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evanpeterspeter · 1 month ago

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Kinktober day 1

Pre death Kyle Spencer - First time - Lingerie

Cw: smut obviously, p in v, v!grin and so on

An: Day one in kinktober, hope you guys enjoy:3

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You and Kyle lived on campus, there were dorms and it was separated by gender. You wished you were the popular cheerleader who had all the boys drooling over them. Even though you were a “nobody” who just worked on art and sculpting, you were just as boy-crazy as the rest of them. You had the biggest crush on Kyle. He was the nicest out of the bunch of frats, the most charming, handsome, and just heart-flutteringly gentle. You hate to admit it but you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him. The way he flashes his charming smile makes your heart melt. “Y/n!” Your friend called. “You’re going to the party yeah?!” She jumped up and down flapping her hands mindlessly. you shrugged and looked over at the boys in the hall flirting and passing invitations. “Kyle is gonna be thereeee.” She teased nudging your shoulder. You instantly became flustered and turned a slight hue of red. “I-I don’t know yet..” You said hugging your elbows. “Oh come on, Y/n! It’s gonna be so much fun! We can totally dress up too!” You shrug in defeat. “Okay okay fine, I’ll go.” She squealed and ran out of the room in excitement.

You and your friend decided to go as a witch and a cat, which of course she took the role of the witch, so now you were stuck as the black cat. It wasn’t a bad thing it’s that you felt so.. Naked. You couldn’t help but get excited but crazy fucking nervous about seeing Kyle and what he might think of your “costume”. Your top sort of resembled the head of a cat and had white sheer sleeves and ruffles under the black material that held your perky breasts. A slight frill of the sheer fabric as a “skirt” and some thin stockings, that you wore pumped Mary Janes with. Your friend walked in and gasped. “Holy fuck, Y/n.. If I was Kyle, I’d fuck you right here and now.” You blushed and shook your head. “Okay, come on. I want to get this over with.” You said grabbing your small coffin-shaped purse.

Once you arrived at the party, all eyes were on you. You knew the outfit was very revealing, but you weren’t prepared for the beady, nasty eyes from the wrong crowd, Especially since you only thought about Kyle. You walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself some alcohol-spiked punch as you watched your friend dancing with the other frats and grinding up against them. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a small huff of laughter. “Hey!” You turned your head to the voice. It was Kyle. You froze and shed an awkward smile. You saw his beautiful dark eyes roam over your beautiful body. He looked back up at your eyes and noticed you were flustered. “Y/n, how are you enjoying the party?” Your uncomfortable smile became a genuine smile. “You remember my name?” He let out a playful scoff of misbelief. “Uhm..Yeah? I always notice you watching me.” He flashed a smirk. Your heart sped and you covered your flustered face with your hands. “Hey, hey I’m just teasing ya.” Kyle said with a gentle chuckle, softly prying your hands away from your face. He looked at your eyes then your lips, looking back up and placing a small bunch of your soft hair behind your ear. “O. M. G. Kyle!” Some blonde bimbo ran up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him away. “My favorite song is on!” She grabbed him, pulling him out of the kitchen to the main room. You let out a sigh.

“Hey, sweet mama.” One of the frat boys came to the kitchen and stood in front of you. He grabbed your bare waist and pressed his body against his. You let out a yelp and were trying to squirm away from his strong grasp. “Whoah there. Where are you going?” His breath reeked of alcohol and skunk weed. “Let me go!” You screamed as you tried pushing him away. In a flash, you saw a beer bottle smashed against that boy’s head. You flinched and yelped, covering your head in fear you were next. “Y/n!” There stood Kyle, he grabbed you, taking his letterman jacket off and placing it over your shoulders. “K-kyle.. I’m sorry.” You said on the brink of tears. “For what? Basically being sexually assaulted?! Absolutely not.” He grabbed his keys and looked at you. “You want me to take you home? You looked uncomfortable this whole time.” He spoke gently. “N-no it’s fine.” You said hugging your elbows and holding onto his jacket tightly. Kyle crouched down to your height and held onto your hips. “How about we head back to mine and we can watch some sort of Halloween movie and pig out on some cheap candy.” You felt butterflies when he placed his hands on your hips and your core tingle. You grew a wide smile and nodded. “If that’s okay with you.” You spoke softly.

You went back to Kyle’s dorm and put your purse by the door. “Make yourself comfortable,” Kyle said while grabbing some grey sweats and a loose-fitting shirt. You nodded as you sat on his bed, waiting as he changed. He stepped out of the bathroom in sweats and no shirt. You could see his soft-toned abs and his prominent V-line. You unintentionally bit your lip as he walked your way. He stood in front of you with his lower waist at your eye level. He pulled your bottom lip apart from your teeth and lifted your chin to look you in the eyes. “Eyes up here, Beauty.” Your breath hitched as you swallowed the lump in your throat. He let out a cute chuckle and plopped on the bed, opening his arms for you to crawl into. “Come,” Kyle said giving grabby hands. You giggled and crawled to him, being unintentionally seductive. You laid on top of his warm body, your barely clothed cunt against his thigh and your head on his chest. He grabbed you and as you guys watched Hocus Pocus, his hands roamed up and down from your upper back to your lower back rubbing near your ass. “Y/n, are you comfortable?” He spoke lowly. You nodded, clinging to his chest.

You could feel his member harden against your hip. You couldn’t handle the tension any longer, you grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling yourself up further, and placed soft kisses on his neck. He let out a soft gasp and clung onto your ass and waist as you left little nips and bites on his neck. You felt him roll his hips up against your thigh. “Y/n. Are you okay with this?” He said slightly out of breath. You lifted your head, pressing your weight on the palms of your hands that laid upon his heavy chest. “Y-yeah.. Are you okay with it? I-I don’t want to get ahead of myself, especially if you aren’t inter-“ Kyle interrupted you with his lips against yours. He sat up, cradling your body to his, as you sat straddled on his thigh. The kiss was messy but yet, so sensual. Almost like he hasn’t had much experience. You pulled away for a moment to catch the breath he stole from you. You watched as he searched your flustered face, with a faint smile upon his pink, dimpled cheeks. “Your lips are sweet like candy.” He smiled looking at your lips. You let out a playful whine and looked away. “Kyleeee, shush!” He promptly flipped you over, hovering over your fragile, yet beautiful curved body. You let out a small whine, naturally resorting to hugging your elbows. Kyle’s expression slightly sunk. “Hey, Y/n. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He sat up on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You gently pouted and shook your head. “Kyle.. I’ve uhm.. I’ve never had sex before.” You said feeling ashamed. Kyle tilted his head and smiled. “That’s okay, Pumpkin.” He pinched your cheek gently. “If you’d like, we can postpone thi-..”

You interrupted his proposal by wrapping your legs around his waist, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, and slamming each other’s lips together. You felt his hard-on press against your soaked core. He grabbed the bottom of your two-piece and lifted his head to meet your eyes. “May I?” You nodded frantically as he basically tore your flimsy bottom piece off your body. Kyle crouched on the floor beside the foot side of the bed. He gently spread open your thighs, looking for your approval, you nodded and shyly spread your silky thighs apart. Kyle’s eyes widened and bit his lower lip in hunger. You felt your face heat up like a million suns. “Does it look okay?” You said biting the inside of your cheek. “Okay? Baby, it’s drop-dead gorgeous. Just like you.” He pressed his tongue flat upon your sopping cunt, licking a strip up to your sweet bundle of nerves. You let out a loud gasp and grabbed the back of his head, grasping a fist full of his soft dirty blond locks. He flicked his tongue against your tender clit and suckled on it gently. You naturally felt your hips grind against his soft mouth, eager for more.

He pulled away from your aching cunt. “Let me warm you up, yeah?” You bit your lip and nodded. He collected your slick and slid one finger in, curling it up. After a few pumps of his finger, he slid in another, stretching you out comfortably before he helps himself to you. You clawed the sheets and let out small moans. “Mmmh, Kyle.” You said, enjoying his thick fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt. “Yeah Love?” You felt your heart melt with all of the pet names he’s given you. “I-I need you so bad, Kyle.” Saying that made Kyle’s cock twitch in neediness. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Kyle stood up and gently pulled you to the edge of the bed. “Please. Fuck me, Kyle.” You whined. He did not hesitate and pulled his sweatpants off, Kicking them in whatever direction. He leaned over to grab a condom and wrapped himself up. As he began to roll the rubber onto his shaft, he placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in a circular motion.

He leaned forward and lined himself up against your entrance. “Are you positive you’re comfortable enough for this?” He had his hands placed against your knees. “Yes, Kyle. I’ve waited so long for this, especially with you,” He smiled and looked red in the face. “Would it be weird if I said the same?” You shook your head no but right before you could respond, you felt his tip press into your entrance. You let out a whimper in slight discomfort but the burning stretch felt so good. Kyle placed his hands on the sides of your body, still pushing himself into you. As soon as he bottomed out he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Doing ok, Pumpkin?” You nodded as you held onto his neck. “Kinda burns. But it feels so good.” He chuckled lowly and started slowly thrusting in and out of you. You let out some unintentional, nasty pornographic moans. “Fuck, Kyle.. God you’re so thick.” Your soft praises made him drive for more, beginning to slam into your tight pussy. “Fuck, You’re so fucking tight. Mmmhh.” He exclaimed while pounding into your cunt. You had your head tossed back, tears sliding down the sides of your eyes, and your mouth agape. He lowered his hand, rubbing your clit in a swift circular motion. “K-kyle.. Fuck.. I’m going to finish.” You panted in between moans. “Do it for me, Beautiful.” You felt your lower belly turn that huge knot into a gushing river. You clawed his neck and shoulder blades like an actual cat. I guess you really stayed in character. The pulsing tight walls of your cunt made Kyle succumb to his orgasm, shooting his thick loads into the condom. His thrusts became sloppy and unorganized, as he eventually pulled out.

You were splayed out, almost angelic on his bed. Your arms were tossed above your head, boobs almost hanging out your top, and how your gentle curves lay.

“Fuck.. You’re so beautiful.” Kyle said with a big geeky smile. As he cleaned himself up he grabbed a new pair of sweats and his slightly used hoodie that was neatly folded. “How are you feeling?” He sat beside you, placing his hand over your damp forehead. You let out a small giggle. “I feel amazing.. Thank you, Ky.” Kyle flashed a smile and kissed your forehead. “I have some spare clothes, so you won’t have to sleep in a two-piece rag you call a costume.” He said teasingly. You gasped and smacked his arm. “Oh shut it, Fuck boy.”

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sex-storytime · 1 year ago

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Raven

It was finally Friday and I would once again charge forth bravely into the night searching for love or at least a good time; to embark with the boldest intentions and the most optimistic outlook. I wouldn't be so shy this time and I'd get out and meet people and have fun. I'd find love, or at least a lover right? Sure... Well at least I'd have a few beers and watch other more confident guys do just that.

My plan was the same flawless failure I've always employed: hanging out at the local bar! I liked to show up early, around 8:30 I guess. Many of the regulars were there early and you could cruise around and exchange greetings before the out-of-towners and once-in-a-whilers showed up and packed the place. Some people might think it was weird that I would go there alone, but I wasn't alone if I knew 10-15 people in the bar (which I usually did). I wasn't like a "Hey NORM!" kind of guy, but I did get "hey," and "yo" (which came with the obligatory 3-part handshake/finger-clasp/fist-punch 'homey' greeting), so that was cool...

I strolled in at my usual time, scanned the bar, and there she was. Whoah. There were times when for whatever inexplicable reason, stunningly beautiful women would bless the bar with their presence. She was a fine example. I could immediately sense the tension around her. At this point, the clientele in the bar was comprised of people in a relationship or hapless dorks like me. For now, her beauty helped radiate an aura of intimidation that kept everyone at a safe distance.

She looked to be about twenty-five. Her skin was porcelain which contrasted the dark waves of raven hair falling down to the middle of her back. She sat neatly cross-legged on the barstool wearing a silky brown number that was low cut in the front, even lower cut in the back, and only went down just a little ways past her hips. She wore sparkling high heels with straps that wrapped halfway up her well-toned calves. She had several large metal bracelets on each arm and her ears were adorned ornate feathered earrings. Freckles covered the tops of her arms, back, and presumably chest and face (I couldn't see that yet). I drank in the sight of her in the spare second I had while I was casually scanning the room. The next second, my eyes fell on her friend.

Ah yes, the ultimate armor: the heavier-set, shorter, but still kind-of-cute best friend. Now I'm no ladies man, but I know the setup. I've seen it plenty of times in this place. It was like watching National Geographic. The antelope must band together to fend off attacks from the pouncing solitary tigers. Now I immediately knew that gorgeous woman was way out of my league, but I relished the opportunity to watch her as well as the drama that was likely to unfold around her.

I bellied up to the bar down the way from her so I could see her face. Yep, she had freckles. She was very pretty though - big eyes. They looked green to me; maybe hazel. Then she smiled at her friend. Wow, nice white teeth - very pretty smile. The edges of her lips formed a cute little crease that betrayed the slightest aging of her skin. She then turned her head my way. Her eyes settled on mine for just a second, and her smile lingered for just a second, before moving on. She saw me. She thought I was worth a look. She did right? Okay, I wasn't really sure.

I mean, who was I kidding? Here I was, a thirty-four year old guy of average height. I still had my dusty blonde straw-like hair, wild as always. I've drunk plenty of beer in my time and had a bit of a gut to show for it. It wasn't too bad though. I hid it well by wearing hemmed button-up shirts and a decent pair of slacks. I dusted myself in Obsession (for men), and I'm sure that helped too. While I've always thought my face was kind of doofy looking I've had girls tell me I was cute in a Simon Pegg kind of way.

It didn't matter though; I wasn't going to try to talk to her. Not now anyway. Maybe, after I've slurped a couple more pints of liquid courage. Maybe, if I could get her attention again. Maybe... But for the time being, I just ordered a beer and made the rounds saying "hi" to my friends and acquaintances.

I ended up sitting with Linda and Gary, an older married couple. They were pretty cool. I just chilled with my beer, listened to the music (which was of the slower tempo, not-ready-to-light-the-dance floor variety), and occasionally stole glances at the pale beauty sitting at the bar across from me, back turned. I hadn't even finished my first beer when her friend suddenly got up, calmly grabbed her purse, and left the bar. I was a little surprised. Surely she was just going to the car to grab something, right? She'd be right back.

I downed the rest of my beer and headed back up to the bar. Maybe I could make eye contact again. Maybe I'd even figure out if her friend was coming back. I stood at the end of the bar and casually stared in her direction, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed very composed, but a little nervous too. The expression on her face was very... business-like. Wow, I maybe she WAS alone. Just then she glanced up and caught my eye again. She lingered this time, for a half second, maybe even a whole second. It was just long enough for me to start getting scared wondering who would break contact first. Her lip starts to curl. She was going to smile at me! And then HE slid in and cut off her view from me.

Cock block! Well, I didn't have any claim, but still... she was going to smile at me! Grrr... Instead she turned her head up and fired off the half-cocked smile at him. Great. I didn't even see him come in. I took a quick look around and realized that the bar was starting to fill up. He must've been a recent arrival. What a classic douche: over 6 foot tall, pink shirt with a popped collar, and a white baseball cap cocked to the side in that schmucky I'm-too-cool-to-wear-clothes-normally fashion. He propped himself up on the bar, scooted right into her personal space, leaned in, and started talking into her ear. I hated him already.

I tried to watch her reaction to him. She seemed mildly (or was it politely?) interested in him. He bought her a drink. It looked like a cranberry and vodka. She daintily sipped it through the two coffee straws parked in the ice. Alas... another fine specimen lost to douchebaggery. I ordered another beer and headed back to my table. By this time, the lights had been turned a little lower, the disco ball was lit up, and the dance music began cranking through the speakers. I really did think that Kanye West Gold Digger song was pretty cool – the first twenty times I heard it.

Linda and Gary got up a couple times to dance. It was always hilarious to see an older couple shaking it to hip hop and modern pop songs. Meanwhile, I kept tracking back to my prized eye-candy for the evening. She was still sitting at the bar. Her friend never came back. The douche was still hanging around too. Clearly, he was trying to monopolize her attention. She seemed polite, but I couldn't really tell if she was enjoying herself or not. It looked like she was still nursing the first drink he bought her.

As was usually the case, the more beer I drank, the faster I drank it. Needing another refill, I sauntered up to the bar. This time I boldly decided to park myself right next to her. As I looked around, I realized that the bar was getting pretty full. The bartender was literally running back and forth behind the bar to fill orders. Okay, it was more like a half-assed jog, but you get my point. Her back was still turned to me because the douche was demanding her attention, carrying on about something – probably the size of the stereo in his rice burner. So I just patiently waited for my turn to order, trying to look cool.

The bartender caught my eye and I raised my empty glass to indicate I wanted another beer. He starts walking over towards the tap when the douche flags him down with some other order. Damn! I got bartender-blocked too! Before I could mope to myself, I realized my luck had just turned. With the frat-boy's attention set on the bartender, the pale beauty I'd been admiring all night finally turned around and noticed me standing there. Those big bright green eyes sized me up and in a heartbeat she fired off that smile again. She'd been saving it!

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Um, hi," I responded in my best oh-yeah-I'm-cool manner. With her eyes on me, I looked over her shoulder at Pepto-Biff-Tannen and did my best impression of him trying to lean-swagger so hard against the bar while pantomiming the turn of an imaginary cap on my head.. She let out a little giggle and I smiled back, genuinely this time. Taking it further, I hammed it up pretending to flip up a non-existent collar while giving her the wankster "what's up" shrug of my head. She got her hand up to her face just in time to snort as sudden convulsions of silent laughter bounced her body up and down.

She locked eyes with me and then turned her head to take a knowing stare at Yacht-club-dropout who was still oblivious to our impromptu mockery. Her eyes flashed and that smile came firing out again. It was clear a mischievous thought had come to her mind. She pulled the straws out of her drink, gulped the rest of it, and set the glass down on the counter.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked me, looking me straight in the eye almost as if it were a command instead of an entreaty.

I was shocked. Really? She wanted to dance with me? What I really couldn't believe was that the next thought to enter my mind was, 'but I haven't gotten my beer yet.' Like waiting even another second for Preppy-Billy-Zabka to turn back around was advisable. Fortunately, I come to my senses quickly.

"Sure," I replied with an air of faux nonchalance, setting my empty mug down.

I took her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Lost Without U by Robin Thicke was playing. Perfect. As we get onto the dance floor, I realized how tall she was. I'm 5'10, and with those heels, she was just a bit taller than me. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, content to dance close to me. I put my hands on the small of her back and leaned in to smell her hair. Mmm... very floral, perhaps a hint of vanilla. I breathed it in deeply, feeling it stir jittery butterflies in my core. One of her hands slid down my back as she stepped in a bit closer. A trail of goose bumps burrowed its way down my arm.

After about a minute of this pure bliss, she leaned back a bit and smiled, "Sorry about dragging you out here like that. I really needed to get away from that guy."

Yeah, it was a REAL inconvenience to have to dance closely with such an attractive woman. "Sure, no problem," I replied casually.

Reminded of the alpha-jock-archetype, I glanced back over at the bar to see him leaning back watching us, clearly fuming. "Yeah, your man-friend back there doesn't look too happy."

She tilted her head back a bit and rolled her eyes, "Ughh," before stepping back in to dance close again.

We dance for a few moments more. As I watch her expressions, it was clear was scheming about something. Then, as if an epiphany struck, her eyes lit up and she smiled that big, deadly smile at me, "Hey, can I ask you a favor?"

Anything. ANYTHING! I'll do anything for you.

"What?" I ask.

"Would you be my boyfriend?"

Huh?

"Your boyfriend? Wow, you move fast," I replied almost hoping she really did move that fast.

"No no no silly... You know..." she made air-quotes with her hands in front of my face before wrapping them back around my neck, "a 'boyfriend'. So I don't have to put up with creeps like that guy back there."

Oh... a pretend boyfriend. Got it.

"Oh I see what you mean," I replied pausing, only not to seem too eager, "Sure, I can do that."

I'm all smiles now. Of COURSE I can do that. When the song ended, I lead her back to my table and we sat down with Gary and Linda. I politely flagged down the waitress and ordered the next round of beers and cranberry-vodka.

We talked. I learned that her name was Brandy and recited 'Brandy Brandy Brandy!' a thousand times silently in my head to lock it in. I also learned that she was a receptionist at a local business that sells parts for industrial manufacturing or something like that. She revealed that her friend had to leave because she worked early the next day. Brandy was going to leave too, but it'd been so long since she's been out that she decided to stay. She leaned over and told me she almost regretted the decision because of the pink-narcissus. It turned out that her polite attitude towards him was just that: being polite to some random creepy guy.

I started rattling off some of my euphemisms for guys like him and she snorts again in laughter. "Ha ha!" she giggles, putting her hand on my leg, "Pepto-Biff-Tannen! That's hilarious! He kept going on and on about all the offroading he does, blah blah blah."

I also learned that Brandy was no slouch in the drinking department. It took her nearly an hour to finish her first cranberry and vodka. It only took her another hour to finish the next three. With each drink she became more open and vibrant. She laughed more often. She touched me more often. I didn't know if she was simply maintaining the ruse of us as a couple for onlookers, or if that's simply how she was. Mr-Overcompensates was still prowling around the bar. He'd moved to hitting on other women, but he was still keeping an eye on us.

And then Sexyback came on over the speakers and she DRAGGED me out onto the dance floor. Immediately, Brandy turned around, backed up her tush and started repeatedly slapping it against my pelvis while lifting her hair with both hands and letting it fall onto her shoulders. She was having a great time. More importantly, she was having a great time with ME!

At this point, I just tried to stand there and look cool, maybe swaying a bit to the beat. There was an audience of other men watching her, lust in their eyes. Other couples were on the dance floor, but the spotlight might as well have been on Brandy.

She turned around, placed her hands on my sides and went into a full squat. Perching on those heels with her legs fully folded, she parked her face right in front of my crotch. Now I had sprung wood the moment her rear had slammed into me the first time. It couldn't be helped. I'm sure she knew. How could she not? And now she was taking a good look at her handy work. On her way back up, she nudged my belly with her head, waving her hair all around. I looked down to see a lustful, pouty, open-mouthed look dancing on her face.

It was a very sexy routine. I couldn't tell if she'd practiced it before. Her technique wasn't flawless, but her enthusiasm was excellent. I put my arms around her and pulled her in close for some more intimate dancing. I ran my hand up her neck through her hair and then wrapped it around her head, massaging the lobe of her ear with my thumb. I wrapped my other arm around her and held her close. Our hips worked frantically, trying to grind the beat into each other. My manhood was at full attention and lasciviously pressing itself into her belly. She had to know it was there and seemed to relish focusing her rhythmic bodily contact at that point.

We ground our way lustily through the next song as well. Sometimes we changed position, but we were always rubbing hips. It was like we were having sex... with our clothes on... with an audience. Thanks to Brandy's provocative gyrations, I had a few moments where I wondered if I could 'contain' the excitement boiling in my pants. The dancing was hard work too. Pretty soon we had both built up a steady moisture and were wiping sheen from our brows. She looked much sexier doing so than I did.

When the song ended, we got off the dance floor and she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek. Then she laughed and said, "That was fun."

The musk of her glow had combined well with the scent of her perfume. She smelled intoxicating. It was like she'd been switched on. I imagined that she would smell equally great after making love. Hell, we'd just practically made love in all but the penetration and climax.

As I lead her back to our table, I couldn't help it. I had to blurt it out, "I like you. You're fun."

My sentiment came out completely childish, but she just smiled back and said, "I like you too!"

And so the night went on. She laughed at my corny jokes and when a good song came on, she dragged me back out onto the dance floor for another workout. When the DJ called last-call for alcohol, she was clearly disappointed, "Oh... So soon? But I'm not ready to go home yet!"

As luck would have it, I knew of an after-party that a couple of the bar-regulars held routinely. I was a little leery of suggesting it to her as I knew we would be greatly outnumbered by other guys, but it didn't matter. As soon as I mentioned it she jumped at the idea, "Let's go! Can you drive?"

So we decided to go. I could tell upon arrival that Brandy was not impressed. The house had a very run-down frat feeling to it. She stayed close to my side as we walked into the shabby living room and I exchanged greetings with a few guys I knew. Then we grabbed a couple cans of Icehouse beer (yum-yum! – NOT) and parked it on one of the beat-up couches. She sat on my lap and wrapped an arm around my neck. Based on her trepidation, I wasn't sure if she was really that into me, or just leery of EVERYONE else at the house. There was dance music playing and a few of the girls who showed up were dancing/stumbling around in the living room. Brandy seemed content to stay seated on my lap, rocking a bit to the beat. Of course, her proximity and steady rocking motion guaranteed my perpetual hard-on would last, frustrated to the early morning hours. There was no way she couldn't have noticed, but she never said anything. Instead, she just continued smiling and nuzzling her butt into my lap.

The upbeat energy of dancing and drinking at the club had not carried over successfully to the afterparty and before long, I could see the late hour and the alcohol taking its toll on Brandy. She'd curled her legs up and was resting her head on my shoulders. As much as I enjoyed the cuddle and stroking her long dark hair, my concern for her wellbeing eventually took over.

"Had enough fun for tonight?" I inquire, brushing a strand of hair away from her pretty face.

It wasn't meant to be a loaded question, but I was almost hoping she would say 'Not yet! I'm saving the best for last!' or something to that effect. Instead, she just nods her head and mumbles out an "Mmm hmm."

"Ok," I whispered close into her ear. "Is it okay if we leave your car at the bar for tonight?"

"No car. Took a cab."

"Oh, okay. Well I can drive you home if you want. Where do you live?"

"Aw... can't we go to your house?" she purred, running her finger down my chest.

Suddenly, I had gone from 'boyfriend' to BOYFRIEND. I feel a little guilty because I know she'd had too much to drink, but how can I refuse an offer like that?

She seemed to come alive suddenly and stood up off the couch reaching her hand out to me. Then she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "Come on loverboy! Take me home!" which drew immediate ogling "Oooooohhh's" from everyone in the vicinity. A couple of my friends gave me the whistle-wink-thumbs-up routine, knowing that for me to leave the party with a pretty woman on my arm was a rare thing indeed.

So I grabbed her jacket off the couch and hurried her out of the house to a cacophony of catcalls. She giggled the whole way. Once we were in the car, she turned to me, leaned over, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.

"I had soooo much fun tonight! Thanks!"

"You're welcome," I replied warmly. "I had fun too."

Then her mood quickly turned sad. "I have a confession to make though," she frowned.

Uh oh, here it came. "What's that?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and sighed loudly, "I have a boyfriend."

All I could think was, 'What the fuck?'

"You mean other than your current 'boyfriend'?" I ask, referring to myself.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. ...I do. He doesn't like to go out," she sighs again, "I had a great time though."

Me too. I was certainly disappointed, but compared to any other Friday night in my life, this was still a top-tier evening. So I sucked it up and tried to make the best of it.

"Oh... so do you want me to just drive you home then?"

"Um well, he thinks I'm at my girlfriends tonight... Would you mind if I stayed with you?"

"Um..." I stuttered, not sure what to think.

"I'm sorry if I'm putting you out."

"No, it's okay. I don't mind," I replied, trying to hide my confusion. Why had she told me she had a boyfriend and then asked to stay over? Was this her way of politely backing out of any further intimacy?

"Okay, okay... but NOTHING's going to happen," she said while wagging her finger in a no-no pattern, "You understand that right?"

Sure I understood. I had a universal signal I briefly pondered giving her replete with a nice boot out the car door. 'Think about that while you're walking home!' But I couldn't do that. I was a nice guy, and up until this point, I'd had a really fun evening. So I just mentally prepared for the inevitable frustrating end to our evening and replied as politely as I could.

"Yeah, sure. I even have a spare bedroom."

"You do? Perfect! Thank you so much! You're so nice to me..."

Nice? Uh oh. Friend Zone.

The drive home was quiet. She cuddled up and turned away from me in her seat and appeared to be asleep. When we arrived at my house, I had to open the door and help her out of the car.

With her arm around my shoulder and my arm around her waist, I helped her inside and up the stairs. Despite the recent turn of events, I still got goosebumps from feeling her pressed against me and smelling her hair.

"You have a nice... house," she mumbled.

"Thanks," I said as we crested the stairs.

I got her into the spare bedroom where my mother would stay when she came to town. I hadn't washed the sheets yet from Mom's last visit, but at least the bed was made (thanks Mom). I flicked on the light and showed Brandy in.

She looked around and smiled, "This will do nicely."

With that, she shuffled over to the bed, sat down and began undoing the straps of her high heels. I stood in the doorway, ready to offer assistance if she needed it. She didn't. A moment later her shoes were off and she stood up. For the first time tonight, she was shorter than me.

Then she looked at me, smiled, and reached down to grab the hem of her dress. In one quick motion she flipped it up over her hips revealing a lacy blue thong beneath. It was happening so quickly, I didn't even think to turn away. A couple of wiggles later, she had the entire dress up over her head, exposing a cute lacy blue bra lifting up her small, pert breasts. The dress fell to the floor and she immediately set about unfastening her bra. It fell away easily as well.

There Brandy stood before me wearing only a tiny thong. Her demeanor suggested that being nearly naked before me was perfectly normal. She made a big show of stretching as she lifted her arms over her head and yawned, her breasts rising and falling before me. Then winked at me, turned around, wiggled her tush, and began peeling back the covers on my bed.

Then the show was over as quickly as it had begun. She climbed into the bed, pulled up the covers tight, and let out a long sigh.

"Can you turn out the lights?"

"Okay, um... goodnight then."

"Night night!"

Bewildered, I turned off the light, closed the door, and shuffled off to my own bedroom. It was 4 am by this time, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Instead, I just laid in bed thinking to myself over and over, 'What the hell? There is a beautiful, nearly-naked woman in my own house yet I'm sleeping alone. What the hell? We danced. We hugged. I smelled her perfume. I played with her hair. She flirted with me the WHOLE time, yet here I am still sleeping alone. WHAT THE HELL?'

My thoughts wandered to her innocent little strip tease, the image of her lithe, fabulous body was burned into my brain. I imagined that instead of turning me away, she had continued to tease me. After undressing, she would lay back on the bed and begin rubbing herself through her panties while tweaking a nipple with her free hand.

"I had so much fun tonight," she would say. "Dancing all night, holding you close. Rubbing up against your hard cock..."

Then I would go to the side of the bed, sit on the edge, and watch her continue to rub herself and talk dirty to me...

"Yes, I know I made you hard... and I liked it. I kept you hard all night, rubbing my ass against you on the dance floor... Sitting on your lap and wiggling against your dick. I could tell it was big too. I liked that."

I would say nothing, instead continuing to watch her hand rub circles on the front of her panties. Maybe I would put a hand on her leg and gently pet her thigh...

"I've been wondering all night how your cock would feel in my pussy. Rubbing and dancing and holding you close... It's made me so wet. Can you see it?"

She would then lift her hand away from her mound, grabbing the top of her thong and pulling it tight against her sex. It was quite evident that her pussy was engorged, soaking through the front of her panties...

My lewd thoughts of Brandy had finally become more than I could stand. I had my hand down in my boxers, gently stroking myself as I fantasized about what would happen next. I was getting pretty into it when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Brandy's almost child-like voice called out my name tentatively.

Embarrassed, I whipped my hand back out of my boxers and rolled over onto my belly. Like modesty mattered at this point.

"Yes?" I replied.

The door opened slightly, and through the shadows I could make out her sticking her head in.

"It's really cold in there."

Then I remembered that I had closed the vents in the ceiling of the spare bedroom to save on heating costs. "Oh, right... I'm sorry. The vents are closed. I can open them for you." I started to get out of bed but then hesitated when I realized she'd see my tented, wet-spot appointed boxers.

Perhaps she misread my hesitation, but she saved me. "No, that's okay," she said, slipping inside the doorway with her arms folded across her naked chest. "I was actually... I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you?"

A thousand questions ran through my head, but I only needed one answer, "Um, sure."

I saw her figure hurriedly approach in the moonlight as I pulled the covers aside and made room. She climbed in quickly and snuggled up against me. Eager to touch her again, I was surprised by how cold her skin was.

"Brrr..." she shivered.

I wrapped my arms around her and we settled into a spooning position. Once again, her butt was pressed into my crotch. A little chagrined, I wasn't sure what to do or think next. Do I just try to fall asleep with this gorgeous woman in my arms? Do I make a move? Would I be taking advantage of her? What the hell?

"Hmmm..." she purred, "You're warm."

And with that, she went still. Soon, her breathing becomes the measured in and out of a woman comfortably asleep.

I laid still with her in my arms for as long as I could. Though it was probably only minutes, it felt like I had held myself politely still for hours. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. I slowly began to run my hand down her thigh, lingering on her butt just long enough to caress it and then back down again.

I did this for about two minutes before she sighed and rolled forward onto her tummy. My hand froze, but her breathing stayed calm and measured. So my hand began wandering again, down her thigh and then up over her cute little butt to caress her back. I continued tentatively exploring Brandy's body, savoring the feel of her smooth naked skin.

I heard what I would have described as a contented mumble as I slid my hand back down her back. Her butt wiggled slightly and her legs spread apart. Her skin had quickly gone from cold to warm.

Emboldened, I took extra time caressing her butt on the next pass. I even went so far as to grab a handful and squeeze gently.

I was just about to move on to caressing her thigh when her hand snaked out and slapped mine.

'Uh oh,' I think to myself, 'I'm in trouble now.'

But instead of admonishing me further, her hand moved off of mine and down between the fabric of her panties and the fleshy crevasse of her butt. Grabbing a bunch of material, she yanked her thong upwards, pushing the lips of her sex aside as her wet gusset slid between.

She let out a contented sigh as I watched her, frozen with nervous excitement. After a brief tug, her hand let go, went limp again, and then slowly retreated back under her pillow. I was so surprised I didn't move, unsure of what had just happened. Was that deliberate or was she acting out in her sleep?

I slowly moved the covers aside and looked at her in the moonlight. I could barely make out her lips peeking out of either side of her stretched thong.

I was so entranced by the sight of her sex in the pale light, I simply sat there and stared at it. Moments passed quietly as I gazed upon her, transfixed. As if she had become impatient, her butt started to wiggle again. Snapping back into the moment, I took her gesture as an invitation. I reached my hand back down to caress her butt. My touch was met with a muted sigh of contentment.

Encouraged, I moved from slowly from rubbing her cheeks to slipping my fingers down under her thong, just as she had moments before. This elicited another contented sigh as my fingers immediately felt her wetness. I used my pointer finger to peel aside her thong while my middle finger caressed her sex.

I felt her hips shift as she pressed subtly back against my hand. What sort of game was this we were playing? Was she really asleep and reacting as if in a dream, or was she merely pretending to be asleep as part of some odd ploy to avoid responsibility for whatever was going to happen next? Either way, her body very much wanted me to continue. As I slipped my hand further down into her crotch, I used my fingers to spread her sex. It opened easily: wet, warm, and inviting.

Holding her thong aside with my thumb, I began running my two fingers up and down her labia. She continued subtly gyrating her hips and moaning softly into the pillow as I stroked her pussy and slipped a finger inside. Keeping my right hand working on her sex, I used my free hand to prop myself up onto my knees and straddled myself over her.

My hardon had never subsided, but my need felt more urgent now than it had all night. I fished out my erect penis from the slit in my boxers and began lazily stroking myself as I continued to administer to her wet, increasingly needy crevasse with my now sopping fingers.

I was incredibly turned on by our "unconscious" role play. I wanted to be inside her so badly. Would she allow the game to go that far? Was it what she wanted? At this point, what could it hurt to try and find out? I gently slid my fingers away from her sex, painting a wet trail on her bare as cheeks.

I paused a moment to see what she would do when I stopped playing with her pussy. For a few moments: nothing. Then I heard a muffled whimper as her ass wiggled again. She wanted more.

I sat up a bit more so I could work my boxers over my hips, springing free my engorged prick. I then carefully worked my underwear down past my knees and off. Brandi continued to whine and wiggle her tush almost as if she knew what I was about to do and couldn't wait.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it a couple more times as I squatted back down onto the back of her thighs. I aimed myself at her exposed sex and rested my head just above the entrance to her vagina.

She wiggled her butt again, swirling my cockhead around in her juices. I worked my hips with her gyrations to prevent her from slipping inside her. The thought of teasing her now seemed like a mild form of justice for the way she'd teased me all night. More than that though, I really needed to know for sure that she wanted me inside her. I needed to know I wasn't about to take advantage of a passed out young woman who only seemed to be enjoying my ministrations.

"Tell me you want it," I instructed calmly. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right now."

Silence. Her hips continued to jiggle, coaxing me on. I continued resisting, pulling back if her moist lips got too close to drawing me in.

"Say it...," I commanded now.

This time, her hips stopped moving. There was a long pause...

"Mmmm... Fuck me baby...," she relented in a passionate whisper.

That was all I needed. I relaxed my hips and slid forward slightly. As I did so, my dick finally breached the divide between teasing and fucking as my cockhead slowly eased its way into her. Brandy's hips didn't move, but I heard her exhale a long, contented sigh.

She felt wonderful. Already sloppy wet from our tease-play, her vagina accepted my manhood with a warm, snug embrace. I carefully eased myself forward, savoring every bit of her depth as I slid myself to the hilt. Aside from her sigh, Brandy was silent and motionless. Her body seemed completely relaxed with nary a tight muscle to be seen or felt. I slid myself back out just as slowly, observing the moist sheen she had deposited on my dick.

I started to steady my pace: slowly in, slowly out. I wanted to take my time enjoying the lewd circumstances of our joining. There she was like a ragdoll, letting me pull aside her thong and fuck her all while acting oblivious to everything that was going on. I continued caressing her butt and pulling on her thong as I slid in and out. Despite my best intentions, I began quickening my pace. Her pussy was coating me with her juices and the sight of her ass crack totally exposed was such a turn on, I couldn't help myself.

Before I knew it, I was fucking her properly; thrusting in and out. Though still relaxed, Brandy's breathing had intensified with my strokes. A slight vocalization escaped her lips each time I drove it home almost as if I was pumping life into her. By now I had given up the pretense of "sneaking sex" without "waking" her. My hands were gripping her butt tightly to steady my rhythm. I was breathing heavily. The whole bed was shaking. The headboard was smacking against the wall.

It felt so good. I knew I would not be able to last much longer. Only now did it dawn on me that, since I wasn't wearing protection of any sort, she might not like it if I came inside her. There was no time to make a reasoned analysis of my options, so I settled on breaking my silence again and giving her warning.

"Oh god baby! I'm going to cum soon..."

That elicited an immediate moan as if the anticipation of me fully "violating" her was going to push her over the edge. Her body curled a bit as she tightened her grip on her pillow.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

I took that as permission to spill my seed inside her and pulled off the throttle a bit. I changed up my quick pumping for longer, deeper thrusts; each one prompting a complimentary "ugh" from Brandy muffled into her pillow. At the precipice of ecstasy, I shoved deep into her one last time, pressing the head of my cock up against her cervix. I tensed my muscles holding off the coming release for as long as I could. A moment later, my orgasm overcame that fickle barrier and exploded ejaculate in deep, forceful bursts against the walls of her sex.

"Ummmm..... cumming!" I warned her, a bit too late.

She was already reacting to the sensation of throbbing head releasing semen. Her hips began bucking more wildly than ever before, trying to milk the last bits of pleasure from my cock.

"Oh God yes! Adam! Yesssss!" she screamed as if waking from her self-imposed stupor.

Adam? My name's not Adam.

I refused to ruin the moment though. Her body started shuddering. I held her quivering ass tight, keeping myself buried deep in her as she rode out wave after wave of orgasm. Eventually the bucking of her hips subsided and her head rolled to the side. No longer muffled by the pillow, she took a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.

"Mmmmmm...."

Her eyes were still closed, but I could see the crease of a slight smile on her face. Enjoying the moment, I caressed her body once more. I massaged her butt, rubbed my hands up and down her back, and then down the sides of her thighs. Brandy's only response was goosepimples. Then I slowly drew myself out. She shuddered one last time as the tip of my head left her sex and then she went still again.

Exhausted, I fell back on the bed beside her. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but damn it sure felt great. I just hoped I had read her signals properly. The grin plastered on her face suggested that I had. I wasn't sure who Adam was though. Did she think my name was "Adam"? Was that her boyfriend's name? The questions swirled in my mind for only a moment. As the euphoria of sexual release began to wear off, sleep quickly claimed me.

I woke up the next morning and found her gone from the bed. "Oh crap," I thought to myself, remembering back to the deeds of last night. Had I done something wrong? Where had she gone?

Just then, I heard the toilet flush in my bathroom and I saw her come out. She was now fully dressed and seemed to be in a giddy mood. In her hand, I spied what could only be the wadded, soiled material of her thong.

"Hey there sleepy-head!" she greeted me, sitting on the edge of the bed politely keeping the hand holding her thong out of sight.

"Hey," I reply as nonchalantly as possible.

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night. I really appreciate it."

"Sure, no problem."

"You know, I had the weirdest dream last night," she intoned sarcastically.

"Oh?" I said, playing along.

"Yeah. I dreamt I was having sex with my boyfriend. He was massaging me, toying with my pussy, and then he fucked me REALLY good from behind."

Adam must be her boyfriend then. "Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm. It was pretty hot. I'm sorry if I got weird or moaned out loud in the night or anything..."

Not sure how to react to that, I just went with: "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway... I just wanted to check and make sure we're cool right?"

"Of course. Absolutely."

"Good. It must've been a pretty good dream, because I totally soiled my panties."

On cue, she offered up the evidence dangling her thong by the waistline on one finger in front of me. I could see could see the cloudy soiled gusset clearly in front of me. I said nothing.

Brandy continued, "Clearly I can't take these home with me. What would my boyfriend think if he saw these?"

"Uhh..."

"So I'll tell you what. Why don't you keep these," she said tossing her panties in my lap, "and we'll keep whatever happened last night strictly between us, ok?"

Who was I to argue with that?

"Sounds like a plan."

"Good. Now you just rest up and I'll get out of your hair. My cab is waiting downstairs."

She had already called a cab. Great. It was a relief to be so summarily untangled from whatever mischief we'd gotten ourselves into last night, but at the same time I was a bit chagrined to know I would likely never see her again.

"You didn't have to do that. I could've..."

"No, it's better this way," she interrupted. "Thank you so much for everything last night... and I do mean EVERYTHING. I had such a good time..."

I heard two distinct, impatient toots of a car horn outside.

"That's my ride!"

She got up, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. She looked me in the eye and gave me another one of her great smiles. Then she spun around, was out the door, and out of my life.

I looked down at my lap to the ragged blue thong. I picked it up and examined my handiwork. The mess wasn't anything a good washing couldn't cure, but I doubted that was the point. This was a memento to do with and savor however I pleased and a reminder of the crazy party girl who let me fuck her in her "sleep". Of course she had been awake the whole time. These panties were a token to let me know everything was okay.

I lifted them up to my nose and smiled.

#Raven #freckles #one night stand #Fucking #sleeping beauty #sleep sex #Pick up #his perspective #pick up artist

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short-black-diamond · 1 year ago

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OMG I THOUGHT OF THIS AND I KNEW TO SSK INSTANTLY BEFORE I FORGOT!! 🩷

OM! Brothers reactions to mc who they dont know them too well and they sleep in longer than Belphie tehehe (then it turns out the slept that long because of jet lag? Jet lag? Relem hopping lag? Tehehe)

Sorry for so many requests ;^;

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Oh noooo😭😭😭

I feel sorry for all the people who have that, I hope you guys are alright and that your sleeping rythm is alright...

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MC who sleeps in longer than Belphie?

Lucifer was a little puzzled when he found you in your room. You were sleeping soundly, with a cozy blanked over and around you, and hugging one of your stuffed toys.

Your face however, showed some dark circles under your eyes, your brows furrowed, and your skin was rather pale. You looked very tired, even though you've been sleeping for more than ten hours.

He had to believe Mammon more now. It was the avatar of greed, after all, who said: "If ya don't believe me, then look for yourself! That human sleeps just as much as Belphie!"

It also didn't really help that you were not really a talkactive person as you rather kept to yourself, and the brothers didn't know you that good because of that.

Now, he sighed as he thought of a plausible reason as to why a human like you could even sleep that long without having to use the restroom or eat something.

Asmodeus stepped in because he needed some money from his sugar daddy oldest brother, and stumbled upon him examining you. The avatar of lust chuckled. "Oooohhh, does our little Lucifer have a feti- Ouch!", he yelped when Lucifer hit him with a rather hard pillow.

"Silent. I am thinking of a reason as to why MC is not awake yet. I mean, we don't know them very well, but still. I'm sure the normal human body can act just perfectly with just 8 hours of sleep."

Asmodeus rubbed his temple in pain as he thought as well. "Maybe they are doing some beauty sleep?"

Lucifer sighed. "I don't know...maybe? But let's have them sleep for a little longer before we wake them up."

...

Mammon grinned internally when Lucifer subtly apologized. Satan stepped into the kitchen where Mammon and Lucifer conversed. "Shouldn't MC be awake by now?", the blonde muttered, and Mammon looked at Lucifer.

"Yes, they should, but they are still asleep. I don't know why though."

Satan looked at the book he brought with him. "I don't know if this could be of use...but the book I'm currently reading tells something about some people who sleep in because of jet lag. It is when the sleep-rythm gets bothered when a person is in a jet, flying between continents and thus different time-zones, which messes up the rythm.", he explained and Lucifer made an "ah" sound in understanding.

Then he stepped into your room.

...

"...h-huh?", you grumbled as you stretched yourself. Lucifer stood before you, and he looked at you as you raised your arms. He had a concerned expression.

"Are you alright, MC?", he asked in a gentle tone, and you felt weird for some reason.

Lucifer was actually still a complete stranger, and it just...well, it made you feel weird, but you liked the feeling.

"Yes, I guess I just dozed off from swapping from the humanworld to Devildom.", you said softly, still a bit drunk from sleep, and the eldest brother nodded in understanding.

Just then, Leviathan stepped in with an excited grin as he pointed towards you. "I knew it! You're living the life of (insert a very long manga name which describes protag with jet lag)! ...I-I hope that you're okay though...", Levi muttered shyly when he felt Lucifer's stern glare on him.

It felt nice having people worry about you. You wish you could say the same to the people from your home...

"Thank you. I feel a lot better after my nap. I hope I didn't sleep too much?", you asked, as you yawned.

Lucifer looked at the watch on his hand. "You slept for nearly fourteen hours.", he stated, and your eyes widened.

"Whoah...", you chuckled with a concerned face, and Beel stepped in with some food. "I brought some snacks. I thought you might need it after nearly sleeping for more than half a day.", he murmured, and you thanked him with an excited grin.

"Really?! That's so nice of you! Thank you, Beel!", you exclaimed happily, and grinned even wider.

Beel gave you a close-eyed smile as he began eating a hamburger while you bit into a healthy salad. Leviathan ate some sushi while Lucifer dismissed you guys to attend to his duties.

'Living with you might be a little worrying, but at least you weren't loud...', Lucifer mused to himself as he thought about your behavior and lunged into his paperwork with a small smile.

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Heyyy I hope this was okay! I didn't put in Belphie because as I said in my last Obey me! post, he's a lil shit and I don't like him.

so please don't reuqest stuff where he's involved, or I'll intentionally ignore it. <3

Read you guys in the next post!

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ashmp3 · 1 year ago

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my fit meeting zaynab for the first time #REAL #EXCLUSIVEFOOTAGE

😭🤍🙏

#I WINNN okay first of all when i saw these i was like beautiful ig model what’s new and then i realized wait this is ZAY. My jaw was on the #floor to put it simply because how do you just wake up and decide your gonna look like those beautiful girls #in vintage locket hearts people keep like sooo first love of you sooooo so gorgeous i’m not joking you look unreal #the hair the face the accessories the VIBE everything is just impeccable truly left me speechless #and imagine ME being speechless i had people fighting with me over the sharpness of jeonghans teeth but here i was like hehe… hihi… Whoah.#anyway also this is sooo those photo booth pictures again of people being in love kissing and laughing and being so so beautiful like these #give off those vibes. You are inspiring me to make a moodboard #pretty friends #i feel like this deserves like PRETTIEST FRIEND tag but i won’t say much 🤷🏼‍♀️

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annaberunoyume · 8 months ago

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Human!TTTE au: A Drunken Confession and an Old Iron's Song

James (drunk out of his boiler): (After Thomas and Percy helped him walk back towards Tidmouth Dormitories. He wobbles towards Edward, who is trying to get him in his (James's) bed.)

(Rather loud yawn) E-Eddie...I'm sleepy...(hugging a blushing Edward) And cold...(He just slams right onto his bed, taking Edward down with him)

Edward: Whoah!

(Thomas and Percy holds back their laughs as best as they can)

Thomas: Looks like you have a new bunk mate...

Edward: Very funny, now help me, please. (Thomas tries to pull James off, but he holds on like a vice, whimpering)

James (slurred): Nnnooo...Stay...'Love you...Eddie.

(Thomas, Percy and Edward gasps in time)

(Edward is stunned...looking down at James...Who huddles into his neck)

Edward: Bust...my...buffers...

Thomas (whispering): Maybe he didn't mean it, Edward...He drank a lot, tonight after all.

Edward: (frowning in uncertainty) Maybe you two should go...I'll take care of him...😳

Percy: Okay. (Places a trashcan close to the bed, just in case. He and Thomas tiptoes out of the bedroom.)

(A moment passes, then James stirrs.)

James: Eddie?

Edward: Sssh...Go back to sleep, James. You're safe.

James: Hmmm...I can't sleep...Can ya sing? 'Might help...

Edward: 😳 Me? Sing? But..but what?

James: 'Nything...I love ya voice...Please (sighs and peeks at him with miserable, sleepy eyes)

Edward: Alright...(He fixes James's jacket to act as a blanket. Then...he ponders for a song. He finds it.) We, three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts, we travelled so far...(humming a part) Following Yonder's star...

James (Looks in awe, then sighs in bliss, kissing Edward's chest (just a peck) as a thank-you)).

Edward: (Gasps then looks down at him, just as he huddles into him, almost cooing...He looks like a happy child...Despite the strange situation, Edward cannot help but smile warmly and keeps on holding him, getting more comfortable and stroking James's back.) Born, a king on Bethlehem's plain, gold, I bring to crown him again. King forever, ceasing never over us all to reign...Ooh, star of wonder, star of night. Star with royal beauty bright, westward leading, still proceeding... (He slows his song to an halt...He realizes that his major crush is right there in his arms...and that maybe he will never get that chance, again. He slowly kisses James's forehead. The latter humms and sighs, leaning in...)

Guide us to thy perfect light...

Good night...Splendid.

(Edward sighs and allows the heavy weight of James to trap him on the bed...But it is not exactly a burden...In fact...The warmth of him pressed against him and his even breathing begins to lull him into stillness as well... His eyes saddens as he wonders if James did mean what he said, tonight...Does not matter...He will not hear him.)

I...I love you, too.

(He curls around the red-coated, taller engineer and almost sniffs from sadness...But he pushes it away to enjoy this proximity and this serenity...Just for tonight, for sure...A splendor does not need an old iron...Right? Soon...Edward sighs and relaxes completely...Bathed in James's comforting hold...And the sounds of nature about Tidmouth...)

THE END

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heidiamalia · 7 months ago

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2 + 17 for the fic ask meme :)

okay so for some reason as tumblr does i guess i just never got notified you sent me something for this AHH

okay here goes -

2/ a fic you’ve re-read several times

oooooh gosh gotta run it back to my og's like an honorable mention because this one was one of those core memories, but beyond this point the series itself is just ash in my mouth.

the fallout by everythursday

Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

i was lucky to download it when we still had access to the sacred texts [rip H&V] - but i'm sure ao3's got some orphan account with the numbers out there if ever the interest arose.

313k of war and smut and figuring shit out and it absolutely changed my life.

as a bonus to this question because now i feel bad its not a solid rec -

His Name is Stede - mercess [@spaceshipkat]

Ed never planned to see Stede Bonnet again, but after he learns Stede has been captured and is on his way to a short drop and a sudden stop, Ed declares no one gets to kill Stede but Ed himself. If that doesn't go as planned, well, Stede is far more wily than many give him credit for.

Or perhaps Ed is just a lying liar who lies.

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Ed’s breath caught, like a fist closing around his throat, at the sight of Stede there in the brig, wringing his hands and squinting through the shadows. He looked tired and weak, more like the sickly version of himself Ed had first met after he was cut free of the noose aboard the Spanish ship.

Most unfairly of all, he was still the most beautiful man Ed had ever seen.

if ever at all i can convince a person to witness [or endure, i know who you are, no pressure] this show, this would be the fic to have you be like whoah, okay, maybe. a post-s1 where i gasped when appropriate and shouted when i probably shouldnt have [3am rereads, i mean, yeah.] - reading this one with my heart in my hands gained me a deeply wonderful new friend along with it.

17/ a fic you wish you could read again for the first time

ughhhhh kastle fanfic writers are no fucking J O K E. we knew this.

what is left but a broken man - idekman

He's surprised by the amount of flowers at her grave.

He shouldn't be, really. Although Karen didn't have friends - or at least, not many. Murdock. Nelson. Ellison. And he was her boss before anything else.

He'd thought they'd been friends, too.

I kissed her, he thinks, a little desperately. It had just been on the cheek but he had hesitated, stayed there for a moment with that heat and that floral warmth that somehow radiated from her even in the chill air, and that had meant something. He thought it had. He had thought that, perhaps, she understood – understood that he couldn’t give her everything he wanted to, that he wasn’t ready, but that maybe some day he could be. That if he could ever have an after, he would have –

The thought is too painful to finish.

Karen Page is dead. Frank goes looking for her anyway.

i went into this one feeling like my heart was gonna be broken the whole fucking time but fuuuuuuck.

being able to walk with frank as we saw him discover karen in georgetown, in fagan corners, in his HEART! oh gosh i remember hitting this link and d e v o u r i n g this deep, sharp claw in to my chest with a grateful feeling.

ask me about the fic rec meme!

#heidi answers #it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined #ask games #fic recs #dramione #our flag means death #kastle

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jpitha · 2 years ago

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Weekend on the Human/K'laxi starbase is a time for relaxation. The starbase really doesn't need a weekend, the perception of time is completely arbitrary. But, both species like a regular progression of days, weeks, months, years.

By complete coincidence, Humans and K'laxi have a similar circadian rhythm. K'lax has 30 (human) hour days, where Earth has a slightly shorter 24. The Xenni theorize this is why they get along so famously. "They might as well have come from the same planet" they will grumble.

On the starbase, early on it was decided that every two days out of 10 is "the weekend" and everyone - who isn't currently assigned to urgent Starbase needs - can pause their work and relax. Many chose to congregate at the Common Area that the humans built when they came. Partly a park, partly a gathering space, partly a playground, the large, high ceilings, real plants and windows to the warm sun around Zen'm'gan's Reach lend a small amount of natural beauty to the starbase.

Kerry and his friends are sitting around a table, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Kerry is just coming back from a vending machine, bringing juices for everyone.

"Hey everyone! Mary, they were out of cranberry, so I got you pomegranate, hope tha---whoah woah!"

Kerry bobbles the bottles of juices he's carrying, and one slips out of his grasp. His left arm shoots out and catches it, seemingly without him directing it.

"Hah! Good catch Kerry!" Mary cheers. "Yeah, pomegranate is fine." She takes the bottle of juice from him.

Watching this whole interaction is their friend Elemii, a K'laxi who works with Mary in Starbase Systems as an analyst.

"How did you do that Kerry?" She asks

"Do what?"

"Catch the bottle, it fell out of your arms, but then it was almost like you had another arm and caught it"

"I don't know Elemii, I just did it. Good reflexes and proprioception I guess."

"Proprio-what?"

"Proprioception. It's a body's ability to know where their limbs are without looking."

"That's wild, we don't have that!" Elemii said, fascinated.

"Sure you do. You can't move around if you don't." Countered Mary. "Here, do this. Close your eyes."

Elemii squeezed her large, expressive eyes shut.

"Okay, now, touch your nose"

With her hand, Elemii reached out, swung her arm around wide and easily touched the tip of her nose.

"See? If you didn't have proprioception, you couldn't do that. It's also how you can do things with your eyes closed, and know you're doing them right, like eating food with your eyes closed or pressing buttons without looking, things like that."

"Huh." Elemii opened her eyes and looked at her hand. "But, how you caught that bottle...I don't think we have reflexes like that."

Kerry took a sip of juice "Maybe, but it's a similar system. Ours might just be like, more turned up because of our world." He thought some more, and said "Might also be related to throwing and catching."

Now Elemii was adamant "I've seen you do that, I know it doesn't come as easily for us. Our shoulders aren't set up the same way. We can throw and catch, but with you it's practically innate." She sat back and made a face. "Jim tried to teach me how to throw a frisbee, it took me forever to grasp the motions and even then, I can't throw it very hard. Meanwhile, he was just effortlessly tossing it across the field. If he was trying to flirt, he was doing a bad job of it."

"Yeah, that sounds like Jim. Wants to make everything a competition." Mary nodded and reached into a pocket and took out a pack of playing cards. "Okay, so we're continuing where we left off on our Bridge tournament. Elemii, it was your turn to deal..."

#humans are deathworlders #humans have proprioception #everyone has proprioception #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space capybaras #sci fi writing #writing

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a-wins-a-win · 10 months ago

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okie so ur guy finally got around to watching Bare : The Musical (mouse!! why?? because!! I love comparisons <3) and anyway. thought I’d document my thoughts

tldr; I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Bare: A Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways.

it gets a bit long so under the cut, if you wanna skip the dot points i summarise/reiterate down the bottom of the post

okay no but the photographic memory detail is kinda interesting. kinda sad in a lot of ways too if you think about it

the audio quality is Not It so forgive me if I don’t pass judgement on any of the songs

“Jason you act every day.” “I didn’t fool you <3” they’re cuties // they are SUCH goofballs here! they’re so dumb! teenageboycore if there ever was! I love them <3

it’s so WEIRD to hear a lot of these lines out of order / in a different context

ALSO the lack of singing during auditions is throwing me off

“Do you think your sister’s bi?” “…” “Bipolar?” I laughed—

Matty Patty babey boy!!! he’s so… he’s so something. idk if I like it yet. im very used to introvertedly anxious Matt but this Matt is such a lil cutie

WHOAH OK Portrait Of A Girl is way early

but I think I like a lot of the lyrics - “You don’t have a clue / what she is doing with you / what she is doing to you.”

actually no this is a crazy interesting take on Matt & Ivy and I’m OBSESSED with the way we get to see Ivy’s actual introspection on it in this context

ohhh okay. so it’s That kind of basketball team situation for Jason (+ Peter !! goddamn they really hate that kid)

the art class is a fun character device ! (also I’m screaming over the Math Book exchange)

i am intrigued by the Romeo & Juliet casting in this version ngl

I knew that they merged the Nadia & Lucas characters (lowkey I hate it! I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia + inevitably the McConnell dynamic) but it’s still weird to see it . That said “Out Of Your Mind” [as best as I can approximate what the song’s called??] is kind of a vibe

he was named after Peter Pan r u kidding ?? i am so so intrigued to meet Claire Simmonds in this version now

ohhh nooo I am having FEELINGS over Best Kept Secret (as I always do) but DAMN

“If the word were different and if wishing made it so […] I’m trying just as hard as you!” jason mcconnell you will be the death of me

im SICK why is everyone so MEAN in this version

EMO PUPPY DOG MATTHEW LLOYD I LOVE YOU

^ also goddamn that whole scene was An Exchange. interesting take

“You Don’t Know” is beautiful tho*

“I hear ya.” “Do you?” any glimpse of snarky/sarcastic Peter is a relief (not sure that I’m quite here for this Peter characterisation) . Also the Peter-Diane friendship is somewhat iconic

JASON is the birthday bitch!! that’s. something.

oh okay! this Portrait Of A Girl/Boy reprise is so intriguing to me. this version of Ivy in general is so intriguing to me

snarky Peter Simmonds you are everything to me <3

i miss ‘Are You There?’ hopefully it comes back to me later, I am desperate to see this Peter & Matt have a meaningful conversation

i could honestly not discern most of those lyrics but whatever they replaced 911! Emergency! with seems unnecessarily extravagant? for very little payoff

“Peter did you learn the entire script?” “Maybe.” no I love that for him though. i’m struggling because I like a lot of this Peter’s little character MOMENTS, but OVERALL I don’t like him

again the lack of singing is throwing me off

“I’m NOT your boyfriend!” OWCH

“Your world might not stop!” ohhhh okayyy i am. going a bit insane. over this mcsimmonds.

EVER AFTER !!! EVER FUCKING AFTER !!! (or whatever this version is officially titled)

what is the general consensus on Jason having Role Of A Lifetime?? bc aside from the title not making thematic sense for his character... idk it could just be the delivery but i don’t hate it

i am Not Here for the Nadia-likes-Matt subplot, tbh. i think it’s silly.

there is something so so desperate & violently destructive about this Jason - and it isn’t even like. hidden behind this facade of effortlessness that Pop Opera Jason puts up, if that makes sense?? (yes I am upset that he kissed Ivy first even if it makes sense for this version of Jason)

what an act 1, ngl. I am so anxious for act 2.

oh ok that’s a bit cute

“What if I told the world your story? / What if I told them what you’ve done? / What if I went and shared your secret? / What if I let them know I’m someone?” OH OKAY!!! this Peter is A Character!! and he’s fascinating!!

“I am gonna win… yep, I promise.” oh ow okay that hurts

“What If I Told?” [again guessing at song titles] is doing irreparable damage to my psyche /pos and I can feel it happening in real time

oh shit! i forget that they’re not even roommates in this version!

i feel like this version of the story (or at the very least ‘Touch My Soul’ or whatever it’s called here) is really capitalising on the Ivy-Peter similarities in the way the characters are being played

ARE YOU THERE? <33 WHY ARE YOU SO LATE IN THE STORY???

“Are you there? What did I do wrong? / Tell me and I’ll fix it, get us back where we belong.” screaming crying throwing up what the FUCK

disappointed in the lack of patt meter tho ://

NO BC THIS CONTEXT!!! of Sister Joan putting Peter in!!! i actually quite like it!! i kind of hate the stagings where they have Peter like. butt in, for lack of a better phrase to use. bc that’s so uncharacteristic for him, I always read that scene as he’s stage whispering the lines/doing the motions for Diane to follow along with and he just sort of ends up in the Actual Scene accidentally

ough. the mcconnell siblingsism… it’s missing and it makes me sad

“I don’t wanna be here anymore.” OH NO OH NO I DON’T NEED TO BE THINKING ABOUT THE TRAGEDY OF PETER’S SUICIDALITY NEXT TO JASON’S SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES AND THE WAY THIS STORY PLAYS OUT !!! IM GONNA BE SICK !!

“God Don’t Make No Trash” isn’t my favourite song in the show or anything but I do miss it a bit, even if the replacement song works for Sister Joan + this Peter

ok no now I’m upset do we just not get to know anything about Peter’s mother at all in this version?? look with this version of Peter I don’t feel like she’s a necessary piece of his character/story but still. would’ve been nice

“I have plans, I’m not that girl.” // “If I can’t, then why should he?” Ivy !! i am back and forth on this Ivy! i like a lot of it but I also don’t like a lot of it, those lines tho are so everything to me

“So talk to him.” “We don’t. Talk.” rip to the mcconnell siblingism. like I suppose it makes sense? given the vague family dynamic this musical gives us, but still. I miss them <\3

there is something so physically painful to me to watch Jason have such obvious emotional stress fractures

the lack!! of singing!! is so wild!!

oohhh this Matt is so fucking vindictive - “Is this just another thing you’ll try for the day?” SCREAMING

OH FUCK OKAY

oh I’m gonna be sick watching this meltdown

again!! the absolute sick dog violent desperation radiates off Jason generally but FUCK ME it’s so bad here - like I really truly believe that in that second right after Cross that this Jason made the decision to kill himself**

love the R&J costumes in this version tho ngl, they’re a bit cute

oh shit he’s really just. Dead. like obviously he’s dead in the Pop Opera as well but without Queen Mab it really does just feel like. you blink and he’s gone without any sort of buildup/unravelling

i feel like they definitely tried to recycle a bit of the early versions of the Father Flynn storylines for Father Mike here - like they don’t explicitly go for the queer angle but it feels a little bit alluded to, imo

the fucking bookending!!! i’m such a sucker for that shit

oh. okay. it was certainly A Watch - definitely interesting! full of odd character choices I didn’t love, most notably the basketball team and the way that side plot played out, also the merging of Nadia & Lucas’ characters. I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia’s character, the McConnell twins relationship, Nadia & Peter’s relationship, & I like Lucas as a character (& a plot device) so it really feels like a lose-lose situation. And I would’ve liked to have Peter’s mother at least alluded to, especially given how much more Sister Joan seems to fill a motherly role (and it would’ve made sense thematically! Given his hypothetical conversion with Jason’s mother in You & I, coupled with Diane’s whole spiel about her mom being her best friend - it’s a missed opportunity imo) (even tho as established for this characterisation of Peter it’s not quite so necessary)

that said! credit where credit is due - I am supremely intrigued by the characterisation of… okay most of the cast now I’m thinking about it. Would definitely like to do a comparative character breakdown (let me know if anyone else would care for that at all).

Emo puppy dog Matt Lloyd you are so special (it’s such a silly way to play him!! the show all but eliminates the academic part of his and Jason’s rivalry and THAT makes me sad bc I think it would be so so interesting to play into the rivalry more with this Matt and this Jason - but the way Matt & Ivy’s relationship exists in this version of the show, the absolute lack of any academic focus At All [which?? like they are At School, that SHOULD count for something] and even the play part feels somewhat lacklustre in so regards to the Matt vs Jason element, which again I think is a mark against B;TM)

as I said above - I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways. Which is another point - it’s so so crazy to me that The Musical is the adaptation of the Pop Opera, not the other way around. Which kind of sucks! because I think making it into a book musical, not a sung-through show, does give a little more breathing room for character & relationship work and development, but it just seems ill utilised, to the point where it doesn’t even seem to match the Pop Opera, let alone improve/expand on it. Because all the extra dialogue time had to be spent on reordering the story beats so we ended up losing time with the characters in a way.

or at least that’s how it read to me - obviously I am not a professional reviewer/critic so don’t take my word for it, I just wanted to talk it out. or shout it out into the void, as my tumblr may be. if you read this whole thing?? shoutout to you, I love you <3

#the ass quality audio made this somewhat difficult. if anyone has a version that doesn’t sound halfway underwater it would be appreciated #LISTEN I hear y’all when you say it’s not as good as BAPO and I believe you!#but I love to compare and contrast. so.#* worth sacrificing the Pop Opera characters of Nadia & Lucas for? idk. probably not.#** of course the whole Two Households but still happens - which is I guess Jason trying to bargain and like. delay the inevitable. -#but I truly think that I’m the second after Cross Jason’s suicide was pinned to the universe’s cork board #as I say credit where credit’s due I did like several things about the musical! it’s just. second fiddle to the pop opera (for good reason)#yeah. if anyone else has thoughts throw them my way bc I definitely think it’s an interesting comparison #mouse talks bapo #bare a pop opera #bare the musical

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disorganizedkitten · 9 months ago

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Rena

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 797 | Ao3

When Alya's sisters get Akumatized, she wants to help but doesn't have much power to. Until a feather lands in her phone.

“Alya Césaire, I am Plume Reign. Your heroes can’t fight on their own. Let me give physical form to your will to help, and they may still win this fight.”

“Really? How? Are you like a reverse Hawkmoth? Are you going to be helping Coléoptère Rose and Chat Noir from now on? How did you get your Miraculous?”

“Alya we don’t have time for this! Yes or no?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Mental links do that sort of thing,” Plume answered resignedly. “Are you on board or-”

“Yes!” Alya yelled. “But can I get an interview later?”

Plume shook her head from her hiding place. “I’ll maintain the link whist we fight, and I’ll answer as many questions as I can, but I don’t think I’ll be able to provide an interview anytime soon.”

“Aww.” Plume could feel Alya’s disappointment, but that was quickly overtaken by wonder when her fox spirit formed.

“Whoah.”

When the fox formed, Alya really only had one thought in her head. Rena.

“Lead her to the others. She will help you,” Plume informed her through the mental link.

Alya nodded. “Rena! Come on! We have an Akuma to catch!” The giant fox tilted it’s head at her, then knelt.

“Uh, Plume?”

“She wants you to ride her. You’ll travel much faster that way.”

“Alright!” Alya touched Rena’s nose, finding it surprisingly solid. She walked over to Rena’s side and pulled herself up. She got a solid hold on Rena’s neck, and patted it. It seriously even felt like fur. “Ready Rena?”

Rena took off.

“THIS IS AMAZING!!!” Alya screamed as they raced across Paris. Riding Rena was like riding a rollercoaster on steroids. Rena ran faster than anything Alya had ever ridden before, and she kept stopping to bite off the hats of any Sapotis that came within her radius.

“What is that?” Coléoptère Rose asked, staring at the giant orange, black, and white fox that had just skidded to a stop in front of her and bitten off the hats of ten Sapotis at once.

“Another Akuma?” Chat Noir offered.

“But it’s fighting the Akuma….”

“Guys! Guys! Look what Plume Reign got me!” Alya called, leaning over the fox’s neck. “Look at this beauty! She’s amazing!”

“Plume Reign?” Coléoptère asked. “Who’s that?”

Alya paused. “What do you mean? Don’t you- Oh.” She quieted for a bit, and then nodded. “I can pass it on!” Alya slid down the fox’s side. “Thanks Rena.

“Guys, this is Rena, my will manifested physically. It’s a little weird, but we’re fighting negative emotions turned monsters so-” Alya shrugged. “Plume Reign says she has the Peacock Miraculous. It’s similar to the Butterfly Miraculous, but she swears she won’t abuse it. She’s been watching from the shadows for a few days, and says she only comes in when absolutely necessary due to how draining using her powers is.”

“Plume Reign… Are you who helped me during Puppeteer?” Coléoptère asked.

Alya paused for a moment, and her eyes flashed blue. She seemed to be listening, and then she nodded her head. “Yep!”

Coléoptère nodded. “Alright. Thanks for the help, Plume. You too Alya.”

“No problem! Let’s de-akumatize my sisters!!”

“Miraculous Cure!!!”

“Alya!” Ella and Etta shrieked, tackling their sister in a hug.

“There you two troublemakers are! I was worried I had lost you to a swarm of real Sapotis!” Alya hugged them back. She had been a lot more worried than that until Plume showed up, but the twins didn't need to know that.

“Alya, I’m going to pull the connection now. Thank you for helping,” Plume’s voice said inside her head.

“Okay. Thank you for letting me help! It was awesome talking to you, and it was even better to have Rena.” Alya paused. “Rena’s going to disappear, isn’t she?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Okay. Can I show my sisters and say goodbye first?”

Plume was silent for a moment, but then, “Go ahead.”

Alya thanked her mentally a few times as she moved. “Etta, Ella, come meet my friend Rena!”

“Ooh! Rena! Rena!”

Plume Reign sighed, exhaustion had settled into her bones, and she knew the sickness part was just waiting until she detransformed. But she couldn’t not let Alya say goodbye!

She would be fine to deal with it. She would have to feed Duusuu a lot, but she had brought snacks in her bag anyway.

She watched Alya pull the twins away from Rena, telling them to tell the fox goodbye. “Alright Plume Reign. Go ahead.”

“Goodbye.” Plume nodded, and motioned for her feather to drop it’s hold. The connection severed.

“Feathers down,” Plume called. Her transformation dropped, and Marinette collasped against the chimney.

“Marinette,” Duusuu started.

“I know, you need to recharge. Let’s see if we can get back to Alya’s.”

#Miraculous swap #oneshot #old fic #peacock Marinette #Plume Reign au #will I ever write the rest of this? who knows #duusu #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #rose lavillant #adrien agreste #Crossposting spam

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mini-sae · 2 years ago

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Hi everyone ! I wanted to thank you for reading me. I hope you enjoy my little stories.

I'm french, so I apologize if I make some mistakes.

And I wanted to tell you that I'm open to requests. If there is something you would like me to write, I'll do my best.

Hope you'll enjoy this new one !

More to love :

It was the little things, but he noticed.

You were still so loving to him. So kind. So inviting. But recently, you were shying away and he hurted more that he dared to admit.

When you two were in bed, you were quick to put the cover on you too. And besides in bed and in the shower, you didn't walk around naked in his or your place anymore.

You were wearing less dresses and more pants. Not that he found you any less desirable. You were the most precious, beautiful thing he laid eyes on.

At first, he thought that it was one of your many moodswings. You were changing, and it never crashed to surprise and delight him. But it got worse and worse. And of course, he took it personally.

- Ok sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong. - He asked while caressing your hair.

You look at him with wide eyes.

- Sorry ?

- Something is wrong with you lately. What is it ?

- What do you mean ?

He pinched the bridge of his nose. You two were past this. You trusted each other with everything. You knew everything about each other. Everything. The good, the bad and the worst.

- Please Y/N. It's like you're hiding from me. Did I do or say something wrong ?

What were you hiding ? You had no secrets for him. He made sure of that after he told all about his.

You sighed and looked away. Of course he would notice. He was just too thoughtful to say anything.

- Please don't pretend you don't see it. I'll be more careful from now on.

He looks baffled.

- Baby, I don't understand. See what ?

You roll your eyes.

- Don't do that. You know I don't like that. - He said, pointing a finger at you.

- Okay.

You take a deep breath.

- I know I gained some weight. You know how anxious I was these last few weeks. But I...

- Whoah whoah. What are you talking about ? Your weight ?

- Yes.

You answered as if it was obvious.

He suddenly laughed. A real laugh.

- Of course I noticed. But what's the problem ?

- Well...

You didn't know what to say. He didn't seem to be bothered by your new curves. He was still worshiping you every day and every night. But you thought that was only because he didn't want to offend you.

Realization hits him. He cups your in his hands and kiss you softly on your forehead.

- I love your body, babygirl. I love that I have more to kiss. More to love.

He caught you off guard with a feverish kiss. His hands suddenly on your hips, squeezing you possessively.

- You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

You smile so much that it hurts.

#fic #homelander #fluff #story #theboys #x reader

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 2 years ago

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The Heat of the Concert!

Opening

RM Cookie: Look at all these Cookies! Jin Cookie: It’s a miracle to have met you! Jimin Cookie: I’ve missed you! SUGA Cookie: Make some noise! j-hope Cookie: You couldn’t wish for a better venue! Jung Kook Cookie: I’ll sing my heart out! V Cookie: Shall we? All Members: See ya in Cookie Run: Kingdom!

GingerBrave: Whoah! Have you heard?! The BTS Cookies are gonna play a show right here, in the Cookie Kingdom! GingerBrave: They are so popular these days! I bet it’s gonna be a fantastic show! I’ll go for sure! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave! Ticket booking is about to start! Are you ready? There’re so many fans they will get sold out in a moment! GingerBrave: Of course, of course! The sales will open soon, at midnight! GingerBrave: Oooh, I’m so excited! Hope I’ll be able to get nice seats!

GingerBrave: IT’S TIME! My very own ticket to the BTS Cookies’ concert, I’m coming! GingerBrave: Almost there! The page has loaded, I see the promo images! GingerBrave: The “TICKETS OPEN” button will appear any second now! GingerBrave: Oooh, the BTS Cookies are extremely popular! The fans are gonna grab the good seats… GingerBrave: Five seconds left…! I must be brave! GingerBrave: 4, 3, 2, 1…!

GingerBrave: Alright, we’re in! Now let’s pick the seats!

GingerBrave: Oh no! Already taken! GingerBrave: There’re not too many seats left! Phew! Relax! You can do it! GingerBrave: CRUMBS! NO!

GingerBrave: Okay, there’s one! GingerBrave: What?! There’re almost no seats left! GingerBrave: ONLY ONE SEAT LEFT! GingerBrave: QUICK, CLICK!

GingerBrave: PHEW…! I-I did it! THAT WAS ROUGH! GingerBrave: But… It’s the farthest seat ever! Wizard Cookie: I also booked myself a ticket! Wizard Cookie: I must admit, it wasn’t easy at all! Enough to call it a real war! Wizard Cookie: Anyway, GingerBrave! Now we can go to the concert together! Isn’t it cool?! GingerBrave: That’s awesome! But are we the only Cookies who will go? Strawberry Cookie: I… I also managed to get a ticket! GingerBrave: Whoah, Strawberry Cookie! I didn’t know you liked the BTS Cookies too! Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I actually bought all the albums… And more… Strawberry Cookie: Photo cards… Toys… Tees… Bags… You name it! Wizard Cookie: …No kidding! GingerBrave: So, the three of us can go together now! Maybe we’ll even meet other Cookies at the stadium! GingerBrave: Ooooh, I can’t wait! Tell me, how much time is left till the concert?!

Wizard Cookie: How curious! This Purple Whale Trailer wasn’t here before. Before we got the tickets! GingerBrave: You’re right! What is it? Strawberry Cookie: No way… Are the BTS Cookies already here…?! GingerBrave: Let’s go find out!

Wizard Cookie: I never though* I’d see the Purple Whale Trailer in our kingdom! Now it really feels like the concert is just around the corner!

*actual text

GingerBrave: It’s gonna be the best concert ever, I’m sure! After all, it’s their first concert in these lands…! GingerBrave: OOOH! I got an idea! Maybe we could do something to make it the most unforgettable concert ever! Wizard Cookie: Hmm… Well, we could clean up and plant some flowers around? GingerBrave: That’s a decent idea!

GingerBrave: Whoah! With all these flowers, the kingdom looks so pretty! Wizard Cookie: And it also smells nice! Strawberry Cookie: I’m sure the BTS Cookies will enjoy the sight of blooming flowers… Strawberry Cookie: But… maybe we could add some more decorations…? GingerBrave: That’s perfect! Then why don’t we…

GingerBrave: …Place more streetlights to illuminate the town! Strawberry Cookie: Our kingdom is so pretty…! GingerBrave: It was beautiful before but now it’s… SUPER BEAUTIFUL! Wizard Cookie: The concert stage will fit right into this scenery! Oh, I can’t wait…! Strawberry Cookie: What else can we do…?

Tea Knight Cookie: What’s going on? GingerBrave: Tea Knight Cookie! Did you hear?! The BTS Cookies are gonna be performing in the Cookie Kingdom! Tea Knight Cookie: BTS? Bullet… Time… Speed…? I’m not sure if I’m familiar with that concept… GingerBrave: Ha ha, we’re having a concert! A bunch of Cookies will be visiting the concert. We’re wondering what we can do to help out! Tea Knight Cookie: Hmm. You could always expand the territory. Surely all those Cookies could benefit from more space. GingerBrave: That’s a great idea! If we have more space, everyone will have more room to themselves! GingerBrave: Let’s start expanding!

Wizard Cookie: Wow, look at all this space! Strawberry Cookie: I think we’re all prepared to greet all these crowds of fan Cookies!

Avocado Cookie: Looks like everyone’s busy! Whatcha doin’? GingerBrave: Avocado Cookie! We’re getting ready for the BTS Cookie Concert! GingerBrave: Are you coming as well? Avocado Cookie: If I could-vocado, I would-vocado! But someone has to stay and protect the Smithy! Avocado Cookie: But hey… Do you kids have what it takes to enjoy the concert? HUH?! Avocado Cookie: You need muscles! LIKE MINE! Don’t you think? Wizard Cookie: Err… I don’t think that’s… a plausible goal… Avocado Cookie: Ha ha! You could still use some buffin-up! Why don’t you help out the Smithy? You know, for training? Avocado Cookie: If you keep hammering, you’re bound to get stronger! Wa ha ha!

Wizard Cookie: Wow. My arms…! I feel like my dough has actually grown… tougher. Strawberry Cookie: Muscles…? Already…? GingerBrave: Working at the Smithy was totally worth it! GingerBrave: I’m so ready to have fun at the concert!

Custard Cookie III: Ughhhhh! Does a king EVER get to REST!? GingerBrave: What’s going on? Custard Cookie III: Cake Monsters! They’re popping up everywhere these days! Custard Cookie III: And as king, it is my royal duty to protect my subjects! Wizard Cookie: That’s right… Cake Monsters have been sighted snooping around the kingdom… Wizard Cookie: Wait, what if they attack the kingdom during the concert?! We can’t let that happen! Strawberry Cookie: We can’t have that kind of danger lurking around the BTS Cookies…! GingerBrave: Then let’s survey the nearby woods and make sure they stay away!

GingerBrave: That should teach them a lesson! GingerBrave: We’re all set to enjoy the concert now! GingerBrave: I can’t wait! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave… Just what do you think a concert is? Wizard Cookie: You have to stand in line in a giant concert hall, just to get in. Wizard Cookie: Meaning, you need snacks! Specifically, sweets! Wizard Cookie: We should bring some Jellies GingerBrave: Great idea! Let’s go make some Jellybeans!

GingerBrave: We’ve trained our dough AND secured the land! NOW we’re ready! Wizard Cookie: You sound like a gym Cookie, but yes, you are right. Strawberry Cookie: Don’t be too sure… Strawberry Cookie: It looks like there are more Cake Monsters appearing… GingerBrave: Where did they come from?! I’ll take care of them! GingerBrave: We might need to travel a bit though!

GingerBrave: Huff… huff… That should do it! Strawberry Cookie: There’s more Cake Monsters over there… Wizard Cookie: Hmm. But defeating that bunch should be more than enough. GingerBrave: Alright! Keep up the good work, everyone!

Strawberry Cookie: We’re all set now…! Wizard Cookie: Wow, and the BTS Cookie concert is right ahead too! We were so busy preparing for the concert, we didn’t even keep track of time… GingerBrave: All we have left to do is enjoy the concert! GingerBrave: Let’s go!

GingerBrave: Wow, so this is the Cookie Bowl Stadium…! It’s HUGE! GingerBrave: You can see the whole audience from here! Look at all these Cookies… Every seat is filled! Wizard Cookie: Of course! The BTS Cookies are super popular! Wizard Cookie: You’ve heard about the Cookie Pop Chart, right? It’s the industry standard ranking for all recorded music in the Cookie kingdom! Strawberry Cookie: Err… Yeah! I’ve heard of that! Parfait Cookie’s new single is among the top hits…! Wizard Cookie: Yes, that’s the one! CAKE POPs and Shining Glitter Cookie are also mentioned quite often! Wizard Cookie: The BTS Cookies have been ranking No.1 for weeks now! GingerBrave: Wow, they’re really amazing, aren’t they…! I mean, I knew they were amazing, but not this amazing! GingerBrave: I really can’t wait to see them! Strawberry Cookie: I feel like I’m gonna burst with joy…! To think that I’d be seeing the BTS Cookies in the Cookie Kingdom…!

GingerBrave: Oh!!! The show is about to begin! The lights turned off…!

All Members: Two, three! All Members: Hello, we are the BTS Cookies! SUGA Cookie: Hello, hello! Thank you for welcoming us! Being here is like a dream come true! Jimin Cookie: It’s our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! j-hope Cookie: What do you think, Jung Kook Cookie? Jung Kook Cookie: I feel GREAT! V Cookie: I was so excited I couldn’t sleep! Jin Cookie: Are you all ready to cheer us?! Ha ha! We’ll do our very best! RM Cookie: It doesn’t matter whether you’re sweet or spicy! Let’s have some fun!

Jin Cookie: This is our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! What song should we start with? Jimin Cookie: Naturally… it should be THAT song! SUGA Cookie: Do you mean that one really explosive song that a lot of Cookies really liked? j-hope Cookie: Ooh, sounds like everyone wants to hear that song! RM Cookie: Then let’s get started! V Cookie: We’re gonna light up the stage with… Jung Kook Cookie: DYNAMITE!

RM Cookie: Wow, that was so much fun! V Cookie: I think that’s the biggest cheer we’ve heard performing Dynamite. Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go light up the stage again!

Wizard Cookie: Huh? What’s happening? GingerBrave: I can’t see a thing! Strawberry Cookie: Maybe it’s some kind of technical trouble?

???: HA HA HA HA!!! Thank you for coming tonight! ???: We’ll be taking over from now on! MAKE SOME NOISE Y’ALL! GingerBrave: What? What’s going on?

T.N.T: HA HA HA! Scared? If not… YOU BETTER BE! GingerBrave: What? Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: The stage is ours now! FEEL THE CRIMSON WRATH AND BURNING SPIRIT OF US FOUR! T.N.T: Let me introduce ourselves! T.N.T: We’re the four baddies rising up from the flames! Bad and Dark! B.A.D 4!

T.N.T: The name’s T.N.T! You’re looking at B.A.D 4’S main vocalist and explosive leader!

HellHound: Call me HellHound, for I am the gatekeeper to HELL! I’m in charge of B.A.D 4’s choreography… that will change you FOREVER!

ZZ Skull: My name is… ZZ Skull: (Do I have to do the whole introduction thing? I don’t even like this name!) T.N.T: (Just do it! The Producer picked that name for you!) ZZ Skull: Tsk! M-my name is ZZ Skull…! Make sure you pronounce the Z! ZZ Skull: I am the lead vocalist who fills the songs of B.A.D 4 with power!

MUSHY P.: Yaaay! Nice to meet you all! MUSHY P.: My name is MUSHY P.! My specialty is super fast rap! MUSHY P.: Hope you like our performance! GingerBrave: This isn’t your stage! Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: Ha ha ha! Like I said… this stage is ours now! T.N.T: We’ve been trying to take over Earthbread by force… But there’s no style in that! T.N.T: Music is the universal language here! T.N.T: We’re gonna take over the BTS Cookies’ stage and THEN! Take over the world! Strawberry Cookie: Oh no…! Wizard Cookie: We can’t let them ruin the BTS Cookies’ first concert in our kingdom! GingerBrave: We need to help the BTS Cookies come back! GingerBrave: We need to help them!

Light up your Army Bomb to make a way for the BTS Cookies to come back on stage!

RM Cookie: Phew! We’re finally back! j-hope Cookie: Wow, the darkness was kinda scary. Jimin Cookie: But there was a light guiding our path! And here we are! Jung Kook Cookie: It’s all thanks to the ARMYs who showed us the way! V Cookie: Thank you, ARMY! Strawberry Cookie: V Cookie just waved at me! Wizard Cookie: No, he waved at me! Jin Cookie: Is B.A.D 4 gonna keep interrupting our concert? Is that like… okay? SUGA Cookie: Nope, pretty sure that’s illegal. SUGA Cookie: They could get arrested or fined for that. Obstruction of business… or something like that. ZZ Skull: Tsk! The BTS Cookies came back way too soon! RM Cookie: There are Cookies that didn’t it* make it back yet!

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RM Cookie: We need to help them come back! T.N.T: WA HA HA! Did you think we would let you take back the stage from us so easily? T.N.T: This… calls for one thing! T.N.T: BTS COOKIES! We challenge you to a duel… on stage! T.N.T: Whoever takes over this giant stage wins! HellHound: That’s fair. Only those who are worthy will be allowed to perform. Jung Kook Cookie: We’re not losing, that’s for sure. RM Cookie: Give it all you got!

ZZ Skull: Pshh, there’s no way we lose! ZZ Skull: T.N.T!!! You were foolish enough to sprain your hand, huh? HUH? T.N.T: I… I did sprain my hand! A little! We… we’ll show ‘em the true power of B.A.D 4 next time! T.N.T: We didn’t lose just yet! Let’s show ‘em all what we’ve got! Those BTS Cookies…!

Snow Sugar Cookie: It’s so dark all of sudden… Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m scared…! Where are my friends? Cherry Cookie: Don’t worry about it! Are you scared of the dark? Lemme light it up a bit, he he! Cherry Cookie: Nothing a cherry bomb can’t do! HA HA HA! Snow Sugar Cookie: Cherry Cookie! You can’t just set off bombs here…! j-hope Cookie: Everyone, over here! I see Cookies! Snow Sugar Cookie: Oh! It’s the BTS Cookies! I’m Snow Sugar Cookie. Cherry Cookie is here with me as well! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get you back to your seats! Jimin Cookie: We’ll show you the way! Jin Cookie: See those bright lights leading up the stage? Jin Cookie: Just follow the lights by ARMY! j-hope Cookie: Watch your step! Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m getting the warm fuzzies…! Snow Sugar Cookie: Thanks, everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s look for more missing Cookies! SUGA Cookie: You guys look that way. We’ll search this way. Jin Cookie: Wait, I think I see someone- er… some Cookie over there! Jung Kook Cookie: They look round… Jimin Cookie: And crunchy. GingerBrave: Hiya! I’m GingerBrave! V Cookie: GingerBrave? Like gingerbread? Wizard Cookie: Er, you see… He’s really brave. Wizard Cookie: In fact, that’s why he’s here looking for the missing Cookies from the audience and you, the BTS Cookies! GingerBrave: Yeah! I can’t let those baddies ruin your concert! We wanna help! j-hope Cookie: Wow, you really are brave! Appreciate the help! Jimin Cookie: Wait, there’s another Cookie here! Sorry, I couldn’t see you there in the red light… Are you okay there? You’re turning… red! Strawberry Cookie: I… I… I’m a huge fan of BTS Cookies…! Strawberry Cookie: It’s… It’s like a dream come true see* you Cookies up close! Sorry, I must be blushing like strawberries!

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Jin Cookie: Ha ha, nice to meet you, Strawberry Cookie! Let’s look for the missing Cookies together! Jung Kook Cookie: Thanks for your help! We’ll do our best to complete the stage! GingerBrave: Alright! Let’s do this!

T.N.T: The first is… a RAP BATTLE! T.N.T: Rap is more than just rhymes. You need a killer beat and know how to command rhythm! A true rapper can give a song just the edge it needs! ZZ Skull: Get ready to witness our radical rapper’s skills! ZZ Skull: Go, MUSHY P.! MUSHY P.: Wooow, it’s so nice to meet you all! T.N.T: Now! Which one of you boys will face us!? V Cookie: Rap? I got this! Jimin Cookie: V Cookie is ready to go! V Cookie: …Hmm. Nevermind. Since it is a competition, I think the rappers should take this one. Jung Kook Cookie: How about RM Cookie? SUGA Cookie: Ooh, this is gonna be interesting. j-hope Cookie: Whoever wins is the best rapping Cookie! Jin Cookie: Go RM Cookie! You can do it! RM Cookie: Huh? Me? RM Cookie: This is… unexpected. But sure, I’ll take you on!

MUSHY P.: Wah… My mouth hurts from all that rapping… MUSHY P.: These Cookies… They’re too good!

Manager Scarlet: Tsk tsk tsk… Did you not train for this? ZZ Skull: Gasp…! She’s here…! T.N.T: That’s… Pomegranate Cookie, the ice-cold manager, colder than a frozen batch of dough! Manager Scarlet: Did you not say that you would take over the world by stealing the BTS Cookies’ stage with your performance? Manager Scarlet: To lose the very first competition… tsk. How disappointing. Not a promising start, to be frank. Manager Scarlet: I shall let this one pass… But I won't accept failure the next round. GingerBrave: A walk in the park for the BTS Cookies! Strawberry Cookie: It was a perfect rap in every way…!

Jung Kook Cookie: This is new! I’m sweating… powder? SUGA Cookie: The sweet and delicious kind, right? Jin Cookie: Is it because we’ve become Cookies?! RM Cookie: You’re right! This is flour and sugar powder! Makes sense, since we’re… Cookies! RM Cookie: Wait a minute, Cookies… Cookies! Do you know what goes well with Cookies? Jimin Cookie: Oh! That thing j-jope Cookie ate at the end of the music video? j-hope Cookie: Yes! That thing that’s yellow and smooth! V Cookie: The next song is: BUTTER! RM Cookie: Everyone! Follow the beat and go with the flow!

SUGA Cookie: That was so fun! j-hope Cookie: Thanks for all the cheering!

ZZ Skull: Argh, we were so close! ZZ Skull: No matter, because our vocalists will crumble you! Our wicked harmonizing will put you down on your kneess! Jin Cookie: Jung Kook Cookie! It’s your turn! Our golden maknae! Jung Kook Cookie: Wait, just me?! Jung Kook Cookie: We have four vocalists! Jimin Cookie: Then we should all go. We’re a team! We’re all in this together! V Cookie: B.A.D 4… Are you… nervous? T.N.T: W-what?! Nervous? US?! PFFFT!! Let’s see if you can take this, BTS Cookies! T.N.T: Hear our fiery, flaming sound from the depths of hell!

T.N.T: HIGHER! Show them what you got, ZZ Skull! ZZ Skull: I’ll show you!!! YeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE…!!! *cough* GingerBrave: Ugh, my ears hurt! Strawberry Cookie: I didn’t know sound could be so destructive… Wizard Cookie: WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!! ZZ Skull: Ugh, I think I almost pulled a muscle there. HellHound: It seems ZZ Skull isn’t in his best condition. MUSHY P.: You’re right! He can usually go much higher. ZZ Skull: That’s because of our crazy schedule! I didn’t have time to rest my throat! Manager Scarlet: Didn’t I tell you that taking care of yourselves is also part of being a pro? Manager Scarlet: I expected better from you, T.N.T. I’ve told you numerous times that it is your duty as leader to make sure all the members are in perfect condition. What a disappointment. T.N.T: I-it’s just that… We all got nervous and didn’t get enough sleep! That’s all! Manager Scarlet: Don’t make me repeat myself. Every celebrity knows how to take care of themselves. That’s basic knowledge. Manager Scarlet: How can you take over the world when you’re this careless?! T.N.T: Argh…! She has a point! HellHound: It’s no wonder why Manager Scarlet is our office’s best road manager. She can even make the wild T.N.T quiet. MUSHY P.: Our manager is so cool!

Almond Cookie: Hmm… How suspicious. Lights don’t just turn off by themselves… I suspect there’s someone… or something behind this. Latte Cookie: Cream Puff Cookie! Are you alright? Cream Puff Cookie: Yes, I’m fine! I… am a bit surprised, though. Cream Puff Cookie: Oh, I’m so sorry you two got involved in this mess! It’s all because of me… Latte Cookie: No worries! I wanted to watch the concert as well! And Almond Cookie is here because it MIGHT be dangerous… Almond Cookie: And I was right. I knew something was gonna happen… Almond Cookie: We can’t stay here. It’s impossible to see anything. Follow me.

GingerBrave: I think there are Cookies over there! V Cookie: You’re right! I see Cookies over there. Cream Puff Cookie: Are you all trapped here as well? V Cookie: No, we’re here to save you all. Cream Puff Cookie: The BTS Cookies! And GingerBrave! What are you all doing here? V Cookie: GingerBrave is helping us find the missing guests. He really is one brave Cookie! SUGA Cookie: Do you know where your seats are? Check your tickets. Let’s get going, then. SUGA Cookie: Just follow the lights created by ARMY. Not too hard, right? Latte Cookie: How kind! Now, shall we all get going? Almond Cookie: Looks like this case has solved itself! Cream Puff Cookie: Thank you, everyone!

ZZ Skull: Don’t you think it’s time to see who’s the most handsome? ZZ Skull: Ahem! You’re looking at Earthbread’s second most handsome! Let’s see who’s the best looking! T.N.T: Hold on there! I’M the best looking of this team! T.N.T: Don’t you know they call me the dangerously* delicious cake of them all?!

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Strawberry Cookie: NO!!! GingerBrave: BOO! You’re no match to the BTS Cookies! ZZ Skull: HA HA! Like I said! My turn! Wizard Cookie: Not a chance! ZZ Skull: W-wait, why is everyone booing?! ZZ Skull: What, are you all scared you’re gonna lose?! Hey… wait a second… HEY!!!

HellHound: Looks like T.N.T and ZZ Skull can’t compete this round. HellHound: I will take it from here. MUSHY P.: Oooh!!! It’s HellHound, the unstoppable dancer! His performances leave everyone speechless! RM Cookie: Wait, so you have only one dancer? Because, you know… we have three. HellHound: Hmph. you clearly do not realize the extent of my potential. HellHound: HellHound is the gatekeeper of hell. He always has his faithful Cakeberus with him. And Cakeberus… has three heads. Jin Cookie: What? Cakeberus? HellHound: It means that there are three Cake Hounds dancing with me. Cake Hound 1: Arf! (Leave it to me!) Cake Hound 2: Woof! (I’ll show you the best teamwork!) Cake Hound 3: Woof woof! (We practiced hard for this!) j-hope Cookie: Oh? When it comes to practice, we’ve done quite a lot as well! j-hope Cookie: Alright, let’s dance it out! MUSHY P.: I’ll cheer you with my shroomie dance!

HellHound: I have no regrets… HellHound: My Cake Hounds and I did our best… ZZ Skull: T.N.T! This is all your fault! You should’ve trained us harder! T.N.T: Don’t blame me for something HellHound failed to do! ZZ Skull: You’re the leader! It’s YOUR job to lead the team! T.N.T: Grr… NO! This is all HellHound’s fault! HellHound: Do you have any idea how hard the Cake Hounds practiced? They were sweating buckets of whipped cream every night. T.N.T: (This won’t do…!! I need to come up with SOMETHING! I’M the leader!!) T.N.T: GRRR! BTS COOKIES! I challenge you to a unit duel! T.N.T: Let’s see how strong you are in smaller groups! T.N.T: If you’re all so GREAT, face us on the stage! j-hope Cookie: Hmmm? Units? This should be interesting. Jung Kook Cookie: Bring it on!

V Cookie: And the next song is…! …What’s the next song? Jin Cookie: I bet ARMY will really like this one! RM Cookie: You know, when it’s obvious that you’ve made your point clear. What do you do? j-hope Cookie: MIC DROP!!! Jimin Cookie: Let’s give it our best! Jung Kook Cookie: I’m ready! SUGA Cookie: Let’s go!

RM Cookie: Wow, we definitely showed them everything we got! Jimin Cookie: Is everyone having fun?! Jin Cookie: We still have a lot of songs left! I hope you all enjoy!

T.N.T: Presenting B.A.D 4’s most ambitious unit…! T.N.T: ZZ Skull and HellHound! We have the vocals AND the moves! ZZ Skull: He he he… Just the two of us means more screen time for me! I’ll show those BTS Cookies what I’m made of! HellHound: And I have just the perfect dance song… HellHound: Our performance is like no other…! The rhythm, the passion in every move and beat! Prepare to be overwhelmed by our greatness! Cake Hound 1: Woof! (Go team!) Cake Hound 2: Woof woof (Go B.A.D 4!!!) GingerBrave: Like the BTS Cookies would lose to them! C’mon everyone! Wizard Cookie: GO BTS COOKIES! Strawberry Cookie: WE ONLY NEED THE BTS COOKIES!!! BTS COOKIES FOREVER!!! ZZ Skull: Let’s start, HellHound! HellHound: I’m ready. RM Cookie: Is everyone good to go? Dance or singing, we’re all set! Jin Cookie: Of course! Just think of all those hours we practiced! SUGA Cookie: There were days I thought our choreography was just too much some times… Jung Kook Cookie: C’mon, let’s go! This looks fun!

ZZ Skull: Tsk… We lost again?! Then… ZZ Skull: Get out of my way! I’M gonna have the final shot! The spotlight belongs to ME! HellHound: I will not accept this. I’ve studied various poses for this! HellHound: And I promised the Cake Hounds they’ll be in it too. MUSHY P.: I wanna be the ending fairy! Happy… mushroom dance! La-la-la! j-hope Cookie: You should all be proud of yourselves! That was a pretty great performance! j-hope Cookie: Especially HellHound’s moves… that groove! It was as if he embodied the movement of flames themselves! Jimin Cookie: That’s right! I liked your dance moves! Super quick yet stylish. HellHound: I was inspired by the flames of the Oven. HellHound: The BTS Cookies recognized my performance… I will take that. I am satisfied. Wizard Cookie: Do we even need to see the results for this one? The BTS Cookies obviously won. Strawberry Cookie: Yes…! The BTS Cookies are the best…! Absolute best…! T.N.T: GAH! It’s not over yet!! T.N.T: Because you haven’t seen anything like us before! MUSHY P.! Get ready! It’s our turn!

Onion Cookie: It’s… dark! I-I’m scared…! WAH! Herb Cookie: Where did all the other Cookies go? Herb Cookie: I only see the Cake Monsters… Onion Cookie: *sniffle* A g-ghost might appear! *sniffle* Onion Cookie: Let us out of here…! Pancake Cookie: Hmm… What should we do?! Pancake Cookie: Oh! I know! I can fly! Like this! Woosh! Pancake Cookie: I can fly while holding on you* guys! Hang tight!

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Pancake Cookie: One, two, OOF!! Pancake Cookie: …Let’s try that one more time! OOOOF! Pancake Cookie: Guh… I can’t fly… Herb Cookie: I’m afraid carrying the both of us is too much, Pancake Cookie. Onion Cookie: WAH! I want to get out of here!!

GingerBrave: I see Cookies over there! Jung Kook Cookie: GingerBrave, you’re amazing! Jung Kook Cookie: You don’t care whether it’s dangerous or not- you just go and save those Cookies no matter what! GingerBrave: Oh no! It looks like the Cookies are all scattered in the dark…! GingerBrave: But I want all of us to be there and enjoy your concert! Together! RM Cookie: That’s right, GingerBrave! RM Cookie: Each of us is brave and special, but we’re stronger together! Pancake Cookie: Wow, are those the BTS Cookies? Are they here to save us?! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s get out of here! Pancake Cookie: But I couldn’t move everyone… How are we going to escape? RM Cookie: Don’t worry about it! RM Cookie: We’re pretty strong! RM Cookie: We can carry you Cookies in one arm! Jung Kook Cookie: Just follow the ARMYs’ lights, and you’ll be fine! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go!

T.N.T: The song MUSHY P. and I will be performing is… MUSHY P.: What could it be! What could it be? T.N.T: MY song! I wrote it myself! T.N.T: The anguish and conflict within…! Who am I? What AM I?! T.N.T: What must I become? What is worth… doing? T.N.T: What… is my name? SUGA Cookie: Did they already start? T.N.T: No! NO NO! I was explaining the backstory of the song! V Cookie: You know, we’ve had the whole identity crisis thing too. Jin Cookie: That’s right. You’d be surprised! T.N.T: Hmph! We’ll see about that! T.N.T: MUSHY P.! Are you ready to rap it out? MUSHY P.: Gimme a sec! I need some waterrr… MUSHY P.: *Gulp*... *glug glug glug…* MUSHY P.: Yee haw. MUSHY P.: I’m ready! MUSHY P.: By the way… promise me you’ll eat my mushrooms if we win! Jin Cookie: What should we do if we win? Jung Kook Cookie: Skip dance practice? j-hope Cookie: Hey, come on! No! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get started, shall we?

T.N.T: *Sniffle…* I… I may have gotten too invested in the song. T.N.T: I can’t… help… tears…! T.N.T: Didn’t MUSHY P. miss his cue? Like more than once? MUSHY P.: Um… T.N.T? MUSHY P.: You kinda made it hard for me to follow… You were too into the song… and didn’t really listen to me…! T.N.T: But these lyrics are a piece of art! How can one stop themselves from getting emotionally invested?! T.N.T: It’s about a brute with a majestic mane, struggling between good and bad, searching for his true name…! HellHound: But you went ahead and didn’t consider MUSHY P. at all. You are a team. You need to work together. That was unprofessional. HellHound: Perhaps we should accept that we have lost… T.N.T: NO! Do you not see how amazing this song is?! Manager Scarlet: Defeated in every round? This cannot be. Manager Scarlet: I… The Producer will know about this absolute disgrace. T.N.T: What? You wouldn’t…!!! Manager Scarlet: I will. A report on everything… directly to “her.” T.N.T: NOOOO!!!

RM Cookie: The next song we’ve prepared is… Jimin Cookie: Ooh, this song wants to make you dance! V Cookie: And you don’t need anything to dance. RM Cookie: That’s right. You don’t need any permission or anything to worry about. Jin Cookie: Let’s have fun because nothing can stop us! SUGA Cookie: Because when we fall, we know how to land! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go! PERMISSION TO DANCE!

Jin Cookie: Thanks everyone! V Cookie: You really are the best fans ever! Earthbread’s sweetest! SUGA Cookie: I think I’ll always treasure tonight’s performance, here at the Cookie Bowl Stadium.

GingerBrave: It looks like a lot of the audience were able to find their way back! GingerBrave: Let’s go help the other Cookies who haven’t come back yet! Wizard Cookie: Yes, for the perfect finale to an even more perfect concert! Strawberry Cookie: Let’s all do it together…!

Jin Cookie: What do you think? Our concert is going pretty well, huh? Jimin Cookie: Definitely one of the most exciting concerts we’ve had! V Cookie: It was all thanks to ARMY and the other Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Let’s keep this up! Jin Cookie: Now, RM Cookie, any words of encouragement? RM Cookie: Right. Everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s keep it sweet until the end! RM Cookie: …Something like that? SUGA Cookie: Yeah, sound about right. RM Cookie: Alright! Let’s do our best and make this our finest performance! Manager Scarlet: Ah, I’ve finally reached the Producer. Manager Scarlet: I’ll connect to the stadium’s screen. T.N.T: Wait, what?! Are you serious?!

Producer D.K.E.C: Thank you, Manager Scarlet. I have been watching this pathetic show all along. B.A.D 4: P-Producer! V Cookie: Who are you? Producer D.K.E.C: I am D.K.E.C. I am the president of Darkness Entertainment. Producer D.K.E.C: We haven’t been around for too long, but our special charm and skills have attracted many fans across the globe. Producer D.K.E.C: My plan was to create a group as good as the BTS Cookies and take over the world with music loved by everyone regardless of language or ingredients… Producer D.K.E.C: But it seems that these… fools require more training. Producer D.K.E.C: Manager Scarlet. Change of plans. Return to the headquaters* with B.A.D 4 immediately.

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Manager Scarlet: As you decree. MUSHY P.: Noooooo… I like the stage! HellHound: I quit. I strongly disagree with how they’re treating the Cakes. ZZ Skull: Me too! I’m gonna find a new label. One that’ll treat me better, recognize the star I am! T.N.T: E-everyone! D-don’t go! T.N.T: We’re still competing against the BTS Cookies! What happened to becoming the best group and conquering the world?! ZZ Skull: Hmph! I don’t care anymore! I care about ME! I wanna be famous and popular! ME! HellHound: I do not approve of this rigorous routine for my Cake Hounds. HellHound: Cake Hounds should be treasured! Cherished with absolute adoration! T.N.T: Guh… But…! T.N.T: But all that practice…! All those hours I’ve spent, dancing and singing! For what?! All to end like this? j-hope Cookie: Hey, hey, give yourself some credit there! j-hope Cookie: You did lose to us, but you’re all amazing performers! Jin Cookie: Yeah! See, every morning I’ll look at myself in the mirror and marvel how handsome I am. Jin Cookie: You need this kind of confidence if you want to control the stage! T.N.T: But we lost! And kept on losing! How can I stay confident in this situation?! Jung Kook Cookie: You gotta believe in yourself and sing from the bottom of your heart. Jung Kook Cookie: Because if you put your heart into it, the fans will listen. They always do! SUGA Cookie: You can’t inspire someone if you don’t mean it. T.N.T: Sing… from the bottom of my heart? RM Cookie: Why don’t you try performing as a group this time? RM Cookie: Forget about the Producer or your manager! Forget about world domination and all that fancy stuff! RM Cookie: Sing what you want to say!

ZZ Skull: Gettin’ this power wasn’t a breeze… Wrote a diary with my own tears… Misery and DISGRACE! HellHound: Ya ain’t never seen a Cookie like me! Am I Cake Monster or Cookie! Naw! MUSHY P.: Have some shroomies, have some shroomies! Why won’t y’all try some shroomies… T.N.T: Stop pointin’ your fingers and dumpin’ the hate… I’m bad to the core, evil’s my fate! T.N.T: I’m BORN TO BE BAD, VILLAIN 4 LIFE!

Wizard Cookie: … Wizard Cookie: That’s actually pretty good. Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I felt like they really meant everything. GingerBrave: I wonder what the BTS Cookies think of it? j-hope Cookie: Wow… WOW! That was pretty great! Jin Cookie: Yeah! It was powerful yet fun! Jung Kook Cookie: See? You’re all great! Jimin Cookie: I think I may have gotten a bit TOO into it… V Cookie: I like it. I wanna listen to it on repeat. T.N.T: H-huh?! Why are you all cheering?! SUGA Cookie: It was an excellent song. RM Cookie: And you’re a great team, too! T.N.T: Y-you… think so? To be honest, we’ve worked together, but never really were in sync. ZZ Skull: It felt like we were singing TOGETHER! ZZ Skull: BTS Cookies! Do you always sing together like this?! Jin Cookie: Ha ha, you know, us seven are pretty drastically different, too. Jimin Cookie: We obviously look different. Jung Kook Cookie: And taste different. V Cookie: We also have different interests. SUGA Cookie: But we all have the same goal. SUGA Cookie: We want our voices to reach more fans all over the world.

RM Cookie: Sometimes, things can feel overwhelming. And you might even forget who you are along the way. RM Cookie: But thanks to everyone here… We can always find our way back. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, I am RM Cookie! Thanks to you, we are the BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: It’s all thanks to you, ARMYs. You’re the reason why we’re here, and the reason we’ve come so far. RM Cookie: Love yourselves just as you are! And if our words and music can help, that’s even better! RM Cookie: I hope that you’ll always remember this night and be together, just like you are today! ZZ Skull: I see…! T.N.T: So you need to love yourself… to really mean what you sing…!

SUGA Cookie: It’s already the last song of the concert! Jimin Cookie: I can’t believe we’re on our last song… V Cookie: Everyone, look around! V Cookie: The stadium is filled with purple lights! j-hope Cookie: ARMY? ARMY Cookies…? All these lights… are here for us…! Jung Kook Cookie: They look like starlight shining brightly! Jin Cookie: As if… the stadium is a little universe! RM Cookie: We are all here, with our dreams and Star Jellies! Together, performing as one! RM Cookie: It was truly the crunchiest and sweetest concert we’ve ever had. RM Cookie: Let us light up the world today and treasure this light forever! Jin Cookie: Are you ready to hear our last song? Jin Cookie: It’s… MIKROKOSMOS!

Jimin Cookie: Look at all the Army Bombs! They’re like a wave of glittering lights. Jung Kook Cookie: It’s just all so touching…! But I’m not gonna cry. Nope! j-hope Cookie: Thank you everyone! I’ll never forget this moment!

j-hope Cookie: And with that, we’re done with our concert in the Cookie Kingdom! Jimin Cookie: B.A.D 4’s appearance was… unexpected, but I feel like we’ve become good pals. Jung Kook Cookie: It was all very exciting and fun! Jin Cookie: I kinda want to go back and perform in the Cookie Bowl Stadium again.

SUGA Cookie: Wait a minute! There are other Cookies who deserve a round of applause as well. RM Cookie: Yeah! GingerBrave! V Cookie: And Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie too. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, this whole experience was a blast. And thanks for reminding us what being brave truly is! RM Cookie: It was inspiring to see you all running together to help others enjoy the show! RM Cookie: Dear GingerBrave, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, and all other awesome Cookies out there! RM Cookie: Never stop running! RM Cookie: Because we’re not gonna stop either. We BTS Cookies will keep running as well! RM Cookie: I’m afraid it’s time for farewells and goodbyes! Jin Cookie: I’m never gonna forget this! Ever! j-hope Cookie: We’ll always keep trying, striving to get better! V Cookie: I can’t wait to see you all in your kingdoms! Jimin Cookie: See you then! Promise! Jung Kook Cookie: Because as long as you’re there, we’ll always be singing! SUGA Cookie: We’ll be back as stronger, brighter BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: Stay safe until then! Promise!

Strawberry Cookie: The concert is really over now, isn’t it… Wizard Cookie: That was… amazing. GingerBrave: Wait, Wizard Cookie, why are you hiding your face in your hat? GingerBrave: Are you… crying?! Wizard Cookie: N-no!! I just got emotional! That’s all! ZZ Skull: What’s wrong with crying?! If you want to cry, cry! The BTS Cookies told you to be true to yourself! T.N.T: From now on… B.A.D 4 are officially fans of the BTS Cookies! Don’t get surprised when you see us waving our Army Bombs! GingerBrave: This was my first time experiencing a concert like this, but WOW! That was so cool! The songs were great and the dance moves were so cool! GingerBrave: And I was really moved by their words too…! GingerBrave: Thank you so much for such a wonderful time, BTS Cookies! I hope to see you on the stage again! GingerBrave: Until then, I’ll never stop running!

RM Cookie: …It really is over. RM Cookie: We didn’t make any mistakes today, did we? Everyone in the audience looked happy. V Cookie: Yes, they were all smiling. They looked happy. Jung Kook Cookie: That was so much fun! I really enjoyed singing and dancing in front of the Cookies! Jin Cookie: I feel like I can still hear the applause! SUGA Cookie: I know the hall is empty now… But I want to sing one more song for the Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Because our performance isn’t over, and the time of our lives has yet to come. C’mon, let’s sing our song! Jimin Cookie: Right, the Cookie Kingdom concert may be over, but all endings are simply new beginnings! RM Cookie: Then let’s sing our true final song! Jung Kook Cookie: I hope everyone stays happy until we meet again!

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antidrumpfs · 2 years ago

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More than two dozen women have accused Trump of sexual misconduct...

In the E. Jean Carroll rape and defamation trial, which attempts to hold Donald Trump accountable for one of many alleged sexual assaults - More than two dozen women have accused Trump of sexual misconduct - there is one fact that stands out to me in particular:

The judge determined, that much like a Mafia organized crime trial, the jury needs to remain anonymous. Trump's well known penchant for inciting his rabid MAGACULT followers to violence, often causing threats and intimidation, required such a dramatic step to protect the members of the jury. Think about that for moment.

I think that since E. Jean Carroll's lawyers will be allowed to present to the jury the infamous Access Hollywood tape in which Trump literally brags about the exact type of conduct that E. Jean Carroll alleges, it would be very worthwhile to read the actual uncensored transcript of the recording.

Keep in mind that during the debates with Hillary Clinton in 2016 Trump claimed this was just “locker room talk.” Melania Trump at the time claimed it was “boy” talk. - antidrumpfs

Unknown: "She used to be great, she's still very beautiful."

Trump: "I moved on her actually. You know she was down on Palm Beach. I moved on her, and I failed. I'll admit it. I did try and fuck her, she was married."

Unknown: "That's huge news there."

Trump: "No, no, Nancy. No this was [inaudible] and I moved on her very heavily in fact I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said I'll show you where they have some nice furniture. I moved on her like a bitch. I couldn't get there and she was married. Then all-of-a-sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tits and everything. She's totally changed her look."

Bush: "Your girl's hot as shit. In the purple."

Multiple voices: "Whoah. Yes. Whoah."

Bush: "Yes. The Donald has scored. Whoah my man."

Trump: "Look at you. You are a pussy."

Bush: "You gotta get the thumbs up."

Trump: "Maybe it's a different one."

Bush: "It better not be the publicist. No, it's, it's her."

Trump: "Yeah that's her with the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything."

Bush: "Whatever you want."

Trump: "Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything."

Bush: "Yeah those legs. All I can see is the legs."

Trump: "It looks good."

Bush: "Come on shorty."

Trump: "Oh nice legs huh."

Bush: "Get out of the way honey. Oh that's good legs. Go ahead."

Trump: "It's always good if you don't fall out of the bus. Like Ford, Gerald Ford, remember?"

[As Mr Trump attempts to leave the vehicle he struggles with the door]

Bush: "Down below, pull the handle."

[Mr Trump exits the bus and greets actress Arianne Zucker]

Trump: "Hello, how are you? Hi."

Zucker: "Hi Mr Trump. How are you?"

Trump: "Nice seeing you. Terrific. Terrific. You know Billy Bush?"

Bush: "Hello nice to see you. How are you doing Arianne?"

Zucker: "I'm doing very well thank you. [Addressing Trump] Are you ready to be a soap star?"

Trump: "We're ready. Let's go. Make me a soap star."

Bush: "How about a little hug for the Donald, he's just off the bus?"

Zucker: "Would you like a little hug darling?"

Trump: "Absolutely. Melania said this was okay."

#orangeplague #agentorange #liarinchief #traitorinchief #lockhimup

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misty720 · 1 year ago

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Note - I just realized none of my italics copied over... so if it reads like there should be emphasis, there probably was... sigh.

Are we a couple now? - Ch5:

A couple weeks had passed along with the stomach virus and things returned to normal. Chara's admission to how she had been feeling lately reminded Papyrus that he was once extremely doting and extremely affectionate to which things had simmered down over the years between three beautiful children, his career, and adult responsibilities needing their attention. Papyrus decided, he needed to shift focus a little back to his woman who made all of it possible to begin with. It was her idea initially to secretly evaluate his kitchen performance over months to surprise him with his certifications that now hung in the lobby of his business framed with his favorite shirt stained with many meals that he refined over the years. She, with the help of Frisk, Asriel, and Toriel, set him on the path to being an official master chef. She gave him three babies, unconditional love and adoration, kept him going when he felt like giving up, and was always there to steer him when he felt he lost his way. She called him her rock except she was his shelter, and it was time he reminded her of that.

Their fifteen year wedding anniversary was approaching and Papyrus began scheming something special. "SERIF," he called his oldest one morning before school.

"What's up, Dad?" Serif answered his call.

"THIS SATURDAY, I'M TAKING THE EVENING OFF AND LEAVING EL IN CHARGE. I'M TAKING YOUR MOTHER OUT ON A DATE WITHOUT YOU KIDS. I WANT YOU TO BABYSIT. OKAY, STINKER?"

"Whoah! You haven't went out without us in a long time!"

"I KNOW. THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO SIT. I'LL MAKE SURE TO LEAVE ENOUGH FOR PIZZA UNLESS YOU WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING. I TRUST YOU WITH THE OVEN MORE THAN YOUR MOTHER."

"Pizza sounds great. So, do I get paid for the favor too?" Serif have his dad a cheesy smile.

"YOU CAN SKIP YOUR CHORES AND I'LL LET YOU RENT A COUPLE OF MOVIES."

"Fine. I'll take it." Papyrus pat him on the head like usual ruffling his fixed hair. "Dad! Just because you don't have any doesn't mean it's okay to ruin mine..."

"EXCUSE YOU, CHILD."

"He's right, Pap," Chara defended her boy. "He works hard to look nice for school and you mess his nice hair up. Then, I have to hear about it all the way to school."

"I WILL MESS UP THIS BOY'S HAIR PLAYING WITH HIM ALL I WANT BECAUSE HE'S MY SON AND I LIKE TO PICK AT HIM WHEN I CAN."

"Alright, but be prepared for retaliation. He's getting older, love, and has a bigger arsenal of comebacks than when he was a pup. Now, grab trouble and minion and let's go before all three of you are late. Have a good day, Pap. I'll see you when you come home."

"DEAR, I'M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I TOLD STINKER. BE READY SATURDAY EVENING. I'M TAKING OFF EARLY AND WE'RE GOING OUT. JUST US," Papyrus emphasized.

"You're taking me out on a date-date?? A real date?! Hot damn! Alright! What time do I need to be ready by? What about the kiddos?"

"I'm going to babysit for pizza and chore exemption!" Serif told her with excitement. Chara hugged her boy in gratitude, kissed her husband goodbye, and ushered them to her car for school.

Papyrus had a plan and it involved an expensive rock he had been secretly saving for, a dinner reservation at her uncle MT's restaurant, and a bottle of his favorite wine. This was all just a small part of a bigger plan for their anniversary and he hoped the surprise would take her breath away like he used to do. Feeling pleased with his mate's reaction, Papyrus headed to work with a smile the whole way.

Once Saturday came, Chara made sure she was ready wearing a new red dress Mettaton had suggested. At first, she protested saying she couldn't pull off something so revealing at her age, but once she modeled it for her uncle as proof she fell in love with it. It had a much lower neckline than what she wore even at her wedding but it fit like a glove and was still modest despite the dipped sweetheart neckline. It wrapped around the shoulders, stopped mid-thigh, and was covered in fine lace.

"Darling, you look fabulous!" Mettaton exclaimed. "Keep the dress. It's going to knock him out of his shoes or my name isn't Uncle Ton-Ton! And, if it doesn't knock him out, I might." Chara laughed and playfully shoved him. However, he wasn't wrong. Papyrus quickly found he was the one left breathless when she casually stepped down wearing that simple yet elegant dress with matching heels, and blood-red lips in a shade that fit her beautifully.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready," she smiled mischievously at him as he rubber-necked up the stairs to grab his clothes for a shower. He hadn't said a word, but he didn't need to. The look on his face told her everything.

"Wow! Momma's pretty tonight!" Sylfae giggled.

"Mom's pretty everyday, sissy," Serif chastised her a little.

"Momma's extra pretty today!" she explained.

"It's okay, sweetie, I know what she means. Thank you both, though. Makes me feel good that my kids think I look nice even if I'm a mess," Chara explained giving all three dark red lipstick marks on their cheeks before going over rules and safety. Papyrus was ready by the time she was through and escorted her out the door wearing a suit he hadn't donned in ages.

"YOU LOOK STUNNING IN THAT DRESS... IF I DIDN'T SAY THAT EARLIER..." he told her sheepishly.

"You didn't say a thing when you walked in. You ogled and choked on air trying not to trip over your jaw going up those stairs," she smirked back.

"HOW DARE YOU NOT BE ABLE TO HEAR ALL THE THOUGHTS GOING THROUGH MY SKULL! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! AND I THOUGHT THEM AS LOUD AS I COULD TOO!" Chara laughed and jostled him with her elbow as he drove.

They had their usual meal in the private lounge away from everyone. Papyrus stuck with one glass of wine since he was driving while his wife had three which was two more than she needed since she abstained most of the time. Every conversation they had led right back to their kids at first until they were able reconnect on a more intimate level. "It is so hard to believe we have gone this long without a genuine date. When did our lives get so crazy? We still went out occasionally with Serif and even after Kabel we did things together. It's like Sylfae came along and suddenly things were too much."

"SOME OF IT HAS TO DO WITH BUSINESS PICKING UP A GREAT DEAL AT THE RESTAURANT. IT WASN'T AS POPULAR AS IT IS NOW. WHICH IS WHY I'M ABLE TO HIRE MORE HELP. AND... HOW I'LL BE ABLE TO START HAVING MORE TIME WITH YOU AND THE KIDS." Chara smiled wide with her doe eyes sparkling in the soft lighting. It made his soul skip once again as he sipped the same glass of wine. "CHARA, SIXTEEN YEARS AGO I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT NIGHT?"

"Oh heaven's mercy, how could I ever forget, Pap?!" Chara guffawed as her cheeks turned rouge. "Oh wait... that was the other timeline wasn't it?? One timeline I ran out afraid you would hate me because I knew I couldn't hide the truth anymore and the other was you putting the ring into a dessert that I almost choked on. Which one are we living? Gosh, I can't believe Gaster fucked up our first timeline so bad we had to literally go back in time..."

"I WISH I COULD REMEMBER BOTH. THE FIRST ONE SOUNDS LIKE AN ENDEARING MOMENT WHERE I ALMOST KILLED YOU IN THIS ONE..." Papyrus turned a little orange and sipped his water next.

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm the child that death refuses. I'm not going until it's on my terms again, heehee!! Anyway, what brought that up, dear?"

"I WAS JUST THINKING OF HOW I MESSED THAT UP SO BAD, IN BOTH TIMELINES APPARENTLY, THAT I WANT TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU." Without another word, the tall skeleton monster stood and moved to her side of the table to kneel.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Chara asked with wide uneasy eyes as if they hadn't been together for over a decade.

"WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE ORIGINALLY," he answered taking both of her hands in his. "CHARA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING. OUR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING UP IN THE NEAR FUTURE AND FOR THAT I WANT TO CELEBRATE IN A SPECIAL WAY, BUT IN ORDER TO PREPARE I HAVE TO START HERE. CHARA SKELETON, LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY ONE AND ONLY, MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, MY PUZZLE BUDDY, MY BEST FRIEND, WOULD YOU MARRY ME AGAIN? A THIRD TIME TECHNICALLY?" Papyrus revealed a princess cut chocolate diamond ring set in rose gold to match her wedding set. Her wedding ring was a chocolate heart with alternating pink and white diamonds on the outline. This ring had the pink and white diamonds set in the band on the sides of the center piece.

"Holy fucking shit, Papyrus! We don't have the money-"

"YES WE DO. I MAY HAVE TWEAKED THE CHECKBOOK BALANCE A LITTLE OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS TO SAVE FOR IT. I KNEW MONEY WOULD BE YOUR FIRST CONCERN. HONEY, YOU DO EVERYTHING FOR ME AND THE KIDS, YOU MAKE SURE WE ALL HAVE AND YOU PUT YOURSELF LAST THESE DAYS. SADLY, I'VE BEEN GUILTY OF IT RECENTLY TOO AND THAT'S NOT ME. I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO PUT YOU FIRST BUT THE KIDS COME FIRST AND WE BOTH UNDERSTAND THAT. TONIGHT, YOU COME FIRST. THIS IS PART OF YOUR PRESENT. PROPOSING PROPERLY AND RENEWING OUR VOWS IS THE ANOTHER PART. YOU GET TO HAVE THE WEDDING YOU WANT INSTEAD OF THE POLITICAL STATEMENT THE EMBASSY MADE IT INTO THE FIRST TIME."

"Pap... I don't care how many times you ask, how you ask, where you ask, or what you ask with, my answer will always be yes." She cupped his face softly and kissed him eagerly. His arms immediately wrapped around her small frame still holding the box. "This time it will be just closest friends and family. I know it will still be bigger than it should be, but at least it won't be the whole damn city crammed into the ballroom at Mom and Dad's."

"WHATEVER YOU WANT, SWEETHEART. I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN."

"So..." Chara grinned mischievously, "does this mean we're a couple again or...?"

"CHARA, LOVE, YOU'RE TIPSY. THIS GLASS IS YOUR LAST ONE. HERE, PUT THIS ON SO I KNOW IT FITS."

"This one will go on the other side. I'm not moving my wedding set my baby picked out for me."

"HONEY, I DIDN'T-"

"Shhh. Let me pretend you didn't consult with Uncle MT this once... I love you, Pap..."

"I LOVE YOU, BABY. WELL, I'M EXCITED. BECAUSE THE REST OF YOUR ANNIVERSARY PRESENT IS THE HONEYMOON. YES I PLANNED A HONEYMOON TOO BEFORE YOU SAY A THING. THE CABIN WAS NICE, BUT WE'RE GOING ON A CRUISE THIS TIME. A WHOLE WEEK, NO KIDS, NO KIDS - DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. THEY GET EVERYTHING. THIS IS FOR ME AS WELL AND I WANT SOME LONG OVERDUE, QUALITY ALONE TIME WITH MY WIFE." Chara glared at him but she couldn't help agreeing that they needed this.

"Who's going to keep them?"

"WELL, THEY'VE HAD THEIR SHOTS AND ARE HOUSE BROKEN, SO ANY BOARDING KENNEL WILL TAKE THEM-"

"Papyrus!! You ass! Stop that!" Chara busted out in laughter which caused him to join her cracking himself up. "That joke is so old! They're not animals, Papyrus."

"I BEG TO DIFFER! I'VE SEEN THEM EAT! THEY SHOULD BE EATING OUT OF A DOG BOWL."

"Papyrus!" Chara playfully scolded him and smacked him with her cloth napkin.

"Well, it sounds like you two lovelies are having fun," Mettaton came in to check on them. "How was everything?"

"Hey, Uncle Ton-Ton! Everything was perfect as always. Thank you for letting us have the private venue," Chara greeted him with a hug.

"Anytime as long as it's not booked prior, you know that. Are you going to have a dessert as usual, darling, or has the wine and frosted chocolát been enough?" he winked.

"You knew!! You knew why I wanted a new dress! You two dirty, scheming men!"

"Of course I knew, darling! Papy runs every fashionable decision by me first. I thought you knew that by now? Plus, I have connections. Why pay more if you don't have to? I respect that as a fellow businessman and as a consumer. But my-my, that does look gorgeous on your delicate little hand. He actually did pick it out himself this time though. I simply pointed him to the right place and person. So, did she say yes, Papy?"

"Of course I did! He's my husband for goodness sake!"

"Well, dear, to be fair you might have hit him with divorce papers. I've seen it plenty of times..."

"OVER MY DUSTED DEAD BODY..." Papyrus mumbled into his glass of wine finishing it. "WHAT??" he asked as both of them stared in disbelief at his unfiltered comment.

"Papyrus, if I wanted to leave then I would have taken the kids and split years ago," Chara answered.

"THEY WOULDN'T FIND YOUR BODY, MY LOVE..."

"He's so dramatic sometimes, darling. How do you put up with it? Hee!" Mettaton joked.

"YEAH... DRAMATIC... HEHEH..." Papyrus gave a half-hearted laughed and chugged his water. "ANYWAY, WE TOLD SERIF WE WOULD BE HOME IN TIME TO PUT TROUBLE AND MINION TO BED. SHALL WE, MY NEW FIANCÉ?"

"Pfft! You're so silly, Pap." Chara moved to stand, but Papyrus swept her up like old times and carried her to the car. Now this was reminiscent of the man she married.

@papara-week

#papara-week #shipping #fanfic #day 5

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