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All Mine (2)

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n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!

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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.

When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”

You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.

She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”

She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.

“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.

“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.

She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.

With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”

You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.

She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.

¡Ding!

The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.

“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.

Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…

Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.

“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”

You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.

“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”

Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”

“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”

She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”

“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”

You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car

“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.

The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.

She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.

Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.

“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”

“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”

Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.

“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.

“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.

“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”

Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.

Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.

“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”

Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”

“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.

“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.

“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.

“Let me do your makeup,” you said.

“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”

“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”

“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.

“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”

“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?

“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.

“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”

“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”

Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”

You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”

“Maybe”

“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”

“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…

“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.

“Do you want to practice?”

“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”

“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”

“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.

“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.

Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”

You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.

The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.

That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.

Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.

So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”

You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.

She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.

“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”

“The church girl with brown hair?”

“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”

“Hi, Ellie.”

Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.

“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”

“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.

“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”

April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”

The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”

Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.

By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.

You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.

“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.

“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.

She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)

“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.

“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.

“I just got here, I was searching for you.”

There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”

“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”

She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.

Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.

“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.

“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.

“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”

Of course it was Dina…

“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”

“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”

“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.

The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.

Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.

“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”

“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”

“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.

Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡

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🂱 GET HER BACK ! (03)

content warnings: ellie a toxic ass bitch but what’s new. smut kinda, angst, ellie’s new girl leaks our spicy pics.. swearing again idk what else

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: I don't hate color. There's more than enough color here! I don't know why someone is spreading such hateful rumors!

Summary: You believed in treating yourself and what better time to treat yourself than the holiday season? Unfortunately, thanks to your packed schedule you didn't have a lot of time to do that. And when you do, you don't pay enough attention to which card you use to pay.

Vox is in for a rather exciting surprise in the company charge history

CW: Unconsentual voyogerism, sexy toys, anal plug

Seasons struggled to be much of a thing in hell, though they tried. It was often simply a case of hot versus hotter when it came to weather. Though there were extreme shifts that would linger for a few days to a few weeks, blanketing the city in thick layers of acidic snow. 

It was pretty enough when you were just looking at it from the window, sparkling in the dim red sun of hell. Each snowflake was perfectly shaped. It was so pretty when it fell, flakes dancing through the air. You would indulge in hours, sitting at your window with a book and a hot mug of tea, enjoying the snow falling. 

It was frankly terrible if you had to be out in it. The acidic snow slowly ate at the buildings, sidewalks, and roads. Anything caught up in it suffered from the acid slowly corroding through it. The longer it stuck around, the worse the damage to everything it touched was. 

You, like everyone else who could afford items made of acid resistant fabrics, were decked out in it as you scurried from building to building. No one wanted to be out in this stuff longer than they needed to be, even with the expensive resistant gear and that included you. If you were out in it long enough, the acid would still eat through the resistant fabrics. 

Your boss paid a lot of money to ensure the upper employees of VoxTek could have the ability to move about the city with class and dignity while the lowly sinners would run through the streets, screaming as the acid burned their feet and legs while they got where they were going. 

You didn’t need to be out right now, though, not really. The peace of a rare snowy day had you restless in a way your mug of tea or a good book couldn’t seem to battle. It brought an unusual peace that you were not used to dealing with. 

It was quite the trip across the city to make it to a store not owned by any of the Vees. At least, you were pretty sure this little sex store was outside of Valentino’s control. Stores outside of his control were few and far between, making it hard to ever really be sure. 

It lacked the purple and pink branding Valentino was so fond of. That had to be a good sign, right? It wasn’t like you could ask and expect an honest answer. Lies flowed like water in hell. 

Oh well.

Stepping inside, you took your time looking around after knocking the snow from your boots. The ground just inside the door was already showing the wear from melted acid snow eating into the tiles. It had only been on the ground for two days and yet by the time it was gone, the floors around the entry likely would need to be replaced.

Dildos, vibrators and plugs lined the back wall, all on proud display. The racks of clothing were stuffed full, making it difficult to flip through the options. Either they over ordered their inventory or the shop simply didn’t move product fast enough to keep up with the change in styles. 

It didn’t matter to you, even if Val owned this shop, it fell outside your scope of duties. You ran business reports on tech sales for Vox, not the sales of sex toys and porn for Valentino. 

Moaning filled the air as porn played on the large TV on the wall, advertising the movie choices similar to how your boss would advertise the movies and shows he produced on the large TVs in his electronic stores. It felt weirdly out of place and yet oh so fitting in the store. 

You were growing far too numb to casual pornography exposure. When was the last time you batted an eye when walking into a studio to deliver some message or file to Valentino on behalf of Vox?

You were so tired, worked to the bone as Vox prepared for the holiday season. It surprised you at first that Christmas was a thing in hell, but once you started working for Vox, it all made so much more sense. It was the same as it had been in life, a capitalistic mockery of what the holiday had once been. 

“I’ll just treat myself,” you whispered, being far too used to talking to yourself as you worked alone. 

You flipped through slinky outfits, bra and pantie sets as you waited for something to catch your eye. What you wanted was something bright and blue. Cyan, ideally, but you’d settle for teal. You were picky, but not too picky. 

You didn’t think you’d find anything. Your color preferences were so very bright for the citizens of hell. Finding so much to choose from made you giddy. Eagerly, you snagged a lacy robe and draped it over your arm. It was nearly totally lace, silky threads making the fabric soft rather than itchy. There was no part of your body that the garment would hide, nor would it do anything to keep you warm, but it would put you on display, and that was what you wanted. 

Not that you had anyone to display yourself for other than yourself. Your crush on your boss was disgustingly one sided. You knew he had his thing with Valentino and even if he liked women, and you were not so sure that he did, you couldn’t hold a candle to the towering porn moth. 

You had your fantasies, though, filed away for when you were off the clock, and that was good enough. It had to be good enough. It would be good enough. You would not fuck up your job and the security it provided by outing your little or not so little crush on Vox. 

What you would do was just buy yourself intimate items that would remind him of you from the other side of town. He would never know. It was as close to having your cake and eating it too as you could get. 

A bright blue push-up bra snagged your attention. It delighted you when you grabbed it, finding it to be in your size. It would surely place your tits on a shelf, making them look amazing. Along with it, you added a cheeky pair of panties. Thongs were so in style, but you loved the lace backing of the pair you grabbed, how it would hide none of your ass but draw attention to everything it pretended to cover. Rhinestones dotted the waistband, sure to glitter and catch the light through the robe. 

The lacy continued on the front, dipping down into the silk that would cover your pubic mound and extend between your legs, covering your core in a sharp V. It was like it was made with your employer in mind. 

Maybe it was. Vox was recently voted hell’s sexiest bachelor, though you doubted that if he hadn’t won honestly, he would have had you rig the results. 

With your clothing sorted for the evening, you set about looking at toys. 

You were far from a blushing virgin, but you didn’t have the largest collection either. If you were going to leave here with a whole outfit to remind you of Vox, one of many you had collected over the years but surely the most blatant one so far, you should go all out. 

Dildos of very shape and size lined the walls. Some thrust on their own, some squirted some simulation of jizz for the lonely sinner who couldn’t find someone to actually cum in thier holes. They came in all sorts of shapes too. 

The taboo of dildos outside of the human shape was long gone in hell. It was hard to give a shit about if a dick looked like that of a dog, a cat or something else when most of the citizens were far from humanoid in the rest of their bodies. 

It was just one more thing you simply had to get used to. 

“What would his look like?” Again, you were talking to yourself. 

You picked up different shapes and styles, each heavy in your hand. What caught your eye and stopped your breath was a thick, humanoid cock that would stretch you. Vox was tall and surely he would be gifted in size as well. He would have to be to be proportionate. 

It was meant to be; you decided as you ran your fingers over the veins. The plastic was dark blue and you couldn’t think past the way it reminded you of the color of Vox’s forearms when he’d shed his coat, rolling up his white sleeves and settling into a problem. 

As you made your way down the aisle, you intended to call it a day. The items in your arms would be far more than you had intended to spend, but a bright blue anal plug caught your attention. A pretty blue gem topped shiny silvery metal. It was impulsive as you grabbed it up, adding it to the stack of stuff you piled on the counter. 

“Please, hurry?” You asked the cashier after checking the time on your phone. You had a late meeting to sit in on with Vox. Thankfully, it was remote and you could attend from home, but Vox would know if you didn’t make it home in time. 

The clerk did everything but hurry. Each item was scanned at a relaxed pace as you stood, bouncing on your heels as you waited. It was amazing how long it could take to scan what amounted to a handful of items. 

“It’ll be $425,” the clerk said slowly. “And 37 cents.” 

You rushed, grabbing a card from your purse and shoving it into the hands of the clerk as soon as it was time to pay. The total didn’t really matter to you. Truth be told, you didn’t really hear to number. Everything was expensive in hell, but Vox compensated you well for your work.

You snatched up the receipt and the card, shoving them both into the bag before dashing outside. The slowly melting snow splashed under your boots, shooting burning drops of water up onto your legs. Though the pants you wore were resistant, that didn’t stop the fabric from smoking slightly as you rushed your way across the city. 

Vox leaned back in his chair as an unexpected notification ran across his screen. Someone used the company card at some slinky little sex store across the city. Digital eyes scanned the data, looking for the cardholder’s name so that he knew who it was he needed to kill for being so careless as to misuse company finds, only to find it was your card. 

You were never careless. At least, not typically. 

Vox delved deeper into the data, searching for who owned the unfamiliar store. It wasn’t one of Valentino’s, but that wouldn’t stop Vox from finding out what you had purchased. 

Sure, it was a little stalkery but really; you had spent his money. Technically, those items belonged to him. He purchased them. He deserved to know what it was he had purchased for you. The store’s systems took little effort at all to break into. 

In less than ten minutes, he was searching sales records for the order tied to you. 

“Ah,” His eyes flicked from one screen to another as the search pinged with a result. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” 

Vox had always been rather fond of you, growing more so as each year passed. You seemed to be unaffected by his flirting, attempts seeming to go right over your head. Though he had tried again and again to flag your attention, he never seemed to make any headway with you.

At least, that’s what Vox had thought. 

Now, as he sat as his eyes scanned the sales list, he wasn’t so sure about that. It was hard to deny what he saw. The grin on his screen spread greedily as he imagined you wearing the bra and panty set you had picked out. What a lovely color it would be on you! Would you drape the lacy robe over your shoulders, tie it together and pretend to be covered?

You were taking the meeting from home tonight. Would you be wearing your pretty little getup as you listened to his voice? Surely, you had been thinking of him while you shopped. There was no way you picked the colors out based on a sense of company loyalty. 

Vox hoped so. He had already decided he would take a peek at you through the webcam. What harm could it do? A little confirmation that they were for you and not some lover you had lined up. If you were into chicks only or had someone already, that would explain why you were not taking the bait on any of his advances. 

Before he did that, there was more to the list. Scrolling down, he found a sex toy he had forgotten Val had roped him into making. It was a replica, well nearly, of his own tool. The item was discontinued years ago and Vox hadn’t allowed his name to be used for the marketing directly, but it would seem there are some still on the shelves of the smaller stores. 

Along with the long forgotten replica of his cock, you had purchased a plug for your ass, topped with a pretty blue gem. Would you wear it while you worked? Vox hoped you would. He’d give anything to bend you over his desk and see that pretty little gem peeking out from under your skirt. 

“Fuck,” Vox groaned as he settled into his chair, letting the cables connect to the back of his screen.

On the other side of the internet connection, you walked through your apartment. In your panic, you had mis-recorded the time of the meeting and found yourself with two hours to spare. 

There wasn’t as much time as you wanted, but it was more than enough time. You made a point of rocking your hips as you walked up to the full-length mirror next to your desk. The robe hugged your curves, caressing your legs as you walked. 

The bra and panties were such a contrast with the bright blue robe. It made the items pop out from under the fabric. The dark blue heels you wore clicked against the wooden floors. 

You wished it was Vox you were walking up to. You wished it was Vox that would be taking your news purchases off your body. It wasn’t fair, but you would make do. There was no way you were going to present yourself to Vox, to ask him to notice you. He had Valentino and you would never hope to catch his eye over him. 

You ran your hands over your curves as you rocked your hips this way and that. You couldn’t have Vox, but you could pretend. Long step after long step took you to the bed. There was no audience, but that didn’t stop you from putting on a show as you wiggled out of the lacy panties. 

Crawling up onto the bed, you faced the mirror as you cupped your breast through the lace and cup of the bra. Spreading your legs, you moaned as the cold air washed over your wet folds. You grabbed the plug, small but no less intimidating to your inexperienced self, and ran the cold metal over your folds. 

You gathered slick on it, using it to smear slick down to your virginal asshole as you watched yourself in the mirror. 

On the other side of the internet connection, Vox watched with wide eyes as you gasped, head thrown back and breasts pushed out. The shiny silver point of the plug worked into your tight asshole as Vox’s pants grew painfully tight around his waist. 

“Oh,” you moaned, the laptop speaker just picking up the sound. “Fuck, Vox.” 

“Oh, shit.” Vox scrambled to work his pants open, eyes never leaving the screen as the plug sank deeper into your puckered asshole. “Oh, fuck. Oh, damn.” 

“I’ve never,” you gasped again as your asshole gave up the battle against the intrusion, spreading to swallow the plug and pull it deeper in one quick motion, “Fuck,” you cried out before continuing, “Done this before.” 

“Oh baby,” Vox cooed from his chair as he ripped the fly of his pants open and yanking his cock out. He pumped his fist around his shaft as he watched. “First time having something in that pretty little ass of yours? Let me show you how good it can be.” 

You pushed and pulled on the plug in your ass, letting your body stretch and adjust to the intrusion. Shudders ran through your body as it struggled with the unfamiliar feeling. 

That didn’t stop you from running your fingers over your clit, smearing slick around as you chased pleasure. Once your trembling stilled, you picked up the intimidating dildo. 

It had seemed reasonable in the store, but now that it was out of the package and in your hands, you knew it would be a task. The bubbling sound of air in the viscous liquid filled the room as you squeezed a generous glob onto the head of the artificial cock. 

The silky liquid was smoothe and cold as you used your hand to spread it over the soft plastic. You were determined to spread yourself over him tonight, before your meeting. 

You deserved this. You told yourself that over and over as you worked the large head into your tight opening. The shaft inched deeper and deeper as you pushed it unrelentingly inside. The thin wall separating it from the metal plug in your ass was pinched, not painfully so, but enough that you couldn’t hope to forget how full you were.

“Fuck, Vox.” It was cheesy, lame to moan the name of your crush while you fucked yourself decked out in his colors, using toys that reminded you of him on your body, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he was going to ever find out, anyway. 

“Fuck me,” you moaned as the dildo reached as deep inside you as you could push.

“In a heartbeat,” Vox said, fist working along his length greedily. 

He zoomed in on the camera, using every bit of editing software he had to sharpen the image. His eyes ran over your body, taking in the way your cunt was spread over the poor replica of his cock. 

“You’re so big,” you moaned as you wiggled the base of the cock, rocking the length inside you. “Can’t fit it all.” 

“Don’t worry,” Vox’s hips twitched, humping up into his hand as he watched you pull the dark blue cock from your body just to shove it in again. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll make you take it all. You can do it,” 

His rhythm was growing slopping as he chased his orgasm. With what little processing power he could spare, he reached out to Papermint- not his ideal assistant, but fuck, he would not bother you right now. You were doing far more important things for him. 

He generated the email, marking it urgent and sent off his demand for the evening schedule to be cleared. You were lazy in your thrusts as he worked his fist faster and faster. His balls pulled up and as you moaned his name again. 

“Fuck, Doll,” Vox was thrusting into his fist now, hand hitting his pelvis in a bruising pace. “Babydoll keep saying my name, just like that, and I’ll-” 

“Vox,” you moaned as you thrust the dildo into you again and again, pace picking up. “Fuck, Vox.” 

Vox’s legs kicked out as he came, hot ropes of white cream shooting through the air as he twitched. The screens all went blue, except for the one feeding the video from your camera. His hand lazily stroked his cock as he waited for more of his systems to power back on. 

The blue screen that had replaced his face blinked once before Vox had regained his systems. He watched as you moved onto your knees, preparing to ride the dildo. 

“Don’t worry, Dollface.” Vox said, tucking his cock back into his pants. “I’ll be right over.” 

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[signedkoko]

Orders Up!

Looks like someone requested a.. squints eyes at notepad Vox xReader who’s VERY out of touch with technology! They BARELY know what a ‘phone’ is, and have absolutely no idea what his head could be other than an oddly shaped box. Maybe they lived in the Forrest in their past life?

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which you don't get what this whole fuss about technology is, but you'll try it for Vox. Reader is genderneutral.

When you first arrived in hell, a lot came as a surprise

Going from the snowy mountains of solitudal living to the middle of the first city you'd ever been to was a lot to handle

Overwhelming, really

You know about the world and what's outside; you've seen photos in books, but you were never interested in it

So here you were, surrounded by the humming of electricity and the loudness of cars—music blasting at every corner

It was a lot

You and Vox met many years later, though you'd found yourself a quieter place to settle, you were still close enough to the bustle to run into people, and run into people you did

Well, he kind of forced it- Vox thought you were just the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, so he ran straight into you and played it off as 'clumsiness' when he caught you

You'd seen a lot of things in hell, but whatever he was wearing on his head was just strange

He'd meet with you frequently outside of his work hours, and he's probably blown away at how you don't know him or anything about the Vees!

" I mean, not to brag or anything, but I kind of run all of television. "

" Tele...vision? "

" No fucking way. "

Hes then asking what you thought his head was, and hes almost crying from how hard hes laughing when you can only answer with shapes

Though I think he enjoys the refreshing feeling of meeting someone with no expectations about what or who he is

Even when he tries to give you his personal number, he's surprised when you say you don't have a phone

Jesus, you really weren't kidding.

He will set you up with everything you need—I mean, who better to give you tech assistance than the very CEO himself?

You get only the newest, the best, although you don't really get how to make use of it, which kills him at least a bit inside

Probably makes custom shortcuts for you so you don't have to navigate too much because, Jesus, are you ever bad at it?

God forbid you ever move in, Vox is actually stressing so hard on how you'd cope with all the smart home features his building has.

Author's Note - You may be dumb but he love syou so very much...to be fair he couldn't survive a day without tech so thank god you're adapting to him!

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Poet on the Broadcast

This is another one based on a song; it's a more sappier side of Alastor. It was also written for a close friend, @willowaudreykeyes. They gave me this bittersweet idea in an RP that we are working on. I hope you all enjoy it! Song: Rule#46 - Poet By Fish Inside a Bird Cage

TW: AFAB Reader, death, self sabotage, hallucinations, poor living experiences, violence, Hurt-> Comfort

Time was a cruel mistress indeed, an unrelenting thief that snatched away the very things we hold most dear. With every tick of the clock, she mercilessly stripped us of youth, laughter, and loved ones, leaving only echoes in her wake.

You were no exception. You bore witness to Alastor's fall—the haunting shadow of his demise forever etched in your memory. The freezing winds whipped through the snowy woods as you ran, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. Hounds barked, their growls reverberating through the trees, a sinister chorus to the chaos all around you. Gunshots rang out like thunder, each a heavy reminder of the danger that lurked just behind you. Every breath felt like a precious treasure, stolen not just from you, but from the man you loved, who had been a light in your dreary life.

Time granted you fleeting moments of respite, allowing you to catch your breath as you evaded the hounds as your partner wished in his dying breaths. Yet, it also forced you to confront the harsh reality of survival, time and again brushing against death for the sins of your beloved. For the enemies he created and formed in the years he stood by your side.

You lived a modest life, flitting between the opulence of high society and the grit of the streets. Each day was a delicate dance, a balancing act between the world of privilege and the shadows of hardship. But with every birthday that passed, a bittersweet yearning filled your heart—a longing to reunite with Alastor. 

Then, just as that desire reached its peak, you closed your eyes letting time take you to the great unknown with the man you lost years ago. Except time no she is a cruel mistress indeed. You were awoken in a different body, younger, in a time that felt both foreign and familiar.

How cruel is time, to gift you this love only to rip it from your grasp again and again? How many lifetimes must you endure, each one marked by the haunting memory of him, always just out of reach?

In this second life, you became a PhD student, a mind lost in the pursuit of knowledge, but also a vigilante in the shadows of the city, fighting for those who had no voice. Yet, the memory of your beloved Alastor lingered, a ghostly echo of a man who was both psychotic and completely yours. 

As the years drifted by in this new existence, the lines between memory and imagination began to blur. Why had you been granted this second chance? Was it a blessing or a cruel curse? Was the vision of Alastor beside you, whispered in the dark, merely a figment of a child’s imagination, a way to escape the unrelenting horrors of your reality? 

As your birthday came and went once more, a darker fate awaited you. You found yourself thrust into a hellish red landscape, a cruel irony considering you had committed no sins. Roaming the streets of this infernal realm, you quickly adapted, your years spent fighting alongside Alastor sharpening your instincts, allowing you to rise swiftly within the ranks of hell.

Then, four years into your torment, you heard a broadcast that sent shivers down your spine. The Vee's were in an uproar, and you felt an inexplicable pull to the source of their distress. You tuned in, and the voice that emerged from the static struck a chord deep within you. It was a voice you had longed for, a melodic tune you remembered all too well—a voice that transported you back two lifetimes ago, when you would sit by the window at dusk, eagerly awaiting his return.

Could it be? That past life, once dismissed as mere fantasy, began to feel so so close to real. The stories he spun during that late-night special were ones only you knew the other half of, secrets woven into the fabric of your shared existence that you feared were long forgotten to time.

With your heart racing, you began to search for him, following the trail of his voice to a hotel for Hazbins seeking redemption. There, amid a myriad of misfits longing for a second chance, was a figure that made your heart leap—a deer demon who looked so painfully familiar yet foreign, a man shaped by the passage of time.

What is time, if not a relentless force that dulls the senses yet sharpens the soul? It is a cruel teacher, reminding us that every moment counts, that love, once lost, can sometimes be found again.

Driven by hope, you joined the redemption program, longing to get close to the man who resembled the Alastor of your memories. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and as a year slipped by, you found the courage to ask him the question that hung in the air like an unspoken promise.

“Are you Alastor, from New Orleans, 1920s, engaged to Y/N?” The question trembled on your lips, heavy with anticipation. You braced yourself for the lash out, for the fierce anger that had always danced in his eyes.

 It was the very fire that had once ignited your passion and fear alike. But instead of a storm, you were met with a soft, bewildered stare. The smile that tugged at his lips was both awe-inspiring and heart-wrenching.

“How do you know about Y/N? Answer wisely, or your screams will be broadcast next for all of hell to hear.” His voice was low, edged with disbelief, and for a moment, the deer demon seemed almost vulnerable—a rarity in any world you knew him in.

“I am Y/N…” Your voice quivered, a fragile thread of conviction woven with longing. You hoped he could see the truth in your eyes, but as his expression morphed from shock to confusion and then to a flicker of spite, you understood that time was still playing its cruel game.

“No, no, you aren’t! Otherwise, you would have found me ages ago!” He stalked over to you grabbing yout collar. He growled in frustration and his grip tightened around your throat, lifting you to eye level, his horns casting ominous shadows. “How dare you pretend to be her? Who told you about that part of my past? Who do you know?”

Steadying your breath, you summoned every cherished memory, every detail only you could recall. The words poured from your honey-coated lips like a sweet symphony, and as he slowly let you down, a fond smile broke across both your faces.

“Lastly, you thought it blasphemous that I would put ice, honey, and lemon in my tea when you made it for me, telling me I might as well not be drinking it anyway.” As you spoke, the memory unfolded like a picture book bare before you, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight lasting embrace.

Was this it? Had time finally allowed you to win? Had you endured enough in this limbo of two unfair lives? This embrace realigned everything that had felt lost for so long, a warmth spreading through your very being.

“I waited for you! I waited for years—ninety long years, my dear!” His voice trembled with emotion as he produced a collection of scripts, each one a fragment of his past, a thread leading back to you. Stories from the early days to the most recent broadcasts, all crafted to help you find him.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ali… I truly apologize. I would wait a million years to stand beside you. But I am not who I once was. I am broken, scared, and changed by the lives I’ve lived. Would you really want that beside you?” Insecurities threatened to seep into your resolve, but the deeper you delved into the truth of your rough pasts, the more you realized how time had shaped you both.

He looked at you, confusion etched on his face, and then he laughed—a sound free of static, pure and unfiltered. Gently, he pulled you closer, his sigh a whisper of shared pain and understanding.

“You are stronger than you know. When you’re ready to let that strength show, let me guide you. You have every right to be scared; I have walked those same shadowed paths myself. When you’re ready to let go, I will be right here. I will always wait for you.”

At his words, tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions spilling forth. No matter the hardships time had imposed or the years spent apart, you recognized that this love spanned lifetimes—enduring, unwavering. If he was willing to wait for you, then you would fight for him, heart and soul, against the cruelty of time.

Thank you for the support, my Moons~

[bestofsimoneashley]

Simone Ashley’s upcoming movies, a thread (will be updated regularly)

“Picture this”

Genre: Comedy/Rom-Com

Release Date: 2025

Plot: Pia (Simone Ashley) is single and runs a failing photography studio with her best friend Jay (Luke Featherston). As her sister (Anoushka Chada) prepares to wed, Pia's mother (Sindhu Vee) is desperate for her to also find love. Then a spiritual guru at her sister's engagement party tells her she is destined to find love on the next five dates she goes on.

Director: Prarthana Mohan

Cast: Simone Ashley, Hero Fiennes Tiffin, Elliot Bird, Nikes Patel, Luke Featherston, Anoushka Chada, Phil Dunster, Eben Figueiredo, Sindhu Vee, Adil Ray

Character: “Pia”

Watch it on: Amazon Prime

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"This Tempting Madness"

Genre: psychological thriller

Release Date: 2024

Plot: A young woman awakens from a coma grievously injured, memory fractured, her husband arrested. But as she puts together the pieces of her past, she starts to question her own actions — and her perception of reality.

Director: Jennifer E. Montgomery

Cast: Simone Ashley, Mojean Aria, Austin Stowell, Suraj Sharma, Zenobia Shroff

Character: "Mia"

Watch it on: TBA

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“The Night Before Christmas in Wonderland”

Genre: animated movie

Release Date: 2024

Plot: The Queen of Hearts hates Christmas – she's banned tinsel, mince pies and even good cheer – because when she was a little princess, the White Rabbit was late delivering her letter to Father Christmas and she didn't receive a present. But one snowy Christmas Eve, Santa finally receives her letter and races to deliver her gift! Will Santa and his reindeer be able to put the Merry back into Christmas in Wonderland?

Director: Peter Baynton

Cast: Simone Ashley, Emilia Clarke, Gerald Butler

Character: "Alice"

Watch it on: TBA

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“F1”

Genre: Action, Drama

Release Date: June 25, 2025

Plot: Sonny Hayes (Brad Pitt), a Formula One driver who raced in the 1990s, has a horrible crash, forcing him to retire from Formula One and start racing in other disciplines. A Formula One team owner and friend (Javier Bardem) contacts Hayes and asks him to come out of retirement to mentor rookie prodigy Joshua Pearce (Damson Idris) for the Expensify Apex Grand Prix team (APXGP).

Director: Joseph Kosinski

Cast: Simone Ashley, Damson Idris, Kerry Condon, Tobias Menzies, Javier Bardem, Sarah Niles, Brad Pitt

Character: TBA

Watch it on: Apple and in cinemas

[aller-geez]

Snow Daze (part 1)

Written & illustrated by allergeez

Spent 3 days struggling to draw a cover for this series and I can’t say that I love it, but I couldn’t handle trying again right now so it may change for Part 2, but we’ll see~ Part 1 of a new series, (first Vaelyn series 🖤) 6k words, cold denial at a ski resort, starts out with only Vee sneezing, but eventually turns into a group sick fic 🖤 (I’m not as funny as @thekinkyleopard tho so don’t expect miracles.😂 this’ll be my first group fic so I hopefully you enjoy it 🖤) Part 2 is almost finished already, so it’ll be posted a bit later~

As always, Kezzi owns Kalypso 🖤

The studio had become a warzone over the past six months, its once-vibrant energy now stifled by tension and exhaustion. Empty cans of energy drinks littered every available surface, and the sharp tang of stale coffee permeated the air. Rexar’s guitar lay abandoned in one corner, a testament to the countless nights where inspiration had stubbornly refused to strike. The whiteboard that usually bore bold, scribbled lyrics and ambitious song structures now held a few frustrated lines scratched out so violently the marker had almost bled through.

Vaelyn sat hunched over his guitar, fingers absently plucking at the strings. His blue eyes, usually sharp and vibrant, were dull and shadowed from sleepless nights. Across the room, Rexar paced like a caged animal, his grey-and-red eyes flashing with irritation every time Vaelyn muttered a half-hearted suggestion.

“You call that a riff?” Rexar snapped one night, his voice dripping with frustration.

Vaelyn’s jaw tightened. “You got something better, front man?”

Their arguments had grown sharper, less playful over time. It wasn’t just creative differences anymore; the stress of delivering a career-defining album had sunk its claws into them both. Even their last-ditch effort—a chaotic acid trip that ended with Rexar setting the studio curtains on fire—had produced nothing but more frayed nerves.

Kriia had watched the downward spiral from the sidelines, her patience dwindling with each passing week. She was the glue that kept them from tearing each other apart, but even she had limits. After another screaming match between the two left her shaking her head in exasperation, she knew something had to change.

Late one night, armed with her laptop and a glass of wine, Kriia scrolled through endless vacation deals in a desperate attempt to find something—anything—that might salvage their sanity. That’s when she found it: a honeymoon package at an upscale ski resort tucked away in the snowy mountains. The photos were stunning—cozy cabins with roaring fireplaces, gourmet dining, private hot tubs, and panoramic views of snow-drenched peaks.

It was perfect.

“This is it,” she muttered to herself, clicking through the details. “Luxury, relaxation, and no studio in sight. They can’t argue in paradise, right?”

There was, however, one glaring problem: the honeymoon deal was strictly for couples. Kriia had no issue dragging Rexar along as her partner—it wasn’t the first time she’d posed as his wife to get what they needed—but Vaelyn was only sort of taken…

He was going to have to bring Kalypso.

The thought made her stomach churn. Kalypso, with her dramatic flair and endless scheming, was the last thing this fragile group needed, but there was no way around it. If the band was going to survive—and finish their album—Kriia had to make peace with inviting the chaos agent herself.

The tension in the studio was thick enough to cut with a knife. Rexar had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall with his sharp grey-and-red eyes narrowed in defiance, while Vaelyn sat slouched in his chair, absently tapping his guitar pick against his knee. The two were seconds away from another eruption when Kriia stormed in, laptop in hand and her green eyes blazing.

“Alright, enough!” she snapped, cutting through their brewing argument like a whip. “I can’t listen to another second of you two bickering over chord progressions or whatever the hell this fight’s about. You’re both impossible, and frankly, this album is driving all of us insane.”

Both men fell silent, Rexar quirking an eyebrow while Vaelyn rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I found something that’s going to fix this,” Kriia continued, planting the laptop on the table. “We’re going away this weekend. All of us. No studio, no album, just snow, mountains, and some much-needed space to not hate each other for a few days.”

She clicked open the details of the ski resort, the screen filled with images of plush cabins, roaring fireplaces, and luxurious buffets. Rexar’s mouth tugged into a smirk as he leaned over to get a better look.

“Snowboarding? Hot tubs? Hell yeah, I’m in,” Rexar said, already imagining carving down the slopes with the wind whipping past his face.

Vaelyn perked up slightly, though he remained guarded. “I mean… sure. Could be nice,” he muttered, trying to mask his curiosity.

Kriia folded her arms. “Good. Because you’re both going, no arguments. You need this, we need this, and we’re doing it together.”

The two exchanged a glance, their shared enthusiasm for snowboarding softening their usual edge. For a moment, the tension in the room began to dissolve—until Kriia dropped the other shoe.

“There’s just one thing,” she said, a little too nonchalantly. “It’s a… honeymoon… package.”

Rexar’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Oh, this just gets better. Kriia and I get to spend a weekend soaking up the perks of being fake married, and Vee—oh man, Vee gets to bring Kalypso.”

Vaelyn’s head snapped up, his face contorting with immediate horror. “No. Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m bringing her. Do you have any idea how exhausting that’s going to be? I’m supposed to relax, not babysit.”

Rexar burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the studio. “You’re the one who’s dating her, dude. Sounds like a you problem.”

Kriia’s patience had worn razor-thin. “Listen, Vaelyn,” she said sharply, her tone brooking no argument. “You’re the one who decided to date Kalypso, so you can deal with her for a few days. I don’t care how annoying she is. We’re doing this, and you’re not backing out.”

Vaelyn groaned loudly, running a hand through his already messy hair that fell around his shoulders freely. “Fine. Whatever,” he grumbled, yanking out his phone and shooting Kalypso a quick text.

Vee:

Yo. Want to go to a ski resort this weekend? 😒😒

He didn’t elaborate, didn’t mention the “honeymoon” detail. She would find out sooner or later, but that was a problem for future Vaelyn to deal with. For now, he just needed to survive the fallout from this forced vacation.

Rexar leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, a rare look of contentment softening his sharp features. “Man, I can’t wait for this. Just think about it—snow, slopes, hot chocolate, and actual quiet time. No riffing, no deadlines, just Kriia and me in full honeymoon mode.”

Kriia raised an eyebrow at him, though her lips quirked into a smile. “Honeymoon mode? Don’t get too comfortable, babe. You’re still going to have to deal with Vee and Kalypso.”

“Yeah, but watching those two argue is like its own form of entertainment,” Rexar said with a laugh. “Plus, Vee’s gonna have to shred the slopes with me. You know, when he’s not busy trying to keep Kalypso from going full drama queen.”

Kriia shook her head fondly, while Vaelyn let out an annoyed huff from the other side of the room, his attention flicking to his phone as it chimed with a notification.

The screen lit up with Kalypso’s response:

Kalypso:

Duh, what kind of a question is that? 😒 But what’s the catch?

Vaelyn groaned loudly, running a hand down his face. “Of course,” he muttered, his thumbs flying over the screen.

Vee:

“There’s no fkn catch, Kal. Just don’t be TOO annoying. We’ll pick you up at 9 am. And don’t make us wait hella long on your ass AND DON’T expect me to carry 1200 pounds of YOUR luggage. Pack appropriately.*

He hit send and tossed the phone onto the table, sinking back into his chair with a sigh that practically oozed frustration. “Why do I do this to myself?” he muttered under his breath.

Rexar, ever the opportunist, couldn’t resist. “Because you secretly like the chaos. Don’t worry, Vee. I’m sure this will be the romantic getaway you’ve always dreamed of.”

Vaelyn shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, but Rexar only grinned wider.

“Rex,” Kriia chided gently, placing a hand on his arm to pull him back. “Be nice.”

Rexar shrugged, his smirk softening slightly under Kriia’s amused gaze. “Alright, alright. I’ll save the teasing for the car ride. Plenty of time for it then.”

Vaelyn rolled his eyes but didn’t bother responding, already resigned to the chaos this trip was about to bring.

The morning greeted Vaelyn like a sledgehammer to the skull. He groaned as consciousness crept in, his body aching as though he’d been dragged through gravel. His head throbbed with a dull, relentless pressure, and his sinuses felt like they’d been stuffed with cement. A damp sniffle escaped him, wet and miserable, and he wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie, only to feel the fabric grow uncomfortably damp.

His throat burned with each swallow, raw and scratchy, and his limbs felt leaden as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The old springs creaked under his weight, the sound echoing in the stillness of his room. He pressed his fingertips into his temples, trying and failing to ease the congestion pressing against his skull.

“Vee, you up?!” Kriia’s voice rang down the hall, too chipper for how early it was.

Dragging himself to his feet, Vaelyn stumbled toward his closet, his balance wobbly from the lingering dizziness. He grabbed random clothes and stuffed them haphazardly into his suitcase, pausing every few seconds as his nose twitched violently. He barely had time to lift his elbow before the sneezes overtook him.

“Hhh—Eishh!-ishh!-ish!-’shh! …hehhHH! -EEISSHHuh!!” Each fit bent him forward, his lanky frame trembling with the effort. The sound was harsh, echoing off the bare walls of his room, and left him gasping for air.

A sharp knock on the doorframe made him glance up, his bloodshot blue eyes meeting Kriia’s concerned gaze. Her dark purple eyes narrowed as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with worry. “You sound awful.”

“Fine,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat, wincing as the action sent a fiery scrape through his raw vocal cords. “Suitcase is just dusty,” he added, waving her off with a dismissive hand.

“Uh-huh,” Kriia replied skeptically, her gaze lingering on his red, swollen nose and the way he swayed slightly when he moved. She didn’t push, though, letting it slide as Rexar’s booming voice erupted from the living room.

“C’mon, Princess! The car’s not loading itself!”

Vaelyn’s jaw clenched at the nickname, and he shoved his suitcase shut with more force than necessary. “Hilarious,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing the handle and dragging it down the hall.

In the driveway, Rexar leaned casually against his hummer, his sharp grey-and-red eyes gleaming with amusement. He gestured toward Vaelyn with a lazy flick of his hand as the guitarist stuffed his suitcase into the back.

“Bless you, by the way,” Rexar quipped, his smirk widening. “Hope you’re not coming down with something, or this trip’s gonna be real romantic for Kal.”

Vaelyn shot him a withering glare, his reddened nose twitching ominously. He paused, sniffled thickly, and then barely managed to growl, “Shut up, Rex, you know she likes my sneezes anyway…” before his breath hitched again.

“Hhh—hhH’EISSHHHhhuhh! ” The sneeze doubled him over, leaving him clutching the side of the hummer for balance.

Rexar chuckled, patting Vaelyn on the back. “You know, Princess, I think she’ll get over that reeeeal quick if this is any premonition…”

Vaelyn’s muffled groan was all the response he could muster.

The bitter winter air stung his flushed, feverish cheeks, and he could feel the congestion tightening behind his eyes like a vice. With every step, his boots crunched against the icy driveway, matching the soft hiss of his strained breathing.

The ride to Kalypso’s house was nothing short of torture for Vaelyn. The hum of the engine felt like it was reverberating directly through his skull, amplifying the dull, relentless pounding in his head. Rexar’s voice, normally loud but tolerable, felt grating today as he chatted away with Kriia in the front seat. Every joke, every laugh, felt like sandpaper against Vaelyn’s already raw nerves.

Slumped against the window, his dark green hair spilling messily over his face, Vaelyn let out a soft groan as another tickle bloomed deep in his sinuses. He sniffled uselessly, his red nose twitching against the itch. He scrubbed at it with his sleeve, muttering a faint, “Ugh… just kill me now,” under his breath.

When they finally pulled up to Kalypso’s house, Vaelyn forced himself to move. His legs felt like lead, and his joints ached with every step as he trudged to the front door. He muffled a couple of wet, itchy coughs into his elbow, wincing as the motion sent another wave of dizziness washing over him. His knuckles rapped against the door, the sound sharper than he intended, and he instantly regretted it when a sharp throb rippled through his temple.

The door flew open in record time, revealing Kalypso in all her gothic glory. Her jet-black hair, streaked with vivid lime green, fell in choppy layers around her pale, angular face. Her emerald green eye gleamed with its usual sharpness, but the moment her gaze landed on Vaelyn, her smile faltered.

“Jesus, you look like dog shit,” she said bluntly, her tone matter-of-fact as she leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip.

"Good to see you too," Vaelyn muttered back, his raspy tone doing little to hide his irritation as he turned on his heel to start walking back towards Rexar’s waiting vehicle without waiting for her. His throat was burning, every word scratching painfully, and he had half a mind to just shove her back inside and leave her there.

Kalypso grabbed her bag and followed, closing the door behind her with a loud click. Sliding into the back seat, she didn’t bother hiding her amusement as she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.

“Sup,” Rexar greeted her with a lazy nod from the driver’s seat, his sharp grey-red eyes flicking to her briefly before returning to his phone.

Before Vaelyn could follow her in, his nose surged to life once more. He froze mid-step, head tilting back as his breath hitched wildly. “Hh-! Hh’ISCHHh! EISHhh! H’ISHHhh! —ish! shh! —sh! ………………hh’EISHHhhhuhh!” The sneezes tore through him, rapid and relentless, each one sapping the little energy he had left.

Finally, a soaked, waterlogged sniffle followed that did nothing to clear his sinuses, Vaelyn sighed to himself, exhaustion settling deeper into his bones. His red nose was practically glowing against the pale flush of his skin as he opened the hummer door and dropped into his seat like a puppet with its strings cut.

He leaned his head back against the seat with a groan, wiping his nose with the edge of his hoodie sleeve.

Kalypso wrinkled her nose, scooting an inch farther away from him. “You better not get me sick,” she warned, her voice dripping with exasperation, but her eyes told a different story as she smirked in slight arousal.

Vaelyn gave her a sidelong glare, resting his temple against the cold glass of the window. “I’b dot sick.” Vaelyn croaked, his voice hoarse and heavy with congestion. “By suitcase was id the back of by closet and was dusty as fugk. I have allergies if you rebebber.”

Rexar chuckled from the front, glancing at Vaelyn in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, okay Vee. We definitely believe you.”

Vaelyn shot him a glare, his reddened nose twitching with the ghost of another sneeze. “Shut the fugk up, Rex.”

With a grin, Rexar hit the gas, and they were off, the car filled with a mix of groans, sniffling, and Rexar’s relentless commentary. Vaelyn closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the constant tickle in his throat. The trip was already shaping up to be exactly as miserable as he’d expected.

The ski resort was every bit as picturesque as Kriia had promised. Snow blanketed the rolling hills and pine trees like a perfect postcard, and rustic yet luxurious chalets dotted the landscape. The main lodge stood proudly in the center, its towering stone chimney sending plumes of woodsmoke curling into the icy air. Inside, guests lounged on plush couches by roaring fireplaces, sipping steaming mugs of hot chocolate or nibbling on an assortment of gourmet pastries from the buffet. It should have been paradise.

For Vaelyn, it was pure hell.

The moment he opened the car door, the icy air hit him like a freight train, biting into his fevered skin and making his already-clogged lungs seize painfully. A sharp cough rattled out of him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around his torso as he stepped out into the snow.

Kalypso, who had to hop down from the high seat of Rexar’s Hummer, landed with a dramatic bounce, brushing invisible snowflakes from her black jacket. Behind them, Rexar and Kriia climbed out as well, giggling quietly about something Vaelyn was too sick and too annoyed to decipher.

The cold wasn’t the only thing weighing him down. As Rexar opened the trunk and started pulling out their suitcases, Vaelyn muffled yet another violent sneezing fit into the neckline of his hoodie.

“Hhh! Hhh’EISHhh! Ishhh! hh—shh! …hhehh—hh’EESHHHHuhh!”

The wet, marshy sound was enough to make him grimace, his bare chest damp where he’d pressed the fabric to his face. He swiped at his raw, angry nose, sniffling miserably as he tried to regain some semblance of composure.

When he finally looked up, Kalypso was standing in front of him, her emerald green eye gleaming with amusement as she held out the handles of her two enormous bags.

“Still holding to the ‘it’s allergies’ excuse?” she asked with a smirk, shaking the bags slightly to get his attention.

Vaelyn sighed loudly, his aching shoulders already screaming at the thought of carrying anything heavier than himself. “Yes. It was fuckigg dusty,” he snapped stubbornly, grabbing her bags along with his own. The combined weight nearly knocked him off balance, and he had to take a moment to steady himself before trudging toward the lodge.

The warm air inside the lodge was almost too much after the biting cold, and it immediately set off another round of sneezing.

“Hhhhh-! Hihhh—godda… sdeeze! Hh’ISCHHh! EISHhh! H’ISHHhh! —ish! shh! —sh! ………………hh’EISHHhhhuhh!”

The sound echoed embarrassingly through the grand lobby, drawing a few glances from other guests. Vaelyn bent forward, bracing his hands on his knees as he rode out the fit, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Rexar, who was collecting the room keys from the front desk, raised an eyebrow and muttered loud enough for only Kriia to hear, “You sure he’s not patient zero for a new plague?”

Kriia shot him a sharp look, elbowing him in the ribs. “Rex,” she hissed before turning her attention back to Vaelyn. Her voice softened with genuine concern. “You okay, Vee?”

“Peachy,” he croaked sarcastically, though his voice was barely audible over the congestion clogging his sinuses. His feet dragged as they followed Rexar toward the elevator, and he swayed slightly with each step, his body teetering dangerously close to giving out.

The elevator ride up was silent save for the occasional sniffle or cough from Vaelyn. Kalypso leaned against the mirrored wall, clearly more interested in scrolling through her phone than acknowledging his misery. Kriia, on the other hand, kept stealing worried glances his way, but she knew better than to press him.

When they finally reached their rooms, Rexar handed out the keys, flashing Vaelyn a pointed look. “Try not to die before we hit the slopes tomorrow, yeah? I don’t feel like carrying your ass back up the mountain.”

Vaelyn glared weakly at him, fumbling with the key card before muttering, “You’d let be freeze for a laugh and you dow it.”

Rexar just grinned. “Yeah, but I’d take a great picture first.”

Kalypso rolled her eye, grabbing her bags from Vaelyn’s shaking hands and pushing her way into their shared room. “Try not to sneeze all over everything while I’m unpacking,” she called back with a laugh.

Vaelyn didn’t even have the energy to retort. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, his head pounding and his chest tight, before finally dragging himself into the room, already dreading the hours to come.

As he stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind him, Vaelyn winced as another powerful fit ripped through him, his entire body snapping forward at the force. “Hhh… Hh—Hh’EISSHHhh! hh’EISHHHH! —shhh! ...hhh’IESHHHuhh!” His breath hitched at the tail end, as if daring him to endure another round, but he managed to stave it off for a few precious seconds. Bracing himself against the edge of the fireplace mantle, he clung to it like a lifeline, his knuckles white against the smooth wood. His red-rimmed eyes were watery and distant, and his nose was an angry shade of pink, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Every shallow breath rattled through his chest, heavy and wet, as if his lungs were wading through molasses.

Kalypso’s single emerald eye fixed on him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “God, can you stop for five seconds?” she snapped, her voice as biting as the winter wind outside. She sat perched on the couch’s armrest, her black nails tapping an impatient rhythm against her thigh.

Vaelyn groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Stob complaiding,” he shot back, though his voice was hoarse and broken, making his retort sound far less intimidating. “You’re dot the ode—hh—IESHhh!—sufferigg here.”

Another sneeze barreled out of him mid-sentence, interrupting his words with a desperate, breathless gasp. His knees buckled slightly, and he leaned harder against the mantle to steady himself, blinking furiously to clear his vision. The humiliation of his own body betraying him made him bristle even more.

Kalypso shot up from her seat, her chains clinking with the movement. “Jesus fucking Christ, Vaelyn! Just lie the fuck down already!” Her tone pitched higher as her frustration boiled over. “You’re walking around sneezing like a goddamn germ factory! I swear to god, you’re so fucking useless!”

Vaelyn blinked at her outburst, too caught off guard—and frankly too sick—to respond with his usual snark. He looked like he wanted to argue, but his shoulders slumped in defeat, the exhaustion weighing on him. “Wasn’t askig for you to babysit,�� he muttered under his breath, though his congested voice robbed the words of any bite.

Kalypso threw her hands in the air. “Yeah, well, too bad!” she snapped, grabbing a plush pillow from the couch and hurling it toward the bed. “Instead of enjoying the hot tub or actually relaxing on this stupid trip, now I have to deal with your dumb, germy ass. You’re a fucking nightmare, Vee. Just lay down before you pass out or something. And if you do, I’m not calling for help—I’ll leave you here.”

Vaelyn sighed dramatically, muttering curses under his breath as he shuffled toward the bed. Every step felt like dragging himself through wet cement. He collapsed onto the comforter like a marionette with its strings cut, his long frame sprawling awkwardly. Kalypso stalked after him, glaring down at him with her hands on her hips.

“Happy dow?” he rasped, turning his face into the pillow to stifle a harsh, chesty cough that left him wincing.

Kalypso rolled her eye and grabbed the tissue box from the nightstand, tossing it squarely onto his chest. “Ecstatic,” she muttered dryly. “Now blow your nose before you drown in your own snot, dumbass.”

Vaelyn groaned but complied, blowing his nose into a crumpled tissue with a wet, gurgling honk. The action left him lightheaded, and he slumped back against the pillows with a dazed expression. “This trip… is gonnuh… hh—godda sdeeze… hhH—hh’IESHhh! hh’EISHuhh!” He barely managed to grab another tissue in time before dissolving into a fresh fit.

“God, you’re exhausting,” Kalypso muttered, stalking toward the kitchenette. She yanked a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and shoved it into his hand. “Drink. You look like you’re about to keel over, and I’m not dealing with you dying on me.”

“Thadks,” Vaelyn muttered, though his tone dripped with sarcasm. He sat up before cracking the bottle open with trembling hands, taking a small sip as Kriia poked her head into the room.

“Everything okay in here?” she asked cautiously, her deep purple eyes scanning the scene with a mixture of concern and amusement.

Kalypso threw her hands up in exaggerated exasperation. “Oh, yeah, totally fine! Just playing nursemaid to this walking biohazard instead of soaking in the hot tub like I planned!”

Kriia smirked knowingly, turning her gaze to Vaelyn. “Vee, you good?”

He waved a hand weakly, his fever flushed cheeks standing out among the eggshell colored bed linen. “Alive,” he croaked, though his voice cracked painfully.

Kriia chuckled softly. “Well, that’s something.”

Kalypso flopped dramatically onto the couch, grabbing her phone and muttering loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’m charging him for this emotional labor.”

Vaelyn’s lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smirk before he buried his face in another tissue, sneezing again with a force that made Kalypso groan audibly from the couch.

Kriia sighed, giving Vaelyn one last concerned glance before shaking her head and standing. “Alright, well, try not to die before dinner,” she teased lightly, stretching her arms over her head. “We’ve got reservations in a few hours, and I’d rather not have to explain to the hotel staff why my roommate perished from self-inflicted stubbornness.”

Vaelyn grumbled something unintelligible into his pillow, punctuated by a sluggish sniffle. Kalypso barely spared him a glance as she scrolled through her phone, her legs stretched out comfortably along the couch.

Rexar, who had been uncharacteristically quiet up until now, finally spoke up from behind Kriia, arms folded behind his head. “Man, I can’t wait to see you attempt to be a functioning human at dinner.” He smirked. “It’s gonna be like watching a zombie try to blend in at a five-star restaurant.”

Vaelyn groaned and sat up just enough to glare at him, his blue eyes watery and rimmed with exhaustion. “I’b fide,” he muttered, voice barely above a congested rasp. He wiped his nose against his hoodie sleeve—much to Kalypso’s audible disgust—and slumped back against the pillows.

“You’re so not fine,” Kriia corrected, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her bag. “But whatever, it’s your funeral. I’m gonna go get ready. Try to make yourself at least look alive before we leave.”

Rexar stretched with a dramatic groan, cracking his neck. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll make an effort too. Gotta look good for all the rich tourists.” He shot Vaelyn a teasing wink. “You, though? Maybe just invest in a lot of concealer.”

Vaelyn lifted a middle finger in his general direction before turning onto his side, burying his face back into the pillow.

Kalypso, still stretched out across the couch, gave a lazy sigh. “Well, I guess I should get ready too.” She glanced toward Vaelyn’s miserable heap of a form and smirked. “You need help picking out an outfit, Princess? Or do you just wanna roll up in that hoodie, all sniffly and tragic? I hear pity gets you free drinks.”

Vaelyn let out a weak, muffled groan that was quickly swallowed by another harsh sneezing fit. Kalypso yelped, dramatically recoiling as if he’d just unleashed a biohazard into the room. “Oh my God, you’re a disaster,” she griped, running a hand down her face.

Vaelyn grinned lazily, eyes half-shut, barely listening. “Fuggk you,” he rasped, sniffling damply into the tissue he barely bothered using. “If I suffer, you suffer.”

As Kriia and Rexar left the room to go get ready, Kalypso tossed another tissue box toward Vaelyn’s head, which he barely managed to catch. “At least try to contain yourself before we go.”

Vaelyn exhaled heavily, rubbing at his sore, twitching nose with the back of his wrist. He sniffled again—so deep and murky it made her physically recoil.

Kalypso huffed, dragging herself up from the couch and grabbing the remote off the nightstand. The room was already suffocating under the weight of Vaelyn’s sniffling, coughing, and dramatic, wet sneezes, and if she had to listen to another one echo off the walls like a goddamn shotgun blast, she was going to smother him with a pillow.

With a sharp click, the massive flatscreen flickered to life, flooding the dim room with artificial light. She flipped through the channels quickly, searching for something—anything—to drown him out. Antiques Roadshow filled the room, the refined voice of an elderly appraiser describing a “rather exquisite 19th-century silver tea set.”

Perfect. Boring. Unbearably dull.

Behind her, Vaelyn was doing his absolute best to be as obnoxious as possible.

First came the exaggerated sniffles, loud and congested, dragging through his sinuses in a long, drawn-out snnrrffk that made Kalypso’s eye twitch. He followed it up with a few pitiful little coughs, as if testing the waters, before escalating to full-on dramatic wheezing.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, pressing the volume button until the television nearly shook with the sound of an auctioneer rattling off bids. “Could you not?”

Vaelyn barely looked up from where he was sprawled across the bed, his long limbs tangled in the blankets like a man who had fully accepted his slow, miserable demise. His blue eyes—bleary and heavy-lidded with exhaustion—flicked toward her, glinting with pure mischief beneath the mess of his overgrown bangs. Utterly unrepentant, he slumped back against the pillows, his lips parting as he blinked dazedly up at the ceiling. His breath hitched softly again, teasing another fit, and Kalypso braced herself for another obnoxiously loud assault on her eardrums.

Instead, he sighed—deep, stuffy, and pitiful. “I cad’t stop,” he groaned, His voice was a wreck—hoarse and strained, thick with congestion. “Feels like a billiod bees crawled up by dose add are havigg a party.” He croaked, dragging the back of his hand against his red, irritated nose. “I’b just… hh—hhiihhh… suffering.”

Kalypso turned up the volume again.

The booming voice of an elderly man filled the room, his tone enthusiastic as he gestured toward a faded porcelain vase on the screen. “This fine specimen dates back to the Qing Dynasty and is valued at approximately—”

Kalypso smirked, dropping the remote onto the nightstand triumphantly. There. If Vaelyn was going to make her life hell, then she was going to bore him into submission.

But to her absolute horror, Vaelyn perked up.

“Ohhh, dude, that’s actually sick,” he muttered, sniffing sharply as he propped himself up on one elbow.

Kalypso blinked. “Wait. What?”

Vaelyn cleared his throat, scrubbing at his nose with the edge of his hoodie sleeve. “Look at the detail od that vase,” he continued, his voice thick and nasally. “The glazi’g is idcredibly well preserved—Dt’ISHHh! Ishh! Ish! Ish!—shh! —sh! …… …Hehh’ISHHHhew!”

The sneezes burst out of him in rapid, itchy succession, folding him at the waist where he sat. His shoulders tensed as the last one left him gasping, and he clumsily pawed around for a tissue with his free hand, eyes fluttering as the aftershocks of the fit shivered through his sinuses.

Kalypso rolled her eyes. “Okay, that’s it, I’m turning it off.”

“Wait—do’d’t!” Vaelyn whined, snatching the remote before she could reach for it. His voice was breathy and uneven, still tangled in the aftermath of his fit. “You hadda start it—hhHh! Hh’ISCHHh!—so we gotta see what it’s worth.”

Kalypso let out an exaggerated groan and flopped back onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “You are such a loser, oh my God.”

His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, his mouth parted just enough to suggest actual, genuine curiosity. He was watching the screen like it held the secrets of the universe.

And then, right when she thought he had finally shut up, he pointed at the desk being appraised and muttered, “Dude, I’b telling you—that’s worth at least forty-five grand.”

Kalypso blinked. “…what?”

Vaelyn sniffled, wiping his nose halfheartedly on the sleeve of his hoodie before jabbing a finger toward the screen. “See how the ha’dles are carved? That’s high-quality shit, Kal. Bet you adythigg—hhehh… Hhhiihhh... eishh!-ishh!-ish!-’shh!... —hehh’HH-EESSSHHHhhuh!—nnngh… fuggk.” He sniffled again, swiping at his nose. “I bet you it’s—Hh’ISCHHh! EISHhh! H’ISHHhh! —ish! shh! —sh! …ugh!”

Kalypso groaned, kicking at his leg. “Geezus, Vaelyn. Would you just finish sneezing before you start making bets?”

Vaelyn let out a weak little wheeze of a laugh, rubbing furiously at his irritated nose as he sniffled again. His lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as if the tickle wasn’t quite done with him yet.

Kalypso watched, exasperated, as he hovered on the edge, breath hitching lightly—waiting, waiting—before his face crumpled and—

“hh—huhhh—HHHIESHHHHhhuhh!!”

It was violent, his body snapping forward with the sheer force of it. His hair, already a wild mess, flopped into his face as he barely caught the sneeze against his wrist.

He flopped back into the pillows with a congested, miserable groan. “Fuggkid’—dew that was godda be a big ode…”

Kalypso shook her head, unable to suppress her smirk. “You are so dramatic.”

Vaelyn lifted a lazy middle finger. “Add you love it.”

Kalypso would have argued—should have argued—but instead, she snorted, giving his shin a halfhearted kick. “Shut up.”

Despite herself, she found her gaze drifting back toward the screen.

“—so, given its pristine condition, I would estimate this piece at… forty-two thousand dollars.”

Vaelyn let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Shid, I was close! That’s insade,” he muttered, pressing a tissue to his nose with a congested sniff.

Kalypso groaned again, though there was less bite to it this time. “Great. Now you’ve infected me with your nerdiness.”

Vaelyn smirked sleepily. “It’s just the adtiques getti’g to you.”

They fell into a rhythm after that—an uncharacteristic truce forged in the fires of pure boredom and mutual disdain for moving. Kalypso, despite herself, started throwing in snarky commentary every time some rich idiot gasped at the worth of an old clock. Vaelyn, for his part, got more animated the longer they watched, pausing only to sneeze or blow his nose before launching into another half-baked analysis on “just how sick that carvigg techdique is, Kal, you dod’t get it.”

And—against all odds—Kalypso actually found herself laughing, tossing in occasional commentary that had Vaelyn snorting through his congested nose. And, surprisingly, the more they joked, the more relaxed she felt.

It was subtle at first—a scoff here, a smirk there—but as the minutes stretched into an hour, she found herself shoving his arm lightly when he said something particularly dumb, or shaking her head with a half-smile when he barely managed to get through a sentence before another sneezing fit tore through him.

He was so fucking pathetic, but somehow, it was starting to get… kind of endearing?

She shook the thought away as quickly as it came.

Vaelyn, too sick and tired to keep up his usual bravado, leaned into her warmth without hesitation, his fever-flushed skin hot against her shoulder. His sniffles never quite ceased, his breath hitching every few minutes as his nose betrayed him over and over again, forcing him to press his face into his hoodie sleeve with another helpless, “hhh-HHhh—! Eh-hh! EISHHh! —ISSHHh! ISHH!-ish!-’shh!... HH—……HH’EISSCHH’uhhh!”

Kalypso, who had been deeply irritated by the sneezing at the start of the night, found herself less and less bothered as the evening stretched on. Maybe it was the fever that made him so compliant, or the way he melted against her shoulder every time she bumped into him, but something about the way his body jolted with each sharp, breathless release made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t quite hate.

And maybe—just maybe—she didn’t actually mind the way he leaned against her, warm and pathetic and entirely at her mercy…

To be continued…

[ahelluvahigh]

keeperofquestions asked: Another small misshapen glass bird all but crashed into Delphine's window, cracking itself on her windowsill. Another small piece of her return letter was embedded inside. The message tied to its leg was easily retrievable. "Lady Delphine, As it would be improper for someone of my station to be seen approaching you on a day commonly reserved for courtship, I have chosen a meeting place that will not cause undo rumor nor damage your family's reputation by possibily insinuating that they would allow you to be seen with someone of such low standing. I shall meet you at the palaza across from Vee Tower, should you deem it acceptable. I shall be dressed casually. With sincerest regards, Duedephelon"

The crash caused the bird to leap up from her desk chair, the walls and floor of her room glowing as she whirled around to face-- a little glass bird, not dissimilar to the one who was currently nesting atop one of her bookshelves (it's name is Johanna).

"Shit-- are you okay, little guy?" She asks as she opens the window for the chipped, misshapen bird. She's not entirely certain if these little glass creatures are truly alive-- but she likes them. In a world where everything needs to be presented as perfect, these misshapen little creatures hold a great deal of charm.

She retrieves the letter from the little bird's leg before placing said little bird on her pillow. Maybe she can... epoxy it?

She'll start Voogling after she reads the letter it brought.

Oh--

She had not thought about this--

Would her parents care if she went out on Valentine's Day with someone of a lower station? On the one hand, in years prior, they never cared that she didn't court anyone on such a day... on the other, things are different now that her father has been promoted in station. Maybe that's for the best? A Goetia woman's job is to marry into a higher station so that her family can, in turn, be considered higher in rank... it's the entire reason her parents wed.

But Andrealphus took the title of Prince from Stolas... and princess is the highest title a female Goetia can wear. There are no queens in the Ars Goetia.

... This is a very frustrating train of thought.

Fuck it. She just won't tell her parents what she's doing. They likely won't notice.

Returning to her desk, she prepares a response:

Dearest Duedephelon, After careful consideration, I have decided to wear a disguise for our outing.

She clicks her beak as she looks down at the parchment. Her formal speak needs practice.

I wouldn't want gossip or rumors to soil an evening that you have clearly put a great deal of work into. I will begin searching my father's old Grimoire for a spell once this letter is sent. I look forward to meeting you at the plaza.

Signed and sealed, she looks up to her ceiling, which she had cast a spell upon to make it look like Earth's night sky. Her fingers glimmer with magic as she calls on the tiny, snowy messenger dragon she had created for the sole purpose of sending these letters back and forth. It grips the four corners of the letter between its claws before taking off through the still-open window.

Now she has a disguise to plan-- and a glass bird to repair.

[paicrepe4758]

My shipping chart dandy's world

My favorite ships

Berrybot(vee x sprout)

Shell-a-vision(shelly x vee)

Gacha vision(gigi x vee)

Fruitcake(sprout x cosmo)

Moon flower(astro x dandy)

Moon cake (cosmo x astro)

Boo-loon (Connie x looey)

Lucky day(gigi x blissy)

Sour ball(stella x snowy)

Cloud party(sponsy x Dina)

[snowy-vee]

Calling my girlfriend ‘Wife’

INDEX

As always, the inside of the car was the background of your videos as you placed the phone in the holder making sure you both looked okay in the camera frame before pressing the red button. Ellie had zero idea what the video was about, you just told her that you were going to make a tiktok and she had to be in it.

“I’ve decided today I’m going to make a dessert for my wife” If she wasn’t paying that much attention, she did now after hearing how you address her “and I’m going to try-”

“Wait, what?” Her smile was from ear to ear and her eyes were glowing “What did you? For who?”

You looked at her “confused” trying to not smile at her cute face “For my wife”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Is it not you? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“I’m your wife?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head.

“Damm. Wait, me? I’m your wife?” She felt so happy that she thought she was hearing wrong, there was no way you just called her your wife, she couldn’t stop smiling even if she tried.

“Dude, okay, let me do my video!” you were laughing as you cut the video and continue it “Okay, so I-”

“You classify me as your wife?” you rolled your eyes biting your lip and muttering a ‘yeah, of course’ at her “I didn’t put a ring on it yet!”

“Are you going to?” you raised your eyebrow and she nodded energetically “Okay, then”

“I’m fucking with that energy! Let’s put it out in the universe” She was giggling as she clanged in your arm swaying it a little bit, making you also giggle with her “That’s been my dream, to marry you”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Let’s talk about some marriage plans!”

“Propose to me first!” The video ended showing you grabbing the phone and showing a close up of the happiest face you’ve seen Ellie make.

[satellitespinner]

🂱 GET HER BACK ! (01)

content warnings: swearing mentions of homewrecking, reader needs to STAND UP. abby mention!!!!!!!!!!!! swearing! does this count as angst?? idfk!

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[kindheart525]

The Grand Galloping Gala was here and despite everything going on in her life, Snowcone Syrup was having a pretty good time. She liked dressing up and seeing the castle now and then, all that fancy stuff. She also got to see the rest of the royal family, including Vee who she hadn’t talked to in awhile. 

But tonight, she was going to talk to her again.

Snowcone sauntered over to Vee with a clearly strained smile on her face, the corners of her mouth quivering. She kept enough distance to not invade her personal space. 

"Veuve! Hello!"

She finally mewled, her voice cracking like a preteen.

Vee regarded her with a small smile herself, looking her up and down like she saw right through the strained front.

“Hello Snowcone, it’s nice to see you. I love the dress, the color suits you.”

She shifted awkwardly, her mouth open but saying nothing as she struggled to make small talk.

“Are you enjoying the ball?”

Snowy’s heart began to race, practically beating out of her chest from anxiety. 

Vee was there too, why the hell is she making things so awkward?

She thought to herself as her smile only grew wider. She was struggling so hard to keep her thoughts rational but it felt like Vee just didn't care as much as she did. 

"Thank you. It's nice to see you too, purple black as usual. You know who you are! I like that!"

Did she...not want this?

"Not really, I'd rather be at home. I love getting a new dress every time though!"

Vee gave a lighthearted shrug and chuckled slightly.

“Well that makes it worth it, it’s always nice to dress up! Might as well have fun while you’re here, right?”

She trailed off into an awkward silence after this. There was something on both of their minds but they weren’t addressing it.

"Yep! Anyways! Nicetoseeyouhaveagoodtimebye-"

Snowy practically zoomed off like her hooves had wheels, an almost pumpkin-carved smile on her face as she honed in on anything she could to escape the situation. 

Sadly this was her mother.

Twilight Sparkle smiled brightly at her daughter, having clearly not seen the awkwardness of the conversation that just happened and not noticing the strain in her daughter’s expression.

“Hi honey! I see you’re talking to Vee again!”

She used her wing to brush Snowy’s back in attempted reassurance once she was close enough.

“I know some things were going on between you two but I knew you’d work it out. See, I told you all you needed to do was try!”

Normally Snowcone would have reluctantly nuzzled into her mother’s chest and wriggled her back up against Twilight’s wings, but...then she said it. 

Snowcone didn't understand. Over and over and over again she told ponies just what not to say to trigger her, just what not to do.

And yet they did it anyways. 

Snowcone took a few steps back. 

"What exactly do you mean?"

“Sometimes you have to put yourself out there and give it a little effort! It’s hard to solve anything when you don’t. Trust me, I know what that’s like.”

Twilight’s expression softened into concern once she noticed Snowcone’s body language.

“Oh, did it not go well?”

Snowcone could almost feel her eye twitch as Twilight failed her chance to change what she had said. 

"No it didn't go well! Nothing goes well when I do what you suggest! You micromanage every fucking thing!"

She started out in an intense whisper, getting right up in Twilight’s face, but she couldn't hold back her voice from getting louder. 

"I HATE you! You should have gone into bookbinding, then you'd actually care about what your creations had to say!"

It was clear that Snowcone’s outburst was audible to other ponies as all eyes turned towards her. Her other mother came over from a few feet away, clearly coming to back her wife up like she always did.

“Snowcone Syrup, don’t you EVER say that to your mother.”

Tempest snapped, her voice cold and stern.

“Do you hear me? You don’t know how lucky you are to HAVE a mother at all!”

"Fuck off! I'm not those ponies!"

Snowcone snapped back almost immediately before rushing off.

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Snowcone Syrup’s dress by @gelidponies Veuve en Deuil’s dress by JustAnotherFan-Trash

Background by Darkfire036

[matthewsturnioloo]

https://www.tumblr.com/matthewsturnioloo/766733220845895680/you-definitely-did-stuff-with-sab-we-know-u-want

matt would NEVER use someone like that 😐

- ❄️

LITERALLY. ‼️

(Also snowie you should dm me I need help with something for Vee..🤫🤭)

[paulinawoodpecker]

New video!

The teenagers voice claims

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Reena Roberto Ramirez: Olivia Rodrigo

Lukas Williams: Patton oswalt

Flora peace: Ariana grande

Minnie wakanda: Kiki Layne

Snowy Moscow: Taylor swift

Chai Ming Kong: awkafina

Jessie wakins: Tiffany haddish

Kelsey swells: Ariel winter

Nagham Hugh: Beyonce

Kenny jeong: Ken jeong

Kevin Emerson: Kevin Hart

Christopher coverlet: Chris Pratt

Roger Agra: Roger Craig smith

Tiffany mordon: Sheila Victor

Blair Ross: dove Cameron

Ying Lu: Constance wu

Andrea sneaks: Christina Vee

[hederasgarden]

Top 5 things to do on a rainy/snowy day 💗

Start a fire.

Make myself a nice cup of tea.

Bake some bread or cookies.

Wrap myself in a warm, soft blanket.

Find a good book to read or movie to watch.

Thanks for the ask, Vee!

[jmhwritesstuff]

Get to Know Me Tag

Tagged by @mrbexwrites - thank you!

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Long-term relationship

Favorite color: Green

Song stuck in my head: Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance (I don't know why, though, I never listen to them)

Favorite food: Italian or Greek

Last song listened to: Ascensionism by Sleep Token (it went straight to my WIP playlist)

Dream trip: I've never had one. Maybe somewhere snowy and wintery for Christmas one year but I've never really looked into it properly.

Last tv show/movie: Rewatched Gilmore Girls, also saw Violent Night

Spicy/sweet/savory?: Savory

Last thing I googled: Brown leather jackets

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