#please ignore my alice in wonderland ass floor

[zooophagous]

Aster you can't fight him anymore he's bigger than you

[realcube]

Shifting // Hinata x Reader

summary: hinata learns about this thing called ‘shifting realities’ so he tries do use the Alice in Wonderland method to meet his anime gf - (Y/N) (L/N).

tw// cussing, sex references, shifting 

Hinata sighed, hopping off of his bed and shuffled over to the middle of this room, lying down on the only clear part room that wasn't filled with (Y/N) - from '(Y/N)'s Quick Fame' - memorabilia.  "This is so stupid." He murmured - phone in hand, he relaxed on the warm floor, exhaling through his nose and letting the weight on his shoulders slowly melt away. 

He lightly tapped the unpause button on his phone for the subliminal the chose to start playing again, after that he simply let go of any stress in his body - as the recalled the instructions telling him to do - his breath hitching upon hearing the light thump of his phone hitting the ground. As the subliminal rung in his ears, stimulating his ear, his eyelids began to feel heavy so he allowed them to fall, plunging him into darkness. 

Now that he felt fully at ease with his breathing and body, the next step came naturally to him; in his head head he repeated, "I am in my desired reality. I am with (Y/N)." He continued to repeat this step until he felt himself become lighter, as if some force above him was trying to suck his soul out of his body. 

He didn't even need to consciously decide that he was going to move on to the following step because next thing he knew, he was chilling under a luscious, tall tree during summer time, in an endless, gorgeously-green field. His phone was in his hand but when he glanced down to look at the screen, it didn't seem like he was currently doing anything on it other than admiring his lock screen - which was a picture of (Y/N) in her school outfit, of course.

His was just about to input his password and scroll through Instagram or something, but he clearly wasn't quick enough about it because before he even got the chance, a familiar figure zoomed by the tree, instantly catching Hinata's eye as the girl let out a distinct giggle that he was able to recognise in his sleep. "(Y/N)!" He chirped, the relaxation leaving his body and hastily being replaced by adrenaline as he hopped to his feet to chase after you, "Come back!" 

You simply kept running, unable to stifle the giggles in reaction to Hinata's adorable response to seeing you. Playfully, you looked over you shoulder and stuck your tongue out at the boy who seemed to be gaining on you at a rapid pace, "Catch me if you can, Shoyo~" You teased in your signature sing-songy tone.

Hinata felt an odd sensation around him, as if he was slipping - but his feet were still gracefully planting on the ground as he bolted after you. However, he ignored this feeling for now as his main focus was on catching you..until he realised, "Wait- how do you know my name?-"

He barely finished his sentence before he watched you plummet down a hole in the ground that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He was ready to bawl his eyes out at sight, until he heard your sweet laugher echo through the hole and out the top; "Follow me, Shoyo!"

Hinata blinked rapidly as he stared into the hole which simply seemed like an endless abyss to him, was he seriously just gonna freefall into god-knows-what just to follow you? HELL YEAH! He dolphin dived straight into that bitch and did fucking summersaults and shit on his way down, he was ecstatic to meet you and he wasn't about to let a bitch-ass hole get in his way.

However, he started to slightly regret his decision when he realised that he had been falling for an abnormal amount of time - he didn't have a watch on or anything but if he had to guess, he'd been falling for like a minute straight. At first it was fun but now it was just getting weird. Yes, he's a virgin so he doesn't have an excessive amount of experience with hole but he was like 90% sure that this wasn't normal.

Just as that thought occurred to him though, he felt his side thump against the hardwood floor of the room he just landed in - again, not an expert on holes - but he was shocked that he managed to fall from such a distance and not even sustain a bruise! He almost got blunt trauma from Kageyama 'mistaking' his head as a ball so this was quite impressive for him. 

His sense of pride was short-lived though as it was soon replaced by confusion as he took a moment to actually get up and look around the room he was currently standing in - it was all white, except for the floor which was the same oak colour as the floor in his room. And the only things in the room, other than himself, was a small white table with a bold, black key on it - and not a normal house key either, like one of those keys from the cartoons with only three bits and no key wards. 

Oh, and the door. How could I forget the door? The absolutely colossal fuckin' gothic door that was on the wall opposite Hinata and was like 3 times bigger than the tangerine himself. 

Hinata took a moment to look around the room to make sure this wasn't a trap, he was desperate to see you though so he only took like 3 seconds analysing the rest of the boring room before taking the key and plugging it into the exuberant door, twisting it 3 times anti-clockwise before he heard a click and the door swung upon, almost taking Hinata with it. 

A bright light shone through the  other side of the door, making Hinata immediately squint and hiss in reaction. Then, he heard a familiar voice snicker in front of him, "Hi, Shoyo~" You greeted the boy, cocking your head to the side slightly as you patiently waited for him to retract his hands so you could get a good look at his face for the first time - well, the first time while you were both in the same reality. 

He moved his hands away from his face and as soon as he realised who was standing in front of him, he was unable to contain his excitement and he basically threw himself into your arms, "(Y/N)!" He exclaimed, his voice cracking out of sheer joy. "Is it really you?- I mean- you feel really but, uh.." he was at a loss for words as he was sure that it was you who he was holding in his arms right now, but he wanted to know it was..you you.

A light pink blush tickled the tips of your ears at his sudden act of affection - did he really like you that much? I mean, you loved him too but his reaction was so authentic and it really seemed like he was ready to burst into tears any second now. "Um, yeah, it's really me." His head was buried deep into your neck but it was clear by your voice that you were smiling. Grabbing both his shoulder, you pushed him back so you could see his face and make direct eye-contact with him.

Okay, now that you could see your reflection in his stunning eyes that you longed to meet for so long, so began to understand why he was so emotional about this - in fact, you kinda felt your own eyes start to gloss over as well. Your breath escaped you but you still managed to croak out a, "I-Is that really you, Hinata?" 

He nodded rapidly, a few of his crystal tears flying off his chin in the process - "I've.." he stammered, inhaling sharply as he felt himself become faint from a lack of breath. "I've always want to meet you, (Y/N). Look! I even-" he felt up is pockets in search of his phone to show you his lock screen but then it hit him like a truck - he had dropped his phone at the tree when he was chasing you! And obviously, he didn't stop to pick it up. No regret tbh but he did mutter a faint 'shit' under his breath.

You ignored the last part, choosing to focus on the fact that he was finally here with you  - however, you knew you couldn't be too happy just yet. He had to carry out the final step before he could complete the shifting process, so you stepped aside and led him over to his bed that stood at the right-hand side of his room; just like it did in real life! In fact, the room you had led him into was just an exact replica of his own room..kinda embarrassing since it had your face decorated all over it but oh well. "Please lie down." You requested.

He obeyed, plopping himself down on the bed and cuddling up to his (Y/N) body pillow just like he always did when he first gets into bed. "Alright." He chirped, closing his eyes while trying to wipe away the foolishly large grin that was plastered on to his face. "This is the part where I fall asleep, right?" 

You nodded, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you crouched down beside his bed, stroking his arm and sending him a reassuring look. "Yes, you are correct." You couldn't help but giggle at how robotic you sounded, "If it helps, I could sing you a song. A lullaby~?"

Hinata blushed at the offer but he knew fine well that if you did that he'd have a wet dream and probably ruin the shift. Obviously, he wasn't going to admit that though so he made up the best excuse that he could. "No thanks, (Y/N). I sleep better in silence." 

You hummed understandingly, getting back onto your feet before you advanced towards the door, looking over your shoulder to admire how peaceful the tangerine looked on his bed. "Well, if that's the case, It'd be better if I left for now." You explained, halting in your tracks once you reached the door. "Don't worry, though, I'll be right by your side when you wake up. Sleep tight, Shoyo." You cooed, exiting the room and gently closing the door behind you, leaving Hinata in the silence he requested.

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Hinata woke up feeling groggy as usual, but that quickly faded as he heard a melodious sound from above him. Without wasting another second, his eyes shot open and met with your soft, (e/c) ones above him. You shot him a sweet smile as you stopped singing to greet him, "Good morning, Hinata. You slept like a baby!" You'd been waiting to make that comment ever since he hit REM sleep because you couldn't but admire how deep of a sleeper he was. "I mean, I carried you from your room all the way here and you didn't even show any signs of being awake."

Hinata rubbed his eyes to properly inspect what was going on - clearly, you were above where his head rested which was..ON YOUR THIGHS!?..You thought his head was gonna shoot up? Hell no. He's waited way too long for this. Yes, his eyes did widen and his cheeks did flush at the realisation but like hell was he going to move his head, he was staying put right where he was, thank you very much. 

Anyway, he glanced down to see what his legs were resting on and he concluded that y'all were on the couch while..pancakes were cooking? The sweet scent of the treat filled his nostrils and almost made him salivate - or maybe that was to do with the lap thing, wasn't too sure - but he was starving so of course he had to point it out in hopes that you'd offer him some. "What's that smell?" He took in a large whiff on the syrupy scent, involuntarily making his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure, "Are those pancakes?!"

You giggled, your eyes staying glued to his hair that you were currently playing with and putting into little ponytails. "Yep. I made them just for you." You placed a kiss on his forehead before removing your hands from his soft, ginger hair, having finished putting in the hair-ties. "C'mon, let's eat."

Hinata nodded enthusiastically, excited to try the food you had made for him but also missing the feeling of you thighs press against the back of his neck and you finger gently caressing his scalp as he sat up to follow you to where ever the treats were. "Really?!" He exclaimed, hot on your trails as you turned to enter the oh-so familiar dining room that he had already seen in multiple pages of this '(Y/N)'s Quick Fame' mangas. And there, on the dining table was a huge stack of at least 7 pancakes, covered in glorious, dripping syrup, fork and knife at either side, ready for him to dig in. 

So that's exactly what he did. He rushed over to the table, fell back into the chair in front of the pancakes and tucked in - he was way too hungry to hesitate.

A smile tickled the tips of lips as you strolled over to the table, taking the seat opposite Hinata and quickly got lost in a trance, watching Hinata's charming little face as he gobbled down the pancakes at an ungodly pace. "I- Slow down, Hinata!" You whined, waving your hand in front of his face in order to grab his attention, "I don't want you choking before our first.." your voice trailed off, thinking of what would be appropriate thing to say in this situation while Hinata stared at you with hopeful eyes. "...our first kiss!" 

Hinata laughed, a few chunks of pancake flying out his mouth like a fountain in process before he went back to scoffing up the delectable pancakes sat in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he sat his fork and knife down with a lil' clink which went along cutely with the faint ah that escaped his lips, as he laid back in his chair, placing a hand on his full stomach - a cheesy grin on his face, "I'm stuffed. That was delicious, thank you so much." He would've yelled that but his sugar-coated throat didn't allow him to do so. "You're the best, (Y/N) - I should've shifted earlier."

You hummed in agreement, patting your thighs as an indication that you wanted him to come sit on your lap, "Yeah, that would've been nice - honestly, this sounds pretty lame but I've been praying to meet you for ages, Hinata." You croaked, to shy to make eye-contact hence your gaze dropped to your feet.

Hinata's throat went dry, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to process what you just said because surely he must be hearing you wrong. "Seriously?!" He almost squealed, jumping to his feet and sprinting over to your side of the table, promptly taking a seat next to you, copying the motion that you did to show that he wanted you to sit on his lap.

Obliging, you shuffled off your chair to nuzzle your rear nicely in between his crotch area and his stomach, reaching up to  ruffled his perfectly-done hair, "Yeah, of course. I've-" You paused, not really sure if you wanted to admit the follow but upon remembering that Hinata's room was literally filled to the brim with your face, you figured that it couldn't be too bad embarrassing to say; "I've..got a shirt with your number on it, especially for you." You lowered your voice, scared that Hinata would find it creepy but once you finally built up the courage to look back at him, you saw the massive smile and light blush that dusted his cheeks.

"That's adorable, (Y/N)!" Hinata chuckled, snaking his arms around your waist and giving you a brief squeeze, burying his nose into you the crook of your neck, unable to fight the urge to leave a little nibble on it. "Now I don't have to give you my shirts - I mean, I would if you want me to."

You crinkled your nose in delight and surprise at his reaction which was oddly positive, "Awh, yeah, I guess." You mumbled, feeling your eyes getting heavy so you spun around so that you were now straddling Hinata, as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Sorry, Hinata." You yawned, "I just- I'm so tired."

Hinata nodded, thinking that you looked gorgeous even when you were tired but it was had for him to prevent a blush creeping onto his face as he felt his bulge rub against your clothed crotch, "I get it. Fall asleep in my arms~" he joked, absent tracing circles up and down your back. 

You hummed in agreement while your face was buried in his neck, the vibrations from that rushing down his spine and making a certain area twitch. "Yeah, and when I wake up, we'll go on an adventure. How does that sound?" You inquired, already half-sleep.

"Perfect."

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Fourteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: it might be a little bit longer for the next update :( I’m still currently working on chapter 15.

“God damnit, Colson! Delete that shit! We are not engaged!” Tiffany shouted, holding her phone’s screen out to him, irritation surging through her. 

“The fuck we aren’t! You said so yourself! You can’t take that shit back!” He argued, cheeks ticking with a smile as he chucked at her, “Don’t be mad now.”

The moment Tiffany had turned her phone on it erupted in texts and missed calls and social media notifications, all linking her to Colson’s newest social media posts. The first one was the picture he had taken the previous morning, her bare face and bright eyes surrounded by crazy tangles of purple, the simple caption of “What’s understood, doesn’t have to be explained.” enticing thousands of comments from fans and friends. It was the word under the second picture though, that made Tiffany’s face redden and annoyance spike. 

The simple word, “Fiancé,” stared back at her, slapping her in the face. 

The picture itself was adorable, a simple selfie of the two of them in front of the Alice in Wonderland statue. Tiffany’s hand had been placed on Colson’s face, two of the three shiny diamonds displayed across her fingers as they both smiled into the camera happily. 

“It was during sex, Kels!” Tiffany retorted hotly, throwing her arms into the air in frustration, “It’s not like you got down on your knee for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you don’t give a fuck about that shit,” Colson scoffed, waving his hand uncaringly in her direction with a sarcastic smile, “Just accept the happiness, Tiff.”

“Rook! Come get your fucking friend before I blow his head off!” Tiffany whined, stomping down the hall to the living room and plopping herself down on her couch next to her brother. 

Rook looked up from the joint he was rolling with a confused expression on his face at the same time Colson rounded the corner, the man looking offended. 

“The fuck happen now?” Rook asked, holding his hands out with the question as he looked between them, cheesy grin curving his lips, “I thought y’all were getting married?”

“Are you fucking serious?” Tiff groaned, slapping Rook across the chest before looking to Colson, “He’s on your side too?!”

“Everyone’s on my side, baby!” Colson teased, holding his arms out wide as he did a little side step back and forth, “We’re engaged, bitch!” 

“That wasn’t a real proposal!” She countered, picking up a plastic bottle from the table and hurling it at him. “There wasn’t even a ring!”

“I bought you three rings that night, you little bitch,” Colson laughed, picking the bottle up and chunking it back at her, “Now put one on that finger.”

“No!” She refused, crossing her arms as she shrugged against the side of the couch, side eyeing her brother with a betrayed glare, “I hate you two.”

“He asked you to marry him, you said yes. How is that not a proposal?” Rook inquired, lighting the joint before passing it to Colson.

“He asked me in the middle of me riding his dick! That doesn’t fucking qualify!”

“Hey, Hey, Hey,” Rook interrupted, covering his ears with his hands, “Fuck off! I don’t wanna hear that shit!” 

“You fucking asked, dick,” Tiffany huffed, snatching the joint from Colson as her eyes flashed dangerously at him, “We are not engaged, take that post down. Now.”

“Nope.” Colson replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end smugly as he leaned over where she sat on the sofa. “We are engaged, bitch.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Tiffany spat, blowing a cloud of smoke in his face. Her lips curled into a devilish smirk when he bared his teeth and snarled at her. 

Colson nipped playfully at her, his jaw snapping as he buried his face in her hair while she ‘struggled’ to push him away. 

“You two are ridiculous, you know that,” Rook complained, shifting over to the other couch as the two began to wrestle against each other on the one they were currently occupying.

“Lil’ bitch is just mad she gon’ be my wife,” Colson jeered, his tongue extending from his mouth to swipe the side of her face as he lay on top of her. 

Tiffany instantly shrieked in disgust, pushing against Colsons chest as hard as she could, “Get offff!”

“Gonna get fucked by this dick every night.” He continued, raising up off of her to thrust his hips into her thighs. 

“Bro!” Rook barked, standing up and groaning loudly, “Jesus Christ!” 

“My bad, dog.” Colson apologized halfheartedly, smirk still adorning his face as he licked his lips and smacked her outer thigh. He looked down at Tiffany as she lay there, his eyebrows lifting as he looked pointedly at her, “Imma marry you.”

Rolling her eyes, Tiffany sat up beside Colson as her brother held the joint out again. The topic shifted over to them flying home the next day as they finished the roach, Tiffany pouting when Rook let her in on the early morning departure.

“I’ve gotta get Case, like, the moment we land, babe. I’m sorry.” Colson sulked, his shoulders dropping with his own sadness. His eyes shifted from the floor, to her, and back before he murmured lowly, “I wish you’d come with me.”

“You know I can’t, Cols.” Tiffany replied, looking at him knowingly before kissing his cheek, “And I understand, babe. Please tell Itty Bit I miss her and her pancakes. I’ll be there for her to make me some as soon as possible.”

“I will.” He promised, pressing his lips against her temple as he reeled her into his side.

“We’ll be back here soon, too.” Rook added, looking up from his phone that had began to occupy him. 

“I know,” She nodded, humming as she leaned her head against Colsons shoulder. Her lip twitched as she smirked, “still sucks, though; having to be apart from your fiancé so soon after the engagement.”

—

“Bro, come the fuck on,” Slim complained, pushing Colson’s arm gently to get his attention, “You act like you ain’t never gon’ see her again or somethin’.��� 

“Man, jus’ leave me alone.” Colson returned, shrugging his friend off with a huff as he looked back down to his phone, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Y’all fighting again, dog?” Slim questioned, ignoring his best friends comment and sitting beside him on the couch, “It’s only been a week since we left. Why she trippin’?”

“It’s not even her, dude.” Colson sighed, putting his phone down on his lap and scrubbing his face with his palms, “I’m being stupid again.”

“What’d you do this time?” Slim asked,exasperated, shaking his head as he side eyed Colson. Slim snatched one of the rolled joints from the table, lighting it and hitting it while waiting on his answer. 

“Mannnn,” Colson huffed, his knee bouncing as he rested his elbow on it. He shook his head back and forth before taking the spliff from Slim’s fingers, inhaling deeply before answering, “Her and Norman went out last night ‘cuz he’s leaving or whatever and got all fucked up. She called me and he was all laughin’ and shit in the background.”

“Nigga, okay?” Slim scoffed, taking the joint back from Colson as he cocked an eyebrow at him, “The fuck is the issue? She goes out with him all the time, and it ain’t like you ain’t had hoes laughin’ and gigglin’ and hangin’ all up on yo stupid ass.” 

“I know, dog,” Colson replied with a groan, slouching back on the couch to sulk, “Shit just bothered me, and of course that only pissed her off, and now she’s not talking to me.”

Slim hit the joint deeply as he looked at his friend, the smoke catching in his lungs as he spoke, “Good, I wouldn’t either.” 

“Thanks, bro.” Colson deadpanned, rolling his eyes. 

“Man, are you serious about marrying this girl or are you jus’ frontin’?” Slim questioned, hitting the joint again before passing it to Colson. 

“I’m dead fuckin’ serious, man.” Colson answered seriously, his eyes watching the burning cherry of the roach while he ashed it on the leg of his jeans.

“Then you need to stop acting like you don’t know who that girl is, man. She ain’t like you, dumbass.” Slim scolded, irritation evident in his tone as he looked at Colson sternly, “If she love you, she love you. That’s Tiff, Kels. Tiffany. Our friend, our family. She ain’t some random hoe.”

Colson nodded, his head just barely moving as he comprehended everything Slim said. He hit the roach a last time before handing it back, silent as he tried to think of the right thing to say. 

“I’ll be back.” Colson said after a minute, new determination in his eyes as he grabbed his phone and hopped up from the couch. His voice could be heard as he headed towards his bedroom, Tiffany’s name being spoken softly as he articulated the words of an apology. 

Slim leaned back into the cushions with a smirk adorning his face, lighting up another joint as he enjoyed the satisfaction. 

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[nightmaretyrantvantas]

So I’m finally getting around to writing out a bunch of info about my Sander Sides au so I hope youre all ready--(its like 1 am im so sorry for any spelling mistakes and missed tags)

So its 1 am on a work night and I cant sleep and I’ve had lots of ideas and canon things for this au bouncing around my head for days and now TONIGHTS THE NIGHT ITS HAPPENING IM DELIVERING YOU ALL THE DETAILS AND EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF AND TYPE 

Also please feel free to ask about this! I know I got a few new followers from all my recent sander sides art and also thanks to @sugarglider9603 reblogging some art I made of their au I got the biggest flood of exposure and attention on my art ive ever had and I have so much to thank them for, for all recent exposure ive gotten the past couple days( theyre so sweet and lovely and easy to talk to sugar deserves all the love--) and its given me a huge surge of motivation and confidence to post this. And please, my inbox is always open to talk about my aus or my art! Ask questions, send requests, send headcanons or ideas, send fluff angst im open to anything and I try to do all requests sent to me(sooner or later)

Oh oh! and please id you catch any and all the little inspirations or anything let me know

And finally this au is a LAMP au with Remile and Demus on the side

Ahem ahem anyway onto the au!!!

More under the cut so I dont flood your screen too bad!

Ok so! 

This Au was originally inspired by @residentanchor‘s amazing fanfic A Lesson in Practicality and also a little bit by @prettyinaccurate‘s fanged virgil au( I’ll get more into that further down) 

So it takes place in a (currently) unnamed bigger city I based off San Francisco and Sacramento( because I live in Cali and those are the two major cities ive really visited ya know?) The boys are all in various stages of their twenties when they move into a four bedroom apartment together: Patton Foster is the oldest of the roomies at 27, then Logan Masters at 26, Roman Prince at 24, and finally Virgil Collins at 22. They move in together because it all works out for them really, the apartment is in a good distance to all their current jobs, whether by bus or even in Pat’s case in walking distance and with all four of them it was well affordable and was pretty nice. I mean hey it even came with a little communal balcony ( since theyre on third floor of the building) 

Things are understandably a little rocky at first , i mean isnt it always though?

Virgil has alot of anxiety and so he tends not to talk really at all at the beginning unless he ABSOLUTELY had to, mostly communicating in noncomittal noises and soft grumbles, and he was fresh out of collage and barely two years into his job and out on his own for the first time and he wasnt really ready for it either like christ too many people

Patton was bright bubbly and caring. This wasnt his first rodeo with roomies, I mean cmon, hes been sharing a room with his older brother Damian(deceit) on and off almost all his freakin life, nor was it his first time living on his own with strangers(hes lived in two different parts of two when he was job hopping before he settled down in his current part time job)

Roman was extroverted loud and exciteable, he too was used to sharing his living space( he had TWO siblings after all) and before he had moved into the apartment he had tried living on his own and with other roommates while he attended collage, but those just didnt work out well ( he ended up staying with his older brother Remy in his studio apartment across the city while he finished out that semester and searched for a job to keep an income.

Logan was serious minded stern toned and confident, he had a minor degree in teaching that he was slowly repursueing and had been out on his own for awhile before he had moved in. And though cold at first he soon found his group of housemates...enjoyable.

Its about a month into them living together that they learn exactly why despite slowly getting close and getting to know each other Virgil still kept a wide distance: He had entirely sharp teeth.

“ I dunno....I was born with them..theyve always been a sharp pain in my ass...” - virgil, about his teeth

Of course just having sharp teeth wasnt bad enough oh no. You see a few years back when he was about 18 he was young and dumb and made horrifically stupid and reckless decisions under peer pressure and ended up doing something that not only pointedly (haha oh god im not funny) chipped his front teeth but it fucked up his teeth pretty majorly, he went from having a normal overbite to almost having a goddamn underbite and crooked all his teeth, and the only way to fix it( because somehow miraculous for all the damage done it turned out to be mostly reversable aside from the chipping) was getting braces to realign his teeth. So he’s had pretty purple braces over his fangs since he was 18 and they werent expected to come off until he was AT LEAST 25 and he was insecure about them. ( he got mocked for them through his two and a half years of junior collage)

Once the gang finds out they are understanding and helpful and dont make a big deal about it( though virgil gains a significant amount of more vampire related nicknames from roman)

Once they get close and comfortable around each other the apartment is pretty warm and lively! 

Virgil works at the art store as an assistant manager and head stocker( a bit of a dream come true since he was an art student)

Roman works as a part time waiter at a family resturant as well as working at a nearby theater( he was of course a lovely theater major) 

Patton worked at a nearby cafe and bakery as a bit of everything! He helped wait tables, serve behind the counter, and helped in the back in the kitchen( the owners were family friends and he’d been working there almost four to five years at that point, boi knows how to do everything) 

Logan worked at a big name bookstore, and also provided tutoring sessions for highschool students on the side by commision

More FACTS~~

Family ages for the big families go as follows:

Fosters: Damian(28), Patton(27)

Prince: Remy(26), Roman(24, older twin by 10 minutes), Remus(24, younger twin)

Emile is 27 and is a licensed therapist and works as a counselor for young adults that volunteers at the nearby library to ready to children

Remy works as a coffee barista in Emile’s building

Remus does alot of odd jobs, kinda working as an independent for hire and gets a surprising steady flow of work and pay. Hes still a trash man though, but hes a successful trash man( partly thanks to Damian calling in favors with connections)

Damian works at a law firm slowly moving into the position of prosecutor

Virgil doesnt really get along with his family and at some point Emile offers to take virgil in as his adopted brother, with Damian assuring him if he wanted concrete legal papers to start changing his last name, cutting ties with his family, anything needed for it he’d see to it that they’d be providing(something our boi really appreciates)

Remy visits Emile on his breaks since hes literally just...two hallways down and vice versa

Damian and Remus live together in the next, slightly smaller city over because Damian’s work transferred him to a different office in order for him to keep moving up in the ranks so to speak. 

Hes also good at what he does.

Family nights happen whenever they can

Patton got to teach them how to cook alot of complicatied dishes from scratch, a bonding time he adores

Roman got Virgil an Espeon hoodie after they all start dating and virgil loves it and wears it alot around the house because its a thicker hoodie and warm( though he tries to ignore the big ears and the obnovious tail

Virgil also loves visiting Roman’s work on what Ro likes to refer to as “ hellish days” AKA kids day which means goofy kid friendly theme days. His favorite was probably alice in wonderland day when Roman was Tweedle Dee

Roman played J.D at the local theater and likes to hum some of the his songs to switch up the Disney

The balcony is covered in houseplants and and a corner of old blankets and pillows to sit and chill on

Once a month Logan and Patton have what is affectionately referred to as the Cat Discourse

After any particularly rough days at work Patton tends to massage Logan’s shoulders and back to make sure Lo doesnt get any really bad stress knots

in return when Logan sees Patton’s head a hard day he makes Patton’s favorite drink and pulls him into a hug and let the older man fall asleep in his arms while they watch movies

Pat and roman sense each other’s bad days and order in some cliche diner food and hole up in pattons room with Pattons computer and relax the shittiness away with comedy specials and movies 

Likewise Virgil has a knack of picking up Roman’s bad days and always grabs a couple glasses and a bottle kinda cheap wine and they end up curling up together on Romans bed marathoning Disney movies on Virgil’s laptop 

and when Virgil closes himself off more than normal Logan manages to lure him out of his room and they end up sitting out on the balcony quietly talking and stargazing

so loving and fond and soft with each other

you hurt one of them you gonna get BEAT by the others. 

Speaking of getting beat, never EVER mess with Roman or Remus in Remy’s proximity

Remy Andrew Prince can and WILL fuck you right up if you hurt his little brothers. He’s protective.

and where Remy will rearrange your face Damian will ruin you mentally and legally if you so much as mistreat a single freckle on his little brother’s face, despite knowing that Patton is fully capable of taking care of himself. 

Everyone protects Virgil, dont mess with or hurt virgil or you have the pack coming for ya throat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand thats all I have for right now! Of course more will be added but now its almost three in the morning and I have work at 1:30pm and im sleepy finally! But I hope you guys like this! And please, feel free to talk to me about it, my inbox is always open!!

Taglist: @phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @loganberrysanders

[xlaitswrites]

That Which Sleeps...

There is the soft sound of music, a guitar being strummed and a gentle male voice singing along in an unintelligible language, that rings out above the soft crunch of snow being stepped on. It’s a calm, gentle song, serene but somber. The heart and soul of it’s singer is apparent, just by the tone of his song. Hands, enrobed in white, fingerless gloves, dance along the strings, coaxing out their voices.

The felinoid creature continues his song as he travels the snow-blanketed world he has discovered, the soft white of his surroundings lending it’s beauty to his craft. He is only stopped by a large, steep incline which blocks his path.

“Typical.” He growls, his twin, white-tipped black tails lashing about behind him in annoyance. “I get into a whimsical mew-d, and the planet decides to ruin it.” With a movement, the black tabby swings his guitar around to his back, his other hand raised to the air. With a snap, a small ball of light appears above his hand, swelling into the shape of his matter manipulator, which solidifies, then drops into his awaiting paw.

He takes aim and blasts away the snow before him, only to find more snow. His ears flick in annoyance, pulling the trigger harder as he walks forward, blasting more of a hole through layer and layer of snow. Sighing, he shakes his head. “I’d bet my tails this was from an avalanche.”

Because of the time this embankment was taking, the Kineptic began to whistle. It took him a moment to find the pitch and tune, but he picked up where his guitar left off, letting his notes stick into the snow. The sound was muffled, but it was there.

Measuring his distance, he closes his eyes, letting his music take him. In his mind, he focused on his own little world, a mental space created for him to find his muse and relax. His own little mindscape, his personal Wonderland where he was Alice. Here, he designed and crafted, tested his theories and writes his music.

He took his time to walk through the warm forests of his homeworld, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his tuxedo fur, the breeze rushing through his billowy, revealing clothes. With a snap, he materializes his guitar before him, spinning about and catching it before it falls too far. Claws for picks, he starts to play, in time with his whistling.

His concentration is suddenly broken as he trips. With a yeowl, the mostly-black feline falls flat on his face, matter manipulator clattering against stone and sliding noisily into the small cave. “Nyne hells, what…” As he sits up, he rubs his nose, looking about.

The cave is dark, but the snow-reflected light from outside allowed his eyes to see deeper than any other. There aren’t any signs of usual cave formations, and the surfaces were all smooth. It was as if the cave was carved out by a matter manipulator.

“Nyao… where did my Manipulator get to…”

It takes him a moment, but his eyes lock onto the gentle glow of the manipulator’s emitters. The glow was, to his eyes, enough to illuminate a shape further down in the cave. A large, rounded yet square dome, which seemed to have another odd lump next to it.

“What the…” He whispers breathlessly, ears now perked and on guard. If it was a creature, it would have heard his outcry and surely have come to investigate, but the lack of movement or response proved it was inanimate. The Kineptic dusts himself off as he gets up, then raises his hand in front of him.

A sharp snap echoes through the cave, and a small fireball is launched from his fingers, which shoots down the cave. It stops several feet away, hanging and hovering in the air, bright enough to illuminate the back end of the cave.

It was a tent and a firepit.

Wits about him, he cautiously approaches, retrieving his trusted tool from the ground as he passes over it. A quick snap de-materializes it, turning it into a ball of light which just fades into nothingness. The flap is sealed shut, the zipper and canvas all covered in thick sheets of ice. The campfire is long dead, with no warm ash or charcoal.

“Nya… whoever left this behind must have left years ago.” He mutters to himself, stepping away from the tent. He raises his other hand, giving a sharp snap as he swings it down and across the air, as if to slice the air. The projectile fired is fast, faster than any eye could register. A chunk of ice explodes off of it’s sheet, but a good bit remains.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

Once the tent’s door was cleared, he stepped a little closer. With careful claw and baited breath, the feline-man pulled the zipper, opening the tent just enough to peer inside without crouching too low.

Inside lay a sleeping bag, which was iced over but empty. Moving his vision upward, a simple oil-burning lantern hung from the crossbars of the tent, it’s lifegiving warmth long snuffed out. When his gaze returned lower, he stumbled backward, falling on his ass with a gentle cry of surprise.

There was someone still in there!

Frantically he rose, mindful of the icy floor as he rushed forward to open up the tent.

Encased in a thick layer of ice, was a humanoid body. Lighting the lamp lit up the tent better, revealing a Glitch in plain clothing. It’s optics were off, it’s face illumination dark. One of its legs was broken at the hip, laying on the floor, but still attached via a few pieces of colorful, brittle cable. The hand on that side was mangled and dented, a finger broken off, yet still attached, the back of the hand bent in and cracked. Clutched tightly against its chest was a matter manipulator, similar to the one the Kineptic carried.

Its emitters were damaged badly, the crystals cracked and broken, but surprisingly, still had a very faint glow to them. The bottom of it’s metal casing was badly dented and cracked, it’s paint chipped away and showing some signs of rusting. No doubt the thing wouldn’t work without repair.

“How long have you been here, friend?” The feline alien mutters. Making sure everything was there, the Kineptic male wraps his tails around the Glitch-sicle and starts dragging him out of the cave. “Don’t worry… I’ll get you free. I hope I’m not too late…”

Aboard the Kineptic ship, the feline moves about the planet, looking for any signs of a ship in orbit. Behind him, in the teleporter room of the ship, the broken glitch sits on the warmest thing in the ship, the teleporter pad.

“You know, I don’t think it was a good idea to bring a corpse aboard.” The S.A.I.L. remarks.

“This is the third time you’ve said that, S.A.I.L.. I heard you the first time.”

“Gatha, please listen for once…”

“I will turn you off and navigate on my own.” Comes the growl from the cockpit. “Just alert me when the Glitch is thawed, or if another ship comes within scanner range.” There’s a soft beep of compliance, and the computer screen goes dark.

Searching the orbit of this planet for a derelict vessel, time drags on for hours, into what feels like days. Staring into the black void before him, the feline enters various coordinates to check, letting the ship do most of the navigating on its own.

Gatha stretches and yawns, tongue curled and teeth on prominent display, as cats normally do. He throws a leg over the armrest of his chair, shifting his position to squish his back into the corner of the chair. Outstretching an arm to the command console, he types in a few sets of coordinates, then rests back, relaxing as he watches the stars whiz by, his large, emerald-dotted orbs flitting lazily about as he watches out the windshield.

It isn’t long before S.A.I.L. interrupts the Kineptics’ lazy moment. “Gatha, your passenger has thawed.”

There’s a heavy thump as the feline is scared from his chair onto the floor. “Damn it, S.A.I.L.! I hate it when you do that!” Dusting himself off as he gets up, Gatha looks at the door. “Thank you, though.”

Ignoring whatever the ships AI has to say, the felinoid walks through his ship, stopping at the door to the teleporter room. He gives a feeble attempt at slicking his ears back, only to have them pop back up, and then he takes one more step forward to trigger the motion activated door. It springs open with the sound of hissing pistons, one half of the door sliding to the left, the other swinging upward into the ceiling. There’s an amused smirk on Gatha’s face, still impressed at his own engineering.

There, propped up against the wall and seated on the slightly warm teleporter pad, sits the thawed Glitch remains. Gatha uses his Manipulator to dry it up, then hauls it into the main section of the ship, and onto an awaiting table.

It takes him some time, but Gatha manages to pull the whole machine together, repairing and replenishing what needs to be repaired. Unknown, ancient technology mixed and meshed with Kineptic esoteric ingenuity, a blending of new and old pull together this old Glitch.

“I wonder if he still works…”

There is a sudden, startled beep from within the ship. As his energy replenished to his auto-on threshold, Kernel returns to operation. His optics look around the alien room, scanning everything. Last his memory could recall, he was freezing to death in an artificial cave, after being caved in and unable to return to his ship. His eyes land on his hand, which was mangled and dented from attempting to unfreeze his leg. The gunmetal of his arm was now a stark contrast to the new, bronze-colored parts of the new parts on his hand. Running his fingers over the new metal, he is unable to determine it’s makeup, despite it being a near-perfect replica of the parts that were damaged.

His system diagnostics bring his vision past his hand, to his leg.  It had clearly been removed, as it was the same bronze coloration from the hip-joint down.

“Confusion: Where am I?”

[kaleidopewrites]

You Will Come Back To Us (Part 3)

Summary: Alice and Jefferson have a quiet life, just the two of them in the woods. That two, was about to become three. How does Jefferson handle childbirth?

Pairing: Jefferson x OC

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: childbirth, screaming, fluff, Grace is born, probably wouldn’t suggest young people reading this although its not as bad as smut

A/N: Hey, me again, hope y’all are liking the story. Let me know :) 

Part 1 | Part 2

Fairy Tale Land

I lounged in the rocking chair, humming away as I knitted the woollen blanket. My swollen stomach stood out but I ignored it as best as I could. Just a few more weeks I reminded myself. That was what the town doctor said. Just a few more weeks. I felt the baby squirm in my stomach and I smiled. I sat up, putting a hand to my skin and feeling the miniscule kicks.

The door to the cabin opened and Jefferson walked inside, his longer hair a mess from the slight breeze and his coat pulled up and around him. “Welcome home,” I smiled, slowly trying to rise from the chair. Jefferson quickly dropped his basket of mushrooms as he hurried over to help me.

“Alice, darling, you know what the doctor said.” He sighed as he took my hands, helping me stand from the chair. I groaned as I put a hand to my back, feeling the soreness in my bones. “If I sit in that chair day in and day out any longer, I’ll go insane.” I laughed, Jefferson smiling at me. “My dear rabbit, you’re already bonkers.” He grinned before giving me a sweet kiss.

I smiled as he walked over to the basket before I felt a strange twist in my stomach. I tried to ignore it, running my fingers down my belly. “I’m gonna go start a fire. It’s a bit chilly outside.” Jefferson smiled as he put the mushrooms where they should be. I smiled at him, convincing myself that I was just thirsty.

He walked out of the room and I felt the slight brisk air. Winter was certainly on its way. I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. That’s when I felt it. I gasped as I dropped the cup, putting my hands to my stomach. It was a sharp pain, one I hadn’t felt before. Millions of emotions ran through my head. Could there be something wrong?

I felt it again, before wetness streamed slightly down my legs. I knew what this was. “Jefferson?” I called, leaning against the counter as another contraction shot threw me. “Jefferson!” I shouted, angrily wondering why he wasn’t here now. The door to the cabin opened and he ran inside, eyes searching for me.

“Alice!” He called, running up to me as he dropped the firewood in his arms. I could instantly see the pain on my face. “The baby,” I panted, rubbing my hands across my stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain. It’s coming.” I said. Jefferson instantly paled. I thought he was going to be sick.

“What—no, not yet!” He called. I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t make the rules,” I sighed. I felt the pain build again and I groaned. “Alice?” He asked worriedly. I put my hands to his shoulders, trying to ease through the pain by leaning against him. I held onto him tightly, until the pain passed.

“I’ll go get a doctor,” Jefferson promised, moving to leave the hut but I held him tightly. “You are not leaving my side.” I growled at him. He looked conflicted. “But you need a doctor.” He argued. I wasn’t going to let him go. I couldn’t. “I am not giving birth by myself.” I sighed. “The town is too far away.”

“Our neighbours, they could run into town.” Jefferson suggested. I sighed as I leaned against the counter. “Just them, you’ll come straight back?” I asked. He nodded his head, his curls bouncing against his cheeks. “I promise I’ll come back.” He said. I sighed before nodding, pulling him in for a hug.

“If you don’t, I’ll kick your ass right back to Wonderland.”

I screamed as the contraction shot through me, making my muscles tense in the pain. Jefferson sat beside me, his skin paler than white and holding onto my hand. I knew I was probably crushing his bones but it didn’t matter. I breathed as best as I could until the pain slowed, easing away. I let my head drop to the pillow.

“Where is he?” Jefferson demanded after the contraction had ended. They were getting closer together now and the doctor still hadn’t shown up. A thick line was sweat was streaked across my forehead and skin, soaking the sheets of the bed and my nightgown. I didn’t mind, we needed new ones anyway.

Jefferson paced around the room, unable to keep still. He had water boiling over the fire but he didn’t know why. We were relying on the minimal information the town doctor had given us. It was the one time I hated that we lived so far from town. “I don’t know,” I sighed, my throat slightly dry from screaming.

Everything hurt. Being pregnant for nine months was bad, but actually giving birth was worse. “Jefferson,” I groaned tiredly, looking up at him as best as I could. I just wanted this baby out of me. There was no need for any more waiting. “I’m gonna go and see what’s taking so long.” He agreed, walking around to pick up his cloak.

“Jefferson,” I repeated, trying to sound firm but I was tired and in a lot of pain. “I’ll be back,” He mumbled, moving to go outside. “Jefferson!” I whined, a desperate and pleading tone in my voice. I don’t think I’ve ever sounded so helpless before. The Mad Hatter turned around, stopping in his tracks before walking over to the bed.

“Alice,” He sighed, wanting to argue. “No, please, don’t leave me,” I whispered to him, tears brimming in my eyes. Jefferson broke slightly at my desperation as his knees sunk to the floor beside the bed. “Please, I can’t do this without you,” I whimpered. “I’m scared.”

Jefferson hushed me as he took my hand, holding it tightly and close to him, pressing his lips against my knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised. I smiled as best as I could as I reached up, running my fingers through his hair. “I love you,” I whispered to him. Jefferson kissed my forehead as another contraction pulsed through me.

Screams filled the small cabin as I sat up, holding onto Jefferson tightly as the strongest contraction yet pulsed through me. I fell back against the pillow as I panted, squirming under the immense pain. The baby was quickly approaching and the doctor was yet to arrive.

“Jefferson,” I panted as he wiped my brow. “If the doctor doesn’t show, you have to do it.” I said. Jefferson gulped nervously, freezing in his actions. “I don’t think I can…” He trailed off, his chest heaving with nerves. I rolled my head towards him. “You have to help me. This baby is coming and it won’t wait around.”

Jefferson shook his head, his jaw tensing. “I’ve never done this before.” He mumbled. I scoffed at him. “And you think I have?” I asked but he stayed silent. “You’re the only one that can help.” I reminded him. He was still silent, a conflicting battle raging behind his eyes as he sat next to me, holding onto my hand as we awaited the next contraction.

He suddenly got up and walked down the bed, kneeling until he was between my legs. I sat up slightly and watched as he tentatively removed the blanket from me. His eyes widened and he gulped nervously, holding onto my ankles as his head rested against my shin.

“What?” I asked, worried. Where we doing something wrong? “There’s so much blood,” He whimpered. I rolled my eyes and rested against the bed. “For crying out loud, Jefferson.” I sighed. Jefferson continued to stare. “What else do you see?” Jefferson’s jaw tensed again.

“I don’t…” He trailed off, not sure what to make of the scene before him. Another contraction bubbled in my stomach but this time was different. This time I needed to push. “Oh, oh!” I groaned as I sat up again, following my instincts and pushing with the contraction.

Jefferson held my legs apart as I pushed, groaning and screaming as I did. He rubbed his hands up and down my legs as I screamed. “Oh, I see… Alice I see the head!” Jefferson suddenly cried out after the third contraction. I collapsed back down onto the bed, panting and on the verge of tears. “Fantastic.”

“We’re almost there,” He encouraged, rubbing my stomach soothingly. “Come on, Alice, just a few more strong pushes.” He said. I sighed as another contraction approached. Jefferson sat himself on the bed so I could hold onto him while I pushed and he could still see the crowning.

I bundled his tunic up in my hands as I pushed, the pain distorting my face as I felt the baby almost rip me open. “Ahh! I can’t!” I shook my head as the contraction fell away and the baby’s head slipped back into me. I panted, a few tears slipping from my eyes. I was too weak, I couldn’t do this anymore.

“Yes, you can!” Jefferson argued, rubbing his hands down my thighs. I shook my head, crying. “It hurts too much, I can’t.” I wept, holding him tightly. He leant forward as best he could, pressing a kiss against my lips. “You can do this, I believe in you.” He said, his eyes so full of belief and confidence I started crying again.

It was hard to believe this man was paler than a ghost a second ago, almost fainting whenever a contraction would arise. He quickly jumped off the bed when the contractions stopped temporarily. He ran around, searching for a blanket and scissors. “Jeffers—ahhh!!” I screamed, holding onto my knees as the contraction snuck up on me.

I groaned as I pushed, Jefferson quickly taking up his previous position again. “That’s it, push!” He shouted as I continued, my knuckles going white as I held onto his tunic again. He tucked the blanket under me slightly, getting ready when the baby would be pushed into the world.

“It’s coming, Alice, it’s coming.” He chanted as the contraction pulled away and I groaned. I just want it to be over. I just want this baby out of me. “One big push, that’s all you need. One big push.” Jefferson encouraged. I panted as the contraction returned and I groaned as I did as I was told, pushing as hard as I could.

The biggest scream I had tore from my throat, probably making my husband go deaf. He didn’t so much as cringe as he had his eyes fixed on the baby. “There’s the head!” Jefferson shouted but I couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing through my ears. I needed this thing out of me right now.

And then, I felt as if the pain just slipped right out of me, like pulling off a piece of clothing. I fell to the bed under me, panting at the sudden release of the pain. The tears had stopped falling from my eyes as I tried to relax. Everything still hurt but the room had gone silent.

Until I heard a snip and then a scream. A scream that was both unexpected and beautiful. My lips parted as I listened to the scream, even as it started calming down a little. “Alice?” Jefferson asked, his voice right next to me. I opened my eyes, looking up at him and the bundle in his arms.

“Jefferson,” I smiled, reaching out to him. He sat down on the bed, a broad smile on his face as he looked down at the bundle. “Would you like to meet her?” He asked. I exhaled with absolute joy; a girl. “What kind of stupid question is that?” I asked with a laugh, letting my legs fall to the bed.

Jefferson gently placed our baby in my arms. She had quietened down a little, cooing and squirming in the warm blanket. She was the most beautiful creature in the world. “Hello,” I whispered to her. I looked up at Jefferson, who hovered above me. “I’m proud of you,” He grinned.

I smiled, almost on the brink of tears as I moved a hand to his neck, pulling him down for a sweet, long kiss. “What should we name her?” I asked, looking down at the precious bundle. Jefferson smiled as he sat as closely to us as possible. “Grace,” He said. It was perfect. “Grace,” I sighed, letting the name roll off the tongue. And then the door to the cabin burst open, bringing in a breath of frigid air and the town doctor.

“What did I miss?”

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

"Pants are just an illusion" with a drunk US!Papyrus and his s/o?

— Post Scriptum: Here the reader has the same name of the last time I wrote about Swap! Papyrus, the one I used here was Max, since it’s neutral and I like it. I realized, in those fanfictions I find always the way to talk about Papyrus’ alcohol issues, poor star, I am so sorry for him. Anyway, I don’t know if I should consider these kinds of stories fan-fictions or just longer scenarios, uhm… I hope you still enjoy them!  

Prompt: “Pants are just an illusion”. ( From this list ).Pairing: Underswap! Papyrus x Neutral! ReaderRating: Green (General contents).

Oh, alcohol, my old friend. My true love~

Everyone knew the problems Papyrus got even if he did not like talking about them, because they were his problems and he was able to take care of himself –that was what he hoped, since most of the time he ignored his issues so they were not going to be resolved-. It was not good for his health, at all. Neither for his beloved ones or for his friends was easy, since he constantly made them worry, it was so difficult understanding what he was thinking because he was such an enigmatic skeleton with that lazy smile on his face all the time. These last days, he has tried so hard to stay away from the alcohol but it seemed the bottle called for him. It was just one of the unhealthy drugs and substances his body assumed, it was never enough. He felt like a sort of experimenter, in his past he was truly someone who conducted researches to find out solutions that could help the monsters race to have a better life, but his scientific side suicided itself so many years ago, nothing remained of it. His dreams became dust just like the one he saw in his nightmares every night. For this reason, the only things he liked experimenting were those poisons called drugs. He truly tried every type of them, from cigarettes to serious drugs. They were just a way to make him forget about reality. He wanted to be like Alice in Wonderland, disappearing inside the hole and do not come back at this reality anymore. Unluckily, he was already inside a hole. He would say he felt inside a butthole, finesse was not his speciality, but maybe it has never been. Papyrus was trying so hard to stop this bad habit, but he was sure it was impossible for him. He promised to Sans he would have lived in a healthier way, but he had lied to his brother and to himself. Sans was quite disappointed and worried because of his behaviour, so he decided to take the situation in his hands, hiding his alcohol bottles, or throwing them away. Papyrus was a sly old fox and he always found out a way to procure something because he could not stay too much sober. Sobriety brought back to life the demons of his past; everything was too much clearly and real for him. He did not want to think about his life, it was the reason why he got drunk. The date has begun, and he was so excited. He looked at them and they looked at him, like it was the greatest meeting of the existence. Papyrus bounded with his hand, with a delicate gesture, their hips as if they were ready to dance. No dancefloor. The company of each other was the most important element. He came closer, whispering words of love because he missed them so much. It was a magical moment, which he was yearning with all his soul. Then, he settled his inexistence lips to their mouth, and he started to enjoy this enchanting moment of ecstasy. Pure delirium of joy. It was all he wished for. The fresh liquid slipped through his throat and his brain lighted up, coming back to life again. Nobody could have believed in something like it, that he was truly cheating his mate with some alcohol. It seemed so hilarious to believe. It was sadly the truth because while he was tasting the joy of Bacchus, he forgot something very important. Indeed, he would have had another date, with a real person. Papyrus should have met Max, his partner, but he was too busy to ruin himself in this bad romance to remember what was truly important. He felt so stupid, so he drunk a little more. He downed it in one shot, then one another because he could not feel that terrible guilt. The same shame to be alived. How could Max love a worthless person like him? Who preferred to lose himself drinking like a loser than seeing his chosen one? He would have never forgiven himself for such a sin. He was unforgivable. Another shot. To forget the pain, like usual. Then, another one. Until he was high enough to forget his name and his sin, too.

Papyrus’ phone had so many missed calls, all from Max who had called him a million times without receiving any answer. This was a reason to make a person worried, so Max decided to come back home because they had a certain suspect of what Papyrus was doing instead of preparing himself for their date. Max knew very well the lazy skeleton Papyrus was, even if they did not expect to find him in those horrible conditions. Papyrus was too drunk, he was laying on the floor like a beached whale, laughing like a fool and Max could understand the reason why he seemed so happy. Max entered the room and their expression was confused and tired because they hated seeing Papyrus in that state. «Oh, God. What did happen to you? I thought you have stopped to drink that shit! », Max said while they were trying to help him to pick himself up. He murmured phrases without any sense, «Ouch, Max…! I am perfectly fine, I didn’t know you had a sibling. Helloooo….! ». No, he was too high. He started to laugh again, saying between a hiccup and another, «Oh, shit… Or are we on a roller coaster… I would prefer going to something slower. How about the Ferris wheel? ».  No, he was totally gone to the drunkenness planet. Max sighed, talking with a lower tone of voice because they could imagine how the sound appeared louder through his head. «Oh, God! We are not at the Luna Park. We’re at home, and I am trying to get your skeletal ass together». It was not easy like it seemed. The only answer they got from Papyrus was a laugh. Max had successful to put Papyrus on the couch and he was saying nonsense stuff, again. «But my ass is perfectly fine… Ah, now that I’m thinking about it…», a hiccup came out from his mouth, «My ass pains me. Ouch-!». Max looked at him with a confused face, then they got up directed to the kitchen to bring a glass of water to Papyrus. It was not a good idea leaving him alone with his folly. After Max came back to the living room, they were more shocked than before since Papyrus was undressing himself like he was doing a Strip-tease even if his moves were not that sexy. He moved like a drunkard and it was so embarrassing. Papyrus laughed again, in all his fake happiness. « Pants are just an illusion. So, I made them disappear, it’s real magic, kid!». He seemed slimmer than his usual, and he was still a skeleton so he was not a fat person for sure.Max could not ignore it, and they did not feel turned on because of it, at all. They were so worried for Papyrus, not amused. «Put your clothes back on, please. You’re freaked out, you should take a rest. I don’t care if you forgot our date!». The next morning and when he was sober again, he would have felt truly concerned about it. If he was fine from the principle he would have never drunken, reducing himself like a crap. Max was sure it was not the end of this situation, and Papyrus would have gotten drunk again, so maybe they should have only take advantage of it. It was the time to take a video of this epic moment, since Papyrus was not listening to Max’s worries and words in general. They took their phone starting to film the skeleton, just for fun. They wanted to show him how idiot he appeared when he was too drunk. Maybe it could be an incentive to make him stop. After some time, Papyrus finally fall asleep. Max could not believe that one day they would have been happy seeing Papyrus asleep. It was hilarious. At least, he was calmer despite that horrible smell of alcohol he was wearing. It was time for Max to throw away all these bottles, again. Maybe Max could have blackmailed him with that video but Max was not that kind of person. They had a better idea, they could have pranked him, replacing the alcohol inside the bottles with water and sugar, it was the perfect revenge. Pranks and jokes were always the perfect revenges, especially with this particular skeleton.

[scenesplitterworld-blog]

It’s Not About the Shape – It’s About the Lie (An investigation into why flat earth hip-hop may seem merely stupid, but might actually be dangerous too: Electric Bugaloo)

Author’s Disclaimer: I’m sure that, like most people, most flat earthers are fine. Most people who rap about the shape of the place we all live on are probably fine. I acknowledge that the two dudes I profile in this investigation are probably the ISIS of your conspiracy movement. If you come across this article, and you’re a regular John or Jane Q. Flat Earther, please understand that your willfully ignorant belief has some truly disgusting expressions and intellectual underpinnings. So, with quite a bit of conscious irony, if you are a “moderate” flat earth truther, I exhort you to denounce your radically anti-Semitic fringe, particularly Eric Dubay. It may be a shitty presumption on my part, but I just assume that even you, hypothetical, humdrum Dale or Erma P. Flat Earther, are the kind of person to constantly post to FacePage that “moderate Muslims” must unceasingly denounce Al-Qaeda. And if, havin’ read through this, you’re the kind of person who’ll accuse me of being a “SJW” because I think promoting Holocaust denial is hugely problematic, eat shit; die mad with stank breath. But, if you’re a hardcore ODD TV or Dubay boy, please come at me, I’ll gladly take whatever you consider lumps. All that said, let’s listen to some real fringe fuckin’ hip-hop, shall we?

               I’ll bet most folks view people who believe the earth isn’t really round as nothing more than loons and larks. That’s how I started. Owing to a strange encounter I had with a feller at a show last winter, I had a picture of flat earth truthers as young, isolated, drunk, white dudes with dreadlocks wearing kneepads over their jeans saying gross things to pretty ginger gals. I was a little worried, but still mostly tickled, to discover that there’s a largish community of believers online. If you don’t get into the weeds of what belief in the flat earth entails, it’s easy to laugh it off as mere ignorant buffoonery, but, whoooooo boy, if you examine it closely, you’re in for one of the wildest, and surprisingly disturbing, rides of your life.

                 I stepped through the looking glass on accident, when I stumbled on this music video, “Cartoon Ball,” by ODD TV. At first, I clowned on it. Of course I did. Did you watch it? Christ. Dude’s shirt says “Never Sleep Again,” and he really looks like he ain’t slept because he’s in the early, still exciting days of a meth bender. I sent this video to friends and shared it on my timeline because I wanted to spread the chuckles. To be fair to ODD TV, I think he’s got legitimate talent. Not just on this track, but also throughout his catalogue, he’s got a catchy flow and his songs show a deft use of samples – for example, in the bluntly titled song, “Dear NASA, Why Are You Lying,” he takes the lyric “Space may be the final frontier, but it’s made in a Hollywood basement” from Red Hot Chili Pepper’s song “Californication,” and using that in a song about how the earth is actually not globe-shaped is, artistically, fairly dope. Not at all what the funky, cock-socked, SoCal, alt-rock, boys had in mind when they wrote the song, but that’s ODD TV’s genius. His video production, likewise, is slick. It’s much slicker than this other flat earther we’re gonna scrutinize in a sec, but one thing these guys share, which, I gotta say, is utterly derivative of almost every other conspiracy theorist with social media accounts, is referencing the Rowdy Roddy Piper flick, They Live. Guys. Give it a moratorium, right now, y’all have made it lazy.  

              Anyway, I got my giggles and moved on, right? Obviously not. After my mirth settled down, I found myself returning to “Cartoon Ball,” and for all my above praise, I wasn’t watching this weird shit again because I was real into the music. Nah, I think it was this lyric in particular: “God created the heavens and the earth / in a verse / but we’re livin’ in a Freemasonic Galaxy.” ODD TV doesn’t get into what he means by that, exactly, in this video – although, he gets into in in his oeuvre, bet your ass on that – because he’s focused mostly on rallying the viewer against NASA.

              But, on repeat viewing, you know, I caught this brief WTF nugget – a what the fugget, if you will: “We follow rapists and murderers / liars, thieves, and sun worshipers / sayin’ we can’t see curvature / ‘cause we’re all too small.” It’s the sun worshippers part that’s the sore thumb, right? Well, get ready for that sore thumb’s equally sore counterpart when ODD TV raps that believers in a spherical planet are “Stuck in the material domain of Satan.”

              Well, little ol’ me, Alice Donkey Boy Croix, was drawn further into the flat earth hip-hop scene by YouTube’s helpful recommendation. Oh, what a twisted Wonderland that turned out to be. But store those what the fuggets away for later use, Beloved Reader, they’ll crash back into pertinence again directly. Presently, we need to turn to how things got soooooo much more goddamned bonkers. The other cat I referenced briefly earlier, his name’s Eric Dubay, and he’s just about the whole rest of the haul of our investigation. So, settle in to peep this video, “Once You Go Flat.”

                Holy. Steaming. Shit. Y’all. Good. God. Damn.

              Right?

              Sorry to spring that diarrhea spray of hippo shit at you without much warning, but I wanted you to be as utterly gob-smacked as I was when Holocaust denial enters into things…and continues to spiral out from there. And just in case THAT was somehow an aberration from his mean, I watched this one. If you watched the first one, you already know to brace yourself, but, I cannot really stress enough that he, whew, he doubles down.

   So, let’s shelve the vegetarian polemic and uh…yeah…that was the most hardcore anti-Semitic thing I’ve ever experienced in musical form. Oh, you too? Neat. Look at us, Gentle Mentals, with all this shit in common!

              So, that video left my jaw on the fuckin’ floor, and that’s when I went over to www.ericdubay.com. I can neither confirm nor deny that visiting this page puts you on any sort of NSA list, but if the NSA is keeping tabs (hello, special agent, how are ya), it maybe should focus some attention on the shit our boy Dubay’s proudly posted here. Red flag it if you ain’t already, you may thank me later. Imagine that! The federales thanking little ol’ me!  

   BTW: we’re “in country” now, so maybe get your tin-foil helmet on.

              A few sick bars and a shocking affinity for the OG Nazis ain’t the only radical thing about our boy Dubay. He moves in circles so fringe that they consider Alex Jones to be part of the “controlled opposition.” Dubay’s even a truther against other flat earth truthers. He goes hard on The Flat Earth Society for being “controlled opposition,” by pointing out the idiocy of their theory for what is really going on with “gravity” on a flat earth, which is that the earth is like a pizza crust tossed continually upwards, so…things don’t really fall, they’re just kind of suspended until the ground catches up to them. Yeah. The idea of controlled opposition is that you get a shill to be a very vocal idiot in order to discredit the more “legitimate” conspiracy investigators who have come too close to the truth. But who controls the controlled opposition? Remember when I told you to remember ODD TV’s reference to the Freemasons? The Sun Worshipers? The Satanists? Dubay says it’s them. He says that both The Flat Earth Society and NASA are chock full of Masons, Masons who are behind these lies. He claims NASA agents – whatever those are – have murdered flat earth truthers to maintain their grip on this elaborate illusion. And, in a series of infographics, he ain’t shy in explicitly linking these nefarious Masons directly to, you saw it, the Jews. He’s one of these New World Order, Jew World Order types. I realized I tossed that off kinda casually – he’s just one of those types – but let me assure you, I don’t do it dismissively. Dubay compares the way this global Jewish cabal runs the world’s affairs to the orchestrated sturm und drang of televised professional wrestling.

              So you gotta wonder why lying about the shape of the earth is so important to our crypto-kosher overlords. I sure as fuck needed to know the answer to that myself, and, like any conspiracy theorists before him, this is where Dubay stumbles somewhat. He’s got 200 proofs for the truth of the flat earth, but he’s less articulate as towards the damnable “why” of it all. As I’ve been able to understand of his position, Eric Dubay believes we’re indoctrinated with the spinning globe model of cosmology, because if the global elite of Freemasonic Zionists can brainwash everybody on such a fundamental level as the ground beneath our feet, they can deceive and control us in any other sinister way they fuck well feel like.  

              Y’all, I’m a great many things. I’m not an astrophysicist, so, to be honest, I’m not really interested in engaging with the specifics of these dudes’ arguments regarding round versus flat, because – you know the Family Guy throwaway joke where Peter’s at the Cineplex helpfully pointing out when somebody in the movie says the movie’s title – to quote Mr. Dubay himself, “It’s not about the shape; it’s about the lie.”

              Before I get deeper into this shit – yeah, you thought you were down the rabbit-hole already – I want to point out that if you want to get all this from the horse’s mouth, the last twenty or so minutes of the two-hour FAQ video on his site is my source for all this. And since getting deeper into this gets pretty heavy, I think we need a bit of a levity break, so, I present a riff on a few screen grabs from that video.

               First of all, it’s hard to tell – among the things I am is poor of vision – it looks like the letter G has been replaced by the number 6 in the phrase “Sacred Geometry. The Great Architect of the Universe. Gravity.” 666 is metal, but in this case you’re using it in a way that’s way too mental to be heaviest, fam. The Jews are Satanists too, remember? Luciferian nonsense is a thing Alex Jones dabbles in also. Second, Pythagoras was the leader of a cult that worshiped numbers. Pythagoras literally had a motherfucker 86ed because he felt that the concept of pi was blasphemous and threatening to him personally as a cult leader. The reason I’m scratching my head is that you might know pi as a pretty foundational concept in calculating the circumference of the globe. Globe. So, if he’s part of a cabal bent on convincing you the world is round, why would he be so violently opposed to that squiggly little Stonehenge-lookin’, 3.14 on to infinitum meanin’, mathematical concept that would support the whole damn thing? Anyway, here’s another.

              I think this is supposed to be an Illuminati thing, but all it proves to me is that many people have fingers, and covering one eye is an easy way to look mysterious and sexy. It’s not like they’re all holding their hands the same way either. If a person were to try to argue that Eric Dubay himself is part of the controlled opposition, I think this could be evidence of “too dumb to be serious.”

              But I wanna get serious again. Back to the investigation. I wanted to know what made this dude tick. Call yourselves Ishmael, because ol’ Dubay became my white whale, only in this version, I think we spear the shit out of Moby Dick. Truly, I believe that in the final portions of that long ass video I’ve been talking about, we see into his core – and unlike the molten core of the round earth we sheeple foolishly believe in – the heart of Eric Dubay is a frozen, Jotunheim-esque, barren fearscape.

              Eric Dubay’s animating impulse is this: a deep, incomprehensible terror that humanity has no purpose in existence. He believes that subscription to the ideas of the Big Bang and subsequent evolution of life on earth via the mechanism of natural selection is subscription to a fundamentally nihilistic outlook; if humanity has no reason – as he sees reason – to be, the crisis in his soul would be too great to bear. And, sure, I get that. But he has not coped well with that adolescent existential angst. If the universe is a vast and vastly complicated place, it’s a scary place to be at the fringe of, so, to bridge the rift of this Lovecraftian horror inside himself, he’s put himself at the center of debunking a conspiracy to shroud our planet’s central location in the universe; our planet’s non-rotating position, which is to say a position of stability. Stability. Think about how comforting a concept that is. Purpose. Stability. Simplicity. These are not abnormal desires, but our boy Dubay’s gone about attaining ‘em in an abnormally toxic fashion. And he’s certainly doing his damnedest to create the fellowship he craves though all his media outreach. Can’t blame a feller for not wanting to feel alone…but when Holocaust denial is such a big part of your identity, it’s – to put it politely – extremely fuckin’ troublesome that you want others to believe as you do.

              Dear reader, Gentle Mental, “Hypocrite Lecteur,”* if you’re wondering why the fuck any of this matters, this here’s that part of the article; buckle the fuck up. I believe that never before in human history has the battle against propaganda been more vital to the survival of the species. I’m typing this on Sunday, October 15, 2017, and the last headline I read was about Kim Jong threatening to bomb Guam if Trump don’t shut the fuck up about him on Twitter. We’ve got fucking lunatics at the trigger; we’ve got so much evidence that the Kremlin orchestrated the most effective “hearts and minds” campaign of the internet age; we’ve got tactics of division being employed by the most cynical and unhinged people of influence. So why should this flat earth shit matter? We’ve got all that more important shit I listed, right? Because flat earth’s your gateway conspiracy. Pretty soon, you’re hip-deep in the most virulent Protocols of the Elders of Zion bullshit.** Some conspiracy theorists have the…decency’s not the right word, so let’s start over. Some conspiracy theorists are crypto-anti-Semitic. OBVIOUSLY not our boy Dubay. Lemme quote from his song “Blood Rituals,” “You are blind, so fuck what you say / I’ll expose the flat earth and hail Hitler all day.” That’s so obviously dangerous, and the ideas of flat earth and anti-Semitism are so clearly linked, that we shouldn’t need to dwell, so I’ll move us along with this tossed out aside: fuck you, Richard Spencer, for ruining Tiki Torches, but thank you for being conveniently illustrative of the point that being a ringleader for Nazi sympathizers does in fact correlate to assholes in the street beating people and murdering them indiscriminately with cars.

 *Editor’s Note: Goddamnit, DB! After I chewed your ass for quoting Yeats that last time, you have the nerve to bring this Baudelaire shit to the table? I want a picture of Spider Man on my desk TOMORROW!!

 **Author’s Note: For an wonderfully illuminating examination of the history and influence of Protocols of the Elders of Zion, I highly recommend the July 27, 2017 episode of a podcast called Knowledge Fight. (http://knowledgefight.libsyn.com/size/25/?search=Protocols+of+the+elders+of+zion) Hosts Jordan and Dan do a thorough job of linking this fraudulent document DIRECTLY to Alex Jones’ framing of his favorite nemesis, the Globalist bogeymen, and even David Icke’s Reptilians. Do yourself a favor and dive into this podcast whole hog.

                Provided that even one fewer gullible cocksucker buys into the dangerous worldviews of somebody like ODD TV, Alex Jones, or Eric Dubay, I will deem all efforts to expose their nonsense worthwhile, valid, and necessary. I don’t believe I’m virtue signaling when I speak out in order to shed light on hucksters’ efforts to spread dangerous racial, religious, or national divisions. It isn’t trivial to examine how those divisions may be spread insidiously as the necessary expression of these ideas; symptoms of the cancer, boils on the ass of the corpus scientia. Alex Jones is right about at least one thing: we are fighting an info war. He’s on the wrong side of it, to be sure, but it’s the same sort of info war Mike Pence fought in when he performed his indignant pageant at the ball game. And I don’t think that in speaking against any of this nonsense I’m beating a dead horse. And I believe that speech is action. If I reiterate a point, it is at least my humble intention to bring new nuance. I believe that the one person who was teetering on the fence but saw the truth of these bonkers narratives could be the one person who might have otherwise been the next to take a gun to something like a DC pizza joint to find out if interdimensional, shape shifting, child-molesting, psychic vampires run the government. Or do something so much more tragic in the name of bringing down whatever conspiracy it is they’ve been taken in by.

              This’s the rock I reckon I’ll die on, should anybody respectfully disagree. Thank you for your time, Gentle Mentals, friends, fiends, and foes alike. It’s time to pray.

[kaleidopewrites]

You Will Come Back To Us (Part 7)

Summary: Jefferson has decided to take up the Queens offer, and figures out a way to tell his wife

Pairing: Jefferson x OC

Word Count: 1924

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (i’m assuming), smut, all the smut, oral (f receiving), forest smut

A/N: Yeah, this one is just smut. I was testing the limits of my writing. First smut i’d ever posted, btw. You can skip this chapter if you’re not a smut reader, consider the summary just tells you the plot progress. Hope you like it :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

It was night and I lounged in the chair by the fire, sewing away at the last few threads of my scarf. I heard footsteps and Jay walked up to me, a white rabbit in his hands. “Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked nervously, holding the patched toy in his hands. I smiled at him, a swell of affection filling my heart.

“She’ll love it,” I whispered to him. Jay smiled before leaning down and kissed my forehead before heading off to say goodnight to Grace. We changed it each night who got to tuck her in, and tonight was Jay’s night.

I was half aware of their small conversation as I finished up the scarf, holding the fabric up to any source of light so I can admire it. “It’s beautiful,” Jay grinned, appearing in the doorway to Grace’s room. I smiled as I stood, folding it gently over my arms.

“Thank you,” I grinned, tucking it away and secretly glad he loved it. It was, after all, to be his birthday present in a couple of months. My husband moved over to the kitchen, preparing to wash our dishes from dinner.

He was silent ever since coming home from the market. Occasionally he was, sometimes tired from socialising all day. He disliked crowds as much as I did. But this was a different kind of silence. He was off, something troubling his mind.

I stood from my seat and walked over to the kitchen, determined to figure out what was bothering him. “Jay?” I asked, waking him from his thoughts. “Is everything alright?” I asked. I at least expected him to lie, but he didn’t say anything, just lean against the kitchen counter.

“Jefferson?” I asked, the worry clear in my voice. He finally looked up at me, this conflict warring behind his eyes as he stared at me. “Come with me,” He whispered, voice husky and low as he took my hand.

He pulled me from the cabin into the night. It was dangerous at this time, especially if you delve into the woods and don’t know where you’re going. Plus, it was freezing out here. “Jay, where are we going?” I asked as he dragged me down the familiar path into the woods.

“Away from Grace,” He muttered, fog forming where his breath curled into the air. “We’re leaving Grace?” I demanded, concerned to what had gotten into him. “No, no.” Jay sighed, his hand holding mine tightened. “We’re just… just trust me.” He said, walking further and further into the woods.

Our eyes adjusted to the lack of light, the moon large in the sky to light our path as best it could. He continued to lead me further into the forest and I shivered under the freezing touch it gave out. “Almost there,” Jay assured me as he continued walking. We weren’t dressed to go walking through the forest.

Just as I was about to demand why we were out here, Jefferson stopped me and pushed me against a tree. He stood over me, looking down at me with hooded eyes. I knew this look, and it kick started my arousal instantly.

Ignoring all questions, I wrapped my arms around his neck, digging my fingers through his thick curls before meeting his lips with mine. It was a strong, passionate kiss and Jay didn’t shy away from being dominant.

He moved us away from the stump before picking me up by the waist and setting me down on the forest floor. I bucked under the cold ground before Jay’s heated skin warmed me back up again. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, not asking for permission. I would’ve given it to him anyway.

He pulled away for a second, only to start unbuttoning his tunic. I rolled up the dress, already feeling my cunt soaking with eagerness. We both knew better than to strip down completely in the forest at night. We’d freeze, even if our cores were searing hot.

Jay lowered himself to my pussy, wasting no time in pressing his lips against my soaking core. He groaned, the vibrations making my stomach do horny flips and my back to arch against him, pressing my hips to his face.

It was unorthodox, what we were doing. Oral isn’t exactly popular in our era. But we were looking for pleasure, not child bearing, so we believed that excused us from the norm. “So good,” Jay groaned against me as I pushed my fingers through his hair.

I groaned myself as he ran his tongue across my clit, lapping up my juices like he was dying of thirst. I didn’t realise how much I needed this until he dragged me out here. Then he bit down on my nub and I felt myself buckle under my orgasm, almost screaming into the forest at it’s pure bliss.

“Hmm, yeah,” Jay groaned as he peppered kisses throughout my damp core, pleased with himself that he had managed to make me come so soon. “Jay,” I groaned. My husband leaned over me, kissing my neck and jawline gently as my euphoria slowed down.

“Come on, one last go,” He grinned before picking me up. I was shaky on my legs as he gently pressed me into the tree stump once again. He kept the cold out as he kissed me, and I could taste my sweetness on his lips.

He fiddled with his trousers for a second before pushing them to the ground, his hard cock standing up to whack against me. I grinned as ran my hands under his tunic, massaging his back with my nails. I rubbed my clit against his hard cock, moistening it with my wetness.

He grinned as he kissed me, moving a hand down to rub at the nub and bring pleasure back into my groans. He then picked me up by the waist, letting me lock my ankles around his hips before lining himself up.

It only took a second for him to thrust into me, hitting this pleasure spot inside and causing us to both groan into the air. I held onto him tightly, letting my walls get used to his girth as he rested a head against my shoulder.

He started slow, thrusting gently as a warm up. He gripped my thighs and ass tightly, supporting me and yet digging his fingers into my flesh. I didn’t mind that he could be forming bruises. I let my head rest against the stump, feeling his thrusts gently get faster and faster.

“Alice,” He groaned, filling my stomach with bliss at hearing my name roll off his tongue. “Jefferson,” I retaliated, knowing he loved hearing me whisper out his name. He groaned, and it took me a moment to realise he had started to weep.

“Jefferson?” I asked, the arousal still present, but not in my voice. His thrusts continued as he looked up at me, his eyes beginning to redden. I put my hands to his cheeks, rubbing away his tears with confusion; until he hit my sweet spot and I groaned against him.

“I’m taking up the Queen’s offer.” He panted slightly, keeping me locked against him and the tree as he sped up his pace, making it difficult to focus on what he was trying to tell me. “No, no you can’t.” I argued, regardless he was filling me with pressure.

“I have to. I need to. I just want to give you the whole world.” He groaned, wiggling his hips every now and again to incite new pleasure. I groaned against him. “But you are my whole world, you and Grace!” I squealed slightly, trying not to fill the forest with my screams.

“I love you, Alice, please, you have to let me do this,” Jefferson groaned. I couldn’t respond to him, I was already at my peak for the second time that night. We silenced our screams of euphoria by pressing our lips together, Jefferson freezing rock hard inside of me.

He bit my lower lip hard, trying his best not to draw blood but I wouldn’t really mind. I was close to tearing his hair from his scalp. He gave a few last thrusts to keep our bliss going until it faded and he slid out of me.

We panted heavily, his head falling to my collarbone as I was allowed to lower my feet to the ground. He was going to take the Queen’s offer? That meant using the hat, meant going back to Wonderland where we were wanted criminals. We swore he never would go back.

But he’s desperate to go. He’s eager to give us what he’s always wanted to give us. I watched as he wavered slightly on the spot, unbalanced from his orgasm. All he’s ever wanted to do was provide for us, give us our best hope.

I stood up straight as I pushed him to the ground. He collapsed and stared up at me, his mouth hanging open in a silent plea as to why. I bundled my dress up in my fists before sliding down onto him again, my turn to be dominating. His jaw quickly shut closed.

I ran my fingers up and down his abdomen, feeling his few scars under my fingers. I felt his arousal vibrate in his stomach and he softly groaned. I began moving my hips with him inside of me, curving and wiggling so he’d hit my sweet spot every time.

“I trust you,” I said, tracing his muscles with the tips of my fingers. I spread my legs as wide as I could, until he was the deepest he had ever been inside of me. His face twisted with sudden pleasure as I continued my progressively faster rolls across his cock.

He ran his fingers up my thighs until his hands held my ass, squeezing it tightly with every movement. “Jefferson,” I groaned out his name. He sat up instantly, kissing up and down my neck as I thrust up and down him. “Alice,” My name brushed against my skin and I quivered slightly.

“I trust you to go, but you have to come back.” I said, feeling one of his hands begin to climb up the inside of my dress, grappling against my breast. “I promise,” He groaned against me, squeezing and playing with my breast to heighten my pleasure.

“You have to swear to me,” I demanded, taking fistfuls of his hair and pulling his head back to look at me, stopping my thrusts so he understood the severity of the oath. “On pain of death, you will return to me, alive and well,” I said.

Jefferson’s tongue darted out for a second to lick his lips before they crashed into mine. “I swear,” He said, lifting his hips to thrust against me. I groaned, feeling him scrape against my sweet spot. “On pain of death,” He continued, thrusting into me again and causing a whimper of pleasure to seep through my lips.

“That I will,” Another thrust and I felt his balls against my skin. “Return to you,” I whimpered, louder this time, at his thrust and I could feel his peak approaching quickly, as was mine. “Alive and well,” That did it. His last thrust sent me over the edge, groaning loudly to the point where I was almost screaming. Jefferson matched me, and we didn’t care if we work up the neighbours with our euphoria.

The world needed to know how much we loved each other.