on?” he stares at you before gulping “um, it’s nothing. clumsy this morning, i guess.”

the two of you pretend that you’ve never met. and because your companies are thinking about potentially merging, you and tom have to spend a lot of time together during this convention. for the most part you guys are just civil with one another, neither trying to give away that you’re sleeping with that person tonight. and it’s not even in a sexual way either. 

when you both get back to the hotel, you tease him. “so smooth of you today, mr. holland” he’s rolling his eyes at your dumb jokes. 

you guys end up making small talk, discussing how the two of you got into your jobs. for some reason it’s nice talking with him. 

but evening comes and it’s back to being awkward because your neighbors are getting down ‘n dirty in the next room. god, you wish they would be considerate to the neighbors and not themselves

the conference the next day goes well. even though you don’t walk to the center together, you’re getting along a lot better. during some meetings, the two of you pass notes to one another about silly things

at night time, you refuse to deal with the uncomfortable sounds that you’re forced to eavesdrop on. so you suggest that the two of you order room service and turn on the television to block out the sound. it turns out to be a good idea, and the both of you make fun of some cheesy movie while digging into desserts

there’s something about not wanting to listen to people having sex that brings other people together

the next morning you wake up sleeping on tom’s arm, his head resting on yours. honestly, you’re not mad about it. but at the same time, you don’t know how he feels about that so you shuffle so that when he wakes up the two of you have enough space between

the two of you have gotten to know each other a lot better in such a short amount of time. the last night the two of you are just laughing and cracking jokes - and even though the hotel royally screwed up, you’re enjoying your time with tom. because, well, you like tom. he’s cute, dorky, makes the dumbest jokes, and is just so sweet. 

you’re enjoying it so much that you hear a couple bangs on your wall when the both of you keep laughing too hard. you both giggle about how you’re keeping them up now, and it’s not even because of anything raunchy. this time you actually fall asleep to peace and quiet; somehow the two of you end up sleeping closer together

the next day both of you share a cab back to the airport together since you both have flights out 

and seeing as tom’s flight doesn’t leave till later, he decides to hang out in your area of the airport till your plane takes off

the two of you are talking to one another till they announce boarding

”I guess this is it” you announce, tossing your bag over your shoulder as you stand up. 

Tom nods standing up as well.”Guess it is.”

The two of you politely smile, words threatening to spill from the tip of your tongue. 

“Well, I have your number” 

He nods again, smiling at your comment. “Thats true.”

You hear them announce that they’re boarding business class and you breath in deeply. It was time for you to leave. “That’s um, that’s me” you thumb over to the line, which begins building. “Text me a picture of Tessa?”

“Will do. Send me that recipe for the supposed ‘best brownies in the world’?”

You laugh. “Definitely.”

You board your flight, giving him one last wave as you begin boarding. You can’t help but think it’s a shame that you won’t really see Tom again. He’ll be long gone in London while you’ll be back home. 

Meanwhile Tom strolls down to his terminal gate smiling to himself. He didn’t tell you about how that morning his boss emailed him about relocating. Tom conveniently forgot to mention how he’s been assigned to help with the merger for your company and his. 

So it turns out this isn’t the last you’ll see of Tom Holland. 

version two!!!(mother. fucking. fake. dating. trope.)

so you and tom are mutual friends of friends

basically you happen to run in the same friend group and you’ve got one another added on facebook (but honestly - who doesn’t??) the two of you do not have one another’s phone numbers / actually hang out actively. sometimes you’ll buy drinks for one another at the bar, but that’s not really a big deal

but he’s a nice enough guy that you know about. your friend always keeps you filled in about drama and sometimes he gets involved in it. nothing problematic - just usually getting caught in the crossfire’

anyways you run into him on the street and just briefly star making small talk 

this group of guys yell out tom’s name and both of you turn. they come over and start talking to him. they dress like posh frat boys who do the whole “my opinion is always right. and if you say i’m wrong, my dad will sue you” vibe. which you find a little strange that tom just happens to know these guys since most of the friends that you know of are pretty relax and down to earth

“tommy, this your girlfriend/boyfriend?” one of them points out. you don’t like the way he said that, waiting for tom to tell him no. “haha, uh, yeah”

you’re like !!!! because what even? but you choose to keep mum

they invite him to their upcoming gathering and are like “ya, you can come along too” gee - how generous

once they leave, tom apologizes like crazy. it’s a little annoying, but you can tell he just didn’t want to look uncool in front of that group. you don’t like it, but you get it. so you let it slide. and you’re like “you know i’m not coming to that thing, right?” he’s like “…okay” like some kicked puppy

but later when you’re shopping around, you spot those guys from before. they’re talking about tom, how he was such a pushover and how he’s still a pushover. “can’t believe “tiny tommy got a girlfriend/boyfriend.” “can’t imagine him growing a pair of balls in the first place” they’re laughing like crazy, and it really bugs you. and you know it’s a bad idea, but you decide to message him and say that you’ll go along with the plan of being his significant other

and honestly it’s a free vacay out to this dude’s lake house area so what have you got to lose?

it turns out the place is really beautiful and serene

except all of the guys tom used to hang out with are so fucking annoying

tom’s going along with their dumb ideas that are trash like getting pushed into the lake or eating some random piece of bark from the tree. and you’re rolling your eyes at the sheer stupidity of it all, but tom just goes along with it like it’s normal

you end up talking to one of the girlfriends’ of one of the guys in the group. and it turns out that she used to know tom back in the day. she admits that it’s always been this way and that they take advantage of him. she says that she feel bad for tom, but it’s always been like that

anyways, you find yourself making up excuses for tom to hang out with him but more importantly so that he’s not interacting with those idiots. and in turn, you’re actually having a pretty good time with tom. turns out he’s a good listener and cracks some pretty funny jokes. 

though you get irritated when night comes because then you’re forced to share a bed with him because they think you’re dating. tom offers to take the floor but you don’t wanna do him dirty like that. so the two of you share the bed, trying your best not to let it get awkward

the more time you spend with tom, the more you like him cause he’s so great but it’s so frustrating watching him slump around when he hangs out with that group. he’s obviously not being appreciated, just being taken advantage for their own amusement

so you decide to tell him that night. except he doesn’t wanna hear any of it. but you’re persistent that he needs to stick up for himself resulting in the two of you fighting

“You just have to take charge of your life, Tom. It’s as simple as that” you argue.

“You make it sound so easy, Y/N!” he whisper-shouts, afraid that someone might hear him. Despite this, you don’t care about the volume of your voice. 

“That’s because it is, Tom. It’s so simple!’

“It really isn’t” he sighs, turning away from you.

the next day the both of you apologize. he says he’s sorry for getting so upset while you apologize for letting your temper get the best of you. still, you tell him that you won’t apologize for what you said, pointing out that he’s better than all those guys.

anyways you guys begin hanging out more and more, lowkey sticking up for him whenever any of the guys say anything rude about him. and while it’s still awkward sleeping together, the two of you are softening up to one another. instead of sleeping at the edge of the bed, you guys are moving closer to the center. you don’t mind when his leg accidentally crosses yours and he doesn’t hold it against you when your arm rolls onto his chest. in fact, he actually thinks it’s cute. he tells you and you can’t help but get red in the face at that

last day of the trip and they’re being jerks to tom again and you’ve had enough

“You know what? You guys suck” you declare, glaring at the group of boys. Toms eyes widen as he frantically glances from you to them to back to you. “You guys are garbage. Actual garbage.” One of the boys begins booing you and they all jump in.

You scowl, tossing your napkin to the ground. “Don’t boo me! Boo yourselves! Boo!” you yell as the continue booing you. “The only reason I’m here is because of Tommy. He’s twice the man that you guys are! You guys are just assholes who haven’t balded yet.” It’s not much of an insult, but your frustration’s clouded your quick wit. 

“Tommy, get your girl/boy in check!” one of them snaps. You’re about to snap his neck as Tom gets out of his seat. 

Tom looks at you, and you wonder if he even can say the words he wants to say. Maybe not. You sigh, wishing he’d be confident in himself. “I’m sorry” he apologizes, and you shrug. Obviously he’s going to side with them. You should’ve known. “I should have done this sooner.”

He turns to the group of guys, taking a deep breath. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” All of his former friends are caught off guard. Little, compliant Tom finally stood up for himself. In his last act of defiance, he raises both of his middle fingers at them. 

He doesn’t wait for their response. Tom takes his hand in yours, and you’re in awe of him. The two of you quickly exit. You’re in such awe of him, proud that he can now let that weight lift off his chest. 

“Tom, that was amazing! That was incredible! Fina-” You’re cut off when Tom kisses you. He’s got his eyes closed as yours widen. He’s not a half bad kisser that you relax into the kiss, letting your eyes shut. You only open them when he pulls away. 

“Take charge, right?” he asks, nervously looking at you.

“Yeah. Take charge, Tommy.” He grins, leaning in to kiss you again. 

[anctssia-blog]

hellooo once again everyone ! lenny again, here to bring you a brand new muse because i truly couldn’t resist sophie’s face. i am very excited for dear ana here and everything you need to know about her is right below the cut !! ( i apologize for the length ... ajksl ) if you like what you see, be sure to give this post a LIKE and i’ll come at you for all the plots !!

( sophie turner. twenty three. cisfemale. she/her. ) ❛ anastasia helders-trenet, an aries from london, england, moved into holloway three years ago. they are a fashion student that lives in apartment 4c and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be self-indulgent and temperamental but others say they’re ambitious and passionate. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear lush life by zara larsson, it’s ana blasting it.

↘︎ 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼 !

given name: anastasia helders-trenet

nickname: ana

age: twenty3

birthdate: april 10, 1995

hometown: london, england

occupation: fashion student / model

↘︎ 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 !

born with a silver spoon in her mouth, anastasia was raised in the epitome of a posh, english household

her father is a successful ceo of a company she’s never really paid attention to, and her mother is a successful fashion designer. they’re far from ordinary parents ( i mean they named their children anastasia and maximilien.... cmon ) but ana has always been incredibly grateful for the life they provided her and her younger brother, max

you’re probably expecting some sort of rich kid sob story, huh? the whole boohoo my parents were never home, we were raised by nannies schtick but ana’s childhood was truly the opposite of that. sure, it was tough growing up with parents with such important, successful careers who often travelled for business, but ana and her brother never held that against them because they understood their parents were just incredibly passionate about their careers — plus, how could they complain when those careers paid for their designer clothes, music lessons, and extravagant vacays?

so yeah, anastasia lived an annoyingly spoiled, exciting, and picturesque life in london. her parents spoiled her and her brother with dream-worthy holidays and immersed them in so much culture, ana just drips of knowledge, passion, and curiosity now

they often travelled to france to visit her mother’s family so she speaks fluent french, learned italian after her first trip to italy when she fell in love with the culture, and can speak some broken german. she’s currently diving into spanish during her studies in nyc

she is quite honestly That Bitch.

for a bit more details about the helders-trenet household, you can check out evie’s intro for max!! she did a v good job of elaborating on their familial relationship

obviously she inherited her love for fashion from her mother. ever since she was little, ana has loved dressing up, picking her own outfits, and shopping through her mother’s closet. so it only seemed right that she ended up dreaming of pursuing her own career in the industry

when she turned 18, ana began modelling for her mother’s clothing line and fell in love with every aspect of the industry. for a year, she modelled for numerous campaigns and fashion shows until she eventually set her sights on working on the other side of the show. sure, getting her makeup painted on and hair curled was fun, but she yearned to actually create

when she was 19, she began studying fashion design in london. she may have learnt a lot from her mother, but ana wanted to make her own roots within the industry and not rely on her name for the rest of her life

for spring semester of her first year, ana decided to study abroad and travelled to new york city with a small group of classmates from her uni — and instantly fell in love with the city.

as an avid audrey hepburn enthusiast, ana’s expectation of new york city was quite high in her mind and she’d half been expecting to be let down. but, it was even better than she’d hoped and dreamed. she’d barely made it one step out of jfk before her eyes had lit up with her dream literally making itself a reality. by the end of her semester abroad, ana had made up her mind on moving to the big apple.

↘︎ 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 !

after her trip was over, she returned to london to pack her things and say her tearful goodbyes to her family before returning to nyc as quickly as she could to start her new life walking the streets she’d grown up dreaming of walking through

obviously, she could have just asked her parents to rent her out a beautiful loft apartment in the heart of the city, but ana wanted to make her experience in new york her own so she found holloway on her own and moved in almost immediately after falling in love with everything about it

she enrolled in nyu’s fashion program and is now finally in her final year of schooling. at the end of the spring, she’ll be a graduate and finally be thrusted into the real world. she’s still a little unsure of what her future may hold for her ( mostly about whether she’ll stay in new york or return to london ) but she’s sorta just going with the flow right now

she still models on the side, mostly small shoots for local designers because she loves supporting them, but her mother often books her some bigger shoots here and there

↘︎ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 !

aesthetics: designer heels clicking against the pavement. a perfectly manicured hand waving down a cab. colour-coded notes and flashcards. late nights spent watching breakfast at tiffany’s. 

notable traits: ambitious, self-indulgent, passionate, creative, honest, temperamental, materialistic

best described as

her parents rooted a deep sense of confidence inside of her heart that often gets the best of her but who says you can be too confident? — probably lots of people but ana doesn’t care. her years of being pampered as the precious helders-trenet daughter prepared her for a life of getting what she wants, how she wants. she was taught everything comes at a price and to work hard to achieve her dreams, which is exactly what she will always do.

she definitely inherited her father’s determination, short temper, and ambition, but her mother didn’t fail to pass on her perfectionism, lust for life, and award-winning smile.

at first sight, ana can definitely be mistaken for a spoiled princess, the designer labels on her clothes and perfect make-up often turning heads and just radiating wealth. she’s been accused before of just taking advantage of her parents’ money and riding their coattails, but honestly she’s just making the most of what’s given to her while also striving to make her own name in the world. she doesn’t want to always be known as the helders-trenet daughter and that was part of the reason she dreamt of flitting off to nyc. in the city of anonymity, she was hopeful that she’d be able to surround herself with people who weren’t aware of her legacy and instead got to know her for her.

doesn’t easily let her guard down after years of priming to not be taken advantage of. she has a sweet smile and is so charming that you probably won’t notice that you know nearly nothing about her or her inner workings because she’s too busy distracting you with her sweet laughter and fluttering lashes

she truly is that Rich Friend™️ who will not hesitate to take you shopping when you’re sad or buy you celebratory drinks. she really cherishes her friends and, once you’re able to get through the trial run, you’re locked in for life. she likes to tell herself she doesn’t trust easily and is this stone-cold bitch, but she truly yearns for attention and love and constantly needs to surround herself with people

↘︎ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 !

once again, if you made it through all of that, you’re an icon. my intros are always Way Too Much

tl;dr: an english princess raised with a silver spoon between her rosy lips. all she’s ever known is love, excitement, and ambition and she constantly surrounds herself with it everyday. she traded in her precious london for her dream city three years ago when she set her sights on making a name for herself within the fashion industry. as a soon-to-be nyu graduate, she’s unsure of what her future will hold for her but is just excited to be on the ride honestly.

first things that come to mind when thinking of ana: clean marble decor, pink silk sheets, early morning jogs, melodic laughter, designer labels, afternoon mimosas, and careful sketches filling notebooks.

↘︎ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 !

my wanted page for ana is a little under construction, i was able to write a couple connections that i really want for her but i’ll probably add more as time goes on ! i’m very open to anything though ok so just hmu

click right here to be taken to ana’s wanted page.

[iphoenixrising]

Look, Distractions? That is my JAM okay? So if you ever feel like it. I would KILL for your opinion on Fracture!Tim meeting Detective Comics!Tim. Like would he get mad the bats have up that quick considering they're dynamic? Or would he just save the info for later in his world (fight with Jay/Dick and dammit it counts as evidence that THIS might not work.) just Timmy. Because honestly it could go a lot of ways. Babe, you rock! 😘😘

There you are, babe. Ah, I’m such a bad writer and I’m sorry. I remembered this thing vaguely and um…wrote a thing. (I forget about Asks so much and I’m so sorry to anyone that I’ve missed). So, said thing that I wrote was kind of complex and I’m stupidly proud of it okay because I was seriously not cool with the current incarnation of Tim Drake wearing the original Robin suit from the 90′s repurposed with the RR. Like, I’m so pissed off about that. SERIOUSLY >.

**

He literally gets the first sip at wonderful,blessed caffeine—before the glowy circle of light just appears in his damnkitchen, illuminating a gentle red that looks totally ominous and terrifying.

His mug falls to the linoleum with a crash andspilled heaven.

Welp, there goes that ‘Uncle of the Year’mug. Dammit. Layla worked so hard on it.

“Dick! Jay! Got a little sitch in here.”He yells, frozen to the spot where the circle has him penned in at the counter,eyes wide with what the fuck is this now?

In all his time as a doctor to, you know,vigilantes and superheroes, he’s never seen anything like this. If he’slearned anything in that time, it’s curiosity might take an appendage. Watchyour ass around things that might smell of alien tech or evil bad guys (thatjewel was from some guy name Booster. Just really?).

He must have sounded as desperate as herealistically feels because bare feet are pounding down the hallway ofhis penthouse just as the circle flares crimson and starts to suck him in.

He knows he yells something back at hisvigilante boyfriends because he does get a warped sound of them calling for himjust as he gets sucked inside.

**

The pain in his head is real when hefinally comes to with a groan.

The hard cement floor isn’t doing him anyfavors.

Like, at all.

But memory kicks in and Dr. Drake is pushinghimself up on weak arms, hair in his face, looking around with wide,calculating eyes before he realizes—

He isn’t alone.

The doctor is up on his feet, blinking, turningon one bare heel to take in the other four bodies lying haphazardly in heaps onthe grungy floor around him, all in various states of look at those birdies.

He has approximately ten seconds to take in theclothes, tech, and other miscellaneous gear, but gets it in five. At this pointin the game, he’s very familiar with things like utility belts, armored tunics,and the like, so he knows what he’s looking at. The question is reallywhether or not he’s in with heroes or terrible bad guys, and those answerswon’t be forthcoming until they’re all out of la la land.

Which could be enough time to steal shitfrom their utility belts to use against them or get them all the fuckout of here.

It’s 50/50 really.

But his legs are already moving him across thecold floor because assessment takes precedent over neat potentially fatalgadgets, taking a knee beside the first one that has a full cowl. Since he hassome experience with cowls, he knows the right place to wiggle hisfingers in to get a bead on the his pulse (until the doctor knows forsure, bad guy or good guy, no trying to get into the suits probably riddledwith security traps unless it’s go time, but the utility belt doesn’tshock the ever-loving fuck out of him, so he already has a plan).Breathing looks good, no signs of medical distress, no tears in the suit, nobloodstains. The harness is pretty cool, but that insignia? What the hell is thatsupposed to be?

Whatever. This potential bad guy checks out, soon to the next one.

The second has on a domino with the whiteoutsdown and an odd-looking cape, like panels or something? Yeah, okay, whatever.This guy gets to be Mr. Terrible Style. He gets the same careful check— andoddly enough has the same insignia on his utility belt but a completelydifferent kind of harness (so maybe they’re a group, like the JL or the Titans?Or the Legion of Evil…? Shit, he is not up to playing Pet Doctor to agroup of baddies. Again. It didn’t end well last time—you know, for the badguys).

Okay then. Take a breath, Doc. Plenty of time tounravel the fuckery later.

The third has a similar red and black thinggoing on, same damn insignia, but he has an additional wicked cowl-like,almost helmet thing that is shaped more like a bird’s face and head with a beakthan questionable unconscious guy number one (his cowl is just straight-up unimpressive.C’mon bad guys need to have better imagination than that). The lenses,he notices are red rather than the usual white, so well there’s that.The suit, however, doesn’t have the armored tunic covering a bodysuit, but isjust modified with light armor instead. It reminds him of Jason’s Red Hood bodysuit, the armor in the potentially fatal places. Good call.

The last body breathing is completely outof the pattern (one of these things is not like the others… damn you,Sesame Street, well-played). He’s got some standard black, pocketedpants and heavy boots, like ninja suit-ish or something. The plain rope iscoiled over his hip from a pocketed belt that doesn’t look as advanced as theothers. He doesn’t have any insignia Tim can plainly see. He’s also not wearinggauntlets and only half-fingered leather gloves, so checking his wrist for hispulse is easier than the cowls. (Bandaged fingers, not bleeding badly enough tobe a problem, but he clocks the deets for later).

“Ooowwfuck,” comes from over his shoulderwhile he’s trying to feel out the black suit in a non-pervy way and see ifthere might be, you know, blood or something because it is seriously dimin this little dungeon-y vacay spot, and Tim spins abruptly, eyes dartingaround for something to use as a weapon or maybe to duck behind so he caneavesdrop to figure out what the fuck he’s dealing with.

The cowled man sits up, rubbing the back of hishead, the whiteouts going around the closed-off room—

And lands right on the frozen doctor.

“I’m unarmed, don’t kick my ass,” he puts upboth palms in that just a civilian, don’t kill me pose. “If you’re hurt,I’m a doctor, and maybe if you know how I got here and why, thatwould be just super helpful at this juncture in the glowy circlekidnapping plot. Though I am seriously not the person you’re lookingfor. I have a sweet fire escape, but no nifty suit. Sorry ‘bout it.” He defdoes not mention the part where letting him go would be in theguy’s best interest since his wonderful significant others can get a little testyif he’s in things like, well, immediate fucking peril. He likes thebaddies to be surprised when Nightwing and the Red Hood bust down theirdoor.

The guy’s mouth drops open a little and just a blinkbefore awake good/bad dude is literally right in front of him.

If he hadn’t seen Dick and Jay move whenthey’re in the masks, he would have been totally more fanboy-ing it upthan he is right now.

“Holy shit, you’re fast!” Tim eyes theperson that could probably snap his spine with, like, a pinky or in some othercrazily specific way. “Seriously, this is a mistake. I’m a damn good surgeon,but like, dungeons?, I got nothing.”

The cowled vigilante, still feeling fractured asfuck with the waking up in who knows where, chuffs a laughbecause what the shit did he get into this time? (Well, lookingat himself, it’s going to be ‘What is multiversing for $1000, Alex.’) Hejust has no room on his already full plate for things like, randomportals showing up to take him right off the back of Jay’s Ducati from behind(which, come to think of it, is actually a nice little relief withwhatever is going on with those two and the almost, sort-of, couldhave been maybe trying to-to kiss him…or something?) when there’s somecrime fighting going down. Terrorists and meta-inducing tech are keeping himnice and busy fuck-you very much.

But this other him that is a little shorter,eyes going unconsciously to his utility belt like he’s making a plan isprobably going to need some deets before he’s in a fight-for-his-lifeessentially against, you know, himself. One hand goes to the cowl,pressing what he needs to deactivate the security—

And pulls it off.

That leave Dr. Tim looking right into his own face.

“What. The. Fuck?!” He scrabblesback, almost tripping over his own feet and the unconscious guy on the groundwhen this guy that is basically him, moves so fast again,and grabs his arm to keep him from falling.

“Hey. Hi there. Tim, right? Yeah, me too.Welcome to the multiverse. Really, it’s scientifically fucked up, but a good lessonfor the kids on what not to do with space/time.”

The doctor sputters, “multi-what now?!Wh— I— This is…this isn’t…this isn’t possible.”

The cowled version of him chuckles a little,grinning while rubbing the back of his head, “first time multiversing? It’scool, you’ll get used to it. Things to remember: dick bag aliens suck in allrealities, Luthor is totally a tool no matter where you go, and don’t fuck withthe Red Hood just in case he’s still a little pissed about the wholeRobin thing. That? Was not the best lesson.”

Now his brain is a puddle of mush, thanks…him.“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m a…you’re a vigilante, too? Like-like Nightwingand the Red Hood and-and Batman?”

And the doctor swallows hard because—

(He was Robin).

This vigilante version of him completely stops.Just. Creepy complete stillness.

“Uh, hello? You with me, uh…Tim?”

The second groan is followed by, “it’s okay,give him a minute. He’s probably not used to a world where we’re notpart of the Bat-clan.” The one with the weird cape is sitting up lookingaround. “Well, it could still be a post-Apocalyptic world, but it’s anyones’guess at this juncture.”

The voice is completely his yet again andDr. Drake’s eyes go to the other two still out.

“You too?” He asks, mindblown, “another…”his hands waffle back and forth, “another Tim Drake? I mean, all of youare Tim Drake?”

“Seems that way,” the other stands up, stretcheshis back and goes to the impressive computer on his wrist. Sooo, half-robotsare totally a possibility maybe? Ives is going to shit kittens.“I was already kind of in a multiverse where some alien assholes took over theplanet. We just had a massively awesome war and sent them packing, so I reallydidn’t expect to end up anywhere else but my original universe. This is kindof…strange. I checked the coordinates on the portal three times justto make sure.”

“H-how is this…possible, I mean, the physicsdon’t even support something like this! The-the doppelganger effect and-and!”

Dominoed Tim just waves the doctor into silence,“like I said, I was already in a multiverse, and two Tims can exist in the samespace. Well, obviously more than two, but it is what it is.” He goesback to the computer on his wrist, trying to get his head in this gameafter what he’d just left behind (that version of Dick holding him up, tellinghim he’ always have a place there if he ever wanted to come back.That version of him welcoming him with open fucking arms if he did wantto stay; a world where he would never have to go for a weapon againstJason Todd, and fuck, fuck…Dami was his brother.)

De-cowled Tim gives the doctor his attentionafter subtly moving to check the other two still breathing but out cold, “thinkof it like this: every major decision you make could go a few different ways.For each option, a separate reality breaks off. These what-ifs create athing called the multiverse, multiple universes with sometimes subtle,sometimes catastrophic differences.” He gestures to the dominoed Tim who givesa little wave.

The doctor blinks hard, his hands curl intofists by his sides, “so there’s a reality out there somewhere…there’s areality where I let Nightwing bleed to death on my fire escape or called anambulance and got his ident compromised, or a reality where—”

“Whoa,” dominoed Tim looks up from his wristcomputer and raises the whiteouts, “bled to death on your fire escape?”

“That’s…that’s how I kind of met him in themask. Anyway—”

“So you’re not—?”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter,” he shrugs, whichis only slightly untrue. “I’m not,” and he waves a hand at the two ofthem, “this. What you are. I went to Med School instead of Crime FightingAcademy or whatever.”

De-cowled Tim laughs out loud, shaking his head.“I was Robin first, five and a half years. The new name is Red Robin, and I’mwith the Titans more than in Gotham—” but he pauses with it because, welp,that’s not really as true as it used to be, is it?

Domino Tim shrugs, goes back to his wristcomputer, but his shoulders are tight, “same mostly. Robin, whole lot of crimefighting, Red Robin, and I’m exclusively with the Titans. I only go back toGotham if the call goes out, and even then, I fight like fuck and goback home. This ah, alien multiverse thing just happened to…come upunexpectedly.”

De-cowled Tim gasps in a breath, “whoa, do youmean the—”

“Insurgents,” domino Tim replies softly,carefully.

“Wow. The Mind Trap is such a pain in thedick.”

“Tell me about it. Gotta love when it’s Hood andthe current Robin inside because those two.”

“Oh fuck, dude are you even okay rightnow? How long ago was—?” De-cowled Tim grips the other vigilante version by theforearm, bending just slightly over him while the doctor watches, wonders whatthese aliens, these Insurgents are to them and why they’re so dangerous.

“Fine,” the domino replies, but his voice is…off.“As soon as we figure out how the hell we got here, I’ll be even better.”

“Okay,” the cowled Tim starts slowly, seeingmaybe more than he should, but he respects his other self trying to keephis shit together when he’s very, very obviously not fine. Nowisn’t the time for it, instead it’s time to get their fractured thoughtstogether and figure out all the main points, “All right Doc, tell us what youwere doing and what happened to bring you here.”

Still checking on the two other unconsciousvigilantes, he does just that, mentions calling for his boyfriends before the“portal” (and this? Is his life right now) sucked him in.

De-cowled Tim has a small grin on his face whilehe surveys the cell they’re in, and domino Tim’s frown gets painful while he’strying to get some kind of results on his computer.

“There’s a few things we can work with, but I’vegot no obvious feeds here. We need to wait until the others come to before wemake a move.”

“Good plan.”

“Agreed. I don’t have anything I would need toassess them any further. I don’t see any signs of distress yet, so we’re goodso far.”

Both vigilantes start digging in their utilitybelts, but the doctor holds up a hand, “the supplies aren’t the problem. X-ray,CAT scans, those type of things would be stellar. But, I’m allout at the moment because smart bad guys are a pain in the ass.”

“True story,” the two Tims echo.

“All right, so from the readings just before Ihitched a ride here, it looks like a disruption in space/time—” the domino Timtaps on his computer.

“Like a shockwave,” the other Tim supplies.

“—could have crossed two paths, but fourof them? That’s—”

“Statistically impossible,” the third one withthe sweet helmet-cowl is up, bracing himself on his hands. Dr. Drake catchessomething off immediately, the way his head tilts to the side.

“Exactly,” the other two say in tandem again,seriously shaking him up.

“Someone probably planned this,” de-cowled Timlooks at them, “we’re here for a reason.”

“As much as I’d like to stay and figure out why,I have a really important meeting to attend tomorrow,” the helmeted Tim gets tohis feet, his body a strange kind of taunt.

In his peripheral, he sees the other two Timsfigure it out, too.

Dr. Drake crosses his arms over his chest, “theroom we’re in is concrete or stone, floors and 100-foot or so ceilings. There’sa transparent door to your right, approximately twenty feet, no discernable wayout.”

The red lenses swing to him but stray just overhis shoulder. The blind crime fighter smirks at him, “did you say you’re nota vigilante?”

He huffs out since well, he’s the onlyone apparently, “I’m a surgeon. I just…have other hobbies. Like dating crimefighters, and playing Pet Doctor for superhero groups. You just…you aren’tlooking at me.”

The other two Tims nod in agreement.

“You were balancing like the King Snake when youstood up,” de-cowled Tim adds almost gently.

Domino Tim folds his arms over his chest, “thefingertips on your gloves are…modified. You can probably read braille throughthem, can’t you?”

The fourth grins wider and laughs a littlebecause, well, trust someone like himself to get the tech. “I made aspecial pad to help me hack again, too. It’s good stuff.”

“Like you really need it?” The de-cowledone grins.

“Always have a plan.”

The three vigilantes share a half-assed laugh asthe fourth Tim removes the specially made cowl.

“Fuck,” domino Tim blinks, “I think I canhazard a guess.”

“We’re all probably aware the Wanderer is an asshat.” And he already knows what they’re looking at, the milky haze overhis unfocused eyes. The radar net gives him good intel, outlines andimpressions, not depth or detail. For that, he moves closer to the gathering,listening for the sounds of air rushing or gears grinding, anything to givethem an out while placing the smallest differences in each figure. The doctorone smells like sandalwood and antiseptic. The one to his right with a bareface sounds oddly…calm. The contentment is in his voice. The one already inanother multiverse did come from a war, the scent of the fight, the heatof pain not on his skin makes his voice get tight at moments (well, asthe one that lost his sight trying to get B back from time—he totally getsthat type of pain because one of them…maybe even two of them couldrealistically stand to be anywhere near Dick).

And him? He’s just the guy that’s going to findtheir way out of here so they can all get a little bit of why the utter fuck?

“He took out your eyes instead of your spleen,”domino Tim observes, swallowing down the situation he just left, the twofrom that world where he could have stayed and helped rebuild—

Not the time for regrets, asshole. Let’s justfocus on the here and now.

“I would have been better with the spleen, butit’s fine at this point.” And the de-cowled vigilante exchanges an eye slidewith the dominoed one because it’s very obvious the guy is bullshittingthem (but well, who else would catch it other than the dudes that lie toBatman?) “Luckily for me, Tam is the most bitchin’ PA ever.”

“She keeps everyone’s shit together.”

“She multitasks like a boss.”

“Glad she rocks us in most universes. Stellar.So, how about we figure out how to get the hell out of here so she doesn’teviscerate us? I, for one, am not on that train.”

“Uh,” Dr, Drake blinks, feeling like he’swatching tennis or something, Wanderer? Losing a spleen or sight? Whothe fuck is Tam? But the other three converge in a circle to start making plans,the de-cowled Tim pulling him along in by his bicep.

Domino Tim gestures to his half-destroyed wristcomputer, “the only readings I’m getting are nil and none. I can’t place whereor when we are in the time stream. I’ve got readings on the physicallayout, but…that’s it.”

Since his tech is obviously boss enoughto get him through another multiverse, the others realize it might just be astep closer to oh shit time.

“That doesn’t sound any kind of promising,” thelast one of them is finally up and on his feet, holding his abdomen gingerly,“I, for one, am not a fan of the decor. Too medieval for my taste.”

The other three tense immediately, subtle slidesof gloves in belts, the move for a bo, the shift of feet, and sway of hip for arighteous roundhouse to the face.

De-cowled Tim groans a little, “shit, I knewI was going to go villain in at least one reality—”

“That costume isn’t going to make good guysquake in their boots, dude—”

“You’re not instilling confidence here. Iexpected better style from a bad guy,” the sightless vigilante sighs.

“Whoa, villain?” The dark suited Timthrows up both hands, “how fucking insulting. I am not a bad guy,I’m a solo vigilante fuck you very much”

Three of the five Tim’s eyes are huge.

“Wait, so you didn’t start out with the Bats?”De-cowled Tim is blinking because, well yeah, he could totally see aworld where he decided to be bad ass on his own.

Dark Tim’s eyes swing over, whiteouts raised, “Iwas a Bat at one time,” but his his voice is clipped, tight.

“Did…did you take on something other than RedRobin when Dick—” Domino Tim takes an anxious step forward because yes,that? So many possibilities. (And what would his team of loveableassholes care if he…if he changed his ident, too? The Bats, hisworld’s Dick, Jason, B, and Dami wouldn’t give two fucks anyway).

The dark Tim glances away, his expression goingcompletely neutral, “it’s…a long story. I was that name for about a minute,just long enough to peg B down and bring him back from random time fuckery.Gave it up right after.”

De-cowled Tim straightens a little, “were youRed Robin when you took out Ra’s and saved Wayne Enterprises?”

The dark Tim blinks and shakes his shaggy head,“I—I didn’t become CEO, not of Wayne Enterprises. I brought B back right afterI took the League down. He was able to prove himself legally alive and save WEon his own. He sure as fuck didn’t need my help to do it.”

“That sucks,” blind Tim is already turned towardthe creaks and groans of their prison, trying to get a peg on what couldpossibly be outside. “I’m not a fan of it, but Dick wasn’t taking up the CEOreign, so—” he give it a there you have it flourish.

The awful tension in dark Tim’s spine tells a hellof a lot more than he probably means to,“Dick and I… I’ll leave it alone. Thedetails don’t matter, but needless to say it’s fine. I know where myplace is, where it’s always been.”

“Please don’t tell me Hood laid it out for youwith sharp, pointy things?” Domino Tim bites out, his upper body tensewith pain of his injuries and old burdens.

Dark Tim’s teeth flash white in a dangerous grin,“up-close-and-personal right after I found Bruce. He wanted to congratulateme on how smart it was to get out before they dumped me in the garbage, whichis probably true anyway.”

The doctor’s eyes are wide, his stomach churningwith the bitter, angry acceptance right there for him to see. The fact two ofthe Tims reach for a the thin, nearly imperceptible scar at their throats giveshim enough detail to see where things for them went. His fist tightens when hecatches the moves, hastily aborted before it could be obvious.

“I’m sorry,” he interjects quietly, making theother four turn to him, “I’m sorry you don’t have what I do. Those two…aregood to me. Better than good. Granted, I patch them up on a regular. Titans andJL too. Sometimes the Outlaws, but when—when it was the Joker…they came forme. They didn’t stop trying to find me, so…yeah, I’m sorry you don’t havethat.”

Dark Tim straightens, tries to be neutral, “ifthey’ve got your back, then good on you, Doc. I’m better being out of the Batsactually. It’s probably something I should have done when Dad died, given upthe R, let Damian the fuck have it.” He shakes his head a little.

“My life…is better now’,” Dr. Drakeadmits before any of the others can give into their own curiosity, “Before itwas…it was fine. I worked, and took care of Steph and Layla, I gamedwith Ives, and did the hardcore things on my time off. It was…it was a good lifeand I made it for myself. But when I found Dick laying out on my fire escape,dying, I…nothing would ever be the same. I don’t think I could go back to before,not now that I have them,” he shrugs. “It’s the best relationship I’ve everhad.”  And it’s true enough that he can’t imagine a world where he’s nottotally in love with Dick or Jay, and watching the others get anxious or angryat the mention of his name (except for the cowled one, so maybe hope?) makeshis chest tight.

The dark Tim takes a few steps closer, tilts hischin so the doctor doesn’t have to look up, “I hope,” the unnamed vigilante beginshoarsely, “I hope they love you like you deserve for the rest of yourlife, and never turn you the fuck out.”

The doctor sucks in a breath, his chest aching.

“I hope Dick…realizes what he’s got.”And the this time hovers above him, around him because even though he’stried to move on, tried to keep putting one foot in front of the other,tried to keep one step ahead of the pain, the betrayal, the loss likeit’s his fucking spleen, it kills him that in some other world, he getsto have it…and keep it.

De-cowled Tim crosses his arms and glances atthe doctor, “Dick… some of us may have a sore spot with Dick. He ah, he tookthe Robin mantle in a slightly douchey way. There was…a lot of reasons behindit, but still.”

The dark Tim laughs, a very unfunnyha-ha. “Sore spot,” he literally fucked me before he took my cape,“sounds…about right.” It sends a chill through the doctor, makes the blindone’s jaw tighten enough that a muscle jumps, makes the de-cowled one…blush?

“My multiverse one is better than the one frommy universe,” the domino Tim shrugs, but it hitches as does his voice when hetries to be light, to be funny, “but they thought their Tim wasseriously dead, so…There’s that.”

And the weak interruption breaks up the TimDrake pow-wow: “Sss’okay. Mine…mine does too,”

The voice echoes off the walls, makes thevigilantes strike really impressive, dangerous-looking poses before they alljust vanish, and the doctor’s mouth drops open because holy shit.

Holy shit.

There’s worlds out there where he…He was Robin.(And the point hits home when he sees the version in familiar red, gold,and green, when he realizes this is what the rest of them might havelooked like at one time–that all of them wore the R). And he’s verycarefully, very methodically not going to think about all the old painand injuries— lack of spleen and eye sight—that are obviously marringeach of the Tims he’s met in some way

Mentally, while the others gather around thetransparent door keeping them in the cell, the doctor reboots because fanboyingover himself is just totally pathetic.

He makes his way to the transparent caging themin, the light dim and just enough to make out another cell across from themwith someone chained up with some impressive looking manacles inside.

“Whoa,” two of the four Robins manage when theysee the last Tim restrained and out of their reach. He looks beaten andbattered, bloody and…young.

“He’s still Robin apparently,” domino Tim muses,bends his knees and leaps up to hang from the top of the door, looking for away to get them out.

The youngest spits a mouthful of blood, “neverRobin. R-Red Robin.”

The vigilantes all look at him and theexpressions aren’t…positive.

De-cowled Tim’s jaw goes tight, a musclejumping, “you don’t say? Too bad, I have a lot of good memories beating theshit out of the Rogue Gallery. They’re not fans of the R either.”

“Got to love how they fucked up my suit.”Dark Tim nudges the blind Tim, whispers a few deets about the younger versionof them across the prison space. “A few details are off, but it’s the red tunicand green tights, black boots, with two shuriken R’s over the heart.”

“That’s pretty fucking insulting,” theblind vigilante, folds his arms and lowers the radar array back over his face,hits the system to check if his gear can find some inconsistencies.

Domino Tim just sneers, “right? ‘Never Robin’ myass. I bled for that fucking cape, for that name, man.That is just some bullshit B pulled on you isn’t it? Oh, I can’t have anotherRobin after Jason fucking died, so have another—”

“M-my call,” the youngest coughs out, his eyesbloodshot behind the domino. “Didn’t wanna be in those boots.”

“Fuck that,” all of the vigilantes echoas they climb, jump, move, and try to figure a way to get to the next one.

“It’s okay, I was never Robin either,” Dr. Drakethrows in, also looking for a way to get through the door, “but just keeptalking, okay? We’re going to get to you soon.”

“Oz is going to come back,” the youngest of themsays quietly, “and when he does, we all going to die.”

**

He catches it without the help of the radararray, his enhanced senses painfully alert with the bloody Red Robin in theprison cell across from theirs in need of medical attention (and isn’t it justa bonus that one of them really is a doctor? Not a vigilante, butbetter than a villain any day). But the barely-there sigh nabs his attentionjust as he’s climbing up the far wall to try looking for some hidden catchbecause, well, no vents dammit.

“Got it,” he deadpans, shoving the end of hisgrapple in the ceiling and letting out just a little line. He jumps it getenough momentum for both feet to hit. The others are gathering below him whenhe gives it a second go, feeling whatever material used to patch over the oldline start to give. One more hit and he breaks through for the blessed feel ofopenness.

“Don’t you love it when a plan comes together?”Domino Tim follows up after, leaning down to offer a hand to the doctor.

“Please tell me you don’t just make witty banterback-and-forth while you fight crime?” He takes the offered hand, slightlyamazed at how this version is seriously back-bending like a boss.

“Are you kidding?” De-cowled Tim grins upat them while the doctor scrambles for some kind of footing since, you know,he’s rocking pjs and shit. “It’s really the most effective weapon in myarsenal.”  

“Aside from bombs and multiple types of fightingstyles,” dark Tim fills in, standing slightly back, the lenses in his dominostill up.

“That too, but the banter takes real thought.”

“Bombs are more fun.”

De-cowled Tim jumps up into the vent, “I thinkyou’re my favorite. We should make bombs together if this whole situation pansout for us.”

Dark Tim might chuff a laugh as he follows.

Once the dominoed Tim lowers him down to theblind one waiting to get him to ground level, the doctor is taking off to othercell, looking over the battered younger version of him (them) with acritical eye.

“You’ve got some bad contusions,” he notes,“want to tell us about this Oz guy and what the hell happened to you?”

“Oz…isn’t a fan of my come-backs.” The youngerRed Robin replies, the one that might actually belong here.

Wherever here is.

Blind Tim pulls the cover off the door’s controlpanel and flips out the hack-pad. As observed, the tips of his gloves arethinner than the rest by a mile, allowing him to feel the movement ofthe pad as it spits out code.

De-cowled Tim kneels by the doctor, flipping outsome impressive-looking tool that looks very similar to his bat-a-thing in hisvigilante-only doctor’s bag.

“Okay, I have plenty of pocket-space in thesepj’s,” his eyes don’t leave the hurt vigilante manacled down, already plottingwhere to start once they get inside. He flaps a hand at the others around himworking on the door. “Give me stuff in case we get separated. Like things thatwill explode without killing me preferably.”

“Almost,” blind Tim is working with the radararray focused on the youngest of them. “There’s a bypass to trigger an alarm.”

“Of course there is,” the others grumble.

Domino Tim, leaner than the rest, is standing onDark Tim’s shoulders while the two of them re-direct the security systemsembedded in the door frames where most people probably wouldn’t clockthem.

Dark Tim reaches in a pocket of his belt, andshoves a handful of pellets at the doctor, “keep them all separated ifyou can, but you can tell these because they have one indent for your thumb.”

“What do they do?”

“Smoke. If you get pinned down, put your thumbin the indent, press, and throw it on the ground. Got it?”

“Yup.”

Domino Tim pulls something out of a compartmentof his harness, “here. This is a grapple. Point it at a wall or somethingmostly stable, thumb here, press and hold on. It’ll kick back at youwhen it fires, but it’ll fix in where you point it. Aim high. This button willreel you in so whatever you do, don’t let it go.”

“Thanks. Get-the-fuck-away tech is really niceto have.”

“Security protocol deactivated,” blind Timinforms and holds up slim, cylindrical thing. It looks like one of Nightwing’sescrima sticks, only shorter. He works the coding with his other hand. “This isa collapsible bo. Even if you don’t really know how to use one like the rest ofus probably do, I have faith you’ll be a natural.”

The doctor takes it as the door gives a fewboops and starts to slide up.

“Jackpot,” two of the Tims deadpan.

Domino Tim hops off Dark Tim’s shoulders, buteven though, you know, vigilantes, the doctor is the first one throughthe door.

The others are cautious while he’s kneeling bythe obviously aching vigilante tied down with only his suit and a very distinctlack of weapons, gauntlets, and gloves.

“It’s mostly bumps and bruises,” the teenagerinforms the doctor, “getting out of the chains would be just stellar.”

“What,” the doctor chuffs back, looking aroundfor approximately two seconds before he snags a whirlybird out of De-cowledTim’s belt and starts to cut through the impressive if not torn armor, “need towork on your sweet dance moves, Tim? I think the party can waituntil we make sure you’re not going to pass out, right?”

The hurt vigilante snickers, winces, andsnickers again.

De-cowled Tim is already working on manaclenumber one while domino Tim is working on manacle number two. Blind Tim isskimming the room for any camera, vents, scary secret passageways, something elsethat could be thwarted by some meddling kids.

“Okay, this is going to hurt,” the doctor warnsin advance, lifting the vigilante’s leg, “but the good part about it isreally,” he jerks fast and efficient with sure hands, earning a muffled cryfrom the youngest, “is that I can do it fast. Sorry about that, Tim.”

“S–S’okay, thanks. That already feels less likeass.”

“No sign of your gear,” blind Tim crosses hisarms in frustration, red lenses swinging over to their general location.

Dark Tim gives a wave, “I’m going to check theother cell. We might have another prisoner to worry about.”

The hurt Red Robin grunts, “he’s got otherheroes stuck throughout the building. N-Not sure how many. Only said it wasinterrupting his plan.”

“You were getting too close so he nabbed you,”de-cowled Tim puts the thing back over his eyes while handing the doctorsupplies from his belt.

“Mmhm, think he…think he’s trying to–” a longsigh out and the vigilante slumps against the manacles.

“Shit!” blind Tim takes a knee on the otherside, “hey, c’mon. You have to wake up. Tell us what you know about his plan.”

“He’s out. Concussion, contusions. No seriousbleeders or broken bones. Whoever kept him here wanted him alive.” The doctorhates working without gloves, but douses the wounds with the antiseptic wipes,“he won’t die from these.”

“That doesn’t make the sitch any better,”de-cowled Tim pulls the cowl back over his face to secure it since they’remobile now and bad guys have a terrible tendency to fuck with important peoplewhen the ident is compromised. You know, previous experience and shit.

“No, but at least we can move him, and startchecking out the territory.” Blind Tim is already pulling the youngest up,maneuvering the limp Red Robin over a shoulder. He’s very carefully notbeing completely pissed off about the suit. Nope. Nothing to see here.

Meanwhile, Dark Tim takes approximately twoseconds to look at the shadowy figure laying full out in the other cell in thiscreepy little hallway. His heart slams painfully, and a gasp torn from him,eyes wide behind the domino.

He’s already working on the door, fast andefficient, pulling up the old knowledge, the old experience he hasn’t used in monthsof being on his own, of just taking to the streets instead of taking down thebig, bad evils of the world. (He’d wanted something simple, something toremind him where his roots were, something he could do without being a Bat).

But at the moment, there’s nothing moreimportant than kicking it up a fucking notch. He triggers the door toopen once security is deactivated, almost vibrating with energy.

“C’mon, c’mon,” is a fervent prayer under hisbreath because please, please be alive.

“Whoa! Dude, did you hit the jackpot or what?”

But he doesn’t even pay attention to the otherscoming out of prison cell #2 or pause once the door is high enough for him toduck under.

“Shit,” cowled Tim growls, “he’s got somethinggood,” and follows while the doctor and blind Tim get their younger counterpartthe fuck out of that cell.

What he finds makes him pause in the doorway, agasp caught in his throat.

Dark Tim is cradling Kon-El’s face between hispalms, talking gently to the woozy-looking clone.

“Kryptonite. That douche bag has to havekryptonite in here somewhere to keep him down,” domino Tim joins the hunt,letting the nameless one of them do his thing.

“Superboy!?” The doctor, however, takes a knee,takes in the sluggishly moving eyes, takes in the manacles and bodysuit, theslight green tint to the clone’s veins.

“He’s bordering on Kryptonite poisoning. We needto get him out and fast,” the doctor takes the clone’s face from dark Tim andtilts him closer to the light, watches the pupils react sluggishly.

Dark Tim is all aboard that train, thismission now seemingly priority one.

“M’ seeing double,” the clone (who doesn’t know whythe other guy called him Kon or Conner, why this one called him…Superboy? Hedoesn’t know those names, doesn’t know why the hold on his face is gentle,easy. Nothing has been gentle since he was brought here.) “Who…who areyou?”

Dark Tim gets the first unlocked with his jaw tight,“in my world…I’m your best friend. Me and Bart. You…you’re importantto me there.”

The clone blinks up at him owlishly.

“You hit a bad fight in my world,” the doctorfills in, unabashedly pulling at the suit to make sure he’s not missingsomething else. “The Titans called me to help unscramble your DNA when somekind of magic made you human. We totally played Mario Kart for hours,dude.”

“Y-Your world?”

“Long explanation. We’ll give you the deets onceyou’re away from the bad green glowy rock.”

“It’s under the floorboards,” cowled Tim isright there when the second manacle unlocks, helping to pull the weak clone tohis feet. “Hopefully, he’ll start to get his strength back once we get him farenough away.”

“W-who…?” His eyes are inexplicably drawn todark Tim, blue eyes taking in the vigilante that is on his other side, alreadypulling the clone’s arm around his shoulders and walking him to the door.

“Tim,” the dark one fills in softly. “I’m TimDrake. We…we all are in one way or another. We’re all from different worldsand in each of them, you are important to us, okay? Can we go with that fornow?”

The clone blinks at the whiteouts while heshuffles forward, already feeling better with each step away from the meteorembedded in the center of the room. “You’re…one of the good guys. Thanks fornot leaving me here.” His hand firms on dark Tim’s shoulder, and he quirks asmall smile at the vigilante.

“Leave you here? No way in hell, Kon,ah… Your name is Kon-El in my world, or Conner, but–”

“I’ll go with it. S’ better than Project 13.”

Blind Tim resets the door to close and lock whenthey’re out, adjusting the unconscious version of them over his shoulder.

“Since we’re, you know, trying to figure out whothe fuck is behind this, why not tell us what you know, Kon?” But blind Timalready has some theories going, his mind working at why his radar array isgoing haywire with configurations.

The corridor is full of shadows, each of theTim’s narrowed-eyed, trying to keep to the dimness.

“…his called himself Dr. Oz,” even though theclone is feeling better, he keeps his arm over dark Tim’s shoulder, doesn’tpull out of the hold on his wrist. “He said he had to make sure time was‘appropriately in his order’ for the plan to work. He broke into CADMUS, brokeme out of the generation tube. He…he said I had a purpose. I don’t–Idon’t know…”

“That’s good deets, man,” dark Tim tightens thearm around Kon’s (he could get use to that as a name) waist, “he broke you outof the lab. He needs someone with super strength and senses. Someone close toinvulnerable.”

“He’s fucking with space/time,” dominoed Timfurthers the theory. “That’s probably how we all got here instead ofthat Tim’s real world,” he hitches a thumb at the Tim laying over blind Tim’sshoulder. “My readings are still off the charts, so it seems like we’re–”

“Outside of time.” Cowled Tim finishes softly.

Blind Tim pauses when the body over his shouldershudders, “it’s…I remember trying to–to solve a case. The missing heroesand…” the youngest leans up, braces himself when blind Tim bends his knees toput him on his feet, braces him with an arm.

“There’s something working in this universe,”blind Tim makes a shooing motion, gets the rest of them walking, “my radararray is also giving screwy readings, like it can’t connect a consistenttimeline. Like there’s…some spans missing.”

Domino Tim nods in agreement as they take aturn, pacing carefully.

“Can you re-configure your radar to hone in on acontrol room or something?” Dark Tim glances over his shoulder. “If wecan find out where his bad guy head office is, we can–”

“I,” Kon hesitates slightly, “I have, um, X-rayvision? Like the real Superman. I mean, I can try–”

Doctor Tim’s gaze snaps over to the clone, “you do?That is so sweet, man. How about you take a look at this guy for me first,okay?” He hitches a thumb to the hurt vigilante, “just to ease my conscienceabout him not having broken anything?”

“Oh.” The clone unconsciously squeezes darkTim’s shoulder before he lets go and turns. “Hi. I’m…um. Hi. Are youalso…Tim?”

The youngest vigilante gives a half-grin andstraightens up to stick out a hand, “when I’m not in the mask, yeah. Yeah, I am,but when I’ve got this kick ass suit on, you can call me Red, okay?”

The clone blinks at him and then down to hishand. He tilts his head like a puppy, not sure what to do.

“Like this, man. Just a way to greet people forthe first time,” and this world’s Tim pulls up the clone’s hand, grips it, andshakes. He grins wider when the clone grins back.

“It’s nice to meet you,Kon. I’m Red Robin, and it looks like we’re going to have to save our universewith the help of some friends.” The youngest, beaten and bruised, but grinninglike mad with blood on his teeth, glances around at the other hims andback to the clone. “You with us, man? Because believe me, the fight? Isgoing to be totally fucking sweet, and you are definitely going to want in.”

[starlightmercy-blog]

Maniac

INVOLVED: Mercedes Evans and Samuel Evans TIME FRAME: Flashback LOCATION: Studio; Los Angeles, California NOTES: This should have been posted ages ago. So long ago in fact that we can even remember when, so instead of dating it incorrectly we’re just making it a flashback. SUMMARY: Sam and Mercedes hit the studio to record a new song that Mercedes had been working on, playing around with her new sound. 

Mercedes sat in the studio, hand on her belly as she rested her songbook against it as well. Looking up at her husband, she smirked softly. “I think you’re really going to enjoy this,” she told him honestly. For a while now, she had been thinking about changing up her sound a little, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it. Everyone that knew her music knew she was a love song, ballad type of singer but she was so much more than that. She had just been afraid to break out and after the sex audio scandal, she decided it was time. She was a woman. She was grown. Some of her fans wouldn’t like it but who cares?

Samuel sat there his arms folded over his chest, it was interesting watching his wife since their last discussion. Things were put into perspective and they both were moving forward together hand and hand. But along with that came a shift in her attitude, it was a good thing she was far more lively then she had been before but the filter on her was completely loss. It brought out a side of her that until now only their bedroom saw. At her comment it pulled him out of his own thoughts and her nodded. “Good,” he said with a smirk. “You never let me down,” he added cutely as he shifted in the chair. “Ready?”

Mercedes gazed at her husband, chuckling softly to herself. He had no idea what he was in for with this new song that she had been working on. “Yeah,” she said as she sat her book aside. “Can you help me up though,” she said as she struggled to stand from the rollie chair.

Samuel licked his lips and he moved to stand up. “Of course,” he told his wife as he moved to grab both of her hands in his large ones. Pulling her up with her help, he kissed her lips gently.

Mercedes smiled, taking her husband's hands as he helped her up. “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips kissing him once more before she pulled away. Releasing his hands, she placed one on her back as she waddled into the booth. Sitting down on the stool, she grabbed the headphones and placed them over her ears before she adjusted the microphone. “Ready,” she said into the mic.

Samuel smirked at Mercedes, damn, he thought as he watched her walk into the booth his eyes on her spreading ass. He looked through the glass separating them as she sat down on the stool. He nodded his head and he placed his own headphones over his ears. He got settled in the chair and began playing the tracks music for her. Adjusting his soundboard before him, he turned her up in his headphones and hers a little.

Mercedes watched as Sam prepared and when the track began to play she sat up in the seat a little as she began. “Hop on that dick like a maniac, head like a brainiac. Gotta read the sign like a zodiac, I'm a lowkey freak, you don't know me yet,” she half-sang, half-rapped into the mic, smirking softly as she stared into her husband’s eyes through the glass. “Good head got a lil' bite to it, big booty got a lotta bounce to it, we can go all damn night to it, wife that, gon' throw rice to it.”

Samuel scratched the stubble on his face as she began, as soon as the first set of words left her mouth he looked up at her. Confused, he didn’t know it was going to be this kind of song. As she continued he looked off to his side, no one else was with them however he had to look at something and she wasn’t it. Licking his lips, he looked back to her, turning her up on his end a little more.

Mercedes couldn’t help but to chuckle at her husband’s reaction. She could tell that he was shocked, and she was amused. When she told him that she wanted to change her sound, she hadn’t really giving him much information about what she meant. This wasn’t going to be a permanent thing either. She was just ready to step outside of herself. Step outside of the box that she had been placed in. “Oh why, oh why I wait too long? Oh, his dick is way too long, I think I can take it all. Oh why, oh why you actin' scared? Pull that, pull up like a chair, know you see me over here,” she said with a smirk, bouncing in her seat little to the beat of the music.

Samuel looked to her as she continued, and he had to admit that his children influenced Mercedes and he wasn’t quite sure it was for the better. She was a lot more vocal about a lot of things she hadn’t been in the past. Licking his lips, he watched as she bounced slightly. She defined every pregnancy not being the same. With Sebastian if he came within 20 feet she was down his throat, whereas now if he wasn’t close enough she was down his throat. It was both amusing and confusing.

“Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac? You just made love to a maniac, maniac,” Mercedes couldn’t help but to laugh at herself a little. Her husband was always calling her crazy and maybe he was right. So why not poke fun at it? “I must, I must, I must, I must admit I'm in love with your sex, every single day, baby give me your best. Every single day, you be gettin' this neck, never gettin' no rest, just took two breaths. Ahh, ahh. Need a vacay, nigga shot more rounds than a A-K, goin' 'round 'round 'round like a 8-8, never showin' up late for the late, late.”

Samuel continued to look to his wife as she sung in the microphone before him. He tilted his head taking her in completely as she continued. She was amused by her own actions and he couldn't help but shake his head at her.

Mercedes was really feeling herself and she couldn’t help it. “Oh why, oh why I wait too long? Oh his dick is way too long, I think I can take it all. Oh why, oh why you actin' scared? Pull that,  pull up like a chair, know you see me over here,” she closed her eyes, bouncing against the seat a little more as she leaned up a bit, hand on her stomach as she got into it a little more. “Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac? You just made love to a maniac, maniac. Do you wanna fuck with a maniac? With a maniac. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Make you fall in love with a maniac, with a maniac.”

Samuel adjusted his headphones again over his ears, he rested comfortably against the soundboard as she continued to sing into the microphone.

“I stay up all night for ya, I'm a trooper. Call and request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber, anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict. If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted,” Mercedes sang into the microphone, smirking as she pointed to the side of her neck, the exact same side that Sam had her name tattooed on his own body. “Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you, flip me over then maneuver. As long as a ruler, you the ruler. don't tell nobody else, that's the rule, yeah. Ass in the air, feet in the air, weed in the air, we in the mirror, me and you stare, night shift take the stress away, then the second round take the rest away.”

Samuel watched as she started the next verse, pointing out the tattoo on his neck of her name, he smirked. Blinking slowly as he pulled his lip into his mouth biting down on it hard. He needed a drink or perhaps a smoke? She was teasing him and he was falling for it, very hard.

Licking her lips, Mercedes smiled at her husband. “Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac? Have you ever... loved with a maniac, baby. You just made love to a maniac, maniac. You just made love to a maniac. Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?” She sang as she began to slowly unbutton her shirt, one by one. “Do you wanna... fuck with a... maniac, maniac. Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac. Make you fall in love. You just fucked around, you just fucked around, you just fucked around, with a maniac, ma-ma-maniac,” she said into the microphone as she finished unbuttoning her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Looking into Sam’s eyes she motioned for him to come to her with her finger. “How you like me now? How you like me now? How you like me now? I'm a maniac, I'm a mothafuckin' maniac. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mercedes couldn’t help but to laugh at herself now. “Who love this pussy? You love this pussy, who love this pussy? You love this pussy. You can't get enough of this pussy, I know that you like it, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know…”

Samuel looked to his wife as she began to unbutton her shirt and he dropped his head she was making him blush and he was a grown ass man. Licking his lips, he looked back up at her, he didn’t know what she was doing or why she was doing it, but it was turning him on. When she gestured for him to come here, he didn’t know if he should stop the audio or not. He pulled his headphones off and set them aside as he moved into the booth with her. He pulled his lips into his mouth again as he slid his hands into his pocket.

Mercedes noticed his blush and she smirked, licking her lips as she leaned away from the microphone, finished with the song now. As he moved into the booth with her, she pulled him close to her, still leaning against the stool. Reaching up, she placed her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him down to her as she kissed him. Her tongue slid into his mouth without asking for entrance and she slid her hands from the back of his neck, down his chest until she was unbuttoning his jeans.

Samuel looked to Mercedes as she pulled him close to her, she pulled him down and crashed her lips to his, her tongue dominantly moving about his mouth. He hummed softly as she moved to unbutton his pants, he pulled back slightly “w-what are you doing b-baby?” he asked her, moving his lips back to hers.  

Mercedes looked up at Samuel as he pulled back and she continued to unbutton his pants, unzipping them and letting them sag around his hips. “What do you think?”

[minghua]

@2ofd​ thanks for tagging me bih i haven’t done any tag memes in forever lmao

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag however many people you want. I’m tagging everyone who sees this post :^)

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Sunny D 2. Phone call: 3 hours ago bc my little brother and Dad were coming home 3. Text message: an “I love you” text to my bf <3 4. Song you listened to: Cherry Bomb by NCT 127 5. Time you cried: hmmmm I don’t really remember but I think it was like near the end of school/beginning of summer vacation... I don’t even remember why I was crying LOL

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: as in go out on multiple dates with someone?? Cuz yeah but if you mean break up and then come back together nope not yet lol 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yah :( 8. Been cheated on: nooooope as far as i know 👀 9. Lost someone special: I need context but for the most part nope 10. Been depressed: hmmmmm 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: blue, red, yellow!! I love the primary colors :)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: definitely!!!! 16. Fallen out of love: nope if anything I’m in love!!! <33 17. Laughed until you cried: LMFAO yes of course 18. Found out someone was talking about you: nope or I’m just oblivious lmao 19. Met someone who changed you: yea!!! for the better :)))) 20. Found out who your friends are: hmmmm... lemme think about that 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them but I stopped friending a lot of people lol. TBH I feel like I should have friended more people just for the sake of making connections but too late! 23. Do you have any pets: no 24. Do you want to change your name: nah I’m good 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I celebrated 3 times with different groups of people and honestly? It was pretty lit 26. What time did you wake up: 11:07 AM PST 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: emptying out my drafts on my porn blog... I had like 600 saved and I queued like 170 lol 28. Name something you can’t wait for: moving into school housing and reuniting with friends/dormmates!! :) 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 8 minutes ago lol 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: the one thing I would change is a little too personal... 31. What are you listening right now: the Come Back Home cover by BTS 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I don’t remember any relevant Toms in my life so I’m just gonna say no 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: when I’m trying to learn and the very people teaching me get mad when I don’t do it right 34. Most visited Website: tumblr and instagram which reminds me follow me on IG @brandonewithyou

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: I got one on my foot lol 36. Mark/s: I have a scar on my neck rn bc I keep scratching it hnnn 37. Childhood dream: well I wanted to be an astronaut 38. Hair color: black/dark brown but not for long B) 39. Long or short hair: mine is long rn but I prefer very short... looks sexier on me tbh 40. Do you have a crush on someone: on my bf? yes! 41. What do you like about yourself: I make friends easily and I’m fun to hang around with! 42. Piercings: none 43. Bloodtype: O something... I think O- 44. Nickname: everyone has their own nickname for me so feel free to think of something 45. Relationship status: taken :) 46. Zodiac: aries 47. Pronouns: he/him but tbh I don’t really care lol 48. Favorite TV Show: hmmm I don’t really watch TV anymore but atm Good Eats... I love the recipes and learning about the ingredients 49. Tattoos: no but I want one :(( 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: before yah... I dyed it to light brown 53. Sport: I was gonna say water sports bc I’m kinky j fuckin k lmao what the fuck is a sport 54. Type of music: I’m not picky but I really like KPOP atm and pop in general... also no country pls (country songs by women are good tho tbh) 55. Vacation: what am I supposed to put here? My summer vacay is ok I guess 56. Pair of trainers: I don’t have any daibfksbvkbgbbd

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: rice rice rice 58. Drinking: sunny D, apple juice, and soda lmao 59. I’m about to: do some drawing!! I was listening to Cherry Bomb for a reason B) 61. Waiting for: inspiration 62. Want: to gain muscle and be toned 63. Get married: hm.... maybe 64. Career: IDK but something math related... my default is being a school teacher lol

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs from friends but kisses from my bf <3 66. Lips or eyes: I like both but eyes are the things I usually look at first 67. Shorter or taller: taller :)))))))))))) 68. Older or younger: I like older but not like TOO old maybe 4 years at most 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: “who cares!! just have good hygiene please and thank u” - Confucius AKA @2ofd 71. Sensitive or loud: loud bc i wanna be heard betch 72. Hook up or relationship: before I would say hook up but thanks to him I’m gonna say relationships...I didn’t know they could be so fulfilling tbh 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I’m both lmao

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: yah 75. Drank hard liquor: nah                                          76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope  77. Turned someone down: yah 78. Sex on the first date: .......................MAYBE 79. Broken someone’s heart: .......maybe that too 80. Had your heart broken: yah :(( 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: STOP

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: yes!! 85. Miracles: yahhh 86. Love at first sight: hmmm... I mean ATTRACTION yah but love? nah 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: :******

OTHER: 90. Current best friend’s name: this will cause drama lmao jk 91. Eyecolor: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: Miracle In Cell No. 7 (2013)

that’s about it!!! send me asks if you wanna know anything else :^)

[ventus-shmentus]

1 through 100 for the question time?

oh man this is gonna keep me busy, thank you anon

1.) is there a boy/girl in your life?

*** sadly no, I've been single for like 3 years now

2.)  think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

*** yes! I generally try to forgive most ppl because I h a t e being angry w ppl

3.) what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

*** there was a girl in middle school that always stared me down and meowed at me at lunch???

4.) what’s something you really want right now?

*** strawberry lemonade from O’Charley’s

5.) are you afraid of falling in love?

*** thank god no, I love loving people

6.) do you like the beach?

*** yeah my fam goes every year for vacay and we spread my brothers ashes in the ocean and stuff so it’s comforting to go bc it’s like he’s still with me??

7.) have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

*** tried to, but I have a lot of problems falling asleep so it didn't work out too well

8.) what’s the background on your cell?

*** my lock screen is me and a best friend and my home bg is a pic of ventus

9.)name the last four beds you were sat on?

***my sisters, my moms, faith’s, and Ryder’s if you count being sat on by dogs (I think thats what the question is asking lmao??)

10.) do you like your phone?

*** most of the time, yeah. the calls get messed up a lot tho and the battery sucks

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?

*** god no, it’d be weird if they were. I'm doing much much better in life than I originally expected 

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

*** probs the girls from my DBT therapy group

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?

*** omg Rottweiler for sure,,, I love big doggies and they're such big babies

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

*** I can't really answer this because they’re both felt in different ways

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

*** I've never been to an art museum so id have to say zoo for now

16: are you tired?

*** heck yea my mom lost my sleep medication, I'm so tired to the point where I'm listening to Soulja boy and I'm not sure if its real or not

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?

*** like???? 15 years??

18: are they a relative?

*** nope just my sisters friend 

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

*** someone please kill me if I ever get back with one of my exes

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

*** honestly I can’t remember, probably like last month?

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

*** nonono I'm nowhere near ready to settle down in life like that. I'm only 19 and like I've never even had a job and I don't have my license and shit,,, def not ready for marriage

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

*** yeah he was a good kisser, too bad I barely remember it lmao

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

*** 2 a hair tie and a friendship bracelet

24: is there a certain quote you live by?

*** Donald Duck going “WAK!”

25: what’s on your mind?

*** what happened to Kevin Jonas

26: do you have any tattoos?

*** no but I was planning on getting one soon as tribute to my brother

27: what is your favorite color?

*** yellow!! its so happy and bright

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

*** heck idk no one ever seems interested in me so like?? its up to them bc I'm down to kiss like 90% of the people I know

29: who are you texting?

*** my boi Ryder bc he's coming over to give me birthday stuff

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

***nope, only a car

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

*** I low key knew that my brother was gonna die the day he did but I didn't say anything to anyway bc I just blamed it on my anxiety

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

*** heck yeah, I got a couple thankfully

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?

*** lmao ryder

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

*** yes! my eyes turn literally yellow in the summer and its p cool

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

*** I'd be like “hell yeah I'm proud of u for getting action”

36: were you single on valentines day?

*** have been my whole life

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?

*** yes but I rarely talk to him anymore

38: what do your friends call you?

*** karl, car keys, Karls, kar, karlie warlie

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?

*** does myself count lmao

40: have you ever cried over a text?

*** probably

41: where’s your last bruise located?

*** the tops of my feet 

42: what is it from?

*** dancing! you get bruises in weird places from dance lmao

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

*** idk if this really counts but we went out to eat last night which is really triggering for me and I was like “I just want to go home and see my doggie”

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?

***my sister on accident

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

*** fav bc of looks are my white doc Martens but I wear my black converse most of the time

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

*** no I look dumb in hats

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?

*** honestly no just bc I like to have the mermaid hair effect when I’m in the bath or swimming

48: do you make supper for your family?

*** only if its like pizza rolls or smthn

49: does your bedroom have a door?

*** yes???

50: top 3 web-pages?

*** Tumblr, youtube and Facebook

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?

*** my mom bc she hates going out in public

52: does anything on your body hurt?

*** my wrist!! I have a cyst in my joint and it hurts to move it too much 

53: are goodbyes hard for you?

*** yes bc I have a huge fear of abandonment

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

*** strawberry lemonade

55: how is your hair?

*** its kinda short atm, I just got it cut and I'm mad bc its just the right length where only half of my hair goes into a ponytail

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?

*** pee tbh

57: do you think two people can last forever?

*** I mean I guess

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?

*** considering. was 8, yes

59: green or purple grapes?

*** depends on my mood tbh

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?

*** in like 10 minutes when Ryder is here

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

*** not really but I wouldn't particularly mind if I was somewhere else

62: when will be the next time you text someone?

*** like rn

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?

*** in my living room talking to Ryder

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.

*** pretending to be asleep

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?

***probably faith idk but thankfully thats faded by now

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

*** ryder and my sister tbh

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?

*** my mom always hugs me good morning

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

*** “god I wish I could fall asleep”

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

*** did you mean: my entire dance career?

70: how many windows are open on your computer?

*** 5!

71: how many fingers do you have?

*** thankfully I got all 10

72: what is your ringtone?

*** the default iPhone ringtone, I've never bothered to change it but I want my text ringtone to be the thing from Kim possible

73: how old will you be in 5 months?

*** 19

74: where is your mum right now?

*** in my sister’s room helping her build a desk

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

*** bc he's an abusive piece of shit (:

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

*** sadly no ):

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

*** definitely not

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

*** a dude named Zac but he was a terrible person lmao

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?

*** my aunt's pos boyfriend

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

*** no ):

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?

*** not really anyone worth noting

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

*** probably

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?

*** I don't really like anyone atm

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

*** probably Bria or faith tbh

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

*** I think it’d depend on what it was and if it was effecting them in an unhealthy way or not

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

*** I threw up 20 mins into Spiderman homecoming

87: who was your last received call from?

*** my sister

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

*** I think it'd depend on what I needed the money for and how bad I needed it

89: what is something you wish you had more of?

*** friends

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?

*** all the time. I love trusting people but it gets me hurt a lot

91: do you sleep with your window open?

*** I wish but I got them allergies

92: do you get along with girls?

*** for the most part yes!

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

*** yeah but its not worth telling them right now, gotta wait till the right time

94: does sex mean love?

*** nope!

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

*** no but I might have a hard time trying to find things to talk about

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

*** yeah I didn't really like it tbh

97: did you sleep alone this week?

*** always

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

*** yes! my sister and ryder

99: do you believe in love at first sight?

*** no bc then you're just falling in love with the persons looks and not the actual person

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise

*** my mom but I don't remember what for

[beecherdrysdale]

Haha yes!! I trust you to go first! By the time you and Dylan land in the water I’ll get over my fear and force Jamie to jump w me lol. Ooo I feel like quinton and ryan would jump after? I just have that feeling. I’m can’t do any tricks but I would be in awe of you doing them!.

Aw thanks, but all in all it was a pretty toxic friend group and I’m glad that we are done :). I’m just focusing on sports and school. Oo I love sending you asks! You always respond and go along with my weird scenarios hehe. I’m glad we are connecting and becoming friends! You understand sports 💗 we be connecting real good w the team☺️

Pfffff is it weird that can imagine that?! Just us being chaotic and laughing at each other. Haha somebody walking by would be so confused. Just an entire hockey team and two girls(honestly it’s kind of a flex lol) . It’s probably easier to skate backward on ice hehe but it would be crazy if we did that on rollerblades but I think everyone would try?. I would probably land on my ass hehe and then one of them would land on me.

Yesss you tripping and pulling dyl down w you! Aw the hand holding 🥺 not gonna lie I would probably tease you lol .

Awww that’s nice that they let you in. I have no ice cream place near my house 😭 what’s your fav ice cream flavour. Also did u see the photo of Trevor Zegras, is he in Jamie’s jacket? It looks exactly like his?.

Ooo we would totally rock the gym hehe. I love working out, it makes me happy and I get to badly music. It would be sm fun to workout w them! Like if any of them asked me I would gladly join! I know, we have the same music taste, I was happy when they said they were playing 2000’s music! I vibe with that.

I can totally see you teaching them to swim and then racing w them! I’ll swim and then take photos hehe.

What other vacay activity would you do w them ? I was thinking abt going clubbing or just exploring the nightlife ?

Aww that sucks that she didn’t let you lol 😆

true i get those vibes from quinton and ryan, idk why. they just seem like once they saw a couple people in the water they would definitely go for it. and honestly to do tricks you kind of just have to go for it. like the first time you try to do a flip it’s lowkey really scary but then once you realize you aren’t gonna get hurt it’s really fun and then you can just practice your technique lol

i’m glad that you got out of your toxic friend group and are focusing on school and sports :) they’re both super important even tho i sometimes don’t act like it lol. i love your asks sm and i’m super happy that we’re becoming friends. and i feel like both our personalities would connect super well with the team☺️

yesss people walking by would be so confused lmaooo, but we would just be flexing on them hanging out with the team canada boys. and yes skating backwards is way harder on rollerblades and also slightly terrifying if you’re going downhill. and also because there are usually like rocks and stuff on the ground that you don’t really see. so yeah dyl would definitely be coming down with me, but it’s fine. also it’s fine you can make fun of me lol, all me irl friends do bc i injure myself all the time. one time i slipped and fell down an entire flight of stairs at school and my friend just goes “it’s brigid she’ll be fine” lmaoo 

yeah i honestly expected them to not let me in bc i didn’t have shoes, but at the same time it was during covid (so you couldn’t eat inside anyways) and i think they needed the business. that sucks that you don’t have an ice cream place near you, the one i went to was like 1.5 miles from my house so not super close but not too far. my favorite flavor would either be something with chocolate and cherry or something with peanut butter and chocolate, hbu?

yeah i saw the picture, trevor was wearing jamie’s jacket. it’s because they both came right from wjc, and the usa boys didn’t have to bring suits so trevor didn’t have a jacket lol. so then he had to borrow jamie’s when he got called up to anaheim

yesss i love working out with guys, whenever we have to work out for swim team i always go with the guys. especially when we lift bc the other girls do like 10 lb olympic lifts and i’m doing like 90 lbs with the guys lol. and yes i vibe with their music sm, i feel like they would have the best workout playlist tbh

and yes that would be sm fun to teach them how to swim. i would love to see them try do flipturns and swim fly 😂 and then racing them and they’d be like you have an unfair advantage even tho i’m doing fly and they’re doing free lol, just flexing on them. and yeah i was really sad when my soccer coach said no bc it would have been so funny to watch everyone try to do my sets lmao

i think it would be really fun to go hiking or go to an amusement park with them. that would be like the most chaotic hike ever lol but it would be really fun, and then going on all the roller coasters with them. and i bet at least one of them is secretly afraid of roller coasters but doesn’t want to say anything so they don’t get chirped lol. but it would also be super fun to go clubbing with them (we’ll ignore the fact that i’m not old enough lol) like they just seem like they would be a really fun group to go drinking with you know?

[ganymededreaming]

Lord of the Brocean

                 Kent’s best friend Julie had urged him to take a long-earned break.  Long working hours had left him as strung out as she had ever seen him.  And when she saw an ad for a gay music festival on a remote (and blissfully out of cell service) private island, she knew it would be just the break Kent needed.  She giggled a bit.  Kent, so dark hared, pale, and serious faced, would be a strange sight on a tropical island.  But that’s what made it all the more important he go.                “I don’t know…” Kent stirred his cappuccino absentmindedly.  The café they’d met at after work was almost empty.  “Frankly, it just sounds like a more specific version of that Fyre Fest debacle.”  He gave a small frown a he sipped.  “Kent, come on.  You’ll lose the vacation time if you don’t go now, and I bought the ticket.  And I’ll buy you another if it doesn’t work out!”  Kent pouted, but knew she was right.  And he couldn’t help but stare at the pictures of all the happy, smiling men playing in the sun, the delicious platters of fresh seafood, and the itinerary of parties and musicians.  It all looked so fun.  An office life had been so draining lately.

               “You owe me a dinner anywhere I choose if it’s not as advertised….but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”  Julie beamed as a breeze from the bay blew into the café.

               Kent was never a good flyer.  Something about shooting up in the air felt deeply unnatural to his every instinct.  Usually, his plan was to knock himself out with a glass of wine and a heavy eye mask, but that wouldn’t cut it for the final leg of his voyage.  It was only an hour, from Miami to the remote island on a tiny little charter plane.  A double whammy; not long enough to fall asleep, and as nerve wracking a plane as he could imagine.

               As Kent took his seat, hair flopping in his eyes, he fidgeted with one of the drawstrings to his shirts hood.  Dressed in white and blue, looking up through the windows at the clear sky, he wondered if he’d even be noticed if he fell out of the plane against the vast blue expanse.

               The other men filtered in – an attractive bunch, not a dud among them.  He gave a small smile – at least he could distract himself with that.  A cute twink and his giant boyfriend sat across the row, the twink giggling in his tight tank top and short shorts, playing with the giants long hair and beard.  Suddenly, what he immediately thought must be the most gorgeous specimen of all the men came up to his row.                  “Excuse me, I think this is my seat.  Mind if I sit down, little guy?”  The man was taller than Kent by a good foot, going on two.  The nicknaming was apt, if a little rude.  But instead of irritating Kent, it merely made him blush furiously.  He had sun tanned skin, wave tossed dirty blonde hair, and a toned, broad shouldered body.  Curly dark hairs poked at the top of his floral short-sleeved shirt, two buttons undone, and a tooth necklace of some sort nestled between his pecs.  Bigger than a shark, but Kent couldn’t place it; it was adorably tacky.  But the sparkle of his smile and green eyes were what turned Kent’s knees to jelly.  And he smelled wonderful – like long, lazy days on the beach, sweet and salty all at once

               The man sat down, pressing against Kent in the narrow little seats of the propeller plane.  He started to introduce himself when the shudder of the engine provoked a similar shudder in Kent’s shoulders.

               “Little guy, what’s the matter?”  The man put a friendly, massive hand around Kent, hugging him close.  “Not….good with planes.” Kent managed to stammer out.  “Aw, buddy, no, hey little dude, it’s gonna be alright.  My brother’s the one running this flight – he’s not gonna let anything happen to his bro, or to any of his bro’s little friends.  And you’re my friend now, little guy.  So my bro and I are gonna make sure this trip is nothing but fun for you.”

               By this time, the plane was in the air, as the man – Kent now was beginning to think of him as the good natured madman – massaged his shoulder, and excitedly talked about all the amenities of the island.                “Well, there’s all kinds of waterslides they set up, and there’s all kinds of tasty stuff!  Do you like cake?  Oh man, save room, the shrimp is delicious, but the chef, he makes these tarts, you know-“ “Ahem!”

               A golden twink with floppy, golden hair had approached them with a drink cart.  He wore a scandalously cut outfit for a steward: a tiny tank top that barely covered his nipples, the shortest of shorts, and pointy shoes, everything in a bright purple.  “You boys want anything?”                “Oh, damn Ganny, didn’t realize we were doing that now!  Yeah, get me and my little buddy some rum punch!  Come on, little man, you’re gonna love this.”  Kent chuckled.  The whole thing was so absurd, but he supposed this was the kind of crowd that took vacations like this.  Might as well take in the local flavor.

               As the twink handed the two of them tall hurricane glasses – real glass to Kent’s shock – filled with a bright red liquid, he gave a wink.  “You boys have fun!  I’m going to finish up my run, then the captain wanted me back for his break!”  He giggled and skipped off.                “You two know each other?”  His heart sunk with a dark jealousy for a moment, and he could swear the twink – that “Ganny” – had giggled again the minute the thought crossed his mind.  But when he looked back, he was pouring the largest beer he had ever seen for the giant across the row.  “Oh, yeah little man – remember my bro?  That kid’s my bro’s main thing.  We played once or twice, but he’s honestly not my thing.  Like mine with dark hair, like yours, Kent….y.  Damn bro, gotta think of something better to call you.  Little man suits you just fine though for now bro.”                Kent figured that he had seen the name on his boarding pass, and shrugged ff the fact that he’d known his name.  He was, however, flustered twofold.  First of all, he couldn’t process that many pet names in a single sentence.  Second, the idea he was this hunks type made him a happier, jollier sort of flustered.

               “Anyway, cheers bro!  Here’s to a happy little vacay.”  He knocked back the giant drink in one gulp.  Kent smiled a wry little smile.  “Cheers to that.”  Maybe this would be a good break.  He took a sip.  The drink was sweet, with a sour little kick of lime at the back, and Kent couldn’t quite place the exotic liqueurs…maybe ginger?  But it felt good.  Refreshing.  He unzipped his shirt the slightest bit more, panting, and swigged the rest of it down.  He wiped his brow with a moment of surprise – his hair wasn’t there anymore.  It had been styled up, attractively messed, and lightly held by wax.  And a zit he had noticed that morning was totally gone.  Huh – he shrugged it off.  Maybe when the neighbor had mussed his hair, it had settled like this.

               “Awwww, hey little man!  Now you look like you’re feeling good!  Better?”  By now the plane had started its descent towards the island, a beautiful little piece of sand in crystal clear waters.  Kent gave a genuine smile, relaxing.  “Yeah, man.  You never gave me your name, bro?”  “Awww, bro!  Sorry ‘bout that – you can call me Sid, or just bro for now.  I’ll se you on the island, yeah little man?”  Kent gave a happy nod, and moved to disembark.

               The sun was blinding on the island, and the heat encouraged Kent to zip open his shirt all the way, letting his skin hit the sun.  A light tan blossomed across it, spreading from his chest.  Not as dark as Sid’s, but a little splash of color.

               As Kent walked towards the check in, “Ganny” came bounding next to him, running towards a man in a lifeguard’s visor and a leopard print speedo.  His hairy chest and dusky skin drew a number of stares, and Kent could see the mischief in his eyes, even though his tinted sunglasses.  “D-Man!  You made it!  You’re chilling at me and the boss’s tent tonight, yeah?”  “Wouldn’t miss it.  Just gotta check everyone in.”  He ruffled his hair and gave his ass a swift pat as Ganny skipped off towards the cocktail bar set up nearby.

               The lifeguard settled behind the desk, pointing the happy travelers towards their various tents.  He saw the twink and giant from across the aisle – he was riding on the giant’s shoulders like a little kid, as the giant whooped and hollered as he carried him towards their tent.  Heh – just like two good bros ought to.  He felt a pang of jealousy t that thought, but quickly shook it off.

               As he approached the lifeguard looking man, and handed him his ticket, the lifeguard scanned it and smiled.  “Woah!  Good news and bad news, kiddo – you’re one of our two lucky guys to win a room in an above water cabana.  Bad news is it isn’t ready yet.  Can you be a good little thing and go play in the waves, have some fun while we get it set up?  Sure a tasty little snack like you can find some fun mischief for a couple hours.  Your luggage is gonna be there tonight, so you don’t need to worry.  And the big music acts don’t start until tomorrow morning, so don’t worry about missing anything while you get settled in tonight.”  He ruffled Kent’s hair, and gave him a flirty chest flick.

               Kent bounced up, beaming.  Everyone was being so nice to him!  Julie was right.  He just needed to spend a nice relaxing trip with the guys, chill out with some drinks, go swimming.  “Thanks, man!  So cool of you to do that for me!   You guys at this island are like…the best!”                  Kent skipped off into the island.  Sid was right- the island WAS incredible.  It must have been used for events all the time; it was so built up.  The food was delicious; mountains of shrimp, flatbread pizzas, sushi, giant parfaits, all washed down with giant frozen drinks.  And the sun made him ravenous.  He was so glad he’d worn his swimsuit, so he could splash in the crystal blue water.  But most of the attendees were in couples or friend groups.  Kent felt a little awkward walking over, and playing on his own got old a little fast.  He frowned.  Maybe the whole trip was a mistake.  But one of the slides was a four person tube.  That would introduce him to a few people a little less awkwardly.

               As he climbed the tall wooden steps to the slide, he felt a powerful clap on his shoulder.  “Bro!  Oh my god, bro, I found you!  Gotta introduce you to my other friends!”  Sid stood there, chest slick with sweat from the afternoon sun, blue baseball cap covering his hair, clad only in a pair of baggy board shorts.  He pointed behind him to a tall, muscular black man with shoulder length dreadlocks, and a nervous looking Hispanic twink with shaggy black hair clinging to his hand for dear life.  “This is my bro Sobek, and his little buddy Mateo!”  Sobek reached out his hand and shook Kent’s, nearly crushing it.  “Don’t mind Mateo, he’s just shy.  And nervous for the big slide.  Worries I won’t keep him safe.  Cheeky of him.” He gave Mateo’s forehead a playful flick, and Mateo stuck his tongue out back at him.  “It’s nice to meet you too!  Sid, you didn’t tell us you found someone!”

               Kent couldn’t quite place the name, but it sounded familiar.  Maybe someone from a book?  And his accent wasn’t one Kent was familiar with.  Sobek gave a mischievous grin as if he could see the wheels struggling to turn in Kent’s head.  “I know Sid from work.  Think of us…like managers from different offices.  Am happy you���ve got someone to hold on to this trip.”                Sid beamed.  “Yeah, this is my little guy Kent!  You don’t mind being my date for the afternoon, do you little buddy?”  Kent couldn’t help but blush and nod happily.  “Aw, I’m so glad!  We’re gonna have such a great time, little guy.”  They got to the top and got in the big inflatable tube.  Mateo giddily clung to Sobeks arm, and Kent had only barely glanced towards Sid when he threw a massive arm around him and pulled him in close.

               As they barreled down, Kent heard Mateo’s shrieks of delight and Sid and Sobek’s whoops and hollers.  But his main focus was just on the feelings.  The cool water splashing on him, the warmth of Sid’s chest as he clung close.  He could feel the rest of the world, every bit of doubt and worry drip away, until he finally let out a whoop of his own as their tube was shot out of the slide, Sid and Kent spilling out of the tube into the water in a laughing tangle of limbs.

               The rest of the afternoon and evening went much the same way – swimming at the beach, drinking more cocktails, and hitting the dance floor.  As the sun went down, Sid had a moment of surprise cross his face.  “Damn, bro – just remembered.  I have to check into my room, it was gonna be ready late tonight.  Want me to walk you back to yours first?  Cute little babe like you shouldn’t be alone, jerks like Sobek would just gobble you up.”  “Hey!” Mateo pouted.  Sobek chuckled.  “Don’t worry, I’m only going to be gobbling you tonight, pet.”  Sobek gave Sid a playful punch, before throwing a squirming, blushing Mateo over his shoulder and walking off.

As Kent and Sid walked along the slowly emptying beach, they came to the above water Cabana.  It was a beautiful grass-roofed little house on stilts on the water.  It was a suite, with all the rooms but the bathroom facing out onto the water.  Suddenly, Sid started shouting.  “FUCK YEAH!  My bros rock!  I can’t believe it!  They gave me and my new little bro a cabana!  Aw, fuck yeah, bro, this is so rad little man, can’t believe it, get my own whole place with my new little bro.”  He practically dragged Kent in, through the fancy kitchen, peaceful deck, and into the bedroom, sitting him down on the big king bed.

“New…little bro?”  Kent looked up at Sid, confused.  Sid started to take his cap and necklace off.  “Yeah little man...” Sid looked sheepish for a moment.  “I grew up the youngest of three brothers, and I always was kinda pushed around as the little bro.  And I just wanted a little bro of my own, yknow?  So…maybe you could do it? Be my little bro, little guy?”  Sid earnestly looked like he might cry if Kent said no, but he had no intention of that.  Kent chuckled a little.  “Yeah, I’ll be your little bro.”  Sid immediately lit up again.  “WHOO!  Fuck yeah, you’re not gonna regret it little bro, gonna be such a good big bro for you, make sure no one messes with you, keep you safe and happy.  Now come on, get out of those trunks, let’s pop in the shower, wash all the days funk off.”                Kent gave a small whimper and looked away.  “What’s the matter?  No reason to be shy, just us bros, yeah?”  Kent gave a quiet nod, and slipped out of his trunks, still a little nervous looking.  “Aw, that’s it little man, nothing to worry about.  Now hop in the shower little bro, meet you in there in a sec.”  He gave Kent a playful swat on the ass as Kent scampered off.                The shower was big, tiled in tan terra cotta, with a small wooden bench, and sliding glass doors almost twice as tall as Kent.  He had just stepped in, letting the warm water flow over him, when Sid stepped in.  “Aw, see, told you, nothing to be ashamed of little bro.  You got a nice body, kiddo.”  Kent smiled, giggling.  “Thanks, big bro.  Nothing compared to your big muscles tho.”  Sid looked at Kent with a look of sheer adoration.  “So fuckin’ sweet, first time you called me big bro.  That’s right.  Go on, flex for me little bro.  Show your big bro your muscles.”  Kent gave a flex – he was surprised, it felt bigger and more toned than he had remembered.  “That’s it.  Nice biceps bro.  Nothing like my sick guns tho.”  He flexed a giant arm, showing off his taut muscles.  Kent almost drooled.  “That’s it.  Go on and squeeze it bro.  Give it a fuckin’ kiss too.”  Kent panted a little as he squeezed it, before drawing his lips gently to it.  Even under the warm water, he could taste faintly taste the sweet and salty tang of sweat.  “That’s it.  Soooo fuckin’ sweet.  Let’s get you all soaped up.”

Sid started manhandling him, rubbing shampoo into his hair, soaping his body up as Kent began to whimper.  “You get me too bro, soap me up.”  Sid lifted his arm, shoving Kent’s face in.  “Course you can always tongue me off.  Come on, little bro, get me all clean.”  Kent couldn’t help himself, tonguing Sid’s armpit, licking up his intoxicating musk.  “So fuckin’ tasty bro.  So good…”  Sid chuckled.  “Better really get me clean now.  Come on, soaps on the bench.”

Kent ran his soapy hands over Sid’s rock hard muscles, lingering over his abs before finally soaping up his massive cock.  “That’s so fuckin’ big bro….” Kent drooled a tiny bit as he said that, hardening as Sid massaged the soap into his ass, gently tapping his puckered hole with his finger.  “Heh, you’re not too shabby.  What you packin’, 6 inches?”  He grabbed Kent’s dick, pressing it up against his own hard cock.  “Nothing compared to my rod, ‘course, but pretty hung for a little guy like you.”  Thick and veined, Sid’s dick hovered around twice Kent’s size.  “That’s fuckin’ perfect for my little bro, take after his big bro, but still, we both know who the real big bro is.  Bet you’re gonna brag to all your little friends how hung your bro is, huh?”  As the warm water rinsed them off, Sid smacked Kent’s ass, and scooted his arms underneath Kent, picking him up, pressing their bodies together.  “Gimmee a fuckin’ kiss bro.”  Kent leaned into the kiss, letting Sid slip his tongue inside him.  Supporting Kent with one arm, Sid flicked the water off, then opened the door, carrying Kent out of the shower, throwing him on the bed.                “Legs up little bro.  Let me see that hole.”  Kent grinned, lying back and lifting his legs, spreading his cheeks apart.  “Look at that cute little hole.  So good for me.”  Sid dove forward, lapping at his hole.  Kent began to whimper.  “Ugh, fuck bro….big bro, eat me out.  Need my hole filled.”  Sid happily obliged, feasting on Kent’s hole.  Kent threw his head back, just enjoying it, relaxing as his big bro’s tongues worked him open.  Kent got up and lay next to Kent.  “Come on bro, sixty-nine with me.  Suck my cock.  Eat it, bro.”  

Kent eased himself on to Sid’s cock, pushing his head deep down and taking in more of that addictive scent.  “So fucking tasty, bro.”  He sucked at the precum-beaded head, greedily trying to shove it deeper.  “Uh….take it easy bro.  Plenty left, and it’s all here for you.”  Kent whimpered, Sid probing him with a finger now, stretching him out.                Sid rose up, pulling his finger out, suddenly looking dead serious as he sat down on the bed next to Kent.  “Sit up, little bro.  What I say next is gonna be important.”  Kent sat up, curling up next to his bro.  “You’ve got a choice to make now.  I know you’re horned, bro, so am I, but you ride my cock?  That’s it.  Gonna be Poseidon and his little bro ‘gainst the world.  Forever.  You want that bro?  Be my little man, let me take care of you, stick by my side?”  Sid tilted Kent’s head up from the chin, looking him in the eye.  “Tell me.  Say you’re gonna be my little bro.”  “Please...oh my god bro, just wanna be your little bro forever.  Don’t let me go back to being all stressed bro.  Let’s just be happy fuckin’ bros forever.  You…heh.”  He started laughing.  “What’s so funny bro?” Sid frowned.  “Well…you scared all the scary stuff away!  You’re the best.  ‘Course I wanna be your little bro.”  He beamed.

“Fuck yeah bro!  That’s my best bro for life.  You’re not gonna regret this, I’m gonna make sure of it.  Leave it to big bro.  Now let’s get our fuckin’ cocks taken care of, yeah?”  Sid ruffled Kent’s hair and grabbed his cap off the bedside table, throwing it backwards on Kent, then patted his lap.  “Now jump on my lap bro – gonna give you best ride of your life.”

Kent giggled as he settled into Sid’s lap, wrapping his arms around Kent’s neck and leaning in for a kiss.  “So sweet.  Let me just…” Kent guided his slick cock towards Kent’s entrance.  “Ready bro?” Kent nodded.  Sid slowly pushed in, his cock slowly stretching Kent open until just the head popped in.   Kent gasped, whimpering and leaking onto Sid’s stomach.  “H-hurts bro…” Sid rubbed Kent’s back and nibbled his ear.  “You’re so fuckin’ tight, little guy…gonna make you relax, gonna make you perfect hole for your big bro’s cock.” Suddenly, the pain started to dissipate.  In fact, even the memory of the pain dissipated.  All Kent could focus on was the feeling of being wrapped in strong arms, and so, deliciously full.

Inch by inch, without any effort, Kent sunk down onto Sid’s dick, whimpering and writhing before bottoming out, falling into Sid’s warm chest, panting.  “Look at that.  So proud, bro.  So full of your stud bro’s dick.” He rubbed at Kent’s stomach, kissing him.  “Let’s get you all full of my spunk too.  Not real bros until I’ve creamed you too.”  

With that, Sid began jack-hammering Kent, drilling him. By now, Kent could barely form words, the pleasure was so intense.  He had a brief moment when suddenly, he remembered that he hadn’t checked his email – fuck, what if the office had tried to contact him, maybe there was wifi, after sex he’d grab his pho- “Eyes on me bro.” Suddenly, Sid grabbed his face, forcing him to look into his eyes, the pumping of Sid’s thick cock filling his mind, his thoughts washing away in the tides of pleasure.  “Just gotta stay slutty and happy for your big bro, and he’ll take care of the rest.”

After the pounding went on for a good while, Sid flipped Kent to the bed, going deeper, holding Kent’s legs in a breeding press.  All Kent could do is let out a high pitched whimper.  “Gonna cum bro….get ready.”  But despite the warming, almost instantly Kent was filled with what fet like gallons of cum.  It leaked out onto the bed, filling his brain with nothing but the scent of cum.  And that triggered him, as hands free, he shot all over both of their chests.  Sid grunted and shouted.  “Fuck yeah! Shoot that load bro.  My cute little pussy bro cumming just from my big fuckin’ cock.  So fuckin’ sweet.”  He gave Sid a kiss on the forehead as he pulled out, pulling Kent against him as a little spoon.  

“When you wake up tomorrow, feeling your hole still slick with my cum, you’re gonna remember.  You’re my little bro now.  And walking around tomorrow, we’re gonna show everyone we’re the best pair of bros here. You got that little guy?”               And with the last of his strength, Kent cuddled back into Sid…Poseidon. His god, his lover, his bro.  “Fuck yeah.”