#gotta be my favorite ash reaction

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

They Fucking Phantom Planeted My Boy

they fucking phantom planeted my boy

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deep crust

firefighter!poe dameron x reader

happy poevember<3 here's this little alternate universe oneshot as a treat! it takes place not too long after the events of ashes to ashes, but you can read this even if you haven't read it (though it's probably more enjoyable if you have the whole context!)

summary: poe is utterly horrified to hear you've never tried a chicago pizza.

warnings: none<3

tags: poe being a drama queen, poe being absolutely whipped, fluff, kissing, just sweet stuff and moments tbh

word count: 1.2k

I gotta admit, my non american ass had heard of chicago style pizza but had never seen what it looked like before writing this so I realized it lowkey looks unappetizing (I'm so sorry chicago people)

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The topic comes around the first time you officially invite Poe to have dinner at your new apartment. He's properly appalled, his jaw dropping in shock as he lets go of his fork.

“You’ve never had a deep dish?”

You smirk, knowing it would draw this reaction from him – or from anyone you know here, as a matter of fact. You know from experience, and it being so amusing each time kinda participates in the fact you’re refraining yourself from trying those famous Chicago style pizzas.

You give him a shrug of your shoulder, indifferently keeping on chewing on your salad. 

“That’s fine. I’m doing fine living this way” you chuckle. 

“Oh but you’re missing out.” he shakes his head, his hand closing around his glass of wine. “You don’t know it but you’ll realize and you will hate yourself for not trying them sooner.”

He sips on his wine and you scoff, looking at him, at his handsome face bathed in the warm glow of your apartment light. “You’re so dramatic.”

He points a finger at you, a stern expression over his face. “This is a proportionate reaction.”

You huff out from your nose.

He shakes his head in feign disappointment. “I can’t believe I kissed someone’s mouth who’s never had Chicago pizza” he mutters under his breath, a laugh escaping him when you playfully swat him with the back of your hand. 

From there, Poe takes it as his personal mission to get you to try a Chicago pizza.

At first, it’s just a running joke. Every time he sees you, he manages to smoothly slip it into the conversation. 

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had a deep dish,” he’ll sigh, shaking his head in fake dismay as you roll your eyes. Or he will go off on mini monologues, exaggerating the “wonders of Chicago’s pizza crust” – as he calls it, then proceeding to babble out an elaborate description of the layers of cheese and sauce with a genuineness that borders on comical. 

And each time, you brush him off with a laugh, stubbornly sticking to your claim that you’ll get around to it eventually.

But Poe is nothing if not persistent. And the principle of making you try a Chicago pizza is also what would be considered a date with you.

One evening, you receive a text from him, a link revealing “the top ten pizzerias” in Chicago, even though he knows which one is his personal favorite. 

“It’s so you have multiple options to choose from. Whichever seems the most appealing to you” he attaches to the link.

You receive another text not long after. “I’m willing to drop my favorite place but I know the owner and he would be pissed if he learned that the man that put out his kitchen fire went to another pizzeria.”

You can’t help but laugh and text him you will think about it, but he still doesn’t let up, because he has not won until he's leading you arm in arm to a pizzeria. 

Finally, the very next morning, you receive another text from him while he’s on shift at the firehouse. “Even my crew thinks it’s crazy you haven’t had a real Chicago pizza. Don’t let us down here.”

You smile, shaking your head as you type back, “You’re relentless, Lieutenant”

Seconds later, his reply comes. “This is important. History is watching”

Characteristically dramatic. Then, a picture pops up. His face, mouth twisted into a small pout, and a something in his pleading eyes that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing because you’re quick to text back,

“Fine. Pick me up on Friday”

—

“I’m gonna show you the best in town” he assures you on Friday, his face lit up with excitement and a hand at your back as you get close to his pizzeria of choice. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You know, I have high expectations now” 

“Yeah, maybe I’m overselling it,” he laughs. “But trust me” he grins, pushing the door to the place open. 

Comes the time you’re served and you take your first sample of your awaited first Chicago deep dish experience. Poe has pushed his own plate aside, waiting for the conclusion, the denouement of that whole affair.

“So?” he asks after a while, forearms leaned against the table as he intently awaits your reaction. His teeth sink into his lip, gaze thoroughly focused on every micro expression of your face as you take your time chewing on your first bite.

You lightly clear your throat once you’re done, taking the time to wipe your mouth with a napkin. 

Poe impatiently shifts his position onto his seat, and you take a deep breath for the dramatic effect and impending suspense.

“Don’t get mad,” you start, pinching your lips. He stammers, his expression turning into a remorseful one at the idea you think he would truly be disappointed for you not liking it, his hand reaching for yours over the table. “–I should have listened to you. You weren’t lying” you smirk as you continue, witnessing his face clear up almost instantly, a startled laugh escaping his mouth. 

“You had me in the first half” he admits with a grin, leaning back in his seat. “See? I would never lie to you.”

You glance up at him when you savor your next bite, but he’s not eating – he’s just watching you. There's a soft look of satisfaction and an underlying sweetness in his gaze, and the expression is so open and so unmistakably Poe it makes your stomach flip. 

“You can breathe now,” you tease, lightly nudging his foot under the table. “Come on, eat before it’s cold” 

—

You keep on teasing him when you exit the restaurant, telling him that maybe his reaction was a bit too excessive and dramatic for something that is “just pizza.” Only he’s quick to exaggeratedly counter, telling you that “it’s not just pizza, it’s a life experience”

It’s cold outside as you walk side by side down the street, in a comfortable silence between the both of you. 

Your hands lightly brush and Poe's smoothly slides into yours, taking a glance over at you to make sure it is fine, and without even looking over at him, you squeeze his hand in silent assurance, firmly looking ahead of you as the feeling of his touch makes something flutter inside your chest. 

His hand is warm and his grip is steady against your fingers numb from the cold, and it feels undoubtedly right to be holding his hand.

When you finally reach your building, he pauses, still holding your hand as he faces you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Can I kiss you again now that you’ve tried Chicago pizza?”

You laugh wholeheartedly, spontaneously nodding, a wide smile over your face as you lean into him. His lips are soft as they press against yours, his grip on your laced fingers tightening when you rest your other hand at the side of his face. 

“Goodnight,” he says quietly, the feel of him lingering as he pulls back with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Poe.”

You feel hollow saying this, already missing his presence.

You only let him go after kissing him again.

—

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: In this chapter-slut shaming, objectifying women, use of alcohol. This series will include 18+ content. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This series is one of the first that I put out. It has been left incomplete for quite a while. I felt that it needed some updating and reworking, but it is one of my favorite plot archs...so get ready. There will be fluff, smut, and a WHOLE lot of angst, so pull up your panties and get ready.

Summary: Chasing after the boy who is easily known as one of the sexiest and cockiest on campus...what could go wrong?

You felt eyes on you as you walked across the quad between classes. For what reason, you couldn’t place, but you knew that you were being watched. Peering across the quad, eyes flitting in all directions, you attempted to find the source of your insecurity. Nothing. You bundled yourself tighter within the thickness of your peacoat, shielding yourself from the blustery December cold. Making your way under an awning, you smelled the familiar odor of cigarette smoke. It wafted in your direction, beckoning for you to turn your gaze upward. Ugh. Of-fucking-course. Sam douche-bag-extraordinaire Kiszka. “Cold as fuck out here,” he said, puffing out O-rings of smoke from the side of his mouth. 

“Mm, so you decide to step out in twenty-four degree weather to smoke a ciggy?” You spat sarcastically. 

 “Bad habit, sweetheart. You know what they say…they die hard.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kept walking away from him. “There’s a party on the row tonight–you coming?” your eyebrows furrow instantly, turning to meet his gaze. 

“I haven’t been to a frat party in over a year, Sam. Why would I?” He threw his hands in the air, shrugging. His cigarette remained burning between two fingers, dropping ashes every few seconds to the ground. “Just thought it might be nice to see a refreshing face for once.” 

What the fuck? Why was Sam taking sudden interest in me? “I gotta make it to class. See you around.” You waved him off and continued walking to class. 

“Hey, Y/N, for old-time’s-sake, it really would be nice to see you there.” His eyes were the color of chocolate, which was ironic. His beauty could melt any girl on campus just like the confection–except for you. You would always be the exception.

“Bye, Samuel.”

Samuel. He liked that. He bit at the corner of his lip, his eyes following you as you disappeared within the halls. Mm, I’ll save her for later. Blowing out the last puff of smoke, he stubbed out his cigarette against the brick wall, dropping it carelessly to the ground before strolling away to the next entertaining encounter. 

***

Philosophy class soon turned into Philo-so-fucking-boring class extremely fast. Your mind wandered from the lecture, unable to focus. Why the fuck was he watching me? The truth that you wouldn’t even admit to yourself was that you had feelings for Sam, and had since freshman year. They had remained in the recesses of your mind ever since. For one, he was an asshole. You and almost every girl on campus knew it; however, some part of you would always have a soft spot for him, no matter how cocky he was. He just didn’t know it, and you sure as hell wouldn’t show it either. Fuck that red turtleneck sweater. Why did he have to look so good in it? You caught yourself doodling random hearts and sparkles in the margins of your notes as you thought about him. 

“Pssst, hey.” Your best friend, Paige jabbed you from behind with the top of her pen. “Pay attention, there’s going to be an exam tomorrow.” Your hands flew to cover your notebook from her view. “What are you hiding?” She whispered, curious as to why you were being so secretive. 

“It’s nothing, just drawings.” You realized a little bit too late that mere drawings wouldn’t have elicited such a reaction.

 “Doesn’t seem like it’s just a few drawings.”

 “Ladies, would you like to share your conversation with the class? Is it more important than the material that will be on tomorrow’s exam? Would you like to take it today after class since you don’t seem invested in the review?” You fell silent and averted eye contact, heat creeping up your necks to your faces. The remainder of class passed excruciatingly slow. When three o’clock finally arrived, you filtered out of the classroom to meet up with Paige. 

“So I was thinking…how would you feel about going to the Row tonight.” Meeting your expectations, she recoiled instantly. 

“Uh, who are you and where is Y/N? You never go to parties.” You turn away from her and begin to walk down the hallway. 

“I just thought it might be nice to do something different for a change.” Your cheeks were flaming again. 

“You’re such a liar. Who is it?” You bit your lip. 

“What do you mean?” you stalled. Paige stopped you mid-gait, grabbing at your arm. 

“Who is it, Y/N?” You had no choice but to look at her. 

“Ryan McClean.” Another Lie. It was a good replacement though. He was sweet, good looking and respectful. At least as much as could be expected for a frat boy. Paige stepped back with a hand on her hip. 

“You’ve never mentioned him, let alone told me you have a crush on him.” You continued to walk, ushering her forward.

 “Well, it kinda happened fast. I don’t know–I was hoping to see him tonight. I wanted to look cute.” You saved face by putting on an extra air of confidence. 

“Okay, okay I see you!” Paige grinned, snapping her fingers left and right as she walked. 

“Unfortunately, I have a date with Mark tonight–so I won’t be able to go.” You nodded, secretly relieved that she wouldn’t have to see you lose what little humility you had left. 

“Stay connected to the phone, don’t drink too much, play safe, get home safe,” she counted off on her fingers. 

“Thank you, Mom. Would you like to dress me, too?” you asked, grinning. Paige rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Actually, now that you ask, let’s go pick out an outfit that doesn’t scream…pilgrim lost in the twenty-first century.” You eyed her for a silent moment, challenging each other not to laugh, but you were the first one to lose, throwing your head back and cackling at her. 

“You are such a bitch!” You said, elbowing her. “Let’s go." Paige wouldn’t let you go to that party without looking your best.

***

“Lacy Monroe.” “Total babe, 13/10. Would fuck her any day,” Wyatt Sellars interjected, a massive grin pasted on his face. 

“Okay, how about Holly?” Matthew asked the question from the ping-pong table, tapping balls back to Wyatt. Christian Hearst entered the room next, a towel wrapped around his waist, applying deodorant to his armpits. 

“Wilson? She’s a bit of a bitch, but I'd chase her for a little while until I got bored.” He chuckled, walking to the fridge for a beer.

“How about Y/N?” The room falls silent, save for the fast bounce of the forfeited ping pong ball that was previously in play. Samuel Francis Kiszka. He sits cross-legged on a lounge chair in the corner, knocking back the rest of his IPA.

“You mean the sexiest girl at school?” Wyatt offered. “Is she Mormon or something? She could have easily made her way through the entire football team by now.” 

“Jesus, you dumb fuck, she’s not Mormon.” Christian came behind Wyatt, thumping him on the back of his head. 

“Well-I didn’t know, I–” 

“I think she’s stunning,” Sam says, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. His grin was obvious. His cunning expression cut through the room.

“Okay, asshole. What’s with the look?” Christian moved to the couch, taking a seat across from sam. 

“I saw her today. Walking to class.” He licked his lips as he talked. Christian rubbed his hands together, prepared to hear about some salacious romp. 

“And?” 

Sam’s eyes grow wider. “Oh, n-nothing happened, I just saw her.” A chorus of disappointed scoffs filled the room.

 “You suck, man. You literally had us going, just for fucking nothing,” Wyatt whined. 

“It’s not like anything would happen– I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin anyway,” Sam continued. 

“Oh, so she’s the pick of the litter. Nice!” Matthew interjected. Sam looked at him with a minor look of disgust, shaking his head. 

“So why are you being a pussy, Sam? I Bet–” Christian pointed his finger at Sam in a telling gesture. “I bet you…I bet you that she won’t let you take her virginity before the month is over.” Rising from his seat, Sam padded to the kitchen tossing his beer bottle across the room, where it clattered into the trash can.

“I bet you I can make it happen. Six hundred dollars and open supply of weed for one month–split evenly.” His grin emanated throughout the room.

“Aha, bet!” Matthew said, coming around Sam to slap him on the back in approval. “Paying up like a man.” Sam took a long gulp of his beer before retreating to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. 

***

Just as you finished your makeup, your hand slipped and your eyeliner streaked messily through the eyeshadow that you had just applied so effortlessly. “Fuck!” An exasperated sigh escaped your parted lips as you wiped at your eyelid to salvage the look. After several minutes, you emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed except for your top–you didn’t want to ruin it with makeup stains. Just as you pulled your head through the sparkly black crop top, your phone chimes. Paige.

Show Ryan what he’s missing, bitch! Shake that ass in my absence, too. Stay safe, I love you. Call me if you need me.

Right. Ryan. My little secret. You sent her a quick text wishing her well on her date. Pulling a pair of gold hoops through your ears, you got a notification that Carlos, your Uber driver, was waiting outside of your apartment. Grabbing a few last minute items, you made your way downstairs. Pulling up to campus, you noticed one thing first. It was loud. So loud in fact, that your head  was pounding by the time you made it to the Row. The identical houses were arranged in a perfect square with a patch of green lawn in the middle. Adirondack chairs littered the grass, loosely thrown around a glowing brick fire-pit. Girls looped themselves around boys, chattering aimlessly with beverages that sloppily poured over the sides of their cups and onto their laps and into the grass. They giggled and slurred–their heels dug into the earth, causing several unfortunate partygoers to trip and lurch, earning themselves yet another spilled drink or bitchy laughs from gaggles of jealous and judgemental girls.  

You rolled your eyes, debating on going after all, but your feet were already moving underneath you, carrying you along the sidewalk that led to each house. Who were you to think that it was smart to come here alone, especially when it was the first party you had attended in God-knows-how long? 

“Y/N!” Your eyes darted upward, trying to place the voice that was calling your name. You found him. Your eyes met his and you instantly felt like you were drowning. A vignette seemed to filter out the unnecessary material around you; the blaring music muted, the giggles and shouts subsided into soft static. He was impeccably dressed in navy silk. A tailored blazer skimmed his bare chest, provided as a mere accessory rather than a true piece of clothing. His bottoms hugged at his frame, falling just above a perfectly shined pair of leather loafers. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets as he looked directly at you–with that fucking smile. 

He strode towards you, knocking you out of the trance. Your breath hitched, sending bolts of panic through your system as he approached. Oh shit, what do I do? You thought, averting eye contact as you made every attempt to not look as awkward and helpless as you really were. 

“You’re not a hologram, right? If I remember correctly, you acted like you would rather be caught dead than come to the Row.” His feet landed in front of you as he arrived. You met his eyes, crossing your arms defensively.

“Well, I wanted to see what I was missing–by the looks of it, it just looks like it’ll lead to meaningless sex and a bitch of a hangover.” He readjusted in his spot, cocking an eyebrow upward. He likes your sass. He likes it a lot. 

“Well, it is a party, Y/N, what better to do than get drunk and fuck, hmm?” You scoffed at him, stepping off to the side, making your way to the first house. You heard his shoes tapping the pavement as he walked. Good. You wanted him to follow you. 

“What is your drink of choice?” He asked, trying to change the subject to something more playful. “I usually stick with tequila–the citrus notes are just–” You heard him kiss the tips of his fingers in a “chef’s kiss” gesture from behind you. You couldn’t help but grin, careful to maintain your guarded disposition. 

“Got any Pappy?”  You asked, turning over your shoulder with a grin. “I’m an expensive lay.”

Sammy snorts. “Two thousand dollar bourbon? You know the fucking answer, sweetheart.” That earned him a smile. You turned to face him and were immediately tossed upside down at the sight of his dimples. 

“Well, we do have some lovely white claw reserve that was bought at this very upscale store. Maybe you know it–Target?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Shut up, Sam!” He smiled warmly, coming beside you, pulling an arm around your shoulder.

 “Let’s go find something worth drinking, hmm?” You hadn’t processed what was happening, but you didn’t want to, either. You let it happen, weighing risk versus reward.  You stepped forward into the party with him at your side, forgetting the lie you had told paige. So much for finding Ryan. Instead, you found Sam. 

End of Part.

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I may be on semi- hiatus but ill never leave u pookies during a comeback so MY REACTIONS

Runners

FELIX INTRO???

OH MY FUCK I LOVE THIS SONG

CHANGBIN COMING IN THEN HAN

CHANS VOCALS THE HYUNJINS OMDDD

GOAT???? OH MY SOULLLLLLL

"feeling edgy watch me take it all" OMS

PREACH BINNIE "CAUSE ALREADY I KNOW I CAN HEAR THE W'S"

WE RUNNING TO THE END ALL DAY AND NIGHT WE FLYYYYYY

CHANS VOCALS AND FELIX'S DEEP VOICE MIXED AT THE END THE WHOLE SONG WA SIN ENGLISH AND THE LYRICS CHANGBIN PREACHING I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

THE GOAT WE'RE STUNNING🗣️🗣️🗣️

Stray kids

RAAHHH IM SO EXCITED

okay slow intro

sounds like its gonna be nostalgic

FELIX VOCALS

🗣️🗣️

"WE DO WHAT WE WANNE DO THE MESSAGE THROUGH OUR MUSIC" TELL EM INNIE

OKAY SEUNGMINNIE

AND THEN HANNIE

STRAY KIDS STILL GONNA ROCK ON THE HELAVATOR🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

"WE STIL STRAY WE ALWAYS STAY ON THE LONELY STREET" OH MY DAYYYSSS HOLY FUCKKKK

"KNOW THAT THIS IS WHO WE ARE THERE AINT NO LAST STEP OUT" THEY SILENCED THE DISBANDMENT RUMORS WAHHH I LOVE THEM SM

Mountains

IT STARTS OF STRONG OKAY INNIE

FELIX RAPPING WITH I. N VOCALS IN THE BACK IM GEEKING

"HEAVY AND IM PROUD, BACKBONE NEVER SUFFERING"

CHANGBIN AND HYUNJIN RAPPING RAAHHHHH

SEUNGMIN RAPPING RAAH IM ENDING IT ALL MY SON OH MY DAYSSS

MOUNTAIN MOUNTAINS🗣️🗣️

CHAN VOCALS OMD

"I FEEL THE AIR VIBRATING SO LOUD" (i feel smthn else vibrating)

HELLO SWITCHING BETWEEN BINNIE HAN AND HYUNJIN OH IM TWEAKKINGGGG

"I RULE THIS PLACE NOBODY CAN HANDLE ME HANDS OFF"

"I DOMINATE THE GROUND, THE ECHOING SURROUND, JUST FEEL THE AIR VIBFATING SO LOUD""THIS CLOUD NINE WE'RE AT THE TOP"

OH MY DAYS THAT END WAS SO GOOD RAAHHH FELIX AND IN MIXING THE DEEP VOICE AND VOCALS

I like it

HELLO?? IT SOUNDS FUNKY THEN SEUNGMIN COMES IN

OMD ITS A SEXY SONG "pushing me futther pulling me closer some sorta of chemistry"

HELLO

FELL OFF MY SEAT

"I think im addicted to the tittle 'you&me'" AND IF I KMS

YES MINHO SING MY FAVORITE PART

CHAN WITH "yeah I love that I like you but I don't wanne love"

this song feels like hanging out inna pool with ur situationship in the summer

OOHH I LIKE IT OOHHH I LIKE IT

"lets not go official we can keep it you and me" I WILL KMS CHRISTOPHER DONT PLAY WITH ME

BEFORE WE LOVE, WE LOVE THIS FEELING BABE🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

JJAM

OH I CAN ALREADY TELL THIS IS GONNA BE A FUN SONG

FINGER LICKING YEAH🗣️🗣️

GO BINNIE WE LOVE A BINTRO

SEUNGMIN INTROING HYUNJIN THEN FELIX HELLO HOLY SHIT YALL SPITTING BARS AND THEN MINHO AND HAN VOCALS

THE ELECTRONIC BREAK DOWN

OH SHIT NEW DOMINO

"ITS OUR PLAYGROUND ITS GETTING CROUDED"

SEUNGMIN N I. N AGAIN

I GOTTA MOVE, LOOK AT MY GROOVE🗣️🗣️🗣️

SAY WOAH

I KNOW YOU KNOW WE KNOW

HAN AND CHANGBIN THROWING TO EACH OTHER

SO JUST SPREAD IT OUT

PLEASE ILL BUY THIS JAM DONT EVEN PLAY WIT ME

Twilight

the soft intro

IT SOUNDS OLDEN TIMES LIKE THE RECORD SOUNDS WITH THE PIANO??

HAN VOCALS STARTING

THEN MINHOOOOOOII

"did the temperature of you and me burn so hot it turned into ashes" IS WILD HAN HOW DARE YOU

"without a trace only black ashes remained becoming a sad memory that only we know" IS BARSSSS OMD

I CANT WITH THIS SONG IM ALREADY CRYINGGGG

"I thought I deleted ut but when I think of you I cry without fail" yho so real im geeking

"my tears increased and sleep decreased" RAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"will I see your traces? I want to but your footprints had already left" WAHHHH

CHK CHK BOOM

WOLVERENE

RYAN ON THE NEWS

get that man some toiletpaper. RAAHH I LOVE THE INTRO

HYUNJIN IN THE RED LOOKING SO RELAXEDDD

LEEKNOW IN GREEN LOOKS SO GOOD

AND FELIX WITH THE SILVER AHIR AND BLUE LIGHTING

HAN STARTING IT HE LOOKS SO GOOD IM GEEKING

"sick of this life uts regulat" EAT CHANGBIN

RAAHH AND WITH THE PURPLE HAIIRRRR

SEUNGMIN SNIPER ERA??

RAAHHH CHRIS WITH THE LOW DRAWLL IM TWEAKING I CANT HANDLE THIS HE LOOKS SO GOOD TOOO

HYUNJIN MY CUZZIE U LOOK SO GOOD IM GONNNA CRYYYY RAAHHH THE RED SUITS U SM

"LOBOS WE CANNOT STOP HUNTING " 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

PLEASE I CANT DO THIS LEE KNOW UR DOING SO WELL

THEN HAN WITH MORE RAPPING

AND CHANGBIN ROLLING HIS R'S

HELP I. N CALLING RYAN

AND THE SEUNGMIN DOING THE LOW DRAWL LINE CHAN DID OH IM GEEKING

PLEASE FELIX THEN CHAN DOING THE CHORUS

MY BULLET GOES TANG TANG TANG🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

(listened to the festival version, it goes just as hard, I WILL appear in the club it plays)

FULL ALBUM

Honestly my notes are shorter compared to usual but thats cuz I literally have NO words like AT all HOLY SHIT they made us wait and it was so worth it im geeking its such a good album

[major-fukkup]

@hyperobsession here goes!

So, I've created several different DnD pcs, as one does, so I can use them for different things BUT in my mind they all also exist in a separate AU where they're all in the same party and the problem with this is three of them are rogues.

Two of them, Ezian (catfolk) and Vargas (tiefling), become best friends almost immediately (just kidding it takes at least a week or two) bc it turns out they share a braincell and work reeeaaally well together. And they basically force the third, Sivain (half elf), to join their lil mini group within the party just bc ya know, they gotta, but he's traumatized (to be fair they all are lol but his trauma was the most recent) and doesn't wanna get close to anyone. Eventually he learns to trust them, and they never let him down. At least, not intentionally.

They are, for all practical purposes, being babysat by Storm, the chillest bard ever (you may remember him - he's a dragonborn), and Ash, a wood elf druid with a moral compass that won't quit. They basically become co- party leaders on account of being the smartest, and also the biggest and strongest (in a "the strong protect the weak" kind of way, not a "might makes right" way lol).

Storm doesn't really care what the rogues do as long as they aren't actually hurting anybody, but Ash tries to talk morals into them - to be fair they do have standards of their own but they struggle quite a bit with reason and logic, and Sivain believes quite heavily in destiny and luck. For example if someone drops their wallet or whatever and doesn't notice then it's fair game - bad luck for them, good luck for him.

Ash eventually learns to look the other way sometimes, but not if there is an objectively morally correct course of action that can be taken. She chooses not to partake of any goods that she knows are stolen but she isn't going to deprive her companions of stuff they actually kind of need, either.

Also Volstar, the edgy halfling sorcerer, is there but he mostly keeps to himself. He spent the first few months with the party constantly assuring them (himself actually) that he was ONLY in the same place at the same time as them because they happened to be investigating the same thing (they asked for his help one time with one thing and he was already looking into it so he figured why the hell not but he expected them to leave him alone afterward and they very much did not).

He talks to his mage hand and minor illusion more than any of them. ...Until one day he finds himself calling the party his friends. He never regrets it, either.

And of course we can't forget about Mark, a high elf ranger who doesn't give any fucks about anyone or anything except himself and smoking weed (I originally made him a high elf just for that joke even though wood elf would make more sense). He's literally just a hunter but he always wondered what was beyond the forest so he agrees to accompany the party into the city they're heading toward.

While there, they find a raccoon and he tries to kill it but it starts talking and the other party members decide to adopt it. Its (his) name is Roadkill but it's unclear if he already had that name or if they gave it to him.

Roadkill immediately decides Mark is his favorite person, you know, the guy who tried to kill him at first sight, and spends the majority of his time sitting on his shoulder. He refuses to get within five feet of Ash despite the fact that she's objectively the most adept at animal handling.

He is also a thief (I'm not giving him a class simply bc he'd be a rogue and that would make four, and also bc he's a raccoon and doesn't deserve a class [affectionate]) and frequently attempts to steal from Mark, who in turn chases him around trying to stab him. This continues nearly every night until Mark is given a reason to care about someone other than himself and has a change of heart (it is unclear how much time that takes, and also unclear exactly what happens to incite this reaction - I have some ideas but nothing set in stone yet).

Roadkill also fights with the rogues over shiny things. They don't try to kill him like Mark did but he does find a dagger somewhere and they quickly give up on trying to take it away from him.

That's about it for these guys, for right now anyway. I have so much more to say about each one but that can be done another time, in another post.

I'm also working on a couple more pcs including a half orc paladin and a drow cleric but since I'm not overly familiar with either of those classes I'm waiting 'til I have time to consult the Player's Handbook before continuing their development. I also want to add a barbarian to the mix but I don't have any exceptionally good ideas for one so I'm not sure yet. Maybe a gnome bc I love the idea of a really strong tiny dude. I was considering a gnome fighter instead but again, not sure.

I have a number of npcs as well that I'd love to talk about, but that's DEFINITELY going in a different post.

Anyway feel free to ask for more info about any of these guys! Like I said I have a lot more to say XD

[tj4shy]

A silly and short Dutch Van der Linde x shifter reader fic thing

Okay so this is basically just a first interaction with Dutch van Der Linde I would have once i manage to shift to RDR2, but i decided to post it here in case any shifters need motivation/inspiration for their first day I hope you enjoy it x please don't criticize my writing, english isn't my first language and this is my first time genuenly posting something on tumblr

I wake up and I am met with Dutch staring down at me, I am pretty dizzy and distorted, I prop myself up on my elbows but before i can regain my consciousness fully i get questioned by him “Who are you?” I mumble my real name “Tjaša”, the name is foreign to him and he catches only a bit “Ash?” I stare at Dutch in slight disbelief that he managed to butcher my name this bad, but I am too disoriented to correct him or just to bother correcting him “yeah, that”, he then offers me a hand so i can pull myself up from the laying position, I take it, while he pulls me up he says “the name’s Dutch Van der Linde” as I stand up, I regain back my consciousness fully and try to make it look like I made a mental note in my mind of his name despite knowing it beforehand.

As I take in my surroundings I realise where I actually am, the realisation hits me like a truck, but I remain calm, i feel my body with my hands and swat off any dirt on me, as I look down I see my old black zip up hoodie, red t-shirt and my gray sweatpants accompanied by my red socks and Sketchers. After taking in my surroundings and grounding myself Dutch speaks up again.

“What happened to you? Arthur says that he found you knocked out on the side of the road” oh. that. I remember my stupid story that I am meant to sell them and begin explaining “I- I dont remember, sir” its polite to use proper official terms is it not? “Where am I?” i contrast the politeness before, by interrupting him as he was about to say something “Horseshoe Overlook, a minute on horseback away from Valentine” this is my first time here, no way I would know where it is despite the fact that I visited this location in my favorite videogame many many times “I’m sorry, where?” Dutch now picks up on my foreign accent, he at first brushed it off as dizziness from being knocked out, but now realises that it is a part of who I am “America, young lady” I give him an unamused look “I figured that part out, sir… what year is it?” let him figure it out on his own, I think to myself, if he hasnt picked the fact up by looking at my clothes, surely he will get it now, right? “1899” he says pridefully, clearly missing my hints, so i just serve it to him on a plate “fuck… this cant be right” he finally gives me the awaited puzzle look “What do you mean by that?” okay, here we go, now is the time to sell him the absolutely insane story “I am not supposed to be here… sir, I- I am from the year 2024” okay I sent it fully, now lets see the reaction “Lady, I am afraid you hit your head a bit too harshly” oh boy, now the convincing begins “Sir, look at my clothes, do they not look foreign?” he checks me out for the first time ever, not that he wont be doing much of that later on “Foreign yes, but from another time no, impossible” okay hes not easy to convince, lets pull the plastic trick… I remove one of my shoes and point on the end of a shoelace “this is plastic… it hasn’t even been invented yet” he carefully inspects this curious material I called plastic… “I don’t recognize it, but I still don’t believe you” shit okay, now we gotta pull out the tags on my clothes “see here? it says that it was produced in the year 2023, which isnt my year cause I had this hoodie for a year, but still its from the future” okay this better be it… he gives me a puzzled look not being able to come up with a reasonable explanation for it, he does a double take and looks at me in disbelief “And how are you here then?” he bought it, yes, lets proceed “No idea, but I want to go home, sir” he briefly tries to find a way for me to time travel back, but is met with no success, he sighs as if this is going to be the toughest news of my life “Miss, I am afraid I have no idea” of course you don’t, I am a shifter dumbass, but oh well at least you feel sorry for me.

[barry-propaganda]

Holy shit, I just decided to check watch.pokemon.com on a whim, only to find it’s got season 11 up on it currently, meaning it’s got Barry’s introductory episode. So I have decided that I must do a not-so-live reaction (‘cause I’m gonna put all my thoughts in this one post and then post it).

Alright, here we go: S11E49 Barry’s Busting Out All Over

The Sinnoh Arc openings go HARD.

I know the episode just started, but HE’S HERE! Love that they introduce him with the classic “THUD!”

Love the consistency of him saying he’s gonna fine you but then him never enforcing it; maybe he keeps a running tab?

Brock, Dawn; Ash was not running that fast or that far away that you missed him meeting Barry.

Dawn, why do you sound surprised to have found Fantina at her gym?

THUD! the sequel

Okay, so Dawn knows who Barry is, but they still made the executive decision to have them not be childhood friends in the anime?

It’s been so long since I watched the Sinnoh Arc that I forgot just how big a Paul stan they made Barry. If you’re gonna have Barry constantly bring up a trainer he thinks is real strong, at least get it right and have him bring up Palmer. (That other post was right that he really does feel like a mouthpiece to hype up Paul here.)

I will say, this definitely feels like a conversation that would happen between 10 year olds, at least.

Barry, I know I think you deserve better than Palmer, but I would literally take you not shutting up about him over you not shutting up about Paul; since, you know, that’d be CONSISTENT.

[Barry: I have 3 badges. Ash: I’ve got 4.] XD this reminds of when Ash said he had 7 badges and then Barry flexed his 6 badges on him.

More on them being 10, it definitely makes them constantly falling for Team Rocket schemes more believable; especially here since this is Barry’s first encounter with them.

Sinnoh Arc motto is fun, especially since I think it’s the one that gets interrupted the most; my favorite will always be when Jessie was hit with Yawn in the Hippopotas episode and fell asleep during the motto, so James has to cover her lines while doing an impression of her.

SPEAKING OF THEM BEING INTERRUPTED, BARRY LITERALLY DID! They were just about to finish too 😂

I’ve never understood how the hair that Dawn has pulled back by that third clip is longer than the rest of her hair.

Love how offended TR gets at Fantina saying they don’t know how to dance.

Also love “James loves his Pokémon” moments, this time featuring his old Cacnea.

Those three have GOTTA be doing theatre on the weekend or something, right? The dramatics, the rhyming, the alliteration, etc.

“I’m not sure what you mean by bonding with them.” BARRY, DON’T YOU HAVE A FUCKING ROSERADE?? I mean, unless you caught it as a Roselia…

Barry, why are you making it sound like Paul is who inspired you to become a Trainer? WHAT ABOUT YOUR DAD, BARRY?

Barry, is your Staraptor secretly part Grass-Type? How did one Flamethrower from a Chimchar take it out?

I WAS RIGHT, YOU DO HAVE A ROSERADE!!

I always forget that the anime tends to not give a flying fuck about type match-ups or STAB or whatever.

Dawn, he also earlier put a Grass-Type against a Fire-Type, and he won that bout, so… Also Empoleon is part Steel-Type, which I think makes Electric neutral (I forget if it does or not) which realistically doesn’t make sense (since water and metal both conduct electricity).

Huh, surprised they kept the consistency of having to recharge after Hyper Beam.

RIP the days of Volt Tackle; you will be missed.

Alright, episode over; that was fun. Thanks for joining me slip a lil further down the Barry wormhole.

[neroli9]

SO! SINCE THERE'S MORE - I was wondering if you'd truly be done with the undertale fandom once this finishes or could we expect more maybe? It sounds like we're nowhere close to the actual ending and I can only imagine how much this final stretch will take out of you lol nice chapter btw my favorite part was when Sans got judged at the bar

Once I'm done with APJFM, I want to try writing original fiction -- I doubt I'll ever spend this much time on a fanfic again! However, it'll be a while until we're done with APJFM.

Sans getting judged at the bar was inspired by @peonylanterns' reactions when she read what is now ch. 87, and Sans initially suggests marriage to Reader. She's allowed me to excerpt her reactions under the cut. (Red is her comments, blue is me.)

He frowns, leaning on the table and holding his hand to his chin. Then he brightens up. “those fuckers couldn’t call you my mistress if we were married, right? they’d have to call you my wife, or it’d be libel.”

death penalty

Yep — just as he’s thinking “hey here’s a great idea” he is actually signing his own death warrant 

You freeze. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“that’d give'em something to write about. we just have to find the right piece of paper and the right asshole in a suit, and boom, they gotta change their tune. how soon can we do that? there some kinda waiting period for a marriage license? i dunno anything 'bout this kinda stuff."

death penalty by buzzsaw

🤯🪚

“I, uh…“ 'Flabbergasted' doesn't quite seem to cover your reaction. "Are you seriously proposing to me?"

He frowns. "yeah. i mean, it makes sense, right?"

“You want to marry me because it makes sense,” you say, your voice unnaturally calm.

He looks more carefully at your face, and frowns. “i thought human girls liked getting proposed to.” 

death penalty with buzzsaw and also your ashes get thrown into the sewer so you can be essence of shit for all of eternity

So what I’m hearing is, you don’t think this is a good plan on his part 

“I thought you didn’t care about human marriage."

“i don’t,” he says with a dismissive gesture. “just figure it would make things a little easier on you. can’t control what the papers print, but if we’re married, they gotta treat you with a little more respect.”

going to take him apart ligament by ligament with my bare hands

But he thinks he’s being so damn smart 🤪

“So you’re making an honest woman out of me.”

He looks at you, and suddenly seems to grasp that mistakes may have been made. “look, it was just an idea. if you don’t wanna do it, it’s all the same to me.”

going to pay someone to continually restore your HP while you get eaten by dogs so that you can't die

Hahahaha

[krat395]

Ticklish With a Side of Kindness (Chapter 2)

Man, Kyle's a real cutie, isn't he? And an immensely ticklish cutie at that! X3 One look at him and you would not believe that he has one hell of a dark backstory! And in this chapter, we learn about Kyle's backstory in addition to where else he's ticklish. And since Kyle's backstory consists of some rather gritty events that some of you might find to be quite disturbing, I feel that a disclaimer is in order, since they're events that could actually happen in real life! So here it is… The characters and events depicted in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to real people, living or dead, and events is purely coincidental.

Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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TICKLISH WITH A SIDE OF KINDNESS

Chapter 2: Two Teenage Ticklers, Twice the Fun! ;)

 Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEP! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAIT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WAIT, NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEEHEEASE NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUCH! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Wow! I gotta HAND it to you, Kyle, that's quite a reaction! *exclaimed Fuku, just for an excuse to make a pun like a certain friend of her father's and a regular at his pub* Heeheeheehee!

 Ash: Really? Really, babe? *Ash uttered in response, not too amused by Fuku's pun* Heheheheh.

 After tickling Kyle's arms and shoulders and rolling his shirt's sleeves back down, Fuku and Ash targeted another unusual spot. His palms! His least ticklish spots but still very ticklish spots of his! And to do just that, they needed to pry his hands open; Fuku holding his right hand fingers with her left hand and Ash holding his left hand fingers with her right hand. Then with their free hands, they drummed, raked, and scribbled their fingers all over his palms and blew some raspberries on them as well, repeating everything they did when they tickled his arms and shoulders. Kyle was laughing, squealing, squeaking, and everything in between. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free his hands from their grasps. Not that he wanted to but like his laughter, his frantic movement was an involuntary reaction to the tickles. And while Fuku and Ash were tickling his palms, Kyle looked like he was doing a hula dance while sitting down, swerving side to side in his seat with every passing second. But when Fuku and Ash tickled his legs however, the entire time they drummed, raked, and scribbled their fingers all over them on the outside of his jeans from his thighs all the way down to his ankles, he bounced up and down on the couch like that of a kangaroo, which just so happens to be his favorite animal. And to effectively tickle his legs, Fuku and Ash found that it was best to kneel on the floor next to the couch rather than sit next to him on the couch; Fuku kneeling to his right with her right arm wrapped around his right ankle and tickling his right leg with her left hand fingers and Ash kneeling to his left with her left arm wrapped around his left ankle and tickling his left leg with her right hand fingers.

 Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOHOHOHOLY MACARONI!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!! GUYS, NOT, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOT MY LEGEHEHEHEHEHEGS TOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!! OOWEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEEHEE!!

 Fuku: Ahahahawww! *cooed Fuku with a giggle, adoring Kyle once more* Heeheeheehee! X3

 Ash: Heheheheheh. Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! *teased Ash in response to Kyle's bouncing* Are you being a kangaroo, Kyle? Huh? Are you being a kangaroo? That's your favorite animal, right?

 Kyle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YEHEHEHEHEAH!! *Kyle frantically answered through his laughter as he bounced up and down at faster rate; even faster the moment his knees were targeted* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! HOHOHOHOLY RAVIOHOHOHOHOLI!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT MY KNEES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NOT MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! LEEEYAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

 Kyle was in stitches. For a little 9-year-old boy, he has quite the pair of ticklish legs. Even with jeans on, his legs are very ticklish! And if he thought that Fuku and Ash wouldn't blow any raspberries on them, then he thought wrong! After the two teenage girls finished drumming, raking, and scribbling their fingers all over his legs, they lifted up his pant legs and each blew raspberries on his calves and knees, causing him to double over in laughter in less than one second and squeak in between his various bursts of laughter. He laughed so hard he cried, prompting both Fuku and Ash to give him a break and hand him some tissues to dry his eyes before their next course of action. That was thoughtful of Fuku and Ash but unfortunately for Kyle, he didn't feel completely relaxed during his break. Because during his short break, Fuku and Ash wrapped their arms around his ankles once again; Fuku with her left arm around Kyle's right ankle and Ash with her right arm around Kyle's left ankle; and took off his brown shoes, revealing his socked feet (white socks with gray bottoms). At that moment, Fuku and Ash made it perfectly clear to Kyle that they were intending to tickle his feet next and in response to that revelation, Kyle's entire body tensed up and Kyle himself involuntarily tried to pull his feet out of the teenage girls' grasps, for his feet are extremely ticklish. Even with socks on!

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Oh no, no running away, you lil' cutie you. *cooed Fuku, Kyle's right foot shaking vigorously in her grasp*

 Ash: Pfft! Yeah, Kyle, not before the REAL FUN can begin, am I right?

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Yes, babe, yes. Because from this point on, we'll be focusing on the fun spots, starting with the feet! Heeheeheeheehee! Ready, Kyle? Ready to put your… "best foot forward?" *asked Fuku, for no reason other than to make another pun* Heeheeheehee!

 Ash: Really, babe? Another pun? Who do you think you are? Mr. Bony Pants Guy?

 Fuku: Mr. Bony Pants Guy? You means Sans?

 Ash: Eeeeeeeeek! Yes, HIM! *shudders*

 Fuku: Wow, babe, you must really have a problem with him, huh?

 Ash: What?! Oh, no, I don't have a problem with him personally. He's a good guy. It's just that… I feel that there are a few too many people out there that give him way more attention than what he deserves. You know what I mean?

 Fuku: Heeheehee! I do. Sometimes I feel that way about my dad. Sometimes…

 While the girls appeared to be distracted with their conversation, Kyle found a window of opportunity to try and slip his feet out of their grasps. He wasn't necessarily trying to escape but if had managed to free himself, he might've taken off running to teach both Fuku and Ash a lesson. That being, don't get so easily distracted! But Fuku and Ash weren't as distracted as Kyle thought though. Because the moment they felt him trying to slide his socked feet out of their grasps, they ended their conversation and then went to town on said feet, sending him into a fit of hearty giggles and laughter as they drummed, raked, and scribbled their fingers all over the socked soles of them.

 Fuku and Ash: Oh no you don't! *shouted Fuku and Ash at the same time as they both began tickling Kyle's socked feet* Jinx! Heeheeheehee/Heheheheheh…

 Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!! OH NOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!! NO, NO, NO, NOHOHO, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

 Ash: Heheheheh. Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yehehes, yehehehehehehes! *said Ash somewhat mockingly, but again, without any intention of offending Kyle*

 Fuku: Ahahahahaw! He's shaking his little foot. *cooed Fuku, adoring the sight of Kyle's right foot waving in her grasp*

 Kyle was in stitches once again. He has extremely ticklish feet. And to make matters worse for the little 9-year-old himself, Fuku and Ash hadn't yet removed his socks! He was losing his mind with socks on and of all the spots the girls could’ve tickled him, they chose to tickle his soles. His soles are more ticklish than his toes and not a single inch of them was left alone by Fuku and Ash. They tickled every inch of the soles of his feet, drumming, raking, and scribbling their fingers against them with every passing second. And they did so all over again after pulling both of his socks off, instantly causing him to double over in laughter, wave his feet at an even faster rate, wiggle and spread every single one of his ten toes wildly, and hop up and down on the couch as if he were a kangaroo once again. Kyle's feet are even more ticklish without socks on and after about ten seconds of tickles without socks on, he had tears rolling down his cheeks due to laughing so freakishly hard and lost all focus he had to his surroundings. The ticklish sensations simply overwhelmed Kyle and Fuku and Ash adored his reactions so much that they found themselves crying once again. They simply couldn't help themselves. And their fingers weren't the only things they used to tickle his bare feet with either. In addition to their fingers, they also used a feather and toothbrush. Fuku used a fire feather that she conjured out of thin air and Ash used a toothbrush that she had stored in her right pants pocket; a regular toothbrush to be exact, not an electric one. And for some reason, that toothbrush is fireproof ;) And with that feather and toothbrush, the two girls thoroughly tickled Kyle's soles, toes, and spaces in between his toes, eliciting much of the same reactions as before; just with more squealing. Much more squealing!

 Kyle: AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HEEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! LEEEYAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Kyle was in pure hysterics. If he didn't have fingers drumming, raking, or scribbling against his soles, he had feather plumes and toothbrush bristles grazing and brushing against his soles and toes or sawing and brushing between his toes and vice versa. Not a single second went by when he wasn't laughing his precious head off and soaking his face with his own tears. But fortunately for young Kyle, the tickle torture didn't last for a tremendously long period of time. After about three minutes or so, Fuku and Ash stopped tickling his feet and gave him another breather. But not before first blowing some raspberries on his feet! Fuku suggested that they blow raspberries. And for good reason…

 Ash: What? Blow raspberries? On his feet?! *asked Ash in disbelief, hesitant to blow raspberries on Kyle's bare feet*

 Fuku: Yeah, babe; like my lizard uncle (Rocco) does sometimes. It's kind of his thing. Heeheeheeheehee!

 Ash: Oh, your lizard uncle. Nice. (Love that guy! He's so cool! X3) Ok, you've convinced me. PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…

 Fuku: Heeheehee! Great! :D PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…

 Fuku and Ash: PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…

 Kyle: GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* KYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *SQUEAK* CRAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GUYS!!!! *SQUEAK" HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GUYS, STOHOOHOHOHOP!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! I'M GO… BWAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'M GON… *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'M… EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEE!!!! I'M GONNA PEE MY PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANTS!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 "I'm gonna pee my pants." Upon hearing those very words, Fuku and Ash immediately stopped tickling Kyle and released him. Then as soon as Kyle was able to catch his breath and stand up, he ran to the bathroom and relieved himself. Both girls are aware that food and drink doesn't convert into magical energy for humans and they did make sure that Kyle used the bathroom before they started tickling him. But because he drank more than the recommended amount of lemonade during supper, he needed to use the bathroom again sooner than they anticipated. And Fuku and Ash let him because they're thoughtful like that. Then as soon as Kyle was done in the bathroom, he made his way back to the living room couch rather than try to run away and/or hide from Fuku and Ash. Yes, despite his various pleas to stop and his need for the bathroom while his feet were being played with, he had tons of fun being tickled by Fuku and Ash. Kyle loves having Fuku as his big sister so much. He never had any siblings or cousins to play with growing up during his early childhood years and now that he has Fuku as his big sister, he can just never get enough of her loving affection and antics. She's everything he could ever ask for in an older sibling. X3 And as for Ash, we'll, she's a bonus! The girlfriend of Fuku, she's essentially like a second older sibling to Kyle. And two older siblings means twice the fun! X3 And Kyle better be ready too! Because for the rest of his tickle time, Fuku and Ash will be paying extra special attention to his immensely sensitive torso!

 Kyle: Heeheeheehee! Alright, what's next, you guys? *asked Kyle all giddily shortly after leaping back onto the couch*

 Shortly after Kyle leapt back onto the couch, Fuku and Ash sat next right to him once again; Fuku off to his right and Ash off to his left.

Ash: Oh! Kyle, you… you came back! *exclaimed Ash, surprised to see that Kyle came back to the living room*

 Kyle: Heeheeheehee! Y-yeah. W-why wouldn't I?

 Ash: Well, judging by how you reacted when we tickled your feet, I thought maybe you'd try to run off somewhere and hide from us.

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! This little tickle-loving cutie patootie? *cooed Fuku, while hugging Kyle and shortly before repeatedly pecking him on his right cheek* No. Not at all. Heeheeheehee!

 Kyle: Pffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeehee!! *Kyle giggled in response, Fuku's kisses tickling him lightly* Fuhuhuhukuhuhuhuhuhu!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeehee!! Dang it, Fuhuhuhuhuhukuhuhuhuhu!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeehee!!

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Kyle, relax; because this is nothing compared to what Ash and I are going to do next.

 What Fuku said was true. Her kisses were nothing compared to what she and Ash were planning to do next. And before Kyle could ask her and Ash what they were planning to do, he found himself being pinned face down on the couch. Then shortly after he was pinned down, Fuku kneeled over him, sandwiching him between her knees at his hips, and Ash pinned his arms down above his head, granting Fuku easy access to his armpits. With his arms pinned above his head and a teenage fire elemental kneeling over him while he was lying face down on the couch, Kyle had nowhere to go. And with that observation in mind, Fuku began tickling him, drumming her fingers all over his back on the outside of shirt to start.

 Kyle: PFFFFFHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! *Kyle laughed heartily, while repeatedly and involuntarily kicking his legs behind him and Fuku* OHOHOH NOHOHO, NOT MY BACK!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT MY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHACK!!! *he pleaded, doing perhaps the best impression of a goat a human can possibly do without even trying* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Fuku: Pffff… Heeheeheeheehee! "Baaaaaaaah?" What do you think you are, Kyle? A goat? *asked Fuku with a giggle, finding it amusing that Kyle did an impression of a goat without even trying*

 Kyle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO, I AHAHAHAM NOT A GOHOHOHOAT!!! *shouted Kyle in response, too busy laughing to realize that Fuku was just teasing* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA!!!

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Of course you aren't, silly. Oh, but you're cute like one though. (Cute like Prince Asriel! X3) Heeheeheeheehee! Right, Ash?

 Ash: Heheheheheh. Yes, babe, yes. *Ash agreed* Now are you gonna tickle those armpits of his or am I gonna have to? *she teased, eager to see how Kyle reacts to armpit tickles from Fuku*

 Fuku: Hey, I'm getting to them! And I'm gonna get 'em when he least expects it too, yes I am! Heeheeheeheeheehee!

 And she did too! After what felt like several minutes of drumming, raking, and scribbling her fingers all over Kyle's back, Fuku dug her fiery index fingers into the hollows of the young boy's armpits, because her index fingers were all that were needed to get Kyle in stitches. ;) And the moment Kyle felt those fiery index fingers touch his armpits, he squealed as loud as he possibly could and jolted so roughly that Ash almost lost her grip on his arms. His armpits are also extremely ticklish and before too long, he found himself kicking his legs behind him and Fuku at an even faster rate, his bare feet slamming down against the couch with every passing second. Fuku did a number on Kyle's armpits with her fingers alone, tickling the little boy himself to tears once again. And on his neck and sides as well! For what felt like a long while, Fuku tickled Kyle's armpits, sides, and neck, and even his ears, making him laugh his precious head off with every passing second. And while Fuku may have started with her index fingers alone, she did throw her other fingers into the mix as time went by; first her middle fingers, then her ring fingers, then her pinky fingers, and then her thumbs. But that wasn't all! After tickling him with her fingers, she lifted his shirt and blew five fire raspberries on his lower back, making him laugh at an even louder volume and elicit various squeaks.

 Fuku: PBFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFFF… PBFFFFFFFFFF…

 Kyle: EEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO, *SQUEAK* NOT… HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SQUEAK* STOHOHOHOHOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOHOHOHOP, PLEEHEEHEEASE!!! *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHEE!!!

 And by "stop," Kyle meant "keep going," of course. But he ended up getting more than he bargained for though because the moment Fuku finished blowing raspberries on his back, she resumed tickling him with her fingers, which wasn't so bad at first. But then suddenly, Ash joined in! Ash, who had been holding Kyle's arms down for a while now, released Kyle's arms and moved over towards his legs. Then with little hesitation, she kneeled over said legs; his ankles between her knees; and tickled his bare feet, scribbling her fingers all over every immensely sensitive inch of them! And his legs as well but mostly his feet, his immensely ticklish feet. And she did so all the while Fuku tickled his neck, back, sides, and armpits, causing the little 9-year-old himself to literally double over in laughter. With so many sweet spots being targeted at once, Kyle didn't know what to do other than laugh. And he laughed so hard that his laughter went silent more times than he, Fuku, and Ash could count. He's so ticklish! For a little human boy, he is ridiculously ticklish! And his laugh is so cute Fuku and Ash can't stand it! X3

 Kyle: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!] *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!] *SQUEAK* TYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!

 Fuku: Heeheeheehee! Coochie coochie coo, you lil' cutie! This lil' cutie loves it when his big sister and her girlfriend tickle him, doesn't he? Doesn't he? *cooed Fuku, adoring her little human brother once more* Heeheeheeheeheehee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OMG, too cute! He's too cute! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *she squeed, Kyle's adorable reactions getting the best of her, but not enough to make her stop tickling him*

 Ash: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh my God, yes, he is! Fuku, I feel you, girl! *squeed Ash, Kyle's adorable reactions getting the best of her as well*

 Fuku and Ash struggled to contain themselves once again. But no one can blame them. Kyle is just so precious, everything Fuku could ever ask for in a little brother… And absolutely nothing like his biological father, thank goodness! Kyle never knew his biological father (a human male with short red hair and green eyes) growing up and that was probably for the best because the man was pure scum. Frank (short for Francis) was his name and he made Kyle's biological mother's life a living hell when they lived together in their Colorado home. Kiaya (a human female with long red hair and blue eyes) was the name of Kyle's biological mother and Frank was always such an abusive boyfriend to her, both physically and mentally. Beating her and yelling at her at the top of his lungs (often for the most mundane reasons), throwing cans and glass bottles at her, giving her cigarette and cigar burns, and cheating on her left and right with multiple women, he was perhaps all of the worst qualities of people rolled into one; a pure unadulterated scumbag. It was a miracle that Kiaya survived her time with Frank. She wanted desperately to break things off with him but could never bring herself to do so, fearing for her life of what might've happened to her if she ever did. That and she had no living relatives to turn to for help. But Kiaya's time with Frank wasn't entirely awful, believe it or not, because living next door to her and Frank in Colorado at the time was a kind-hearted man named Trent (short for Trenton), whom she and Frank met the day they moved into the house next door to him after the previous residents moved out. From day one, Trent (a human male with a brown buzz cut, brown eyes, and black frame glasses) could tell that there was something off about Frank and once he became fully aware of Kiaya's situation, he vowed to help her out in any way he possibly could; without Frank knowing, of course. Because if Frank ever found out that Kiaya was seeing Trent behind his back, there surely would've been hell to pay! Frank would always get so upset with Kiaya for speaking to other men (but yet it was perfectly ok for him to speak to other women and cheat on Kiaya with said women, that scumbag). So whenever Frank was away and Kiaya needed a shoulder to cry on or just plain blow off some steam, Trent was there for her; comforting her, listening to everything she had to say, giving her advice, pampering her, etc. Trent thought the world of Kiaya and would've done anything for her, literally anything. And he more than proved that to Kiaya one day when Frank took things way too far beating her… by murdering Frank himself! That's right. Trent murdered Frank! He actually murdered Frank! And of all things Trent could've chosen to murder Frank with, he chose a wood chopping ax! Why an ax instead of a gun? Because after all of the hell Frank put Kiaya through during their nightmare of a relationship, Trent felt that a bullet to the head would've been far too humane. And Frank didn't even see it coming! He was so busy wailing on Kiaya during his final moments that he didn't even notice Trent approaching him from behind with an ax in hand. Then once Trent found his opening, he lodged his ax deep into Frank's back, causing Frank himself to scream in agonizing pain and then sink down to the floor and into a puddle of his own blood! Then to ensure that Frank would never see the light of day ever again, Trent then pulled the ax out of Frank's back and then hacked him to death with that same ax, going so far as to chop off at least one of his limbs! And he was so enraged while hacking Frank to death that he didn't end up stopping until long after he could no longer hear Frank's cries of agony and blood gurgling! It should come to no surprise that Trent developed feelings for Kiaya after all of the time he spent with her and the two of them became so close that they ended up sleeping together (with protection) at least three times before the night Kiaya felt obligated to sleep with Frank one last time and without any protection whatsoever (the night Kyle was conceived). But neither Trent nor Kiaya could keep their secret get-togethers a secret from Frank forever though and once Frank found out that Kiaya had been seeing Trent behind his back the very day Kiaya herself found out that she was pregnant with Kyle, he was furious, beating her to a pulp the first chance he got and not even giving her a chance to explain herself… or inform him that she was pregnant with their unborn child! Kiaya may not have directly asked Trent to kill Frank but she couldn't deny the huge feeling of relief she had after his brutal demise. With Frank out of the picture, he could no longer harm her or her unborn child. As for Trent; he wouldn't have killed Frank if he had known that he could've been reasoned with. But since Frank was someone that couldn't be reasoned with, Trent felt that killing him was the only way to stop him from causing any further damage to both her and Kyle. And it appeared that Trent made the right decision because if he hadn't killed Frank, Kyle might not have survived Frank's final assault on his mother. But Kyle did survive though and he spent 9+ years of his life living with his mother and the man he for a long time believed was his biological father at their Oregon home. To protect Kyle before he was even born (and also themselves, but mostly Kyle) from those that would've come after them after what had happened to Frank, Kiaya and Trent fled the state of Colorado, adopted new identities thanks to connections the latter had, and moved to the state of Oregon to start a brand new life together. From that point forth, Kiaya and Trent started all over from scratch, marrying each other in the process, and lived a peaceful life together with their son… until the day Frank's vengeful father (Kyle's paternal grandfather), Devlin tracked them down and murdered them in cold blood while they and Kyle were out camping in the forest near Mt. Ebott. :(

 After ten years, Trent and Kiaya's past had finally caught up to them and as a result of their past actions, Kyle had the misfortune of meeting his grandfather, Devlin, who is worse than his birth father, Frank in every way imaginable. Devlin (a human male with short gray hair and gray eyes), who is still alive but is currently living out the rest of his days locked up in a prison as a death row inmate, is a cruel and ruthless man, showing absolutely no signs of remorse for any of the crimes he committed or any of the people he hurt prior to (and also during) his incarceration. But despite his long list of faults, Devlin cared deeply for his family. Particularly his son, Frank. And once word got out that his son had been murdered, Devlin stopped at nothing to find out exactly what went down the day of his son's murder and also find those responsible for murdering his son. And after ten years of investigating, he discovered where his son's killer and his family had been hiding during all those years. Then one heated conversation later after showing up at the campsite with a crew of (mostly) loyal men he hired for backup, he brutally murdered Trent with a sledgehammer, right in front of a grief-stricken Kiaya and a traumatized Kyle! Devlin was ruthless with his sledgehammer, making Trent's death as slow and painful as he possibly could in order to avenge his son, breaking numerous bones in his body before smashing his head in until it was nothing but a bloody mess. Then not long after murdering Trent, Devlin turned his attention over to Kiaya and murdered her as well, but not with a sledgehammer. Instead, he used his fists, beating her like his son used to but to a much worse extent (beating her to death). Devlin was not only furious with Trent for killing his son but also Kiaya herself for simply being a victim of his son's abuse, because if Frank hadn't gone too far beating her, Trent wouldn't have ended up hacking him to death with an ax to save her life. Then not long after murdering Kiaya, Devlin turned his attention over to Kyle, whom he didn't seem to know was his grandson at the time! But he could've very well known that Kyle was his grandson and for that reason, he might've spared his life that fateful day. Though after what had happened to Kiaya and Trent, it seemed more likely that Kyle would be killed by his evil grandfather just for being a witness. Especially after using Kyle’s apron (the Stained Apron) that Kyle was wearing at the time to wipe off his bloody hands moments after beating his mother to death! But luckily for Kyle, he didn't have to stick around to find out! Thanks to a young member of Devlin's crew (a 28-year-old male that was instructed by Devlin to prevent Kyle from escaping) that didn't want to see his boss hurt and/or murder a child, Kyle managed to slip away from Devlin himself! Though, the same could not be said for the young crew member. :( At the cost of his own life, this young man turned against his boss, releasing Kyle from his grasp and telling him to take off running as fast as he possibly could. And by doing so, he bought Kyle just enough to escape from the campsite (and also grab his Burnt Pan along the way to defend himself with) but not nearly enough time to escape the forest entirely. A chase then ensued, with Devlin's men pursuing Kyle left and right through the forest until ultimately chasing him up Mt Ebott itself while Devlin himself stayed at the campsite to end the life of the young man that let Kyle go (by stabbing him repeatedly with a buck knife). After being chased up Mt. Ebott by Devlin's men, Kyle then found himself cornered by those very men in the area of the mountain with the hole that leads to the Ruins of the Underground. And then before Kyle knew it, he found himself jumping down that very hole! After what happened to his mother and Trent and the young man that bought him enough time to flee the campsite, there was no way in hell he was going to let any one of those men take him back to his evil grandfather or kill him right there and then. Though if Devlin's men were to have attempted to kill Kyle, they likely would've pushed or threw him down the hole, under the impression that he wouldn't survive the fall. But Kyle didn't let them! The moment he saw Devlin's men approaching him, he jumped down the hole and didn't look back. And if he were to die in the Underground, whether it be the fall that killed him or something else entirely, his death would've been much more humane than anything Devlin and his crew might have done to him. And Kyle's death in the Underground was humane! A quick and painless death at the hands of King Asgore, followed by an even painless resurrection sometime after the Barrier was destroyed! To sum everything up, Kyle has been through a lot and not a day goes by when he doesn't think about his birth mother and Trent. He misses them both very much. :( But they would've wanted Kyle to move on after their deaths. And move on Kyle did. Ever since he regained his soul, he has been living on the Surface with three fire elementals that think the world of him. And the little boy himself couldn't be happier, like how happy he currently is being tickled by his loving big sister and her girlfriend. X3

 Kyle: HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEE!!!! *SQUEAK* [HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!] *SQUEAK* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! (Thank you so much for this, you guys. My birth mom and stepdad would be so proud. X3)

 TO BE CONTINUED…

[cal-puddies]

Think of You Later in my Empty Room// Calum Hood

Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Crystal again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Cal, a lazy day at home seemed so natural, and its me so we made it a lil emo for ya.

I hope you checked out @kindahoping4forever's blog for Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been, which is the Ash installment, and you'll want to go back and check out the verifiably unhinged Luke part tomorrow.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Cal, angsty!girlfriend worried about missing him when he leaves again. significant use of weed, high sex, oral sex, anal play, cum play, dirty talk containing strong language

Word Count: 6260

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It’s a lazy afternoon in bed, in the middle of a lazy day in the midst of a lazy week. Calum’s fingers tangle in your hair as you lay in his lap and you giggle softly as you look up at him, eyes warning him to be careful but also asking him not to stop touching you.

You hum contentedly to the softly playing playlist in the background, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes fixate on you as you stretch out in one of his favorite t-shirts. Your gaze happens upon his packed luggage by the door, a silent reminder of the topic you’ve both been trying to ignore, and you try not to let your face fall but judging by the sigh he lets out, he definitely noticed.

“We can talk about it if you want,” he offers.

“I don’t want,” you say stubbornly. “Anything outside of this room, outside of this bed doesn’t exist to me right now.”

He chuckles, smoothing his hand over the top of your head. “Baby… it’s only gonna be a couple of weeks. And then you’ll be on the road with me.” 

You pout, “You just got home.” 

“I know, love. And we’ve had a great week together, haven’t we?” You stay quiet, not ready to concede your point, so he continues. “We both knew the schedule when the tour got planned, a week to recharge between legs… knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.”

You sigh, “Cal, I can understand it and accept it and still be sad about it. I’ve just now gotten used to you being here again… I like having you here to talk to, to share things with… just to get a hug when I need one…” 

“I miss those things when I’m away, too,” he reminds you, pulling your hands to his lips so he can kiss your wrists. He grins brightly, trying to cheer you up. “But it’s only a couple weeks until you get that time off and you can join me… I’m very glad your passport finally came.” 

You can’t help but reach up to caress his raised cheeks. “Yeah… I’m looking forward to it. Really,” you admit, smiling back at him. “So much to do before then, though. Gotta get all my stuff together, all the stuff you’re definitely gonna forget to pack and want me to bring out with me.” You giggle at your own joke and giggle even louder at his pouty reaction to it.

“I know you’re teasing me but we should actually start seeing what all you wanna bring so we know whether or not we need to buy you a bigger suitcase,” he points out.

“So the rest of the week is gonna be busy is what you’re saying.”

“Yes, which is why we’re doing this today,” he says matter of factly, grabbing the bong off the bedside table, gesturing for you to pass him the lighter you’ve been fidgeting with. You toss it to him and sit up against the headboard next to him, watching lovingly as he repacks the bowl from your morning smoke session. 

Ever the gentleman, Calum offers it to you first, paying close attention as you position yourself over the mouthpiece, waiting for your cue to light the bowl. You end up taking a pretty good hit and he grins at you as he clears the chamber for himself. You watch his nimble fingers wrap around the bong, gracefully lighting up and tucking the lighter into his palm as he removes the slide, inhaling a large hit and dramatically throwing his head back to blow it out.

You bite your lip, watching him reset for a second hit; his eyes are on you, watching you watch him, noticing your eye line is mostly on his fingers. He inhales and then pulls you in, first to shotgun the hit to you and then to slot your lips together for a kiss after you blow out the smoke. He offers you the bong and when you decline, he uses it once more himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. You climb up to straddle him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You let out a soft sigh as his hands rub up and down your bare thighs, eventually nudging your shirt up over your hips so he can give your ass a tight squeeze. He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Forgot you’re not wearing panties,” he chuckles. 

You smirk and kiss his neck. “What’s the point? You’re just gonna take ‘em off me anyway.” 

“I like you naked… I like being naked with you too, is that so wrong?” 

“Nah… you know I like our naked bods pressed together too.” 

He shrugs. “They don’t even need to be pressed together… I just prefer ya naked.” He tugs the back of your shirt and you lean back, lifting your arms up so he can pull it off. His fingers trail over your skin as he removes your top and you shiver. “Love the way your body responds to my touch… spent weeks getting off to the thought of touching you again.” He drags his fingers across the tops of your breasts, along your collarbone, down your side and across your tummy as he whispers. Your body lets him know how much you love it by raising goosebumps over your skin and your nipples hardening. 

You thread your fingers into Cal’s hair as he leans in to kiss on your neck, his stubble prickling your skin. He leans you back to allow himself more access to your body and he immediately takes advantage by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. He rolls the other between his fingers and palms your breast, and switches, lavishing his tongue over the other side. 

You gently scratch at his scalp and he looks up at you, sleepy, red eyes telling you how high he is. He grins before putting his attention back on your tits, sucking marks onto them before pressing a gentle kiss to each one and then kissing back up your neck. He engages you in a slow, sensual make out. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once, all over your body while yours travel into his boxer to squeeze his ass. He eagerly shimmies them off, sitting up on his knees to toss them aside. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, never get tired of looking at you,” he coos, intertwining your fingers. 

“Me? Look at you, bubba,” you sigh, looking him up and down, realizing how hard he is. 

He takes your hand in his and moves them both toward his body, cupping his cock with his and your hand. “This is all you baby, you do this. Every damn time,” he explains. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with him as he moves your hands, swiping his fingertips through your folds. “And I love that I do this to you,” he murmurs, holding up his wet fingers. He sticks them in his mouth and your chilled out brain is still processing that image when he starts moving much quicker than he has all day. 

He grabs the super soft blanket from the foot of the bed and quickly shakes it out as he lays next to you again. You both watch, stoned minds fascinated, as the material balloons and flutters back down to cover your bodies, “Your favorite,” he mumbles sweetly, kissing your forehead before turning onto his side so he can drape his arm across your stomach and pull you in close against his chest. 

The two of you snuggle together, alternating between whispering sweet nothings to each other and dozing off. Naturally, things eventually evolve into another sweet make out session and you can’t get enough of the slow, unrushed indulgence.

Cal enjoys touching you as much as you enjoy him touching you, which makes everything so much better. He softly moans, appreciating your body’s reactions to him, just like he mentioned. You lean in as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sigh his name. 

“Need you, sweet girl,” he rasps in your ear. 

You rub your fingertips against his stubble and nod. “Yeah… need you too, handsome.” 

He smooths his hand down your side, pushing his thigh between yours, moving his hand from your hip to your pussy to help him guide his cock in. Your breath hitches in your throat and your jaw falls slack. On a good day, he’s a tight fit, but when you’re high, you feel it extra. “Fuck,” you whimper as he sinks all the way in.

Concern colors his voice as he groans, “You alright, darlin’?” You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, breathing through the stretch. You turn your head towards him, looking for a kiss and his tongue is quickly in your mouth, trying to soothe you. He’s ready to reach for lube when you finally relax into him. “That’s good, baby,” he praises you. 

Calum stays unmoving, buried in you, giving you more time to adjust and himself more time to strategize. If he thrusts into you, he knows it’ll feel too good and he’ll have trouble keeping things at a slow pace, which is not only the vibe of the day but something you clearly need. But if you move against him, he knows he’ll cum almost instantly and neither of you will get to enjoy the experience. You’ve been high with him enough times to recognize his dilemma and you offer a simple solution. “Just lay here with me, bubba,” you suggest. You add with a dreamy sigh, “Feel so good inside me.” Your eyelids are heavy as you turn to look at him, nipping at his nose before parting your lips for a kiss. He happily obliges and the two of you are soon caught up in an endless loop of soft open mouth kisses with curious tongues, while your fingers dance across each other’s skin, your bodies still intimately connected. 

Your boyfriend is fully entranced with you and he wants more. One hand caresses your thigh while the other gently cups your tits, softly teasing your nipples. He groans softly into your mouth when his fingertips move over to your clit, gently at first. He feels how turned on you are and decides to add a little more pressure,and you moan quietly. 

“You’re so wet, little darlin’.”

“How am I not supposed to be?” 

He grins as you arch your back into him. “You know I love you this way… open, wet… love you high because everything feels so good to you and with you.” 

“Caaaaal… oh… like that… please?” 

“F’course darlin’.” He keeps sliding his fingers up and down your clit, varying it with circles every so often. You gasp at the sensations he’s given and your breath shift makes your pussy throb around him. “Ohhh…” Cal moans with you. “Mmm… baby, I think this is working for both of us.” 

“It’s definitely working for me,” you pant, moving against him. 

“You really like when I do this,” he mutters, sliding his fingers across your clit. “Your cunt squeezes so good…” 

You moan at the action and his words, clawing at his arm with one hand, your other covering his at your tits. He lets you intertwine your fingers there and he holds you while he nibbles your neck and sucks your earlobe, all his cock still fills you, his hand working between your legs. He could not be more all over you than he is right now and you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by his attention. 

His name spills from your lips over and over, he is the only thing you really know or care to know in this moment. You start pulling at his arm, trying to get him to stop rubbing your clit, even though you can’t put the words together. You turn your head toward him, softly whining, “Please, Cal… feels so good… don’t wanna cum yet.” 

He slows his fingers down, speaking softly to you. “Ok, sweet girl, I can be patient if you can.” He holds his wet fingers to your mouth and you clean them, licking and sucking at them. “Sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs, smiling at you. He wraps his arms around you possessively and the two of you lay cuddled. 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in all of your senses. Unsurprisingly, they’re being dominated by the love and comfort you find in Cal. You take in his scent, which is always calming to you. His even breathing in your ear, his little loving whispers, his soft lips against your neck. You run your fingertips over his arms, softly humming in response to his presence. Everything seems to be moving slowly in your hazy, lovestruck mind so you’re not sure how long the two of you have been laying here but you wish it could go on forever. 

 “Calum… bubba,” you sigh quietly. “I love you… I love you and I love being full of you…”

He gently thrusts his hips in response, whispering in your ear, “And I love filling you, darlin’… And I love you. My best girl.” 

You reach one hand back and thread your fingers in his hair. “Think I’m ready to cum for you, handsome.” 

Calum uses one hand to pull you into a kiss, the other finding its way back to your clit. You immediately arch against him and he takes the opportunity to cover your face, neck and shoulder with wet kisses, groaning into your skin as he goes. Overwhelming you again. 

The orgasm shouldn’t be a surprise but it feels like it comes on suddenly and it’s incredibly intense. You whimper and whine as you tighten around him and he’s sensitive enough from the weed that it makes him cum too. “Oh my god, Cal,” you breathe as you feel his cum spilling into you. Your nails dig in anywhere you can reach and you bite his arm where it holds you across your shoulders. 

“That’s my sweet girl,” he huffs. “Always so good to me, shoulda known you’d make me cum like that.” He gently nibbles along your jaw. 

“So good, love,” you murmur, turning into him for a kiss. 

You lay wrapped up in each other for a while but you both get a little restless as the high starts to wear off. “Should get you cleaned up darlin,” he remarks. You clench around him as he pulls out and you close your eyes, giggling at the loud groan he lets out at how good it feels. You expect to feel the bed shift from him getting up to head to the bathroom but it never does and you turn over to see what he’s up to.

You find him digging through the bedside table, finally pulling out a baggie of pre-rolled joints. He lights one and takes one, two puffs before passing it to you. He watches you finish a hit before he’s pushing your thighs apart and settling between them. He leans back up for a quick kiss and to grab the joint from you, taking another hit before placing it back between your lips.

“I love seeing you like this… open… messy, my cum dripping out of you,” he groans. His fingertips slide through your folds and he licks the mess of his release off of them. You moan and put one arm behind you to prop you up so you can enjoy the show. You love when he gets like this. His tongue slicks through your folds, immediately teasing your entrance. “I never get tired of the way we taste together.”

You use one hand to lift the joint to and from your lips, the other stays threaded into Cal’s hair as you watch him noisily eat his cum out of you. After a certain point it’s obvious he’s moved beyond the task of cleaning you and he’s now just enjoying your body. He moans into you, nips at your thighs, holding them tight to leave marks, sucking hickeys as he goes. He sucks a particularly large one onto your hip while his thumb rubs your clit and you hear the pop when he pulls off. You blow out a smoke ring as you feel the stirrings of another potential orgasm and you wonder what you ever did to get this lucky.

Calum uses his head to gesture toward you as one hand is occupied kneading your ass, and the other is still playing with your clit. “Can I get that last hit, baby?” You take the cigarette from your own lips and stick it between his. Looking down at Cal, plump lips glistening, red and swollen from eating you out, killing a joint while still between your legs - you’re confident it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You offer him the ashtray from the bedside table and he coolly tosses the finished joint in it before blowing his smoke at your pussy. “You ready to cum for me again?” 

“Jesus, Cal… make me cum for you.” 

His lips quickly wrap back around your clit and your fingers make a mess of his hair as he holds onto you tightly. His tongue makes quick, precise work of your clit and your reinvigorated high has you feeling overwhelmed once again. All of your senses are screaming Cal and only Cal. 

He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, intertwining your fingers as he decides to start working his tongue inside you, instead of just playing with your clit. 

“Holy fuck… Cal… please please please.” You whimper, panting out his name over and over.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, grinning against you. He works his tongue back in, as deep as he can and you buck your hips against his face. He teases, “Needy, darlin’?” 

You chant his name, hips meeting every flick of his tongue. He’s both amused and turned on based on the giggles and groans he’s filling you with. He starts humming and ultimately that’s what sets you off. You swear you’ve never moaned louder in your life as you crash over the edge, hips grinding wildly against his face. Cal withdraws his tongue but slowly licks over your clit, bringing you down in a slow way. He lets go of your hands and grabs your hip, rubbing his thumb there reassuringly. You reach out, searching for his other hand, but it quickly registers that he’s using it to slowly stroke his cock. 

He notices you’ve gone uncharacteristically silent as he quickly licks and cleans your second orgasm and when he pulls back to look up at you, he finds you with your face buried in your hands.

“What’s goin’ on, sweet girl?” He asks softly, gently pulling your wrists so you’ll uncover your face. 

You stare at him, pink chubby cheeks all pink and sweaty, plump lips all red and swollen, a sweet look of concern coloring his expression. “Just… overwhelmed, I think,” you admit.

He settles in next to you, leaning down to peck your lips. “Wanna talk about it?” 

You tuck a hand in his curls, smiling at him wistfully. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about, Cal… I just feel so much for you… all this love and the emotion…” You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts, figure out how to articulate the lump in your throat. “Having all of your attention these past couple days… it’s just been so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. Make me feel so safe and loved. Known. And I think… I need to try and figure out how to comprehend… like… that’s all going away in a couple of days. I don’t know if you know, Cal… but I had a really tough time these past couple months without you. And now we’re going right back into that. You weren’t home long enough.” 

Calum takes a long, deep breath, holding your gaze. You can tell he feels bad that you’re hurting and that it makes him feel even worse that he’s the cause and there’s nothing he can do about it. Fighting the frown that threatens to cloud his features, he gives you a soft smile and starts pressing kisses to your face. “I agree with you, love… I wish I was able to be here longer too. Feel like we were just getting back in the swing of things and now I have to go away again,” he shrugs. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “But I promise you, ‘all of this’ isn’t going away baby. We’re gonna be back together again before you know it. And you know I’m always just a phone call or a FaceTime away. Even when we’re apart, I’m always there for you and you’re always there for me. That part doesn’t change.” 

You nod, chewing your lip. You almost feel embarrassed at your outburst. It’s not like you didn’t know things would be like this when you started dating him. “I know, bubba… I didn’t mean to make it seem like you’re abandoning me or anything. I know you’d do anything for me, no matter where you are. I’m sorry.”

He does a double take, looking at you incredulously. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad about leaving. I want you to go on tour, I want you and the band to be successful enough so that you have to leave like this. You’re just doing what you love and I want that for you.”

He sighs, lifting your hand to his lips. “Baby, I also love you. And you’re just feeling your feelings. And all the feelings you just shared with me are completely valid. This is a lot to process. It’s a hard transition from being together all the time to not getting to see each other, especially since this is new for us.” 

You give him a sad smile. “Are you about to tell me it gets easier?”

Calum rubs over your arm, grinning. “Oh, definitely not, darlin’, this part’s always gonna be torture,” he chuckles. “We’ll get better about dealing with it, though, I think. ‘Specially if we keep talking about it like this.”

You squeeze his hand on your arm. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Thank you for being honest. Know it’s hard with me sometimes. But I’m glad you told me how you felt.” 

You run your hand through his curls and lean in, needing to feel his lips on yours. He pulls you closer and you feel his still semi hard cock brush your stomach. You stay engaged in the kiss but let your hand wander down his body, wrapping around his length. He hums in response to your touch but after a few strokes, he reaches down to stop you. 

“I’m OK, sweet girl. Let’s get up and get some food, maybe some sunshine,” he insists, moving your hand away from his body and interlacing your fingers. Your face must display your confusion because he chuckles as he kisses your knuckles before pushing up off the bed and crossing the room to the dresser. He smiles warmly as he tosses you a clean t-shirt and pulls out a pair of shorts for himself. “You’ve given me so much this week, darlin’, think it’s OK if we say you owe me one.”

You follow Cal into the kitchen where he sets to work making a couple sandwiches and cutting up some fruit; you make yourself useful by pouring two tall glasses of ice water and grabbing the lighter, pipe and weed jar off the kitchen counter to take outside. The two of you set everything up on the table in the shade and just as you’re about to take your seat, you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You relax against him while the two of you eat and you can tell he’s doing his best to comfort you in light of the conversation you just had. His arm rests across your lap, he presses soft kisses to your jaw and cheek, his hands shower you in affection, never leaving your skin. 

“Sweet girl?” He murmurs into your ear after the meal is over. You cock your head to indicate you’re paying attention and he brings the jar of weed around to your line of vision, shaking it. “You wanna smoke this with me? Should be a little bit more of a mellow vibe than what we had earlier.”

Mellow definitely sounds good to you right now, so you nod and turn to so you can watch his hands work, carefully packing the bowl. You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, enjoying the show. You still feel a bit overwhelmed from earlier but after witnessing how thoughtful and attentive he was in navigating your emotions, how willing he was to talk things out with you, you’ve felt the sadness dissipating and instead be replaced by a need to be close to him, to show him your appreciation.

Calum must be feeling similarly because midway through his task, he turns and quickly draws you into a hungry kiss before nuzzling his nose to yours. “What a perfect way to close out such a lovely day with my girl,” he murmurs, running his hand up your thigh. 

You brush his hair back, letting your hand fall to his neck and then chest. You play innocent, though you know exactly what rubbing your thumb over his nipple will do. You watch as his eyes close and his lips part, letting out a soft moan. “You’re so good to me, Cal,” you coo, leaning in to kiss his neck, sucking a mark onto his collarbone. He would typically stop you but it feels too good and he loves you too much right now for him to care.

The pipe lays forgotten on the table as your kisses trail lower, allowing your tongue to poke out and tease his other nipple. His hand comes down to hold the back of your neck as you tease him and you groan against his skin when you feel his cock twitch in his shorts. His fingertips run up your thighs, bunching your t-shirt at your hips as his touch continues the journey up your stomach and ribs, then gently over your breasts and nipples and back again. 

After a few more minutes of this, he gently nibbles your earlobe and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” 

You lean into his ear to whisper, “Can I ask for something in return?”

“Anything.” He says earnestly, tongue sliding over your lips before kissing them.

You look into his eyes. “Fill me?” You ask, reaching down to squeeze the tent forming in his shorts. 

He lifts his hips with you still on him, kicking his shorts off and giving himself a few pumps to get fully hard. His fingers run up your thighs, ready to pull off your underwear but he laughs heartily when he realizes there’s nothing there.

“Still no panties?”

“Still no point,” you smirk, turning back around in his lap and lowering yourself down on his cock.

Cal hastily discards your shirt, burying his face in your bare shoulders as you continue to sink down on him. You let out a breathy sigh, wiggling your hips to get him bottomed out and your efforts are met with a low growl from him. 

You gently turn his head toward you, giving him a heated kiss, finishing off by sucking his bottom lip. As you turn and press your back into his chest, his hands come around to cup your tits and he plays with your nipples, “I love the way you feel in me,” you sigh.

“I love the way you feel around me, baby. Tight, warm, wet… absolute perfect fit.”

You use his thighs for leverage as you push yourself up until just his tip is at your entrance and then you sink down as slow as you can possibly manage, intending to feel every vein and ridge of his cock. He pulls you back into a sloppy kiss and he’s practically shaking from the sensations you’re giving him. 

“You OK, handsome?” You ask, teasing lilt in your voice. 

“Do that again.”

You repeat your actions and he chokes on his moan. He settles his hands on your hips and though you expect him to try to get you to move faster, his grip just squeezes your skin as he sits back and lets you control the pace, groaning as he watches you take him over and over again.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praises, head lulling back, closing his eyes to appreciate your slow work.

Your brow furrows in concentration as you move over him, thighs burning from going so slow but it feels so fucking good and he sounds so fucking good, you know the memory will be worth the pain later. You feel him lean in to cup your tits, giving them a nice squeeze before he turns your face towards his again, slotting your lips together. 

His hand starts to drift between your legs but you bat it away, groaning, “Cal… let me do this, baby, let me make us feel good.”

He curses under his breath but obliges, leaning back to let you move freely. He goes quiet and you smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably become hypnotized watching your ass jiggle and bounce as you ride him. You speed up just a little, trying to give him a bit more of a show, and sure enough you hear his breathing get heavier and feel a hand stroke down your skin, making a home for itself on the small of your back, wanting to touch you but also not wanting to obscure his view.

“Goddamn, darlin’...” He breathes, voice raspy and ragged. “Look so fuckin’ good riding me… don’t know why we don’t do it like this more often.”

You toss him a teasing look over your shoulder. “Because you’re a sweet boy who loves to kiss and look into your lover’s eyes… also the combo of staring at my ass and watching your cock disappear usually makes you cum pretty quick.”

Cal laughs loudly, “If you were seeing what I’m seeing, you’d be a lot closer to losing control too, baby.”

He groans loudly as you slow down again, rolling your hips extra slow so he can get a good look at your body engulfing him. “Well, next time we’ll have to make arrangements for that,” you tease, biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind.

“Lotta things we’ll have to get to next time,” he teases back, letting his hand slide from your back to between your cheeks, fingers grazing your rim. He chuckles darkly at the way your body instinctively responds, how you fall forward, your back arching, your ass making itself more accessible to him. He loves that your body is asking him to continue but he wants to hear you say it so he plays dumb and asks, “Oh?”

“Yeah… please” is all you can manage but it’s all the prompting he needs. He sucks his thumb into his mouth and the wet noises of him coating it in spit, the loud pop when he releases it causing you to shiver in anticipation. You raise your hips, stilling your movements, holding your breath as you feel his hands on your backside again. He squeezes and massages your cheeks before spreading them and pressing his thumb against your hole. “Yesssss… Caaaal,” you sigh, overcome by the contrast of the dull pressure of his finger pushing inside you while his other four offer feather light reassurance just above the intrusion.

He groans as he prods further, getting lost in your breathy reactions and the bliss of watching your body accept even more of him. “Come on, little darlin’,” he rasps, squeezing your hip with his free hand. “Gonna keep movin’ for me?"

You whimper as you resume riding him, doing your best to set a new and effective pace even though you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the knowledge Calum is filling both of your holes. His noises blend with yours, the two of you moaning together, you reacting to the deliciously full feeling he’s giving you, Cal doing his best to keep in control despite the fact that your ass looks unreal taking everything he’s giving you, that he’s feeling friction from his thumb on his cock and it’s bringing him closer to the edge than he’s ready for.

“Fuck, darlin’... can’t tell you how this looks… feels… gonna be thinkin’ about this every fuckin’ night when I’m gone,” he pants, a sense of relief washing over him when he hears the tone of your whines and recognizes that you’re about to finish as well. “So good… so fucking good, baby.” 

You speed up, grabbing your tits, grinding down, chasing your orgasm, undecided whether focusing on the stimulation in your ass or your pussy is going to get you there fastest. Your body makes that call for you, deciding that Cal’s soft groans of encouragement are more than enough reason for you to cum. Your legs shake and you cry his name as your walls pulse around him, your third orgasm of the afternoon hitting you harder than you expected. 

Calum thrusts gently up into you, happy to give you recovery time if you need it but also more than ready to follow you over the edge. You feel his hips start to stutter and you know you only have a limited amount of time to direct him. You quickly jut your backside out as much as you can and look behind you to tell him, “Cum on my ass, Cal… give us both something to think about while you’re gone.”

Another strained “Fuck” and a groan of your name are all he has time to respond with because your request has him immediately pulling out and pressing his cock to your cheeks without a second to spare. He struggles to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his cum spilling onto your ass but as you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your skin, he has to screw his eyes shut and vocalize with you. He gives himself a squeeze, milking out the last few drops before letting out an exhausted sigh and falling back against the chair.

He reaches over to the table, blindly searching for the napkins from lunch, finally finding them and quickly cleaning your messy skin. He squeezes your ass, massaging it more as he leans forward and presses kisses along your spine before wrapping his arms around your ribs so he can pull you back against him. He presses his face against your neck, still trying to catch his breath. 

“You OK, bubba?” You chuckle, squeezing your arms on his. 

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs against your neck, inhaling deeply and pressing a few soft kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders.

“I just give what I get, love.” 

The two of you sit quietly, naked and relaxing against each other, basking in the sun and the bond you’re feeling. You can tell your boyfriend is starting to doze off and you know if he goes, you’ll end up nodding off as well. “Let’s go back to bed, bubba,” you suggest. “That soft blanket and mellow weed are calling our names.”

You whine as you stand and stretch, hurting in all the best ways. Calum watches your every move and if you couldn’t feel his eyes on you, when you turn to look at him, the loved up grin on his face gives him away. You grab the pipe while he swipes up the discarded clothes and you wrap your arms around his middle as you walk back inside. 

Back in the bedroom, you settle in against the headboard once more. You lean your head on Cal’s shoulder as he lights the pipe, smoke billowing around you. His suitcase is still by the door, staring you down, but it doesn’t seem quite as confrontational as it did a few hours ago. 

"I'm gonna miss you," you say plainly. You peck his shoulder as you take the pipe from him. "I think I can be OK with that, though."

"Oh yeah?" He squeezes your thigh, lighting the bowl for you. He jokes, "What changed your mind, all the sex or all the drugs?"

You giggle, elbowing him as you blow your smoke out. "I just think days like today will make all the ones we have to spend apart a little bit easier… gives us something to remember, something to look forward to."

"That's true, that's a good point," Calum agrees, setting the pipe on the table and pulling you into an embrace. "Wouldn't be special if these days happened all the time."

"Yeah…" You agree wistfully. "Still gonna have one of these days when I come visit you though, right?"

Cal nods emphatically. "Baby, you're flying in on a day off and I'll tell you something right now, very first thing, the panties are coming off and not going back on for at least that entire day," he declares with a naughty grin.

You relax against him, missing him already but taking comfort in making plans and sharing jokes. "See, bubba, you're learning," you tease. "What would be the point?"

[certifiedskywalker]

Trouble Doubled - Bucky Barnes

Even after everything, you’re still the person who Bucky Barnes runs to when things go bad. Only now, he brings Sam who fails to hide his grin when he sees how James melts under your touch.

WARNINGS: Blood, stitches, and TFATWS possible spoilers (I think I was vague enough)

“Ouch! That’s going to hurt in the morning!”

“Ha, it hurts now, actually,” Sam grumbled. 

You pressed your lips together to stifle the grin that threatened to spill over them. Unable to help yourself, you glanced at Bucky in the hopes he too was biting back a grin. Stood by the door, slightly shrouded in shadow, you could make out the half smile that played on his lips. Though, his expression quickly melted into a grimace as Sam groaned. Reality quickly crashed back down on your shoulders and you turned back to the man laid on the table.

“You’re not going to like this.” Before Sam could ask what ‘this’ was, you began to palpate his wound. He flinched away from your reach at first, but then settled in the discomfort.

“Mm, yeah, no, that doesn’t feel good, Doc.”

“Not a doctor,” you said, still pressing lightly into the bruised flesh. “And I have to make sure you didn’t crack a rib. Otherwise, you’ll need a doctor.”

“Gotta work on your bedside manner,” Sam said as he winced. You pulled your hands away with a sigh and he met your eyes. “Bad?”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. Just try not to throw yourself off a building for the next few days. Think you guys can manage that?”

“Maybe. Harder to fly without jumping first.” Sam groaned once more as he sat up and the pain seemed to convince him to heed your warning. “We’ll try, Doc.”

You rolled your eyes at him before turning to look at Bucky. Still tucked in the darker corner of the room, he seemed small. His brows were knitted tightly together by worry and you imagined that, if he met your gaze, you would see concern in his eyes. Pushed forward by your own worry, you strode over to him. At your growing closeness, Bucky lifted his eyes to yours.

“Your turn.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

Despite his protest, Bucky did not lock himself in place. Instead, he gave in and let you lead him by the arm, over to the table. Sam eyed him with a wide grin as Bucky landed in the same spot he had sat in only moments ago. He mouthed something to the century-old soldier that you caught, but could not make out.

“What happened to taking it easy? You told me after, you know, that you would ease into things.” You gestured to the rags you had used to clean Sam’s more minor wounds; the fabric pieces were now dyed a reddish pink from blood. “That doesn’t seem like easing into it.”

“You didn’t see the other guy,” Sam quipped. 

“I like to think you didn’t leave any of him left,” you fired back as you pinched Bucky’s chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”

Bucky did as you told him to and met your gaze. You took a sharp breath in at the sight of him, at how his pupils blew out slightly as you studied his reaction. All at once, the air around you grew thick. This close, you could smell the sweat and ash on his skin, along with hints of whatever air freshener he had in his apartment. 

Was it coconut? Sandalwood? You couldn’t parse out which as you found yourself lost in the blues of Bucky’s eyes. The sound of Sam clearing his throat shook you from your haze.

“No signs of a concussion.”

“Really?” Sam asked, grin still plastered on his face. You raised a brow at him in question before you turned back to Bucky. 

“Why? Did you hit your head?”

“No,” he said, clearly tired of Sam’s commentary, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Super soldier or not, a head wound is a head wound. Can you?” You gestured to his jacket and, with a sigh, Bucky pulled it off his shoulders.

“How do you two know each other again?” Sam asked, glancing around the room. “And why are we in an abandoned building.”

“Hard to trace us back here. Didn’t want to lead them to Y/N’s place,” Bucky said, tossing his jacket to the side. He winced as he did, and then you saw the blood.

“Barnes!" 

With reaching hands, you peeled back the crimson-soaked material of his shirt. Your movement revealed a long gash along his side that, with each breath, sent dribbles of blood to his hip. Sam made a sound of surprise and mild disgust at the sight. You were inclined to agree with another shout, but you were too caught up in how to stop the bleeding.

“Lay back,” you ordered, pressing Bucky’s shoulder. He yielded and you pushed his shirt up to expose the entire length of the wound. “Why didn't you show this to me earlier?!”

“It’s not that bad.”

"You're bleeding," you huffed, "which is pretty indicative of bad, if you ask me. Sam?"

"This is not my battle,” he raised his hands and shook his head. “I know better than to intrude on a lover’s quarrel.”

Neither you nor Bucky spoke up to correct him. In your mind, you came up with a quick excuse: Bucky was bleeding and you needed to focus on stopping it. Sam’s comment could be corrected later. Though, when Bucky didn’t speak up, you felt your chest tighten. As you worked on dressing the gash, you glanced up at him and found his blue eyes trained on you. He was dwelling on your silence too.

You pulled yourself out of the whirlpool of his gaze and reached over his body towards your medical supplies. As you stretched, your chest pressed lightly against Bucky’s, but you swallowed hard and refocused.

“Sorry, need to sow you up.”

Bucky didn’t respond, but he did avert his gaze. He found some spot in the ceiling to stare at instead of you. His distraction allowed you to work without the prickling temptation to sneak glances at his features; for the most part. It was only when Sam moved to stand over at your side you did you look up from Bucky’s wound.

“What?”

“Nothing, just wondering how many times you’ve done this before.” 

A bitter laugh slipped past your lips at his reply. “Too many times to count. If it’s not an Avenger, it’s a masked savior from Hell’s Kitchen. Someone always needs stitched up.”

“But James here is your favorite patient?”

“Sam.” 

Bucky’s tone set you on edge. It was warning, cold, and unlike the teasing you had grown fond of. Sam, knowing better than to piss him off, backed away from the table. You looked from him to Bucky and back again. When Bucky did not dare to meet your gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat. Tension weighed down your tongue, stopped you from saying a word or asking a question, despite your want to. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, old man. I’ll check with Torres, see if he has anything.”

Bucky’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above you. He was quiet, like the first time you met, and distant. His gaze seemed far away, as if he were looking through the ceiling of this hideaway. After you heard the door of the room close behind Sam, you went back to work on Bucky’s side in silence. 

Carefully, you sowed the gash and tried to keep your hands steady. Every other jab with the needle made Bucky wince. You flinched at his sharp intake of breath and mumbled an apology before you went on to the next stitch. Five apologies later, the bleeding slowed and you gently pressed a crisp, white bandage to safeguard your handiwork. 

Immediately after you secured the gauze, Bucky moved to sit up. Before he could, you pressed on his shoulders again and pinned him in place. Though, you knew you couldn’t have pinned him if he hadn’t let you. Your upper body strength was nothing compared to his, you both knew that.

“Don’t move,” you said softly, “you’ll ruin my work.”

“It’s gonna be hard not to.” Bucky met your gaze and, in the dim light of the room, his eyes looked dark, almost sad. Something in his face, perhaps the dull, yet familiar laughter lines around his mouth or the bags under his eyes, alleviated the tension that had silenced before.

“You told me you wouldn’t. That you would take it easy and focus on making amends.”

Bucky closed his eyes at the disappoint that laced your tone. “I tried. I wanted to, Hell, I need to, but I can’t. I never could.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Bucky began to sit up from the table top, “I’m a soldier. I need the fight.”

You watched as he moved, as your hands slipped from his shoulders and fell back to your sides. He pulled his shirt down over his freshly bandaged wound. When he was covered, Bucky looked back up to you, saw your frown and frowned too.

“Soldiers get to come home,” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“If they’re lucky. I’ve never been lucky.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at that. He was right. Bucky told you his story once before, after a therapy session left him feeling a bit more dry than high. He told you that he couldn’t tell you everything, that he wouldn’t. He didn’t have to, but you still hoped for him.

“Luck can change.”

Bucky scoffed as he pushed himself to his feet. Now, at his full height, he towered slightly over you. Despite his looming figure, Bucky did not scare you. Even when he told you his story, what he had done, Bucky did not scare you. 

“Yeah, well, luck, or fate, or whatever, brought me to you and here we are,” he gestured to the dusty dwelling around you. You looked around with a careful eye before you playfully shrugged. 

“I’ve been in worse dives.” Bucky chuckled, a unforced sound that rose up from his chest against his will. “Really, I have.”

“I don’t doubt it. But we put you in danger, asking for your help here. I put you in danger.”

“Oh, are you serious?” You threw your hands up in the air, “there’s always going to be danger in this world. Aliens, war, bad luck.”

“I wanted to keep you safe,” he pressed, taking a step towards you. 

You could smell the perfume of the air freshener again, how it clung to his clothes. It distracted you, threw you into thoughts of what his apartment looked like, if he would ever share that part of him with you or if he would keep it locked away with his full story. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from asking, from wasting your breath on a question he wouldn’t answer. His words would have to be enough for you and, as if on cue, Bucky echoed his sentiment. 

“I wanted to keep you safe.”

“How noble, wanting to keep me safe, Barnes. Just me?” 

Silence was your immediate answer. Silence and Bucky’s full attention. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down from yours to your lips then back again.

“Just you.”

In the quiet that followed Bucky’s statement, you became frighteningly aware of your heartbeat again. It wasn’t pounding like before, but it felt loud, like it was pressing against your ribcage, begging to leap out and into Bucky’s arms. As if propelled by it, you found yourself leaning in towards his warmth just as he seemed to shrink away.

Before he was out of reach, you lifted your hands to his face and cupped his jaw. Stubble prickled your fingers and palm, though you were far too enraptured to care.

“Then stay alive,” you said softly, “change your luck and come home.”

In your mind, you did not picture Bucky’s home as his mystery apartment. Instead, you saw only this moment captured by some invisible third party. You saw home as just the two of you and the image made you heart beat a bit faster. 

“I’ll try.”

“Good.” 

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, stewed in the new, easier tension between you. But then your resolve broke and you lips broke into a smile. Bucky mirrored your expression, a lopsided grin resting comfortably along his features. His eyes fell to the floor between you before he looked back into your face.

“Can...can I kiss y-”

“Yes, Barnes, please.”

Without wasting another second, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands slipped from his jaw to the back of his head where your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his brown hair. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him, while the other cupped your jaw. In sync, his mouth moved against yours and everything around you melted away.

No more wonderings or mystery. It was only you and Bucky, come danger, trouble, or bad luck; and Sam who lingered outside the door.

[ianthe-is-a-bitch-and-i-love-her]

The masquerade series for the fandom ask!

Thanks for enabling me :)

Blorbo (favorite character): Iscend. I would pay full retail price to read Monster and Tyrant again from her POV. I want to know every single thought that goes on in her traumatized, hyper competent, manipulative, very gay head.

Scrunkly (Baby): Heingyl Ri. Listen I just think it's cute and endearing every time she starts getting drawn into Baru's seduction and has to take a conscious beat to be like, "hypothetically, of course". I'd be willing to be that if Baru's marriage scheme goes forward she's gonna be like, "Well, I guess you have to fuck me so that the marriage is legit." "I mean, we can just say we did." "No you gotta."

Scrimblo Bimblo (underrated): I'm gonna cheat and say Iscend again. There's not nearly enough Iscend content in this fandom.

Glup Shitto (background): "Once again, Bebble Auranic had sunburnt his balls" lives in my head rent free at all times.

Poor Little Meow Meow (problematic): Listen I get why some people hate Yawa, I do! She's been committing atrocities, personal and systemic, every day for decades! But have you considered that she's literally just Baru if Baru had farther to climb? They are so similar it's spooky, and I love the almost familial relationship they fall into after Kyprananoke.

Horse Plinko (torment): I would torment Cosgrad Torrinde every day of my life and never get bored of it. First of all he sucks, second Ash makes it clear just how easy he is to get a reaction out of, so it would never get boring.

Eeby Deeby (superhell): obviously Farrier deserves a spot in superhell, so I'm gonna use this chance to talk about Shao Lune. That woman is horrible, and not in a fun simpable way either. In a modern AU she'd be a republican senator who never shuts up about how every other civil rights issue is a distraction from the most important thing: rights for women*! I'm really glad that Baru realized she deserved better, of only belatedly.

*white cis able-bodied heterosexual women of means only

[abigail-nicole]

tgcf liveread 9

being the live-read of that time i read tgcf for the first time, truly a magical experience i would recommend to all, if you like gay stories, fantasy stories, or perfectly-written stories, then perhaps buy official english translations of Heaven Official's Blessing

originally tweeted 4/1/2020:

I also can’t want to see this animated, in five years when the donghua gets to it

gays pointing out misogyny

Another little mxtx horror gem featuring bai wuxiang

this Thing Obviously Impersonating Hua Cheng (But Doing A Bad Job) is adding so much extra horror to a scene which is already filled with creepy, fleeting glimpses of Bai Wuxiang. Horror level 10

nicely done confirmation that Fu Yao and Nan Feng were just Mu Qing and Feng Xin for a long time. That was pretty obvious from the dynamics

hahahahshahshsjs omg this dynamic

I literally burst out laughing so loudly at this fourth wall call out by Mu Qing & Feng Xin

the Cave Full Of Statues Of Himself thing is INCREDIBLY creepy !!!!!

i screamed in my empty apartment

.... i need to do some online shopping & process this a second while I think about buying an eighth bathrobe

so this is kinda like Hua Cheng’s stalker cave huh, while he was hoping to play it cool

I say that with LOVE i still adore crimson rain sought flower and hualian

He’s all like I HAD THE RED STRING, I GAVE HIM THE RING, WHY THE ASSHOLE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS GOTTA COME ALONG AND EXPOSE MY STALKER CAVE

Rip feng xin & mu qing who are about to get murdered by hua cheng

who IS the white-clothed man who is CLEARLY the favorite to win Mt Tong’lu’s Next Top Ghost King??? I’m scared of him & Hua Cheng better step up

it’s....Him, isn’t it....!!!!!!!!

HE BOYFRIENDS LOVE EACH OTHER THEIR LOVE CAN WITHSTAND THE STALKER CAVE.

ok I was wrong nothing was impersonating hua cheng But he Was acting suspicious. Like, What If He Finds Out How Long I’ve Liked Him, What If He Realizes I Was A Nerd In School And Filled My Locker With Art Of Us suspicious

ahhhhhhh Clean Water, Pure Air,,,,,, Hualian Happy Together

Xie Lian: oh no

Hua Cheng: what? I won’t let Bai Wuxiang get near you!

Xie Lian: Oh no.....it’s so hot when you’re mad.....

Xie Lian’s reaction to seeing the cave that Hua Cheng filled with statues and art of him: so he DOES like-like me!!!!

When I found out where his ashes were & spoiled it for myself I was so mad & now these cryptic comments are even MORE ROMANTIC

A WISP OF HUA CHENG BACKSTORY? I’M SO STARVED FOR IT

“It’s not like it’s anything hard” UNLIKE XIE LIAN’S DICK AFTER THIS SCENE OH MY GOD I NEED TO LIE DOWN

Hua Cheng is about to Ghost King Level Up!!!!!!!!!!! Watch Out!!!! Oh my god

Every time I turn a page I expect AND SCENE! END OF BOOK THREE!!! is it gonna be KISS? is it gonna be HANDS HOLD JUMP INTO KILN? its gonna be somewhere Maximum Suspense is reached

THE SUSPENSE HERE IS KILLING ME AHHHH it just KEEPS BUILDING

the suspense is so bad that....I better stop reading & tweet every other paragraph so I can scream more about how AHHHHHHHHHH i am about this

I clearly remember every book I read that made me start wanting to eat the pages halfway thru because I was so into it & this is one

REMEMBER WHEN I TALKED ABOUT GHOST KING MAGICAL GIRL FLOWER CROWN MARTIAL PRINCE XIE LIAN WELL

Hahaha and THERE is the end of book 3 okay oh boy someone get me a beta blocker for my heart rate oh god

Predixns: Book-4-flashback.mov then I suspect our dianxia will just turn up in a forest somewhere, having gently jumped ahead several months, been missing, collecting trash, and there will be Some Backstory & we’ll never get the details of how he came out of the Kiln

Predixns the sequel: while dianxia is trapped in the Burial Moun—I mean the Kiln, the world will go to shit & hua cheng will be Big Mad & Take It Out On Everyone

I read this on april fool’s because I am The Fool

More proof xie lian is god of millennials: centuries of eating trash and being free while ignoring the news

Book Four! Starting next time on tgcf liveread part ten!!!!

[kindahoping4forever]

Santa Baby // Ashton Irwin

Welcome to a very special holiday edition of Hoe Hours! Cass and I have been brainstorming and bouncing ideas off each other about this for a while now and we couldn’t be more excited to share the concepts we came up with. Get ready for one blurb a day from each of us until Monday the 21st when we close out with a full length collab fic!

Be sure to check out the Cal blurb Cass posted over on @cal-puddies​ today and I’ve also linked an event masterlist for you to keep track of all our work in one place.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash looking like a holiday snacc in a Santa costume. So many Christmas puns and so much banter I don’t blame you for blocking me tbh. Unprotected sex in an established relationship, sex in a public place (I guess?) 

Word Count: 2100

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Masterlist // Taglist and Ko-Fi linked above

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You wave goodbye to the last of your co-workers, wishing them a safe and happy holiday. You don’t know what possessed you to volunteer to organize your office’s Christmas party this year but it proved to be worth the stress, as everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

It all went as planned except for one major hiccup: the guy you’d hired to surprise everyone as Santa had bailed on you that afternoon. With the clock ticking until the party, your boyfriend stepped up and offered to fill the role, even managing to find a store selling a full costume at the last minute. You couldn’t have been more grateful and as a man who loves being the center of attention, Ashton was a great addition to the party, taking photos and chatting with your co-workers in character.

After locking the front door, you head back to the now empty conference room, your mind sorting through everything you needed to do before you could head home. You stop in the doorway and smile fondly when you see Ash, still in costume, stacking chairs in the corner without being asked.

“Great party, baby,” he chirps when he sees you. “Everyone had such a great time, you might not get a lump of coal this year after all.” He winks and plops his Santa hat on your head as you walk by.

“Hahaha,” you respond dryly, shaking the hat off your head. You walk over to the dessert table and start putting cellophane on the leftovers. “You know, I never realized before tonight how much you have in common with Santa? Crazy beard, loud laugh, look fantastic in red… know where all the naughty girls live.”

He loudly laughs, snaking an arm around your waist as he steals a cookie off the tray you’re covering. “Aww, you know you’re my favorite ho ho ho of all,” he kisses your cheek and you both giggle stupidly. The two of you had been entertaining yourselves with these dumb Christmas jokes all evening and you’re shocked there’s still material left to mine.

Ash tosses a few more treats onto a plate and takes a seat on the nearby couch to chat with you. Midway through the conversation, he gets up to remove his Santa coat; you’re surprised and a little confused at how much him unbuckling the thick belt interests you. He shrugs off the coat, revealing a tight white tank top underneath and you feel a familiar desire rising in you; he turns to hang the jacket on the door and you can’t help but appreciate how the costume’s pants cling to him in all the right places.

He returns to his seat to finish eating his snack and telling his story while you distractedly clean up; you try to pay attention to what he’s saying and you’re really trying not to think filthy things about him in a Santa Claus costume but you’re failing in both regards.  

You jump at him loudly clearing his throat and when you spin around to look at him, you find him leaning back with a smirk on his face. “You really think I don’t know your ‘I’m super turned on but refuse to admit it’ face by now?” He teases you. “I’ve seen you making eyes at me all night, baby, don’t be embarrassed you still want to jingle all the way with me dressed like this.”

You shake your head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “I have to say, I’ve never wanted Santa to stuff my stocking like this before but ‘tis the season of miracles,” you wittily respond, loving how his eyes are shining with amusement and the faintest hint of lust.

Ashton pats his legs with a smile. “Come sit on Santa’s lap, baby, tell him everything you want,” he invites.

You only hesitate for a second before you think fuck it and bound over to him. You sit across his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, promptly pulling him into what you intended to be a lusty kiss but you have to pull back to comment after only a few seconds. “It’s very Santa of you to taste like cookies,” you chuckle.

He grins at you, murmuring approvingly as you trace his lips with your tongue, tasting sugar, cinnamon and chocolate. He nibbles at your lips before moving to kiss them, picking up where you left off. Your kisses are playful and unhurried but grow unmistakably hungrier as time goes on. Ash’s hands remain uncharacteristically polite, one sweetly running through your hair, the other lightly tracing designs on your knee.

You smile into his kiss when you realize he’s leaving it up to you to determine where this leads, seeing as you’re at your workplace; you decide to declare your interest by slowly rocking in his lap. It only takes a moment for him to respond to your actions by shifting you to straddle him, ensuring your movement results in better friction for the both of you.

You lick into his mouth as you move against him, feeling him get harder and harder through the thin fabric underneath you. He toys with the buttons on your blouse, briefly pulling away to raise his eyebrows, silently asking if you were comfortable with his intention. Your whispered “yeah” as you pull him back to you has him groaning into your mouth.

His fingers nimbly unfasten your buttons and his mouth immediately attaches to the tops of your breasts. “Always love you in lace, darlin’,” he comments as he plays with your nipples through your bra. “A little sexy for the office but I’m not complaining.” He chuckles as he traces along the balconette cups with his tongue.

You moan, running your fingers through his hair before tugging his head back so you can focus your attention on his neck, lightly scratching at his beard with your nails as your mouth works on marking your favorite spot below his ear. You feel him smile against your touch as you murmur, “Planned to make a move on you after the party,” you confess, gasping at how the seam of your pants catches on his hardness just right, delivering a jolt to your clit. “Figured I’d have to wait ‘til we got home but I’m not complaining.”

Ashton giggles with delight, reaching around to grip your ass and press you down tighter on him. “Who knew you were so eager to be Santa’s little helper?” He teases, giving you a light swat. You smirk and speed up your hips just to get a reaction out of him and he very quickly stills you with a groan. “We’ve either gotta stop this or start fucking, baby, you moving like that is about to make it a White Christmas in these pants,” he chortles loudly at his own joke.

“It is remarkable that I still want to fuck you even when you say shit like that,” you roast him, standing up to remove your pants. He grins and grabs your hips where you stand, kissing over your stomach, making his way down to the wet spot at the front of your panties.

You let him lick you through your underwear for a few seconds before you sit back down, this time getting on all fours beside him, bracing yourself against the arm of the couch. “Here I am ready to let you deck my halls and you’re making jokes when you could be getting your dick out,” you rib him before tossing a flirty look over your shoulder. “Come fuck me already.”

“Well… that’s definitely naughty list behavior, my dear,” he snarks, sitting up to deliver a playful smack to each of your ass cheeks.

You hear him shuffling and you turn to see him taking his pants down just far enough to pull himself out through his boxers. You feel a rush of pride at seeing his cock so ready for you, angry and glistening; you reach for him, using the precum to stroke his length, licking your lips when you hear him softly groan your name. You can't help yourself and bend down to flick your tongue over his slit, needing just a taste of him before you get back in position.

You feel Ash behind you as his fingers sweep your panties to the side and drag through your wetness, reaching up to tap at your clit before moving back down to tease your entrance. You roll your hips to encourage him but he quickly replaces his hand with the tip of his cock. He glides himself through your folds a few times before pushing in, causing you both to exhale in satisfaction.

He makes quick work thrusting into you, gripping your hips tighter and tighter as he gains speed. You lean forward, resting your head on the arm of the couch with your eyes screwed shut, head spinning with pleasure and adrenaline. “Yes, Ash… been thinking about this all night,” you murmur into the furniture.

“Love that you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home, baby,” he huffs, sounding more spent than you expected. “Love knowing that you need my cock that bad.”

You push yourself back up on your hands and start moving back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. “Always want it, baby,” you confess, whimpering as his length hits just where you need. “Fuck… always want to be full of you.”

He strokes his fingers down your back and you’re glad you’re wearing such a thin blouse because you can feel the heat of his touch through the light fabric. The two of you get lost in the moment, falling silent save for the occasional moan or gasp; the slick, slapping sounds of your bodies moving together blends with the hum of the conference room’s fluorescent lights to create a chorus you know you won’t be able to get out of your head the next time you take a meeting in there.

He growls your name with a tone you know means he’s nearly there; you want to reach down to your clit to finish with him but he’s railing you at such a rapid pace, you’re afraid you’ll lose your balance if you move. You’re not sure if you made a frustrated noise or if he’s just that in tune with you but moments later, Ashton pulls you up by your waist and leans you back against him, thrusting relentlessly while he slips a hand between your thighs.

“You ready to cum for me, darlin’?” He whispers in your ear, massaging your clit with precision so practiced, you don’t even get a chance to answer him before you succumb to pleasure. You cry out as your body shakes in his hold and his hips stutter as he begins to follow you over the edge; he groans at how tightly your walls grip him as he gives you one, two, three final strokes before he spills inside you.

The two of you stay still for a moment, stunned and breathing heavily; you twist slightly so you can capture his mouth in a slow, appreciative kiss. He pulls away, pecking your lips one last time before he pulls out, smirking at the whine you always give at how empty you feel without him inside you. He quickly hands you a stack of napkins off the table and you work together to clean up before the office couch gets noticeably defiled.

“Thanks for everything tonight, baby,” you say dreamily, buttoning your blouse back up. “Helping with the party, helping with the afterparty… it was fun.”

Ash tosses you your pants and grins. “Aww, baby. You know I’d do anything to give you a happy holiday,” he says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

You pull on your pants and shake your head. “Think we’ve hit the bottom of the barrel with this humor, babe,” you snort. “Gotta be honest, I really appreciate you holding back on the ‘here cums Santa Claus’ jokes right now.”

He laughs heartily. “You’ve gotta give me some credit here.” He pulls you to his side and cuddles you close.

“Oh I do,” you tilt your head up and give him a flirty kiss. “In fact, when we get home I might need to spread my holiday cheer for you again."

Ashton giggles as he walks away to grab your coats so you can head out. You give a light smack to his ass, still looking delicious in those tight red pants; he whips his head in reaction and you respond with a wink, "Well, what do ya say, Santa Baby?"

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[queen-ofsunflowers]

DadWorth AU: Part 3 (Justice For All)

Justice for All has to be one of the angstier parts of this AU, right up there with some ideas I have for Apollo Justice. Especially considering the whole Miles “chooses death” thing. So, let’s dive into it!

< Part 2 | Part 4 >

Reunion, and Turnabout

Things fast forward a couple of months after the end of Rise from the Ashes. Gumshoe’s been taking care of Kay since Miles kind of fucked off. He’s been doing his best, and so are Sebastian and Klavier -- who have been trying to cheer up their third musketeer ever since they found out what happened. But Kay is miserable.

So, now summer break is here for her, Gumshoe decides to take her out to the mountains for the day to get out in nature and hopefully get her mind off of things. Even if it is for a little while.

However, that plan is totally ruined when he gets a call about a murder nearby. He’s the only detective in the area, so they have to go down to Kurain Village to check it out. And that’s where they run into Phoenix for the first time since the end of Rise. Both he and Kay are not doing well in the aftermath of that case, and neither are really sure what to do around each other. Needless to say, the whole interaction is awkward.

Gumshoe does not pick up on this. He asks Phoenix if he could keep an eye on Kay while he takes care of the investigation. After some hesitation and deliberation, Phoenix agrees. So Kay becomes his partner button and Phoenix finally get to interact one-on-one with each other during the investigation for Reunion.

This is the first time they get to do this, since they were either with Maya or Ema on previous cases. It’s still a bit awkward, but when Phoenix finds out that she’s studying to be a defense attorney, things get a little bit easier as they find common ground.

Phoenix unknowingly starting to settle into a mentor role? Yes.

Kay is super turned off by Morgan Fey (getting chills up her spine and a faint memory of Dahlia Hawthorne -- she saw the Fawles trial. Phoenix also gets the same vibes from her.) And is surprisingly good with Pearl.

Her reaction to learning that Franziska is the prosecutor for this case catches Phoenix’s attention. Kay hasn’t heard from Franziska outside of a few text messages to check in on her over the past few months, so the fact that she’s in the country and Kay’s only finding out about it now makes her wonder what’s going on.

Kay goes to meet with Maya at the detention center with Phoenix, and kind of gets overly excited when she sees that Maya is channeling Mia because if you remember, she looked up Mia. Mia was an idol for her. So getting to meet her -- even if it is through spirit channeling -- is the highlight of her week.

And then we get to the trial. Phoenix asks Kay if she wants to stand co-counsel and Kay immediately jumps at the chance to say yes. So this is technically her first trial (she’s excited for it, but a little bit sad that Miles isn’t there to see her). Franziska, on the other hand, is surprised that Kay is standing at the defense’s bench with Phoenix Wright, leading to a lot of things including seeing Kay as a traitor (reason why will be explained later.)

So, Kay stands in for Pearl as co-counsel. As a result, her spirit channeling abilities are not revealed until much later. In the second trial day, she’s not present due to Gumshoe’s intervention and keeping her busy (something which Pearl agrees to so long as Kay and Phoenix get Maya a Not Guilty).

The investigation moments are full of small bonding moments between Phoenix and Kay as they get to know each other a bit better.

So, Team Wright-Faraday get a Not Guilty verdict as promised. Kay’s super proud of herself for managing to do this and it puts her on cloud nine. Franziska only believes that Phoenix won because he had a semi-competent co-counsel with him (Aunt Fran starting to show that she’s proud of Kay a little bit, but is still incredibly pissed that she lost.) Overall, she isn’t sure how to feel about Kay in that moment, and it all comes down to one simple reason:

This is the first time Kay has smiled in months. Everyone who knows her is relieved to see it back.

After the case is closed, Maya does thank Kay for helping and Kay in return does try to cheer her up after the whole “morgan stabbed maya in the back” thing starts to settle in. Am I saying Maya and Kay friendship? Maya and Kay friendship. It starts here.

So, things are starting to look a little bit better for Kay.

The Lost Turnabout

It’s not... Kay’s not involved in this one. Teenage shenanigans happen here as the new school year at Themis starts up.

The first day of school is always pretty easy, but it gets pretty depressing for Kay when one of her professors decides a good idea to break the ice by talking about some of the more ridiculous things that have happened in court cases. It gets the class laughing, and isn’t a bad idea...

Unfortunately for Kay, though, the professor also brings up a certain defense attorney cross-examining a parrot. The memory of that trial brings up a whole lot of feelings for Kay and she just kind of falls quiet for the rest of the day.

But luckily, Klavier and Sebastian have known Kay for a year now, and they realize something’s wrong. So they (primarily Klavier, since he instigates the whole thing) decide to do something about it and distract her. Here is where teenage shenanigans come about.

Just wholesome fun with what is slowly becoming a favorite chaotic trio that ends with everyone collapsed on a couch with an old movie playing in the background. ...and possibly a few appearances from other characters. Who knows?

Kay only finds out about Phoenix’s trial after the fact from Maya, and she’s not sure whether to be impressed that Phoenix managed to do all that with amnesia or laugh about it. She decides to do both.

Turnabout Big Top

It all starts with Phoenix going from ace attorney to ace babysitter as he’s in charge of four teenagers and one small child. Over the past few months, he’s gotten acquainted with Klavier and Sebastian as well, especially after the trio used the Wright & Co. Law Offices as their own personal hangout spot to get homework done and hide out when needed (thank you Kay).

The only reason Kay is brought on as co-counsel for this case is because a: its winter break so she doesn’t have school to worry about and b: the time frame is the same as when Miles was arrested the year prior. If Phoenix is having a rough time, then so is Kay. Especially since this will also be her first birthday since the whole incident. She’s also at Wright & Co. for the same reason when Maya calls up with the case.

This case is not the best distraction for Kay, but at least its something. Lesson learned: as a lawyer, you gotta take the good with the frustrating. Things get worse with Franziska prosecuting again. Kay still doesn’t get what’s up with her and why she’s still getting called a traitor.

The boys are also in on this case because why not, though they don’t stand as co-counsel but rather just help with the investigation. Because we all know that Kristoph and Blaise wouldn’t agree to them standing on the defense’s side, one more than the other.

Kay openly admitting to getting a headache while trying to figure out what the heck is actually going on during the first trial day. She grew up with the Master of Logic himself, so trying to make sense of this without all the information is making her head run in circles. But she’s not going to give up.

It’s revealed when Franziska confronts Phoenix & Co. outside of the lodging house later that day that the reason Franziska calls Kay a traitor is that she deliberately is siding with the man responsible for Miles’s “death”, something that she never thought Kay would do.

Kay never blames Phoenix for what happened to Miles. She mostly blames Gant (and von Karma somewhat) for it. They were the ones who pushed him, not Phoenix. So, when Franziska openly blames Phoenix for what happened, Kay gets pretty pissed. 

When Phoenix and Maya continue their investigation, Kay goes to confront Franziska on that matter and just goes off. Months of bottled up emotions just kind of explode outward, and Franziska is the unfortunate target of it all. This blow-up is also the first time that Kay refers to Miles as her dad. Which hits pretty hard. Franziska starts regretting a few choices she’s made today. Klavier and Sebastian pull her away as she starts to break down.

So they just... let her cry it out in the circus’s cafeteria. They end up being the ones who find out about the incident with the lion (once Kay’s calmed down) rather that Phoenix and Maya. The story has them racing over to them, catching the duo just as they’re about to enter Acro’s room and things go about pretty much the same way they do canonically from there.

The next day is a bit hard, and its easy to pick up on the tension between Kay and Franziska here. Taking a page out of the anime, Kay, Klavier, a reluctant Sebastian and Maya recreating the crime for the entire court. She does feel bad about having to indict Acro, though, due to the circumstances surrounding everything.

Kay does a pretty good job, something which Gumshoe relays as a message to her, at the end of the trial, much to her surprise. Who else would be proud of her is something that she wants to know.

Meanwhile, Miles Edgeworth wonders how he’s going to tell his daughter that he’s still alive upon his return to the country. (and yes, he was the one who told gumshoe to tell kay that he was proud of her)

Farewell, My Turnabout

So, Kay at this point still doesn’t know that Miles is alive. He wants to get everything settled before he makes any grand reveals to anyone. He’s also still trying to figure out how to do it since that wasn’t supposed to happen. Kay wasn’t supposed to think he was dead. He told her that he was leaving, sure, but Kay was also half-asleep when he did. So, misunderstandings~

Meanwhile, Phoenix takes the girls (Maya, Pearl and Kay) to the Hero of Heroes Grand Prix. Kay’s gotten decently close to the members of Wright & Co. over the past few months, that much is clear by now.

Kay gets upset about Corrida’s murder because ya know. Jammin’ Ninja fan. She hopes that Engrade gets locked away for doing it. Maya thinks she just doesn’t like the Nickel Samurai, which isn’t that far off. Kay just doesn’t like Engarde thanks to reading Klavier’s tabloid magazines. She never gets to explain the contents of those magazines, though. Phoenix finds out about them later.

Things take a sharp turn when Maya is called to the front desk to answer her “call”. Kay goes with Maya because ya know. Buddy system. (”girls don’t let each other go anywhere alone, nick!” “*sigh* i will never understand teenagers...”)  i think. you know. where this about to go--

So, yeah. Kay gets kidnapped alongside Maya. She puts up a pretty decent fight against de Killer (look at the people she was around growing up, Kay probably does know a little self-defense), but in the end, she still gets ‘napped. And so, Phoenix has to defend Engarde or the two girls will “disappear”.

Things are made worse, as Phoenix is accosted by two teenage boys who can’t get in touch with their third musketeer who didn’t show up for school that day. He’s just trying to do his job, but Klavier and Sebastian are really stubborn and will not leave him alone.

And everything gets worse when Miles makes his grand revival. And then is made the prosecutor for this case. So, Phoenix is not having a very good week at all.

Phoenix and Gumshoe are doing the best to keep the fact that the girls are being held hostage from Edgeworth and the boys. Emphasis on try. All three know that there’s something going on, but they can’t figure out what.

Meanwhile, Kay and Maya are in a wine cellar. Kay has tried several times to break down the door, but it hasn’t worked. de Killer took their phones, so they have no way of contacting the outside. They’re screwed unless they can escape.

Maya realizes that they do have a way to contact the outside and uses her spirit channeling powers to contact Mia, and with Kay’s help manages to explain what’s going on and giving a message to Mia to give to Phoenix.

So, Pearl finally reveals her spirit channeling powers. It freaks Phoenix out at first, but he gets over it quickly because at this point, he’s kind of used to Fey Family Weirdness.

The first part of the trial goes on as pretty much the same as it did before. Afterwards, Phoenix does his best to keep the fact that the girls are kidnapped from Miles because he’s gonna flip the fuck out. And he fails. And Miles kind of does flip out.

So, de Killer and Engarde (more so de Killer because he did his research, he knows the connection with Kay that Edgeworth has) have two pawns to work with and dangle over both the prosecution and defense. And now Edgeworth has two assistants on his side: Sebastian and Klavier, who don’t want to see Kay hurt. However, as future prosecutors, they can’t do much to help Phoenix. So, they help out with the investigation (and using the excuse as this being extra credit for anyone who asks why there are two teenagers here.)

On the other side, Maya and Kay break out of the room they were locked in thanks to a card Maya finds. Things go about as well as they do canonically, but with more struggle. Kay makes a fucking mess trying to defend herself and Maya from de Killer, which will later show the police that something definitely went down here (and concerning the heck out of a good handful of people in the process).

Kay may not know the truth about the Yatagarasu yet, but she sure is acting like the Yatagarasu.

The investigation goes about as well as you expect it to. Klavier and Sebastian are doing their best, but they can’t do much since they’re still only students. And Miles is worried as hell for Kay and ends up wanting to tear Engarde apart. Klavier is right to not like Engarde, as was Kay earlier.

When the trial starts up again, you have both the prosecution, the defense and a few members of the gallery nervous as hell. Gumshoe is doing his best to find the girls, but Miles and Phoenix still need to stall for time.

They do their best, but things are going about as well as they do canonically with Edgeworth being more on edge due to Kay being in danger. And the last time he saw her was when he left. So, he wants to be able to reconcile with her.

Things go on much like they do in canon. The note, Gumshoe’s accident, etc. Mia’s with Kay, doing her best to help, but she’s not sure what more she can do because the girls are weak and tired from being held captive for so long.

More worry on both parts.

When de Killer threatens to kill Maya and Kay when Edgeworth and Phoenix press him and try to get more time, Miles is also there to beg him to leave them alone. This is also the first time that Miles openly refers to Kay as his daughter.

Not much is different there out. They manage to expose Engarde as the asshole that he is, the girls are released and Engarde is declared guilty.

The scene with Franziska at the airport and Phoenix giving Miles the whip takes place a bit earlier, as that’s where Miles goes first before going to meet with Kay. Because he’s still trying to figure out how he’s going to talk to Kay again.

Phoenix and the others meet Maya and Kay at the hospital (Kay and Maya were held captive without much food or water for about three days, and Kay has a few minor injuries from de Killer, so they do need medical attention). Maya has a tearful reunion with Mia (as channeled by Pearl), and Kay gets tackled by her friends on both sides.

And then Miles Edgeworth walks into the room a short while later and Kay does not know what to say. She thought that he was dead for over a year, and a lot of things start bubbling to the surface. She starts tearing up because she thought she would never see Miles again, and he with her.

As soon as he gets close enough, Kay hugs him and calls him stupid in a couple different ways. Miles accepts it and apologizes for making her worry. He promises not to vanish like that again, and returns the promise that Kay made in part 2: to not keep secrets from her again.

So, what they didn’t get at the end of part 2, Miles and Kay finally get at the end of JfA: a chance to actually rebuild and reconcile their relationship without anything getting in the way.

So Justice for All ends on a pretty good note.

That may be the end of Justice for All, but it’s not the end of the story. There are still more ripples to come and fun shenanigans.