#god dammit new game plus is hard

[whybirdinspace]

Me on my way to get my ass kicked by the girlies for the 12th time tonight

[ominous-faechild]

✦ OC Questionnaire Tag ✦

Following open tags from @yourpenpaldee (post), @honeybewrites (post), and @pixies-love-envy (post)!

I liked a lot of your guys' questions and really wanted to try them out! Hopefully that's okay, I'm really new to this kind of stuff so please be patient with me if I do any of this wrong! 😅😊

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Crow, Freya, and Daleira.

Crow (the detective's progeny)

Would you do something illegal if you were getting paid a large sum of money? (You can choose the illegal thing) I mean, aren't I already being paid to do illegal things for lots of money? Breaking and entering, very consensual information-gathering, theft of evidence, falsification of identity, planting of evidence when and where necessary... wait, who's asking again? Change of answer: I would never. 😘

What is your favorite non-human creature in the world and why? (Gods count) That's easy! My familiar, Aria! I don't care if she's connected to me, she's not human--and don't you dare make a joke about me not being human either! I am cursed, not something else! And why do I love her? I mean--is she my favorite non-human creature? Well... there's a lot of reasons. For one, she's my familiar. Like, she chose me. Even if she's a crow, too, because she's taken on a bit of my curse... I mean, that's my fault isn't it? Ha... no, I think she's fine. She's still able to sing, and that seems to be enough for her. I guess I like that about her, too. Eh, this is all too gushy. Next question!

If you were forced to kill one person you have met, who would it be? (Not yourself) *looks at the people they've gotten thrown into prison* Yeeeeaaaaah, there's a lot of options there. You really want me to pick one? Look, I already only spared them because it was against the law and my father would've been upset about it. If I'm going to go against their wishes... I'm going to pick a lot more than just one. 😉

Frey (ex-fisherwoman and heiress to the Ula company)

Are you spiritual at all? Are you not? There's so much magic in the air that most people are fae-touched one way or another, and you'd never know if you're speaking to a spirit in disguise or an avatar of the gods. Plus, my dad is an avatar--so it's kinda hard to not worship the gods or whatever other spirits out there that demand your respect. I mean, you want to get on their bad side? *scoff* Good luck with that.

Do you want children? If so how many? Uh, I've never thought about that before actually. Probably not? Maybe? I don't know, honestly. Maybe eventually? *sigh* Give me some years and maybe someone I could actually see myself settling down with and we'll see.

What’s your favorite memory? Oh... this is probably kind of depressing, heh... but it would probably be the day my dad came back from his year-long trip around the world. It'd been storming horribly, he was supposed to be in the area, and I was ten so I thought that him not responding to his transceiver had to mean something happened to him! Turns out, he'd come back early and wanted to surprise me with some gravlax he bought from a specialty place in town. He apologized when he saw how terrified I was, ha, and we spent the night together playing stupid board games. Oh, and he taught me how to make skink! ... I miss him. Dammit...

Daleira (magitech inventor and faerie)

What does your rest day look like? Ha! What rest day? Okay, okay--I actually do rest, but just maybe not in the way you usually would. I enjoy working with all these little magical devices, tinkering with them, figuring out how they work and how we can recreate them... wait, what was I saying? OH RIGHT! So my "rest days" usually just have me working in my workshop with Faer if he's there, haha. That, or maybe taking a stroll around the city! (*mischievous smile*) Anyone who thinks they're going to mess with a lone, helpless girl... well, that's their mistake.

What would be your last meal? I mean, technically--okay, no, sorry, this is supposed to be a game where I take everything literally. No ifs, ands, or buts. Alright. In the situation where I had to choose a last meal... what would I choose? Oooo, I know! I'd love a feast with as much sweets as possible! 🥰 What? Can't a girl love sweets?

If you were a hybrid, what would you want to be morphed with? Ho-kayyy, so! Ignoring technicalities and all of that stuff again. We're going to assume here that I can't choose anything that I already use and that I can't switch my appearance anymore after? Alright. So... I think I would probably pick some kind of bird? 😅 Ha... it's kind-of nerve-wracking to think I'd never be able to shapeshift again, but I like birds! Their wings, and they're pretty, and... yeah, it would be nice to fly.

Your questions!

If you could commit any crime for free and completely get away with it, which crime would you commit? (Saying "I would never commit a crime!!!" is a goody-two-shoes acceptable answer)

What would be your dream ending? Like, if everything in your life went exactly how you wanted, how would it turn out?

What is your greatest fear? And, if you were asked your greatest fear by a creature you thought might use it against you, what would you tell it?

Tagging (with no pressure): @darkandstormydolls @fantasy-things-and-such @yourpenpaldee @themboty and whoever else wants to join!

[shilo-sumac]

Off-Screen Post :3c Um. Our girlie gets hurt but she'll be fine. :3cccc

Tw for gore, and storms, and general Ocs not being okay and Pokemon being in danger! Please lmk if I need more warnings!

There was no time to think, no warning beforehand, dammit why didn’t I watch the news, why didn’t I pay attention, why weren’t my contingency plans better--

There were some measures of course, but Sinnoh wasn’t a place that was often hit by storms, she hadn’t realized how an island would be different.  Idiot, stupid, irresponsible.

No, can’t dwell.  Only act.  Must act.  Go.

Shilo ran into the darkness, commanding her Pokemon to stay.

There was a shout, drowned out by wind and rain.  Alistair?  She shouted something back, something silly, something disarming.  She wasn’t afraid, not really, at least not about herself.  She would be fine.  She always was fine.  

It was her curse.

She lifted a sleeve to her forehead, peering into the darkness.  She could see better than most at night, but the rain and debris whipped around in thick waves.  She knew the island well, but there were obstacles, so many obstacles.  She climbed over downed trees and scrambled away from mudslides.  

Almost there.

She could see the hatchery, the one building that wasn’t quite protected.  A baby that didn’t know its own strength had weakened a wall, and she had meant to fix it, Gods, she meant to fix it, why didn’t she fucking fix it?

She got to the entrance and scooped up the single egg, pink, tied with a little bow, with a Stufful keychain around it.  The hatchery was starting to flood.  She winced at the expensive incubators, now no better than large paperweights.  

Doesn’t matter, can’t dwell, keep going.  

She slipped it into a makeshift pouch tied around her waist.  Not the best, but good enough for now.

She kicked the door to the room for younglings, almost knocking over the Charmander inside.  She whispered apologies to the crying little one, the water hadn’t reached him yet, thank Time.  She lifted him and put him on her back.  

“Don’t let go no matter what, okay?  We’re getting out, I’ll protect you both.”  It grabbed the collar of her shirt tightly, trying to be brave, trying so hard to not cry.

Out once again into the wailing night, running despite being blinded by the brain.  She knew the way back, knew what was in her way, what to expect.

But the terrain had changed.  She hadn’t considered that the mudslides would move the rocks.

She tripped, instinctually turning to her side to protect the egg and baby, landing hard.  She felt a crack in her shoulder.  

Not careful enough.

The Charmander yelped, and she checked him and the egg over, ignoring the shifting bones.  

Later, it can be dealt with later, it can heal, the baby Pokemon can’t make it out without help.

They were okay, if not a bit muddy.  She contemplated her next move, it would be hard to get up in the mud with just one arm.  As she lay there, she heard a worried trill.

Her Kabutops!  It inclined its head, a way to ask if she was okay.  He hadn’t gotten the command to stay inside.  He probably had been busy evacuating his own little entourage of water Pokemon that followed him and had heard the commotion of her fall.

She looked up at him, mostly a silhouette in the rain.  He was old, but his battle scars and chips in his armor gave away his experience.  Retired, but not completely out of the game.  Rock and water type, sturdy enough to get through the rain, agile enough to not get tripped up, not like her.  Plus, with Swift Swim he would make it fine in the storm.  

...  Hopefully.

She untied the pouch clumsily and pried the Charmander off of her as it protested, holding them out.

“Kabby.  Take them to the house.”

The Kabutops clicked as it lowered its head.  She intuited the meaning.  I do not want to leave you.  

She summoned a more commanding voice.  “Please, I’ll be fine.”  She smiled, hoping it couldn’t see the worry in her eyes.

He hesitated a few moments before relenting with a nod, grabbing her precious cargo and disappearing into the night.  She prayed it would be okay.  She couldn’t forgive herself if she hurt another one of her charges, not again. 

She shakily stood, ignoring the pain.  Without the extra weight it was easier, but only just.  The Pokemon were safe now but...  She had to double check the buildings, she had to, she couldn’t trust that they were fine.   

Memory isn’t reliable enough.

It was while she was getting her bearings that she felt the impact.

She opened her eyes again against the outside hatchery wall, a tree branch sharpened by cracking off an old tree protruding from her chest.  Fuck.  She grasped at it weakly.  She inhaled a gurgling breath before coughing up something red.  Not blood, couldn’t be blood.  

Don’t have blood.

... Did have pain receptors, though, and damn it fucking hurt.  Another breath, more coughing, more red getting blown away in the wind, heaviness, broken ribs.  The damned thing was decently thick too, some sort of hardwood.  Oak?  She didn’t know plants that well.  ...  Didn’t really matter anyway.

Lucky shot, wind.

Her hands were shaking, cracks formed up her arms, sucking in the color and any light that flashed from the sky.  These stupid things, every time she was stressed they spread up her arm, starting from their normal position on her palms.  Hopefully they recede again later.

Focus.

She gripped the piece of tree.  Medical knowledge nagged at her to not take it out, that it would cause more damage.  

No other choice.  No one is coming.

She dug her claws into the tree, sinking them into the wood.  She took the deepest breath she could muster with her one working lung.

And she pulled.

The pain was excruciating.  She felt ripping, hollowness, suction.  She ignored the buzzing in her ears.  Heat built inside her head and chest, though her fingers were growing colder.  God, the texture was awful, knife wounds were so much smoother, albeit very, very cold.  Her grip was weakening.

Keep going.

She grit her teeth and roared out into the darkness, and with a horrible wet ripping sound, the branch was extracted.  She tried to not think of the roughness of it, how much it must’ve cut up, how much worse off she probably was now.  She threw the branch to the side, teeth bared in a snarl as if it were still a threat.  Something mixed with the cold rain that slid down the new hole in her shirt, something warm.  

You have been through worse.

She took a step.  So heavy.  She felt like she was going to throw up.  The edges of her vision filled with black and white stars.

You will not perish.

Another step.  Dragging her feet against her will.  Lead felt like it was filling the hollow cavity that had been left behind. 

I will not let you.

Step.

Step. 

She wasn’t even sure if she was going in the right direction.

Step.

Step.

Trip.

Get up.

At this point, it didn’t even feel like she was moving with her own free will.  So heavy.  ...  Keep going forward, keep going forward.

Step.  

Step.

The journey felt blessedly short and painfully long at the same time.  A blur that she was aware of.  Soon the house was in view.  Safety.  Her confidence filled her with enough energy to take the last few steps.

The door flew open, the man she called her roommate almost looked worried.  She ignored his shouting, staring behind him.  Her eyes scanned what little she could see of the inside.  Mr. Kabby was there.  So was the Charmander wrapped in a towel, holding a pink egg.

We’re here.

Shilo collapsed, her blood mixing with the rain.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Y'know what, since i've fleshed out my new OCs a bit more i think it's time to explain them more in-detail! Starting with my danganronpa OC: yuriko togami (so needless to say: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA AHEAD!!!)

I have complete character sheets of her as well as my other OCs on arts and OCs amino (my username on there is VixinTrix)

Oh, and also i feel i need to prefice this by saying that the only danganronpa game i've played so far is trigger happy havoc. I've watched a youtube video a long time ago explaining ALL of the lore but i've tried to forget most of it so that it doesn't ruin my experience playing through the games so i may get some stuff about the game's lore wrong with this character, like i'm not sure if byakuya actually DID rebuild the togami corporation or if people just SAY that he did as a joke considering i only ever see people mention it in the comment sections of meme videos....but i mean...either way i guess it doesn't matter considering yuriko's mother CANONICALLY DIED BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN BE CONCIEVED so she's already not following established lore in that regard...

Yuriko (yuri for short) comes from a danganronpa AU where celestia ludenberg never died (how and why that is the case is up for your interpretation) and she eventually got married to byakuya, resulting in them having a daughter....that daughter, of course, being yuri!

Yuri was born as the heiress of the togami corporation, she lived a sheltered life so she never really had any friends aside from a borzoi puppy she got for her 13th birthday. Growing up all people could really see her as when they met her was just the daughter of celeste and byakuya so she felt the need to prove to the world that she was more than that so she took up chess and constantly practiced every chance she could, which eventually earned her the alias of the ultimate chess master

Personality-wise, yuriko comes off as very cold and harsh much like her parents though it's less "i'm so much better than you and i don't think you deserve my respect" but more "i genuinely do not care about anything that's going on and i just want to be left alone" which means she doesn't really emote much, but when she does she looks absolutely unhinged (think omori's battle portraits in omori)

Despite this however, yuri is very gentle and is quick to crack a joke when she needs to...though it's kind of hard to tell considering she always talks in a very monotone voice (my voice claim for her is simGM's portrayal of kourtney kardashian) plus she LOVES dogs more than anything and will sob uncontrollably if she sees a puppy

Due to the stress of being the heiress of the togami corporation and nobody seeming to care about her aside from who her parents are, she took up smoking weed sometime later in life and she became almost dependant on the substance (and yes, while i know smoking is a VERY SERIOUS thing, i feel like i need to mention that i got the idea of making her a stoner because before i actually drew her design, i liked making jokes about her recreating the "420 gucci gang, my mom took my vape" meme and stuff like that and it kinda just stuck)

Also like, a few days after i made her i realized i accidentally just reinvented my little nightmares OC myrtle soooo.....

Though in my defense, myrtle and yuriko MAY look similar and have similar character motivations but I ASSURE YOU THEY'RE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!! See, myrtle is a pretentious emo brat who takes things way too seriously and her whole story is her trying to fix the universe after she created a dimensional merge with her reality bending powers. YURIKO is a dog-loving stoner who plays chess and simply doesn't give a shit about anything

Also if you think about it, yuriko is pretty much just shaggy from scooby doo....they're both stoners with pet dogs who come from rich families....not only that but considering yuri is a DANGANRONPA OC, that also means she probably solves mysteries....god fucking dammit...

[colorfulnickellandgarden]

god i finally started the new game plus ultra hard forbidden west playthrough and did enough stuff to get iriv’s downfall before getting to barren light, and like… this shit kinda easy? like just dodge and hit em with the upgraded bows and or rail gun spectre gauntlet??

it feels really similar to very hard (which is how i beat it the first time). so,,,

i’m off to go play horizon zero dawn, from the beginning, on ultra hard, on a new save file! i want CHALLENGE, dammit!

[here2bbtstrash]

bts doing no nut november - explicit

been a minute since we did a headcanons post huh!!!! and this felt ~seasonally appropriate~ 🤭 i actually discussed this a million years ago w my hyungline chat and the lovely @goodsoop - thanks for always feeding my insane bts brainrot, love y'all 😩 (and i'm really just considering this as no fap/not discussing or thinking abt partnered sex here, just fyi~)

knj: loses on day 1. this virgo has his masturbation routine down, so engrained as a part of his daily life, that on november first he doesn't even realize what day it is. he just busts a fat nut to one of his very favorite porn videos (downloaded to his computer ofc) without thinking twice about it, and it's only as he's cleaning up the mess that he's like.... fuuuuuuck.... i knew i was forgetting something 🤦‍♂️

ksj: doesn't do it out of protest OR reluctantly agrees but then quits on day 1. y'all simply are not gonna tell this man what to do! he comes when he wants to come dammit! his dongsaengs might be able to convince him to "say" he'll do it, but the minute he actually wants to jerk off, the competition is over lmao. there's not even any good reason why he should hold it in - besides, isn't that bad for you??? unhealthy??? this game is stupid and he doesn't wanna play 😤

myg: has no trouble not coming for 30 days, could probably win on accident. i feel the agust d hoes coming to fight me about this one but i'm sorry 🤷‍♀️ imo yoongs is a low libido guy!!! and you can't change my mind!!!!! make your own post lol! imo he'd rather save it for when he's with a partner, and besides, he's obviously too busy working or sleeping or watching cat videos. plus it's just so much effort and he hates having to deal with the mess after. he's fine with it, homie probably ends up in no-nut january without even really meaning to 🥱

jhs: wins, but it's a struggle. we all know he's got that serious business 'dance teacher hobi' scary amount of self control.... but eventually his ~urges~ do get pretty strong and hard (lol) to ignore. i can see hoseok being one to try and keep himself busy to keep the horny thoughts away 🤣 his big-ass closet is getting reorganized, new choreo is getting learned for no reason, and if you see him spam a ton of selfies on instagram, it's cause he's trying to distract himself 🤪

pjm: tries and absolutely loses. mini is sooooo physical and touchy i just don't see this one working out for him. in the beginning of the month i think he feels like it's pretty easy and he wants to do good and get praised by the other members, but midway through november he gets pretty desperate. he tells himself it's not really masturbating if he just humps against the bed and doesn't finish, but then one thing leads to another and it just.... feels too good to stop 🫠

kth: does it wrong and wins. we all know taehyung lives on his own mf planet so i absolutely believe this man is gonna EDGE himself for 30 days in a row. literally bring himself right to the brink of orgasm, then hop in a cold-ass shower and carry on with his life. it's fun for him 🤭 and when the members tell him he's doing it wrong, he says he's doing the advanced version 😏 and i just.... god bless whoever is on the receiving end of that load on december first lmfaoooooo ���

jjk: OF COURSE HE FUCKING WINS. jk is the one who makes everyone participate, no fucking question, and he is in it to WIN IT bc of course he is. i know he's a jerkoff pro tho so he has to suddenly deal with having.... EVEN MORE excess energy than usual 🤣 we're talking multiple workout sessions a day, every day, just to burn it all off (namjoon goes with him even tho he's already lost 🥲). maybe even a tattoo session to help get his mind off things idk 👀 and when it's finally december first he's jerking off til his dick is RAW lmfao 💀

what do you think? any you agree/disagree with? 👀 lemme know~

[adrian-the-lonely-writer]

Transitions

A fluffy 'Dean WinchesterXTrans!Male' Reader one-shot where you had come out to Dean, and Dean decided he's going to do everything he can to support you.

“So,” Dean began. His heart was pounding. He rather be facing any number of ghosts and ghouls to avoid fucking this part up. Hell, he’d even take a few demons over this. Anything over these tense emotional moments. Still, he was glued to the bed, hand holding yours. He loved you. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of helping you.

“Y-yeah?” You stumbled over your words. You had no idea how your boyfriend was going to handle the news. Tears were threatening to fall over your cheeks as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Dean swallowed. Dammit, his brother mentioned something like this in the past. Why couldn’t he remember now? “Well in that case, I suppose we better get you some comfier clothes. C’mon.” He stood up, offering his hand to you. Looking up, you saw that same smile dance across his lips, the same smile you fell in love with. “Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped into his arms, relief and love washing over you. Dean just chuckled, quietly as he shifted to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “Thanks Dean…Thank you so much.”

“Of course. You have a different name you like to be called now?”

“Y/N now- I uh, kinda picked it out when I realized I just-”

“Y/N is perfect babe.” His lips left a light little peck at your nose. “C’mon. Sammy’s with Bobby looking for another job, let’s take the day to get you feeling as good as possible, hm? I just had that great poker payout-”

“I thought that was for silver bullets-”

“Pshh. I can win another game or too.” Dean went to smile, but it quickly drooped into a frown. “Your clothes...do they make you feel-” He tried to find the right word.

“Dysphoric? Well I mean a bit. I didn’t exactly have time to choose great clothes when I ran off with you Dean.” Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was digging through his duffle.

“I was going to drop them off somewhere, they feel a little small.” Dean grinned, poking his head back up. In his hands were an AC/DC shirt and an old pair of jeans. He even pulled out his spare hunting boots. “Might not be the most practical all the time, but we’ll get you some stuff today.”

You tried not to cry once again.

Few minutes later, you found yourself wrapped up in your boyfriend's clothes, in the passenger seat of the car. AC/DC rang out through the speakers. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You...really don’t mind Dean?”

“Mind? Why the hell would I mind?”

“Well you were into me as a-”

“I am into you, period.” Dean smiled a little. “Masculine, feminine, It makes no difference to me. You are still you. So, clothes we’re doing. Not half assed Walmart clothes either, we’re gonna get you some good hunting gear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Masculine fake IDs from now on, easy enough. Anything else you need?”

“At the moment, I’m not sure...I kinda like what Sam does with his hair so I don’t think I’ll cut it off yet. It isn’t as long as his at the moment anyway.” You giggled at the scrunch in Dean’s nose at the mention of his brother.

“Cute guy with a ponytail never hurts either. Ah. Here’s the shop.”

“Dean this is a mall-”

“Yeah, sporting goods, including guns, bullets, as well as various clothing stores to get you what you need. Plus crowds to blend into. Malls are great Y/N.” He turned into the parking lot, picking a spot somewhere in the middle. “Plus, the impala doesn’t stick out too much here.”

Dean slipped out of his side, opening the door for you before you were even unbuckled. His calloused hand still felt tender as it grasped yours tightly, pulling you towards the store.

Your boyfriend was right after all. The crowds were seamless and the selection would be much greater.

“I’m thinking, we hit the sporting goods store, get some food and supplies. Take our time with it. Then just meet up with Sam and Bobby for the job, sound good Y/N?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.” Your smile was glued to your face as you leaned against his arm walking into the shop Dean had picked. “Is this where you got all your flannels and things?”

“Most of em, yeah. Why? You like that one?” He winked as he saw your cheeks turn a little pink. Sure, you loved the flannel. It made you feel more you, it also smelled like the man you loved more than anything.

“Well it’s nice and warm and-” You tripped over your words again. “Just really nice hunting clothes ya know? Like durable enough you have some protection, it’s also warm enough for nights but I can always open it ya know.”

“Great. So a couple flannels. Some jeans that won’t trip you up. Shirts.” Dean guided you to the clothing area of the store, whipping out his cellphone.

“Dean? Something the matter?” He doesn’t often look at his screen with that much concentration.

“Nope. I was just looking at a size chart.” He matched his screen to a couple of the tags. “These your colors?” He held out some forest green flannel and a black shirt.

“To start with, yeah! Although lighter colors are still nice. I don’t want anything thinking I’m your little brother if I match your style.”

“My style is functional and timeless. Plus, if I had a nickel for everyone who thought Sam and I should-” He scowled as you laughed. You couldn’t help but pick up those books when you saw them. Plus, as prank wars broke out it definitely gave you an upper hand.

“Alright, I concede your style is wonderful Dean.”

“Damn right it is.” He smiled a little. “But I get it, c’mon. Let’s walk around and see what catches your eye.”

The two of you scoured the store from top to bottom. Dean’s arms quickly became laden with fabric as you both approached the fitting rooms.

“Find everything you need sir, and-?” The guy in charge of the rooms spoke.

“Sir.” You introjected. Your heart rate spiked a little. Dean’s hand rested on your shoulder as he nodded to the cashier, as if confirming what you said.

“Of course, right this way. Here is your room, sir.” Without batting an eye the cashier escorted you back to try on your new wardrobe.

“Give 'em hell babe!” Dean called after you, taking his seat. He fiddled with his phone. Sam had finally convinced him to upgrade, and this one had a camera on it.

Quickly, pulse racing, you put on the first outfit of clothes, and slipped outside to model for Dean. Your nerves subsided when met with that goofy grin of his, and you couldn’t help but match it.

“You look amazing.”

“I feel amazing.”

“Wanna try more?” Dean snapped a photo. “That’s gonna be my new cell wallpaper.” You stuck your tongue out to him, a look he cheekily returned.

You went through this a few more times. Different mixed and matched outfits and hunting gear. Dean flirting with you every time you slipped into his sight. Soon you had a week's worth of clothes, with some extras to wear during a wash. Eventually you made it towards the food court, carrying the bags. You both went immediately to the burger stand and sat down.

“Fucck~” Dean’s eyes were closed in bliss. “I forgot how amazing these burgers were.”

“God we ate at gas stations so much I had forgotten food could be juicy.” You were devouring your burger as ravenous as Dean was. Oblivious to the look he was giving you.

Dean just smiled, chewing as he looked at you. It had only been a few months since you were traveling with him. Demon blooded kid like Sammy, you wanted to be able to help. Truthfully you were thankful they accepted.

Dean sometimes kicks himself at night for almost saying no. He had fallen for you, hard, the first time you rode in the back of the car. The way your eyes lit up as his own music started to play. The way you got along with Sam. He had fallen hard. You were perfect in his eyes now as you were then.

“Dean?...” Your voice was quiet, head against the window. After eating Dean had loaded you and your new things into the impala before starting to make your guy’s way to Bobby's place.

The excitement of the day had driven your eyelids to a close by this point. The soft rumblings of the engine were lulling you to sleep. Dean’s hand found yours once more, with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you Dean…”

“I love you too Y/N.” His words were the last things you heard before finally succumbing to sleep.

Dean drove on, hand never leaving yours. He had found the best boyfriend in the world, and he intended to keep things that way.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #140: Vlad III (Extra)

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making the cooking daddy himself, Vlad III! This build will combine the Brute Fighter and Undead Warlock to create an unstoppable juggernaut who strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies. (Also spears. He strikes spears into the heart of his enemies.)

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Christmas... 2!

Race and Background

Unlike your other self, you’re still a Human of the variant variety, giving you +1 Charisma and +1 Wisdom. Sometimes will is a wisdom save, sometimes its a charisma save, so you’ll be good with both. You also get proficiency with Intimidation because duh, and you get the Piercer feat. This lets you re-roll a die of piercing damage once per turn, and critical hits get an extra die of damage. It also gives you +1 Strength. 

Like a lot of other servants, you’re a Noble. (If you’re sick of this background, yell at history for only focusing on rich people.) This gives you proficiency with History and Persuasion skills.

Ability Scores

“Vlad the Impaler is somewhat terrifying” is a true statement in the sense of “The ocean’s kinda damp.” So make Charisma your highest stat for the highest intimidation bonus. It also takes a surprising amount of force to turn people into shish kebabs, so make sure your Strength is also pretty high. Third on the list of Just Vlad Things is Wisdom for an unbreakable will. It’s sad these couldn’t all be 20s, but we can fix that a little while in. You can’t wage horrific amounts of bloodshed on the populace if you get tired easily, so Constitution comes a bit later. Your Intelligence isn’t great- you’re a noble so it’s not like you’d have a bad education, we just needed other stuff more. Finally, dump Dexterity. Those spikes are cool, but they make it super easy to get caught on stuff.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: Unsurprisingly, someone with the name “the Impaler” is pretty good with stabbing people. As a fighter, you get proficiency with Strength and Constitution saves, as well as the Athletics and Survival skills.

Your Defense fighting style gives you +1 AC, and your Second Wind lets you heal yourself as a bonus action once per short rest. The secret to vigilance is knowing when to take a break. 

2. Fighter 2: Thanks to Action Surge, you can now add an extra action to your turn once per short rest. The second secret of vigilance is knowing when to bug out and stab people.

3. Fighter 3: Not gonna lie, despite your upbringing you’re still kind of a brute. The good news is this lets you use Brute Force to shove your spear even further in, dealing 1d4 extra damage with all weapon attacks. This die will grow as you level up.

4. Fighter 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to grab the Heavy Armor Master feat, rounding up your strength and reducing all nonmagical physical damage you take by 3. The third secret of vigilance is not getting hurt. Just don’t do it! It’s that easy.

5. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack each attack action, letting you cut through enemies faster than we’re cutting through these levels!

6. Warlock 1: Despite the update to your looks, you’re still getting some of your power from the legend of Dracula, making you an undead warlock. This gives you a Form of Dread that you can transform into for one minute. While transformed you gain temporary HP, once per turn you can force a wisdom save on a creature, frightening it if it fails, and you are immune to being frightened. You can use this a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus per long rest. Look, you are a pretty scary guy.

Speaking of things that recharge on long rests, there’s nothing else. 

But there are your Spells, which you cast with Charisma and have spell slots that recharge on short rests. Eldritch Blast and Sword Burst are decent enough substitutes for weapons, as long as you don’t mind them doing force damage. You can also Cause Fear to freak out people even more, and Protection from Evil and Good will help you if you get in too deep with the bigger fish. Or if your bosses try giving you a hard time.

7. Fighter 6: Use this ASI to bump up your Strength for more hitting things. Hitting things is good.

8. Fighter 7: Seventh level brutes get Brutish Durability, letting you add 1d6 to all your saves. In addition, if adding this to a death save increases it past 20, it counts as a natural 20. It’s not quite vampirism but hey, at least you’re not from Ixalan. 

9. Fighter 8: Another ASI, another feat! Grab the Resilient feat to get proficiency with Wisdom saves, and also add 1 to your wisdom score. Mind control’s no joke. Except to you, because you’re really good at ignoring it.

10. Fighter 9: Making things even more unfair for your saves, this level makes you Indomitable, letting you re-roll a failed save once per long rest.

11. Warlock 2: Bouncing back to warlock for a bit more goodies. Eldritch Invocations customize your vampire experience, with Devil’s Sight giving you darkvision for your dumb human eyes and Agonizing Blast making your eldritch spears a bit more of a match for the real ones.

You can also cast Comprehend Languages, because despite being a medieval warlord you can still go to modern Japan and not be horribly confused.

12. Fighter 10: Tenth level brutes get a larger damage increase to their brute force, which now deals 1d6 damage. Your new Superior Technique also lets you make a Menacing Strike once per short rest, using a d6 as your superiority die. Hit somebody, and then they have to make a wisdom save (dc 8+proficiency+strength modifier) or they’re frightened of you for a round.

Have I mentioned you’re scary yet? You’re scary yet.

13. Fighter 11: Eleventh level fighters get another Extra Attack each action. Now you can kill enemies almost as quickly as describing what extra attack does got old.

14. Fighter 12: Last feat, I promise. Use this ASI to grab the Chef feat, rounding out your wisdom and making you a true cooking daddy. This gives you proficiency with cook’s utensils, and as part of a short rest you can cook for the party. This gives 4 plus your proficiency bonus creatures an additional 1d8 hit points when they use their hit dice to heal. Also over the course of an hour or after a long rest, you can cook your proficiency bonus in treats. Creatures can eat a treat as a bonus action to gain some temporary hp.

15. Fighter 13: Another use of Indomitable per long rest? Why, that’s almost as unique as this level description!

16. Fighter 14: Bump up your Constitution for some more HP. Not dying- it’s what’s for dinner.

17. Fighter 15: Fifteenth level brutes learn how to land Devastating Criticals, dealing your fighter level in extra damage when you score a critical hit on a creature.

You may remember that this is the same thing that mercy monk had, and it’s still just as terrifying here.

18. Fighter 16: Use your last ASI to bump your Charisma up a bit, making you even scarier and also more magical.

19. Fighter 17: Another Action Surge per short rest, and another Indomitable per long rest. I don’t think fighter is a simple class, but I absolutely see why people would think that, seeing as they don’t get any new abilities past 9th level.

20. Fighter 18: Your capstone level makes you a Survivor. You’re not gon’ give up, and you’re not gon’ stop. This also means you gain HP each turn as long as you’re bloodied and not at 0 HP. You gain 5 plus your constitution modifier each turn.

Pros:

You’ve got two of the big three saves (wisdom and charisma) down pat, with each save at least 1d20+1d6+9, and indomitable backing you up. God help your enemies if you’ve got a paladin in the same party, because by that point you’re probably just immune to charms.

On top of that, you deal solid damage, dealing an almost critical hit each turn and even more when you do land a nat 20. Adding your level to your damage was scary on Martha, and it’s still scary here.

You have over 150 hp, an AC of 20, and constant healing. Basically, you can deal tons of damage, and are very hard to kill in the interim.

Cons:

Despite excelling at the other two saves of the big three, we dumped dexterity, and even all your save nonsense can’t fix a -1 modifier. Also, good luck going anywhere unnoticed.

Eldritch Blast is nice and all, but most of your damage is non-magical, meaning actually fighting those demons you’ve got your eye on will be an issue if you’ve got a stingy DM.

Not going to lie, the second the undead get involved, your options for joining parties gets a bit slimmer. Of course there’s nothing stopping you from putting Vlad in your game as an NPC, but it’s something to keep in mind as a player. (Of course this only made the list because picking weaknesses was pretty hard, but it still counts dammit.)

[crazy-bi-btch]

Exploring ( Sweet Pea X Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea and Y/n have a dirty secret that can lead to trouble.

Paring: Sweet Pea X Reader

Warning: NSFW, MA, smutttt like alottt, light BDSM

Word count: 5k

A/N: Okay  so this was a request from a long time ago and i like how it started so I want to make a second part to it! Hope yall like it!

-Present time-

“ We need to talk!” Cheryl grabbed my arm, pulling me into the nearest empty classroom. I flinched as she pressed on the fresh bruise. Her eyes widened, “ Take the jacket off!”

I sneered, “ Damn, Cheryl— don’t think Toni would like that.” She glared at me and I caved in. That's it. Our secret will be brought out by Ms. Cheryl blossom. I told Sweet Pea, not to leave a noticeable mark. But of course, this is Sweat Pea I’m talking about. Shit. I annoyingly took my serpent coat off and Cheryl’s eyes widened and a small gasp left the poor girl.

Now how the hell do I tell her that the serpent that is the most trouble in the gang is secretly fucking me behind everyone’s back.

“ Jesus! Y/n What the actual—” 

“ I can explain.” I rush over to her to coax her from making a big fuss. She was furious. I mean she’s the biggest feminist I know beside Betty and Veronica.

“ Did the ghoulies do this to you! WHO DID THIS! IS THIS THE BOY—” I clamped my hand over her loud ass mouth. 

“Shhh!” She mumbled under my mouth and rolled her eyes crossing her arms. 

“ No one beat me up! It’s this boy—”

“Is he hurting you because I can send some serpents, his way!” She practically stomped, her frown very visible. I sheepishly remembered every single bruise and mark and how they were made.

“ It’s...a sex...thing” I mumbled avoiding her glare, she clearly couldn’t hear me.

“Huh?” Her arms crossed and an annoyed face pressuring me to spill my truth.

“ God dammit Cheryl I’m having kinky sex..” I whisper-shouted, a blush invading me as I heard myself admit it. 

She looked like she was about to faint. “ That-” she pointed wide-eyed, I nodded, pulling the coat over my bruised arms. She turned around, rubbing her temples.

“ With who? And what the hell is wrong with you! It looks so-” I cocked my eyebrow at her

“Painful?” 

“ YES!” She exclaimed concerned, I giggled softly.

“ Don’t kink shame me Cheryl Blossom because I know damn well you and Toni go all 50 shades of gray.” She blushed but was ready to counterattack like always.

“ But I don’t bruise her— visibly!” She pointed out again, I sighed and hugged her.

“ Look, I know you’re concerned… but I’m fine... We have a safeword and it's fun!” I reassured her as she hugged back.

“ Okay… I trust you! But I don’t know about him. Who is he?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at me. I smirked at her. 

“ That’s a secret I’ll never tell..” I giggled and ran out the classroom, but not before hearing her classic  groan of annoyance.

-48 hours before-

Saturday. It was finally here! Your phone rang, waking you up from your deep slumber.

“Fuckkk…” I groaned, half asleep as I blindly looked for my annoying phone.” Hello.”

“Hey.” My stomach flipped and my eyes shot open. Sweet Pea.

“ Hey.” I smiled softly as his voice gave me the energy and brightness enough for the day. Then I realized, today is our ‘appointment’.

“ Just decided to call you and let you know I’m excited for today.” The smirk in his voice is practically oozing. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“ Oh really? What is so special today?” I acted coy with a hint of playfulness, his demeanor fell as his voice cracked. 

“ Don’t play with me y/n.” He hissed softly into the phone, it sent a shock straight to my core. I bit my lip. 

“ Sorry Pea...I can’t meet with you today. I have another meeting with someone else tonight.” I teased, laying back into my pillows like a cliche teenage girl in a teen-drama movie.

He groaned, clearly angry, “ Who the fuck….— In a minute Fangs! I swear to god y/n if your fucking someone else.”

“ Yeah I am….and he takes very good care of me… he’s my daddy..” I edged him even more, the game suddenly starting now. The small sigh and chuckle that he released gave my heart a kick. He was jealous.

“ He sure does huh?” He teased  his voice suddenly deeper and lower. “ I have a surprise for you tonight. More like a gift.” Then the background noise became more noticeable.

“ Oh really?” I questioned—suddenly curious,  he then changed the subject signaling Fangs and the others were around.

“ Yes, Doug, 6:00pm I know! You and your stupid stash. See you then.” Sweet Pea gloated with laughs of the boys echoing through,” You better pay up a little more than last time.” The last part was definitely for me. Then he hung up. 

I squealed in excitement as I tossed and turned in bed. It sucked being friends with benefits, in secret may I add. It’s extremely hard and exhausting, but we knew that. We both found that in sex we weren’t getting what we wanted. We weren’t fulfilled. So on a drunk night as we were the last up in the trailer as everyone else was passed out drunk. We played a stupid game.

Flashback

“ Never have I ever faked an orgasm.” Sweet Pea slurred, laughing at nothing, barely able to sit still. 

“ Shhh! Be quiet! Umm… Yes I have!” I stifled a giggle as my finger fell from the rest that were propped up.

“Ohh I want to know!” He teased taking another swing of his beer. I pretended to zip my mouth and throw the key making us laugh.

“ My turn, Never have I ever wanted to try something new in bed.” I giggled like a 13 year old as I slurred it out. Pea shrugged and put his finger down. I exaggerated a gasp pointing at his finger.

“ Sweet Pea is kinky!” I laughed but shushed myself.(Very drunk may I add) “ Me too!” I exclaimed. And we both fell silent as we both stared at our 3 fingers remaining up.

“Never Have I ever wanted to be tied up during sex.” His voice serious and dark. And I was suddenly quiet. 2 fingers were left.

“ Never have I ever wanted her to call me daddy.” I sighed out, praying for him to drop a finger. If not then that would be embarrassing. But his finger fell.

“Never Have I ever wanted to be choked.” His signature smirk came out as he realized his power over me now. I was left with one finger. I gulped.

“ Never Have I ever wanted to fuck my bestfriend.” I croaked out, both of our expressions falling. His finger fell. “ We’re tied.” I sighed as I stared at his lips. He gulped and put his hand down, ending the game. Our eyes say everything. We wanted this….bad. 

In an instant we both crawled toward each other meeting in a fiery kiss, breaking the innocent friendship we had and entering a whole new dimension. 

End flashback

We snuck around, doing all of our deepest fantasies. We were exploring our sexual fantasies. BDSM, nothing bad with that right? Except that it was ruining our friendships around us. We were lying to them. Making them believe we have suddenly become enemies. That we couldn’t stand each other in public, at times hurting each other's feelings.

My trailer was farther to the sides from our friends trailer which made it easy for Sweet Pea to come to me. Plus, I had to put soundproof padding in my trailer room, my excuse for when friends came over. “I’m working on my singing career from home.” They believed it. 

Boys were too afraid to hurt me, or not be hard enough. But Sweet Pea… He lived for that. We fit perfectly. 

I finally decided all that overthinking and reminiscing was not gonna keep me as excited. Unless, I looked for the old iphone in my drawer where we kept our...videos. We filmed moments but only on this old phone and it NEVER leaves my drawer. We vowed it was for us but mostly for me when things happen and we can’t meet up.

I logged into it, opening the photos and started looking through all the different videos. One was that one time on Valentine’s day when he got me a new toy. It was cute and simple, but the ribbon that tied the box was long enough for my wrist to tied together also. That night was rough, safeword was used once because he didn’t let me come for the 4th time! The way he degraded and fucked my on camera seemed to always trigger those vivid memories for moments like these.

Just as I was about to pull my pants down and ease my ache, my phone dang—cutting my mood. 

SP: Red or Blue?

That was a strange message.

Y/n: Red? Why

SP: you’ll find out ;)

Okay now this was gonna kill me! 

I went on with my day cleaning the trailer, taking a shower and shaving, taking my birth control (Sweet pea pays for it and also plan B for just-in-case moments) and finishing any homework I know I will not do tomorrow because I will be too sore to do. It was 4pm and I was feeling bored out of my mind. Usually he comes earlier so we can actually do friend stuff like hang out and watch a movie but today was different. I decided to change into a cute red lace set since he did ask what color I wanted. I did light makeup and curled my hair. 

“ Damn, I look fuckable ass fuck.” I commented as I saw my reflection. Some light green on my thighs from the previous week slowly fading. A quick idea popped into my head.It would piss him off, but it would be good to let him know. I took my phone and texted.

Y/n: Wyd?

SP: Doing some serpent stuff, missing me already?

I scoffed at his cocking response.

Y/N: Maybe… Anyone around you??

SP: No...I’m in the truck waiting for them? Why?

 I jumped up in excitement and positioned myself by the mirror in the perfect angle to get a glance at everything pretty much. He’s gonna be furious… but I won’t mind. I made sure to send them quickly. Sitting down in anticipation.

Sweet Pea stared at his phone after not getting a response, it made him a little suspicious and antsy for the boys to hurry from the daily drop off service. But when he saw two pictures pop out, his vein by his temple was practically about to pop. She knew the risks. What if he wasn’t alone? They would have seen! And bam no more sex. He locked his phone and honked 4 times and the boys came running out ready to leave.

“ Yoooo Sweet’s what's the rush!” Fangs and the other laughed, he sternly glared at them.

“ I got shit to handle so can we go!” Fangs nodded but stifled a laugh as they drove away.

He didn’t respond! What the hell. He may be too busy. I decided to wear an oversized shirt and walk to the living room where I watched Friends pass the time. Then my phone rang. It was Sweet Pea.

SP: You're in trouble.

My heart raced, I got up and ran to the room making sure to get everything out, lube, handcuffs, ribbon. I sat on the bed leg shaking slightly. Then I heard the familiar steps that led up to my trailer door. His spare key twisted into the lock. Just in time. The butterflies in my stomach flutter all the way down to my thighs and core. He came in taking his boots and coat off. His footsteps coming towards the room. And I froze putting the best puppy eye dog eyes that would not save me. His face was serious, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. 

“ Hi.” I sheepishly spoke. I took a deep breath.

“ You know what you did was risky, right?” He barked, I got up making my way towards him, but he backed up slightly. 

“ I’m sorry.. I thought since you said you were alone...I missed you.” I crossed my arms defeated and looked down at the floor. Maybe what I did was out of line. Fuck this isn’t a relationship where you can send nudes Y/n! These were dick appointments, that's it!

I sighed defeated, “ If you wanna reschedule that’s fine… It was out of line—” I turned away from him only to be yanked up against him.

 His hot breath fanning against mine, a bruising hold on both my arms.” Why would I pass up the opportunity to punish you.” Just like that, I was putty in his hands. Like always. He made sure to forcefully take the oversized shirt off throwing it somewhere, to reveal what the photos told him. He watched as I stood flustered, shocked, and blush red. His hot gaze is enough to get me going. He sat at the edge of my bed and pulled out a small box from his leather jacket. It was black. He signed for me to get closer so I did. I towered over him slightly as he handed the box a smirk on his face. I eyed the box suspiciously.

“ Open it.” He urged so I did. My mouth fell open slightly. It was a red butt plug. What the fuck. I looked at him dead in the eyes.

“ I know you said you weren’t ready for anal...but I thought this would help ease us in. Literally.” he chuckled darkly. I was speechless. It was hot, and uncomfortable to think that it would end up...there. I sighed shakily. He caught on to my nervousness.

“ Remember at any time you can stop me.” He reassured, making me smile softly. Besides the sex, he always was my friend never pushing me to do anything I didn’t want. I nodded and took it and placed it by the nightstand where the lube and other stuff were. I walked back easing my way to straddle his lap and take his leather jacket off. Our gaze is soft and friendly for now.

“ I’m sorry again you know.” I sighed my hands working on any knots in his shoulders, his eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed under her. Deep down Sweet pea would be a sub for her if it meant it started with massages. 

“ It's fine.” He sighed, seeing him vulnerable for a brief moment made me ache and even more wet than I was. I pushed my body fully up against his, arms draping around his neck. His eye opened to meet my dark ones. My hips grounded down on him, “ I’m ready.” I sighed, that was enough for Pea to grab her hips forcefully gripping them down to make her feel the hard-on she caused. 

“ You made me hard in the fucking truck,” He made one of his arm free to hold her chin forcefully to make her stare at him while he spoke. Y/N yelled softly as she tried to keep her eyes from rolling back as he rutted his hips towards her. “ I couldn’t get out of the truck, I had to drop them off.” 

“ That was the plan daddy.” I moaned, making him growl in frustration. He pushed me off him, hand in my hair as he yanked me to the mirror where I took the pictures. It was a long full body mirror by my bed. His body flush against my back, one arm still in my hair and the other racking his ringed up fingers against my skin. 

“ You’re gonna look at yourself, and learn why you don’t tease me.” His lips on my neck as his finger roughly yanks the lace bra cup down, making me squeal. The electric feeling as his cold finger massaged my breast made me dizzy.

“ Pea…” I sighed rolling my eyes back, head limp against his shoulder. His grip on my hair wakes me from my bliss.

“ Look!” He barked, making my goosebumps jump out, his neck went back to work. His arm slowly going back but skimming down to where I needed him the most. I knew he wasn’t going to give it to me that easy. “ Please...Daddy” I whimpered as he barely grazed the skin on my thighs. He bit harder on my neck as he pushed his leg between my thighs, hand dipping into my core. I let out a shaky gasp as he went straight for my clit.

“Fuck.” I gasped watching as his fingers teasingly moved circles around it. My hand reached to cover his for support, for once he didn’t intervene.  And the other reached to his hard on that was covered but prominent against me. Pea couldn’t help but let her touch him, he watched as her hooded eyes watched as he slowly touched her. But the moment her hand gripped his hand he yanked it away and tsked her. He walked away from her taking his shirt off.

I stood stunned and breathless, the ache only growing by the minute. I turned around and followed him by removing the rest of the bra. And pried at his muscular back. Kissing it softly wrapping my arms around him.

“ You just don’t know when to keep your hands to yourself now.” The ribbon in his hands as he turned around. Fuck. With one shove I was on the bed with Pea crawling up to tie my wrists together above my head. 

“ C’mon Pea…” I whined as my hips bucked towards him for any friction, fuck was it painful. He smirked down at me.

“ You  know that's not how it works right?” I groaned in annoyance. His face came down close to hers as his hands wrapped around her thighs and as pulling her flush against him again. 

“ Pea kiss me or so help me—” His mouth was instantly on mine, nothing fluff about it. open , hot kisses as my hips wildly looked for him. His hand suddenly smacked my ass leaving a deep red print.

“ Shit-” I cried against him, his mouth moving against my jaw, his tongue leaving a hot trail down to the valley of my bare breasts. I resisted against the restraints as his ringed fingers and mouth attacked my breast.

“ Your squirming even before I touch you, you're so needy.” He laughed against my skin. I blushed madly arching my back towards him.” Answer.” He hissed, as his hand rubbed hard and rough circles against my clit. I bit my lip trying to talk.

“ Yes..ugh...Daddy..fuckkk” I moaned loudly as his pattern quickened and his finger flicked my nipple. The overstimulation nearly brought me to the edge, he watched me from above how breathlessly I squirmed, threw my head back and clamped my thighs around him. Just as I felt the brink, he pulled away. I whimpered out in pain, feeling empty again. Sweet Pea made sure to leave any mark all over her body avoiding her whimpers and cries for his actions. His fingers plunging into her abruptly, at a vicious pace that made her scream. He made sure to stare right at her as she exchanged glances to his actions and his wicked smile. “ You want hard, rough? That’s what you want right?” he spat gritting his teeth as he felt her wall clench and contract against his fingers.

“ Oh my goddd…. YES!” I screamed staring deep into his evil eyes, “ Daddy harder please!” My head thrashing back as I felt my legs convulse and shake. I wanted to come so bad, and the wet sounds that came out of me were not helping. My fingers were placed on the covers as they remain tied up above me. “ Not yet.” He whispered softly against the shell of my ear as he stopped again. I shivered as my body tried to recover from another withdrawal, eyes shut in pain as my clit throbbed from lack of release.” Please….Please.” Tears at the brim of my eyes, searching into his for a little bit of mercy. He only ignored me and turned me around chest into the mattress and ass up. The lube coming in contact with my asshole sending a jolt up my spine. At this point anything that would give me some pleasure was acceptable. Pea made sure to adjust my wrist and tie them again against my back, and my face on the mattress. He then kissed my head as the tip of the plug made contact with me. I hissed softly as he slowly pushed it in. Surprisingly, It wasn’t as bad as I thought. 

I sighed as I felt somewhat full as it sat in me. “ Damn baby.” He mumbled, I could practically picture his face. All flustered and vulnerable at her position and gleaming core. 

Not long after his hands held my tied arms in a tight grip as he grinned against me.” mhm.’” one hand constantly smacking my ass till my buttcheek felt numb. I really won’t be able to sit tomorrow. “ You're such a slut begging for me… for this… Can’t even wait till I get home.” He seethed as his rough jeans rubbed perfectly against me and the plug. 

I moaned loudly, “ Pea fuck me please! Anything I promise you anything but fuck me please!” I yelled in frustration as I tried wiggling my hips to get any extra friction. He grunted in defeat and practically sighed in relief as I heard his belt unbuckled and the bed suddenly becoming light behind me. I tried looking around to see him, but only his hand made sure to push me further into the mattress. “ You wanted this, so take it!” He roughly shoved himself into me with no warning, a loud gasp ripping through me followed by a choked moan. His size always felt like the first time, painful and blissful at the same time. “ FUCK!” Pea moaned as he steadied his hips as he made sure to feel that moment, being deep in her, ass up, red ribbon around her wrists like a present, shit it was perfect. He pulled out and back in bruisingly fast, hands back on her arms.

“ Shit shit shit!” I screamed out my eyes shut as he hit the right spot constantly but grazed the plug as he pulled out.

“ You look….so gorgeous right now fuck.” He grunted as Pea focused on not coming anytime soon but rather feeling every inch tighten around him. Just for him. Only making his grip on her arms terribly harder. The pain and pleasure as he bruisingly fucked her from behind only made her squeeze her eyes shut, her mouth wide as she felt the familiar knot about to explode. 

“ I’m going to cum! Holy shit please Pea let me cum pleaseee!” I begged as Pea made sure to rub hard and fast fingers against her clit. 

“ Come on baby, take it, squirt for me baby.” The profanities and the way his voice and body worked around her did just what he asked.

“ Shit shit shit!” I cried out as my legs shook and fluid leaked out around Pea’s finger.

“Fuck.” He growled and made sure to keep fucking her through her orgams, nearing her to the next one. 

I screeched softly and huffed as he kept his bruising pace, “ Pea oh my gawd Don’t stop! Fuck me!” Sweet Pea practically came then and their but pulled out to control himself. 

“ No, NO!” I cried as my wrist withered to pull him back. Pea shakily sighed, stroking himself softly. He watched as she squirmed and whimpered trying to be set loose. He untied her wrist sending a buzzing feeling of excitement through her as she propped herself only for a second. Pea made sure to pull her around by her hair. “ You really are prettier all tied up, huh.” He teased. 

I widened my eyes, “ No! Not again!” I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss and flush against my hot skin. The feeling of his skin against her finger pads was heavenly. It was rare to be able to touch him, and when he let her, she loved it. Her mouth on his hungrily as her hips bucked against his hard on. Pea grunted against her mouth, his hands moving from her breast where he quickly pulled on her red nipples and down to her bruised hips. “ You won’t be able to walk for a week baby girl.” He whispered as he teasingly rubbed against my swollen nerve. A weak moan only for a response. He slipped in easily and then faster, digging his mouth onto my neck as I scratched his shoulders. “ Ohhh, Yes….Mmmm” I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist as he pounded so hard into me, practically into the mattress. 

Pea made sure to come up to see her face as she practically cried at her second painful release. Seeing her silently watch in awe as her eyes rolled back, it brought him to the edge.

“ Come on cum with me, Come on!” Pea yelled his chin forcing her to look at his furious face, only adding to her orgasm. Pea made sure to keep his pace as she yelled his name and tears ripped through her as she threw her head back. As she saw white, Pea went balls deep and stayed in as he came in her, his groans and moans muffled into her neck. She made sure that with the little bit of energy to wrap her fingers into his damp hair, easing him down from his own high. Pea made sure to pin her arms away from him, scaring her slightly at his abrupt move.

“ I’m not done with you.” He made his way down to her core, instantly going to her almost numb and in pain clit. 

I hissed as his lips and tongue wrapped around me. I didn’t have the strength to cum again, I almost wanted to call the safe word just for my sake to rest but the way Sweet Pea looked up at her, in between her thighs. Pea knew exactly how to make her cum and he wanted to see her cum underneath him all over again. “ Shit...Fuck.” My hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets as I rocked my hips against his hot mouth and tongue. 

To make matters worse, he purposely groaned and hummed against me, I never felt like cuming so fast in the times being with Pea. Each time he knew her better enough to get her on edge in seconds. His hand made sure to hold down painfully hard on her hips as she chanted his name.

“ Yes...Yes yes yes!” I back arched and watched in awe as his tongue did wonders, followed by his thumb that flicked and rubbed so hard I lost track of time. Pain ripped through my abdomen to my core, ready for a painful orgasm. It was so much. “ Pea! I can’t I-” I cried and sure enough my body cracked under him, fluid squirting out as tears fell out and high pitched moans echoed into the room. Pea pulled himself up to watch her tears stained cheeks, suddenly nervous it was too much. “Hey, Are you okay?” His soft voice made me crane my neck back to see his worried face, with a wet face may I add. I smiled weakly and wiped his cheek with my thumb. “ You are unbelievable Sweet Pea.” He smirked laying next to her as they both sighed. 

I was exhausted not wanting to move or speak. Just stare at the ceiling and acknowledge how great her body felt, for now. 

“ Wait I have to take something—” His hand pulling my ass to the side, “ Relax, I don’t wanna hurt you.” I scoffed but was cut short by the feeling of the plug coming out. I hissed softly and turned back around on my back.

“ I should get you a bath running before I leave.” Pea said as he kissed my semi wet cheek and got up to find his clothes. I watched as he pulled on his underwear and jeans and disappeared into the bathroom. I was smiling. At him. Here I was catching feelings over something we told ourselves was nothing serious. I pushed myself up to distract myself only to be extremely sore. I tried propping myself up to walk to the bathroom only to fall on my knees in pain. He really fucked me till I couldn't walk. I burst out laughing making Sweet Pea walk back into the room extremely confused. 

“ Come help me up weirdo!” He went over to pick her up but just ended up carrying her bridal style. He laughed as she groaned but laughed also. 

This was nice, their company and well the sex also. Sweet knew that it was temporary and he reminded himself that everyday. Deep down he was a romantic, and he knew his soulmate was out there. But for now he just wanted to explore himself a little more and who else to help than his best friend. He hated leaving her after, something in him told him to stay, but he was enough of a gentleman to know that staying would only send mixed signals and ruin everything. So he stuck to the plan.

“ Well, I’m gonna head out, and I’m sorry if I went overboard—” Pea flinched as he saw the bruises show up around my arms and legs, the water instantly healing some pain. I sighed sinking deeper into the tub. Pea kneeled next to me, waiting for some goodbye gesture. I looked at him smiling, “ It was great, plus I'll be fine...but,” I held his hand that rested on the side of the tub. “ Can you stay...to hang out?” I watched his reaction change from content to flustered. It’s insane that friendship intimacy was weird to us but seeing each other naked wasn’t. 

He coughed and looked at his clock, “ I don’t know—”

I patted his hand, “ Pea it’s fine, it was just and offer.” I casually played it off, waiting for his response even though it did hurt to see him turn me down. He stood up and sighed in defeat. “ How about this. I have to do some stuff to do with fangs for a night delivery, and if everything goes smoothly...I’ll crash with you.” He looked down at my surprised face. He chuckled at my silent response.

 “ Oh- Yeah sure! Sounds good.” I cooly said somehow suddenly interested in the bath water. 

“ Alright see you later!” I said before leaving entirely with the sound of the door closing, I sat in the water somehow happy but nervous that he easily accepted my offer. I giggled to myself, but was cut short by my sore body.

“ Fuck, this is more painful than my Serpent initiation trial.” I mumbled softly. 

Somehow I managed to get out of the bath, with wobbly legs, and into my soft pj pants and tank top. It was 8 pm, my eyes sleepy and my body tired. I laid in the wrinkled up bed, forgetting that someone would be coming back. 

[animebw]

Binge-Watching: Kaguya-Sama: Love is War S2, Episodes 7-9

In which Miko makes a fantastic addition to the cast, Ishigami is still way too relatable, and everything is so goddamn funny all the goddamn time.

Shrine Maiden

I’ll admit, I’m having some difficulty articulating my feelings on this stretch of episodes. Not because I’m uncertain what those feelings are; quite the opposite, in fact. This may well be the most entertaining stretch of episodes I’ve gotten from this show yet. Never before has Kaguya-Sama made me laugh quite this hard, quite this consistently. But the more I parse my feelings, the more I realize there’s no one thing that’s made this stretch so magical. There’s no secret, out-of-nowhere ingredient that’s shaking up the show’s formula to any significant degree. This is basically the same old Kaguya-Sama as it’s always been. But my god, it’s just on fucking fire now. The mechanics and formulas driving it have been refined to a razor edge over the past season and a half, and the result is a comedy that’s consistently firing on all cylinders. Every joke lands, every bit is golden, every wild left turn gets pulled off without a hitch. This show was always really funny, but season 2 has really brought it into its own. I could basically spend the rest of this post just going down the list of my favorite gags and I’d fill it out just fine. That’s how consistently hilarious it is now.

But because I like to have some structure to my analysis, let’s try to break down these episodes into chunks that mostly make sense. First up: new cast member Iino Miko, who is proving just as delightful as I hoped. The running gag of someone constantly walking in on other people in compromising positions could get really old really fast, but Kaguya-Sama is smart enough to ground that joke in the inherent absurdity we’ve already gotten accustomed to with the student council. Of course we know these antics are nothing sexual, but to an outside observer looking in, Kaguya and Shirogane’s ridiculous, increasingly hormonal games of cat-and-mouse absolutely could read the wrong way. And because the show’s gags are already so varied and fresh, Miko’s reactions to them are equally fresh by proxy (”You scum!” “Dammit, I can’t deny that one!”) Plus, Miko herself is well established as being just a little delusional, and the way her mind contorts benign statements and situations into proof of perversion had me rolling on the floor (”All doubts clear!”) This shows so good at taking the piss out of her without being needlessly cruel. Plus, now that she’s in Chika’s clutches, she’s well on her way to breaking out of her shell, getting off her high horse, and learning to enjoy life a little more lax. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving auditor.

Big Fat Mood

On the other end of the spectrum, Ishigami continues to be the biggest, fattest mood in existence. Listen, I hate relating to a sentient fedora as much as you do, but my god I love this loser. That moment where he tries to logic-brain his way through a tearjerker manga and ends up sobbing despite himself was such a personal attack, I had to make sure there weren’t snipers outside my window. Good fucking lord, I cannot count how many times I’ve been in that exact situation. My ego makes me want to put down and pull apart sappy cry-porn because it’s afriad of emotional vulnerability, but then I get emotionally invested anyway because I just like feelings things, man. And then he tries to play it off as casually as possible to avoid seeming weird (”Well, I’d consider it one of the better tearjerkers of past years.”) and literally how did you find this picture of me, I’m calling the cops. Never mind the literal spoiler-tape he puts over Chika’s mouth after she blurts out the ending, only to spoil even more himself because he can’t stop gushing about it. He so perfectly captures the loner mindset, at once jealous of those who can fit into social norms so easily and yet lording his superiority over them at the same time. He so desperately wants to be normal, which makes him reflexively dismissive of those who are normal as a defense mechanism, which only isolates him further and makes it harder for him to be honest with himself. There’s a lot of my high school self in this guy, both at his best and at his worst. I remember very well what it’s like to feel isolated from “normal” people, desperately wanting to fit in but put off by how alien their priorities and attitude feel (”Sounds lit!” “Lit...erally not a chance!”) I know I would be just as out of place as he is at that peppy cheer team meeting, even I didn’t revile sports on principle.

But what makes Ishigami special is how aware he is of his own faults. He’s perceptive enough to call other people out when they overstep social boundaries themselves- his advice to Miko on sympathizing with the people she’s enforcing is really valuable information for her to get better at communication- but he’s just as capable of realizing how much of his current isolation is self-inflicted. It’s not their fault he’s jealous of them. It’s not their fault they can do so naturally what comes so hard to him. He can snark all he wants about cringey popular kids, but at the end of the day, he respects them for putting so much of themselves into the things they care about, and he knows it’s not their fault he has so much trouble doing the same. And that’s what makes it so damn exciting to see him finally start to put in a little effort. He wants to be sincere. He wants to be part of something bigger than himself and get better at being with other people. All he needs is the courage to get off his butt and give it a shot. And I’m so proud of him for finally taking that chance. It may be a wild, bizarre, discombobulating experience full of nonsensical slang (”Shinomiya, you’re so based.” “What does that mean?” “I have no idea either.”), but fuck me, it’s gonna be great watching him come to accept himself. Also, he looks really good in a girl’s uniform and makeup. I’ve had a lot of gender-related thoughts swirling around in my head recently, and not gonna lie, seeing the character I most relate to in this show rocking the MTF look almost made me jealous. I wonder if I should read into that more...

Oh, and Ishigami’s absolutely right: briefs are the best men’s underwear, anyone who goes with boxer briefs is a fuckboy. Keep preaching the good word, my dude.

Just Kiss Already

And then, of course, we have Kaguya and Shirogane themselves. Good lord, I love how their romance is progressing. Ever since the season-1-ending fireworks, the increasing romantic tension between them has made their interactions a million times funnier and more unpredictable. They’re no longer hiding behind perfectly constructed walls of confidence; now, those walls are crumbling down, and their true, frantic, easily flustered selves and struggling to adapt. We even got inches away from a kiss! Which has only made their interactions even more bonkers than before! I was cackling enough at Kaguya training to resist Shirogane’s presence (also, that whole dancing but was just an excuse for the character animators to flex their chops and god bless them for it), but then their actual encounter plays out in a pitch-perfect fighting game parody that feels like I’m actually watching a Street Fighter-esque beat-em-up and I lost my goddamn mind. And even that’s nothing compared to Kaguya getting a medical check-up because her overwhelming romantic feelings are literally affecting her like a heart condition. Oh. My. GOD. The dramatic doctor framing device. Kaguya’s increasingly frantic denials (”I believe the kids call it “being edgy” these days.”) Hayasaka finally breaking composure and being too embarrassed to function. CHRIST. Of all the things I expected to finally break the unflappable Hayasaka, I never predicted she would lose it because of something like this. It’s the funniest fucking thing ever, I swear to god. Honestly, Kaguya and Shirogane aren’t among my favorite romantic pairings, but they’re certainly among the funniest romantic pairings I’ve ever seen just from how much chaos they leave in their wake. And that’s more than enough for me.

Odds and Ends

-”Siri, define fuckboy.” Chika, I love you.

-”Thinking up a convoluted plan just makes me look like a pervert.” Hey, she’s learning!

-Also, fucking thank god we switched the burden of nakedness to the guys. You know things are looking up when Ishigami’s pasty ass is the most fnaservice we’ve gotten all season.

-Okay, but stabbing yourself with a mechanical pencil to refocus is SUCH a mood.

-”Then, you just need to have se* yourself.” “Don’t imitate me!” skdjfhsdf fucking hell Hayasaka

-Lmao, the inner monologue trailing off in pain was great.

-”See?! Real tear-jerker, huh?!” They are such sublings, oh my god.

-”Even the narration’s weird!” oh god kill it with fire

-okay but this is such a note-perfect parody of bad shoujo right down to the ugly panning shots that it’s making me cringe out of my skull

-”This is actually pretty fun.” Guys! Hanging! Out!

-”Fujiwara’s an artist, so it doesn’t count.” Lmao, nice.

-”Isn’t throwing a red shell kinda scummy?” “It’s a standard strat.” I miss playing Mario Kart.

-”It’s creepy.” “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO A GIRL!” FUCKING RIP

-oh my god her yandere voice HELP

-”She got such an unexpectedly pure reaction she doesn’t know how to react!” Accidental shipping for the win!

-”Look, it’s your future husband.” Fuck it, Hayasaka’s taken the Best Girl title back.

-”One does not become a normie by joining the cheer squad, only normies join the cheer squad in the first place.” pfft

God, only one more session to go? How time flies. See you next time for the end of Kaguya-Sama!

[jawritter]

Life Of The Party

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets’s really interesting, when alcohol is involved. 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Square Field: Rob Benedict

Word Count: 1410

Warning: Implications of past as well as future smut, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk, language. This one is pretty much porn, not sorry. 

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This is my first ever Rob x Reader fic, so please be nice lol. Feedback is golden, do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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“Okay Y/N, truth or dare,” Richard asked, staggering into your circle of friends in his living room with an open bottle of Crown, and a bag of popcorn, flopping down with an exaggerated grown next to Jared, who chuckled at the thought of what he was gonna do to Richard when he passed out first as usual.

“Dare, pick dare,” Misha drunkenly whispers yells, elbowing you annoyingly. 

“Okay, okay dare,” you growl, swatting at Misha, who promptly falls off of the cushion he was only half balanced on, causing Jensen to snort out a laugh into his own red solo cup. 

“YAS QUEEN!” Richard yells, slapping his hands together, and giving you a mischievous grin that seriously made you a little uneasy. 

Richard had flown Jensen, Misha, Rob, Jared, Briana, Kim, and yourself to his house as soon as the quarantine was lifted in order to have a friend’s get together/Christmas celebration now that people were safely able to be in the same room with each other again. Richard’s parties were always a promise of two things, a good time you all hoped no one would remember in the morning, and a damn horrible hangover the next day. 

“Okay, okay, you have to go in that room back there where Rob is having a pity party for himself, don’t say shit, just drop down on your knees in front of him, and suck him off,” Richard slurs. 

Misha pops up off the floor like a gopher out of his hole, and Jensen nearly chokes to death on his drink, while the others laugh at their reactions. Briana slaps Jensen hard on the back as he sputters, and Richard keeps locked eyes with your completely shocked face. 

“Can’t I just go flash him or something?” you whisper to the circle in front of you.

Richard shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. “Nope, you either go in there and blow him, or you have to tell us what happened between you and Sebastian at Comic Con last year.”

Your ears burned and you knew you were blushing. The whole circle seemed to perk up at that little bit of information. You had told Richard about that little hookup in confidentiality, but apparently, alcohol brings forth loose lips from your extremely drunk friend. 

You weren’t about to throw Sebastian under the bus like that. Plus you don’t know if he wanted it out that he’d fucked Jensen’s PA at Comic Con. 

“Fine, fine,” you grumble, getting off of the floor with a huff. 

“Well, next time I’ma go sulk in a back room over my ex, then maybe I can’t…” Jensen started, but before he could finish Briana elbowed him hard in the side, “Ouch!” 

You chose to ignore his comment and tried to calm your nerves, crossing the floor to the bedroom door. An eerie silence had fallen over the room behind you, and you knew everyone was watching.

“Remember Y/N, not a word, just do it,” Richard said. 

Man, you hopped he didn’t freak out on you. Rob had been friends with you ever since you started working for Jensen as his PA when he took on a new role with the boys, as well as his new production company. It was a big workload, and he needed the backup. It was the best decision you had ever made. It opened up a lot of doors for you that you never thought you would have opened, but it also gave you friends you would cherish for a lifetime. 

Opening the door to the room you see Rob sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in one hand, and an open bottle of beer in another, taking a deep swig as he turns his head to look at you from where he was gazing out of the window.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he smiled at you as you closed the door behind you, slipping the lock to prevent them from getting too curious and coming in for proof. 

You cross the floor with your heart pounding against your rib cage, coming to a stop in front of him, and placing your finger to your lips, shushing him as you wink and sink down to your knees in front of him. 

You watched confusion flashed across his face as your hands slipped sensually up his thighs, making their way to his belt, undoing it quickly and lowering his zipper before he had a chance to react. 

“What...What are you? Oh, God.”

Reaching inside his pants you quickly remove his flaccid length stroking it in your hand and blowing lightly across the tip, smirking as his hips jerked in response, and his cock started to swell under your administrations. 

“Oh my God,” he murmured, quickly undoing his button and swatting you away only long enough to shove his pants and boxers down in a hurry. You bit your tongue, desperately wanting to respond with, “I thought you went by Rob now,” but remembering you weren’t allowed to speak.

By the time you took him in your hands again you were pretty impressed at the fact he was already fully erect, and already forming a little bead of precum at his swollen tip. Even more impressive was the sudden need you had to taste him.   

You had always thought Rob was cute, but you had never really seen him that way, not until this point. 

Giving him your best doe-eyed look you slowly run your tongue all the way up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, stopping to tongue at his slit, your own pussy clenching around nothing at the little moans that were already falling from his lips as his eyes closed and his head lulled back; the salty taste of precum invading your taste buds as you hollow out your checks and swallow all of him that you could until you were nose to hilt with him. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, grabbing your hair and moving it out of your face as you bag to bob up and down his shaft, licking, sucking, and jerking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you went. 

You never expected this to turn you on the way it did, but damn. The weight of him on your tongue was downright intoxicating. It didn’t take long for his legs to start shaking, and his breath to come in short, uneven bursts as he got closer and closer to his release, his hips moving along with the pace you had set. 

You could tell he was close, right on the edge, all he needed was a little push to get there, and you had a feeling you knew just how to do it. 

Carefully you slip your left hand under his quickly tightening sack, massaging slowly, pulling more strangled groans from his lips as his legs tightened and jerked, almost there, but still not quite falling over the edge. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you hollow out your cheek and swallow him whole in one goal, gagging slightly around the tip, that was all it took for him to spill into your waiting mouth, and you eagerly sucked down all he had to give until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Rob sat on the bed, wide-eyed and panting as he slowly got to your feet, carefully wiping your mouth because, well, dammit you were a lady after all, and giving him a wink as you head towards the door. 

“Merry Christmas Rob,” you say as you grab a hold of the doorknob, knowing damn good and well there was a crowd waiting outside the door because you heard them shuffle away at the close sound of your voice. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he replied, voice much higher than normal. 

You exit the room grinning only to find a very disgruntled Jensen standing not far from the doorway. 

You remember his previous comment as you cross your arms in front of you, leaning against the doorway, more than a little riled up from the task you just completed, the alcohol making you braver than what you would have been normally, and after all, it was a party. 

“Truth or dare Jay,” you say with your best devilish smirk, one that he quickly returned, taking a deep swing of the whiskey bottle he was holding before pinning you to the door frame. 

“Dare.”

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[tinyboxxtink]

“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 10*

Dammit I usually like to keep my stories around 10 chapters, but the whole ice cream banter was too good and the crescendo I want is way too long to not have it’s own chapter. Also, some Barisi thrown in there for ya. LoL. 

I suppose it’ll be one more chapter and an epilogue? Maybe? 

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

FINALE

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After stitching you up, and after a long conversation convincing the nurse that Rafael had not done the number on your body, you two were finally leaving the ER.

“Alright buddy, you promised me ice cream,” You hung on Rafael’s arm as you walked out to the awaiting SUV.

“You really wanna get ice cream without the kids?” Rafael asked as he helped you into the backseat once again.

“Uh are you kidding? I don’t have to fight with them over what flavors they want, or if it’s too expensive and they have to share, and not worrying about Chloe getting it all over herself, doing ANYTHING in public without the kids is a luxury I miss the most,” You felt guilty about rambling about your siblings, but it was awesome being able to just vent.

“Alright Alright, I get it-- having kids sucks,” Rafael laughed.

“I mean don’t get me wrong; I love my brother and sisters. I’m just not...cut out to be a mother. Not right now, anyway,” You looked around the car awkwardly, kicking yourself for bringing up kids so soon.

“Yeah, I never really saw the point in kids,” Rafael chuckled. 

“So you don’t want them, ever?” You were a bit taken aback. It shouldn’t be shocking to you really; Rafael was getting up there, and he seemed to like his things nice and tidy. He must’ve seen the look on your face because he quickly added--

“I mean….” He gulped. “I guess, with the right person…” 

“You know for a lawyer, lying is not your strong suit,” You snickered.

You finally arrived at a nearby ice cream place; Rafael helped you out and you both walked inside while your copper stood outside.

“Doesn’t he want anything?” You nodded to the man.

“He’s fine,” Rafael replied, not even looking back at him. 

“Hey guy, what’s your name?” You turned to talk to him. 

“Carisi ma’am, Sonny Carisi,” He nodded at you. 

“Sonny do you really not want any ice cream, or is Big Bad Barba being a tyrant?” 

“I could go for a scoop,” 

“See?” You smiled triumphantly. 

“He’s like a puppy baby, you feed him once he’ll just keep coming around,” He nodded at Sonny. “Trust me, I know,” He rolled his eyes. 

“You can get ice cream but you wait in the car Carisi,” He looked at him sternly.

“Copy that, counselor,” Sonny replied very seriously.

“Jesus Rafael, what is this guy your bitch or what?” You hit him softly. 

“Oh no ma’am, I wanna be a lawyer just like Mr. Barba so I spend as much time with him as I can,” He looked at Barba with puppy dog eyes. “As a mentor,” He quickly added, looking at the ground. 

“Oh um-- yeah okay, cool?” You smiled awkwardly at him, then noticed Rafael was getting very uncomfortable the more he talked.

“....Wait… feed him once...Rafael!” You whispered so Sonny wouldn’t hear you.

“ONE night, ONE time,” He rubbed the back of his neck looking around the place awkwardly.

“Mmmm...both sides, noted,” You winked. 

“Sonny go ahead,” Barba nodded to the woman at the counter.

“What can I get you?” She smiled at the three of you. 

“Two scoops of Rocky Road, please,” Sonny beamed. 

“Um I’ll have a scoop of chocolate mint,” You decided.

“A scoop of vanilla for me,” Rafael added.

“Why is that not surprising to me?” You rolled your eyes.

“What? I have simple tastes,”

“Uh huh,”  

Rafael paid and the three of you waited for your ice cream at the other end of the counter. Soon enough the woman handed out your ice creams and bid you a good day.

“Thanks Mr. Barba, I’m gonna go call Amanda and see what’s up at the station,” Sonny smiled and headed back outside with his ice cream.

“See? Now he has a new master,” Rafael chuckled. 

“Yeah I doubt that-- you’re kind of hard to top, counselor,” You nudged him.

“He didn’t have any problem,” He smirked. 

“OKAY, I think we’re good in the ghosts of sexual past portion of the evening,” You declared rather loudly as you sat in a booth near the door.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were such a prude,” He smirked.

“I’m sorry if I don’t want to picture mi novio  being topped by a dude,” You rolled your eyes.

“Your boyfriend?” He asked in amusement.

“I mean...I did save your life, twice,” You pointed out.

“Mmmm true-- I suppose that’s girlfriend material,” Rafael nodded with a smile.

“Damn straight,” You nodded back, as you both continued to eat your ice cream in snarky matrimony. 

“So, no kids, no pets?” 

“I don’t have any currently, but I could see maybe getting a cat, or a small dog,” 

“Oh my god could you be any more of an old lady?” You giggled.

“Hey! I live in an apartment in New York City, I don’t want some huge dog cooped up in it all day!” He defended. “That’s just cruel,” 

“Fair point,” You licked your ice cream. “No kids I can live with, no pets is a deal breaker though,” 

“Really now?” He raised his eyebrow as he ate his own ice cream. “Noted,”

“So do you have any?” You nibbled on your cone.

“What?”

“Deal breakers,” You replied in a “duh” tone.

“Just one,” He replied nonchalantly.

“What’s that?” 

“If they’re not you,” He grinned.

“Oh gaaaaaaggggg,” You made gagging noises with a giggle. “Be more cheesy, please,” 

“Okay okay, one deal breaker--”

“Go on,” You were on the edge of your seat.

“Wearing socks during sex,” 

“Are you serious?” You cackled as you swallowed the rest of your cone.

“Yes! I am very serious,” Rafael nodded as he finished his cone. “Ask Carisi,” 

“Oh God,” You shook your head with a laugh as you both walked back out to the car.

“Hey uh, Mr. Barba Amanda says they might need you down at the station,” 

“Really? Now?” Rafael ask, annoyed.

“It’s what she said…” Sonny replied with a shrug.

“It’s fine, baby I need to go check on the kids anyway, they’re probably freaking out by now,” 

“Yeah alright,” He sighed sadly.

Soon enough you were pulling back up behind your back door. Rafael helped you out of the car and just held you in his arms for a moment.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Are you kidding? The Diablo’s are gone for good, I got a boyfriend AND ice cream!” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. 

“Boyfriend?” Beto’s voice bellowed.

“Ice cream?!” Chloe’s high voice chimed in.

You both turned suddenly to see all three kids standing at the back door slack jawed.

“Are the Diablo’s really gone?” Yaz asked, being the only one who hadn’t joined in yet.

“Yes, they are gone-- THANKS to Rafael,” You eyed Beto while Chloe took off for Rafael’s arms.

“¡Gracias, Rafael!!!” She squealed.

“De nada, princesa,” He kissed her cheek.

“...Did you really get ice cream without us?” Chloe looked at him with the saddest eyes.

“Blame your sister,” Rafael nodded at you.

“Y/N!!!!!” She yelled angrily.

“Gee thanks,” 

“You insisted!” 

“I got sh---a boo boo!!” You covered your tracks, causing your siblings to finally notice the shape you were in.

“Oh my God what happened to you?!”

“Diablo’s” You said softly.

“Because of HIM?” Beto clenched his fists.

“NO, Rafael saved me Beto,” 

“Actually, to be honest Beto” He put a shoulder on Beto’s shoulder “She saved me.” 

“We saved each other,” You laid your head on his shoulder.

“Gag,” Yaz made gagging noises behind you.

“Anyway, Rafael is leaving now BUT-- maybe if you guys do all your homework and eat all your dinner AND go to bed early, we’ll see if you can convince him to take you to get some tomorrow,”

“Really?!” Chloe exclaimed excitedly. “I’m gonna go do all of it RIGHT NOW,” She gave Rafael one more hug and ran inside.

“Chloe’s easy to buy off vato-- me, not so much,” Beto approached Rafael.

“I’d be careful Beto, he used to be a Chico Grande,” You warned with a sly smile.

“Wha-- seriously?” Beto’s eyes widened. “No way….tu suaves,” 

“Oh really, too soft? You wanna go, ese?” Rafael licked his lips, playing into Beto’s game.

“BOYS,” You stepped in between them.

“You, go do your homework,” You looked at Beto, then turned to Rafael, “And you-- stop picking on my little brother,” 

“He started it!” 

“esto no ha terminado, vato,” Beto warned, making the “I’m watching you” sign as he walked back inside with Yaz who just rolled her eyes. As soon as they were gone you turned and slapped Rafael across the chest.

“What?! What did I do?” He threw his hands up innocently. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“And you love it,” He smirked.

“God help me, I do,” You shook your head as he pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Te amo, mi angel,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. 

“Yo también te quiero, Rafa,” You stared lovingly into his beautiful green eyes. He gave you one last kiss and hopped in the front of the SUV. Sonny waved goodbye to you as they drove off and you headed inside.

------

The next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. You decided to rip out the booths that had the bullet holes behind them and put in a stage, starting Karaoke Nights every Friday night. It was a great money maker to your surprise, since it had been Ash’s idea. She was a pretty good business woman, you wondered how much Rafael had rubbed off on her over the years. 

One Friday night, Ash was getting ready to host the usual Karaoke Party, when Rafael came through the front door. He was casually dressed, in his jeans and t-shirt with the leather jacket. He had learned very quickly that you much preferred him in paisano, plus he didn’t look like he had taken a wrong turn at 5th avenue. This was the first Friday he was able to make, and when he had come and seen you over the past few weeks Ash had found ways to avoid him. Tonight though, she was right up front when he walked in. 

“Ash...can we talk?” He gestured to the side.

“Go ahead, start talking,” She gestured, indicating she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ash I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole story behind the money I gave you,” He put his hand out. “I should have been honest with you right up front but, you were SO young,” 

“Yeah….I get it,” She reluctantly took his hand in return. “You did get rid of the Diablo’s, I guess that gets you some points,” 

“Well I brought you something,” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Ashtawnja. She took it and unfolded the paper, her eyes grew wide. 

“Really? You still want me to have this? Even after I yelled at you?” 

“Yeah, but it’s not guilt money anymore,” He nodded at the check. “Look at the ‘reason’ line,” 

“Creo en ti” She read with tears in her eyes. “Do you really? Believe in me?” 

“Si, Claro,” He smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Of course I do,”. Pulling back from the hug, Rafael felt his phone going off in his pocket. 

“Barba,” He answered, listening to the other person. He nodded as they went on, then his eyes began to brighten. “Really?! Are you sure? What time?” He looked over at Ash who just looked at him in confusion, the more excited he became the more she was confused. 

“Right right, yeah I’m on my way!” He hung up the phone and hugged Ash. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there abogado, you know I hate mushy gushy,” She pushed him off with a laugh.

“Right,” He smiled.

“So who was that?”

“Oh right--- tell Y/N I had to go, I’ll call her later I swear!!” He told her as he ran out the door, just as you were walking up. 

“Was that Rafael?” You asked.

“Yeah, he got a phone call and ran out of here, said he’d call you later,” 

“Wha--Why?” You looked out the window but Rafael was long gone. 

“I don’t know, but he was pretty happy,” She shrugged, putting her check into her pocket. 

Who had called him and why was he so happy about it??5

[samthemarvelfan]

Baby Mine: One Shot

Summary: When the life you thought you’d live turns out to be a lie, who will be there to pick up the pieces? Someone you’d always hoped, but never expected.

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x OFC (brief Steve x ofc?)

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, redemption, then straight and pure tooth rotting FLUFF. This is kinda anti-steve in the beginning, but i needed it for the angst!

A/N: idk where i get these ideas yall, but it is so smooshy and good at the end, I promise! <3

No one ever said life was fair, but you never knew it could be this cruel.

The anger, heartache, and resentment—all of these torturous feelings were so unfair to the little life growing inside you.

Your baby was everything to you. The shining light on your darkest days. Something—someone that was truly yours.

Forever.

Finding out you were pregnant was the happiest moment of your life. Watching as one pink line turned to two, you couldn’t wait to tell Steve. He always wanted a family, ‘a life after all this’, he would say; when the world was at peace and the Avengers didn’t need to be on the planets speed dial. You’d talked about buying a little house in the suburbs, raising as many babies as you could together, growing old and living the life he’s deserved for over a century.

He wanted that more than anything...it turns out he just didn’t want it with you.

After Thanos, after all the devastation in Wakanda, after all of these life threatening and life altering events, it seemed like life was beginning to settle.

The day of Tony’s memorial, you knew you felt off. After doing some quick cycle-math in your head, you’d decided to take a pregnancy test that evening.

The pink and white stick told you clear as day: positive. You were pregnant with Steve Rogers’ baby. You’d kept the news to yourself that day, not wanting to make the day about anyone but Tony Stark.

A few days later, Steve was going to return the stones as promised. You’d elected to stay home and surprise him when he got back.

Only Steve never came home.

6 Month Ago:

Your stomach was a mess, feeling like you’d vomit every 30 minutes. Whether that was your nerves or the pregnancy you weren’t sure, but either way, it was going to be worth it.

Steve would walk through that door any second and your lives were going to be changed forever. A new little life, the perfect mix of the both of you, was growing inside your belly.

The knock at the front door interrupted you daydreams. When you opened it, you immediately grew concerned at the sight in front of you.

“Bucky? What’s the matter?” You asked.

Bucky’s beautiful cerulean eyes were bloodshot and puffy, he’d obviously been crying.

“Are you hurt?” You begged, searching his figure for wounds.

He had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I-I came to check on you, Els. Are you alright?”

He used his nickname for you, and your gaze now matched his own. “Why wouldn’t I be alright? Bucky, come in.” You say, tugging his hand.

Once he was inside, he let out a long breath. His weight shifting from heel to heel. “Ella, I want you to know, I’ll always be here for you. You mean so much to me...more than you’ll ever know.” He said, his voice shaking.

You walked up to him and put his face in your hands. “James, you’re scaring me. Where’s Steve? Have you told him what’s the matter? Maybe he can help—“

“What?” Bucky asks suddenly.

You blink, “Steve, have you seen him? He was Upstate for the day. I can give him a call if you’d like—“

The color was drained from his face, “Y-You don’t know. He didn’t tell you,” Bucky said in disgust. “That coward couldn’t face you...”

Bucky’s words hit you like a wave. This was James Buchanan Barnes—the one person in the world who would always have Steve Rogers’ back.

And he called him a coward.

“B-Bucky. Please what’s going on?” You ask, feeling you legs shaking.

James brushes his face his his hands, “Ella...Steve, h-he’s gone.”

The floor felt like it sank beneath you, causing you to wobble. “N-no, he’s Upstate. He’s Upstate and he’ll be home by dinner.” You said, denial setting in.

James grabbed your hand, and shook his head. “Steve left to return the stones. He missed his time stamp, Ella. He stayed in the past, he stayed with Peg—“

You head snapped up.

Bucky swallowed hard. “He stay with her. He stayed with Peggy. He swore he told you. That you’d discussed it and wished him well. I’m...God, I’m so sorry, Els.”

You felt your vision blacken and your legs completely give out. Bucky caught you before your head smashed into the hardwood flooring.

“How’s my little guy doing?” Bucky asked, rubbing your stomach as he plopped next you you on the couch.

“He or She is doing backflips.” You sassed.

He chuckled, placing a hand on your leg as he spoke, “I know we won’t find out until he’s born, but I’m telling you. I got this gut feelin’, Els.”

A soft laugh escaped you, as you placed a hand over his. “We’ll see James Barnes. We’ll see.”

The two of you had just finished moving Bucky’s things into your house. He’d offered to live with you until the baby came; he didn’t like the thought of you being alone.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You said, shamefully looking to your fiddling fingers.

Bucky turned towards you slightly, “Hey, look at me, Els.” He urged. “I would never, ever abandon you. You need me, I’m there. It’s no questions asked. Ever, I promise.”

The tears prickling your eyes couldn’t be hidden, not with what your hormones were doing to you. Falling for Bucky wasn’t the plan, but it had been the easiest thing in the world.

Every appointment, every anxiety attack, every craving—Bucky was there. He would read stories to your tummy, and hold you when the panic of everything caught up with you. There were days you’d forget about Steve all together, but somethings you just couldn’t forget.

“I just wish it was you.” You whisper.

“What?” He asks.

You look at Bucky, eyes filled with tears. “I wish this was your baby, James. You’ve been there for me for as long as I’ve known you. Way before Steve left, and now this innocent, little life will have to grow up feeling abandoned.”

You wiped your eyes. “You’re the most honest and kind man I’ve ever known, Buck. I love you, and it kills me that this baby isn’t yours. You deserve it, you deserve him or her.”

Bucky looked at you thoughtfully, putting a hand on yours. “Who says it can’t be?”

Blinking, you double check if you’d heard him right, “What?”

He stands abruptly, “I’m serious, Ella. Who’s says he can’t be my son? Or she can’t be my daughter?”

“Bucky it’s—“

“I know what it is, Els. I also know that this little one got the shit end of the stick as far as fathers go.” Bucky sank to his knees in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Doll, I’ve loved you for forever. When you were with Steve, it killed me...but you were happy, and he seemed happy. I’m telling you now, and I’ll swear on whatever you need me to, that I will be there.”

You sobbed as Bucky took your face in his hands, “I’ll be there for the bottles, the diapers, and hey, I already don’t sleep so that’s a plus.” He jested, getting you to smile.

“I’ll be there for the boo-boos, for the little league games or dance recitals, or both. I’ll be there for the first day of high school, the first date, prom, college, all of it.”

You smiled as the tears ran down you cheeks. “James...” you said dreamily.

“As far as I’m concerned, that is my baby. DNA doesn’t make you a Dad, Els but...God dammit, I’ll be the best Dad I can be to our little one. I promise.”

Throwing your arms around him, you crash your lips to his. It’s a kiss that says everything you want to say, but couldn’t find the words for.

“I love you. I love you, James.” You cry. Bucky presses his forehead against yours and smiles. “I love you more. I love you both.”

5 years later:

“Mommy, help!” Your son shouted as he laughed his way into your bedroom.

You smiled at him from your bed, “What is it, Jack?”

His giggles filled your ears, “There’s a tickle monster, Mommy! He’s chasing me!”

Your eyes caught the clock, noticing Bucky had let you sleep in on this beautiful, Saturday morning.

“Not the tickle monster! Come here, Jack! Hurry!” You throw your blankets up and he crawls underneath them.

It’s quiet...too quiet. “Do you think we’re safe?” You ask.

He nods.

“Hmm, let’s check.” You toss the blankets off, and are greeted with the goofiest ‘roar’ you’d ever heard.

“Rooooar! I’m the tickle monster!” Bucky shouted, earning a loud scream from Jack.

Bucky tickled his little foot, and Jack scrambled his way back up the bed. “Mommy, I told you! Daddy got turned into the tickle monster!”

You stand quickly, pushing your son behind you. “Don’t worry, baby! Mama knows the cure!” You rush Bucky and plant a long kiss on his lips.

“Ewww, Mommy...” Jack griped, covering his eyes.

You look at Bucky, who’s smiling ear to ear. “Do you believe this? I save you from being a tickle monster for all-time and these are the thanks I get.”

Bucky smirks, “I need to be saved one more time I think...”

You giggle, and smooch him again.

“Okay! Enough kisses! Dad, can we tell Mommy the surprise?” Jack said excitedly.

Bucky hoists Jack up onto his shoulders, “Go ahead, buddy.”

Jack covered his mouth in excitement, “Mommy! We made waffles for breakfast, and Daddy put chocolate chips in them! You gotta try it!”

Your eyes widened with excitement as he spoke so proudly. “Oh my goodness! I can’t wait, let’s go!”

In the kitchen, you sat with your family and ate breakfast. This was your life, your normal. A beautiful weekend with your husband and son and absolutely zero plans.

“Daddy can we maybe go fishing with Uncle Sam again? I wanna catch the biggest one ever.” Jack said dramatically.

Bucky chuckled, “Sure Jacky, I’ll call him after breakfast, okay?”

He nodded, sipping his OJ.

“Does Mommy want to do anything special today?” Bucky asked, placing a hand on your knee.

You squeeze it, and smile. “Actually, Mommy has a present for Daddy.”

Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

You slapped his shoulder, “James.”

He kissed your hand, “Should I close my eyes?”

You nod, “Jack, come help Mommy for a second?”

Jack scoots off his chair and hurries to you, “Okay, now give this to Daddy.”

“Surprise!” He said happily.

Bucky opened his eyes, and stared at the long, rectangular watch box. “A watch, baby?” He smiled, looking up at you.

You smirk, “Open it.”

Bucky pulled the blue lid off slowly, and carefully. When it was placed on the table in front of him, you watched his eyes widen.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the small pink and white stick; a positive pregnancy test.

His eyes were welling with tears as he looked at you. “A baby, baby?”

You nod, and he stands instantly, throwing his arms around you.

“Me too, me too!” Jack shouted.

Bucky picked him up into his arms to join the hug. “Can you believe this, buddy? You’re going to be a big brother!”

Jack claps with delight, “I want a sister, Mommy.”

“You do?!” You say, smooching his cheek.

Bucky looks at you dreamily. “I love you so much. I’m the luckiest guy in the world, Doll.”

Shaking your head, you place a kiss on his lips. “We’re both lucky, Buck. Lucky in love.”

[thetirisfaltheatretroupe]

Big Troupe Announcements! Big Troupe Summer!

Hello, everyone! Lord Atos Sunhart here! For those of you who aren’t aware, Fehl had stepped down last year from Troupe related duties due to her own life becoming much more demanding, and so I returned to the director’s seat once again. I’ve been back for about a year, but we’ve kind of laid a little low since my return due to a lot of restructuring and our desire to try a few new ideas out that are coming along slowly but surely!

We have some awesome projects in the works, some of which won’t be ready for some time, and some that we’re excited to bring you much sooner! But we can’t QUITE open the curtains for a peek just yet. Before anything, I’d like to make a series of announcements about some of our projects this Summer, starting with the most important one of all:

The Troupe Is Casting! 

Looking at some of the last posts made on this ye olde tumblr I guess it’s not a surprise that the troupe is indeed casting once more. In the past, it was due to not really having enough active people to pull off a large show with, but now, times have changed a bit, and we’re looking for people to make our shows even better and more frequent than ever!

What we’re looking for;

* Any race/gender/faction! Yes, we hire Alliance as well! In the era of Discord and cross faction RP, there’s no reason we have not to. Though, we are overloaded on elves at the moment and would kinda love a tauren or any Alliance character

* Obviously the character should be a good fit for the group! We’re not really looking for a serial murderer warlock who tries to sacrifice our members to the great Murloc Gods at the first chance they get. We’re not too picky here, but there are some characters that just don’t work terribly well with our concept.

* Available to take part in events during most of our performing days, which tend to be weekends, starting around 6:00 PM server. We base all our event times on server time.

* Someone who, behind the character, is friendly, patient, and above all else, mature. The clear rule of “don’t be an asshole” applies in this guild (and I’ll explain what that means below), and we have a zero drama tolerance policy. We are all adults who pay a monthly subscription to a greedy corporation to play with their toys, I think the last thing we want is to relive middle school in our 20s and 30s.

* Someone with a desire to help make memorable, exciting events for others to enjoy. While we play the part of celebrities, and being in the spotlight is a lot of fun, ultimately we want someone who, behind the character at least, does it for the enjoyment of others and not for personal gain or clout. We’re not clout chasers. We are proud of how long we’ve been performing and how hard we work, but ultimately we do this for our audience’s enjoyment.

* Communication is important! We aren’t a hardcore raiding guild, and thus we won’t be upset if you tell us you have to miss a rehearsal night or have a family emergency.. But if you know ahead of time, we really want someone who will let us know they can’t make it to an event so we can plan around it.

Furthermore, it should be said that while we normally do not require a person leave their guild to join us, this time around we’re looking for more to wear the guild tag above their heads, at least for this recruitment effort. Above all of these, the most important key point is the ‘don’t be an asshole’ policy. In the past I didn’t think it needed to be explained, but things we’ve been through in recent months compels me to explain what I mean by this; no homophobic behavior, racist behavior, transphobic behavior, harassment, pedophilia and other such illegal and morally vile behavior will be tolerated in our guild, period. But I’m sure you’re asking, what’s in it for me? Well, the benefits of working with the Tirisfal Theatre Troupe are, but not limited to;

* Being part of a near decade-old (8 years this October) guild that through thick and thin has stood the test of time!

* Working alongside some extremely talented, fun, humorous, and creative minds!

* Getting to make people smile and be a positive part of the community! 

* Taco Tuesdays. This is a lie, don’t believe me.

* Helping an already fun concept become even better as we grow and adapt to the ever changing nature of this game and its community!

* Adding “Actor/Actress” to your long series of titles in your TRP Profile. Maybe somewhere between “Lord of the Dance” and “Wrecker of your Shit”! Don’t be bashful, we know you have it in there somewhere.

So if you’re interested in being a part of the stage and bringing the uniqueness that is YOU into our ranks, please send an in-game mail to Atos on Wyrmrest Accord server (Hordeside), or show up for the open auditions at the dates, times, and location listed below;

Thursday, June 3rd 6:00 - 8:30 PM Portrait Room - Legion Dalaran

Friday, June 4th 6:00 - 8:30 PM Portrait Room - Legion Dalaran

Saturday, June 5th 6:00 - 8:30 PM Portrait Room - Legion Dalaran

We hope to see you there! And remember, because we’ve had this happen a few times; if you think you aren’t good enough, you’re probably actually amazing and far more talented than you think! 

Anniversary Bash 2021 Officially Planned! With a Twist

Those of you who have followed us for some time are likely aware of our annual celebration we hold on the anniversary of our first major public performance! This has traditionally been held on the third Friday of every October, so that it lines up perfectly with Hallow’s End starting. While we have had on-off years, and even said in the past we would never do it again (Insert I was crazy that time meme here), it’s pretty clear that at least every other year we seem to take to it again with new ideas. Honestly, we LOVE these yearly parties, despite how much stress they put us under, and we’re going to announce it earlier this year just so people know; yes, yes there WILL be a bash this year!

Things are going to be a little different this year, though. This October will actually have 5 Fridays in it due to...well...the calendar! It conspires against us, dammit! Because the third Friday falls in place before the Hallow’s End events are set to start, we will instead be bumping it up one week to the 22nd. So, there you have it! Our Big Bash will be on the 22nd of October! We’ll be making a full announcement about it later this Summer, and honestly, I think folks are going to really like the fun we have planned for it. So if this is something you’re looking forward to early, or you just like making sure your calendar events are always filled out, please make a mark for

October 22nd, 2021! 

Hellsqueal Squeals Again, Plus Winter’s Veil In July?

This Summer we’ll be getting back to our roots and bringing Hellsqueal back for another round. The Trilogy will rise again, and you won’t want to miss it! This time we’ll be performing it for our audiences on both sides of the factional fence and making some revisions to the script, but long time fans needn’t worry! Hellscream is still the same boisterous buffoon he’s always been.

Also, we’re bringing you an interesting new concept no one has EVER thought of before! ...well, okay, that’s a lie, but Greatfather Winter needn’t send me a lump of coal in my in-game mailbox for that one! The TTT will be hosting a Winter’s Veil themed party IN JULY! Don your gaudy sweaters, get ready to meet Greatfather Winter, take part in a sled race, and get ready to watch a completely out of season showing of It’s A Wonderful Unlife! Some lucky attendees may even receive a gift! The date for this and for Hellsqueal’s trilogy are yet to be announced, but they will be unveiled very soon!

Even though we never left, it feels good to be back at full strength again and pushing hard to give everyone the quality entertainment we pride ourselves on! Keep an eye out for our announcements this Summer - we’ll be hitting not only Tumblr when an event is ready to go, but the Blizzard forums and various Discord community servers! So please, have a fantastic day, week, month, even a year! 

[yehet-me-up]

Content Tag Game

Tagged by EXO sister-wife Kat @yeoldontknow​ <3 1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?

uhhh I definitely wrote half of several harry potter and lotr fanfics in HS but that was ‘the dark times’ many moons ago. so as an adult this is my only fandom! just stumbled into kpop and stumbled onto fanfics in the most backwards way possible (was sent a meme of a 1D ‘imagine’ and was like hey I wonder if they have these for kpop and then I found them and they were not a meme, but were fucking incredible AND NOW 4 YEARS LATER (started August-ish 2017???) here we are hahaha)

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

oh dear god i just remembered I have an AO3 account..... WHOOPS, shit 😅 might need to, y’know, update that at some point. jfc adhd object permanence is something else.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

Personally it’s sci fi/fantasy, but here in the fanfic space I’d say..... uhh slice of life, romance, angst but make it a happy ending?? fanfic is a way for me to share all the sort romantic hopeful feelings I have about love and life and friendship and purpose 💕

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

Used to be a pantser when I started this (and when fics used to be like ?? 3k-5k) now that fics in general are longer for one-shots and series my good lord I need an outline. Especially for exo mall which is *insert meme of crazy guy with the bulletin board* a lot for my brain haha

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I’d say mine are usually 5k or so?? some series were shorter per chapter, depending on subject matter. I tend to write like... interconnected long as frick oneshots, so i don’t count those as chapters ☠️

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

uhhhhh good question haha. my book was 95k and I think exo mall is like *dammit math* 140k or something that has significantly gotten out of hand. I have two more fics so it will probably be like 180ish when it’s done?? not including the drabbles to come haha 

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I loved No Quarter and torturing Kat with her husband, also staying up all night to finish Chanyeol’s exo mall knowing kat had NO idea it was coming was a BLAST. Kyungsoo’s exo mall was one of the most ‘in the flow’ writing experiences i’ve ever had. I wrote this Baek oneshot at like 3am when i couldn’t sleep once and tbh it felt like I wrote it in a dream. ja;slkfjasd I love so many of these this is like a trip down memory lane, so I’m going to be a wh*re and say two more haha.  This is the most honest and close to ‘real life’ thing I think I’ve written on here (and also one of the only sex scenes I didn’t lose my goddamned mind trying to write a;sldkfja;sdf). And lastly Ablaze, which was the longest thing I’d written (I think) and let me know that hey? maybe I could write a book someday <3

11. favorite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

This request for Exo Mall Baek was such a joy to write! And for some reason this Taeyong drabble makes me wish I had the time/energy to write it into a full story, it gripped me so much when I wrote it, like a movie had fully downloaded into my brain out of nowhere.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

For sure! I’d say found family is a big one. Trusting that you’ll find your place even if things don’t make sense or you feel unsure. Believing that love is worth the risk and fear of trusting someone ;laksjdfal;sd. That love can be big gestures and super intense, but that after that fades away it’s the small daily moments that matter most - the people who stay and listen when you’re sad, holding hands and forehead kisses, taking care of people when they’re sick or scared or just need company, showing up to try again or to communicate even when things are hard. 

Someone commented on a fic of mine ages ago that I helped them see that real love (of that small, daily, consistent kind) is possible and MAYHAPS I cried because underneath it all, that’s what I’d want people to take away - that love of all kinds is scary, but it’s always worth it in the end <3

13. current number of wips?

Surprisingly just ... 3? wow how time has changed hahaha. I have Jun + Baek for exo mall (plus some drabbles but that will be something people write in about, so I wouldn’t consider them wips) and then I maaaaay continute on here with the Jun + Min regency baes series. We shall see :)

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

1. I can’t NOT write Baekhyun as the biggest cheesy dork in the entire world 2. That I’ll always have endless fantasy world to live in. I have to try actively to not start new WIPs because it’s so damn easy to be inspired. If I’m ever bored I know that I can jump into some story and let myself be carried away for a while 3. that who and how i am in real life is not usually the same person that i am when it comes to the vibe of my writing, and that that’s totally okay <3

15. a quote you like from a published story.

“I wish it had been with someone like you, though,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“Someone like me?” he says, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

You look down at the floor, trying to figure out how to put how he makes you feel into words. “Yeah, someone strong, and steady. And safe.”

He lets out a laugh. “Safe? That sounds awfully similar to boring.”

“No, no. You don’t understand,” you say emphatically, coming to stand fully in front of him, grabbing his other hand as well. “You never ask me to be anything but who I am. You’re patient, kind, caring. For the longest time I thought that falling in love would be stifling. That it would… I don’t know, take my independence. Take my spirit. Make me into someone I don’t recognize.”

You step closer, holding his face in your hands. “But I can’t think of anything I want more than to be with you. You make me the best version of who I am. I don’t know how it is for you, being with me. But when I’m with you, it just feels like… home,” you finish gently.

- from Kyungsoo’s exo mall because THIS is how I feel about falling in love now, and this story was me working out what I believed about the process (like a goddamned emo bish haha)

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

For a moment you allow yourself this weakness. It won't destroy you to admire the strong lines of his body, the intensity and focus in the set of his brows, the deep, warm color brown of his eyes as they - oh lord, he's looking directly at you. As he notices you watching him his lips press into a small smile, inclining his head towards you.

'Oh no,' you say, mortified. In a breath you've blinked and drawn your arm through Maggie's, weaving your way through the crowd and dragging her with you.

'What's wrong?' she hisses in your ear, slightly off-kilter from the drink and revelry. 'You're going to tear my arm off.’.

'Sorry, he -' With a hand you push through the front doors, gulping in the cool night air and breathing deeply to steady the erratic pace of your heartbeat. 'Maggie, what's happening to me? He looked at me and I felt so... naked. I can't explain it.'

She realizes you aren't in actual distress and laughs. 'Good. About time you fell in love. I'm delighted.'

- From perhaps a future chapter of Jun and Min regency baes series....

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

Thank you so much. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. This fandom brought writing back into my life after such a long time away and I had no idea I would love it so much. The friends it’s brought me and the kind words that made me cry or cheered me up on a shitty day or made me laugh out loud and the watching other writers grow on their journeys. Getting to hear how something I made could help you feel less alone or less sad on a shitty day is all I’ve ever wanted from sharing all this. Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing parts of yourself with me <3

Tagging anyone who sees this who would like to do it, even if you don’t consider yourself a “real writer” yet (yes you are, stop doubting yourself!!!!) 😘

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A Plane For Two~

ꕥPosted: 8/21/20

ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: ~1.3k

ꕥWarnings: Protected sex, fingering, language

ꕥA/N: This was requested and I hope you all like it! Requests are still open but please keep in mind that I have gone back to college so they might not get done as quickly as before. Also, in case you can’t tell, the nickname Kitten for me is just 😩👌🥵

“Are you ready, babe?” San asked with a dimpled smile.

“Absolutely! I’m so excited!”

Today was the day San and I were headed to Paris. I had never been outside my country before and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but San always made me feel safe and confident. There’s no one I’d rather travel with. Although we’d been dating for over a year, this was our first vacation together. I was so ecstatic when he told me that he planned the entire trip just for us. I felt like we’d reached a new place in our relationship.

I remember when we told our friends we’d be leaving. The both of us were going to be gone for two weeks so we obviously had to let them know. San gathered the seven men in our apartment living room.

I gave a wide smile, “San and I are going to Paris! We’ll be gone for two weeks so just a heads up.”

“Ughhh I’m jealous as hell. I wanna go to Paris.” Hongjoong pouted and crossed his arms.

“I’m not.” Mingi shrugged.

We all turned to him, waiting for his explanation. He gave us a timid look then laughed, “I don’t speak croissant.”

Everyone burst into laughter. It was probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a while. Overall, they were quite excited for us. Yunho insisted that we take as many pictures as possible and Yeosang gave us the ‘wise’ advice to not get into a fight with a mime. “They have no mercy,” He told us. I simply nodded, not bothering to question his reasoning.

Looking around our apartment, I double checked that we had everything we needed. When I saw we left nothing behind, we drove off. We arrived at the airport roughly two hours early but both of us were just so excited we couldn’t help it.

For the past two months we had both been learning French in preparation for our trip. Our French had become pretty good given the time frame, if I’m honest.

There were several restaurants in the airport so we decided to stop for a bite before we headed off.

“McDonalds, babe?”

“San I will kick your ass if we eat fast food. We’re going to Paris, dammit.”

He shook his head and smiled. “You have passed your first test, A plus to you.”

“Oh there’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

“Pop quiz.”

The two of us found a cute little cafe to eat at. It was a beautiful Italian restaurant, complete with ornate decor. The golden lights lit up the room, giving it a cute aura.

We sat down and looked at the menu. I was pretty impressed given it was an airport restaurant. A woman asked us for our order and I couldn’t help but notice her eyeing up San. I grabbed his arm and put it around my shoulder. Back off, bitch. He’s mine. I didn’t have the balls to say it, but I certainly thought it. The woman saw my actions and looked down, obviously defeated. The woman quickly left after we selected our food, sparing no time in leaving us.

San turned to me with a playful look in his eyes, “Someone’s jealous.”

“Yeah actually I am. You’re mine.”

San gave me a sweet smile, “You’re cute.”

As we received our food we took our time to eat, discussing the places we’d like to visit, restaurants we were excited to eat at, and everything in between.

Bellies full, we walked over to where our plane would be boarding. And now, the waiting game began. It hit me how tired I truly was so I ended up in San’s lap telling him I’d only take a quick nap. The man smiled, not believing me.

I hated to admit that he was right but the next thing I knew, San was waking me up with a gentle voice as our plane number was called. The two of us looked at one another with an excited expression.

Holding hands, we boarded the plane and took our seats. I saw a male flight attendant eyeing me and I smiled to myself, waiting until San noticed, because I knew he would.

I felt a hand grab my chin and turn my head roughly before I felt a pair of soft lips interlocking with mine. I kissed back, knowing it was my jealous boyfriend. When I pulled back I was met with San’s tense eyes.

Smiling, I mocked his words earlier. “Someone’s jealous.”

He simply rolled his eyes and intertwined our fingers, placing his head on my shoulder. I chuckled to myself and looked back to where the flight attendant was previously. He was nowhere to be found.

We had intended to stay awake during the flight. Key word: intended. I ran my hands through San’s hair and within minutes he fell asleep. I knew he was exhausted and I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Watching him sleep so peacefully made me tired and I soon drifted off to sleep once again.

This time, I was the one to wake San up. The loud voice over the intercom startled me awake but he clearly didn’t have the same problem.

“Baby, we’ve gotta wake up.” I cooed.

He swatted at the air and pouted. “Five more minutes.” The roughness of his voice turned me on more than I’d like to admit, but I laughed it off and got the man to stand up and help me get our luggage.

-

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, we were in the heart of Paris. Some people quickly rushed here and there, some appearing relaxed at gorgeous eateries, but all were dressed in beautiful apparel. I was thankful that the both of us decided to dress up.

San in a purple sweater with the sleeves rolled up, causing his forearms to show—pinch me—and I in a light yellow dress with beautiful flowers adorning it.

“Where would you like to go babe?” San questioned.

I let out a chuckle, “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

San squinted and nodded. “I think we can make that happen.”

Although we didn’t quite go everywhere, we certainly saw as most of Paris as one can in two weeks. We hit all the classic tourist spots; the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Le Marais, and the Seine River. Thanks to a quick Google search we found some other fascinating places to go like Montmartre, Sacré-Coeur Basilica, and the Tuileries Garden. Every one of them had their own charm and were completely breathtaking.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and two weeks went by in a flash. We soon arrived home, and I couldn’t help but thank San endlessly for the trip.

“This trip was...beyond amazing, San. Thank you so much for this.”

“Of course. Only the best for my girl.”

I smiled and kissed him gently. I only had innocent intentions, but San had other things in mind.

San bit my bottom lip and wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tight against him, making me flush. The man smiled into the kiss and slowly began to raise my shirt over my head.

“This okay babe?” San asked between our heated kisses.

“Yes. I want this.”

At my words he threw my shirt off, soon ridding himself of his own shirt.

I felt myself grow wet at the his dark gaze. The lust in his eyes seemed to grow by the moment. I couldn’t help but feel submissive when he looked at me like that and I was more than willing to let him take the lead.

He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued to kiss. He carried me to our shared room and dropped me on the queen sized bed. I quickly took off my skirt and tossed it to the floor. San gave me a dark gaze and ran his fingertips up and down my thighs. I shivered, growing more aroused by the second. As he continued his movements, I grew impatient.

“Please for the love of god get inside me.”

San let out a loud laugh, “You sound so desperate, baby. I love it.” He emphasized the last sentence which made my walls clench, desperate for something, anything.

My boyfriend must’ve seen the desperation on face because he gave me a sympathetic look. He decided not to lead me on for too long—thank god.

He spread my legs and lowered my panties. My breathing grew ragged just from the smallest of his touches. San really had me whipped.

Slowly, he entered a single finger in me. His pace gradually grew in response to my moans. When he added another, I let out a borderline pornographic moan. He leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear. “You’re doing wonderful, kitten.”

Kitten was a nickname San solely used when he wanted sex. I’d grown to connect the two so closely that even if he mentioned the word, I’d become wet.

I whimpered. Whether at the nickname or the three fingers now inside me, I couldn’t tell.

Just as I was approaching my orgasm, San removed his fingers and I groaned at how empty I felt.

“Patience, darling.”

San kicked off his jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom from his bag.

Opening the foil, he placed the condom on his member. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Please, San. I need you.”

He entered me at a quick enough pace to make me see stars.

“Kitten if you keep clenching around me like that I’m gonna cum already.”

“I...I’m sorry I just—can’t help it. You feel so good, baby.”

It only took several thrusts from him before the coil in my abdomen was threatening to come undone. I never knew how he did it, but he could always make me fall apart faster than any man I’d been with before. Not that they were bad, necessarily, but San was just so good.

“San, baby. Please, please, please don’t stop I’m so close.”

“Already, kitten? Do I make you feel that good?”

I could barely form sentences at that point. Between heated breaths I whispered, “Yes. You always do. Make me feel so fucking good.”

He growled in response. “Cum for me then. I expect you to cum hard, you understand kitten?”

“Fu-uck yes yes I understand.”

His hand moved down to run my clit in steady circles and I found my relase. I arched my back off the bed and moaned loud. San came a few thrusts after me, letting me watch as his face twisted in pleasure. From that sight alone I could probably cum again.

He gave a dashing smiled as he came down from his high, pulling out of me and running to grab a warm towel.

San returned to clean me up, watching me with soft eyes.

“I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me. No one means anything to me in comparison to you. I love you.”

I scoffed, “You tell me that all the time you big doofus. Really though, I love you too.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m awfully tired. Would you care to cuddle with me sweetheart?”

“I’d be honored.”