#okay I’m a little skittish and I’m closing down my server because it’s too much.

[sciderman]

@depressionwrappedinanxiety please engage with this fandom creator full offense but I’m different

Positive of Deadpool movie:

Official Deadpool Olive and Pineapple pizza

do we think this has contributed positively to society somewhat? or is this another in a line of moves to convince us that pineapple pizza lovers deserve equal rights (they don't)

[jaywritessmut]

Weiß Chapter I- Business & Pleasure

*Weiß- White in German

Florian Munteanu x black female reader (All my fics are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: mentions of death & drug use, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Authors note: Sorry this took so long yall! I moved to a completely new state and that came with its own challenges and adjustments. Things have calmed down since but I’m about to start job hunting and house hunting which is exciting but also stressful AF! Pray for me! I apologize for any mistakes!

Word Count: 4.3K

Something about the smell of a hookah lounge drove her wild. The subtle sweetness in the air had always brought her peace, sometimes a bit of arousal. She found it much more tolerable than plain old cigarettes. But then again, cigarettes didn’t come in flavors like Blue Mist or Double Apple. She scanned the drink menu, impressed with the newer selections listed. Of course there were the outrageous names to contend with. Oil Spill? Typical Klaus she pondered. He’d always had an eye for the dramatic and it was one of the things she loved about him. How sad it was that she’d never hear one of his energetic, albeit coke fueled, rants again. She decided to pay homage to her eccentric companion and order one for old times sake. Her usual order of Jäger would have to wait.

The server took her order, fumbling over his pen as he scribbled it down. He was intimidated by her. She radiated authority and confidence. He had no idea who she was  but the level of service she was receiving let him know that she was definitely a VIP. Making a mistake could cost him his job.

He must be new. She smirked at the thought. How cute.

Most everyone here knew who she was. Her table had been closed off and ready for her with her usual selection. Sex on the beach with a deeper freezer hose. They even made sure to put it in a mango just how she liked it. As soon as she stepped her Manholo clad foot out of her pearl white BMW, she’d been escorted into the club. Tamir gave her a salacious grin while he watched her strut into the building. Yeah, he was still hoping for a piece of that. The line of impatient party goers stared on in envy as she was given preferential treatment. But she was the boss. And bosses waited for no one.

She thought about letting loose tonight. Lord knows she needed it. But tonight was all about business. She needed to think. And surprisingly she was able to do just that as the bass from the clubs stereos shook the room. They had a deal, she and Klaus. She provided the money and kept an eye on the financial and legal side of things while Klaus was the face. He managed the club events, payroll, employees, social media presence, you name it. He was good at being the center of attention while she worked behind the scenes. But he also handled the grittier parts of it all. He dealt with the foot soldiers, making sure they were moving product. And then with suppliers to make sure they weren’t getting screwed them over. Turf wars and partnerships were all handled by him. It was a messy arena that Klaus shielded her form. And it made sense.

She was a sheltered daughter of an American diplomat. Her experience growing up in Berlin was quite different from his. While he fought to escape the crime infested slum and shady gangs, she vacationed on glamorous yachts in Malta. As a kid, he’d learned about the proper price to charge for a kilo while she was taught French and art history. They came from two different worlds yet managed to build a successful enterprise together. And now with him gone, she had no idea what to do. Just why the fuck did he have to piss off the Russians?

From across the club, Florian studied her closely in amazement. Annalise Roper in the flesh. ‘Lise’ was what she went by with family and close friends. But to her secret associates, she was Snow, the cocaine queen of Deutschland. He was surprised to see her here tonight. He had had the pleasure of meeting her on only a few occasions but knew that it was rare for her to be at the club. And with the circumstances surrounding Klaus death, he would’ve thought she’d lay low and increase security. But her face was unknown in the underground circles. When rival gangs talked about taking out Snow they were expecting a blonde hair blue eyed type. Not the melanated beauty he was currently admiring. The whole thing was ingenious really.

He watched as she threw back a shot, the club lights reflecting off her deep mocha skin. Her all white ensemble gave her an ethereal appearance, as if she were floating above the crowd. The effect she had on him was evident from the noticeable bulge in his pants. Full luscious lips, sultry bedroom eyes, flawless skin. All of her features drove him wild. And that was just her face. The white midi dress she wore, clung to her curves sinfully almost like a second skin. He knew she worked out. A body like that had to be properly maintained and cared for. And he wanted to explore every inch of it.

Florian adjusted his pants before approaching her. She’d just finish placing another drink order, a Jäger with ginger beer. The already skittish server rushed from her table almost running straight into him. When he glared stoically at the poor kid, he took off faster than before, desperate to get away from the two of them. Her almond shaped eyes gazed at him curiously while she took a pull from the hose. She admired the way his clothes fit on his body. His tailored shirt accentuated his impressive biceps. and the first two buttons were undone, showcasing his signature gold chain. He had style, that was undeniable.

Florian fought the urge to look at her lips but they were too hard to resist. The image of them wrapped around the hose was enough to fuel his already wild imagination.

She let out the smoke she inhaled while maintaining eye contact

“Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?”

He couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his lips. Sarcasm was her defense mechanism, but it only made him want her more.

“Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht dich hier zu sehen, Schnee”

Her eyes flashed in anger at his nickname for her. She hated the way it sounded in German. Schnee. It was nowhere near as sexy as Snow.

“Darf ich mich setzen?”

“Wirst du mich nerven?”

He took a seat next to her, ignoring her question. Asshole she thought to herself. But a very sexy asshole nonetheless. The jittery server returned with her drink and skittered off to help the next patron.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He leaned into her, pressing a muscular leg onto her. She’d always been in awe of his large frame, even daydreamed about being pinned underneath him while he did unspeakable things to her body. But she was his boss. And she didn’t fuck her employees.

“I don’t hate you. I’m irritated by you” she went to take a sip of her drink to take the edge off. Whichever bartender made it went heavy on the Jäger . She was grateful for it.

“Why? Because I turn you on?” She almost choked on her drink as he brought his mouth to her ear.

Composing herself, she turned to glare at him. But he remained unfazed by her anger.

“Who said you turn me on? And how do you even know what me being turned on looks like? You’ve never had me to know”

“We could change that tonight.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned away from him. He was a typical playboy, used to getting what he wanted with a few charming words. But she wasn’t falling for it.

"Don’t be like that. You know you want me”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Basic science. Your pupils dilate whenever I come around. And you think I don’t notice but you look me up and down while biting your lip. It’s really sexy by the way, makes me want to lean forward and nibble it myself”

She crossed her arms in indignation trying to prevent his words from having an affect on her. His eyes wandered low to admire the way her breasts were pushed together.

“You also clench your legs together when I speak to you. Just like you are right now. And if you let me, I can give you the friction you desperately need. All you have to do is say yes”

He softly strummed his finger against her thigh. The sensation made her dizzy and she struggled to compose herself. It had been a while. Her last relationship ended a year ago and the Tinder dates just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Florian leaned closer once more and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Want to bet on how many times I can make you come in one night?”

Her resolve weakened and she closed her eyes as she fought for control of her libido. This was not what she had in mind when she made her way to the club.

Fighting past her bodies screams for release, she sat up straight and scooted away from him.

“Flo, I’m here to think. I can’t be distracted. Not now”

He picked up on the solemn tone of her voice. Maybe he was coming in a little too strong. Her friend was just killed and now she was left with an illegal business that she felt ill equipped to run alone. His attempt at seducing her didn’t really help.

“He cared a lot about you, you know? And he respected the hell out of you”

She nodded as she took another pull from the hose, trying to fight back the tears that would undoubtedly come. Klaus truly was her friend. And because of some stupid deal that she didn’t even want him to take, he was dead. She’d never hear his infectious laugh or be on the receiving end of one of his bear hugs again. A chill ran through her as she blew out a plume of smoke.

“Snow, did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said, let me take you home. This is the last place you need to be”

“I can’t. I need to be here”

“No you don’t. Elias has the club under control. We’ll figure out the rest ourselves, okay?”

Maybe now wasn’t the right time. She’d always prided herself on being rational and calculated. It was hard to be that way when so many emotions swirled through her heart and mind. Fear being the biggest one. What if this was all going to collapse? What if she was next?

She nodded, focusing on fighting back the unshed tears that blurred her vision. This was not how the night was supposed to go. But it was for the best. The business could wait. Right now she needed a distraction. She handed Florian her keys and let him guide her out the club, ignoring the curious stares that followed. Fuck them she thought. It was none of their business who she took home.

They rode in her car in silence. She was careful who she let drive her baby but she trusted Florian for some strange reason. Occasionally his eyes would wander over to her seat so that he could admire her toned legs. He imagined them wrapped around his waist while he drove into her. Or maybe over his shoulders while he pounded into her. Snow smirked to herself as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Drei” she blurted out. He turned to her as best he could, a curious look on his face.

“You wanted to bet how many times you can make me come tonight. Die antwort ist drei”  

Surprise registered on his face as he took in what she was saying. She was giving him the green light, and he had no intention of passing up on the offer. Florian drove like a mad man, weaving through traffic with a fierce determination. The sounds of blaring car horns filled the air as he made his way to her apartment. When they finally pulled into the parking space outside, he turned the car off and turned to Snow. The tension in the air was thick and he fought to compose himself.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?”

“I just don’t want you to regret this. If you say yes, I won’t hold back. If you say yes, then I’m going to make it my mission to explore every inch of your luscious body. Willst du das??”

With an unmistakable nod, she gave him the answer he wanted. She gazed into his hazel eyes, and found that his eyes were slowly flickering down to her plump lips. Florian leaned forward to kiss her, relishing in the feel of her soft lip against his. Her brought up a hand to tenderly stroke her cheek, causing her to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip in his tongue, gently coaxing her to deepen the kiss.

Something came over Snow as she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed over to straddle his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he leaned his seat back to give them more space. His hands lowered down to her ass which he held a tight grip on.

He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to the tender spot underneath her ear and began to place open mouth kisses there. The feeling made her head fuzzy with need and she felt her wetness drip from her center.

“Flo” she moaned, rocking her hips against his. She felt the substantial bulge in his jeans and it made her even more desperate for release. He chuckled against her skin before bringing his lips to hers and planting a hot open mouth kiss.

His hands moved strategically over her body, as if he was studying every spot that drew a response. He committed it to memory, trusting that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to taste her. He took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head and he continued to kiss her which she returned with fierce determination. The inside of his car began to fill with the sounds of her moans as he slid his hands up her right thigh.

His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down her shapely mocha legs.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" he teased as he circled her clit. She moaned and shook, unable to formulate a response.

"Gut" he said as he slipped a finger inside and massaged her g-spot. She shuddered and felt himself hardened as her walls clenched his thick fingers.

He kissed her and continued to massage her inner walls while stroking her clit. The sensation of his mouth devouring her while stroking her most sensitive spot, caused heat to spread through her body. She knew her orgasm was close and she didn’t even care that they hadn’t even made it inside her apartment.

“Fuck, Flo, I’m-”

He pumped his fingers into her, stroking the soft spongy part of her with a wicked speed while coaxing her to her release. With added pressure on her clit, she detonated around him, her warm center tightening around him with a vice grip. He placed soft kisses on her neck, which she exposed to him as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

“That was one” she purred, coming down from her orgasm. She saw the flash of persistence in his eye and immediately knew she was in for a wild night. The gauntlet had been thrown down and he was more than ready to pick it up.

“Let’s get you in the house, jetzt” he growled before crushing his lips to hers.

They stumbled into the foyer of her apartment, a tangled mess of hands and lips. The ride up to her floor was nothing but him pushing her up against the elevator wall and teasing her already sensitive flesh. And right now, with them finally having privacy, she felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he grunted, pulling his lips from hers.

“Upstairs, second room on the right”

With no effort, Florian picked her up and made his way up the steps. She began teasing him, suckling and nibbling on the soft flesh of his earlobe. His skin broke out in goosebumps making her smile with satisfaction. He made his way to her bedroom and crushed his lips onto hers, slamming the door behind him with his foot. They remained locked in a deep kiss, her legs wrapped around him, grinding on the front of his jeans. He tossed her onto the bed and she fell with a squeal of delight. After giggling and catching her breath she looked up at him.

He couldn't remember wanting anything so badly. He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the front of the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. Taking off his shirt, he measured the gorgeousness of her feminine curves as they lay before him. The gentle arch in her back, the slight hourglass form that widened into the luscious, full heart shape of her butt.

He needed to devour her; to put her in the ecstatic trance that drew him like a magnet to her in the first place. He needed to taste this irresistible creature.

She had succeeded in the arduous task of loosening his belt and had her little hand down the front of his boxers grasped gently around his thick member. He saw her eyes widen and her tongue trace across her lips in anticipation. He pushed his jeans to the ground so she could get an easier grip but when she went to take him in his mouth, he stopped her, took her hand off his member and kissed it.

"You first..."

Florian shoved Snow back onto the bed. She tumbled over with a giggle and a sigh as he crawled over the top of her. He teased her swollen clit with the tip of his shaft for a second and felt her shiver at the contact.

He began at her neck kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring her smell and every inch of her flavor. He made his way to her toned belly and grazed his lips over her navel, watching her toned tummy rise and fall as her breathing became more erratic. He positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at her glistening pussy, laid open for him. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, then suckling the inside of her left, he reveled in her scent. It reminded him of citrus and honey.

With a long, flat tongue he tasted her.He groaned in appreciation at how sweet and juicy she tasted. Craving more, he  wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips but it only made him more excited. His tongue danced around the sensitive flesh as he responded to her gasps and moans.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she begged.

His dick throbbed painfully, wanting in on the action. But this was for her. And he loved making her moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her. She followed his lead, grinding her hips against the entirety of his mouth, using the friction to get closer and closer to her destination.

He flicked his tongue across her clit in a fluid motion and inserted two eager fingers into her slick center. Her moan rose into a pleasure-filled shriek, he heard her breath come in quicker and knew she was close to her release.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her walls tensing around his fingers as she released once more in a succulent explosion that left his mouth soaking to the bottom of his nose and his hand wet all the way to his wrist. His beard glistened with her juices and it drove him wild to be covered in her scent.

“That was two” he grunted, a sense of pride filling him. He had always been a competitive man and this was one game he was sure to win. She lay sprawled, unable to open her eyes, but with a contented smile on her lips as the waves of her body's aftershock shook her, gently bouncing her breasts. He knew she was more than ready for him.

He quickly stripped her of the rest of her clothing, the white midi dress discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor. He was surprised to discover that in addition to no panties, she’d forgone a bra as well.

“No underwear huh? Well aren’t we nasty” he taunted, as he stroked his dick along her already sensitive clit.

“Shut up and fuck me Florian” she growled, growing impatient. Two orgasms weren’t enough, she wanted more. She needed him to fill her.

He slid his body atop hers, looking deeply into her soulful brown eyes as he sank into her. Her nails dug into his skin as he pulled out before thrusting forward and bottoming out inside her.

He began long, slow, deep strokes wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with every down stroke, perfectly in tune with his pace.

“So fucking wet” he gasped as her felt her soft folds took him in deeper and deeper. He had decided in that moment that this was his favorite place to be. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs and die a happy man.

Her cheeks flushed as the walls of her pussy tightened around him. She knew he was big from the feel of his bulge in the car but she still gasped in surprise when he filled her up. The way he moved within her drove her wild and she was desperate for more. She hooked her leg around his waist, aching for him to be as close to him as she possibly could.

“Please baby, harder” she urged, wanting to feel him fully unleash on her.  Teasingly, he pulled all the way out until just the head was inside her and paused. She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly, biting her lower lip hard. He sank his cock back inside her and paused again, causing her to quiver.

“Fuck Flo, get to it!” she cried, causing something inside of him to snap. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting in her with a feverish need. She was panting as he fucked her and leaned up to kiss him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her, hitting that sweet spot. And with one sudden jerk of his hips, he felt her pussy grip him tightly before exploding all around him.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as her entire body dissolved into the waves of pleasure flowing through her. Florian continued to move inside her, softly stroking her face and hair while whispering sweet words in her ear. She was completely shattered, but the hard cock pulsing inside of her told her that the night was far from over.

“And there’s three. Think you got one more for me baby?” he cooed. Her hooded gaze told him she was spent, but he was determined to win this bet. He knew he could push her past the brink of satisfaction one last time.

He pulled out of her and effortlessly flipped her over, leaving her chest pressed into the mattress. He then led her to the edge of the bed, pullingg her lower body up onto her knees. Standing behind her, Florian pushed her head down to the mattress and rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping wet slit.

With a quick thrust forward, he buried his cock inside her roughly, grabbing onto her hips for leverage.

“Fuck!” they both cried out simultaneously.

Snow arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her back against him as he slammed his cock into her hard and fast. She moaned wantonly, and he felt the familiar tremor of her walls.

“Are you going to come for me again baby?” he cooed into her ear.

She could barely respond but her body answered for him.

“Hold it liebling” he urged, as he pounded into her fiercely.

Her body shook with every thrust of his hips and she wondered just how she would fend off this impending orgasm. As if it wasn’t hard enough, he wrapped both hands around her neck and began fucking her harder.

Her body had no choice but to surrender to his brutal assault and she wailed into the mattress as she fought to stop herself from coming. His thick cock was buried deep inside of her, relentlessly filling her up and staking its claim over her. And just when she thought she couldn’t hold it any longer, he granted her release.

“Fuck, Snow, come! Come all over this dick!” he growled before emptying inside of her, coating her walls with thick ribbons of his cum. Her last orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a screaming mess underneath him. She had never been more thankful for her penthouse apartment that separated her from the rest of her neighbors.

Florian gently pulled out of her before laying next to her. They laid next to each other, both trying to calm their breathing and make sense of what had just transpired between them.

“So I guess I won the bet” he remarked smugly, while taking in her appearance. Her hair stuck to her forehead, dampened by the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out across her body.

“Shut up” she ragged, still struggling to catch her breath. He couldn’t help the chuckle that broke from his lips and pretty soon, they were both laughing hysterically, their arms and legs tangled together.

“What’s my prize. For exceeding your expectations?”

“The nut you got was enough of a prize” she retorted, her head now gently laid on his toned chest. She lazily drew circles around his pecs, relishing in the feel of his warm skin.

“Fair enough”

“But we do have a more serious issue on our hands now,” she continued. The problems she had at the club were still there and a few orgasms wouldn’t be enough to rid her of them. Florian looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain what she meant.

“I need you to walk me through the business. I want to take over.”

Translations:

Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?- Didn’t you know that it’s rude to stare?

Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht, dich hier zu sehen, Schnee - Yeah, I’m just surprised to see you here Snow.

Darf ich mich setzen?”- May I sit?

“Wirst du mich nerven?- Are you going to annoy me?

Drei/Die antwort ist drei- Three/ The answer is three

Willst du das?- Do you want this?

Gu- Good

Jetzt-Now

Liebling- Darling

Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for this story! I hope you like it because I’m so excited to continue writing this!

[straight-into-the-animus]

(One of) Many Meetings (Modern!Arno x Reader)

This was the brainchild of people on the AC Discord Server, I’m just the humble messenger. I hope you enjoy this little fic of Arno Dorian meeting Reader’s parents!

Content: Fluff, blink and you’ll miss it mentions of nsfw behavior, parents show up, reader is gender neutral, around High School era

The problem with Arno was that there were, well, rather few problems with him. And you loved that about him, but it somehow infuriated you as well. The biggest problem wasn’t that he got along with your friends wonderfully, better than you could’ve anticipated, or that he liked to surprise you with gifts at irregular intervals (“Arno, the balloons-!” “Merde, they’re flying away!”) Oh no, the worst part of it all were your parents; they loved him.

It started the first night, as you two had been going out for a few weeks at that point and wanted to see if it was strong enough to handle A Meeting of Parents.

“I promise it won’t be so bad.” You had reassured him earlier that day, lounging half on top of him in a library armchair. “We’ll stay for maybe ten minutes, go out right afterwards, I promise.”

“I don’t doubt you, mon amour. I only hope I can keep my hands off of you for that long.” He grinned, head dipping down to kiss your neck.

“They’re my parents, you brute. You better behave yourself.” You quietly, breathlessly laughed, sharing a grin with him.

“Never.”

The doorbell rang a few minutes ahead of schedule and you all but lept out of your seat, planning to get there first to open it and gesturing for your parents to sit down. Of course, nothing was ever that simple, and you were quickly beaten to the door by your triumphant mother, who opened it expectantly.

“You must be Arno.”

The Frenchman was actually well put together, in well fit jeans that hugged him with a white button up shirt, sleeves loosely rolled up to the elbow. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly put together he was, but c’est la vie, you sighed silently, that was your boyfriend. He met your gaze for a second over your mother’s shoulder and shot you a quick wink before turning to her with a charming grin.

“And you must be Mademoiselle (Y/L/N). A pleasure.”

The phrase earned some light laughter from your mother. She let him in, and you both subtly bee-lined for each other as his arm easily wrapped around your- your shoulder. Not low on your waist like it usually was, possessive and endearing all at once.

“Well come in, come in then! You’ll have to meet my husband before you both leave, he’s been looking forward to this.”

“Just as much as I have been, I’m sure.” He readily replied, winking in your direction, and you rolled your eyes when your mother wasn’t looking.

“Would you like some cheese to go with your ham, Monsieur Dorian?” You whispered in his ear, having to stifle the shiver and small yelp that coursed through your body as his hand lightly scratched the back of your neck.

“Maybe later. We’ll see if the mood is right.” He responded in the same volume before you were both off to say hello to your father. You originally only planned for it to take around five minutes; it ended up taking ten.

And then Arno was supposed to bring you home around 10:30. He brought you home at 10:15.

-------

You later learned there was a reason he wanted to be home so early when one day you were running a little bit later than normal from some traffic problems. Your parents knew, had even texted you when they got word, and you had let them know in return that everything was fine. Or, it would be if the driver’s seat would stop vibrating from one very bouncy, nervous man in the seat.

“What-”

“They said to have you home by nine, and it’s now quarter after that time, they’re going to hate me.”

“And they know the circumstances, Arno. Really, we’re all fine. My parents are not going to hate you.” You slowly explained, as if you were calming a skittish horse. You even felt like you were petting one as you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair gently. “I don’t think that’s, like, even possible for anyone in this world.” You felt a grin start to spread on your face as a well-needed thought started to take over in your mind. “How about we find a way to pass the time if the traffic isn’t moving?”

“There aren’t many out of state license plates. Not many games to play with those.”

“Wha-” You sat back in your seat, staring at him with complete puzzlement. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

It was his turn to give you a confused look this time before the cars ahead of you started to move. “Ah, finally.”

It was all you could do to sit back and just shake your head as the car raced through the street.

-------

He started showing up a lot more, your parents even taking the liberty of inviting him over at times.

Dinner? Sure thing.

Was there a game on that night? Bring an appetite and there was likely a jersey somewhere to spare for him.

Arno even started to bring his own food at that point, and you sat back and watched it happen. What was wrong was that none of it made any sense, not really. At school, outside of your parents, he was as you knew him; Arno Dorian, French ‘debonair’ and extraordinary lovebird, always ready to tease and rile you up and love you the way you knew you wanted and needed, just as much as he was ready to keep you close and centered. 

But around your parents, he was “Oh yes, I did hear about the stocks” and “Mrs. Johnson’s class is doing wonderfully, but it’s slow-paced”, and it was starting to get on your nerves, which Arno didn’t pick up on in the slightest. It came to a head when you came home from a day out with friends, finding the most unexpected audience in your home.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother called out in the kitchen, and you shrugged off your coat as you made your way over there. “How was it?”

“Wasn’t too bad, you should’ve seen what- What the hell.” You stopped in the entryway to the kitchen, taking in the sight of your mother and Arno, taking tea near the counter like it was a Sunday afternoon in some Jane Austen novel. “Arno? What are you doing here?”

“I was invited over.” He smiled brightly, eager to answer even though there was the faintest undercurrent of something else under it. “I had finished my work for the day, so…”

“We were just discussing-”

“Can we talk alone? Thanks, sorry, love you.” You smiled sweetly to your mother as you cut him off and took Arno by the elbow, leading him away into the main hallway, albeit gently. He was still carrying the teacup and you both floundered with it for a moment before he set it precariously on the stairs.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I don’t have a problem with you being nice to my parents, it’s- I’m glad that they like you, really! But tea? In my kitchen? With my mom? I’m not even here!”

“(Y/M/N) was just being nice-”

“(Y/M/N)?” You blinked. “You’re on first name terms now?”

“No, I- (Y/N), please. Just…” He sighed and you could see him mentally piecing himself together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think this would upset you as much as it did. It was just… They were very welcoming. And I wanted to show how much I appreciated that, show them I was serious. You mean so much to me, mon coeur, truly.” His hand went to hold yours, eyes searching yours. “I wanted to show I could be a good man for them. And… I must have gotten a bit carried away in everything.”

You couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit of your anger melting away, staring into his brown eyes. He was contrite and sincere, you could tell. And you knew that he really did just want to be liked. “You don’t need to go to all these lengths. They’re my parents, sure, but... that hardly matters in the long run. Yes, I want them to like you, but... Ultimately, if they don’t? That’s their fault. Not yours. They’re missing out on someone awesome. Don’t try and be something you’re not because you think it’ll make me or them happy. Okay?” You smiled slightly and he returned it, soft and genuine.

“I will try my best. I love you, (Y/N).”

“And I love you, Arno.” You leaned forward and kissed him, meeting his soft lips in what you thought would be a chaste manner as you were slowly becoming accustomed to, but before you pulled away there were the slightest bit of teeth on your lower lip as he nipped. His smile grew into a grin as you looked at him in surprise, treasuring your slight gasp.

“Now… How about I finish my tea and we head out on a proper date before your mother’s chili comes out of the pot?” Arno grabbed his tea from its position on the stairs and left you with a wink, as you just stared at his retreating backside.

Yeah, he was infuriating. But c’est la vie, he was yours. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.

-------

I hope you enjoy! If you do I have a Masterpost here and more ideas for writings and prompts here, so feel free to request!  If you’d like to support me, I have a ko-fi here! Safety and peace!

[foramomentonly]

Nail In My Coffin, Part Five

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four

Summary: Alex and Kyle are fashion designers on a Next In Fashion style reality show. Michael is their model. Dom/sub elements. Prompt courtesy of @signoraviolettavalery . We can have a little unabashed Kylex BroTP with this one. As a treat.

Author’s Note: Chronologically this one is set farthest into the future. The events of Parts 1-4 and then some have already taken place. I’ll be returning to some of those in-between events with future parts. Enjoy! 

@alexxmichael So I had this queued and didn’t realize it? lol Thanks for reblogging Part Four and for your tags that helped me figure out I’m an idiot who can’t work Tumblr!

Read on AO3

Kyle sits in the large hotel dining room, sipping a cup of dark roast coffee with cinnamon—it’s no café de olla, but in a pinch—and waiting. It’s too early on an off day for most of the show’s cast and crew, and the place is nearly empty. Still, he knows Alex must be on his way. They have breakfast most days, just to spend some downtime together. They’re so hyper-focused these days on the competition and their shooting schedule and sneaking in time to keep their brand afloat that they need structured opportunities to just be bros. Kyle had even stopped by Alex’s room earlier, thinking they would ride the elevator down together, but he hadn’t answered. He could have been in the shower or sleeping soundly for once. Or he could still be with Michael. He’s probably still with Michael. Kyle smirks. This is gonna be good.

Not a minute later, he watches Alex stride into the room looking skittish, but well-rested. He raises an arm from his spot at a small two-top in the corner. It’s near the emergency exit, pressed against a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and Kyle’s taken the seat with its back to the flapping kitchen door. Alex should be comfortable. When Alex sees him he nods once and heads Kyle’s way, detouring to serve himself a cup of coffee at the beverage and pastry bar. The hotel isn’t much, but it does have a cold breakfast bar and full-service hot breakfast options. Kyle’s already ordered for them both. 

Alex slides into his seat looking shaken, gripping his coffee like it’s a life raft and he’s lost at sea. Kyle suspects this morning he kind of is.

“Good morning,” Kyle says, smiling brightly at him.

“Morning,” Alex mumbles.

“I ordered you the omelet. Mushrooms and peppers.”

“Thanks.”

There’s a beat of silence. Alex is staring into his coffee like it’s a crystal ball, and Kyle can’t help but guide him along a little.

“I stopped by your room this morning,” he says lightly.

“I wasn’t there.” 

Alex states it like a fact Kyle might have somehow missed.

“So I noticed,” Kyle replies, amused.

“I slept at Michael’s.”

He seems a bit dazed by this fact. Kyle smiles mildly.

“I figured,” he says, then adds, “On purpose?”

Alex nods, and Kyle grins.

“So, you’re in love with him,” Kyle states easily, taking an admittedly smug sip of coffee. “Let’s talk about that.”

Alex looks genuinely shocked, then terrified.

“W-what?”

“Alex,” he chides, fixing him with a knowing look, “you let your guard down with this guy, you are opening up to him in ways I’ve frankly never seen you do before, and right now you look like you’re about to run off and re-enlist to avoid having this conversation with me, so, yeah. I’d say you love him.”

Alex takes a deep, steadying breath and nods, almost to himself, and Kyle smiles, holding up his mug in a salute.

“Good for you, man,” he says.

A shy, almost bashful smile plays on Alex’s lips as he takes a sip of his own coffee, which is frankly ridiculous considering the kinky shit Kyle’s overheard him practically purr into Michael’s ear over the past few weeks in broad daylight, in a fucking room full of people and cameras. But Kyle is sincerely happy for his friend, who is historically slow to trust and lightning-quick to shut down when it comes to personal—especially intimate—connection. Still, Kyle knows Alex well enough to understand that getting him to admit to a particular emotion is only the first step in a long process of convincing him to act on it.

“So, you ever gonna tell him?” Kyle teases, and Alex looks at him like he’s lost his mind. 

"I can't just tell him I love him," Alex scoffs, "who does that?"

"Uh, literally everyone," Kyle groans. "All the time. Watch this." He takes Alex's hand. "Hey, man. You're my best friend. I love you."

Alex smirks.

“Gross.”

Kyle chuckles and leans back in his seat, tossing his hands in the air in a dramatic gesture of surrender.

“Okay,” he says, “walk me through it. You tell him. He obviously reciprocates, because the phrase ‘heart eyes’ was invented to describe how Guerin looks at you.” Alex shakes his head and opens his mouth as if to deny Kyle’s words, but Kyle holds his hand up to silence him. “What unspeakable tragedy befalls you next that makes it impossible for you to go through with this very simple and possibly life-affirming thing?”

Alex arches a brow and Kyle raises his chin defiantly. If there is one way to engage Alex Manes in any conversation or task, it’s to pose it as a challenge. And Alex clearly means to accept this one.

“Well,” he says, leaning forward and tilting his head saucily, “for starters, in secret is not the healthiest way to start a relationship.”

"Wow,” Kyle says, shaking his head in amusement, “So, you know everyone knows at this point, right? Designers? Models? Most of the crew?"

Alex pales.

"What?"

"Do you think you're being subtle?" he laughs. "You make eyes at each other all day long, there's got to be hours of soft-core background footage from your 'fittings' at this point, and last week you were both gone for like thirty minutes and came out of the bathroom I really needed to use looking like you just got fucked. By each other."

Alex gapes as Kyle takes a deep breath, expelling the lunacy of Alex’s statement as he exhales. A server drops off their plates and they busy themselves with napkins and silverware and passing condiments between them. Alex shakes hot sauce over his omelet slowly.

“No one cares?” he asks softly, hesitantly, and Kyle is quick to reassure him.

“No one cares,” he parrots. “It was hot gossip for a minute, and now everyone’s just kind of resigned. Occasionally annoyed.” Kyle glares at him. “I really needed the bathroom.”

Alex laughs and raises a teasing brow.

“It’s all those coffee breaks.”

“I told you, those are to protect my innocence and our friendship.”

Alex snorts but falls silent after, flipping open his omelet and toying with the diced vegetables inside. 

“So,” Kyle goads, “what else you got?”

Alex rolls his eyes, speaks so low he could be talking to himself.

“We don’t even know each other that well,” he breaths, shaking his head.

Kyle shrugs easily.

“So actually talk to him. You clearly have a connection.” Kyle’s voice goes soft as he continues, “And he might not know your middle name or whatever, but he gets you. It’s like he just knows what you need and how to support you. It’s a little creepy, to be honest.”

Alex looks downright dreamy for a brief moment, then shakes his head as though to banish frivolous thoughts.

“I need a plan,” he whines, “I can’t just go in blind.”

“This isn’t combat, Captain,” Kyle insists, but he backs off when Alex grimaces.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” he says, and Alex shakes his head.

“You didn’t offend me, it’s just-” he laughs, “‘Captain’ is kind of a thing Michael calls me. When we’re, you know, doing things you’re vanilla ass couldn’t handle.”

“Oh, no,” Kyle groans, dropping his head into his hands. “No, no, no, no, no. I reject that information.”

He looks up at Alex laughing and glares at him, but his own treacherous lips are pulling into a smile. Kyle piles egg whites onto his toast and raises to his lips.

“And?” he asks, taking an exaggerated bite of his breakfast and motioning Alex to do the same. 

Alex flips his omelet closed and cuts off a piece.

“And what happens if it is just a scene for him?” His tone is light, but Kyle hears the hesitation to be vulnerable, the fear of uncertainty and loss of control and all the things his restrained, stoic friend dreads most. 

He smiles warmly, reassuringly at Alex, dropping his chin in his hand.

“Then I’ll come over with whiskey and ice cream, and you can talk about your feelings and cry on my shoulder, and then we’ll drunkenly egg his car.” 

Alex’s shoulders shake with laughter and he finally, finally spears a large hunk of omelet with his fork and devours it. Kyle grins.

“You know I got you, bro,” he teases.

“Stop,” Alex laughs.

“Wanna practice your speech on me?” Kyle continues. “Or I could read over your text before you send it.”

Alex lays his fork down and folds his arms over the table, his trademark come-to-jesus stance.  He gazes steadily at Kyle and smirks, tilting his head slightly as though amused by what he sees. Kyle is suddenly very nervous.

“You know,” he says, and Kyle swallows a mouthful of egg whites with a gulp, “I think I’d rather talk about you and Liz Ortecho. Or did you think I didn’t notice that you’re ‘coffee breaks’ are perfectly timed to hers?”

Oh, shit, Kyle thinks, this is gonna be ugly.

[kingrussellfabray]

Dinner Time

Tagging: Russell Fabray, Quinn Fabray @quinntessentialsub​, Mike Chang @dommikechangjr​, Michael Chang Sr. @michaelchangsr

Date: September 22

Trigger Warnings: Emotional abuse

Summary: Future Plans and United Families

Quinn had done everything she could to get out of this dinner. She went through a laundry list of excuse that fell on death ears. Her father seemed hellbent on this dinner and she couldn't figure out why. She knew he was more than likely going to find some way to torture her, but she just couldn't quite place her finger on how it was going to happen. She remained silent the entire way over, ignoring as he complained about the town and the lack of luxury places to eat. If this was how she sounded when she complained, she really needed to never do that again. She stayed a few steps behind him, falling into the habits he placed into her from the day she was born, as they walked into the restaurant. Her brows furrowed as they were led to a table to find Mike and his dad already sitting there. Mike was the only one she paid attention and a smile hinted at her lips. "Hi, Sir."

Mike had no idea what exactly was going on. His father seemed a little bit skittish, but also determined for them to go to dinner at a very specific restaurant at a very specific time. Mike had seen his father in a certain state of restlessness and uncertainty, but this was something entirely different. And he wasn't quite sure what was going on. All he knew was that he was nervous as they sat there in relative silence. He glanced up when he heard the voice that was now very familiar to him, as well as saw the man that he had never met, but already completely despised. "Good evening, Quinn. Mr. Fabray." He expressed, offering her a slight smile in response, before shooting a confused look at his father.

Russell hated Lima.  It was everything Mobile wasn't, and the fact that he had to be there dealing with yet another wayward daughter was enough to make him hate it all the more.  If they'd been in a proper, civilized place then they'd be eating at an expensive steakhouse and ordering bottles of wine that cost more than the servers made in a month.  Instead, they were in the closest thing they could find - which was not that close.  "That's enough, Quinn," he grunted at her when she spoke up to greet Mike.  "Sit, and don't speak."  He exchanged a handshake and a knowing look with the elder Chang, and a handshake with Mike as well.  "Good evening, Mike.  It's good to meet you in the flesh at last."

Quinn's knew better than to slump her shoulders, but she felt like she had shrunk in size as she sat in her chair. Her father never failed to make her feel like less of a person, like he was something about nothing more than an object for him to parade around when the time called for it or when he thought she was perfect enough to be seen by his circle. She looked at Mike and tried to make sure that he knew not to say anything because it just wasn't worth the argument. Her hand folded and she dug her nails into the palm of her hand to keep herself calm. She didn't want him meeting Mike in any capacity and she hated that it was happening now.

Michael had nearly jerked Mike out of his seat so that he would stand shake Russell's hand. And Mike couldn't help but feel like his hand was now somehow contaminated. How this man, who seemed so vile, could have been responsible for the creation of two people as great as Ryan and Quinn, and someone that seemed just as great in Jo...Mike didn't understand. When they sat back down, Mike slyly rubbed his hand against his pants as though that would help to cleanse the discomfort he was feeling. He glanced across the table at Quinn and gently bumped her foot with his own, trying to let her know that it would all be okay. "Now, Michael. Russell and I have been talking and we have reached an understanding of sorts with one another."

Russell smiled, a smile that would have sent shivers down the spine of any of his children.  "Yes, I must say your father is an exceptionally reasonable man.  And as it turned out, he and I have a common interest; children who need some guidance to stay on the right path."  He snapped his fingers at a server and ordered a bottle of wine for the table, never stopping to consult anyone.  "I assume as a fellow student, Mike, that you're aware of Quinn's...troubles.  Her failure of a claim to that...Ben."  There was another word on the tip of his tongue, but he kept himself in check.  "And Michael has discussed with me the path that he would like you to take.  I am curious, though, as you seem like a smart young man - what do you think is the solution to both your problem, and my daughter's?"

Mike swallowed slightly, trying to keep himself in check. He knew that anything he said would be used against him and so it was important to keep himself focused and polite, no matter how much he wanted to give Russell a piece of his mind. This wasn't the time or the place. He cleared his throat and glanced at Quinn briefly, before his attention turned back to the other. "Well, Sir. I think that we are at Lima Heights for the purpose of gaining an education that will help us on the road to becoming intelligent and respectable within whatever mark we have. And I think that continuing in that education is the solution to finding the claims that we're meant to have moving forward." He expressed, not calling their situation a problem, because it wasn't a problem.

Russell took that answer in, looking over at Michael for a moment.  His answer was interrupted by the waiter, who appeared with a bottle of wine and poured a small amount into a glass for Russell to taste.  He sniffed it, took a sip, and slammed the glass down.  "Swill.  Did I ask you to bring me swill?  You're incompetent - bring me a proper bottle or you'll be looking for a new job by morning!" As if nothing had happened, he turned back to Mike.  "You're on the right track.  You're there to gain an education that will allow you to become a better Dominant and find someone to have at your side as you become a doctor.  She," the disdain dripped from his tongue as he gestured at Quinn, "is there to find a claim and learn how to serve them.  Nothing more.  And since my daughter is apparently incapable of making good decisions, your father and I have made a decision for the both of you."

Mike's jaw clenched at the way that the young server was treated. He was going to have to make sure that he left him a good tip. Or at the very least spoke with the manager another time to ensure him that the server had done just fine. Mike shot a look over at his father who simply shook his head in response. Apparently his father was going to sit there and let things happen. But seeing as how Michael and Russell had been talking behind their backs, Mike wasn't surprised by his father's lack of back bone. "Exactly, Michael. You need someone who can be exactly who you need them to be from this point onward. You will need someone who can take care of the house, take care of the children, ensure that you are satisfied when you come home from your long shifts at work. You need a perfect submissive. And we believe that you can have that." Mike's jaw clenched. He could see where this was going and he was not pleased, far from it. Yes, he enjoyed spending time with Quinn. And if things kept going the way that they had been, he could see himself claiming her. But this was not the way it was going to happen. Not with Russell or his father's expectations on them. Mike knew Quinn better than to expect her to be a house submissive. She had dreams. Plans to be a lawyer. What his father, what Quinn's father, were laying out was not something that he wanted to pick up. "And what is the decision that you both have made?"

"The obvious one.  And the correct one."  Russell had carried a small leather attache case with him to the meal, and he opened it with a flourish.  "My daughter may not be good for much, but she will be the perfect submissive, Michael - for you."  Reaching inside, he pulled out two items.  One was a few typed pages, professionally bound.  The other was a collar. He paused for dramatic effect for just a moment.  "This," he tapped the pages, "is a trial claim application.  Prepared to the school's standards, with the rules and expectations that will bind you both.  The only empty space is for a date.  Neither of us wishes to hear objections, nor will I tolerate whining from you, Quinn.  You've both shown us that you can't be trusted to run your own lives, and so we've made things easier for the both of you." Another bottle of wine arrived, and he deemed it passable.  "We understand you may need time to get your things in order.  Which is why you have until December to sign your names to this application."

Mike was blown away as he stared at both the trial claim application and the collar. The fact that they hadn't even just discussed the fact that they wanted a claim between Mike and Quinn, but had gone this far, was not computing for the Dominant. He glanced over at his father, and then glanced at Quinn, before he shook his head. "This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm sorry, Mr. Fabray, but with all due respect: you know nothing about me. And father, you know nothing about Quinn. How in the world do you expect to believe that these pieces of paper will mean anything to either of us in the long run?" Now, Mike had known that his father wasn't happy that he didn't have any claim prospects, but the fact that he had resorted to this made Mike's blood boil. "Your daughter is worth much more than you give her credit for, Mr. Fabray."

Somewhere in the back of Quinn's mind she had known that this would happen, but not to this extent. For them to have already drawn up papers and to have gotten a collar for her was just too much. Throughout the entire conversation, she had stayed silent and sat there with her nails digging into her skin until the skin finally broke on contact. She couldn't bring herself to stay silent during any of this and she knew that she should speak up, but she couldn't find the words. It was one thing for him to do this to her. That she would be able to handle. It was something entirely different for him to drag Mike into all of this. She felt sick to her stomach and she could feel the bile rising in her throat. "Ex-excuse me." She grabbed her purse and she was up from the table and rushing off the bathroom before anyone could say a word. By the time she came back out and made it back to the table, her eyes were no longer red and she had pulled herself together enough that she was willing to sit back down next to that evil man who she was sure was Satan himself. She cleared her throat and shook her head. “I’m not doing that.” Her voice was calm, just barely above a whisper but there was a hint of anger in her words. It wasn’t to say that maybe one day she and Mike wouldn’t get there, but this wasn’t the way to about it. She didn’t want it like this.

Russell looked at the elder Michael with a 'could you control your child, please?' barely sparing a glance as Quinn took off.  "I know everything I need to.  Everything your father's told me.  He believes that this is the right thing for you, and I trust his judgment."  He gestured to the trial claim application.  "I'll thank you not to tell me what my own daughter is worth - that application will mean something to you both because it's the right thing for you both to do.  You need someone to do all of the things you won't have time for.  Quinn needs someone to take her in hand and turn her into a submissive worth having in the house." Before he could get any further wound up, Quinn returned to the table and spoke four words.  Russell's face colored an ugly brick red and he set his wine glass down hard enough to crack it.  "I'm sorry, did you think you were being offered a choice here, Quinn?  Do you think I came all this way, wasted my time in this little shithole of a town, for you to try and defy me?"  His voice dropped an octave, emphasizing words that he knew she would understand.  "You know how much it would hurt your mother if you were offered a chance at a brighter future and turned it down?  What that would do to her?  Do you?"

Mike's jaw was clenched and his body more tense than it had ever been. Never before had he been so angry. Who the hell did their fathers think they were? The idea of claiming Quinn was far from the worst thing he could think of, but this was not how he wanted it to start. "I think I do need to tell you what she's worth. And if you're so adamant about me claiming her, then you bet your ass that my opinion about her will be worth more than yours." Mike's father grabbed the back of his neck tightly and kept him in his seat. "You see where he could use this push in the right direction? He's a stubborn boy and I do believe that  when they do enter the trial claim, he will stand to see reason and act like a respectable young man." Michael's voice was hardened and he only loosened his hold when he noticed Quinn returning to the table. Mike watched Russell's visceral reaction, waiting for any indication that the man was going to try and touch Quinn in a physically violent way. But instead watched as he took the manipulative route, bringing Quinn's mother into the picture. His foot reached out again, knocking lightly against Quinn's. She wasn't alone and he needed her to know that.

Anyone else would have jumped when they heard the glass slam against the table, but the fact that Quinn could remain entirely still was a testament to how much she had grown used to it over the years. Of course he wasn’t giving her. Choice but that didn’t mean she cared. She had no interest in doing this. Not like. Not right now. “No one asked y’all to come down you here. I don’t give a fuc-“ Her voice tapered off as he started to speak once more. This was his go to tactic to get what he wanted out of any of them. Quinn wanted so badly to hate her mother, to leave her out to put to dry like she had done with her daughter when she needed her the most back in high school, but it was impossible to do that. It wasn’t Judy fault. She was much a victim in all of this and Quinn wanted to do what she could to make her life a little easier. Not even the little bump that Mike sent her way could keep the tears from pricking at her eyes as she looked down at her lap. “Fine, Sir.” All the venom in her voice was gone and she shrank into herself, a single nail digging into her wrist to keep from crying.

"I do see it now.  He seemed like such a polite young man when we started talking," Russell shook his head.  "But you're right, this trial claim will set everything right."  He knew exactly what he was doing when he invoked Judy's name - his claim was really nothing but a prop anymore, and as long as she could be useful for that then it was something.  When Quinn gave in he couldn't help a smirk, looking over at Mike with a gleam in his eye.  "You see?  All settled.  I suggest you take a look at the application - minor changes will be allowed so long as they're approved by both of us.  Now, I think this calls for a toast.  Let's get everyone a glass of wine - not you, Quinn - and celebrate the beginning of what I'm sure will be a very successful claim."

Mike kept his foot against Quinn's even as the parents began to talk. He had mostly tuned them out, having reached for the trial claim application to look through it. Some of them he could understand, some of them he could even fully agree with, but then spotted throughout was many of them that boiled his blood again and and made him want to punch both of their fathers in the face. He kept his face stoic, however, his stomach churning. There was nothing to say that he and Quinn actually needed to send in the application.  Not until they were ready and he was certain that it was what Quinn wanted. He set down the trial claim application when he was done and narrowed his eyes at the collar. No submissive of his would ever wear anything like that. He refused.

Quinn wanted to pull herself into Mike's arms to make herself feel better, but she couldn't do it. This dinner had done nothing more than make her feel defeated and like she was less than a person. Russell always had this way of doing that to her, or really anyone that he wanted to. She didn't even bother to look over the application because she could only imagine what was written there. She was sure it took away every right that her father deemed a privilege and unworthy of a submissive to have. She was sure that nowhere in that application said that she could have a job or follow her dreams even in the least bit. She knew if they signed this then she would be given that man exactly what he wanted, and she couldn't do that. She turned her head and wiped at the one tear that had managed to escape and swallowed against the lump in her throat, pulling her foot away from Mike's.

Filling their wine glasses and pushing a glass of water in front of Quinn, Russell stood and tapped his own glass with his fork.  "Tonight, we celebrate the beginning of a new claim.  And the joining of two families.  Thank you, Michael, for reaching out to me and getting this whole idea underway.  I couldn't be happier to finally know that Quinn's future is secured, and that she'll be serving your son in any and every way he needs going forward.  To Mike, and his claim," he tipped his glass in Mike's direction, not acknowledging Quinn at all.

When Quinn's foot pulled away from his own, he felt his stomach lurch in the most uncomfortable of ways. This dinner would be that start of him losing her before he ever properly got to call her his. It was almost pitifully funny that Russell and Michael, through this arrangement, were effectively ending the possibility of him and Quinn ever being more than they currently were. At least that's what it felt like. Mike didn't plan on walking away from this, he would be there to work through everything with Quinn if that's something that she wanted to do. But he needed to have a conversation with her outside of this dinner where both of their fathers were listening in. Michael lifted his own glass in response to the speech that Russell had given. It was a riveting one. He could see the discomfort on Mike's face, but was certain about his decision. He hadn't been, for a while leading up to parents' week, but his mind had quickly shifted again. Quinn was a beautiful submissive, one that would serve Mike well and keep him on the proper path. "To the start of our children finally being on the path that is required of them."

[scgdoeswhat]

Peanut - Jake x Cris (MC)

Summary: Cris has something very important to tell Jake... except that she’s having problems trying to do so.

Characters: Jake x Cris, Michelle

Rating: PG-13

Words: 1540

Author’s Notes: Set in the same ‘verse as the NSFW Alphabet, Mine (NSFW), and Hold My Hand, this Father’s Day inspired drabble turned into something a lot longer than anticipated! Jake doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

Sorry if the “Read More” link isn’t working. It’s Tumblr’s fault, not mine!

The bright, midmorning light was unrelenting and not even the combination of the car’s tinted windows along with the darkest pair of Gucci sunglasses could keep the sun at bay. It had been two weeks since Cris had last seen Michelle for their weekly brunch, the former cancelling the previous week due to fatigue and an awful migraine that just would not go away.

Cris made her way through the crowded restaurant to their usual table in the back, the smell of once appetizing foods making her stomach queasy. Michelle stood up as soon as she saw her friend approach, her smile dropping when she saw how disheveled Cris looked. Her skin looked to have lost some color and she seemed gaunter than the last time they had seen each other.

“It feels like it’s been too long, Cris!” Michelle exclaimed as the two women hugged.

“Stop being so dramatic, Meech,” Cris replied, rolling her eyes with a laugh. “It’s only been a couple weeks.”

“Which is like, forever, considering we’ve been doing brunch every Sunday since we’ve gotten settled,” the doctor-to-be retorted as they took their seats. “I already ordered for us, by the way. Seriously, though. Are you okay? You look like death.”

Cris giggled.

“I most certainly do not. Trust me; I know what that looks like from firsthand experience. But yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need to work this bug out of my system and I’ll be okay.”

Michelle eyed her suspiciously, trusting her instincts to pry a little more.

“So what did you say you were suffering from?”

“Oh my God, please don’t go all ‘doctor’ on me right now while you try and diagnose me! It’s only a headache.”

“And fatigue?”

“And fatigue.”

“And vomiting?

“And vomiti – wait. I never told you I was throwing up!”

Michelle raised an eyebrow before choosing her words carefully.

“Have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?”

Cris froze, her eyes widening as she resembled a deer in headlights.

“Wha-what?!?” She stuttered.

“Oh, come on!” Michelle laughed at how obvious it was now that she had seen her in person. “It wouldn’t be that farfetched, would it? You two are like dogs in heat; you’re always telling me how great it is and how often you do it.” She shook her head. “By the way, I really don’t need any more visuals of you and Jake having sex. And let me guess. You’re not using protection either.”

“But it’s not like we were using condoms on the island! And since we’re married now, there’s really no reason to.”

“Honestly, it’s a miracle that it’s taken this long with you.” She paused thoughtfully before continuing, “Hmmm, maybe no one got knocked up on La Huerta because it might have something to do with all the time anomalies that happened. In any case, I think you should swing by the drugstore on your way home.”

Cris took a deep breath, a serious expression crossing her face.

“What am I going to do if I am? Jake and I haven’t really discussed kids. We just know we want them, eventually. What if we’re not ready for this?”

“Sweetie, just cross that bridge when you get to it. First, you need to find out if you are. Besides, is anyone ever truly ready for children?”

“I guess you’re right. If I am, I’ll have a few days to prepare how to tell him since he’s out of town until Friday on a job.”

Just then, their server dropped off the two mimosas that had been ordered earlier.

“And just in case you are, I’ll be taking both of these, thank you very much,” Michelle smiled as she grabbed the flute that was across the table.

“Bitch!” Cris laughed as she clinked her glass of orange juice with Michelle’s mimosa.

  Jake returned home that Friday as scheduled, but something had been amiss since he stepped foot through the door that evening. Cris had an unusual pallor to her skin and was skittish, as well as jumpy. It was now Sunday, and what frightened Jake even more was how withdrawn she had become during his absence for work. She was saying all the right things, showering him with kisses, yet there was a distinct wall that was erected while he had been gone.

He sat on the couch with some baseball game on the television, not paying any particular attention as to who was playing. He was focused on the hallway, where he knew his wife would soon be emerging from their bedroom after taking a rare afternoon nap.

Like clockwork, Cris came out of the bedroom; her hair swept up in the customary bun that she used to wear every day on the island. He found his breath being taken away, yet again. She looked over at him and gave him a tentative smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Jake couldn’t take it anymore. He was hoping she would open up to him but it seemed that she was becoming more timid as each second passed by. She came back into the living room with a cup of peppermint tea in her hands, a nervous energy rolling off her. Her behavior was totally opposite of her personality and it started to alarm him the longer it was not addressed.

“Hey, Princess? Can we talk?” Jake broke the uneasy silence.

“Sure thing, Top Gun. What’s up?” She answered, her back to him.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” His features dropped while he ran a hand through his hair. “Did I do something wrong? You’re not leaving me, are you?”

Cris turned around quickly and looked at him, shock reigning over her.

“Oh God, no! Where would you ever get that idea from?!” She sat down on the couch next to him as she took his hands in hers.

“It’s just that… you’ve been so distant since I got back. And we haven’t even made love, either.”

Her heart broke a little after listening to him. Had she been so selfish and so consumed with everything else that could she not see how her actions – or lack thereof – were affecting her husband?

She looked at Jake, biting her lip as she looked down pensively.

“I… I just don’t know how to tell you this.”

Jake’s brow furrowed as tears began to well up in his eyes.

“I knew it. You’re leaving me,” his voice barely above a whisper.

“No! Jake, I’d never leave you! I love you! It’s just….” She took a deep breath. “Do you know what today is?”

He looked at her questioningly.

“Sunday?”

She gave him a real smile.

“Do you know what else is today?

“…Father’s Day?”

Cris took his hand and placed it over her flat stomach.

“Happy Father’s Day, Jake.”

Jake took a moment to process what his wife was telling him. The last five minutes had been a blur and if he was understanding everything correctly…. His eyes lit up as he looked at her, the tears in his eyes now ones of joy.

“I’m going to be a daddy?”

Cris nodded before leaning in to kiss him. His free hand cupped her face as he deepened their kiss, relishing the taste and feel of her. After some time had passed, they broke apart, breathless.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I���m so sorry, Jake. I just didn’t know how to tell you and I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“Hey, there is no need to apologize.” A lazy smile formed on his face as he rested his forehead against hers. “This is some of the best news ever. We’ll figure this all out. I’m just relieved you’re not leaving me and instead, we’re having a baby.” He continued rubbing her stomach in small circles.

“I was so absorbed with how to tell you that I didn’t even think about how my behaviour was affecting you. How could I be such a selfish idiot?”

“Watch it, that’s my wife you’re talking about,” he laughed as he kissed her on the nose before leaning down close to her stomach.

Cris rolled her eyes, grinning, as Jake inched closer to her tummy and started to speak in a hushed tone.

“Hey there, Peanut. It’s your daddy. I know you can’t really hear me yet but I just wanted to let you know that we love you very much. Your mama is the most beautiful, gorgeous, smart, perfect woman on the planet. Oh, and one last thing. I’m going to make love all night long to your mama because she owes me for the last two days.”

“Oh my God, Jake! You can’t say that!”

“Why not? It’s true. It’s not like they know what it means just yet. Besides, I think you also owe me a Father’s Day gift.” Jake stood up, a new source of vitality coursing through his veins, before sweeping Cris into his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom. “And just to let you know, Cris, I intend to collect on all your debts, babe.”

He kissed her deeply as they crossed the threshold of their quarters before Jake shut the door behind them.

[joeys-piano]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25?

Seth, I don’t know you, but you’re friends with @n3rdlif343va and you’re probably a sweet peep, but dang…I’m going to be busy

In depth answering under “read more”

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?Not in particularly. Currently, I’m working on an alien-story and finishing the outline is my number one priority at the moment. Writing-wise. In the past, I’ve held myself back from a lot of story ideas because I feared that people would ridicule or jump into my comments and say that I have no right to write any of it.

It worsened considerably when I randomly shared an idea on a discord chat server, and someone called me out. Telling me that I was putting characters into a situation just for the drama and it felt “cheap”. The person meant well, merely cautioning because if I handled the topic poorly, I would get flamed. However, I didn’t like how the person called me out publicly on the server. I felt that they could’ve private messaged me and the talk could’ve been between us, one on one, instead of the whole server getting in on the action and causing needless drama.

Safe to say, the person did apologize the next day for calling me out like, and offered me some advice for the story idea I had. Already discouraged from doing the idea, I told the person that we should drop the conversation and move on from the incident.

That’s why I’m hesitant with sharing ideas with people. There’s that fear that someone will screw up but at the same time, there are better ways to handle the situation than letting it escalate out of control. Since then, I’ve closed myself off from that discord server and prefer to work alone than associate myself with anybody else.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?I orphaned the story for a reason on AO3. Not that the story was bad or anything, other than dragging in certain places and people poked at me to speed things up. I hated how petty I was in the Author’s Notes and I felt ashamed of the fake cheeriness I portrayed myself in those notes and how I manipulated things so that I could feed my ego while my Id wanted gratification while my super-ego told me to work on what I’m doing and not care about what people think.

It’s not embarrassment, but I’m pretty ashamed of the work. To this date, it is my biggest disappointment as a writer and I orphaned the work so I wouldn’t have to see it anymore. It gave me more stress than anything and left me in an anxiety-phase for a good chunk of this year before I managed to peek out and find my leverage again. I’m not going to mention the name.

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?Beginning to end. I don’t like to jump around when writing because things change and I’ll have to fix it later on. I prefer to write from the beginning and see what happens from there. Favorite scenes will come and go, so I use them as motivation.

4) favorite character you’ve writtenEither Viktor or Yuuri. They’re really fun to write for. Mila’s a close second. I have to build myself and prepare if I’m going to write for her, but she’s an enjoyable character with a sense of wit that I enjoy.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writingOtabek

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change nowI wish I wasn’t so wordy. Some people write to the point, and then there’s me. Going on a random tangent while I type. However, I like writing a lot. When I write less, my “voice” doesn’t sound like my own. It’s a tricky balance, but I think I found a good equation.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?Enthusiastic

8) favorite genre to writeWhatever. It’s not about favorites, but what you’re comfortable with and how you handle it.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?Role play, listen to music, talk to people, and dream

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?Music and alone

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?My descriptions, how I convey emotions, and plot.

12) your weaknesses as an authorI don’t know when to shut up. People have called me “flowery” and I didn’t think it was an insult into someone I know personally mentioned it to me, and I broke down.

I tackle story ideas that people aren’t interested in, or I believe they aren’t interested in them. It shouldn’t affect me, but it does.

I’m a weak writer that compares myself to others and their successes. When I look at my stuff, I see all the faults and flaws that leave me skittish when I share the story’s link with others

I don’t know why I write.

13) your strengths as an authorHigh imagery - the audience is drawn into the characters’ world and every little action they do is captured by the “camera” and gives insight into the psychology behind why characters do certain things

Personal warmth to the writing

The poetic, song-feel that my sentences have because of the rhythms I’ve incorporated.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?No

15) why did you start writing?It was one of the few things I could do. I didn’t do sports, music was iffy for me, and writing seemed to be this one escape that I could make a name for myself with. Nothing else for me to say, really.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?Otabek

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?Don’t give a fuck about people’s opinions of your ideas. If they like it, cool. If they hate it, okay. You started writing because if was self-expression. Don’t close yourself off because of anybody.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?Hamlet by Shakespeare. Especially the revenge portion because my most recent WIP deals with revenge.

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?Talking about them every day with friends and making sure that my outlines are funny as hell so I can remember details better.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?I prefer long sessions, but I have to resort to short spurts. I don’t like writing sprints. If I want to write something, I’ll do it. I won’t do it because someone else is.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?What was I thinking? and Wow, these lines are pretty funny.

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?Abuse for the sake of abuse. Characters physically and emotionally harming each other. Kinks. A lot of kinks are strange/unsanitary, so I won’t work with those. just...anything unsanitary is a no-no

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?Depression and being open about it24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?I know a lot about over the counter drugs.25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud ofhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/12221847

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #203

"The Bad Trainer, The Mammoth Ride, Arden and Splender”

-The figure gets clearer and it's obviously a pokemon trainer, he has a garbage bag tied to his waist-

[Doc] What? Can't I play my part as a dragon to the hilt now and again? I have a fair and naked maiden and a baby to defend.

[Sweet Alex] Oh, it's someone helpful. Good job.

[gem] -swims over to her pokemon and start petting them and giving them berries-

-The trainer scowls at the group before noticing the vulpix in Lie's arms in his arms-

[Trainer] - Where did you get that vulpix?

[Herabrine] Why is it any of your business?

[Trainer] - Because that's my Vulpix...  Give it back!

[AVulpix] Growls-

[gem] if it's your then how did she catch it

[Doc] Cranes hir head over near the human. - Nope. Push off. I remember you.

[trainer] Takes a step closer- Give me my pokemon!

[AVulpix] Opens their mouth and blasts off a burst of ice which creates a sheet between it and the trainer-

[Doc] Uses the tip of hir snout to give him a shove - Get lost.

[Trainer] Throws a punch at Doc-

[Doc] Is punched but doesn't move. - That's all you've got? I think you're out of your league buddy.

[Herabrine] That's a gentle puff of air compared to Cp I'm sure

[gem] -growls- if she was able to catch it that mean you let it go which mean it's not yours anymore now get lost before you do something you will regret

[Lie] - Leave, this pokemon was taken from you because you abandoned it!

[Sky] Can I eat him? -Bored tone of voice-

[gem] that's my job

[Alexsezia] You can do the huge mouth thing like the normal Enders Sky? That's kinda terrifying.

[Sky] If I want to, definitely. Feels a bit weird but probably looks weirder. Kinda like unhinging your jaw, but.. Excessively.

[gem] and I have a jaw that can break though any bones try me trainer or should I say former trainer

[Doc] I don't know how this game would handle someone actually dying....

[Alexis] - Go away kid, adults are having relaxing time

[Doc] But I'm still pissed at you for trying to cook your poor Feebus.

[Trainer] - It was a worthless fish!

[Doc] You're the one that's worthless.

[gem] no pokemon is useless

[Alexis] - My boyfriend rather likes it

[Sweet Alex] And he actually takes care of his pets. You're a meanie head.

[Herabrine] Rolls her eyes- you tell em Alex...

[Deer] - Leave or we'll call Officer Jenny

[Sky] Or I'll eat you, if she's not fast enough. -grin-

[gem] sky that's my job

[Sky] You're not the only one who eats people, Gem

[Alexsezia] Look kid, we're nobody you want to tangle with. Just walk away.

[Trainer] Growls but turns around and storms off-

[gem] true

[Doc] Jerk. Fuck people who are mean to animals, honestly.

[Lie] Gently cradles the vulpix-

[gem] I am more confused how he was so chill with a dragon in his face

[Sky] Probably dragon like animals here?

[Deer] - Well considering all the different types of creatures here...

[Doc] But they usually don't talk...

[Lie] - Who cares, at least he's gone now

[Sky] True, true.

[gem] exactly that and my looks well I have never seen any Pokémon that even closely looks like me

[Alexsezia] How is Feebas anyway Alexis? Learned any moves yet?

[Alexis] - It usually just swims around in it's little pond, sometimes it splashes

[Herabrine] Maybe they get visitors from other games rather frequently here? We're not the only digital entities in the multiverse.

[Doc] I thought the splash was a move? Or is it flail? Silver told me about a weird type of orange fish pokemon that evolves into a gigantic sea serpent. Just go's to show you never know what experince can turn someone into.

[Alexis] - True

[AVulpix] Is sliding around on the ice before it melts-

[gem] doc your thinking of magikarp

[Doc] That's it! I saw a picture online, it looks so silly. I would never have guessed.

[Deer] Sinks lower into the water again-

[Yaunfen] Yawns-

[Sweet Alex] So how are our creepypasta pokemon trainers faring?

[Doc] Honestly I think Deerheart talks to them more then I do. Since she's home more often. Aww, you getting itred little one?

[gem] they are hard to train and is mostly a mockery because they only know splash which does nothing but I have seen someone beat the whole game with just one

[Sweet Alex] That's really inspiring Gem!

[Deer] - They seem to be okay, but I still can't really get through to Strangled...

[Sweet Alex] Maybe I should hug him too?

[Doc] You're such a perfect cinnamon roll, never change. - Xe pats Alex's head lightly with one paw.

[gem] this is why I said no pokemon is useless if the battle is failing it's because of the trainer

[Doc] I agree absolutlely. They just need love and attention and tons of exercise.

[Herabrine] Is that why you're up at the asscrack of dawn jogging with yours lately?

[Doc] It's mostly the Goomy. Keeps it from trying to fight everything and everyone.

[Lie] - Sits back down with a sigh- Good Vulpix's

[Serperior] -gets closer to the regular vulpix-

[Doc] I don't know what to do with Strangled. But at least he isn't destroying the house. He just hates my guts.

[Herabrine] He hates the rest of you too.

[Doc] Gee, thanks.

[RVulpix] Hides away in Lie's arms-

[Serperior] -tries to nuzzle regular vulpix-

[RVulpix] Whines, it's very skittish and scared-

[Doc] Gem, I think the little fox is scared of your giant snake...

[gem] come here Serperior -serperior comes over and she pets them-

[Doc] Silver was having a similar problem, his Zweilus and his Sylveon don't get along at all.

[Lie] - I don't think that's the case, I think it's just scared of everything, especially after everything it's been through

[Doc] No I mean, it might be type difference too? Do grass types get along with fire types?

[Lie] - I don't know

[Doc] Lifts Yaunfen easily in hir paws and sits back on hir haunches to cradle them - This game is so complicated. I keep meaning to read up on this but never get more then one or two articles in.

[Glitchy] -Actually happens to be passing by, Shiny pokemon in tow.- Fire types have a type advantage, but if the pokemon in particular know eachother they can get along, but the grass type might be wary. -softly.-

[Deer] - Glitchy?  What are you doing here?

[Doc] Hey Glitchy! Come to replenish some PP?

[Glitchy] Just passing through? This kind of is part of my series... No, not today Doc. Just looking for a gift, is all.

[Lie] - A gift?  For who?

[Glitchy] One for Strangled, another for Purin. I already picked one up for Silver. -scuffs heel a bit- I was thinking of picking up a few eevees for shits and giggles too.

This message has been removed.

[Lie] - Purin?

[Doc] How many Eevee types are there Glitchy?

[aven] speaking of pokemon aven was looking to catch one

[Alexsezia] What was she wanting to catch?

[Herabrine] Something that isn't a water type!

[aven] bagon

[Glitchy] Another pokepasta. -pause- ... Not sure if she actually still counts, honestly....

[Glitchy] Well, currently there's about 8. Of course if you count glitched, you could have a lot more. I have a full set but really keep Flareon most.

[Glitchy] Why?

[Doc] Why would they not count as a pokepasta?

[Glitchy] Well she ended up taking the place of someone in the next generation and stopped their shit, I liked her. She was pretty cool. Gave me a Lopunny.

[Doc] Oh, so she's an NPC in one of the games?

[Glitchy] Takes the place of one, yeah.

[Glitchy] Hard to explain, really. But yeah. -Waves hand a bit- I'm here to hunt down gifts. Probably going to hop to a different gen after this.

[gem] like which one?

[Yaunfen] Tries to climb farther up on Doc

[Glitchy] Gen 4. Or, I could do any of the games just after this one like Emerald, Fire red or Leaf green...

[Doc] Yeah, I feel you... - Xe clambers out of the water and lays across a large stone. Xe puts Yaunfen up a bit so they can crawl all over their parent to their hearts content.

[Yaunfen] Crawls up into Doc's mane to settle down-

This message has been removed.

[Yaunfen] Flops closer-

[Glitchy] Been meaning to check out the Ranger games too...

[Sneasel] -Walks over to Doc to look at hir, head tilted-

[Alexsisezia] What's Ranger?

[gem] I use to have the first pokemon ranger game

[Doc] Looks back at the pokemon - You're an odd little one.

[Glitchy] A different version of the games but with different mechanics. No pokeballs, but there's this little device that lets you temporarily befriend a pokemon. Sounds very inefficient, honestly.

[Sneasel] Snee. -Pats Doc's face-

[Doc] Good pokemon. Anybody got a berry?

[Sweet Alex] I like befriending critters, sounds like fun

[gem] I do -holds one out for doc to take-

[Doc] Thanks- Xe slides a paw over to pinch it in hir claws and offers it to the sneasel, which has much smaller, but much sharper claws of it's own.

[Sneasel] -Scrutinizes the berry a bit before taking it and popping it into it's mouth- -Approving nod, turns and returns to Glitchy-

[Glitchy] If you want to try it, I could probably hunt down a catridge and a system. I like using those first so I don't find a messed up game.. -Shudders-

[Sweet Alex] Messed up?

[Herabrine] You mean like BEN's haunted copy of Majora's Mask, don't you?

[BEN] Shudders a little as he's feeding Hyrule-

[Glitchy] In a way, yeah. My game was pretty fucked up too. Really badly damaged games make me.. very sick. My own game was really glitchy. Really, really glitchy.

[Doc] A little bad code is fine, too much is nauseating, I agree. I once made the mistake of taking pixels from a deteriorated game. I was really sick. Scared the fuck out of me. I was homeless and friendless at the time.

[gem] -sink to the bottem on the spring and lays there before starting to make planet necklaces again while below the water-

[Glitchy] Honestly, considering the state of my game, I'm lucky I'm solid and wasn't any worse off than my eyes...

[Doc] Aww. I would have fixed it for you. You know I live to mend broken pieces.

[Deer] Notices that Yaunfen is fast asleep and giggles a little-

[gem] -the first one she makes looks to small to be worn but looks like its made of stars- hmm -puts it on her head like a flower crown it fits perfectly-

[Doc] Has been fanning hir tail tip to dry the hair and puts the warm fluff over hir baby. There's a bit of a rumble as xe purrs softly.

[Lie] - Do you think the guys are okay?

[gem] -starts to make crowns and make a one that looks the planets look like flowers and come up quickly to put it on lies head before going back down-

[Lie] Is surprised by the sudden weight on her head-

[gem] -is making more at the bottom of the spring-

[Herabrine] We'll come back to them all worn out from drinking and fighting and sprawled all over the damn spawn.

[Lie] - Hopefully CP doesn't try anything

[Alexsezia] I'd be just as concerned with Mb....

[Lie] - Good point

[gem] -makes another that looks like fish and water drops and puts it on hera's head  quickly before going back-

[Sweet Alex] Thankfully Gk is usually too busy playing with Endrea's babies to make mischef...

[Herabrine] What the Nether?

[Deer] - He certainly does love them

[Doc] Who knew he'd make such a fantastic uncle?

[Herabrine] Snorts- Unclebrine

[Glitchy] well, if that's all you've got to ask I should be going now..

[Lie] - Oh come on Hera, I bet if they could swim you'd play with them just as much

[gem] -makes one that looks like a bow and arrows and puts it on alexsezia's head-

[Doc] Glitchy? What do you do when your pokemon get burned? Is there something special?

[Alexsezia] That's weird... um, thank you Gem.

[Glitchy] A brn heal should work. Do you need one? I keep some on hand because flareon likes to burn everything .

[Doc] Yes please. In fact, if you can get me examples of the different healing medicines I'll trade or make you whatever you want for them.

[gem] your welcome -makes one that looks like it's made leaves and vines and put's it on deer's head-

[Deer] Giggles a little-

[gem] -makes one that looks like cookies and hearts and put's it on sweet alex-

[Glitchy] I couldn't accept anything, strangled would probably lose it. I'm already a filthy packrat as is. The bags are bigger on the inside so you can put shit like bikes in here. -starts taking out different potions, status healing things, and revives, handing one of each over while saying what they are for-

[gem] -makes one that looks like lighting and doctor crosses and puts it on doc-

[Doc] Thank you Gem. And if you're sure Glitchy. I can just make copies so I'm not leaving you poor for the giving. - starts clicking around-

[Glitchy] If I think of anything i could need I'll be sure to ask.

[gem] your welcome -makes a candy base one and put's it on yaunfen-

[BEN] Is rocking Hyrule- There, all fed and changed

[hyrule] dada wa-er baff

[BEN] - No, how about a horsie ride?

[hyrule] wa-er baff

[BEN] - How about the horsies?- Starts heading outside

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] - Horsies- He heads for the horse pen, the sight of the animals making his heart ache a little for Epona

[hyrule] baff

-A horse trots over to them and sniffs at Hyrule-

[BEN] - See?  Look, a horsie

[hyrule] baff

[Nia] Comes out- BEN, it has been a couple days...  And babies really should be bathed every day...

[BEN] Groans- Nia, I'm not giving him a bath

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] - No Hyrule, come on, let's get on the horsie- He enters the pen and carefully climbs onto the horse so as not to jostle his child

[hyrule] dada baff

[BEN] - Shhhh, no, now come on, I know you like to go fast- He urges the horse into a gentle trot

[hyrule] -is pulling at bens shirt- baff

[BEN] - Hyrule, no- They end up riding out past Lie's house and towards the village

[hyrule] baff

-There's a bit of a commotion as a giantic mammoth charges past BEN, there's someone clinging desperately onto it's back-

[BEN] Moves quickly to keep the horse under control- The fuck!?

- The mammoth turns and gives a light buck, kicking up it's giant feet as nimbly as a pony-

[BEN] Looks to see who's on it's back-

[Steve] Looks elated and determined with a clump of hair in each fist-

[BEN] - THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?

-The mammoth stops suddenly and turns to BEN, it's eyes are bright as stars under the hair-

[BEN] - Don't you fucking dare I will not hesitate to drown you, you overgrown ball of fur!

[Steve] No! It's okay! He doesn't mean any harm!

[BEN] - Normally I'd be laughing my ass off over this, but you ALMOST RAN INTO US!

[hyrule] dada baff

[Steve] Sorry. We were just playing.

[Mammoth] Pats BEN's head with it's trunk tip-

[BEN] Growls at it-

[Steve] Just laughs - You want a turn?

[hyrule] -trys to reach up ad grab the trunk-

[BEN] - NO! I'm trying to take Hyrules mind off of things

[hyrule] baff

[Mammoth] Lets Hyrule play with the tip of it's trunk.

[Steve] Oh, is he stinky again?

[BEN] - No, he's not!

[Mammoth] Snuffles and draws back with a pained expression. - Chuff!

[hyrule] -takes the trunk and wiggles it back and forth-

[Mammoth] Eyes watering-

[BEN] - Come on Hyrule, let's keep riding

[Steve] Yeah.... that's stinky-

[hyrule] -lets go of the trunk- wa-er baff

[Mammoth] You really need to get used to the idea of bathing him...

[Steve] Agreed.

[BEN] Almost falls off of the horse- THE FUCK!?

[Mammoth] Big grin with huge square teeth. - Looks like I haven't lost my touch... Your face was priceless.

[BEN] - Fuck off

[Steve] You're just mad cause he suprised you.

[BEN] Glares-

[hyrule] dada

[BEN] Attention immediately on his son as he speaks more quietly- Yeah?

[hyrule] baff

[Steve] Okay.... we'll go. We just needed to blow off some steam. I'd stay out of the village for now.

[BEN] - What did you do?

[Mammoth] They need some space...

[BEN] - And no, Hyrule

[hyrule] baff baff

[Steve] We told them about what happened to our NOTCH, and that meant telling them about Markus...

[BEN] - And I wouldn't want to see this, why?

[Steve] There's not much to see. They kinda split up into quiet groups to discuss their feelings. It's pretty subdued.

[BEN] Grumbles- No fun there

[Mammoth] We're you expecting a full scale rebellion or something?

[BEN] - Something

[hyrule] -sees the pond aqua is in and points to it- wa-er

[Mammoth] They do trust me and Steve you know.

[BEN] - No Hyrule

[hyrule] wa-er

[BEN] - How about we try Lightning again?

[hyrule] -points again- wa-er

[Flicker] Wanders up, She has three tiny creepers in her arms- Lord? Father?

[BEN] - Light-ning

[hyrule] baff

[Mammoth] Oh... sure, hang on. - The mammoth curls down and reforms into TLOT with a bit of fog fading around his boots.

[Steve] Gets gingerly down from his shoulders.

[BEN] Watches with interest as he rocks Hyrule a little-

[Flicker] I can't speak for the others, but I'd like to meet this... Markus. And I could use a bit of a hand...

[Creepers] making lots of unhappy fizzing sounds.

[TLOT] Of course Flicker. On both counts. What's wrong with them?

[Flicker] Upset tummies. I think they snacked on something they shouldn't have but I don't know what it was.

[BEN] - Don't they only eat dirt?

[hyrule] baff

[Steve] I have one of Doc's basic healing potions... - Fumbles a bit for the bottle-

[TLOT] Well fertilizer... and dirt...

[BEN] Groans- Hyrule....  No.

[Steve] Helps Flicker tip a bit of the liquid into each of their tiny frowning faces.

[hyrule] baff

[Creepers] tis tis tis

[BEN] - Come on, let's keep riding Hyrule

[hyrule] baff baff

[BEN] - What can I give you that would make you stop saying that?

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] Facepalms-

[hyrule] wa-er baff dada

[BEN] - How about no?

[hyrule] baff baff

[Arden] Is pacing around the spawn with a small phone - Why are you telling me this now?! When I'm.... Out of town! And I can't do anything about it?

[Splender] Is taking Pinwheel on a walk and notices Arden and tilts his head at Arden-

[Arden] Yes I know, I'm sorry we haven't talked much apart from chat... my webcam has been.. broken.

[Splender] Steps closer quietly, keeping pinwheel out of striking distance of Arden-

[Arden] What do you mean I can't tell anyone... this is amazing! Yes, I'm aware you almost got killed....

[Arden] Oh... yeah, I guess that would be bad, but... okay... okay... dammit... You're killing me here Ever... No, I don't know when I'll be back.

[Splender] From behind Arden- Who are you talking to?

[Arden] Hang on... I'll... call you back... I need to think about this anyway... fucking hell... - clicks the phone shut and runs his fingers through his messy red hair. - Splender... he's just a friend. Someone I met online a few years ago...

[Splender] - What was he telling you?  You're not as happy as usual...

[Arden] His.. girlfriend is into some really weird shit... fuck it, it can't hurt for you to know. She made some kind of monster and it burned their house down.

[Splender] - Oh dear, we should go help them then!

[Arden] There's nothing to help, they ran from it and left it in the dust. They're safely away but still... it's pretty horrible. Even though I know it was dangerous as hell... I almost wish I could have seen it...

[Splender] - Well...  Would you like to see your friend?

[Arden] No, it's okay... we've never actually met in person. And I don't want to just pop out nearby. Somehow I don't think his girlfriend should know about all.. this... Especially if she's preforming exorcisims on herself.

[Pinwheel] Bites Splender's tendril-

[Splender] - Are you sure?  It wouldn't be difficult at all...

[Arden] I think I'd be guilted into bringing them back here, and that would be bad...

[Splender] - Alright...  You said one of them was performing exorcisms?

[Arden] Yeah... she had some kind of inhabiting spirits. She's been making shells and filling them with the unwanted visitors in her mind. I thought it was just a psychosis but.... Ever seemed so genuinely scared, and after everything I've seen....

[Splender] - What do these shells look like?

[Arden] Different things. Birds, human shapes, one's kind of like Lapras without the shell. They're like animal shaped bags.

[Splender] - Interesting...  Can they talk?

[Arden] No. I think that was intentional...

[Splender] - Hmmm, oh well, either way, be happy.  Sour emotions don't taste very good.

[Arden] I'm happy they're safe. Fuck, I'm happy I'm safe.

[Splender] Laughs a little- Zeke is always really happy when you're around, his happiness is thick and rich

[Arden] He is a really good friend. He's shown me such amazing things.

[Splender] - Stick with him and he could probably show you more, just, don't ever run from him,, promise?

[Arden] Run from him? Oh-okay...

[Splender] - Promise me Arden

[Arden] Is rather intimidated by Splenders earnestness - I-I promise...

[Splender] Gives off a burst of happy energy- Good!  Now a promise is a promise so don't you dare go breaking it!

[Arden] Has a inadverdent flash of what Splender could do to him and swallows, - I wouldn't dare. Hey... um... I read something about your big brother and.. do you mind if I ask you a question about him?

[Splender] - Go right ahead!

[Arden] That old story about Slenderman taking peoples organs out and bagging them individually and then hanging the bags high in trees....? Was that actually him, or just a serial killer? And if it was him, why? Does Insanity get to him too sometimes?

[Splender] - Yes he does do that, either to scare any remaining victims or to act as a warning.  You can only do the same thing for so long before you start trying to figure out ways to spice it up a bit.  He doesn't do it as often anymore since he usually gives the organs to EJ now.  Plus it made the humans super wary of the woods, wondering just what could do that

[Arden] Shivers- no shit... I thought it was partly to show how tall he is by putting something super out of reach without leaving ladder or tree climbing marks or broken branches.

[Splender] - What else would you like to know?

[Arden] Do I even want to know who Ej is and why he would want human organs?

[Splender] - EJ was originally human like you, he was a med student who was, as far as he can remember, sacrificed to some sort of cannibalistic god

[Arden] Oh... I have experience with paranormal stuff, not so much with creepypastas. What do you guys normally do when you encounter monsters? Is it just a live and let live thing?

[Splender] - Most will leave my brothers and I alone, and others learn that the other pasta's are under our protection and so will not mess with them, this includes the proxies as well

[Arden] Did you already know about the manwolves that attacked my group?

[Splender] - I believe Offender mentioned them, tore them apart and made sure none escaped...  And then did his thing to them

[Arden] His thing...? Oh... No! I don't want to know! -shivers-

[Splender] - That's alright, I understand- He pats Arden on the head with a belled tendril

[Pinwheel] Bites at Slender twice in rapid succession-

[Pinwheel] Hisses at Arden-

[Splender] - Pinwheel no!

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #197

“HG Introductions”

[Yaunfen] Rolls into the blankets to snuggle-

[Doc] Comes back up the steps to find HG in the vine room. - Had to put the little one to bed, they've had a long day.

[HG] -notices the vine and tries to get to the top of them to water them but he can't reach-

[Doc] Um.... if you go back up on the balcony you can hit them from above.

[HG] -runs up and waters them the vine seem to get thicker and stronger as he waters them-

[Grinny] Was hiding behind some and runs out, now wet-

[Doc] Grinny! Oh, you're all wet! Come here...

[Grinny] - Fuck no!  Fuck off!

[HG] -finishes and all the vines are now stronger and more durable and starts watering the potted plants in the room-

[Doc] Aw, you like my bonzai garden? Don't make them too big, it kinda defeats the purpose. - Xe pulls a towel out of a trunk and tries to dry Grinny

[HG] -as he waters them the trees leafs seem to get fuller they don't get much bigger then that-

[Grinny] Hisses and scratches at Doc as he tries to get away-

[Doc] Stop that! Thankfully Grinny, I still have your sweater on me since it seems like the heat has receeded...

[Grinny] - I HATE THAT INSUFFERABLE EMBARESSMENT!

[Doc] But your fur hasn't grown back yet. I know you're cold. Oh HG, this is Grinny. Grinny, Herobrine the Gardener

[Grinny] - I'll be fine once I find Smile!

[HG] nice to meet you Grinny

[Doc] Oh, we'll find your buddy. But you need this for now- Xe pulls the black and green sweater on the cat.

[Grinny] Many unhappy noises-

[Doc] Don't be sad Grinny. You're loved.

[Grinny] - FUCK OFF!

[Doc] Hugs him anyway. - shhh

[Grinny] - And you!- Looks at HG- You can go suck a dick!

[HG] -starts tearing up-

[Doc] He doesn't mean it HG, he's just a rude cat. He's like this with everybody.

[HG] -is still crying-

[Doc] Oh, please don't cry. He's just mean. All the creepypastas are mouthy.

[HG] -calms down but is still sniffling he is holding his pail tightly it seems to be giving him comfort-

[Doc] Wags a finger at Grinny. - Look what you did. Don't be so nasty. He's new, and he didn't do anything but be polite to you.

[Grinny] - I don't fucking care!

[Doc] Gives his nose a bit of a tap- you should. Sorry Hg. He's had a hard life and he doesn't like people. He's had good reason to mistrust everyone and keep them at arms length.

[HG] -nods in understanding-

[Doc] I take it you've had good reason for mistrust as well, you seem so skittish. What happened to you HG?

[HG] I never had anyone I spawn and the steve and alex where mean and would destroy my garden till I finally moved really far and the seeds NOTCH came and tried to kill me that was the day I ended up going server to server trying to find somewhere I would be accepted and only ended up find people who wanted to kill me till I came here at least I run fast to escape

[Doc] Geeze... I'm sorry. At least you were able to get away safely. Your code looks clean from just a superficial scan. Are you errored at all?

[HG] I don't think so

[Doc] That's good. I know some of the NOTCHs can be a real horror show. And they have the gall to act like all Herobrine's are bad.

[Grinny] - Laaaaaaaame

[Doc] For shame Grinny, you've been on the recieving end of this yourself.

[Grinny] - Humph

[Doc] So I guess this will be a party of one. That's okay. You're always welcome to hang around here even if you decide to build your own place. But don't be suprised by the sheer number of brines here who brought a Steve or an Alex or both with them.

[HG] will they be nothing like the ones from my seed?

[Doc] What do you mean? Like griefers? They better not be and you tell me right off if anyone does that shit. Griefing and stealing are not allowed here.

[HG] If anything happens I will tell you.

[Doc] Is idly petting Grinny. - Hang on a sec. Types- Hey Deerheart? Where are you?

[Deer] Kitchen, helping calm down Steve...  There was a bit of an...  Incident

[Doc] Oh dear... come on HG let's go down to the kitchen. I'll get you some food too if you want.

[HG] sure but which way?

[Doc] Down here, just follow me-

[TLOT] Is sitting at the counter with a cup of tea.

[Steve] Is still upset but taking comfort from his friends.

[Deer] - Oh, we have a new brine?

[Doc] Yep, he snuck in but it's okay. He's a green brine like Lie. Herobrine the Gardner.

[Grinny] Bites at Doc's arm-

[HG] -Wave but is clearly both scared and shy and standing on the steps-

[TLOT] Charmed. After the last one, it's nice to have a nonviolent addition. I'm Herobrine the Lord of Tears, or TLOT and this is my hubby Steve.

[Doc] Ouch! Little shit.

[Grinny] - Serves you right

[Doc] I did nothing and you know it.

[Stevenson] hello

[ryan] -makes a calm roar-

[TLOT] Well come on down HG, have a sit. We don't bite.

[HG] -he doesn't sit down but instead starts to water the vines-

[TLOT] Do you want some food or drink at least?

[Doc] He's a bit nervous, but really likes plants. - Xe gives Deerheart a kiss - I had a busy day.... You mentioned an incident?

[HG] -as he waters the vines get thicker and stronger and as soon as he finishes those he is tending to the lemon tree-

[Deer] - Yes, some small creatures were set loose by NK, something from his seed that can apparently steal things from somebody's inventory

[Doc] More thieves! we'll all have to watch our stuff. And speaking of such, Grinny? Can I have my mug back?

[Grinny] - Fuck no

[Doc] Please?

[HG] -the tree gets a little bigger and lemons become more plentiful on the branches as he waters-

[Grinny] - No!

[TLOT] Nice trick! Those look great! Here, I'll make some lemonade- Plucks a few and goes for the sugar.

[Doc] Would you like me to trade you something? You only have one inventory slot.

[Grinny] Growls- Nooooooooooo

[HG] -waters it again and more fruit grows where TLOT picked them-

[TLOT] Leans over the counter and offers him a glass of the pale yellow liquid- here, try this.

[HG] -takes it then drinks it- it's different

[TLOT] I know! It's weird isn't it? Lie says it's 'sour'. Really caught me off guard! Don't try to eat the fruits raw unless you like your mouth all puckery.

[Doc] Oh come on Grinny, surely I have something you'd want.

[Grinny] - Fucking let me go!

[Doc] Fine. Mean cat. - Xe puts the be-sweatered cat on the table.

[Grinny] Darts into the next room where it's warmer-

[Doc] -sighs- Well at least he can't steal anything else while he has my mug.

[HG] there was something said about ghost pumpkins?

[Doc] Oh! Yeah, here, I'll show you. I don't have any planted at the moment though. Cp.. kinda kicked them all out of the ground and I haven't had time to replant- Xe pulls a snow-white pumpkin out of a chest. It has a carved face but the expression is different then the normal orange ones.

[TLOt] If you make a pie out of them and eat a bit it lets you clip through walls for a few minutes.

[Grinny] Is trying to get the coffee mug out of his inventory-

[HG] they seem strange I have never seen a white pumpkin before or pumpkins that could do that.

[TLOT] We've got quite a few unique plants here.

[Exeggcute] bumbles down the steps in a tight group-

[Doc] Case in point-

[Grinny] Finally gets it out and promptly works on vomiting into it-

[HG] that a plant? it looks like eggs... with faces.

[Doc] Silver says they're seed pods. And they'll become a walking tree someday.

[HG] -walks over to the Exeggutor and starts to water them-

-There's a bit of a rumble from the pods and the exeggcute start rolling around in a crazy way-

[Doc] What the heck?

[HG] -stops watering but watches what will happen-

[Exeggcute] scooch close together and there's a sudden burst of leaves and a sound like twisting wood-

-Exeggcute has evolved into Exeggutor!-

[HG] oh -waters the Exeggutor-

[Grinny] Barfs into Doc's mug-

[Exegggutor] thumps down on it's butt because the ceiling is low and knocks into Doc with the huge palm leaves on it's head. The faces are all on the fat tree like coconuts and grinning madly-

[Doc] From the floor- enough water!

[HG] -stops watering it- sorry

[Deer] Giggles- Aww, I've never seen a tree like this before

[Doc] Me neither! It's crazy looking, I love it!

[Exeggutor] Happy noises-

[Grinny] Trots off, leaving the mug full of coffee and vomit-

[HG] -reaches out to pet it's head-

[Exegguor] Is leaning and moving all over the place so all the heads get petted.

[HG] I have never been near such an alive plant that it will respond to being pet like animals

[Doc] It's a pokemon, they're quite interesting Japanese critters. We've got quite a variety of them around here. Let me see who's nearby-

[Doc] Does a low whistle that makes the Exeggutor do a happy shimmy in place.

[HG] -puts his pail back into his inventory and pets the exegguor with both hands now-

[Exeggutor] Wiggles it's big clawed toes happily.

-There's a bit of a skittering noise and wet sloorp-

[Stevenson] what was that noise?

[Galvantula] comes skittering in on the ceiling from the other room-

[Doc] My pet spider-

[ryan] -flops on to his back and wiggle his legs at the galvantula-

[Goomy] picks it's way down the stairs. Deerheart's Shaymin is helping it along-

[Galvantula] Goes for the tickle on the little dragon-

[HG] -goes over to shaymin and water them after seeing they have a flower attached to them-

[ryan] -makes playful roars as he's tickled-

[Shaymin] Does a little wiggling dance and there's suddenly sparse grass on the floor around it.

[Doc] Umm....

[HG] it makes grass?

[Doc] It purifies polluted land, and has healing powers. But it is sort of a plant itself.

[HG] -pets the Shaymin-

[Goomy] Bounces around the Exeggutor a bit.

[Shaymin] Gives a contented hum that seems to affect the already vibrant plants around it-

[HG] -seems really happy about the plant pokemon and plants in the room-

[Doc] You have a gentle touch with plants, it's nice.

[Galvantula] Flips Ryan onto it's back and goes running around the kitchen-

[TLOT] Chill! You're gonna break something!

[ryan] -makes happy roars from the ride-

[HG] the dirt stains on my hands, face, and clothes should be evidence enough to show just how carefully I take care of my plants I make sure the dirt is not to gravelly and is lose enough so it's not bad for the plants I am on my knees a lot

[Doc] Do you want some kneepads? That sounds a bit rough on your joints.

[HG] no my knees i'm good thank you though

[TLOT] So do you work with creepers too?

[HG] I would but they would blow up if I got to close trust me I tried

[TLOT] You'll love this then, hang on a sec-

[Violet] comes downstairs with Karen in hir arms. Xe makes a little salute before setting the wiggling creeper on the floor and sits down next to Steve.  

[Karen] Is sniffing around at all the new people-

[HG] -walks closer to Karen carefully hoping she doesn't blow up on him-

[TLOT] It's okay, she's defused. She took a suprise punch from me and got glitched out.

[Doc] I haven't felt the urge to examine the local creepers, but the ones from TLOT and Steve's seed literally eat dirt. Fertilizer to be precise.

[Karen] Is sniffing HG a lot because he smells like good dirt.

[HG] -waters Karen-

[Karen] Sneezes-

[Doc] Oh! Don't, you'll get her sweater all wet.

[HG] -stops- sorry

[TLOT] Makes sure Steve is okay, and walks over to them- This is what I thought you'd be interested in. Come on, give me a foot. - He reaches down to lift up one of Karen's feet- See for yourself.

-Under the creeper's foot is a slit of a mouth-

[HG] woah that interesting

[Doc] Here, - Xe pulls a dirt block from creative and crumbles it- Just hold your hand flat-

[HG] -holds it in his hands doing his best to keep his hands as flat as possible-

[Karen] Puts a foot on his hand and there's the feeling of two flat plates slurping up the dirt and a bit of moisture from a scratchy tongue licking his hand clean- Tis! Tis!

[HG] that felt weird I have never felt anything like that before

[TLOT] Let's the creepers leg go and they lean on him happily - It explains a lot I think. Why they live above and below the ground and why they walk so slow. They're nibbling as they amble.

[Doc] They're kinda sweet when they aren't blowing up in your face.

[HG] -goes to pet Karen's head-

[TLOT] One of our Testificates is like the creeper version of a crazy cat lady. She has a whole herd from our seed that watch over the village. They patrol outside the walls at night-

[Karen] Happy humming and little snaps like a wet fuse-

[HG] would they attack me I am not really good in a fight or defending myself just running away

[TLOT] The village creepers? Unless you're doing something that's obviously dickish likely not. But if you want to make sure, go into the village during the day and ask for Flickr. She'll introduce you to the whole gang formally.

[HG] I think I will do that I would like to avoid mobs accidently thing I was a threat

[Doc] I think some of them are getting the idea just to leave everybody alone because it's just not worth the effort. We're all on respawn, anyway. And of course-

[TLOT] Gestures to Violet- This is one of Steve's brothers, any skeleton wearing clothes is friendly and off limits, again as long as you're not obviously being a dick.

[Violet] Waves cheerfully-

[HG] -waves back- hello

[Steve] Is finally calm but he still looks a bit unhappy-

[Doc] So what was it that got loose?

[Stevenson] NK called it a light foot

[TLOT] Doc... it looked like... Steve's armor...

[Doc] Fuck.

[HG] -seems scared- are they dangerous?

[TLOT] Nk say they steal stuff. Apart from that he didn't seem to think so. But... it triggered Steve...

[HG] -hugs his pail tightly-

[Doc] Is the pail special too?

[HG] I spawned with it and this is all I have

[Doc] Well I can just- xe clicks at HG and suddenly they also have a pail. - I can put this copy somewhere safe, just in case.

[HG] -panics at tries to take get the second pail from doc-

[Doc] Whoah! Here- lets them take it. - Do want a stack? I can make as many as you want.

[HG] -is now hugging both pails-

[Doc]....

[TLOT] Do you just like buckets?

[HG] there not buckets they spray water more evenly in small streams

[TLOT] Like a little rainshower

[Exeggutor] Rolls over to expose it's belly-

[HG] yea it act like that except I control it

[Galvantula] pounces on Exeggutor with Ryan still on it's back-

[ryan] -roars playfully-

[Doc] Does it bother you if someone else has one?

[HG] I am confused how there are two now I first though some how with out me noticing you had taken it but now I have two

[Doc] I didn't take it, it's an admin function. I can copy items and make more of them.

[TLOT] It's handy as hell, we always have lots of food.

[HG] I never saw that before so I assumed

[Doc] It's okay, it's not normal. It's a thing that's meant for players that are super into building but not mining. I imagine Stevenson here has seen it before.

[Stevenson] players have done it before when they are in creativemode

[Doc] Yeah, I tend to phase in and out of it. But since I became a brine myself I don't have to worry so much about getting hurt when I'm out of it.

[HG] -notices that most pails are mostly empty he puts his hands above the open tops and a thick white liquid starts to come out of the middle of his palm and pour into the bucket-

[TLOT] ah, another very vital brine. You and I have something in common brother.

[Doc] His blood can heal.

[HG] really that's nice -as soon as the pails are full his hands stop poring out liquid-

[TLOT] As Flux says, we're all full of our own power. Mostly creativity. Ha.

[HG] -nods in understanding- if you want to copy one of these again and use it on plants you can if you like

[Doc] Thank you, - xe clicks again and suddenly has another pail in hir hands. - I'll hide this one in case of lightfoots, and leave the growing things up to you. You seem much better at it.

[HG] I think i'll end up making a large garden like I had before the NOTCH came and tried to kill me eventually and if you want me to grow anything I will gladly help

[Doc] Thank you. I'll make sure you have at least one example of all the unique plants around here-

[TLOT] Should I give him a hive?

[Doc] That's a great idea!

[HG] hive?

[Doc] Once you've got the plot paced out we'll set you up with some touchies. They'll help you grow things even faster. They're a type of bug.

[TLOT] They also make super sweet syrup as a by-product

[HG] that sounds nice I will make sure to take care of them once i'm set up

[TLOT] They'll also protect you if you're good to them. I've seen them swarm and literally pinch hostile mobs to death.

[HG] what do they look like exactly?

[Violet] Checks Steve to make sure he won't get upset-

[Steve] Go ahead brother-

[Violet] Taps on Steve's helm and there's a light buzz in the air as the six touchies that practically live in his helm fly out and circle the room lazily-

[HG] woah -is staring at the touchies with amazement-

[Doc] Minecraft plants like to only grow aggressively in the presence of active players. So these little ones stick close by and simulate the touch of a player. Hence the name.

[TLOT] But you can also make the syrup from their hives into a wine that makes it feel nice to be touched.

[Doc] It's damn good on pancakes too.

[HG] if I took the syrup wouldn't they be mad?

[TLOT] They always make more then they need. A hive block has three combs, as long as two of them are left full, you're good.

[HG] -smile- i'm glad I want to keep them happy they seem nice when they are

[TLOT] I like you HG. I'm gonna make you a ton of flitters for your garden. All the colors.

[HG] flitters?

[Doc] Another type of bug, but they're just for show

[TLOT] Does anyone have something small I can break?

[Stevenson] -checks his inventory- I a slime ball I picked up would that work?

[TLOT] Chuckles - a little wet, but that would do- holds out his hand for it

[Stevenson] -gives tlot the slime ball-

[TLOT] Fusses with it because it's a bit slippery but gets the pixels apart, he forms the bits into a pair of green flitters and shakes his hand to flick off the remainder so that it despawns. The little bugs are flat on his palm.

[TLOT] He pinches his nose bump and sheds a tear that splashes on the pair, after a moment their wings begin to move in a lazy way.

[HG] - slowly so not to scare them puts his hand near the flitters-

-The flitters crawl onto his hand and fan their wings-

[TLOT] Give them a sec to dry off and they'll be flying just fine.

[HG] -smiles- so pretty

[TLOT] I love making them, they calm me down when my anxiety gets the better of me.

[Karen] Is smiling as much as her down turned mouth will allow.

[HG] -stays still to avoid disturbing the flitters-

[Flitters] Rise up and circle his head a few times before landing in his hair.

[Doc] I think they like you already.

[HG] -smiles really big he really like them-

[Doc] You look calmer already.

[TLOT] They're all yours and I'll make more when you have garden space to let them roam about.

[HG] I am glad to have some where I am finally safe and not being chase or attacked

[Doc] Good. And just just yell if you get lost in the house. TLOT is psychic and my hearing is pretty good- grins-

[HG] thank you for all being so nice to me

[TLOT] You're most welcome. I think you'll really like it here, and I can't wait to see what kind of house you build.

[Doc] I'm betting moss cobbles will be involved.

[HG] I am not sure myself yet but I know I will have a huge garden to take care of

[Doc] Maybe you should raise it up? Do a little living area below and then a big island above with trees and water spilling over the edges?

[HG] that sounds nice but I will have to work on how to make it or any other idea maybe even a mix of idea

[Doc] At Stevenson- So have you and Alexine started your builds yet?

[Stevenson] yea we are working on it at the moment but it's taking a bit we decided to start with mine which is bigger because ryan will get big eventually and he likes cuddling so the upper floor is huge it's only a shell right now

[Doc] How big will he get?

[Stevenson] very to the point where his necks will be longer then my height and trees are just large flowers and flowers are grass

[Doc] Geeze.... you said he's smart right? I'd hate for something like that to be rampaging about

[Stevenson] oh yes so much before he is full sized I taught him to speak English and tends to avoid damaging things

[Doc] Oh good, I think a lot of us are going to have to expand our builds as the kids grow up- Xe pets Yaunfen wistfully.

[Stevenson] I had to when I first got him now I am building to be ready for it

[TLOT] You guys will figure it out.

[Doc] Cradles Yaunfen's cheeks- Are you gonna be bigger then me kiddo?

[HG] -is hold one of his watering pails with both hands as he looks up toward the flitters in his hair to maybe see them-

[Flitters] Stirs a bit and one of them flies down to investigate his pails while the other is perched delicately on the longest part of his bangs.

[HG] -is watching the flitter on his bang he is smiling happily-