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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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ohh hi!! I love your writing so much! I was thinking about that part where max is making wishes come true... how about reader touching him and telling him that her wish is... you know... ksksksks it would be a great plot for a smut 🥵

Lord of Desire [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT *sex pollen*

Word count: 4.3k

Rating: 18+ only.

Warnings: SMUT; sex pollen (with that comes it being a dub-con too), overstimulation, cock warming, Dom! Reader, Sub! Max, oral (m! and f! receiving), p in v, slight yearning, reader has a crush on Max, happy ending.

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You were one of his many assistants. One of his many assistants who were constantly at his beck and call, who would do anything and everything for him. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't have the biggest, fattest crush on Maxwell Lord. And you'd be lying again if it didn't bother you— the way he'd fuck a different assistant every day, without a care in the world. He did it meaninglessly, discarding whatever they wanted so he could get whatever he desired. Because it was always about him. He took charge, he was the boss.

You heard the other assistants gossip on their lunch breaks about their fantasies, sharing and gushing over their private moments between themselves and Maxwell. You preferred not to say anything about your own experiences, instead, you'd stand in the corner and sip on your tea, listening intently. You were someone who enjoyed your own company, who liked to keep yourself to yourself. You were certain the other assistants didn't even know your name.

"He went down on me." Raquel announced one morning, emptying a packet of sweetener into her latte. Your eyes widened slightly, although you kept them down, not wanting to illustrate any emotion to your colleagues. Deep down, you couldn't help but feel the pot of jealousy begin to stir up in the pit of your stomach. Why— why did all the other assistants have these wild stories about Max and all you could talk about was the way he'd bend you over his desk and fuck you with no remorse? You'd dreamt about it, you'd imagine the way his tongue might lick through your folds, his perfect nose nudging against the bud of your clit. They talked about it like they were competing with each other. Some were even delusional enough to think that Maxwell actually loved them back. You swallowed away your jealousy, held your head up high and for the first time— you said something.

"Liar." the single word dripped with envy and you hated the way it rolled off your tongue. The three assistants, including Raquel, snapped their heads up to stare at you. Raquel's glare was furious.

"Excuse me?" she asked, both her eyebrows raised incredulously.

"Mr Lord doesn't go down on anyone." you fired back. It was true. You knew him— you'd worked for him for the longest time. You knew he wouldn't do that. But if you were so certain that she was lying, why did you feel so jealous? If he was going to go down on anyone, it should've been you.

You didn't care to hear whatever Raquel had to say. You had to go see Max— pay him a little visit— find out the truth. You were finally going to confront him. You were fueled with jealousy and your rage was a blinding light as you stormed through Black Gold Cooperative, earning a few curious glances as your heels clicked against the marble floor. You wrapped both your hands around the two door handles that led into Maxwell's office, and pushed them open without even a knock. Maxwell, who was knee deep in paperwork, quickly looked up at you as you barged over to his desk, hand on hip. He swallowed nervously, dropping his gold embellished pen and offering you a polite smile.

"Not like you to just storm in here without knocking," Maxwell smirked, an eyebrow quirked at your sudden change in behaviour. "You've worked here long enough to know the rules," You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. But before you could reply, Maxwell opened his mouth again. "But I'm glad you're here." he revealed, looking at you with those big, chocolate brown eyes. "Come, sit." he pointed at the empty chair that was opposite him.

You found yourself softening at the sentiment. He never, ever would say things like that. He'd never offer compliments or be genuine. Everything about his nature was cold and distant, but in those five words, his tone was sweet like honey. In a way, it brought you comfort. That completely through you off course. You sunk into the plush leather chair and began to nervously fumble with your fingers as he leaned over his messy desk, propping his elbows against the expensive oak wood. "I've discovered something amazing," he said breathlessly. "Something that can change the world."

You blinked. "What is it?" you hated the way your voice sounded small and timid. That's not the type of person you wanted to be in front of him, but it was always the type of person he made you out to be. With you, he would always exert his power— his dominance. When he fucked you, he'd whisper murmurs of praise in your ear. He wouldn't let you touch him, kiss him, he'd show no affection. He'd pin your hands together and take you from behind— and you'd let him with no question about it. Just for once, you wanted to explore a different side to Max, a side where you could be in control.

"Take my hands," he held his hands out and you cautiously looked down, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You took in the image of his thick, ring clad fingers and already felt your panties begin to dampen with arousal. Max curled his fingers, encouraging you to take his hands rather than just stare at them indefinitely. You caved, finally resting your palms flat in his. He interlocked his fingers in yours, his grip tight but firm. You could feel the coolness of his solid gold rings against your soft skin. "Make a wish."

You blinked again, this time completely dumbfounded. Make a wish? Had he finally lost it? His whole mantra was ‘if you want it you can have it’ — or something like that. But this whole wish thing? This was new.

"I don't-" you bit your lip, glancing from your hands to his face. His eyes were set heavy into you though, boring into your face and taking in every feature of yours that he admired so much. "I don't know what you mean." you sighed eventually, wanting to pull away from your boss. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

"What do you wish for?" Maxwell rephrased, flashing you that same smile he displayed so much for the world to indulge in on television. You hated it. It wasn't real. It wasn't him. You'd seen his real smile when he'd occasionally laugh at one of your jokes, or when he'd spy on you from the corner of his office as you played with Alistair. The small, toothy grin and his little dimple that would appear in his left cheek. Just for once, you wished he'd show you that beautiful smile of his to your face.

No, that wasn't it. You wished for more. You wished for every single dream, every single fantasy you had about him to come true. Could this be your opportunity to reveal all your pent up feelings and jealousy? Maxwell waited patiently, practically seeing the mental cogs turn in your brain as you thought this through. You rubbed your thighs together as your slick had seeped through the thin lace material of your panties.

He had taken everything from you. Now it was finally your turn to take something back.

"I wish," you started and watched as Maxwell closed his eyes. The fact he wasn't looking at you was about to make this so much easier. You were just going to say it. You could do this. "I wish… I wish that just for once, you'd let me fuck you. You'd let me take control. You'd beg and plead for me, be a good boy and do everything I ask of you. And you'll take it," you smile to yourself at the mere thought. "And most importantly, I wish that while we do this, you would just pretend to love me. Pretend to care about me," you felt your eyes sting from the tears you didn't realise had been penting up. That was what it all boiled down to— the helpless crush you'd had on your boss for the past three years. "Please." you finally huffed out.

Maxwell's eyes shot open as a gust of wind blew through the room, knocking the stacks of paper from his desk and breezing through your hair. When you finally looked back at Max, his eyebrows were furrowed together in bewilderment. He looked around his office, slightly dazed, and when he finally looked back at you, you noticed his eyes had darkened considerably. They were almost black with desire.

"Wh- where did that wind come from?" you asked, pulling your hands away from his and quizzically looking around the room. Not a window was open, the fan wasn't on…

Maxwell looked down where, already, his erection was strained against his tailored suit pants. "Holy shit," Maxwell muttered. "It worked. It actually worked." Max dropped his hand to his crotch and began to palm himself through the material, his fingers tracing the outline of his cock. He was painfully hard, trying to ignore the desperation which urged him to get off right then and there.

You gulped, standing up. "I'm sorry Mr Lord," you shook your head feeling embarrassed. You didn't know what had just happened— if your boss had played some kind of sick prank on you, but you weren't willing to stay and find out. "I- I best get back to work."

"No!" Maxwell choked out, rising to his feet and slamming his fists on the desk. The noise was enough to make you jump. "Please," he whispered. "Lock the door and...stay."

You blinked momentarily as you took in his instruction. You'd never heard him speak to you like that before. You slowly stalked over to the double doors, flicked the lock in place before turning back around to face your boss. His hair had fallen slightly out of place, dark blonde strands tousled over his forehead.

As you got closer, you noticed the pearls of sweat that beaded his hairline and the way his eyes became glazed with lust. He swallowed, not saying a word. He just started at you, his gaze following your every movement.

"Mr Lord?" you asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

Maxwell's lips parted slightly. "I…" you caught a blush creep upon his cheeks as you walked around his desk. Your eyes widened when you saw the thick outline of his cock pressed against his light grey pants. There was already a small damp patch from his precum.

"Jesus," you whispered. "What- what just happened?"

"K-kiss me," Maxwell pleaded. This was so strange— Max would never plead. He'd never beg, and he'd certainly never ask for you to kiss him. Was he toying with you? But how did he get hard so quick? So many questions. "P-please, I've been a good boy." Your eyes widened at the use of the words 'good boy'— the exact words you had used when he'd asked you for your wish. You stood there, perplexed as Maxwell let out another groan, hastily reaching down to undo his zipper.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping him. You looked over to the unoccupied leather sofa in the corner of his office that was draped in a furry, animal print blanket. "Let's go over here."

Maxwell nodded, shakily standing up and following you over to the sofa. "If… if I lay here will you-" you paused, shaking your head. "I'm going to lay here," you rephrase. "And I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

Maxwell gasped, already licking his lips greedily and nodding his head with excitement.

You kicked off your heels and pulled your skirt down, along with your lace panties, throwing them to one side. "Can I take my pants off?" Max groaned, his fingers grazing the clips of his suspenders as you unbuttoned your blouse.

"No," you shook your head, wanting to deprive him. He'd get the satisfaction he craved eventually, but now it was all about you. "You can take your jacket off though." you shrugged and as if by magic, he shrugged out of his designer suit jacket and let it fall to the floor amongst your clothes.

You sat on the sofa and opened your legs, beckoning Maxwell to come over with your fingers. He slowly stalked over to you, his gaze not tearing from your perfect form once, and he kneeled down in between your legs. "You're so pretty," he whispered, trailing soft and affectionate kisses along the softness of your inner thighs. You moaned, feeling the plumpness of his soft lips and the small trail of saliva as he gently licked and nibbled at the skin. You moaned wantonly, already feeling your toes curl as his face drew closer to your weeping cunt. "Always wanted to do this," Maxwell revealed. "You have the prettiest pussy in the whole fucking office, always wanted to taste."

Max licked a stripe between your folds, his low grumbles vibrating straight through your core. "Agh," you closed your eyes as he licked another stripe. The room began to fill with lewd wet noises, and you felt your cheeks heat up as he lapped at you. "Why- why didn't you taste me sooner?" you asked, genuinely wanting to know an answer.

Maxwell sucked on your clit, holding it between his teeth as he swirled his tongue against your bud in perfect little circles. He pulled off with a pop and a groan, and you managed to get a glance of your juices and how they coated his face, glistening under the amber, artificial lighting. "Afraid," Maxwell groaned, swiping his tongue over his lip and tasting what you had left on him. "Afraid of feeling powerless and not in control. I want you- I wanted you to think of me as someone who makes rules, not follows them."

"But sometimes it's nice to lose control, just a little bit. Let go of your inhibitions…" you smiled, reaching down and letting your hand tangle in his hair. Maxwell mumbled something incoherent before reattaching his lips to your pussy. "F-fuck Max, see? This- this is good, you're so good. Shit." you praised, and it only stirred Maxwell on even more. His cock was throbbing in his pants, it ached for some kind of release. Maxwell pressed the digit of his index finger along the entrance to your hole, teasingly rubbing it as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. "O-oh, you want to finger me?" you chuckle, and feel Maxwell nod against your cunt. "Okay." you grant, and his thick finger immediately presses into you, as he pushes the full way in. As he pumps his finger in and out of you, you find yourself shaking, muttering soft words of praise at him for being so obedient. He curls his finger perfectly so it hits that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust, and his tongue doesn't stray away from you for one moment. He loves the way your walls tighten around his finger and he imagines it was his dick instead— the mere thought making his manhood jump with excitement in his pants. His kitten licks grow more intense as he pulls you towards your first orgasm, your thighs involuntarily shaking around his head as you cum on his tongue. He removes his finger as your climax washes over you, and stares at your cunt with admiration, watching it clench around nothing.

You find yourself heaving and panting as your high washes over you, trying to process everything that just happened. "I've never done that with an employee before," Max revealed, shakily raising to his feet again. You can't contain your smile, knowing that Raquel had been lying earlier. "You tasted just as good as I imagined. So sweet, like fucking candy."

You shuffle upwards to sit up, noticing your wetness on the leather sofa. "When we're finished," you breathe. "I want you to clean up all the mess. Not the cleaners, I want to watch you do it. Okay?" Maxwell nodded obediently and your lips curved into a smile. There was something so satisfying at the thought of a big name CEO like Maxwell Lord clean up after himself. Even more satisfying knowing that he'd be cleaning your cum from the sofa his business associates will be sitting on in just a few hours.

"We're not done?" Max asked, his eyes lit up with hope. You pouted, shaking your head as you crawled over to him. On your knees, you reached up and unclipped his suspenders from the top of his pants, pulling them down his arms and letting the straps fall by his sides.

"No baby," you purred, taking your time to palm his cock over the material of his pants. "See, I could just leave you high and dry, you could've just been my quick fix. Because that's how you see me, isn't it?" you tilted your head and Maxwell frowned, looking away from you with shame. Your fingers found his silver zipper and you slowly pulled it down. "But I'm not like you," you whispered, finally pulling his pants down and freeing his aching cock. You tsked, shaking your head. "Not even wearing boxers. That's naughty of you…"

"W- will you punish me?" Maxwell asked, his puppy dog eyes glistening with desire.

You didn't reply with words, but instead, simply offered him a hum as you wrapped his fingers around his cock. Your eyes widened in surprise at his reaction to your mere touch as he let out a wanton groan and tossed his head back in delight. You spat in your hands and slowly began to pump his long, thick length with one hand. You bring your other hand down to his balls and cup them, rubbing your thumb along the curves as you feel them tighten as you jerk him off.

"C-can you- f-fuck-" Maxwell squeezed his eyes shut as you increased speed.

"What is it baby?" you ask softly. "Struggling to get out your words? Tell me, what do you want? I'm feeling generous."

"Y-your lips, please, your lips around my-my-" Maxwell chokes back a moan as you wrap your mouth along the head of his cock, sucking his tip playfully, your tongue flicking along the small slit that was beaded with precum. You moan as you taste his familiar saltiness. As you continue to suck at his head, you let your fingers grace the column of his cock, rolling your digits softly over his ridges and veins as your pussy twitched at the thought of feeling them inside you. You were desperate to feel him fill you. You were desperate to take full control. But right now, you were too drunk on the idea of overstimulating your boss. Give him a time he'll never, ever forget.

Once you're certain you've milked him of all his precum, you take his full length, gagging slightly as his head pushes against the back of your throat. He's so thick that your jaw aches as he stretches your mouth wide open, a trail of your saliva dripping down your chin. You bobbed your head up and down, thriving on the way he moans your name and strings out low, sleuthy curses of affirmation.

"Can I cum?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Your cunt quivers at the way he asks you for permission. Now you understand why he loves taking control. "I'm close- I'm gonna cum." Max groaned and you began to feel his cock involuntarily twitch in your mouth. You quickly double back, pulling off him and looking up at him with beady eyes. "N-no!" Maxwell gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Problem?" you asked with a smirk. "Oh baby… you wanted to cum in my mouth?" you frown apologetically. Maxwell nods his head and you take in the way his tears are pricking his pretty brown eyes. He's a mess and he's your mess. "I know somewhere better you can cum." you coo, rising to your feet and pressing a soft kiss into his jaw. "Sit." you command, pointing to the same spot you made yourself comfortable in on the sofa.

Maxwell obeyed, walking over with hunched shoulders holding his cock in one hand as he slowly touched himself. You looked at him with complete desire. You knew how wet you were, but you had never seen him so hard before— you were actually wondering if you'd be able to take him.

You wrap your legs around him, straddling him, and slowly sink on his aching cock. A long, strained moan escaped Maxwell's lips as you pushed yourself all the way down, gasping as he filled you completely. Max half expected you to start riding him, he wished you'd just bounce up and down and milk him for all he had— but of course, you didn't. You stayed seated on him, warming his cock as you adjusted yourself. You began to slowly unbutton his work shirt, pulling it off him and throwing it to the floor. You pressed your hands against his chest as you shimmy even deeper, this time his balls are pressed against the curve of your ass. "Feels so good." you whisper.

"M-move." Maxwell groaned, his eyes tight shut.

"Did you just tell me what to do?" you quizzed and Maxwell quickly shook his head.

"N-no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it…" Maxwell replied in a quick fluster. "I just….fuck…"

"You're just so desperate to cum, aren't you?" you sighed, smoothing out his dark blonde hair.

"Y-yes." he answered.

You reached down to your clit and began to rub circles, getting yourself off as you sit on his cock. "So here's what's going to happen, I'm gonna cum on your cock and you're going to take it like a good boy. You're gonna feel my pussy clench around you— and you're not— you're not fucking allowed to cum, okay? You're going to take it."

Maxwell tossed his head back, and rested his hands on your hips as he watched you play with yourself, full of his cock. It stirred him on as he gazed at the pretty sight that was before him. You were so good, you had him completely wrapped around your finger. It wasn't long until your walls were tightening around Max, and his perfectly manicured finger

-tips dug into your back.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," Max murmured and you smiled as you let yourself unravel around him. "Fuck, you feel so good. You always feel so good. The- the best,"

"Shit," you moaned. "Wanna cum pretty boy?" you asked with a wicked grin. Max nodded desperately and you adjusted your position, laying back down on the sofa. You whimpered at the loss when his cock slipped out of you, but he was quick to thrust back into when you gave him the command. "Fuck me until you cum then."

The words alone almost made Maxwell explode. You wrapped your legs around his body as he pushed his whole length deep inside you, quickly picking up the fast and brutal pace you were used to. He didn't last long though, and you weren't surprised considering you had edged him this long already. His cum splayed inside of you, painting your walls as he grunted and groaned on top of you, his arms shaking as he tried to stop himself from collapsing on you.

"Fuck," Maxwell gasped, trying to catch his breath. He felt himself soften inside of you, not wanting to pull out just yet. He was cherishing the moment and savouring the feeling. He missed your pretty pussy so much. He wanted to live in this moment forever. As his climax washed over him, he felt the magic of the wish leave his body too. You were a heaving, panting mess but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Max leaned into you, pressing a brisk and gentle kiss on your forehead, down to your nose, and then against your lips. "I love you," he admitted, whispering against your mouth. You felt your breathing catch in your throat at the revelation. "I loved you from the moment I met you. But I- just… was scared."

For a second you thought it was just the wish that was making him come out with these things— but the moment he revealed that he was scared, you knew for sure Max's words were coming from his heart.

"Scared of what?" you asked quietly, still drunk in post-coital haze. You drew lazy circles into his bicep as he nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck. He was so warm, the smell of his expensive cologne filled the room, it was intoxicating.

"I don't know…" he mumbled. "Disappointing you?"

"Oh Maxie," you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. "You could never disappoint me. I love you too."

Maxwell smiled, his eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I've always dreamed of the day I can show you off… call you mine."

"So let's start from today," you told him, dropping your hand to his and holding it gently.

"Wait, you'll be my girlfriend?" Maxwell asked hopefully.

You nodded with a smile and he kissed you once more, passionately and filled with affection. You could really get used to this.

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 4 years ago

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The Hangover (Def Leppard x Reader)

(Happy birthday to my blog!! To celebrate 3 years of the place where I concentrate my insane Leppard obsession, I thought I’d celebrate by posting the FIRST Def Leppard fanfic I EVER wrote ((which I have NEVER posted anywhere before!)) I began writing this exactly 3 years ago today- the day I made this blog ((February 19th, 2018))- and officially finished it about a year later. This is not intended as a romantic/sexual fic, it’s simply just an x reader in which the reader is basically one of the guys. In other words, it’s on crack.)

((I am aware this is kind of cringe-worthy at times... but I still like a lot of things about it. While I revised it very slightly before queuing it, I was still 16 when I started writing this, okay... gimme a break...))

(Illustration by @paper-sxn)

Words: 8,684 Prompt: Dublin, 1984. You’re with the Leppards in their early pre-Hysteria era house. You all wake up with hangovers after a boozed-up night at home, and you each try to put the pieces of the previous night back together. Meanwhile, you’re praying that one particular piece won’t fit in anywhere... (partially inspired by the “Blitzgiving” and “The Pineapple Incident” episodes of How I Met Your Mother)

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Gently piercing white light made its way through the windows of the bedroom. It hit your eyelids, and it hit your brain, igniting a brief but killer headache. As your eyes clasped together more, you turned your face into the gloriously soft pillow. For a second you asked yourself why you would have a headache so early in the morning, but then…

You laughed quietly into the bed, recalling without warning some vague happenings from the night before. There wasn’t much you remembered, but you clearly saw the image of the guys flat out drunk at some point (you along with them). There were some blips of you all singing together, Sav hanging from a door frame, you chugging some scotch, Joe chugging some vodka, Steve’s hair being in pigtails, and you think Phil might’ve been giving you a lap dance... or vice versa. It was, all in all, hysterical (at least- that’s what you wanted to think).

Other than those faint events, unfortunately, the night was gone. Still, you were thrilled that it happened. Crazy times with your boys were always good.

You rubbed your eyes, ready for more sleep to combat the pounding in your head. When you did, they opened a little, and you realized… this wasn't your room you were in. Squinting around, you noticed that you were sleeping in Phil’s room instead of yours.

Oh, it’s not that much of a problem, you mused, I’m sure he doesn’t mind. I’ve woken up to worse in this place.

You let your eyes close again easily, and you found peace as you began to fall under again. That is, until you felt someone move next to you.

When it happened, you became aware of the warmth coming from someone else in the bed. They only shifted in their sleep a little bit before going still again. Your eyes went wide, and you held your breath. You don’t remember getting into bed with someone (in fact, you don’t remember getting into bed at all). Turning your head, you looked to see what sort of stranger was in bed with you currently. Instead of a stranger, scraggly blonde hair over a kind and shy face met your sight, and you were instantly calmed upon realizing that it was just Steve. That was good, that was good, but why were you and Steve sleeping in Phil’s bed? You were sure you didn’t have sex last night- at least, not with Steve. This tiny moment of appeasement and confusion was cut short by the faint sound of guitar chords coming from downstairs. The music echoed to your ears, signaling that it had to be Phil, and that he was playing the opening to Bringin On the Heartbreak. Cautiously taking the covers off you- not wanting to wake Steve- you felt obliged to go to the other guitarist. When you stood up and began walking, you nearly fell forward from the sudden vertigo of your hangover. You had to hold onto the counter of Phil’s dresser for extra support, and that’s when your reflection in his mirror caught your eye. Not only that, but that’s when your outfit also caught your eye. One of the guys’ Union Jack tank tops had been slipped over you somehow, and two hand prints were on either side of your face in dried paint; one was blue, one was green. "What…?“ you whispered, touching your face and feeling the shirt on you. It seemed to fit you alright, which made you wonder whose it really was. You were also in black underwear, and nothing else. While eyeing yourself, you took notice of Steve in the reflection. You now saw a few big red lipstick stains on his face, untouched and unsmudged. It was pretty cute, you had to admit, but another thing that came to your attention was that it wasn’t you who was wearing the lipstick at the moment. So then who kissed Steve all over his face? You treaded carefully down the hallway, putting one foot in front of the other and dragging a hand on the wall for support. The melody of the distant guitar didn’t cease the whole time you trekked through the house to get to Phil. When the chords of the song dragged on to the part where the vocals should have begun, no vocals came. Everything in the house looked remarkably the same (despite everything you remember from last night). There were large, ripped pieces of cardboard in the middle of the hallway; scattered out as if leaving a trail. Alongside that, there was a piece of paper labeled “pay 2 the orerr of Rick: one fuckin bendee straw” in what may have been Sav’s handwriting on top of the stairs, and blue paint smudged on the railing going downwards (guaranteeing that whoever did that eventually got to your face, too).

Step by step you descended as the scenery of the house teetered around you (a little too reminiscent of Me & My Wine, you would add). When you reached the bottom of the stairs and looked into the living room, sure enough, Phil was there, strumming away.

“But it’s easy come and easy go…” he hummed.

“You’re…” you mumbled, burped a little, and continued, “Awake. How?” He stopped playing and crossed his arms, quietly sassing you, “Ah, she rises again. You regrettin’ anything yet?” You blinked and rubbed your eyes, scratching a little bit of paint off of your face and inquiring in a scratchy, tired tone, “I guess so… but- how? You, how?” Phil took off his guitar and stood up with his hands in his pockets, “Because I barely drank at all last night, and I also sure as hell didn’t shag Steve in someone else’s bed!” “How do you mean- I didn’t- wait- and Steve- what?” you rubbed your head, getting dizzy, causing Phil to guide you to the couch. “I didn’t- I didn’t shag Steve last night,” you insisted. “Mm hmm,” the guitarist hummed disapprovingly, “Alright.” “What the hell are you on about?” Phil smirked evilly and laughed, “He carried you upstairs, we heard the door close, and then some rather happy noises were heard, so we all just assumed-!” “That’s not-” you swallowed and lay your head back on the couch, “-a valid assumption.” “Oh, you poor thing,” came the sarcastic remark, “You really don’t remember, do you?” “Well I figured if I ever fucked any one of you I would- you know- remember it!” you raised your voice at him, then rubbed your temples. “I’m touched, really. But I’ll fill you in a bit,” Phil yanked up his guitar he’d put down, placed himself next to you, and played the into to “Ballroom Blitz”. Then a bit of the night came back to you. “Oh... that’s what started it all, didn’t it?”

~The night before~ Rick began banging out a tune on his drum kit in the house with you, Sav, and Steve sitting close by, them being at the ready with their guitars. “You ready, Steve?” you mimicked the original lyrics. “Uh-huh,” he replied exactly like Steve Priest in the original song. “Savy?” you said next. “Yeah,” Sav bopped his head to the beat. “Rick?” “Okay.” “Alright, fellas,” you called out, “Let’s go!” The two guitarists let their instruments ring out around the house, playing the all-too-familar tune. As soon as they started this, the front door opened, and none other than Phil and Joe walked in. Joe was holding a bag that was weighed down by the mass inside it (a painfully obvious sign that there were a few bottles of booze). Although the two of them weren’t talking, they were physically hushed upon hearing the situation you and the others had created. “Oh life’s been getting so hard, living with the things you do to me…” you sang lowly and quietly along with the music being made, just to make sure the musicians knew their places. You noticed Phil run out of the room in excitement, and into the one where he keeps his guitars. Joe, on the other hand, stayed put and watched the rest of you from afar, fighting a smile. “My dreams are getting so strange, I’d like to tell you everything I see…” You stood up, and Joe began walking towards you when you called out the next line of the song, “Oh- I see a man in the back, as a matter of fact, his eyes are as red as a sun!” Joe chimed in without warning at the next line, putting an arm on your shoulder and pointing at you, “And the girl in the corner, let no one ignore her, ‘cos she thinks she’s the passionate one!” *** “It’s, it’s a ballroom blitz, it's, it's a ballroom blitz,” Phil sang the ending teasingly to you when he put his guitar back. It felt like he was rubbing his energy in your face (since you lacked it). Before Phil could continue, Joe suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Yeah! It’s a ballroom blitz!” he announced, throwing his arms into the air and taking a bow. He sounded a bit tipsy still. Joe was wearing his Union Jack shorts, but no shirt. Instead of a shirt, though, he had the words “PROPERTY OF DEF LEPPARD” sloppily painted across his chest in blue and green paint. Right over his nipples there were also two handprints, almost exactly matching the ones on your face. Joe stumbled in the doorway, falling to his knees and groaning in discomfort, “Ohh... probably should’ve stayed in bed.” Phil sluggishly trekked over to the singer and pulled him partially to his feet, yanking him towards the couch, “Oh yeah? And by ‘bed’, you mean-?” “Definitely not the bathtub.” Joe assured him, but winked at you. “No matter where you slept, it’s still not as bad as where she slept,” Phil pointed at you, “And what she did there.” “Why? What’d you do?” Joe’s tipsiness wore away in his sentence, making him sound genuinely concerned and curious. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what Phil was going to say, “Phil, I-” “It’s not what she did, it’s who she did- she shagged Steve in my bed!” the guitarist accused you again while pointing a finger. Immediately Joe exclaimed, “Nice!” and held up a hand to high-five you. “Joe!” you scolded him, surprised that he took this as good news. “Oh-uh, not… nice?” he took away the offer of a high-five and scratched the back of his head awkwardly instead, “Also, is that my shirt?” You took a look down at the Union Jack tank top you were wearing and back at Joe’s torso. Then something clicked in your head. “Ohh…” you continued staring at Joe’s chest, feeling yourself blush as old memories unraveled in your head, “I think... I think I remember something else that happened last night.” *** You were all drunk; it was no lie. After your quick jam session, there was a booze-filled music fest going on in the house. Joe had even put on his Union Jack outfit, pretending he was getting ready for a show. At one particular point of this “festival” you'd all created, records were being played, and you ended up dancing in front of Joe to REO Speedwagon’s “Take It On the Run”. “You’re bringing up your white lines, you’re pullin’ on a bedroom eyes, you say you’re going home, but I won’t say when,” you sang the wrong lyrics as you swayed and drunkingly made flirty faces at Joe on the couch. Sav, meanwhile, was playing with some old craft paint off in the corner. The blue and green substances were all over his hands (but somehow, one color managed to stay on each hand). “Yeah, you dance for him, Y/N!” Rick cheered you on from the kitchen as Steve and Phil sat on the couch. Phil was perfectly sober, and Steve was giggling and laying with his head on Phil’s lap. You, on the other hand, were now moving closer to the singer, almost like you were giving him a lap dance. “You take it on the run, baby,” you sang along, slowly taking Joe’s Union Jack tank top off of him (with no objections from below), “If that’s the way you wanna, baby...” In return to Joe being shirtless, you slowly took off your own shirt (triggering wolf-whistles and cheers from the guys) to replace it with Joe’s tank. “Sav, mark him up!” you ordered the painted bassist in the corner as you tried to dress yourself. He happily made his way over to you and questioned, “What should I mark him with?” A single hazy idea came to you, and you eagerly whispered it into Sav’s ear. He giggled in response, and proceeded to move over to Joe, drawing something on his chest in the paint. To keep Joe from looking at what it was, you went behind the chair and covered his eyes, ordering coyly, “No peeking!” “All done!” Sav announced and retreated back to whatever he was doing in the corner. “Now, wait, Sav!” you sped over to him, lifted his hands up, and double high-fived him, getting the paint on your hands as well. To finish off what Sav had started, you ran back over to Joe on the chair, and slapped your hands on his chest, right over his nipples. Laughter erupted from everyone in the room (including Joe) and you repeated Sav’s words. “All done!” Joe gazed down at the words “PROPERTY OF DEF LEPPARD” on his chest as you continued to dance to the song playing. “You’re mine, now! You take it on the run, baby... if that’s the way you want it, baby...” Joe tried to tell you in a sexy voice, “Am I your baby now?” “If that’s the way you want it baby,” you repeated the words from the song to him, “Now I’m done dancing for you! Somebody dance for me!” Steve began pointing at everyone individually, childishly suggesting, “It should be, eenie, meenie, miney, Phil!” “Why me?” Phil laughed in objection as you took a seat across the room. “Because you’re not wasted,” his terror twin argued, poking him on the nose. The sober guitarist looked over at you with happy anticipation, awaiting a comment, while all you did was wiggle your fingers at him with a goofy grin. After that, you returned the gesture to the man on his lap, giving Steve a sexy wink. *** “Oh my god...” you put your head in your hands shamefully as Phil and Joe giggled at the memory of the previous night, “I can’t believe I did all that...” “That was a treat!” Phil laughed, hugging you from the side and pulling you closer to him in consolation, “It was funny! We never get to see that side of you!” “There’s a certain reason why you don’t...” you moaned with embarrassment, then asked out of guilty curiosity, “How many times did I grab your ass during that lap dance...?" Phil thought for a bit before telling you, “Four. Well- four and a half...” You gave a loud groan of protest as Joe laughed and slumped back into the couch. “Oh, you only did those things because you weren’t thinking!” Phil consoled you, swayed back and forth with you in his arms. Joe chimed in, “Yeah, and see what happens when you don’t think? You do! Most importantly, you do Steve!” “I didn't do Steve!” you shot your head up and yelled at Joe. You received only laughs and snorts from both men in reply. Suddenly, Sav appeared on the staircase and began singing “Squeeze Box” by The Who with a tired yet cheeky smirk, “Mama’s got a squeeze box she wears on her chest, and when Stephen comes home, he never gets no rest-” Joe and Phil joined into his song with, “Cos' she’s playin’ all night, and the music’s alright! Mama’s got a squeeze box, Stephen never sleeps at night!” You just put your head back in your hands, trying not to accept your fate of being teased. You didn’t want to think that you possibly shagged Steve. He always seemed so innocent to you in a way, and you feared that this would kill your friendship. If everything the boys said was true, you would never hear the end of it, and you don’t even know what Steve would think of you from now on. Was it possible that he remembered anything about the night before? “It didn’t happen, it didn’t happen...” you repeated to yourself in a whisper as Phil unwrapped his arms from you. Sav came all the way down the stairs; his body language making him look grumpy with the world, but his tired grin signaling that he was pleased with seeing you. “Oh, it happened, sunshine!” the frizzy-haired bassist laughed, but quickly regretted it and rubbed his head with his still-painted hands, “Ah- yep, it happened. You could probably hear you two up the whole damn street.” As Sav wearily joined you all on the couch, Joe complained, “Sounds like that was a treat; I wish I remembered it!” Phil was caught off guard at the comment. His head turned to Joe in the blink of an eye and gasped, “Wait, you don’t remember hearing them?!” “I wish I could say I do, but there’s nothing there,” Joe stood up after he spoke, and quickly held onto the wall nearby. His hand went over his stomach as he whined, “Oh... fuck, Y/N, why did you make me race you last night?" “'Race me'?” you squinted as you inquired, “Race you with what?” Joe didn’t answer, but slowly took steps into the kitchen, using the wall as his guide. His answer came when you, Sav, and Phil all heard him throw up into the sink. You sighed, resting your hands over your eyes, trying to remember the cause of Joe’s sickness, “Oh no, was that really my idea?” *** “Look what I found!” you trotted into the room tipsily, holding two bottles; one of scotch, one of vodka, “Only half full! Who wants em?” While you weren’t full-on drunk, it was no secret that the title wasn’t that far away. After your little Ballroom Blitz, it was one beer after the next, then it was digging into the fancy liquors that Phil and Joe had just brought home. Your judgment was impaired, no doubt about it, and so was the judgment of all the guys. Joe even changed into his normal live-show-only Union Jack tank top, claiming that he was gonna "put on a show." The only one who was still sane and sober was Phil, who seemed to be staying away from your poison. Upon registering your sacred offer of alcohol, Rick ran forward, chanting, “Me! Me!” You lifted the bottles away from him, commanding, “Uh-uh! I get the scotch.” “Oh, bollocks, then you can keep the vodka,” the young drummer grumbled and turned away from you. Just as Rick rejected your offering, Joe sprung up and eagerly trotted over while shouting happily, “I’ll take it!” “Sold!” you handed the bottle over to him, “Betcha can’t finish before me!” “Betcha I can!” he sneered back before taking the cap off his bottle. There was no official “ready, set, go” for the race; you both just kind of went for it without any saying. While your throat and stomach were already protesting your actions (and you could almost sense that Joe’s were doing the same), you didn’t stop once; neither of you did. You held up your bottle and announced, “Done!” Looking over, you saw Joe was also finished. “I finished first!” “Nuh-uh!” you insisted, “It had to be me! Tell him, guys!” The four others hadn’t been paying attention to you and Joe’s little competition; they were instead focused on a box that Sav had pulled out from a cupboard. From the box they pulled out bottles of paint and various types of used makeup.

Joe scolded them all in a more sober manner, “Oh come on, you lot weren’t even watching!” “Yeah, yeah, it was probably a tie, anyways,” Rick chuckled, pulling out more items from the box. “This box is much more interesting, too," Phil protested, holding up a stick of lipstick as Sav held up two bottles of paint, "This is a box of makeup that I had for me and the lads in Girl! Just look at it all! Think we can have some fun with this?" "Oh, piss off," you threw the empty bottle onto the couch, "We need some music." Joe had slumped down onto a chair, and you stumbled your way over to the shelf with all the records on it, flipping through and eyeing them all as carefully as your body would let you. After only a few seconds of searching, your eyes lit up at a discovery. "Here's a good one!" you exclaimed as you pulled out a copy of Hi Infidelityby REO Speedwagon, "Let's give it a spin!" ***

Joe wandered back into the room and fell onto the empty couch with a grumble. “Sorry, Joe...” you muttered over to him, realizing that you pressured him into more consumption of the booze. “It was probably gonna happen anyway...” he admitted, wiping his hands over his face, “It’s was my stupid choice to go through with it.” “Woah,” Phil pointed out out of nowhere, looking at you with great surprise, “What’s that on your neck?” You felt your heart drop into your stomach. “What!?” you shot up from where you sat (bringing on more dizziness), and rushed over to a mirror. Once your dizziness subsided, and you could finally see your reflection, the pink shape of a hickey on the side of your neck was now clearly conspicuous. You wondered how you hadn't noticed it before. Joe exclaimed with a smug and proud grin, “Is that from Steve!?” You groaned angrily, feeling yourself become more and more defeated. “I can’t believe it,” you gasped, slapping a hand over the mark, “Something did happen between us-!” “Y/N,” Phil pointed out again, “There’s lipstick on your thigh...” Looking down at your legs, you saw that he was right. There was a single red symbol on your right thigh that marked a kiss from the night before. Upon seeing this, what you saw when you woke up popped into your head. “Looks like Steve went to town down there,” Sav smirked at you, only wanting to rub it in more. “Guys,” you softly noted, “That wasn’t Steve... he has lipstick marks all over his face from someone else...” The three men all exchanged confused looks with each other. There was a dead end to the story of the previous night. None of them knew how to solve the mystery of the lipstick. Not even Phil, who was as good as sober 12 hours ago, didn’t have any input. Sav suddenly blurted out, “Wait a minute, I know what happened- I think...” No one said anything, but eagerly leaned forward, ready to hear the tale the bassist had to tell. “You lot remember how we found that box of old makeup last night?” he began, “Well, I walked into the bathroom with you afterwards, Y/N...” *** Rick looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, carefully applying the makeup to his lips, and being extra careful to not get it on the blazer he was wearing. The drummer put on his best suit just to see how it would look with the makeup he was putting on. He thought he was doing a good job for the most part; he didn’t look half bad at all! It was far easier than he expected it to be, and wondered if he was good enough to help you with your makeup at times. Thinking of you seemed to have made you appear in the doorway next to him. Both of your hands were still covered in paint. “Sink,” was all you commanded of the drummer. He moved without a word and you began to wash your hands. At the same instant, Sav appeared nearby. He grabbed the doorframe and began to swing from it, leaving conspicuous handprints afterwards. “Aren’t you gonna wash up, too?” Rick crossed his arms to sass him. “Nah, I want the colors, they’re makin’ me feel- colorful...” Sav grinned, walking over to you at the sink, requesting, “C’mere.” You looked up, only to have your face taken in Sav’s paint-covered hands. He softly giggled as you squared your vision in on him with a sneer. “Rude,” you teased, then went back to washing your hands; paint now all over your face. “What’s really rude,” Rick pulled back the shower curtain and taking a step into the tub, “Is you two interrupting my makeup time! Good night!” He sat himself down in the tub and laid himself down as if he was going to sleep.

Before he had the chance to catch some shut-eye, you marched over to the tub and objected, “Rick, if you’re gonna sleep, I want a goodnight kiss first.” Without another word, Rick sat up and planted a kiss on your thigh (since it was closest to him). There was now a bright red imprint of his lips on your leg. “Thank you.” you smiled down at him, “Now goodnight.” “Don’t leave the water on, you hear?” Sav nagged him, pointing a colored finger, “You’ll drown." Rick chuckled with his eyes closed, “I’ll drink myself out. I'm in a drinkin mood, anyways." “Oh yeah? You haven’t got a straw or anything,” the intoxicated bassist continued to argue with him. “Then don’t let me drown! Get one!" “I’ll get you one later. I’ll just-“ Sav burped, and continued, “I’ll write a note or something.” “Sounds good, mate,” Rick slumped further into the tub and pulled the curtain closed, “Now you gonna stay here all night?” “Actually,” you noted out loud to yourself, different alcoholic emotions boiling up inside you, “I wanna go downstairs- I just need to see Steve- like right now...!" You turned on your heels, speeding past Sav and flying back down the stairs. *** “So that explains the paint on my face, and the paper in the hallway, and the lipstick, but what happened after that?” you asked Sav, as you were now slumped on top of Phil’s arm again. “Beats me,” Sav ran his still-painted hands through his hair, “That’s all I’ve got.” “But wait, if you said that Rick fell asleep in the bathtub...” Phil began his sentence, only for you and the other two men to exchange knowing looks with each other. All four of you immediately sprung up and rushed (as much as you could) up the stairs and into the bathroom. Upon getting there, Phil flung back the shower curtain to reveal a partially awake Rick, dressed in a suit, and still wearing the lipstick from the night before. “Mornin’,” he groaned as he stretched, then winced, “Ah, fuck- sleeping in here wasn’t the best idea for me neck.” Sav looked back at the paint on the doorframe and asked the drummer, “So then why did you sleep in here?” “Oh,” Rick looked around the tub, stating as-a-matter-of-factly, “The porcelain keeps the suit from wrinkling. I guess drunk me was very careful last night.” “I’ll say,” Joe complemented, “The lipstick’s still holding up pretty well.” Phil halted the conversation, “Wait, so you were in here when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night?” Rick chuckled, “Yeah, and let me tell you, for a smaller guy, you’ve got a big bladder.” “Wait,” you slowly turned and pointed at Joe, “I thought you said you slept in the bathtub-?” He gave you a cocky smirk in return, “I told you, ‘definitely not the bathtub’...” Rick sleepily laughed and pointed at you, “Ha- Y/N, you look like Joe!” “Why, just because of the shirt?” you inquired, pointing at Joe’s tank top on you. “And the paint!” Rick corrected you, “I can’t believe you guys didn’t wash it off yet!” In a second, you felt a rush of worry upon realizing that Rick hadn’t said anything about you and Steve yet. It made you suddenly come to the possible conclusion that he may not know about it all. “Wait,” Phil snapped his fingers, “So you do remember some stuff from last night?” “Yeah, a bit, I think. Why?” “Philip Kenneth Collen, don’t you fucking dare....” you growled at him in an almost pleading manner, rubbing your temples and grinding your teeth. “What do you remember?” Phil asked him, not giving any sort of reaction to your begging. Rick thought for a few seconds, clearly as hungover as the rest of you. It didn’t take him long to list off some brief happenings he recalled. “Well, I remember us singing Sweet, there was a lap dance, I remember- uh, being denied a bottle of scotch, there was, uh... there was lipstick... and did I try to ice-skate on pieces of cardboard down the hall...?” “Is that why there’s cardboard all down the hallway?” you motioned towards the door. Rick gave you a big proud smile and a nod in response. “So...” Joe looked around, definitely looking eager, “What’s the last thing you remember before falling asleep?” Rick rested his head back on the tub again, thinking as hard as his hungover mind would let him. You hoped to every god there was that he didn’t say anything about Steve. “Just Phil comin’ in here and having a long piss, that’s all.” came the verdict. “You sure you didn’t hear-“ Phil anxiously began to ask him, but got a hand slapped over his mouth by you. “No!” you yelled on impulse, sending more daggers through your burned-out head. All eyes were now on you, and silence fell. For a few tense seconds, you stared into Phil’s eyes, sending him visual messages of both threats and desperate requests. “...what the hell happened last night?” Rick broke the silence in a tone of utter confusion, knowing that something more serious than what he remembered had taken place. You pulled your hand back from Phil’s face, “Yuck, Phil, come on!” “You licked her hand, didn’t you?” asked Sav. “Yes,” Phil confirmed, and continued without missing a beat, “And I’m glad you asked that, Rick, cos' I know what happened after Y/N and Sav paid you a visit last night.” “Phil, if you love me in any way, shape, or form, you will not tell Rick what happened,” you begged to him as you began to walk out the bathroom door, heading back downstairs to wallow in more of your shameful hangover, “I refuse to believe it happened until there’s hard proof.” “Well what more proof do you want? A positive pregnancy test?” Phil shrugged, but suddenly slapped his own hand over his mouth, realizing what he’d just said. You shot him an angry look. You were too tired to have it out with him, so you stumbled away. Right about now, you were ready to give up and accept the fact that you probably did shag Steve. Phil turned to Rick, gaping, and slowly began to speak again, "Right... so last night, after those two were in here, I think that’s when they came back downstairs..." *** "So why are you tying up my hair again?" a drunk Steve asked Phil, who was happily putting his hair into pigtails. "Because I knew you’d look pretty, and I knew you wouldn't object, either," the other guitarist laughed evilly as he finished tying the second bundle of golden locks together, "There, you're all done now." "Cool... I think," Steve tilted his head, staring at himself in the mirror on the wall as footsteps began pounding their way down the stairs. "I think you look pretty, Steve. Pretty, pretty, pretty," Joe giggled as he was flipped off by the pig-tailed guitarist. As this happened, you trampled the stairs in your descent, calling out, “Steve- Steve! Come here!” More than happy to be ripped away from Phil’s pigtailed plans, he let you run up to him as you belted out, “I’ve got an idea...!” He didn’t say anything, but he did let you whisper something in his ear. The second he heard your idea, his eyes lit up and an evil smirk crossed his face. Steve was always in the mood for causing terror. You pulled back and exchanged the same look of understanding with the guitarist. He stared at you with a sort of appreciation, and without another word, swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style now. With a quick smooch to your lips, he began carrying you up the stairs as you giggled with some sort of glee. Phil’s jaw dropped, looking at Joe with astonishment in the process. The singer’s face mirrored the exact same expression. “I should’ve bloody known...” Phil gasped in astonishment, “She’s been eyeing him up real funny all night... I can’t fucking believe it!” Sav came down the stairs slowly, his life depending on the railing as he dragged his hand on it. He left a long streak of blue paint as he did so. “What’s gotten into their pants?” “Each other, apparently,” Joe scoffed, taking a sip of a beer he found, “Lord knows how the hell that happened.” *** You were all sitting back on the couches in the living room, all seemingly regretting the night before (you knew you most certainly were). Everyone knew that the end of Phil’s story was the true ending of the night. Now there was really a dead end to the whole tale. “I can’t believe it,” you whispered with sorrowful acceptance, “Me and Steve...? What happened next?” Joe scoffed, “Well that’s kind of a stupid question.” “That’s where it ends, Y/N. I went up to bed afterwards, only to hear-“ Phil cleared his throat to impersonate you and Steve, “‘Oh, Steve! Yes!’ coming from my room! So after an immense helping of disapproval, I slept in Rick’s room.” “No, no, that can’t be it!” you insisted, “Guys, what really happened next?” “Can’t say,” Joe mumbled, holding his head. “Sorry, mate,” Rick apologized. Sav remained silent, but looked apologetic. “That can’t be where it ends...!” you persisted, “Sav? Tell me I’m right!” Sav rolled in his lips, and darted his eyes away from you. You continued to stare at him suspiciously, but no one else thought anything of it. Phil tried to finalize your fate sympathetically, “Give it up, Y/N, at least it’s all over now.” “But it still happened! What am I gonna say to Steve when he wakes up? You know what- no. It didn’t happen, I refuse to believe that it did.” “How much more proof do you want?” Rick shrugged, pointing at Phil and Sav, trying to make you face the terrible truth, “They both heard ya, and Steve even gave you a hickey.” You hung your head, thinking you might just decide to cry out of shame. Yes, you loved Steve, just as you loved anyone else in the band, but you never had (or planned to have) any sort of sexual relationship with them. Even if you ever did, you were afraid it would ruin everything your friendship had stood for. “Sav, what’s wrong, mate?” Joe asked out of the blue. The bassist in question was still avoiding the conversation, staying eerily silent and weaving his hands together. At this point, you noticed that he was also blushing. “That wasn’t Steve.” he stated bluntly, still not looking at you. “What wasn’t Steve?” you asked as you stared at him dead on, your heart now pounding. “That hickey... that wasn’t Steve,” he paused, “That was me.” Immediately you gasped and slapped a hand over the mark on your neck. “What?!” the other three exclaimed. Joe and Rick immediately hissed at the searing pain their outbursts caused. “Sav, what the hell?!” you scolded him, finally happy that you weren’t the only one being called out for their mistakes. “Now before you say anything else,” he finally looked at you and held up a hand, “It was your idea.” Your face fell, softly asking him, “What do you mean?” “Well, after you and Steve-you know- and only Joe and I were downstairs, you actually came back down, too- wipe that smug look off your face, Joe. You’re not entirely innocent here, either.” *** You stumbled down the stairs, giggling to yourself. Your mission was now accomplished, and Steve was asleep upstairs. In a word, you were pleased. In two words, you were still drunk. Records were still being played when you returned to the living room, and Joe currently had his copy of Sheer Heart Attack on the turntable. “She Makes Me (Stormtrooper In Stilettos)”flowed softly from its speakers. “There’s our killer queen!” Joe cooed to you happily. He was now sprawled out on the couch, two empty beer bottles on the floor beside him. Sav wasn’t too far off. The paints on his hands were now dry, and he was reclined in a chair across the room, twiddling a bottle in his hand. They both looked ready for bed, and it made you wonder how they held out for this long. The singer slurred on with an interested smirk, “You two have fun?" Sav spoke up with a scoff-like laugh, “Sure sounded like it!" “Oh, you know it,” you gave them a wink, setting yourself down on the couch next to Joe, “Guess Phil finally ditched, huh?” “Yeah, the wanker went to bed- but you’ve lost your pants!” he gestured to your black underwear, made room for you to lay down with him, and took you in his arms like a teddy bear with a sigh of appeasement. You reached back and playfully poked at Joe’s dimple, “Steve's fault." “Well, that’s no good,” Sav objected, pushing the footrest of the chair in and returning to a sitting position. “What isn’t?” Joe asked him, "Steve gettin' into it with her?" “No, that cuddlin' you're doing- it’s boring. You stay like that, you’ll fall asleep on me!” He was certainly right about this. With you in Joe’s arms and his face nuzzling into your hair like some sort of animal, he was already falling asleep. “What do you want us to do?” you chuckled, thinking that Sav was only jealous of his friend. Joe mumbled happily into your hair, “How 'bout you just do me like Steve, and we’ll be good.” At this point, you noticed the feeling of something pressing lightly against the bottom of your back; a certain weight where Joe’s hips were, and a weight that wasn’t there at first. “Joe,” you whined at him, “You’re fucking gross.” He chuckled, then slowly moved his hips to lightly rub himself against you, a low quiet moan rising in his throat from the temporary pleasure it provided. “Ah- Joe!” you protested again, reaching back and hitting him as best as you could. You wiggled out of his embrace as he burst into giggles like he had just accomplished something. Sav, on the other hand, cringed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re even hornier than when you’re sober!” you grabbed a pillow and whacked Joe with it. “You’re one to talk! You just shagged Steve!” he smirked evilly, "Why not me?" “Ha! The only way I’ll do you is by some miracle, or at least a dare,” you threw yourself onto the other couch, picking up a nearly empty beer bottle and pouring whatever was left into your mouth. Sav’s eyes finally lit up, “That’s what we oughta do- truth or dare!” “Ooh, sounds like terrible fun,” you turned yourself so you were sitting upside-down on the couch, “Sav, truth or dare?” “How come he gets to go first?” asked Joe, “I wanna get down to business!” “Dare,” Sav declared, ignoring the singer’s objections. Immediately, your intoxicated mind thought of a scheme. Despite the plan you and Steve had executed ever so perfectly, you were still a child seeking more terror. You knew Joe wanted you, and it was no secret either, so how exactly would you use Sav to reign terror over him? You wanted something to rub in Joe’s face- something that would leave a mark on him. “I dare you to-" you clumsily pointed to your neck, "Gimme a hickey.” Joe's jaw dropped with offense and jealousy; exactly as you had expected. Sav began to laugh rather loudly at the request, and stood up, now understanding your true intention of making Joe jealous. “C’mere,” he motioned with his hand. More than happy to obey the command, you strutted over to him and paused, waiting for him to make the first move. He took a step so your bodies were practically pressing together, moved your hair out of the way on your neck, and dove right in. You smiled with glee, taking in the feeling of Sav’s mouth and tongue moving over your skin (as well as Joe’s groans of protest coming from a few feet away). As the bassist sucked on your neck without hesitation, it only made you think of one thing: “Wow, there’s definitely gonna be a mark after this.” *** Rick and Phil were staring at Sav with their mouths open in shock. You kept a hand over the mark he left on your neck to prevent everyone from looking any more than they already had. “So, wait, if it was you who gave me this, why didn’t you say anything before when we said it was Steve?” you asked Sav, more suspicious than outraged now. “I- ah, didn’t... wanna say anything...” he looked away, beginning to blush again, “I guess I was too embarrassed." “I think the only person who should be embarrassed is you, Joe,” Rick turned his attention back to the singer, “You fuckin dry humped her!” Joe exclaimed in his own defense, “Yeah, and I don’t even remember it! It’s not my fault- I was drunk and horny!” “See! Just like me and Steve! I don’t remember shagging him, either! So I guess we’re even.” “Even Stephen,” Phil scoffed. You slumped into the couch more, staring blankly ahead and realizing, “So I pretty much got to second base with all of you last night...?” “I think you made it all the way home with Steve,” Rick pointed out. “Thanks, Rick,” you kept your head hung, “I feel like a slut.” “You mean you’re not?” Phil joked, only to be hit in the arm by Sav.

Just then, you all heard the sound of movement upstairs. Your heart stopped and your blood ran cold; Steve was awake now. Everyone's jaws hit the floor, and for a second, you thought they were all afraid of what you were fearing. "He's awake..." Rick announced in a sing-song voice, teasing you. “Oh no...” you gasped quietly, “Oh no, oh no! Oh god, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna say to him?!” “Hate to break it to ya, but this isn’t necessarily our problem!” Joe shrugged in a panic, hearing Steve’s footsteps get closer. “But guys! You’ve gotta help me! You’re his best friends! What should I say to him?!” “Just act like it didn’t happen! Maybe he doesn’t remember-?” Sav proposed. Rick suggested, “Just straight up ask him if he remembers anything!” “Just get out of here!” Phil made a swatting motion towards the other room. “None of those are gonna do me any good! It still happened!” you yelled at them in a whisper, “I have to live that with that fact, even if neither of us have any memory of it to live with!” It was too late for any salvation; Steve was already at the top of the stairs. The band members held their breath, and- without words or warning- all scrambled out of the living room. “No!” you whispered, “Guys- wait!” You caught Rick by the wrist when he stood up. “Rick, c’mon, please don’t leave me here!” you begged. He yanked out of your grip and apologetically condemned you, “Sorry, Y/N, but this is your business.” As the four of them retreated, you tried to bolt after them. As soon as you hit the doorway, however, Phil turned around and pushed you back on the couch nearby as slowly as he could. It was so sudden that you were on your back before you knew it, and they were all gone. “Hey!” you called out after them, “Assholes!” Steve’s voice suddenly came to your ears (rather closely, too), “What’s their problem?” You jumped, “Ah- Steve!” He had a silent step, and made it down the stairs and across the room without making a sound. He also looked just as he did a little while ago when you first woke up; scraggly hair, lipstick stains all over his face, but no visible evidence of a hangover. “Hey, wow,” you forced an awkward chuckle at him, “Nice- uh, nice- lipstick...” Steve slumped down onto a chair and grumbled, “Thanks. Who even did this to me? Doesn’t look like it was you.” “That was, that was Rick- I’m assuming... I don’t remember that happening and I don’t think he does, either. He’s still got the lipstick on, too.” He played off the remark with a tired smile, “Oh, nice... last night really was something, wasn’t it?” Heat rushed to your face, and you tried to look away without being conspicuous. “Ha ha... yeah... really something!” you faked your amusement for him, now wondering if he was implying anything about the previous night. Steve leaned forward and asked, “Do you remember Sav and the paint? That was pretty funny, wasn’t it?” Still blushing, you darted your eyes around the room and nodded in agreement, “Mm hmm, yeah... he was like a toddler or something.” He sunk back into the chair again and closed his eyes, reminiscing about the events of the previous night. For a second you thought you were in the clear, and that maybe he didn’t remember the specific event that Phil and Sav did.

That illusion was shattered when his eyes snapped open, whispering “Wait a minute”, and sitting back up. Immediately, your heart dropped into your stomach.

“How did our plan go?” he questioned quietly, figuring that the others were still somewhere nearby and listening. “P-plan?” you stuttered, partially afraid of what he meant, but partially caught off guard, “What plan?” “You know-” he whispered again, thinking you remembered, “It was your idea. Did they believe it? We were convincing enough?" You darted your eyes down to the floor, confused, but also embarrassed. 'Convincing'? What did that mean? "Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t remember!” he smiled playfully. As you stared at him with fearful confusion in your eyes and redness on your cheeks, his smile was suddenly wiped away. He muttered under his breath as his face fell, "Oh... you don't remember... bloody hell, okay, this is gonna be hard to explain..." "Then explain it, because I'm really fucking confused..." your voice wavered with a sarcastic chuckle. Steve sighed and leaned forward, slowly weaving his hands together. He didn't know where to begin. "This is one of the few things I remember from last night..." he started off, "And there's no way to make this sound... good... in any way, but you came up with the idea of us pretending to shag- like making noises and shit like that- to trick the others into thinking we really did. For some reason I thought it was a great idea, and I'm pretty sure I carried you upstairs, too.” Instantly, a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. It wasn't real; you didn't shag Steve, and he could even tell the guys himself! You blew out a big sigh of relief, and slumped back into the couch, closing your eyes. "Oh, god," you slowly panted, "What a huge relief- I suppose we were really convincing, then." "Why d'you say that?" You laughed tiredly, now feeling rather thankful for your raging hangover, "The guys are all convinced that we fucked last night. Only Phil and Sav seem to remember it, though. They've been hounding me about it all morning. I kept telling them it couldn't be true- and I was right!" "What, would it be so bad if we actually did?" he teased you in a hushed voice. "Well, I've had to live my day so far under the impression it did happen. I was teased, ridiculed, embarrassed, and felt guilty about it. I was afraid it'd ruin our friendship if it was true... I was kinda hoping you didn't remember so we could just forget..." The red in your face returned all over again. Steve, however, didn't seem bothered. "If you really want to, we can keep pretending it happened and steer into the act; give em' what they want." "What? No!" you laughed out loud, standing up, "You're crazy, Clark! I think I better go tell the others the bad news. They'll be disappointed-ha!" You walked across the room to go find the others and disclose unto them the "bad news", giving Steve a pat on the shoulder when you passed him. Once you were gone and out of sight, Steve also blew out a big sigh of relief. "She didn't remember anything," he thought to himself, "That was a close one." While he knew you two didn't go all the way the previous night, he figured if you didn't remember it, then it was for the best you didn't find out. It was nothing serious; just a bit of fooling around, really. Just a bit of drunked-up teasing, and nothing more. The guys had no proof that anything actually happened between you two, and you were about to tell them the partial truth anyway, so why say something to reignite the suspicion? After all, they were all hungover to begin with, so there wasn't much memory of the whole affair, either. "Thank god for these hangovers,"Steve thought, "Thank god. I couldnt've asked for anything more." ~Epilogue~ When you got to the top of the stairs, Steve put you on your feet and spun you around. "You ready?" he whispered, childish excitement in his voice. You nodded with equal excitement, "Take me away, Clark." The two of you began eagerly walking hand-in-hand to whatever room you pleased, but before either of you had the chance to pick one, the bathroom door opened, Rick popped his head out and commanded, "Stop right there!" Both you and Steve froze and looked at him. He still had his lipstick and his suit on, and a kind of serious look overtaking his face. A finger was kept in a pointing position at you, a few large pieces of cardboard were underneath his other arm, and he slowly took steps down the hall to meet you. Neither of you moved, but both of you waited. When Rick got to you, he didn't say a word, but did take Steve's face in his hands (dropping the cardboard in the process), and proceeded to the kiss the man all over his face.

Steve remained silent, and let Rick have his way until he decided to stop. When he did, there were several lipstick stains on various parts of the blonde's face.

"Thanks, mate," Steve muttered sarcastically as Rick kicked some of the cardboard pieces in different directions. He then stepped on two of them, trying to slide down the hall on them as if they were ice skates. When he got back to the bathroom, he went back inside and shut the door again.

Without another word, you turned Steve's face toward you, gave him a peck on the cheek as Rick had done, and kicked open the door behind you (which just so happened to be Phil's bedroom). You both fell back into the room, giggling with makeshift lust in your eyes.

After all, you had to make this authentic, right?

#def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard x reader fanfic #def leppard x reader #steve clark #phil collen #rick savage #rick allen #joe elliott #original content #i'm still proud of this ngl #it was hard tying up the loose ends but i had a LOT of fun writing this throughout 2018

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT AF!!!!!!

I sighed having finished all my filming for today and luckily I had a day off tomorrow so I got my costume and my make up off heading to the little mini bus to take me back to the hotel, my bones aching and my head throbbing from the busy day.

"Hey you, good job today" a voice said making me look as someone else climbed in and sat beside me

"Hi Thomas" I smiled trying to hide my blush as I was still not used to being around him yet

"Hey, you tried?"

"Yeah"

"It never gets easier hun" he laughs "want one?" He Asks offering his little ciggerette box full of ones he has already rolled

"No thanks"

"Alright, you heading back for dinner?" He asks as the bus began heading off towards our hotel

"Yeah probably just going to eat in my room and get an early night"

"Awww your really that tried?" He laughs "hey how about you come down and have dinner with me?"

"No it's okay thanks Thomas"

"Alright, hey if you're really tried and you really ache after today, can I give you some advice?"

"Sure"

"Hot tub"

"What?"

"Most of not all hotels we stay in have hot tubs go down the spa and chill out after a long day, you can even sit in them with a nice glass of wine" he explained

"It's the spa and stuff closed this time of day?"

"If you ask them really nicely they'll open it up for you" he winked "I'd you want I could go down first and make them open it up for us"

"I'll think about it"

"Alright, well we both have a day off tomorrow anyway so, I'll see you around" he says as we stopped at the hotel he gave my cheek a kiss before getting out and going inside. I took my things and headed up to my hotel room having some dinner and watching tv my body did ache and I didn't feel like climbing into the little bath tub in my bathroom so I got my little bathing suit and a towel slipping on my little dress heading down to the spa, I heard the sounds of water inside so I went in even if the lights where off but the ones inside the pools and hot tub. Longers all around the room and the sound of the buseling bubbles going in the hot tub and I saw someone in there

"Ohh I'm sorry-" I began

"Ohh hey you" Thomas smiled at me

"Hi" I smiled blushing hard

"You coming in?" He asks

"Sure" I nodded slipping my dress off leaving it on one of the loungers with my towel, I felt eyes burning into my skin as I did. I went over his face illustrated from the lights in the water below the bubbles around his slender frame some fabric beside the tub I could only assume to be his shirt his hair a little wet on the tips where he clearly hadn't actually swam or anything yet. I climbed in across him him trying to put as much distance between us as I could my body relaxing instantly in the warm cosy bubbles. I could feel his eyes on me as I sat there relaxing

"Hey you… wanna come over here and adjust the bubbles or anything?" He suggested fiddling with the controls a little

"I'm good Thomas"

"You wanna… come over here and warm up a little?" He suggested

"I'm okay, thank you"

"Come on, just come over here you look so lonely over there" he says so I giggled a little and moved around to sit beside him and instantly I felt his arm wrap around me "there, that's better isn't it?" He smirked

"I guess so" I nodded still bright red

"Why are you so nervous around me?"

"I don't know,"

"I'm just a person y/n. No better or worse the you, you don't have to get all blushy and nervous around me" he explained "still I do think it's adorable" he smiled but before I could even process his words me moved tightening his arm around me and kissing my lips I instantly pulled back moving putting a little distance between us "what's wrong?" He asked seeming confused

"Mr Sangster you have a girlfriend!" I yelped still trying to move away but I noticed whenever I moved he moved gown we where in a circular hot tub it's not exactly like I had alot of places to run

"Well… my girlfriend isn't here" he smirked grabbing my waist and tickling me

"Noo Thomas stop" I managed to get out between my giggles from his tickling of my bare skin kicking my feet a little still trying to move away now mostly from his tickling but between his tickling just as I was about to say something else I felt his hand leave my waist and without a second between his hand pinched my butt "ahh! Thomas!" I yelled pushing him away and hiding up the other end of the hot tub

"Aww your adorable when you get all flustered" he smirked moving closer to me playing with my hair "come on, I just wanna have a little fun" he says sitting beside me and keeping an arm around me

"Like what?"

"Like maybe you could give me a hand with something" he says taking my hand giving it a kiss and moving it under the bubbles instantly I knew what was going on as he smirked at me and my hand met his stiff hard erection,

"You where naked in here!"

"No rule that says I can't be"

"What- what where you doing before I got here?"

"Humm what do you think I was doing?" He smirked gently moving his hand and my own "ummm you've been teasing me for a week. How am I meant to be expected to contain myself looking at you in a sexy little swimsuit" he smirked I moved my hand away but he pulled me tight against him "come on, why don't we have a little fun?" He smirked

"Like?"

"Like… how about you show me what you where up to last night?"

"What?"

"Late last night, when I was sat in bed listening to those… gasps and groans thought the wall" he smirked and I panicked "ohh come on like you don't listen to me?"

"No I uhh no I don't"

"You dirty little liar' he smirked I tried moving away but any time I did he grabbed me again grabbing my boobs, my butt anything he could get his hands on. Even if I kept pushing him off

"Hands too yourself" I told him

"Like your not begging for it?" He whispered pulling me tighly against him so I had no escape from him as he kissed down my neck leaving a hiki on my throat "go on then, get out? Go back to your room? Nothing stopping you?" He suggested "except of course that slutty little pussy begging to be fucked already" he smirked grabbing my pussy thought my swimsuit bottoms rubbing his thumb on my clit

"Thomas!" I said in shock

"What? Awww it's okay baby, I like how slutty and desperate your little pussy is" he smirked "so? You wanna sit on a jet till you cum or would you rather just bounce on my hard cock?" He growled

"Thomas I uhh I think I should go back-" I began trying to move away

"Ohh come on we where just starting to having fun" he smirked pulling me close again "how about if I do this?" He smirked and before I could react he had the top of my bikini in his hand I screamed and covered myself with my hands but that only made him look more as he held my bikini top moving away till he sat back in the edge again "you want it?" He smirked "then go get it baby" he winked throwing my top completely across the room

"Thomas give me my top back" I whine

"Why? You look so much more beautiful this way" he smirked pulling my hands away so he could see my bare breasts moving slightly from the bubbles "uughhhmmm so beautiful, maybe I should fuck these instead" he smirked grabbing my breasts tenderly fondling them in his hands, squeezing and groping them as he pulled me ever close to him till my breasts where against his chest "you've been teasing me so badly baby, come on. Let me fuck your cunt. I'll make you cum, I promise" he smirked "come on don't you crave me beautiful?" He whispered and I felt.my whole body shiver with those words "awww I felt your pussy react that time. You like what I talk dirty to you?" He smirked slapping my arse "now, get these off we can really have some fun" he smirked pulling my bikini bottoms and letting them go again causing them to snap on my butt

"Thomas I dont know" I blushed

"Aww come on, really? Your still shy? Even with your tits out? Alright fine. I can work with that" he smirked pushing my buttons off and throwing them in the general direction of my top and before I could say another word he forced himself inside me instantly I grabbed hold of him feeling him so big inside me stretching me out to his size "ummm so tight and wet baby. Maybe that's what you like? Not getting a choice? Having a big strong man do it all for you, so all my pretty baby's gonna do is look sexy and get pleasure?" He smirked "well don't scream too loud don't want someone to find us now so we?" He smirked holding my hips and moving me ontop of him as he lustfully kissed my lips to keep me quiet, I did my best not to screen but it was impossible he went from tip to hilt over and over giving me no second of rest, his speed mercilous like he didn't care about me at all, I was just a toy to be used, just a pussy for him to fuck to get his frustration out I was lost in my own little world feeling him inside me and him kissing me so attentively the warm bubbles around us the splashing of the water as I moved, when suddenly he bit my bottom lip and suddenly stopped his hips jerking in odd uncontrollable out of rythum ways burring himself deeper inside me then anyone had before, as I felt him fill me up and hold me tightly "fuck baby" he smirked gasping for breath "ummm your pussy feels so good, I wanna fuck it forever" he smirked rubbing in my clit "my little baby wanna cum too? Or should I make you wait till tomorrow night and fuck you all over again?" He suggested

"I'm okay" I nodded in shock and in exaughtion. I moved away and climbed out doing my best to hide myself grabbing my towel to wrap around me while I went looking in the dark spa for my bikini

"Hey? Baby?" Thomas asked making me turn to see him now stood not far from me completely naked making me turn away again "what a little help?"

"Sure you know where you threw it" I explain

"I did mean with your bikini baby" he smirked wrapping his arms around me I went to move away but he kept hold of my towel making me squeal as I moved away now completely naked infront of him "ummm you look even better out the water" he smirked forcing me down in one of the loungers to lay down in the reclined chair I went to move his hands away but he slapped them away getting on his knees and forcing my legs as open as they could go "uhhh fuck! Your pussy looks so beautiful" he growled before burring his head between my legs his hands keeping my legs apart and kissing my clit and pussy, his tongue rubbing all the spots that made me squeal experimenting a few times to see what made me scream more

"Uhh Thomas!" I gasped trying to push him away but he wouldn't have it any time I tried he would suck in my clit giving me no escape from the pleasure

"Come on baby. Cum for me" he growled between kisses

"Thomas stop please I'm gonna-" I begged

"Umm cum for me baby, cum against my face you horny sexy dirty little slut" he growled sucking hard in my clit as as he did my orgasum erupted out of me like a firework screaming loudly squirting and clamping my thighs around his head he moved back leaving me laid naked against the lounger covered in my own jucies and what had leaked from where he came inside me earlier my legs wide no strength to move them gasping for breath trying to calm down "ummm fuck it come here!" He growled getting on top of my body forcing himself inside again holding my thighs almost trying to wrap athens around himself but like he didn't even have time to do that, the second he was inside me his rappid mercilous pass began all over again and in my post orgasmic state it was sending me to another planet screaming, moaning, not caring who would hear us "ughhh fuck! Your so wet! Your dripping for me baby, come on, scream, cum around my cock you little slut," he smirked "let me cum inside your little whore of a cunt twice tonight" he smirked slapping my arse getting faster and faster which somehow tipped me into my second meer moment from my last

"aahhhh!! Thomas!" I screamed pulling him to kiss me, tightening myself around him which got him there too holding my thighs high to burry his cock as deep inside me as humanly possible filling me again so much the moment he pulled out half his second load leaked out onto the lounger

"Fuck… y/n your amazing baby" he smirked getting up fixing his hair a little and slipping his swimming trunks on "see you tomorrow y/n, your room" he winked "I wanna do that again" he smirked giving me a kiss before he took his things and went back to his hotel room.

Leaving me naked and exposed against the lounger covered in our jucies in my own little world my body in a whole other state of relaxed.

#tbs #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster smut #thomas #thomas sangster x reader #thomasbrodiesangster #thomassangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut

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tsukiyadori · 4 years ago

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Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Cannot Reach you) Prototype Chapter 1 Manga Translation

Kimi ni wa Todokanai or I Cannot Reach You as published by YenPress in English territories started off as a manga short and then a mini-series next to a whole bunch of illustrations, 4-koma strips and scribbles on Twitter 2018, before they became the base of the officially serialized version starting later the same year.

There are 8 prototype chapters which very roughly align up to chapter 11 in volume 2 of the official version. The official version vastly expands the material and later on there are also more considerable changes than just the expansion.

The Twitter material can still be found on Mika-sensei's Twitter account https://twitter.com/mika_nist as well as bulk collected on pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/21119667

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Chapter 1:

Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/69350711 Twitter: https://twitter.com/mika_nist/status/984770611292471297

Note: Several lines of this chapter are identical to the serialized official version (and thus the English publication). I have read the Japanese versions before reading the official English translation, but this translation has been made afterwards. I still made them on my own (and with no heed to editing relevant things such as bubble adequate shortness), so there will be differences in phrasings. (Note 2: There are also several lines that are indeed not identical to the serialized official version, hence not all differences are due to my choice of words.)

Title Page:

Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Cannot Reach You) @mika_nist

Page 1: Sign: Yamato Yamato: Erm, in this case you first use the cosinus rule to the the value of one angle... Sign: Kakeru Kakeru: Yamato What's the cosinus rule again?

Yamato: ... You just used that one.

Kakeru (narrative): Yamato and I are childhood friends

Text line: Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Cannot Reach You)

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Kakeru (narrative): Yamato has good grades and his outer appearance is, as you can see, quite cool (I think)

Just, if there was anything scratching on his flawlessness it would be his always surly looking face and that he hasn't got much of any friends beyond me. Talking grades I'm even below average and my physics are also very ordinary. The same goes for my outer looks. No matter how much the childhood friends card may be Yamato is a good guy to still hang out with someone on such a different level.

Yamato: Now use the sinus rule for the radius of the circumscribed circle... Kakeru: Sinus rule? The one from before? Yamato: That was the cosinus rule

Kakeru (narrative): By the way, he's helping me out on my make up extra class right now.

Kakeru: Even though it would do him good to get some more friends... That's to say, if he wanted he could have any number of friends or girlfriends...

Yamato: Are you listening?

Kakeru: Ah!

sfx: Hmmm

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Kakeru: That reminds me, is it true that Fujiwara from Class 4 confessed to you? Yamato: Kakeru, you're in the middle of an extra class? Kakeru: Ah, yes... Yamato: Is that of relevance right now? Kakeru: Ah... I'm sorry...

Kakeru: Well, true, it isn't any of my business.... Yamato: I turned her down. I haven't even talked to her before. Kakeru: Ah, I see...

EH?! Why?! Fujiwara is a beautiful girl, what a waste! Yamato: Would you date somebody just because of a good face? Also, you miscalculated here. Kakeru: Eeh, ah, sorry...

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Kakeru: I see... But when I thought that somebody other than me understood your good points I was pretty happy as your childhood friend Yamato: ..... There is already you there Kakeru.

Kakeru: Oh no, after all things said and done, I'm just a childhood friend As far as I am concerned, I'd like you make more friends or get a girlfriend or something after all.

That's why I want to help you out, so...

I was wondering do you have somebody you like?

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Kakeru: ... Ah

S-sorry, I don't mean you to tell me if you don't want to.

No matter how much we are childhood friends that doesn't mean you have to talk about things like these! It's just that you never talked about these things before, so I got a bit curious... Well, more importantly, back to the extra class...

Yamato: ... Kakeru Page 6:

Kakeru: ....... sfx: ?

.... ... yes?

What is it?

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Yamato: .... Kakeru sfx: slump

Kakeru: Aye? sfx: ?

Yamato: ... Kakeru Kakeru: Y-Yeah? Yamato: ...Ka... Kakeru Kakeru: Like I said, what is it? sfx: ? ? ? ?

Yamato: ... Kakeru... Kakeru: And. I'm. Asking. What is it? What's wrong all of sudden with you, Yamato?

Yamato: ....... .....

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Sorry, I need to go to my part time job now. So I'm leaving before you. sfx: clatter Kakeru: Ohh, it's already this late? Thank for today! See you tommorow~

sfx: thud thud thud

Yamato: ..... That's how it works out, does it... sfx: sigh

sfx: scribble scribble scribble scribble scribble scribble...

Kakeru: .... sfx: shake shake shake Th--

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That gave me a start...!!! sfx: ?! ?! ?!

T-t-t-t-that guy!!! Saying things so misleadingly...!!

For a moment I totally got the wrong idea...!! I'll give him a punch...!!

No, no, no, no, no way, no way, no way, no way, out of the question

This is about Yamato, so that's absolutely impossible!!

.......

It can't be...

The End

Post Chapter Scribble:

https://twitter.com/mika_nist/status/986902521712029696

Tweet Text: I haven't really thought about a continuation, so this is not a really thought out picture (I'm sorry...)

Image:

Kakeru: Yamato, What's wrong? sfx: pat pat Yamato: .............. Sign: Happy

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Trivia: When Yamato talks about the cosinus and sinus rules he uses their proper kanji. When Kakeru is mentioning them they are written in hiragana. The effect is roughly how a child would repeat some phonetics of a difficult word an adult uses without having any clue what it means.

Translation time: 95 minutes (incl. 20 for proofreading typos/ formatting brush up)

#manga #translation #english translation #kimi ni wa todokanai #i cannot reach you #mika

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werewolfashton · 3 years ago

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I am going to bed everyone I swear I promise I just. I gotta know. Tell me what you think about mermaids and fairies how real could they be what versions do you like best in stories if you were either what color tail wings kind of magic would you have where would you live what would you eat who would your animal companions be imagine I am saying this all in one big breath okay goodnight!!!!!

THIS ASK!! I'M!! this is my shit honestly the only thing that would get me as hyped are vampires probably (that's a straight up lie any form of fantasy gets me this way)

MERMAIDS listen. i grew up on h2o plötzlich meerjungfrau i would give anything to be a mermaid. and like how much of the ocean have humans actually explored? 20%? i'm unsure but i remember it's a scarily low percentage. there is an actual chance mermais exist and that is the hill i chose to die on

like these fuckers exist

but not mermaids. really. sus. very sus if you ask me.

which version do i like best in stories. oh god. this is to much. honestly any. i do love sirens and i'm still sad they didn't get odysseus' ass but also there's this book called the mermaid by christina henry and it's lovely and then there's obviously the little mermaid and that fairytale is so fucking wonderful i love it

if i could be a mermaid. fuck okay i would honestly fucking love to be a deep sea mermaid so: look absolutely wild, dark black tail and ohhhh scales!! the whole shebang really. loooooong hair. fangs? i didn't find a good picture but i did find this moodboard that i like:

what are nice deep sea creatures i can befriend. okay looked some up and i would like a frilled shark bestie. actually i already have a stuffed shark that i use as a pillow his name is percy so this fits well. otherwise i'd be absolutely happy to be a siren and lure sailors to their deaths i think i deserve to be a little evil

FAIRIES dude. i'm so into fae lore. this opposite to my mermaid obsession is a fairly new thing like only the last couple of years. i'm most familiar with how cassandra clare wrote them and i'm really into that but i did also read a book recently called the little people and it was so nice wait i'll add pic of it too

it's lovely it has lots of illustrations and a short overview over most kinds of fairies (though it is not very detailed it's still pretty cute). and like generally i love celtic stuff so that mythology and lore is really interesting to me but i also love the greek stuff like nymphs, dryads are amaying.

god there are so many different kinds of fae but i think i like anything water-y most? like either nixie or ohh an asrai. okay yes i would like to be an asrai let me add info from the book

like yes i want my own lake and worship the moon thank you very much

also i pretty please want to know exactly what you think about all of this and what you'd like to look like and everything please tell me

#ask #cringeycal #i had so much fun with this #sorry it took me over a day i needed to really think about it #and i didn't have time to sit down yesterday and do this #gonna dream about being a deep sea mermaid now #god i bet it's cold in the deep sea #it's not cold here let me tell you

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SPN 15.02 “Raising Hell” - TippiTV Recap

Welcome to the recap of episode 2 of the final season! As with the first episode, I will be providing descriptions of graphics I would have made if I didn't have a shitty pain-wracked upper body. I tried making graphics with my feet, which feel great, but it was... too artistic...

I didn't want to set such a high bar for myself.

Okay in the intro bit Belphejack describes his warding spell on the town as a mile-wide circle where "ghosts can't get in or out." Now I'm confused because the cemetery from which all the ghosts/demons erupted like a Dr. Pimple Popper compilation video is outside of this circle. Isn’t it? All the evacuees are also outside this circle. What's keeping all the people at the shelter from getting possessed by ghosts that didn't happen to be in the town? Wouldn't it have made more sense to get everyone into the shelter and then make the circle around that? All they've done is created a Venn diagram where the warded circle doesn't touch either the cemetery or the shelter.

[Graphic: just a terrible drawing of the above to illustrate my point.]

Actually screw it I need to make this graphic.

Or wait... Are they saying this bustling town AND the cemetery fill up a space of only 1 mile and are warded together?

And that somehow the majority of ghosts are in this area for some reason and that they hadn't managed to go much further than that after they were freed?

OH MY GOD WHY AM I THINKING SO HARD ABOUT THIS?

Anyway we now move to the present day, which seems to be soon after the evacuation. I'm actually slightly pleasantly surprised that they picked up here instead of moving on to the other three billion ghosts that need dealing with.

A woman sneaks around the supposedly deserted town, covering her nose and mouth with a scarf. Ah right... the "benzene." I actually did live through a few benzene leaks and you can smell it. The CDC describes it has smelling something like gasoline but to me it smells like... a certain kind of bandaging. Medcinal and rubbery. It seems unlikely that nobody in this town would know this and point out that there's zero benzene smell in the air. The woman runs into her neighbor, who's acting like a stone cold weirdo. She's wary but keeps chatting right up until the moment he stabs her a bunch of times.

A ghost pops out of him. He somewhat resembles the prophet who lost his soul so I was mildly confused for a moment. Also throughout this whole episode it's like he can't decide what his accent is and it's very annoying. Hell, he goes through like three accents just spelling the word "disembowel" here. Because the neighbor lady had been chatting about spelling bees.

At the high school, Castiel tells Sam about the neighbor lady going missing. For some reason, Sam has trouble getting everyone's attention. Did this town only have forty people in it? The cafeteria isn't remotely full. Sam reminds everyone to stay out of the quarantine zone. "Any questions?" Everyone raises their hands.

Sam's face makes a bunch of faces that can be summed up as "uh oh spaghettios."

Dean and Belph are in town bonding (not really) over being good soldiers who just wanna do their jobs. The mixed-accent ghost tries to make an escape through the warding whe Dean blasts him with rock salt. Belph points out they're not dealing with regular ghosts. "That was Francis Tumblety." Oh no the inventor of Tumblr!

[Graphic: Dashcon as Hell]

Turns out Francis is more famously known as Jack the Ripper. When Belph explains this Dean is like, "Cool," which seems like a weird reaction for him to have. Also wouldn't the soul of someone as bad as Jack the Ripper have become demonic by now?

High school shelter. They picked a really weird building for their exterior shots. It looks like a cross between an Alpine chalet and a city hall. Some of the antsy townsfolk with strong Canadian accents decide to escape back to their Kansan homes.

One of the homes is currently being used as a meeting hall by the ghosts. I cannot overstate how much I hate seeing ghosts in full daylight. The makeup looks straight out of a school play. Like Sam earlier, Francis has some difficulty getting everyone's attention. What kind of parallel is this supposed to be? He gets the other ghosts to agree to mount an attack against the hunters and then they can put on a production of The Importance of Being Earnest and Dead.

Two of the townsfolk sneak back home only to encounter two of the ghosts. They look terrified even though the ghosts look absolutely comical.

[Graphic: Photoshop these two ghosts into a Scooby Doo scene]

Sam and Castiel argue about what and when to tell the evacuees. Rowena walks in on them and acts like she just got a Samstiel idea for Whumptober.

After some exposition about God and his sister and the soul-bomb that Rowena made back then, Sam says he needs her to make something similar that will trap the ghosts. She says it will be very difficult and will take her until nearly the end of the episode.

Then Sam gets called away to join the other plot line. The two people who slipped out of the shelter are now possessed and oozing some CGI out of their eyes. Man, daylight really is unkind to everything except like Jensen Ackles's complexion.

Francis Tumbledore materializes and demands they erase the warding or the ghosts will start killing people. To make his point, the two recently possessed people get their innards turned into Hamburger Helper by the ghosts inside them. Someone offscreen shoots them with a confetti gun!

Ugh. It's that wanker Ketch, which I believe is his full name, and the confetti is actually a bunch of "iron flakes." The flakes just gently tickle the skin instead of penetrating and thus damaging it, which doesn't seem like it would harm ghosts. I mean, we have iron in our blood and that doesn't seem like a deterrent to ghosts but whatever. Even Ketch's dumb pocket square is annoying me. I don't remember why he annoys me but I feel it deep in my soul.

Everyone reconvenes at the school for a stand-n-chat. Rowena and Ketch reminisce and flirt. Oh, Rowena. You can do so much better. Ketch gets around to being surprised to learn that Jack's corpse is now being possessed by the demon Belphegor, even though he's currently on a mission to kill Belphegor. He had to be momentarily ignorant so we could get some clunky exposition. Blah blah blah a demon named Ardat was the one who ordered the hit but neglected to mention what Ketch would be looking for.

Cut to Reno where Amara is in her well-appointed hotel suite getting a temple massage from a masseuse named Kimiko. Kimiko's hands disappear to be replaced by slightly more masculine hands.

Amara sits up, startled and displeased to discover her brother. I don't care if y'all are billions of years old it's gross to show up in your sister's room when she's only wearing a sheet. Also it's rude to smite a masseuse in the middle of an appointment.

"Sooo how about that Game of Thrones ending?" Chuck small-talks. "Pretty great, right?"

[Graphic: Screenshot of my post about Supernatural's showrunner comparing the show's finale to GoT that inexplicably has 35,000 notes]

Amara, naturally, is suspicious of her brother's sudden appearance and wants to know why he's there.

You know, it's too bad Castiel doesn't have that power where he could touch someone on the forehead and make them sleep. Instead of dealing with all these angry evacuees he could just tap them all into a short coma.

Rowena wants Dean to tell her more about Ketch like he's the village matchmaker instead of a guy with three billion evil souls to deal with. He's nice enough to warn her away from him, but it just seems to make her more intrigued.

Time for Dean and Castiel to hash out their feelings. I mean the feelings where Dean is mad at Castiel for not telling everyone about Jack losing his soul, not the feelings where they keep staring at each other like "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel is playing in the background but they can never act on it because they live in a very heteronormative universe. Generally speaking, Dean is also just mad at this whole thing where free will is an illusion and they've been playing God's games. "Nothing about our lives is real."

[Graphic: Screencap of the Scoobynatural episode]

Dean dramatically stalks out of the room while Cas, his back turned like they're in a soap opera, calls out to him. They face each other. "You asked what about all of this was real... we are." Dean doesn't say anything to that and leaves the room heterosexually.

He goes out on patrol with Ketch and gives him an iron necklace to keep from getting possessed. Ketch wants to know more about Rowena.

[Graphic: I mean... can I do something with Dean as Bea Arthur in Fiddler on the Roof?]

Luckily he gets word about trouble down at the ol' abandoned meat-packing plant. Two hunters have gone missing. Ketch gets thrown into a concrete wall in such a way that would kill him or, at the very least, leave him with a spine made of oatmeal. Lizzie Borden aims to kill them, but a new, unseen ghost shouts at her to leave.

Aw, it's Kevin Tran. I like how he moves the plastic doorway strips with his hands instead of just blinking his way into the room. Turns out God sent him to Hell instead of Heaven, but at least it's given him sort of a badass reputation among the other ghosts so that they do what he says. Ohh I bet that gets pissed away pretty soon.

Reno. God is watching something on TV where the CC says "a sexy pastiche of fragrant tripe" which is often the tagline of Buckleming episodes. Amara is trying to get her yoga on but he wants to talk about taking a vacation together. She figures out he needs her for something. She zeroes in on his shoulder wound that mirrors Sam's. "You're not complete," she says. "You're not at full strength."

And this, my friends, is where I began to get this tingling discomfort that made me wonder if Sam is going to become the new God by the finale.

The switch from night to day to night to day is so weird in this episode. Or maybe it always is and for some reason I'm noticing it more. Anyway while Kevin is off doing recon on the other ghosts, Sam and Dean fret about the warding starting to fade. "We're gonna need you to charge it back up," Dean says to Belph. "Sorry guys it was a one-time thing," Belph says. And nobody asks any followup questions like "WHY?"

Belph also says, in regards to Kevin, that the default setting on Heaven is souls can't get in once they've been to Hell. God made exceptions for John and Bobby but he doesn't exactly like the Winchesters anymore. I feel like y'all really ought to talk to Billie about this. Also, doesn't that mean Sam and Dean would never get to go to Heaven? This just lends further credence to a Samgod hypothesis.

Ghost meeting. One of the ghosts logically points out that all they have to do is wait for the warding to fail completely and then just stroll out. Random ghost would be excellent at snarky recapping. But Francis Tumbledry is the Veruca Salt of serial killing ghosts.

[Graphic: Screencap from Willy Wonka where Veruca is saying she wants and Oompa Loompa right now except it's Francis and he wants to break through the warding]

Kevin pops up and tries to act tough but immediately gets found out as a spy.

Rowena and Ketch flirt and make rather strained sexual innuendos for a scene while working on the ghost vacuum. You can't make me transcribe any of it! Luckily she gets called away before anybody's pants come off.

And then she apparently goes, on foot, from the high school to the warded town some five miles away. Either that or she needlessly parks really far away from her destination. Either way, it gives Francis Tumbleforya a chance to intercept her and tell her the ghosts have Kevin. Oh and Ketch gets his ass ambushed.

She meets the Winchesters in the middle of the street to deliver the news. I mean, Kevin is in the same room with the ghosts but how do they "have" him? He could blip away. This was a dorky plan from the start but I guess I relate. I, too, took a lot of AP classes in high school and I can't plan for crap.

The Winchesters meet with Francis. He sticks his hand through Kevin and turns on his heart light.

They let this go on for a weirdly long time instead of pretending to negotiate until Rowena runs into the room. She brandishes a Himalayan salt lamp at the ghosts and shouts, "Capare!" A couple get sucked in but the rest blip away. Only Kevin remains.

Everyone runs off to where the ghosts are planning to attack the warding in a mostly invisible, budget-friendly manner. Ketch shows up, too, but everyone's too busy dreading the imminent breach to notice he's not wearing his iron necklace anymore.

[Graphic: A catalog ad from GOOP dot com selling the iron necklace as a belt to keep your nethers from getting overrun with evil spirits]

He lets Rowena vacuum up a few ghosts before knocking her out. He reveals himself to be Francis Tumbleweed and says he's going to use the crystal as a bomb to knock out the warding because bad guys always talk too much about their plans. Indeed, Dean quickly shoots him in the arm and the crystal goes flying.

Dean catches it and hands it back to Rowena so she can finish Dirt-Deviling the ghosts.

Denouement. Castiel tries to heal Ketch but can't for some reason. Did he get some kind of cooties from trying to heal the godly bullet wound in Sam's shoulder? Is he just tired? Does he just hate Ketch as much as I do? Time will tell.

The Winchesters say their goodbyes to Kevin, who's decided to wander the earth like some kind of phantom Dr. Banner.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33izVlIOgnQ

"I love you guys," Kevin says. They smile at him. Like dang, say you love him too! I mean just give a guy a moment of happiness before he leaves to gradually lose his sense of self and his soul fades to nothing. Also maybe hug him. He's solid-ish.

Man, what a bummer.

In Reno, Amara is saying her goodbyes, too, but in a much sassier and satisfying away. She gets to tell her brother off and wear magenta lip stick. She mentions that he's lost so much power that he can't even leave this world without her help. Oh honey just punt him into Apocalypse World, then. Leave his ass to flounder.

We end with a bunch of ghosts (red glowing nuggets of light) trying to break into the town from the top. But like... why? They have the whole rest of the world. Why are they bothering with this mile-wide circle of real estate? The Winchesters and associates fret about how they're going to stop all the ghosts.

It's a shorter season, so they better hurry...

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starquirk · 4 years ago

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Intructions: Tag ten people you'd like to get to know better!

Thank you for tagging me @bakugous-bad-attitude c: 💚

Name: Shauna! But you can call me Shaun, Shaunie, Star! I don't mind c:

Starsign: Gemini sun and Gemini moon, people who like astrology fucking haTE me 👌

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff 💛

Height: 5'1"... Tiny

Favourite animal: Cats!

Dogs or cats: cATSS

When you made your blog: This one... I think last year, though I've been on tumblr for... I think 6-7 years, through many cringy fandoms.

Why you made your blog: Because my other blog was vld and I was kinda leaving that fandom, so I made myself re-watch bnha to try and get more into it and it workeddd! Then I made this blog c:

Reason for this url: My vld blog is starpaladins soooo I went off that but with something bnha related lmao

What am I wearing: Pajamas, all I've been wearing for 3 months now heheh I don't move

Dream vacation: Probably Japan! Or to go and visit online friends,,, I'm so far away from them

Instruments: I used to want to learn piano but my fingers are way too small to comfortably reach an octave, so now idk any

Celebrity crushes: None!

Random facts: uhhh I have a scar under my chin from when I got accidentally flung off a see-saw by my sister when I was a toddler heheh

What's your job: I don't have one hh

If you could go back to school would you: Yes! I wish I took my illustration course more seriously and actually tried with it, but alas, I'm a lazy shit

A job you had that would surprise people: I've never had a job hh

Do you think aliens are real: of course, but most likely not the sci-fi movie aliens, probably some intelligent life out there, maybe some cool animals

What's your guilty pleasure: uhhhhh idk tbh, I guess I never move but that's not really a pleasure hehehhh

Tattoos: I don't have any, but I want a whole loT

Any phobias: Do not like spiders, the ocean, and I like being in small spaces but if I get stuck in there I will scream

Do you talk to yourself: Every day

What movie(s) do you adore: oHH so many! I loveee animated movies, especially stop frame animation, so all Laika movies are definitely my faves. Plus: the Prince of Egypt, Treasure Planet, Anastasia, yknow those great 2d movies that were made in the late 90s early 00s? V good

The first thing that you remember you wanted to be when you grew up: Author, Zookeeper, Voice actor, Animator. In that order, now idfk

This was fun!! Idk who to tag hxhgxcgvg... If ur reading this and u wanna take part, say that I tagged u, ur all tagged

Also @garnolas c:

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years ago

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Hot Brownie Sundae: PART 1/4

(Aesthetic header courtesy of @rixxy8173571m3w1p3, thank you dearest!!)

I got real carried away with this request, and I feel it requires a bit of an explanation. The whole thing is real long, over 14k words! But you can kind of split it down the middle as a sfw fic and a nsfw fic. So! If you’re only interested in sweet, playful sfw fics with these characters, you can read chapters one and two since they are both clean, and I have tried to end it so it feels satisfactory and can be read as a stand alone story.

BUT! If you wanna read a threesome involving the aphrodisiac trope... read on through chapters three and four too ;)

Without further ado, here is part one! Enjoy :)

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

“I didn't expect to see another Rick here.” I commented as we were waiting in line for the ice cream truck. “Is he…” I trailed off, glancing at Zeta-7 with a look in my eye that I hope told him what I intended to say.

An asshole; is what I was thinking. After all, not many of the Rick's I'd met other than Zeta-7 weren't assholes.

“Is he from this dimension? Yes. This is his original dimension, though he h-hops around a lot, in his truck. He sells ice cream all over the place.” Rick smiled at me, his cute teeth on show and making me smile too. Of course, he hadn't picked up on what I wanted to ask him. “This is actually the reason I brought you to this dimension in particular. I.C and I have known each other for qu-quite a while, his ice cream is the best I've tasted, I wanted to give you the chance to try it.” He added.

Well, if Zeta-7 was friends with this other Rick, I could rest assured that he probably wasn't an asshole.

“I.C?” I questioned.

“Ice Cream Rick, sometimes Rick's give each other nicknames. His is I.C, kind of like how mine is-” he stopped suddenly, looking away awkwardly. I didn't push him to continue, I knew what nickname he'd been given by other Ricks. Instead, I continued for him.

“Zeta-7. Like I sometimes call you around other Ricks.” I said. Rick smiled at me considerately, like he knew my entire thought process and was grateful for my input.

“Yes, kind of like that.” He nodded. He squeezed my hand gently in his, and for a while I'd forgotten we'd been holding hands; it felt so natural at this point I was more inclined to notice when he wasn't holding my hand. I looked down at where our fingers were entwined and made a conscious effort to take note of the sensation; I wouldn't allow something so nice to become mundane.

After a moment we reached the front of the line, the ice cream truck was apparently very popular and so we'd been waiting for a few minutes. Though, it was getting late into the afternoon and the park wasn't as busy as I assumed it would've been a little earlier, so we were the last people in line. The Rick inside turned to us and a grin spread across his face when he noticed who he was looking at.

“Wow, it's been a- long time no see, Doof. How've you been?” He scrubbed his hands on his apron and held one out to him, waiting for a handshake. My eyes immediately flew over to Zeta-7 at the use of that nickname, no matter how affectionately it was uttered, or how big the smile on I.C's face was, I could feel my defensive streak kicking in. Luckily, Zeta-7's smile didn't falter, and he happily reached out to take the other Rick's hand.

“Hey, I.C. I've been doing just- just great! Yourself?” He replied, despite my efforts to control myself, my eyes widened. I had never seen Rick so confident around another version of himself, usually he was quiet, withdrawn, often lost in his own thoughts about who knows what. But now, he was smiling so comfortably, acting like he really was chatting with an old friend. It was a surprise, to say the least. Especially when I.C held onto his hand for so long, anchoring him into extended eye contact that felt so familiar and even a little bit intimate.

“Not too bad. Who's the little lady?” He questioned, his eyes turning to me. He finally let go of Zeta-7's hand, but not without giving it a visible squeeze; I wondered why I thought that was strange. I smiled shyly, suddenly feeling kind of like a third wheel, despite being the one on the date with Zeta-7. I.C held his hand towards me too, and I glanced at it for a moment before tentatively reaching mine to meet it. Expecting a handshake, I was surprised when he went in for a kiss on the knuckles. I blushed like crazy and suppressed a giggle.

“Th-this is my… my good friend, (y/n). I thought it wo-would be nice to bring her for a taste of your ice cream.” Rick introduced me, and I chuckled at his use of the phrase ‘good friend’. Despite me telling him countless times that it was okay to call me his partner, he continually didn't due to fears he'd embarrass me in front of strangers. He had little confidence in himself, years of being the butt of the joke had convinced him that he was an embarrassment to be associated with. It was ridiculous of course.

“Good friend, huh?” I.C cocked a brow and smirked. “I didn't know Doof had a girlfriend, it's nice to meet you.” He grinned at me, and I wasn't surprised that he'd guessed the truth, Ricks were nothing if not observant.

“Oh, that’s-” Rick started, chuckling and glancing at me nervously.

“We've been together for almost a year now, though Rick seems to like keeping it a secret.” I teased, playfully nudging my companion. One glance at I.C showed me the slight falter in his smile, he looked surprised, and I realised that maybe he was joking with his guess, only teasing us.

“It's n-not that I don't w-want people to know…” Zeta-7 said, flushing pink, his expression illustrating his worry.

“I know.” I whispered, squeezing his hand just like he'd done to mine earlier. This seemed to relax him.

“Cute.” I.C commented, his smirk was back but now mischievous, with this strange predatory edge. I couldn't for the life of me work out why that was there, but it was directed at both Zeta-7 and I. I'd seen other Ricks direct that look at me before, but never Zeta-7, so it threw me. “What can I get you?” He asked, swiftly changing the subject and hiding that expression.

“Oh, I have no idea, I haven't even looked at what's available!” I exclaimed in mild embarrassment, looking up at my Rick. “Do you have any recommendations?”

“Hmm, I-I-I am partial to the caramel and honeycomb flavour, that's what I'm going to have.” He replied. I nodded, my mouth already watering at the thought.

“Two cones of that then, please.” I smiled, looking back at I.C who nodded and turned to prepare our ice creams. He tossed a wink my way as he did, injecting more colour into my cheeks.

“I brought the ingredients to make my ovenless brownies, if I make some we can cut up little pieces and pop them on top while they're still warm.” Zeta-7 suggested.

“Ohh, then it'll be all melty and delicious! Heck yes, you really are a genius.” I grinned, bouncing a little on the balls of my feet in excitement. He smiled warmly at me, then glanced around cautiously for a moment before bending down to press a kiss to my forehead when he was sure nobody was looking. He wasn't one for PDA, but it sure made me feel special whenever he did something like that.

“Oh, you're planning on tampering with my ice cream, huh? N-not good enough for you as it is?” I.C said over his shoulder, though there was no hostility in his tone, just playfulness. “I'm wounded.”

“Well maybe you two should go into business together. Ice cream and brownies are a match made in heaven.” I laughed. I.C handed each of us our ice creams as he chuckled. He wiggled his brows and looked to Zeta-7.

“Hear that, Doof? We're a m-match made in heaven.” He teased, his eyelids low. I smiled awkwardly, not knowing quite what to make of that. Rick, however, laughed cheerfully. Was I sensing..?

No. Surely not.

“Maybe that's not such a bad idea, w-we do work well together.” Zeta-7 said, not seeming to pick up any of the flirty vibes that I had. I shrugged it off. “How much do I owe you?”

“On the house for an old friend. Enjoy your date.” I.C insisted, leaning back up from the counter and crossing his arms, signalling that he wouldn't be taking any money.

“Oh, no, I should pay you. I-i-it's the least I could do for my friend.”

“How ‘bout y-y-you just give me some of the brownies you make. That sound like a fair compromise?” I.C suggested. Rick thought for a moment, then finally nodded.

“Okay then. Th-thank you very much.” He beamed.

“Thank you.” I added, nodding at I.C before Rick and I turned to find somewhere to sit.

The two of us found a nice little spot underneath a tree not far from the truck. I held onto Rick's ice cream as he laid out our blanket and pulled out the ingredients he'd brought for his brownies. I took a seat next to him and watched as he prepared them, pouring a vial of liquid into a baking tray. He added a little of this, a little of that. It was always exciting to watch how quickly it all came together.

I noticed that our ice creams were beginning to melt, and one of them was starting to dribble down the side towards my knuckle. Deciding that that one would be mine, I dove in to lick it before it could make a mess. I just so happened to glance towards the ice cream truck as I did, and immediately made eye contact with the other Rick; who was watching us from a distance. I was startled, and quickly put my tongue away, looking back at Zeta-7 in time to see the mixture of chemicals bubble up into a pan of what looked like freshly baked brownies.

“They look and smell so good…” I mumbled, inhaling deeply. Rick began to slice up little pieces for us, cubes small enough to press into our ice creams. He was quiet, a peaceful look on his face as he picked up the pieces one by one, popping them onto each ice cream. It immediately melted the ice cream and each brownie bite sunk into place. When it got too melty Rick chuckled and took his from my hand, quickly licking up the drippy areas. I did the same.

I took a tentative glance back towards the ice cream truck; Rick had his back turned and was no longer watching us.

“So how did you meet him?” I asked Rick, nodding in the truck’s direction.

“A few Ricks on the citadel who were big foodies got together to form… a- a sort of club, I s-suppose you could call it. I went along one day.” The whimsical expression on his face as he recalled the memory was adorable. “He was very kind to me.”

“What about the others?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“N-not so much.” He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. I nodded sympathetically. “But that didn't matter, be-because in the end, I made a friend.” He shrugged, going back to licking his ice cream.

I gnawed on my bottom lip for a while, considering whether I should ask my next question. In the end, I decided I would.

“I can't help but notice he's very… he teases you a lot, and he calls you that name. Does it bother you?” I asked under my breath, even though there was no way I.C could hear from this distance. Zeta-7 looked up at me with wide, surprised eyes and paused for a moment. He looked too cute, with a little ice cream at the corner of his lip and his slightly misaligned eyes peering up at me. I giggled and reached out to swipe the ice cream from his mouth with my thumb.

His face turned beet red when I licked my thumb right after. He looked down at his ice cream.

“Um, no, it- it doesn't bother me. He doesn't do anything maliciously, like the others do… and that name, it's different when he says it. I suppose you could say, i-i-it's a term of endearment.” He chuckled. I watched him eat for a while, noting how at ease he looked, it was clear he was telling the truth.

“I'm glad. I'm relieved to hear that it's not all Rick's that treat you badly.” I told him, turning my attention back to my ice cream. I coaxed a piece of brownie into my mouth and moaned at the combination of warm and cold, the chewy, moist texture of the brownie with the creamy melty ice cream soaked into it… dear God it was incredible. “Rick… I think I've found my new favourite food.” I added, my voice practically a groan. I didn't mean to sound so obscene, it was just that delicious.

“Oh, w-well we can always come back and do this again! I was hoping you'd enjoy it. We will have to tell I.C to try it when we give him his brownies.” He smiled. “His sweet tooth could rival mine, I'm surprised he's not ten times larger than he is.” He laughed, taking a bite of brownie himself. His reaction was much more dignified than mine.

“I always wonder where you Rick's put it all.” I nodded, quirking a brow. Rick simply laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “You know, I appreciate you thinking of me and bringing me here. It makes me smile when you think about what I like and try to accommodate.”

“Is-isn't that what couples do?” He questioned. I thought for a while; yes, that is what couples should do, I thought. But of course, not everyone is as sweet as Zeta-7.

“I don't know about anyone else. But I do know I've never been with anyone so considerate. I'm not saying everyone else has been awful to me.” I chuckled, pausing for a moment. “But they didn't put as much effort into making me happy, as you do. I think I should put more effort in myself, you make me want to be a kinder person, Rick.”

“Oh, oh no you mustn't think that. Y-y-you're far from needing to put in more effort, you're always making me happy. And you're one of- of the kindest people I've met.” He told me, but I couldn't escape the feeling that he was doing so just to make me feel better. Ever the considerate gentleman. I kept my mouth shut, though, and made a mental note to research local gardens. It would be nice to take him somewhere I knew he would enjoy, and if there was one thing I'd learned about Rick, it was that he loved all things nature; especially flowers.

“Still, I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to make your lover as happy as they make you.” I said quietly, noticing his cheeks darken at the use of that one particular word.

“Perhaps you don't realise, then, that that's all I have been try-trying to do. Every time I think of a new place to show you, I do it in the hopes that y-y-you can get a hint of the happiness I feel when I'm with you.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact and turning redder by the second. That was the only evidence I could find of him struggling to say such a thing; despite his shyness and low confidence levels, he was a natural romantic. Though, I was convinced he didn't know it.

“Oh, stop it.” I said playfully, watching his eyes flash up to mine in concern. I gave him a smile to show him I was only joking. “If you're not careful, I might have to kiss you. Right here, right now.” I added, my tone dropping lower, a little flirtatiousness never hurt.

Rick laughed bashfully, fidgeting under my gaze. I reached across to where his hand was resting on the blanket, and I linked our fingers together wordlessly.

We sat there for the remainder of the time it took us to eat our ice cream slash brownie concoctions, and in that time the park had further cleared. The sun was beginning to come down in the sky, turning it a vibrant orange. It was my favourite time of the day, but Rick and I both knew we couldn't stay much longer; the gates to the park would be closing soon.

“Oh, I-I-I must give I.C the rest of these brownies as a thank you. Before I do, w-would you like some more?” Rick asked as he noticed that I.C was cleaning up the truck, getting ready to close for the day.

As tempting as it was to say yes, I shook my head. “No thank you, a moment on the lips, they say.” I laughed, and Rick simply shook his head. I knew he'd take the opportunity to tell me I shouldn't worry about that sort of thing, so I didn't let him. “Tell him thank you from me, he's a very talented man when it comes to the art of ice cream making.”

“Why don't you come with me and t-tell him y-yourself?” He suggested with a smile. My instinct was to say no; why? I wasn't sure. The concept of walking back over to him was making my heart rate skyrocket for unknown reasons. Perhaps it was because he was one of the few Ricks other than Zeta-7 I'd met that I could stand to be around for more than five minutes… and that was for some reason, quite concerning. Perhaps it was because he'd succeeded in making me blush a number of times in the short time I'd been around him. Perhaps it was because I'd always found men with ponytails very handsome.

I didn't want Zeta-7 seeing me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl, lest he get the wrong idea and start feeling insecure. It was already difficult to keep him from overthinking things and assuming he wasn't enough. But if I said no to saying goodbye to one of the few Ricks he was friends with, wouldn't that look bad too?

“Okay. Let's, uh, I'll roll up the blanket and catch up with you.” I suggested, and without missing a beat he offered to help me. I assured him I'd manage putting away our picnic blanket just fine, and he of course apologised for insinuating that I was incapable… I told him that he apologised too much.

“I'm sorry.” He said quietly, and with a playful roll of my eyes I sent him over to I.C. I watched as he crossed the park to meet up with his friend, they were all smiles as he handed over the tray of brownies and I couldn't help but smile too. It was so nice to see him getting along with another Rick, most were so unkind to him.

Pulling my attention from them, I picked up our blanket and shook it free of all stray grass clippings. I folded it and rolled it up before putting it in our picnic bag; I was taking an unnecessary amount of time to do so, putting off going over to them. But there was only so many times I could fold and re-fold the blanket before I had to take the slow stroll back over to where Zeta-7 was still chatting away to I.C.

“Oh, (y/n), y-y-you need to hear what I.C just told me!” Rick exclaimed once he noticed me approaching, waving me over with an excited little flail of his arms. I chuckled at his enthusiasm and turned my smile to I.C when I reached them. He grinned at me, leaning his elbow on the counter, he looked well put together in his pastel pink button up shirt, little bow tie, and his longer-than-most-Ricks hair brushed back into a ponytail. I wondered momentarily if he had a partner, if he had a relationship like Zeta-7 and I's.

“I was jus-just saying, back home I've got a lab where I make all my different ice cream flavours. I-I'm always working on something new, keeping things fresh, you know?” I.C explained, letting his eyes wander up and down my form before meeting my gaze again. It wasn't as much of a leer as I'd experienced with other Rick's, but it was certainly more than casual. Heat rose to my cheeks again.

Damn it.

“An ice cream lab? Ooh, that sounds exciting. Do you have like, loads of different tasty ingredients all lined up on a shelf, and you just experiment?”

“Oh, I've done a lot of experimenting in my time.” He chuckled, glancing briefly over at Zeta-7. “Uhh, I guess it's s-something like that. But I was actually just asking Doof here if you guys wanted to come and take a look.” I didn't miss now he reached over and touched Zeta-7's shoulder, his thumb tracing back and forth over his lab coat.

“Oh? What, now?” My eyes widened and I glanced between the two Ricks. They both nodded.

“That is unless you have something else planned for your date. I-I don't want to intrude, I just thought- I thought it might be interesting for you guys.” I.C added, stroking his hand slowly down Zeta-7's arm before withdrawing completely, and tapping his fingertips casually on the countertop. I looked at Zeta-7, who looked at me. His expression was nothing but casual despite being touched in such a way, instead it seemed as though we were merely both consulting each other on whether we should take him up on his offer. I shrugged my shoulders before speaking.

“I don't think we have plans, do we? This was more just a relaxed date, a fun trip out. You didn't plan anything, did you?” I asked Zeta-7 who pursed his lips for a moment in consideration.

“I-I-I did think we could have dinner somewhere, but seeing as it's still a lit-little too early to eat, and I don't know about you but I'm still rather full from the ice cream, I suppose we have time to check it out. That- that's if you would like that.” And so he left it in my hands. I couldn't very well say no, could I? I had no reason to. Only that weird feeling in my tummy that I got whenever I was around this Rick, and whenever I saw him interact with Zeta-7. He was slightly too charming and too nice for my comfort, considering my experiences with other Ricks.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him; the problem was that I did. Zeta-7 liked this other Rick a lot, and I was coming to feel the same. It made me feel uneasy because I had a habit of making Rick nervous about the security of our relationship, by over-expressing my admiration of other people. I wore my emotions and heart plain and exposed for everyone to see, when I liked someone, everybody knew it. And with Rick's self confidence at a constant low, that wasn't always a good thing.

“Uhh, sure! Why not?” I finally said after staying silent for a slightly longer than comfortable length of time. I just had to keep myself in check, make sure that I didn't give Zeta-7 a reason to doubt himself. What could possibly go wrong?

Tbc...

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #doofus rick #ice cream rick #oc rick #fanfiction #sfw

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expressandadmirable · 7 years ago

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Children’s Work

(Response to the 58. “I will never hurt you.” prompt from @stufflaalikes)

“V, please! Don't run so far, I don't want to lose you!”

The girl giggled, skipping a few paces further ahead, and Esperance realised how dearly she had missed the sound. Aviva laughed less and less as she grew from childhood to adolescence; still young by most metrics, she had already seen more than her fair share of hardship and injustice. The fresh welts slicing her palms were the most recent example, and though she had simply adapted to favour the backs of her hands for a few days after receiving her lashings, the sight of them always made her mother’s heart twist in her chest. Damn every teacher in that blasted school.

But tonight had been a good night. More than slightly belated as far as celebrations went, but the Lux women had never been overly attached to where days fell on the calendar. They gave gifts when they could afford them and simply assigned their significance to the most recent occasion, be it a birthday or the Festival or one of the host of silly Cornerian holidays. Tonight’s excursion came a full season after its designated day, due in equal part to Esperance’s overfull working hours and to the sheer price of the tickets. She had refused Mourat’s kind offer to buy them for her; she was not often the type to let pride get the better of her, but gift-giving was a sacred ritual. It would be worth the wait.

From the moment they stepped into the theatre, Esperance knew it had indeed been worth the wait. Aviva’s wide, wondering eyes darted about the foyer, from the gilded statues of angelic Humans nestled in their alcoves to the monochromatic tiled floor beneath their feet to the glittering chandelier overhead. Her delight only increased as they made their way up the flights of wide marble steps to the balcony level, its lobby panelled in rich, dark wood and draped in green velvet. As her daughter stopped to admire the intricate carvings adorning one of the columns, Esperance could not help but wonder what the construction of such a place must have cost -- and if they had need of a leatherworker.

When the usher guarding the door stepped aside to indicate their seats, Aviva stopped in her tracks, rendered utterly speechless by the view sprawled before her. She took in the huge proscenium, the rich red curtains trimmed in golden fringe, the painted ceiling, the sheer vastness of the space, her breath escaping in a slow, awed exhale. They had attended plays on the common and occasional productions at the open-topped theatre near the docks, but nothing even a fraction as lavish as this. She did not speak until they had taken their seats, turning to her mother with a radiant, childlike grin. “Mama, it’s… beautiful!”

Esperance smiled and squeezed her daughter’s hand. “Happy birthday, baby.” Then the lights dimmed and the orchestra began to play.

The opera was as magnificent as the trappings surrounding it, with a sweeping score and opulent sets and costumes, a mixture of minor magic and clever lighting tricks bringing the otherworldly elements of the story to thrilling life. The plot was dark and appropriately theatrical, centring on a wraith who haunted an opera house in an unnamed faraway city and fell in love with a beautiful Half-Elf singer who worked there. Embittered by her love for a rich, mortal Human man, the wraith tormented her and wreaked havoc upon the theatre until it was banished during the final showdown between the three leads. For her part, Esperance thought it all a bit melodramatic, but she had to admit it was wonderfully entertaining.

Aviva was enraptured. She watched the events unfold onstage with singular focus, her fingers unconsciously tapping the rhythms of the music on the arms of her seat. Although her injured palms prevented her from applauding at the curtain call, she was undaunted, leaping to her feet and cheering with all her might. For once, Esperance noted with a smile, her daughter actually seemed her age.

As they ambled through the lamplit streets in the vague direction of home, Aviva filled the frigid winter air with an unending stream of thoughts and questions. She liked the female lead’s voice, though her own would likely become too deep to play that particular role. She wondered how they had made the wraith disappear at the end, and if it was magic, whether she could learn to cast it. She hoped Mourat could teach her the central melodies. She wondered if the two lovers really would live happily ever after.

“I do have one big question, though,” she continued, pausing to let her mother catch up and falling into step beside her.

Esperance laughed, glancing at her with a raised brow. “Were none of those big questions?”

“No,” Aviva retorted, then reconsidered. “Well, yes. But this is a for-actual big question. In the scene after the singer ran away from the theatre, when the count catches up with her and does that big grand declaration of love, they kept singing about how perfect it would be. How they were meant to be together. And he kept telling her ‘I will never hurt you’. That was the through-line of the whole scene: that he would never ever hurt her, and so he was better than the wraith -- also he was alive, but that’s beside the point. He kept coming back to it. And that’s just… not true, is it?”

Esperance had come to expect deep and far-reaching questions out of the girl, even moreso as she moved further away from childhood, but the specifics of them never failed to surprise her. She let out a puff of mist, folding her arms beneath her heavy shawl. “No. It’s not true. Mortals are clumsy creatures, and sometimes we hurt people, even if we don’t mean to. Even if we love them.”

“Did you and papa hurt each other?”

“Yes.” The older woman’s smile turned wan. She knew it was not the answer Aviva was hoping for, but the girl was far too smart to think it could be anything else. “Your papa and I had our share of quarrels, said our share of unkind things. We never meant to hurt each other, but we did. And… When he left it hurt most of all.”

Aviva chewed her lip, mulling over her mother’s words. “Love sounds exhausting.”

“It can be.”

“I’m not sure I want to fall in love.”

Esperance huffed a soft laugh. “Two problems with that, sweet pea. First, both your parents were hopeless romantics, and you are most definitely our child.” Opening one side of her shawl, she wrapped an arm around her daughter. “Second, love comes in many forms, and they all have the potential to hurt. It’s unavoidable.” She paused, her voice dropping. “Just look at you and me.”

Aviva stiffened, undoubtedly remembering their last big argument. Esperance had certainly spent enough time dwelling on it. Though her actions had come from a place of desperation, a panicked desire to protect and shelter, it had not gone as either of them had expected and she would forever wish she had handled it differently. But, at least it illustrated a point.

Slowing to a halt on the cobblestones, Esperance opened the other side of her shawl, drawing Aviva into the warmth of the fabric and squeezing her tightly. “Ohh, my girl. You’re too clever by half, you know that?” Aviva chuckled into her shoulder. “Always asking the big questions. Growing up so fast.” Too fast. She kissed her daughter’s forehead, already so close in height to her own. “Here’s what I know: there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. Lovers, children, friends… People disappoint each other. That's part of life. It's how they move on from it that matters.” It was a lesson as much for her as for the girl in her arms.

“Sounds like an awful lot of work,” Aviva grumbled, but there was a smile hidden in her protest.

“It is, at that,” Esperance nodded. “You can’t un-hurt someone, even if it was an accident. The best you can do is acknowledge the pain you caused. Learn from it, grow from it, try not to repeat the same mistakes. And always, always say you’re sorry.” She breathed deeply, taking in the whispers of snow in the air. “I’m sorry, my love.”

It was not the first time she had apologised for the fight, but the words felt heavier as they left her lips. She had, however temporarily, lost her daughter’s trust, and the circumstances of their lives all but guaranteed it would happen again. All she could do was try her best. Hopefully her best would be good.

“Ie'vory xedaj, mama.” You are my calm. There was no word for ‘love’ in their people’s language, but generations upon generations had managed to get by all the same. They made do. They always would.

Esperance smiled. “I love you too, baby.”

#Dungeons and Dragons #Original characters #Backstory #Canon #Prompts #Aviva Lux #Esperance Lux #Title: Dessa

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lazy-goblin · 7 years ago

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Latibær í Vandræðum (LazyTown in Trouble) - Chapter 22/25

Original story by Magnus Scheving (1997)

Illustrations by Halldór Baldursson

Chapter 22:

Íþróttaálfurinn ran down the street to find someone who he knew very well, like Siggi Sæti, and ask what was going on. Stína had started smoking and selling vitamins over the phone!!! A new mayor had taken over!!!

When he approached Siggi's house, he clearly saw that he had begun eating candy and sweets again, because caramel wrappers, pizza boxes and soda bottles lay like autumn leaves all around. The elf had trouble getting to the house. He looked in the window and saw that Siggi was fast asleep in bed with a half eaten bag of potato chips in his arms.

"Oh, so this is what's become of him," he said to himself.

He picked up a few candy wrappers and rustled them cheerfully. Siggi Sæti woke up and hesitantly got to his feet.

"Wha.. is there another delivery of sweets?" he said and stumbled toward the window.

The potato chips fell to the floor but it didn't matter because it was all covered in candy wrappers.

Siggi Sæti gasped and looked at the clock.

"Oh.. oh.. I'm already late," he said, scratching his bottom.

Íþróttaálfurinn saw him go out of the house with a sack full of caramels that he was stuffing his face with. He threw the wrappers onto the ground. The elf could trace Siggi Sæti's trail just by following the caramel wrappers.

He went behind him, picking up wrappers, and saw that he was heading for the gym. There, Siggi struck two knocks and Íþróttaálfurinn thought he saw Nenni Níski open the door and let him in. Íþróttaálfurinn finished picking up the caramel wrappers after him and put them in the trash bin. Then he went to the gym and knocked twice on the door. Nenni Níski was heard from inside:

"Who's there? Say the password."

Íþróttaálfurinn had no idea what the password might be but he had the idea of trying the word sweets.

"Incorrect password; you are not allowed to stay here. Would you leave? I own this building! Would you get off the property?!" shouted Nenni frantically.

"Oh, Nenni Níski has also become selfish again," thought Íþróttaálfurinn to himself.

Suddenly a loud honking was heard from the street:

"Beep, beep!"

An old man had to hurry out of the way as a car came carelessly down the street. Íþróttaálfurinn rushed off reached the old man in an instant. He took him in his arms and ran with him up onto the sidewalk.

"You have to watch out for cars because the traffic..."

He didn't get any further because the old man whispered at him.

"It's me!"

"Oh! Is that you, Edward?" said Íþróttaálfurinn in surprise.

"Yes, completely unrecognizable!" said Edward, taking off his hat.

"That's good, because you need to assist me," said Íþróttaálfurinn. "I think the problem of this town is in a certain building here," he said, looking toward the gym.

"Now, what makes you think so?" asked Edvard.

"Just a suspicion," said Íþróttaálfurinn thoughtfully.

"You can let me down now! Everything is safe," Edward teased.

"Come with me. I'm going to look in the window and stand on your shoulders so I can see inside better."

When they arrived at the building, Íþróttaálfurinn hopped up on Edward's shoulders, Edward's knees trembling.

He took a few boards from the window and wiped the glass with his hand in order to see better.

Inside, he heard Solla Stirða, Maggi Mjói and Goggi talking to each other. Goggi said:

"My eyes are so tired that I can't do any more."

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Solla rose up off her chair and said:

"Play with us!"

"I don't remember any games anymore," said Goggi, scratching his head.

"Yeah, you must remember some. Íþróttaálfurinn taught you many games," said Solla. "Don't you remember?"

"I've been doing so much work on the computer that I've forgotten all of the games. I haven't played any games since Íþróttaálfurinn left," said Goggi in frustration.

"Should we run around and do something active?" said Solla.

She tried to run off but she was struggling. Maggi Mjói also tried but gave up immediately.

"I can't run. I'm only going to faint. I need to sit back down," he said, wiping his sweaty forhead.

"Why?" asked Goggi.

"I've been eating such unhealthy food, no vegetables or fruit, just coco puffs and corn pops. I see now that it's not enough at all to eat that kind of food every day."

"Help me!! Help me!!" said Solla Stirða. "I can't tie my shoes. I've become so stiff that I can't bend down! What's happening?"

(bubble: “I can’t tie them.”)

She stretched and stretched down to her shoes.

"Have I really become so stiff again, just because I haven't bothered to do my exercises for a few days?"

"It looks like it," said Goggi.

Suddenly a great noise was heard from the machine behind the kids and an alarm sounded:

"Beeeep.. beeeep.. beeeep!"

A voice said:

"Need.. more.. fruit, need.. more.. fruit!"

"Quick, quick, put more fruit into the machine," said Goggi to Solla as he hammered on the keyboard.

Maggi tried to stuff a whole bag of fruit as fast as he could into the machine.

"Ummmm.. this fruit smells so good," said Maggi, licking his lips. "I really want to eat one."

"You can't have them! They could be poisoned," shouted Solla

"But don't you see how good they look," said Maggi, gazing longingly at a big, red tomato.

"Poisoned fruit in SunnyTown!!" Íþróttaálfurinn said to himself and tried to see through the glass better.

"What's poisoned?" asked Edward curiously, his knees giving out.

Íþróttaálfurinn flipped over in the air and landed standing, very gently. Edward sat on the ground and flapped his arms. Íþróttaálfurinn helped him to his feet and told him what he had heard the kids talking about in the gym. He also told him about the machine.

"Are you saying that there's a big machine in there that eats fruit?" said Edward urgently.

"It looks that way," said Íþróttaálfurinn.

"Ahhh.. Ahh.. Ohh.. Oh.. let us down, let us go!" shouts were heard from the street.

Íþróttaálfurinn and Edward ran for cover behind the trash bin and looked around either side too see where the cries were coming from. There was a man in black and Officer Lolli with Halli and Halla Hrekkjusvín in custody. The man in black pulled their ears and said:

"Put them in prison and then polish my car, because I'm going out of town tonight and it has to be sparkling clean."

"Let go of us!! What's wrong with you?!" shouted the kids, struggling in Officer Lolli's arms.

"I'm putting you in jail for telling lies," he said, tightening his hold.

"We weren't lying," shouted the kids at the same time.

"Put them in jail immediatelly and have the car ready," said the man in black clothes with the black hat and the golden cane.

Officer Lolli listened to Rikki Ríki's orders silently and obediently.

Rikki watched him march down the street with the struggling siblings. He turned sharply, walked to the door of the gym, took a big key out of his pocket, stuck it in the keyhole and locked it.

"Well, kiddies, now you can't leave until I'm done taking advantage of your work," he muttered to his chest.

With that, he marched toward the hotel laughing.

"This man is unsettling to see," said Edward, an ice-cold chill running through him.

"That's the truth," replied Íþróttaálfurinn, appalled at this behaviour.

"This must be the new mayor," said Edward.

"Yes, but who is he? I've never seen this man before," said Íþróttaálfurinn, getting up.

"Now let's go home to my hill, discuss things together and check what can be done about the situation in SunnyTown."

Edward agreed.

On their way they met Peggy Darts on a bike with the Mayor himself sitting behind her.

"I have never in my life gone so fast on a bike before," the Mayor groaned, terror-stricken and clinging on to Peggy. "I'm very glad to see you again," he said, hugging Íþróttaálfurinn joyfully.

He had already told Peggy the whole story and he repeated it when they were all inside the hill. They discussed the state of affairs. Edward said that all the shelves in the shop in LazyTown were empty. There was no healthy food to eat, the town was full of fast food places, some Freddie Fresh sold canned goods in the square and it was said to be the freshest fruit, but of course that couldn't be right. He said that he had seen from a long way off that this man was lying. Íþróttaálfurinn told them that the kids had forgotten all the games, Halli and Halla Hrekkjusvín were in jail and some man dressed in black had ordered Officer Lolli to put them there.

"Yes, that's Rikki Ríki, my successor," said the Mayor. "He knows the president," he added.

"I find that hard to believe," said Edward, "Those who know the president don't behave like that."

"This so-called Rikki Ríki intends to go out of town tonight. How about we follow him and see where he's going? And you, Edward, are naturally the best person to question people. You could go the prison and talk to Halli and Halla Hrekkjusvín and find out whether they are telling the truth or lying," said Íþróttaálfurinn, zooming around the hill.

"How do I get into the prison?" asked Edward.

"Now, that's easy," said the Mayor, "I still have the key ring."

He jingled a big ring of keys.

"Then it's decided - and Peggy Darts will chase Rikki Ríki's car," said Íþróttaálfurinn. "In the meantime, I'm going to scoot into the hotel and take a look at his living quarters."

<<previous chapter// - //next chapter>>

#lazytown #latibær í vandræðum #glanni glæpur í latabæ

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nachtvlam · 6 years ago

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4/28

I wish I can pull up this blog whenever I have a war inside my head.

Anyways its 10.51 am and I have my coffee, bread and koffiekoeken for breakfast.

I was having such a busy week last week, then Saturday came and instead of using it to relax, I was stressing out how to use my time.

Also there’s another side of me that thinking ohh it’s so okay being depressed and down, there’s still time! No! I am not! It’s hard to recover after breaking down, also I cannot guarantee it only lasted few hours. I am still depressed now!

sighs I don’t know. Two weeks before, in the end of paasvakantie I managed to download some timer app and quite so ‘revolutionize’ my schedule. Of course it needs time to be disciplined and get used to it! Anyways thanks to this depression ‘session’ I thought that how lonely all of this schedule and for what?

Hereby I update my journal to counter all these ridiculous thoughts.

Here I give you an overview my schedule, I shall call them goals and project because there are not for nothing. I alloted these mostly 1-2 hours at most.

- draw session: I need to keep practicing to be a better illustrator! I am still far from being hired but that’s okay! Everytime I draw is the expression of my healthy mind! there is always chance of improvements when I draw!

- novel session: god this is the hardest because my novel is still crap so far. And I made a lot of novel attempt before, who could guarantee that this would actually made it? but if I keep thinking like this then I won’t publish anything. I am 25 this year for God’s sake, and there are many young successful authors younger than me. What did I do wrong with my time? So yes I will keep writing. I do feel a let down because my idea is to write as much and do editing later, but of course I notice how crap it is and I noticed the flaws such as how things are slow, and no one would read this. So yeah I guess I have to amp up my writing quality, or start editing. I prefer the former.

This draw and novel session is so risky and in such a brink of failure because the main thing is my studies. Gosh I really want to cry. I’ve been drawing and writing all my life and even isolate myself to allocate most of my free time to do this, and for nothing. I havent publish any book or being hired as an illustrator. Just kept being that eccentric lonely guy, disappointment to parents, and writing and drawing is just a ‘hobby’. Yes I am being honest when I was younger I do see these two just to other myself from people, because I am so smart and interesting. Without producing anything. What a fucking mistake and selfish I was. A ‘hobby’ that consume my time and entire being. I never want to throw this way, I just had to produce something effective now. I am 25 I have the fear that I am too late, that I am already a failure, but I can do this. There is still time. What’s the past is the past, what matters is now and how I do my life, right? And then there’s the matter of who knows if I’ve just been doing the same thing and another 5 years of my life went by poof. I guess constant evaluation is needed, and I need to make a target. I propose this year (for my novel), and get a job in illustration.

Gosh I don’t know being here in Belgium, on my own really made me reflect myself, my life, my whole being. I am not saying I have been doing all of my life wrong. But there’s just so much things so much aspect, I don’t know if I manage to type it all down in this blog someday. Thanks to my mental health everything seems to be a problem, I just need to sort it out. I hope you (this blog) can be here for me.

There’s a matter of how I am so often crying, even when doing my mundane activities. I don’t know because of depression or because of my deteriorating vision. It’s so hard to focus on writing this as well. Maybe I should check my eyes sighs. Or is it because of my crappy dirty glasses.

This thought just cross to me, if I die suddenly, who knows some sort of accident or another terminal illness that I couldn’t fight. I hope this blog will be my legacy and people will know how much I suffer. Maybe I should prepare a letter or something that says “if I die, read my blog:” and write it anywhere that’s easy for my parents and anyone that cared anything about me to find it. I do die without leaving anything, many people do and that’s fine (gosh I am crying so much in this). But anyways it is fine. More of the reason I should put my whole heart and mind in this blog.

I think I need a break, I had written so much new thoughts that hasn’t occurred to me before so I’ll read this. Then I’ll continue for the reasons and session in the next post. (i guess I’ll cut too long posts in parts so easier to read)

#april

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TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING SMUT AF

I blushed as I laid on the soft hotel bed, my heart racing and my breath sharp and jagged. Looking over me with his legs either side of me sat Benny Watts looking down at me with a smirk on his face. When my boss said get some new and interesting out of Benny watts… I don't think this is what he meant.

"Something wrong baby?" He smirked

"I just uhh-" I stuttered

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna have sex with me anymore?" He smirked kissing a line down my jaw and my neck kissing down where my chest was exposed from my dress his lips soft even if his hair tickled me slightly

"So long as… you still wanted to" I blushed

"Humm course I do" he growled biting in my dress "now uhh I need to ask you a question"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure? Because… I'm gonna be honest miss y/l/n. Once it starts I can't can't turn it off. So I need to know you're sure," he says sitting up again and fixing my hair behind my ear "I can be a little… intense"

"It uhh it's not problem Mr Watts" I blushed "if it's too much I'll say so"

"Good, now… kiss me" he smirked grabbing my waist rather hard moving me to sit up my body completely against his own skinny form moving me sharply and simply as if I was merely a chess piece, my lips pressed harshly to his own his hands grasping at my waist and small of my back, I kissed his lips back tasting the rosé we had been drinking as well as an odd taste of dust and wood but he smelt like that alot too his hair gently tickling me a shock at first as I had never kissed a man with facial hair before but I instantly liked it grabbing his shoulders rather hard in surprise at the sudden movement as well as in my enjoyment of the kiss. I felt him smirk as I kissed back but before I could do much else he threw me in the bed and I heard a groan in his throat as he looked at me lustfully, his eyes dark with a sick desire. "Take the dress off" he growled looking at me intensely even with his hair slightly falling in his eyes "now"

"Yes Mr Watts" I blushed sitting up and unzipping my dress but clearly I was taking to long as he slapped my hand away and almost ripped it off me I'm surprised he didn't break it throwing it to the floor pushing me to lay flat on the mattress as his eyes flicked up and down my half naked body

"Ummm your beautiful baby" he smirked "but I'm not waiting any longer" he growled grabbing the knife from his belt I was scared a moment as he slipped the cold sharp blade between my skin and my bra within seconds the thin fabric gave out breaking in the centre of the cups and he ripped it off my body putting his knife on the bed "ooh yeah! So that's what you where hiding from me" he smirked grabbing my breasts eagerly squeezing and folding them in his hands kissing down between my breasts stopping in the exact middle of the barrel of my chest to bite me leaving a rather harsh hiki as he did I was about to speak but he moved back and grabbed his knife again, I felt the cold blade slip between my skin on my hip and my panties cutting the fabric he did the same within seconds to the other side taking off my panties leaving me naked, he bundled the shreds if my panties that remained in his hand smirking down at me as he threw his knife to the table "ummm so wet baby? Did you really like reporting on me that much?' he smirked "is that what you like hu? Making all your interviewes talk dirty to you baby? Or did my cock just get you that excited?" I didn't answer Unsure what to say exactly "don't worry, you'll get my cock soon enough baby" he smirked undoing his belt and jeans setting free his hard cock gently he grasped his base and jerked himself a couple of times before he pressed himself against me gently at first "are you uhh… you know?" He asks tenderly glancing down at me carefully I nodded blushing bright red "so I can cum inside then?" He smirked a cocky tone in his voice as he said it and I nodded blushing somehow even more "good girl" he smirked grabbing my thigh and wrapping my leg around him and before I could even breath I felt him push inside me stretching me and already making me feel wetter then I ever had been in my life "fuck! Ummm your so tight baby" he growled holding my hip as he slowly moved himself pulling out to only have the tip inside me then slipping as deep as he could go inside me over and over even if it was slow I was driving me insane "uhh! Your tight little pussy feels so good baby, how does it like it Around my cock?" He smirked biting on my neck as he got slowly faster

"It feels so good…"

"Does it? Do you like my cock Inside you baby?" He whispered in my ear

"Yes…" I gasped

"Then fucking scream for me" he ordered sitting up completely grabbing my hips to lift them off the bed as his slow thrusts turned into rappid pounding with little warning, the bedframe banging into the wall with his every thrust, the bedsprings creaking and squeeking with each movement of his hips, I was in another world my head unable to think about anything but the burning pleasure between my legs as he mercilously fucked me. My legs around him, his hands grasping into my hips, my breasts moving with each thrust moans fell from my mouth like a waterfall and I didn't care. I didn't care what noise I made, I didn't care that likely everyone in the hotel floor could hear us having sex, I didn't care that whoever shared this wall with Benny as likely going to complain about us to the hotel, all I cared about was the pleasure that built with his every moment barely any words came out of me not anything coherent anyway. I knew how close I was and I think he could tell too I smiled a little moving my hand to gently feel his chest exposed from the undone buttons he smiled looking down at my hand "oohh? Is that what my baby wants?" He smirked undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt. I smiled moving my other hand to gently touch him "aww you like feeling me up baby? Or did you just want me naked?"

"I uhh-" I stuttered and he smirked pushing his shirt off him completely leaving us both completely naked, he somehow got faster and rougher on me using me like I was his little toy, like I was his to use to please himself. "Uuuhhh uughhhh!" I moaned as I got closer holding him tightly

"Ohh yeah baby! You feel so fucking good!" He moaned as he got a little sloppier and it was obvious he wasn't far off either

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhh!! Uummmm uhhh!" I moaned digging my nails in to slightly scratch down his back

"Uuhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Scream Baby! Scream for me, let the whole fucking hotel know who's fucking your pretty pussy!" He orders

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh Uughhh!" I screamed tightening my legs around him feeling on the edge of my peak like just one little thing would set me off but he continued on and on like he didn't even care I was close like I was still miles away

"Fuck!" He moans, biting and sucking at my neck and chest again hitting me. In a new angle deeper and more intense "say my name baby!"

"Uhh Benny!" I moaned pulling on his hair as he buried his head in my neck

"Say all of it baby!" He grunted

"Uuuhh Benny! Benny Watts' uhhhh!" I squealed just at that moment I hit my orgasum clenching around him as it went to another world of pleasure he got faster and faster driving me harder letting me ride out my orgasum and all the after shock but he was still going, like nothing had happened like nothing had changed the same pace as before not stopping even for a second for me to rest when he rather suddenly bucked his hips and jerked in some odd angles as I felt him cum inside me

"Uuh! Uuuuuughhhh!" He groaned before stopping completely "fuck! Fuck baby" he said gasping for breath sweat across his skin he laid on my chest his head on my breasts while he caught his breath his arms around me tighly him infact still being inside me cuddled up rather sweetly as we cleaned down

"Well… that was certainly a new Side to reporting" I giggled

"Talk about a new Side to your story baby" he laughs "you're not actually going to write about this are you?"

"No," I giggled "why do you think I would?"

"You'd be surprised, somebody would pay a pretty penny for this story" he smirked

"I'm sure they would," I smiled Playing with his hair "maybe someone like sports illustrated or maybe penthouse would pay me for the nice story about Benny watts fucking a reporter in his hotel room"

"They would," he says, "you're not going to… right?"

"Of course not, why would I?" I smiled "if I did… I wouldn't be in with a chance if getting it again"

"Again? Ummm my dirty little baby" he smirked kissing up my chest too my lips I gently moaned against his lips and he smiled before he pulled away and out and laid down beside me "you can stay… if you want"

"I might have to, I can't feel my legs" I giggled

"I did warn you I could be intense" he laughs.

I woke up to the sunlight coming in through the half pulled curtains, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room soft breathing behind me. My mind flashing back to everything that happened last night making me stir a little

"Uummmm" groaned from behind me clearly I woke him "good morning miss y/l/n"

"Good morning Mr Watts" I smirked back

"Umm what time is it baby?" He groans resting his chin on my shoulder his arm around me tightly his body pressed close to me

"Uuh?" I said unsure opening my eyes to see the clock on the table "half six"

"Uummmm no," he moans nuzzling into my neck

"No?' I giggle

"No… to early"

"You'll be late for the second day of the championship" I remind

"Five more minutes" he whines like a child

"You normally get up at this time" I smiled

"Yeah but I don't normally have intense bed post rattling sex the night before" he complained "I need to sleep get back my energy, recoop what I lost" he smirked gently humping my butt a little

"Do you normally do it the night before then?'

"Practice. Shower then bed by nine" he answered "I'm not usually still awake and… exerting myself at eleven at night, let alone kissing myself over anything" he explained "why? You're not still interviewing me are you?' he yawns

"Maybe I am" I giggled

"I'm not getting up, baby. No way in fucking hell,"

"What would get you up?' I smirked

"Coffee. Extra five minutes of sleep… you suck my Dick. All are good options feel free to give me whichever one you want if you really wanna get me out if bed" he smirked

"Ohh really?" I smirked

"Ummm then again I would… rather one of them"

"Would you know? I wonder which?"

"I think you know which one I'd... prefer?" He smirked kissing my neck and shoulder

"Have five more minutes" I laughed

"Too late I used it up snuggling you," he says "I need to be up anyway" he sighed moving away to sit up rubbing his eyes giving my butt a slap as he left the bed getting some clothes on I smirked seeing the state I had left his back in, he looked like he'd been mauled by a bear. As he got dressed for the day "did you want to go down to the hotel restaurant, and get a little breakfast?"

"I'm okay, I need to get to my room anyway" I said getting out of bed and dressing best I could given my underwear and bra where in taters on his floor "I still have the championship to report on, not just you"

“aww am I keeping you baby?" He smirked

"A little" I smiled as I finished getting dressed "I do still have a few questions for you Mr Watts" I blushed

"Oohh I bet you do" he smirked "it's fine, we have five days. I'm sure we'll cover everything" he smirked "see you around later then"

"Later" I smiled, kissing him, gathering my paperwork and going off to my own room.

#BENNYWATTS #Benny watts

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