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[wcnderlnds]

bucket hats & trench coats | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: peter ralph gets caught up in the westview incident

・❥・word count: 2.1k

・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, agatha all along spoilers kinda, swearing.

・❥・ authors note: this is pure filth im so sorry. also bless @jazz-berry for getting caps of our boy that i just had to use for this 💕

The click clack of fingers zooming across a keyboard was the only sound that rang out through the room. Peter’s eyes were solely fixed on the computer screen as he typed up his newest Reddit post. Ever since the events of Westview had happened and his mind was his own, he was determined to spread the truth of what had really happened. He was the hero Westview needed. Thing was, nobody really cared to listen to his ramblings about Wanda and Agatha and how he’d been manipulated by both.

Apart from you. Everything Peter had experienced, you had, too. The hex had taken you both under control. The only difference was that had only been under Wanda’s control and not hers and Agatha’s like Peter had been. It had taken a real toll on him. He was still himself but he was… paranoid, guarded like he couldn’t trust anyone.

“Holy shitballs, dude,” he spun around in his chair to face you who was sprawled out on the couch with a book in your hand. At the sound of his voice, you peered over at him, a brow raised in question. “Some kid wants to meet up to talk about the whole Westview shit. We gotta go meet him, babe. He wants to know all about Agatha and Wanda and the freaky crap that went down.”

As you looked at Peter, you couldn’t help but frown. He was still as handsome as ever but his face was now adorned with a beard, the lines and bags around his eyes more prominent than ever. His hair was an unruly mess of half silver, half brown. He’d dyed it to try and hide himself but had never kept up with it so now the roots of his curls were a shocking silver that mismatched the brown. His eyes that once held so much joy, so much fun were now full of fear and vulnerability.

“Okay, if that’s what you want to do then, yeah,” you nod.

That’s how you ended up in a parking lot the next evening. Peter looked ridiculous stood beside you in a long trench coat and a bucket hat. Although, maybe in a weird sort of way it was a look. Or maybe you were just so desperate for your boyfriends touch that you were finding anything about him attractive now. Intimacy had come to a complete halt after everything that happened. He spent most of his time on Reddit trying to spread his story. The whole thing had really put a strain on your relationship but you loved this man and there was no way you were leaving him when he needed you the most. So what if you had to touch yourself most nights just for some relief. If that’s the way it had to be then fine.

“You look ridiculous,” you hissed at him, shaking your head. “Do you really need all of this?”

“It’s a disguise, duh! Can’t have him recognising me, can I? That’s why I’m going by Ralph… I mean, Randal — whatever fake name that police dude gave me. What’s up with you anyway? You’re crabby,” he took a sideways glance at you before glancing down at his watch.

“Nothing.” It was a mumble, hands stuffed into the jacket of Peter’s you were wearing. As he was about to speak again - or, more accurately, call you out - a car pulled into the lot. This was it. “Just be careful, okay?”

Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His beard tickling your face, the sensation only increasing those impure thoughts of wondering what it’d feel like somewhere else, somewhere lower. Peter nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before you jogged off back to the car. This was his thing. It was something he needed to do alone so you made yourself comfy in the backseat of the car, pulling up a game on your phone to pass the time.

It felt like too much time had passed since you left your boyfriend to his meet up so with concern, you got out of the car. Peter was walking around in circles, alone, mumbling to himself. Walking over to him, you approached cautiously. “Peter?”

“I forgot to tell him so much. Damn, I’m an idiot. Do you think he’d meet up again? I need to tell him about the rabbit and….” You cut him off by taking his hand in yours.

“I think you need to relax. This isn’t good for you.”

“It’s the only thing I can think about. It’s the only thing going through my head at any given point. All I can think about is the awful things those… witches… made me do.”

At the word witches, you cut in with “bitches” causing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto his face. You had missed his smile. It was one of the most beautiful things on the planet and you’d do anything to see it again.

“I know, baby. But… you’re letting this consume you and… it’s driving us apart. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my Peter. I miss joking around, going on dates, you stealing stuff for me, being intimate with each other. Do you not realise how long it’s been since we had sex?” You sighed, playing with the fingers on his hand.

“…fuck,” he let out a sigh of his own, the realisation hitting him. Hard. How the heck could he forget about the most important person in his life? No, he wasn’t having that. He had to make it up to you and quick - luckily that just so happened to be his speciality. His hands slid down your sides, finding your hips and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend. Let me make it up to you?”

Everything that happened next was a blur. Before you knew it, you were laid on the backseat of the car, legs spread wide with Peter between them. You had no idea where your panties were — Peter had pulled them off in a frenzy. His tongue teased along your folds elicting the most precious sounds he’d ever heard from you. Every brush of his tongue drove you wilder and wilder. His beard rubbing against your thighs only adding to the growing desire in the pit of your stomach. His lips sucked on your sensitive bud causing you to whimper, hands flying to his hair until you realised he had the stupid goddamn bucket hat on still.

“Peter,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” His tongue swirled around your clit, completely oblivious to how annoyed you were.

“Peter!” This time he looked up at you from between your legs. “Take the stupid fucking hat off.”

“You mean it’s not doing it for you? Thought bucket hats were all the rage,” he snickered but he took it off, tossing it into the front of the car then dove back in like a man starved. The long, broad stripes of his tongue sliding through your pussy was like ecstasy. God, you had missed this. When you felt him prodding at your entrance, your hands once again flew to his hair this time tangling in it successfully as his tongue dove into you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue explored your plush walls. Peter could do this all day. Your moans were like music to his ears, the taste of you the best thing he’d ever have on his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against you, his tongue making its way back to your clit. “Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna let me make it up to you?” Between the kitten licks and the sound of him sucking up your juices, you were sure you were about to see heaven but then the little shit thrusted two fingers inside you. Your body arched as he pumped them at a rapid pace. The stimulation of his tongue and fingers was too much for you to handle and you came. Peter lapped at you, his fingers not letting up as he rode you through your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from you. A shit eating smirk - one reminiscent of the old Peter - was plastered on his face when his eyes met yours. Seeing your release over his lips was enough to almost trigger another orgasm. It really had been so fucking long. “Not done yet.”

Through the dimly lit windows you could see him, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you leaned forward, one hand reaching out to pop the button and pull down the zipper. With his help, you pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to free him. You reached out, stroking his cock, the pearly beads of pre-cum leaking from him. With your thumb, you spread it around his tip, causing a groan to pass his lips.

“Damn, babe, keep that up and I’m gonna shoot a load on you in two seconds.” He pushed your hand off him. “Need to fuck you now. Need to fuck you real good to make up for the last year.” He pumped himself a few times, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Trench coat on or off?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it, keep it on. Makes you look like a mysterious hot grandpa.”

“Grandpa?! You little brat.”

That was all you heard before he pushed his cock into your tight walls. He bottomed out in one thrust, filling you to the hilt. God, it felt so good to feel him inside you again. Instantly, he began thrusting into you at a rough pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your boyfriend was fucking you within an inch of your life again. Finally.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. Don’t think I haven’t heard you touching yourself every night,” he grunted, pulling out and pushing back in with force. Each thrust rougher than the next — all his pent up frustrations finally having a form of release. “Thinkin’ about me when you were playing with this pussy, huh?”

“Yes, Peter,” you mewled. Your hips bucked wildly against his trying to match his pace but it was no use. He was definitely using his mutation with the way he was pounding into you, your body moving along the seat with every thrust.

“Ain’t gotta do that no more. Gonna fuck you like this every night now,” he lifted your legs over his shoulders to hit even deeper inside you. “So damn tight.”

Hands gripped his forearms as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. Sweat was forming on his forehead, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on bringing you as much pleasure as he could. His eyes focused on the way your tits bounced under your shirt, roaming lower as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. Fingers found your clit and you felt the vibrations rumbling through him, causing you to almost scream out. It was too much. Way too much.

“Peter! Ooooh. Can’t -,” you cried out. Before you could even register what was happening, your walls tightened around him, body arching into his as you came. Peter didn’t let up, thrusting into you with a frenzied speed and muttering dirty ramblings as he chased his own high.

“I’m gonna - fuuuuck,” his thrusts grew sloppy and before he knew it he was spilling his load into you, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. Your legs fell from his shoulders as the two of you collapsed into each other in a sweaty heap.

The silence was almost deafening. The only sounds were your breaths as you both tried to remember how to breathe properly. The windows of the car had steamed up which caused you to giggle. Of all places you thought this would happen it definitely wasn’t in the car. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too. “You good?”

“Great,” you assured him. “Might not be able to walk but damn, Maximoff. I forgot how good you were.”

He scratched the top of his head, feeling every single bit of remorse for letting things get this bad. “Sorry about that, babe. That’s on me. I just got caught up in this Westview thing that… I neglected you but swear down I’m gonna keep making it up to you. Never meant for it to come between us.”

“I know,” you cupped his cheek. “Do me a favour, though?”

“Anything.”

“Keep the beard.”

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[pandapetals]

Mr. Darcy

logan howlett x fem!reader - halloween costumes, logan dresses up as Mr. Darcy, pride and prejudice fans rise up, fluff, cute, no use of y/n, no reader description.

It's Halloween and you make Logan dress up as Mr. Darcy.

a/n: It's October which basically means Happy Halloween. Here's a cute little Halloween one. God knows I love brooding men—and Mr.Darcy was the first one I can remember loving so why not combine logan and mr.darcy together.

read on Ao3

“You look—”

“Ridiculous,” Logan grunted before you could even finish. He stood there in the doorway, wearing the Regency-era costume you had begged him to wear for the Halloween party tonight—complete with the cravat, waistcoat, and fitted jacket that made him look every bit the brooding Mr. Darcy. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and resignation like he couldn’t believe he’d actually let you talk him into this.

If you were being honest, he didn’t look ridiculous. Not even close.

You bit back a smile as you took him in, the way the tailored jacket hugged his broad shoulders and how the crisp, white shirt contrasted with the usual ruggedness of his face. Somehow, Logan still managed to look like Logan —even when dressed up as Jane Austen’s most famous romantic hero.

“I was going to say handsome ,” you corrected, stepping closer to him with a teasing grin. “But if you prefer ridiculous…”

Logan huffed, adjusting the cravat at his throat like it was strangling him. “I don’t know how the hell you talked me into this,” he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror, a deep scowl settling over his features. “I look like a damn fool.”

“You look perfect ,” you insisted, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket before placing your hands on his chest. “Like a brooding, 19th-century aristocrat. Which, let’s be honest, isn’t that far off from how you act sometimes.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at you, his gruff exterior barely masking the hint of amusement in his expression. “Very funny.”

You just grinned, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Come on, Darcy. The party won’t be the same without you.”

Logan sighed, shaking his head but letting you lead him out of the room, your hand slipping into his as you made your way to the common area where the rest of the X-Men were already gathering for the Halloween party. The mansion was filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and general chaos that came with any event involving the team.

As you and Logan entered the room, it didn’t take long for people to notice.

Scott was the first to pipe up, nearly spitting out his drink when he saw Logan. “Holy crap, Logan, is that really you? I’ve never seen you look so… normal. ”

Jean chuckled beside him, nudging him with her elbow. “More like out of a BBC period drama. You’re practically unrecognizable.”

Logan’s scowl deepened as he shot Scott a glare. “You got somethin’ to say, Summers?”

“Oh, I think we all do,” Scott quipped, grinning as the rest of the team gathered around, taking in the rare sight of Logan dressed in something other than his usual leather jacket and flannel. “Seriously, who are you and what did you do with Wolverine?”

Even Storm, who was usually the voice of reason, couldn’t hide her amusement as she crossed her arms, giving Logan a once-over. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look… refined.”

Logan grunted, clearly uncomfortable with the attention, but you couldn’t help but find the whole thing endearing. “Alright, alright, laugh it up,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, which only made the fitted jacket strain against his broad frame. “Just remember—I’m still me underneath all this.”

That earned a round of laughs from the group, but you could see Logan trying his best to ignore the teasing. He was doing this for you, after all, and no amount of ribbing from the team was going to change that.

“I think you look amazing ,” you whispered, leaning into his side and giving him a reassuring smile. “You’re the best Mr. Darcy I’ve ever seen.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his gaze when he looked down at you. “Yeah, well, I still don’t get why you’d want me dressed up as some stuck-up Brit,” he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

“Because you are Mr. Darcy,” you replied with a grin. “Gruff, brooding, a little rough around the edges—but with a heart of gold.”

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know about the ‘heart of gold’ part.” You chuckled as he shook his head, clearly done with the entire situation. “You’re all gonna pay for this,” he muttered, his gruff tone tempered with the faintest hint of amusement as he pulled you closer to his side.

The party carried on, with the team eventually moving on to other conversations and teasing each other about their own costumes, but you couldn’t help but notice that Logan seemed quieter than usual. Not uncomfortable, exactly, but maybe a little... out of place.

Later that night, after most of the others had wandered off to different parts of the mansion, you and Logan found a quiet corner away from the noise, the dim lighting casting soft shadows across his face. He leaned against the wall, one hand resting casually in his pocket, the other holding a drink, still looking slightly out of his element in the period costume.

“You know,” you said, sidling up to him with a teasing smile, “for someone who’s not a fan of costumes, you’ve pulled off Mr. Darcy pretty well.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “Yeah? Glad one of us thinks so.”

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers over the lapel of his jacket. “You could’ve fooled me. You look like you stepped right out of Pride and Prejudice. All that’s missing is the declaration of undying love.”

Logan shot you a sideways glance, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, to your surprise, he set his drink down and straightened up, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Undying love, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious about where this was going. “Yep. The whole ‘I admire and love you’ speech. It’s basically iconic.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he was about to make a sarcastic comment. But then, he took a step closer, his gaze locking onto yours with that intense, unreadable expression that always made your heart skip a beat.

“You must allow me,” Logan began, his voice low and gravelly, but there was something softer beneath the gruffness, something just for you, “to tell you how ardently I admire... and love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he said the words, his rough voice making the familiar line sound raw, real, Logan. It wasn’t perfect—it wasn’t polished or smooth like the Mr. Darcy of the novels—but that didn’t matter. It was him.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, a smile tugging at your lips. “Logan, did you just quote Mr. Darcy?”

He grunted, shifting his weight a little awkwardly. “I don’t know if I got it right. It’s what you wanted, though, wasn’t it?”

Your heart swelled, and without thinking, you closed the distance between you, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him, slow and soft, like it was the only way to say everything you felt.

When you finally pulled back, Logan’s eyes had softened, a quiet smile playing on his lips. “I���d do just about anything for you, even if it means wearing this ridiculous get-up.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Well, Mr. Darcy, I think you just made my night.”

Logan chuckled, pulling you into his arms, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. “Good. 'Cause I’m not wearin’ this again.”

[4wkjun]

✴ Kinktober, day eleven: nipple play with Yeonjun

✴ Word count: 0,8K ✴ Content warning: nipple play, nipple piercings, nipple orgasm. ✴ Taglist: starsareseen, lucid-sombra, enha13, karinashairdryer, kim2005bomi, hyunj00, lunathewritingcat, onima-chan ✴ Mimi's note: this one is quite short, however, I feel like no one really talks about the possibility of finishing just by this kind of stimulation so... yeah?

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“Oh, my God, I missed you so much!” Yeonjun mumbled against your hair, holding you the closest he’d ever had.

You giggled, holding his neck tighter as well. Your boyfriend’s been out for three months, touring with his group mates. Unfortunately, you couldn’t leave your classes behind to go with him, so you had to wait for him.

His suitcases were thrown all over the living room floor, and he held you in his arms ‘cause you ran all the way from the bedroom when you heard the electronic doorknob. You missed him from the bottom of your heart.✴✴✴“You know what else I missed?”, Yeonjun asked, entering your shared bedroom, nothing but a towel hanging onto his hips and water drops down his torso. “Our shower head. And our bathroom. And our house. Gosh, staying in hotels is awful.”

You nodded, lying down on your bed. You couldn’t help but smirk and run your eyes across his toned body. He turned around to look for his clothes and you whistled when he dropped the towel to put on his underwear. Yeonjun let out a big laugh.

“Are you a perv or something?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just really missed your tooshie.”

He laughed again, turning around to walk towards the bed. He hung the towel on the doorknob, and you decided to ignore it for a while; he’s been out for so long that you didn’t even feel like scolding him. Yeonjun laid down next to you, the body still a little wet, and you raised your hand to caress his hair.

“I did something thinking of you”, you said quietly, barely whispering. “You would’ve seen it earlier but you decided to skip showering with me.”

“First: I didn’t decide to skip it. I was on the phone with my manager”, he said, whining. “Second: if I would have only seen it in the shower, it means I’ll love it.”

You chuckled, sitting in the bed. His eyes followed you, but his body was still laid in a floppy way. With no words, whatsoever, you raised your baggy t-shirt, revealing not only your underwear but your bare tits. And your new piercings.

“Holy fuck”, he said almost in a groan, raising his body by his elbow. “Can I touch them?”

“Sure. They’re pretty much healed by now.”

With care, Yeonjun’s fingertip brushed against your nipple, which became so much more sensitive after getting pierced. He slowly dragged his fingertip towards the steel bar through your flesh, feeling the cold metal.

“You’re so hot, holy crap”, he mumbled, leaning in closer. You knew what he was about to do, so you leaned your body forward so he could finally attach his lips to your other nipple.

The two of you had sex for the last time the day he left for his tour, so both of your bodies were aching for each other. His lips circled your hard nipple as his hot tongue brushed against it slowly, along with the stimulation he provided with his hand on your right breast. You closed your eyes and grabbed a fistful of his hair, feeling it a lot stronger than you did before piercing them.

“You’re so good at this”, you said between two deep breaths, sounding ridiculously pornographic. Yeonjun could feel his dick hardening.

He left both of your nipples unattended for a second, only to bring you back to your original position: laid down. He placed his body glued to yours before flicking his tongue against your hard nub countless times.

“Jesus, Yeonjun”, you moaned, eyes closed.

“You did this for me, didn’t you?” he asked, his right hand rubbing your left nipple slowly.

Your face was a bright tone of red, your forehead became sweaty pretty quickly, and your panties were sticking. If you knew you’d be this sensitive just from getting piercings, you would’ve done it so much earlier!

“I did”, you nodded, breath uneven. “All for you.”

His mouth got attached to your right nipple again, this time sucking it. You felt such a strong wave down your core that you barely came.

“Oh, my God, don’t stop”, you moaned, hand back to his silky hair. Without noticing it, you grabbed it harder, making him moan and vibrate against your tit. “Don’t stop, please, please, please”, you mumbled between moans.

Yeonjun would never stop you from getting your pleasure, so he kept sucking one of your nipples and stimulating the other one. Within seconds, you came, seeing white.

Yeonjun let go of your breast with a pop, smirking. “Are you serious? You just came?”, he asked quietly, voice deeper than usual.

“Fuck, yes”, you said, breathless.

“Damn, I didn’t know you could do that”, he said almost musically. “Let’s see if you can do that again.”

Before you could stop him, Yeonjun’s body was diagonally over yours – and his lips now attached to your other nipple.

Your night would last forever (and unfortunately, your neighbors’ too).

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Aidlyn oneshot - It's Not Romantic, I Swear.

Requested by ServingDumbassBlonde on AO3 <3

Ashlyn felt like she was about to have her brain explode. She was texting Taylor with big, long, ranting paragraphs (which is nothing like her at all).

-Ashlyn: I don't know what to do, Taylor. He won't get out of my head and I really want to punch a wall, but, like, in a good way?? But also in a panicky way. I've never felt panicky and now I'm angry because I feel panicky and now I'm angry at Aiden because HIS DUMB FACE WON'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

-Taylor: Holy crap.. Ashlyn.. I think you have a crush on Aiden!

Ashlyn fumbled as she read the message, nearly dropping her phone but catching it just on time. A crush? On Aiden, of all people?! No. Absolutely not. That is ridiculous, stupid, and most of all, DUMB.

-Ashlyn: No I do not! Aiden is so annoying and loud and has no sense of personal space. Plus, I've never had a crush. Ever. And I intend for it to stay that way forever.

Taylor couldn't help but giggle at Ashlyn's texts. It's so unlike her. Usually she would just text things like "OK" or "👍" or "Don't be idiots" or "Have you done the homework?". Nothing like this. Taylor likes this side of Ashlyn. Vulnerable and more like a human who has immovable patience and levelheadedness.

-Taylor: Ashlyn, I think you should just think about it for a bit. Has Aiden ever done or said anything to you that made you see him in a different light?

Ashlyn sadly had several moments she could think of. Aiden saving her from a phantom and holding her close, Aiden checking if she was OK in the hospital and brushing her hand with his, Aiden nudging her foot in the living room before going to bed when she was busy being stressed, Aiden just... being there.

But Ashlyn couldn't say that. Hell. No.

-Ashlyn: I'm going to bed.

She shut off her phone and slammed it on her nightstand, hiding her face in the pillows. She still had a couple of hours until she and the others will be in the phantom dimension. And she knew she won't be able to sleep until then.

Taylor couldn't help but giggle at the final message. She's such a cat Taylor thought.

"Hey, Tay," Tyler says, stepping into their shared bedroom. He had a new pair of black studs in his ears after re-piercing them with Aiden (who had literally begged him nonstop for entire week to pierce his ears for him).

"Ohhh, nice new earrings!" Taylor said, doing a silly wolf whistle, getting an eye roll out of him.

"Thanks. Anyways, can I borrow your phone?"

"Sure. But what for?"

"Mine is dead and I need to text Aiden proper piercing maintenance before he gets an ear infection in the first night."

Taylor chuckled as she handed him her phone. "Is that even possible?"

"With him? Probably."

Tyler opens up his sister's phone and is met with a text conversation between her and Ashlyn. Usually, Tyler wouldn't care. Why would he? Ashlyn is just blunt and annoying. But this was something he couldn't help but get curious about. Ashlyn was sending huge, long paragraphs of some sort of rant. Very unlike her. This he had to see. So what if that made him a snoop?

He read through the messages quickly and felt his jaw drop. Taylor looked over and noticed her brother's expression. "What's with that look?"

"Ashlyn likes Aiden?!"

Taylor screams and snatches her phone away. "Don't read my conversations!"

"Holy shit, is she brain dead?!"

"Don't be so mean! I think that they're adorable!"

"Of course you do!"

"Ugh! Just get out!"

"But I sleep in here!"

"I don't care! Tonight I get both bunks! Now, shoo!"

Tyler rolled his eyes, still dumbfounded as he stepped out of the room. Seriously, Ashlyn likes Aiden? What awful taste, really.

He settles onto the couch and Taylor gets on the bottom bunk. Simultaneously, all 6 of them fell asleep together.

The 6 of them met where they left off last night. They were in their camp. A phantom had somehow managed to get through and now they were trying to find where it could have come from.

"I think it's west," Ashlyn says as they catch up with each other.

"I agree with Ashlyn!" Aiden says, looking over at her with a smile that said 'I only say this because Ashlyn said it'. He often had this look when she speaks.

Ashlyn averts her eyes and hunches over slightly, hating, hating, hating whatever this was. Ugh! He trusts her so much and so fully, it made her sickeningly happy. It didn't help that he had new piercings that she thought he looks weirdly good in and UGH STOP IT, BRAIN.

Tyler felt like gagging at the two lovebirds. "It can't be west. All the lights are working there. It has to be south. The lights are dimming there."

Ashlyn narrows her eyes at him and takes a step forward. "It couldn't be south, either. The walls are way too solid over there for anything like that. And dim lights or not, it still deters the phantoms. West is also closer to the trees, where the phantoms could have more shade."

Tyler glares at her. "No way it's west. It would make no sense for it to be there. Logan is patrolling there all the time."

"He could've missed something."

"No way. He has way too sharp of an eye for that."

Logan felt like interjecting here. "I could have totally missed something, Tyler."

"No, it just makes no logical sense. It has to be the south."

The two began to yell at one another, and Tyler resulted to yelling out of pure frustration, "You have no right to think you're smart about anything, you literally have a crush on Aiden!"

The entire group went quiet and Tyler immediately regretted his words. He had gone too far. He has a bad habit of not thinking before he speaks.

Everyone stared at Ashlyn and Aiden had to suck in a breath to try and slow his heartbeat as best as possible.

"I.. I do... I don't.." But Ashlyn was an awful liar. Her red face wasn't helping, either. "I don't!" she yells again, looking at the rest of the group.

Taylor looked absolutely guilt ridden and Tyler looked like he wanted to jump off a cliff because he felt so awkward and angry with himself.

Ashlyn then looks at Aiden, who is just staring. And that just makes this all the worse!

"I... UGH!" She storms away from the rest, flipping the bird at Tyler, which is probably the most irrationally angry anyone had ever seen her.

Aiden was about to go after her, but Taylor puts a hand on his shoulder. "Give her some space."

But Aiden felt like her had to talk to her. If this was true, if this was real, then... then everything would be.. it could be... he had to see if this was true. He had to. But he knew Taylor was right.

So, for the rest of the night, the group inspected both walls, and came to the finding that Ashlyn was in fact correct about her suspicions of the west wall, which made Tyler feel even worse.

The next day, at school, Ashlyn didn't show up.

"Should I text her?" Aiden asked. He really, really wanted to talk to her. To see her face. Hear her voice. Her her say it herself. The words that he so desperately wants to hear are true.

But Taylor just shook her head. "Just leave her be. My stupid brother seriously hurt her pride."

"But what's so pride-hurting about liking me?" Aiden asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but deep inside he was hurting that the mere idea of her liking him could be some shameful, humiliating thing.

"Probably because you're annoying," Tyler said bluntly.

"Ty!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'll shut up.."

Taylor let's out a sigh and turns back to Aiden. "It's just that.. you know how she likes to be in complete control of how she feels and stuff. She doesn't like not being in control. So being alone will give her a sense of control over her life. So let's give her that."

Aiden slumped in his chair, Ben giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

That night when they all fell asleep, Ashlyn busied herself with work, avoiding everyone else, especially Aiden. This was really starting to annoy him. He tried to follow her around as she was reloading riffles, fixing lights, and whatever else she could do. But he just couldn't keep up with her.

At school, she showed up, but sat at a different desk.

Seriously!? Let me talk to you! Aiden thought, absolutely miserable. He hated this! He hated it so much. He wanted to hear her say it. To hear if it was true. Please, please let it be true. The more time goes on, the more painful it gets.

Ashlyn didn't even show up at lunchtime.

"You're a complete idiot," Taylor said, looking over at her brother.

"I'm sorry, ok! I've sent hundreds of messages to Ash apologizing and she hasn't responded once!"

"I can't blame her!"

Aiden stands up, hating to hear the fighting any longer.

"Tyler," he says. "You are stupid. Really stupid. But you may have helped me out."

"Huh-?" But before Tyler could say anything, Aiden was sprinting out of the cafeteria in search of Ashlyn. Ben tried to reach out and grab him to stop him, but just missed.

Aiden zoomed through the halls, looking in every possible place she could be, narrowly avoiding teachers who would scold him and waist his time.

He ran up the stairs, looking in all the empty classrooms, clubs rooms, anywhere. He ran past the dance studio, where he heard music.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at the door. He very slowly approached it before peaking in. There he saw a figure.

She was moving fast, her body angry and thrashing while still keeping its elegant form, landing each jump and pirouette with rageful grace. Her hair was like a blazing fire, spinning around her form like the flames wanted to eat her alive.

Ashlyn.

Aiden opened the door, the creaking of it immediately made her stop and she whipped her head around to face him. Immediately, she looked like a cornered wild animal, ready to pounce to escape.

"Ashlyn. Can we please talk?"

She doesn't say anything as she looks around for any sort of escape.

"Please. I think I have the right to know what's going on?"

"Shut up," she spits out. This is the first time he's heard her speak in days. It was like music to his ears.

"Please, cmon. Yknow I never get this serious."

She clenched her fists, shaking angrily as she turns away. "What do you want?"

"I just.. wanna make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine!" she yells. "Happy?"

He laughs and tilts his head to observe her. "You don't look it."

"I.. ugh! I.. am fine. I'm fine! I'm in complete control and I'm not on the verge of punching someone in the face or on the verge of crying or anything like that! I AM FINE!"

He takes a step forward, trying to remain slow. He pulls his hoodie over his head and tightly pulls the string, the hoodie overtaking his face.

"I don't see anything," he says.

Such a goofy, Aiden way to show that he cares. Damnit..

She sucks in a breath and lets out a scream of frustration. She might be crying. That was weird. She never does. Why now?

"Damnit, damnit! I've never felt like this and I don't know how to handle it. All my nerves are in fight or flight. Everything is exciting but scary and I hate it!" she yells, kicking the wall.

He nods along to her words, keeping his eyes blinded with his hoodie as not to embarass her.

"And for some reason.. Some reason.. I like you. I think. Ugh! You won't get out of my head. I want you to comfort me and I want to squeeze you so tight that you suffocate. And in a good way!"

Aiden goes completely quiet now. She said it. She actually said it. And so matter-of-factly. Wow.. But he had to keep his cool, for her sake.

Aiden stays silent as she takes in deep, slow breaths before saying, "Can I look now?"

She pauses before answering with, "No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because-!" she stops herself. Because she's so embarrassed and if she were to see his stupid, stupid face right now, she might just crumble. She might just melt. She might just completely fall in love.

He takes a step forward, a small one since he can't see where he's going. "Ash." His voice is muffled through the fabric.

"Stop it.." she says, covering her ears in defiance.

"I like you," he says.

"Shut up."

"Haha!"

She grabs his hoodie and pulls it down. He sees her face. Her eyes are down and her face is redder than her hair. She looks almost ashamed.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she says, frowning deeply.

"I don't either!" he says with a wide smile.

He takes her hand, and she lets him. She doesn't know why.

"I like you," he says again.

"I heard you the first time."

"Can you say it again, then?"

"No."

He laughs, his shoulders shaking from his own nervousness, but also his joy. "That's ok. Take your time."

[hailsatanacab]

@the-witchhunter - this is incredibly disturbing, i love it. fair warning, i took it more in the direction of that oglaf comic (nsfw) where Vlad fully doesn't realise that this is a love shrine, this is a completely normal thing that you do for your arch enemy!

———

“Daniel! I can explain!”

“Oh… my… God...”

“Daniel, really, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Danny breathes, shocked and honestly kind of fighting down the urge to vomit. The thermos slips from his fingers and clatters to the ground, the sound echoing far too loudly in the enclosed space. “Because it looks like you have a shrine dedicated to my dad in your closet.”

“No, that’s not—it’s more complicated than that, Daniel. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think I want to understand.”

“Your father is a ridiculous man, Daniel. I hate his stupid face so much. Look at him!”

Vlad turns back to the actual shrine, with actual candles and actual flowers and actual photos of his dad with… Holy crap, did Vlad cut out Mom in each of the photos? What the fuck? 

Wait… Look, Danny tries not to look too closely at the weird things Vlad has hidden around his mansion dedicated to his mom, but he’s fairly sure that the pictures of her he’s cut out (in heart shapes—yeah, Danny’s definitely going to barf) are the ones Vlad’s put in his other weirdo closet shrine that Danny also wishes he’d never seen.

“Why don’t you just have one shrine? Why have—no, you know what, I don’t want to know. I think I’m just gonna leave.”

Yeah, that sounds like the best option. Danny takes a cautious step back, very ready to get back home, bleach his eyeballs and maybe never look at his mom and dad ever again. Or, at least, not until he has successfully blocked this from his mind forever.

He only gets one foot out the door when Vlad lashes out and grabs him. The day just keeps getting better and better, really, doesn’t it? Even as he twists and turns, he can’t get out of Vlad’s ironclad grip and he’s pulled even farther into the closet. 

Panic rises in his throat as Vlad shuts the door—what the fuck is happening? He doesn’t want to be dragged into Vlad’s creepy shrine to his dad, what the fuck? What the fuck!

“I loathe your father, Daniel, I hate him with the very core of my being. Look at him!” 

There’s no goddamn way in hell Danny is looking at any of the pictures, no thank you. He squeezes his eyes shut and wishes he were somewhere, anywhere else, when Vlad jerks his arm forward so he comes nose-to-nose with the largest framed portrait of his dad in the very centre of the table, smiling with his doctorate and a very unfortunate 80s mullet. Dear God, no.

“I hate his smug face! I hate his stupid fashion sense, you have no idea how much I detest that orange jumpsuit of his, how much I want to claw it off him and tear it to shreds! If I have to listen to him say another boneheaded, idiotic, ridiculous thing, I will—I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth! You don't know how long I spend here looking at him, imaging all the ways I'll have him grovelling at my feet. One day, Daniel, I'll have him one day...”

———

The sun was going down when Danny finally managed to escape and find solace in Sam and Tucker. He's not going home. Not yet.

“Danny, are you okay? We were so worried, we couldn’t get hold of you for hours! Where were you?”

“Sam, Tuck… Vlad, he…”

“Holy shit, Danny, you’re shaking, are you alright? What happened, what did he do?”

“I think… I think he wants to fuck my dad.”

[therovingstar]

Genuinely baffled by all the details that Bardam’s Mettle contains that add to the steppe’s story without fully explaining a thing (except how utterly ridiculous and death-defying a challenge it is, in the best way). The universal reverence for the place, so shown by the countless myriad flags strewn everywhere, proving the trials and area overall to be some of the few that transcend tribe and creed.

The dialogue (coming from where, I have no clue) speaking of those of the dusk and of the dawn, hinting that maybe these trials were taken by both Xaela and Raen, and referencing the truce that Nhaama and Azim had found by way of their own soldiers choosing love over war, thus redefining ‘warrior’ to mean one who is a child of both deities rather than only one.

The first boss leading you down into this deep trench, where instead of dark emptiness you find the remnants of civilization and technology? Stone alcoves holding what look like wind turbines, shoddy wooden steps built into the trench walls.

The second trial speaking, “Be not afraid of falling stars,” and climaxing with a meteor falling as you hide behind other ‘star shards’. Pretty sure Bardam was a Warrior of Light, for the record.

Falling even deeper into that trench, and finding more remnants of civilization. Buildings that look like straight up domiciles built right into the stone, complete with steps and porches and roofs (and traps).

I’m assuming they’re shrines (if not, holy crap does that raise even more questions as to the history of this place). How did they get down here? Note that you have fall far to get to this point (including tumbling off an entire waterfall). If they are shrines, that speaks to a boatload of dedication to this tradition, that folks would come down here (I’m guessing on yol-back) to build and maintain this place. Just the yol’s inner sanctum speaks to a wild amount of love and care:

Flags and banners built up around the platform, strung across the walls, torches built into hollowed sections of what’s more or less a mountain crater by this point. And the platform itself, clearly constructed by way of manipulation of the stone, painstakingly chipped at for who-knows-how-long until it ‘rose’ out of the ground. And the glowing depiction of Bardam speaks for itself.

[myfairkatiecat]

Ok look the same person conpiracies have been ridiculous but

does anyone even know how you and Lara know each other? No. You just both kinda exist. You like the same fandoms. You say the same “secure the perimeter” stuff every week for that one fandom. You both are into musical theater. You both like STAR WARS and have theoretically both been ACTIVE MEMBERS OF THE STAR WARS FANDOM, which is not usually an overlap with KOTLC and a rather strange coincidence if you ask me… you also both always have the same opinions. Especially in abscourse, but also about everything else.

I don’t think it makes sense that you’d be the same person as an account that hasn’t even existed for as long as yours. Like ehhhhh. Also only you and Lara seem to have the exact same rhetoric.

I agree that making a second fake account is something you would do for sillies but I don’t think you’d randomly do it during the kotlc fandom way before any mystery blog conspiracies were happening. It would be so random. Doesn’t add up. BUT you and Lara have both been on tumblr for faaaaaaar longer than you’ve been active in the KOTLC fandom.

so I think you created a second blog during shenanigans in some other fandoms—I saw somewhere (I think Lara said it?) that you’ve been in past fandoms with mystery blog shenanigans, which would be the sort of time where you’d make a fake second fan blog to mess with people, so I think you made the figure-skating-avocado account for sillies and giggles in that fandom or perhaps another fandom where you were chaos-stirring and now you just keep it up cause why not. It would also explain why Lara, while not being apathetic about tam cam’s identity, has never pushed for it. It’s because she’s YOU and she already knows.

anyway I think most of these theories are pretty far fetched but when you guys started talking about those other chaotic fandoms back and forth I looked at your guys’ blogs and was like holy crap they’re actually legitimately the same person

@figure-skating-avocado they’re onto us

^live gracie reaction

Okay but genuinely this is the best thought out same-person theory I’ve seen so far. Maybe we ARE the same person 👀 the evidence stacks up

(Also yes that’s Gracie doing the tam cam expression. It’s too perfect not to post)

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#20)

“......”

I’m not sure how long he stands there with the rest of us closing in. His gaze flits from person to person, like he’s searching for his master’s approval—or just afraid we’re gonna mob him. As if that’s ever been an option.

“Um, well, if it’s that belated, I might have to check to see if it’s really necessary.”

“The rules don’t have a timeframe, you know...! M-maybe I can open the investigation in a couple of months?”

“MONTHS?! How many MORE of us will be DEAD by then?!”

“Um, none, ‘cuz we’re totally not staying that long.”

She takes one big stomp towards Monochap.

“Just call the stupid body discovery already!”

“U-uwah! But...”

We’ve got him right here. Right at the edge. And with his master right in front of everyone else, there’s not much they can instruct him to do. If this comes down to his interpretation of the rules, he can judge it just about any way he wants. Even if that means pushing the mastermind investigation far past the point any of us would still be standing.

But if it’s up to his own judgment, I know exactly how to handle this. He’s our chaperone��his whole purpose is to make sure we’re playing the game that we’re supposed to be playing.

But, intentional or not, there’s more to him than that single purpose. And that’s what I can easily target.

I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this... But if it can tip the scales, I’ll do whatever I have to.

Several of the others are still clamoring over each other, so I slap my hands together in a sharp clap that startles at least some of them out of it. Enough for me to be heard.

“Monochap.”

“Um, yes?”

“Call the body discovery and start the investigation now. If you do that...”

“I’ll call you my waifu!”

“Gaspu!”

“....”

“....”

Yeah, okay. My trump card is ridiculous. But what here hasn’t been?

“R... Really?”

“Really.”

“Nothing more waifu-worthy than helping your—”

What the heck is the other half of that relationship called? Husbando? Also waifu in my case? 

Master?? O... Otaku???

“—someone who needs what only you can provide.”

“..........”

“Like, yeah, okay.”

“Bring the dude responsible for this crap to justice ‘r whatever, and you can totally be my waifu, too.”

“!!”

“Like, sad little binch waifu, but. Waifu.”

Well, it sounded helpful at first.

“I can also accept these terms, I believe.”

“If I’m, er, understanding the situation correctly...”

“It doesn’t obligate you to marry him if that’s what you mean.” I hope?? “More of a title than anything, I guess?”

“Titles I can handle.”

“I hope you lot don’t expect me to endorse your absurd little christening.”

“As though the holy one herself would designate such honor upon an abomination.”

Yeah, I wouldn’t have expected different.

“I don’t see why it would be necessary for everyone to accede. The fact of the matter is, Mister Monochaperone has no hope of any of us ever referring to him as our waifu if he doesn’t cooperate.” 

Aidan pauses, like he needs a moment to come to terms with the combination of words that just left his mouth. 

“But there’s a chance if I do...?”

“You have my word.”

“Mine as well.”

“Like, both of their words’re way fancier than mine, but same.”

Monochap looks hopefully to the only one who hasn’t spoken up on the matter.

“I...”

“...do NOT agree to call this WHACKADOODLE anything of the SORT!”

“...”

“But I won’t stop the REST of you morons, I GUESS.”

“I’m EVERY BIT as TIRED of this as YOU are.”

“Mmn...”

He’d probably be chewing on his lip if he had lips. Or teeth.

“Well?”

“W-well...”

“I... I’ll do it!”

“Seriously?”

“Heck yeah!”

“You will?”

I really shouldn’t be the most surprised when it was my idea.

“Mmm-hmm!”

“I-I guess I have a lot to get ready...”

“Please excuse me!”

He does about half a curtsy before speeding down the hallway. Upon hitting a dead end, he panics before turning around and speeding the other way until I can’t hear him anymore. I’m not convinced he didn’t just stop in the middle of the hallway once he was out of sight. Guess it’s not too important either way.

The awed silence in his wake doesn’t last long.

“Well. I rather think it’s high time that abomination called off its little game.”

Kanagi cuts off before she can loose a very visible whoop.

“Uhh, called off? But, like, he’s totally doing more of the game-y stuff?”

“But the trial is to locate... the young master.”

“.....”

“So the GAME should be OVER once they get SNIFFED OUT here! Do I have to spell it OUT more than THAT?”

“I think we get the picture, thank you.”

“I may ask for a more exact timetable for this investigation. Mobilizing the current investigators efficiently over so many floors will be, uh...”

“A little tricky.”

“I’ve never wanted to ask, because I feel like he’d give us less time than we’d have otherwise.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t be surprised either way.”

“Do we, like, even gotta get all the floors?”

“We’re totally just looking in the lab room or whatevs, right?”

Mahavir frowns and retrieves his student ID.

“My, you’d have difficulty organizing this lot to examine a single room?”

“Unsurprising, but still pathetic.”

“Wrangling this crowd is a feat no matter how many rooms are involved.”

“It ought to be more than Lab Room A regardless.”

“WHAT? How about you SPEAK UP! Unless you DON’T want anyone to hear you, then SHUT up!”

Mahavir glances between Ichiriki and Tsunyasha, who at least isn’t facing him. I casually step between those two.

“How so?”

His eyes go to his electroID screen.

“10. All rooms with relevant evidence will be accessible during murder investigations.”

“Thus...”

“...If it has to do with the killer’s identity, we should have access! Right?”

I look to the other smart person in the room.

“It’s a valid reading, certainly.”

I start to ask if there’s a less favorable valid reading, but on second thought, why give the young master any ideas they may not already have?

“Good. Let’s see what we can do.”

Is it wrong to be optimistic? Or maybe it’s been so long since I’ve felt that way that I’m completely misidentifying the feeling.

But this is really the end. Us versus the young master. Whoever outsmarts the other wins, and the game is over. And no one else even had to die.

Of course, if we get it wrong...

“..........”

But we won’t. Even if one person here is against us, there’s no way five Apex Academy students can’t win out.

Let’s finish this.

[BACK] [NEXT]

[leffee]

Top five favorite Vinnie moments from the show go!

Oh boy, okay!

His absolutely mad destroying rage when he found out Sunil is not coming in for the day. I don't remember if I first watched that episode when Sunil was still my favourite or when Vinnie was already that, but either way I loved it. Love me a crazy bitch like that. Me when a small, happy-go-lucky normally treated as harmless guy is angry and everyone else is suddenly scared shitless. Who else goes absolutely berserk cause they can't see their bestie for a while? Only Vinnie, the crazy bitch, love him.

Basically everything he did in "Bake It 'til You Make It" to help said bestie. Like he did so much just to help Sunil and also to commit an elaborate lie but shhhh, it's all for Sunil's sake so that's fine.

Whatever the hell he did at the beggining of "Two Pets for Two Pests", I just love everything about it. Him and Penny Ling both really, but I love how fucking cuddly he was with Penny and all like "Idc where I am as long as I'm with my friends" ^^ just <3333 boy can you love them any more. But then! Oh then, as soon as he found out he was the one chosen (again, along with Penny) he pulled out ol' switcheroo and was like "Aha, fuck you you, bitches I was chosen, I'm better than you!". He's such an asshole, I love him, love the immediate change.

His absolute disdain for Esteban in his episode, I love how lowkey passive-agressive he was cause you never again see him do it with anyone else really and that's a damn shame, I love this kind of Vinnie the most, cause the enitre time he's just "Bitch you so stupid."

Him leading the pets when it comes to that Chinese dragon dance. It was such a small part of this episode yet it was undeniably there, I love how he took charge and was all in all "Don't worry, I've got this. I might not normally take charge, but dancing is the one thing I know how to do so I'll do my best."

Those five favourite moments are really just the moments that came to my mind first that I liked with him, I'm sure if I were replying to it some other day I would choose different moments and/or change their order, but today this is it :3.

Honorary mention to literally every other Vinnie moment, but especially to *takes a deep breath*: when he tried to cheer Penny up and gave her a tissue, he (and Russell and Sunil) being stupid while the girls were in Blythe's room, him being sad when the judges didn't like his dance and then being sad about abandoning Blythe, being an absolute tsundere about Sharukh first being like "meh" but then absolutely fanboying, him being the first one to shake off the sugar rush and be like "Guys wtf we doing", being grumpy about being taken by Alice and being trapped in that aquarium (without water, phew!), being tsudnere when Sunil was scared and hugged him but then immediately jumping on his head when he got scared, basically whenever autotmy happens and he lost his tail with the first one being the best, Penny holding him when they found out Blythe was going to F.U.N., his whole dynamic with Zoe in The Big, Feathered Parade, when he tried to stand up to Wiggles cause they both reptiles, him and Sunil being absolutely unhelpful at first in Blythe's Big Idea and takinf that "bath" together, him not letting others watch Zoe's dog show in France cause holy crap insect channel, whenever his coldbloodness is mentioned, "and don't call me Vincent" and whenever Vincent is mentioned, him being done with Sunil's crush on Delilah he was just so 🙄 about it, Sunil calling him "undersized buddy", basically everything he and Sunil were doing in War of the Weirds especially them dising Uptown City that was so funny I swear (alright it was mostly Sunil but Vinnie was on it too), him laughing at Penny in gorilla costume and right after she was like "Won't I look ridiculous?" he did say she does indeed look ridiculous (sorry but that was so fuuny), his chase with Cashmere and Velvet (why did he shake his ass at them smh), like half of The Very Littlest Pet Shop's plot being revealed to be his imagination and pls he and Sunil were so cute in his imagination hmmmmmmmmm, him writing on his own a forumla of nuclear fission (the smart Vinnie episode we never got :(), his goofy ahh explanation for why Blythe can understan pets and being all :) about it while everyone else is just ???, "Dad!" "Roger!" "Sunil!" "Llama?", him being happy when Blythe called him smart (my poor compliments starved baby :( ), him sitting on top of Sunil's head basically the entire lenght of In the Loop episode and also any other moment when he chils on top of someone's head, making that disgusting dish with flies and being happy when no one else wants it cause that means he can eat it all, Jerry calling him a komodo dragon (another case of being misspecied smh), being obsessed with Royal Henry's, being really really (really) sad when Zoe wanted to leave the pet shop to be with doctor handsomeface, eating gecko nom nom treats cause why this name so cute ugh, being the goodest boy in the world and forgiving Pepper for breaking his lucky rock as well as him being all sad that episode, being so fucking sad about Penny this time leaving the pet shop (except she wasn't really but you know), being happy about being worth 10 000 dolars, giving his favourite pillow to Sunil when he was being all grouchy (he never got that pillow back), being absolutely done with that one male moose's dancing and just being a jerk the entire episode "He's been like this whole day" >:(, catboy Vinnie in season 4 finale and many many more.

[missamyrisa2]

What’s it like to be tickled? I have never been tickled

(Looking for a Ler friend)

For me it's the ultimate form of attention and a bliss unattainable anywhere else, which never dulls. For various reasons I have a deficit of physical touch and attention that really can never be filled, but the closest I get is when someone's tickling me. It's a rushing waterfall through my head of holy crap someone wants to touch me coupled with an equally melt-inducing realization someone wants to do things to me. And it's like in that moment everything I worry about and all the holes in my puzzle box that I can't fill suddenly vanish I'm forced to let everything go as if the floor just dropped out. My eyes explode with sparkles and I become so self conscious of the ridiculous sounds and physical reactions I'm making but I never want it to end even as I fall apart and lose myself to babbling nonsense (if the tickling goes that long). And it's like the rush of tumbling off a rollercoaster feeling like you've just been pummeled by thrills and yet want nothing more than to get right back on even if your body and mind are screaming that they can't take any more.

It's a feedback loop, hating how much I love it just as I love how much I hate it.

That's me, anyway ~<3

[candywife333]

Seven Buckets of Love

Here is the SIXTH part of the JK-Seven Drabble series. These drabbles can be read out of order as stand alones but make more sense when read in order.

This is part of an entire Drabble series based on his recent music release.

Disclaimer: As usual, everything in  the fic is fictional, and the behavior displayed by the character in the fic is obviously not representative of the real Jungkook.

Jungkook had been taking care of me for the past few days. He would go to his classes and then proceed to escort me nearly everywhere. It was as though he was basically living with me. 

He treated me like a princess and wouldn’t even let me cook or clean around my dorm room, which shocked me to no end. He would always squeak in a ridiculously cheerful tone, “You need to rest and heal your downstairs baby. Healing and homework are your only priorities. Let me take care of the rest.” 

I thought he would be moody or quieter based on what I had seen of his personality in college. But he was the exact opposite. Always cheerful. Smiling for no reason. Ridiculously helpful, even with tiny tasks like washing dishes. He loved doing laundry so much that I always had an excess of clean pairs of shirts and underwear folded on my bed by the time I came back from classes. 

To my embarrassment, he insisted on licking me down every night for close to an hour. Trust me on this , a full hour. 60 minutes. I had timed it.  I don’t know how he never failed to get tired. He just didn’t. If I would indicate to him that it was too much, he would just say, “But it's my passion. You are literally my wife to be. I have to do this for my life partner. Plus, I enjoy it so much you wouldn't even begin to understand my goddess. The taste of you on my lips is so good, I could never part with it.” As I stared at him, mortified, he continued in a lilting playful tone, “ And I need to do this to speed up your recovery, so we can make love again. It has been so hard controlling myself. But I know that I need you to first be healed before I try anything”. 

He never talked about how he made me orgasm so many times, that he made me blackout for a few minutes every time. He insisted the ritual was for healing, but I knew that it was more for himself than for me. He felt he had to convince me to keep him. We were working on that. I kept telling him that he was enough, making him verbalize at least 10 of all the wonderful qualities about himself at the end of the day. 

I could tell that his self esteem and confidence was increasing, because he didn't randomly apologize unnecessarily for every minute thing anymore. We had been dating for just close to two weeks and he had already became a constant in my life. 

One day both of us had gotten back late from classes and work and I couldn't find any clean pajamas in my basket. So I decided to just wear a long oversized t shirt with a pair of clean underwear. I wasn’t thinking much of anything as I sat down on my bed ready to doze off after cleaning up. Thank god we had eaten out before coming back to the dorm. 

As I fluffed the pillows, getting ready to settle in, he came out of the bathroom. HOLY CRAP! OH MY GOD! It’s as though my ovaries discombobulated and my brain turned to oatmeal. He had been hiding his divine self for this long? How had he not been pounced on yet by every girl in college?

He came out of these shower with water tracking down his abs, dripping wet black hair pushed up and plastered against his forehead, and just one white towel framing his sharp hip bones. I shouldn’t be feeling all this right now. We had agreed to wait for a while to initiate anything truly sexual again.

I grunted in fake disdain and told him, “Please put on a shirt”. He looked at me wide eyed as he noticed my fidgeting legs rubbing against themselves. My core was throbbing and I did not know what to do about it. He was so hot, and I had to find some way to relieve this agony without him finding out. I quickly sketched a plan to sleep on the pull out sofa while he took the bed. We needed distance tonight, otherwise a calamity might happen.

I bit out, “Hey Jungkook I will be sleeping in the main hall on the sofa tonight. I need some more ventilation. You can take this bed, okay?” I got off the bed and started walking towards the main hall when I felt the tell tale sign of two iron ropes loop around my waist, lifting me into his arms. His towel had fallen down. Oh, hell NO! I covered my face, “What the hell are you doing Jungkook? Let me down, I’m going to go sleep”. 

He dropped me onto the bed once again and started removing my panties even as I  struggled to lock my legs together. I couldn't even process his movements as he pushed my shirt up all the way to my collarbones and pushed me onto my hands and knees. And then I felt an utterly unexpected slap on my butt. He continued massaging my wet slit as he slapped my ass occasionally, making me bow down in pain. 

“No, Y/N,  you listen here. I know you have recovered. I made sure you have by drinking from you every single day of the week. And now, you are not getting away from me today Princess”. His alternating slaps stung, serving as a contrast to his ardent rubbing of my sopping wet folds. I could feel myself get closer to the edge as he continued rubbing my wet flesh, making my body flush in warmth. 

“Now, you are going to take it like a good girl sweet heart. Relax for me”, he crooned darkly as I felt his member sink into my heat. I had forgotten how thick and long it was. His warm hands gripped my hips as he slammed into my heat placing wet kisses and nipping down my spine. He pumped into me, hitting all the spots inside, making me arch my back in satisfaction. He took my right hand and without me even noticing til a minute later, he had slipped a diamond ring onto my ring finger. 

I moaned and mewled till I noticed the ring. “Jungk-k-k-ook, what is this? What are you trying to do to me?” He replied confidently as he continued to slam into me in a frantic rhythm, “You are the one for me. I am not going to lose the most valuable person in the world. I have to lock you down before any other man does.” He kissed along the nape of my neck, licking my sweat as he continued hammering into me. Before I could even recall, I felt my eyes flash with white as the energy drained out of my body and clear fluid squirted from me onto the sheets below. He filled me completely till streams of his cum were escaping out onto my thighs. 

I mumbled in a tired voice, “You didn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted to be your fiancé?” He responded in an unfamiliarly cocky tone, “You wouldn't have called me the love of your life when I was eating you out two days ago otherwise, would you sweetheart?” I scoffed at him in disgust. “Well maybe I should take back my offer if this is how you are going to act”. I turned away from him on the bed to sleep peacefully.

He drawled in a smooth voice, “No take-backsies my queen. There is no going back from this. Now, let me finish pumping seven more loads of myself into you and then we can call it a night”.

“JUNGKOOK, ARE YOU TRYING TO LITERALLY PUT ME IN A COFFIN AND SEND ME TO MY EARLY GRAVE?! DO YOU WANT TO MARRY A CORPSE OR A HUMAN?!”

[kimetsu-chan]

~Over~

A/N: :)

Tagging: @ta-ni-ya

TWs ⚠️: blood, character death, kinda gore-y??? Proceed with caution (lookin at you, hun. You know who you are.)

It’s been hours.

Hours of fighting, hours of loosing.

Who knew fighting an uppermoon would be this difficult.

Geez, Zeno knew they were strong, but holy crap this was most difficult thing he has ever done in his life. He didn’t even know what rank she was. He could be fighting the weakest uppermoon right now.

Oh how he felt ridiculously weak.

He was already badly injured and he had only been fighting her for maybe twenty minutes.

He had encountered this particular uppermoon a few days ago when on a mission. And he had to fight her in his mind for over a day.

And during that time, she had used his body against his will to do this he would never forgive himself for.

He had finally broken out of her grasp and had begun to fight her.

But of course he was failing. He always failed.

It hurt.

It hurt really bad.

He didn’t know how much he was bleeding. It felt like every breath he took was crushing his lungs. He cursed his low stamina under his breath before rushing forward again with a breathing technique.

The demon smirked at him as she easily evaded his attack. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and glared at her.

“Hmm. Not bad. But you’re awfully slow.”

An awful noise rang through the air, like a sword being shattered, and an unbearable pain shot through Zeno’s neck.

He chocked on air as his sword dropped from his grasp. His hands instantly flung to his neck and he cringed at the wet feeling of blood. His nostrils were filled with the metallic-y scent and he wanted to puke from both the searing pain and the odor.

He squeezed his eyes shut as breathing became a taxing task. He could barely register the cackling laugh of the demon over the ringing in his ears.

He was dying, he was aware of that. The way his head felt so dizzy, and the way his vision was fading made him so painfully aware.

Breathing soon became a luxury for him as he gasped for even the smallest breath. His vision began to turn black as he dropped to his knees and as his body failed him for the last time…

“AANNNNDDD CUT!”

The loud slap of the director’s hands filled the air and Zeno quickly opened his eyes and stood up. He removed his hands off his neck and made a grossed out face at the sticky fake blood covered them.

“Great job you two, that was a perfect shot.”

The actress playing the uppermoon nodded with a small smile, completely opposite of how her character would act. She turned to him and gave Zeno a thumbs up.

“Good job! You looked pretty cool!”

“Thanks! Ima go clean up then get my makeup taken off, today was a pretty long day of shooting.”

Aneko nodded and walked off as Zeno made his way to his trailer. He took a quick shower after washing the fake blood off his hands before flopping on his bed, happy that he wouldn’t have to do it all over tomorrow.

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA I FEEL SO EVIL

Happy April Fools guys 😜

(Also my deepest apologies to Larz, hun I’m sorry. 😞)

[kiloskywalker]

4x04

HOLY CRAP YALL WHAT AN EPISODE!  SO GOOD ON ALL FRONTS NO NOTES ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL thanks to @chaotictarlos again for screaming crying and throwing up with me. I have a super early call time and three flights tomorrow so my thoughts are going to be kinda brief but holy shit. -Already 5 minutes in and i was getting high heart rate notifications from my Apple Watch -APD comes off so fucking useless in this episode like did they do ANY investigating at all?  Seriously its ridiculous.  They missed the false wall, they missed the ash in the fireplace?  Like who is this detective and where is Detective Washington?  But you know who was one of the best detectives?  FUCKIN’ TK STRAND!!!!!!!  HE’s come a long way from misidentifying statues as people!  NO ONE is gonna stop him from finding his man. -Carlos you smart SOB, making that connection with Trudy.  Also him talking about Gwyn and her love for TK being flowed through him...fucking wrecked me.  I miss my mom and I hope I find someone like that.  Carlos balancing his need to scream for TK standing right there but also trying to protect him from the crazy lady with a knife, can you imagine. -Ugh both Ronen and Rafael were SO GOOD in this episode.  Probably the most intense we’ve seen from either of them, especially with Detective!TK.  Sidenote, Ronen’s instagram stories were so funny.

-Okay also, some of these one liners were so good.  Even if they were in stressful situations.  The serial killer adjacent old lady being more of a LGBT ally than my own father lol: “I love the gays!”  Also new favorite Owen line: “I’m a fireman.  Our codes are like: Fire!” -I swear to god the last five minutes of this episode aged me like 20 years.  SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO HELPING CARLOS!  THEN TK AND GABRIEL WERE SO CLOSE TO HIM!  UGH!!!  Who else had TK having to do CPR on Carlos.  I can’t wait for the residual trauma for the two of them!  I know there’s limited time for that but that’s why we have fic writers. -ALSO, the B plot was crazy: I’m getting real pissed off with the FBI.  They clearly have no idea how to run this investigation, they are treating their asset (Owen) with more contempt than the people they are trying to catch.  Clearly Owen is scared/uncomfortable with their plan and they are doing nothing to assuage that.  Like my god. -I also can see how they are going to set up an inevitable conflict between TK and Owen which I know Ronen has teased in previous interviews, why the two of them have kind of drifted a bit.  I’m excited for that conversation to come, I can’t imagine how TK is feeling at this moment.

ALSO: “Are you kidding, you died!”, “Yeah, look who’s talking” I MEAN,  exCUSE ME.....Fiancés that have-their-heart-stop-and-literally-die together, stay together. AND REMEMBER: ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE WEDDING All in all, an absolutely fantastic episode.  I can’t wait to read some fics about it.  I have a really early call time tomorrow (0500) and three flights (Orlando-Houston-Chicago-DC) so idk how available I’ll be, but I’d love to talk more about it with yall!

[faegoddessog]

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 4/8

Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  fingering, masturbation, cum eating,

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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Chapter 4: Ruin your Dinner

Your eyes flutter open, you have no idea how much time has passed on the surprisingly comfortable rug, of course it could just be Austin’s arms. Which, you realize, are still around you. You hear his deep breathing. You take a deep breath and just snuggle down into him. No need to break this spell.

You lay there, reliving every moment of your sex-a-thon with Austin, burning it into your brain. Getting impossibly turned on again. You breathe in his scent, one that few people probably could boast getting to smell. A mix of his skin, that woody lavender scent, and the tang of his cum. Jesus, this man makes you so fucking sexual, it’s ridiculous. You try to suppress a giggle. 

He inhales deep, stretching his body. 

“Hey Princess, you alive?” he hugs you close. 

“Uh huh, and filthy and hungry,” you hug him back. 

“Honey, I can fix those things for you if you give me a minute,” he sits up realizing that he is sticky too, then his stomach growls. “Apparently I am in the same boat. What do you want first, a shower or dinner?” 

“Oh  the shower for sure,” that is a no-brainer. 

“Ok, I don’t have a lot here to eat, at the moment, Would you like to order in before showering? My treat.” he says with a smile. He leans in close to you, ”you can order all the things and we can appease your whorish,” he kisses you,” little,” another kiss, “tastebuds.” His mouth latches onto yours for a deep and passionate kiss. “Pizzana sounds fucking amazing right now,” you comment when he lets you up for air.

“Tell me what you want darling and I’ll have it all here in no time,” he reaches for his phone. 

He pulls up the menu, then realizes it’s easier to just hand you the phone. You order pretty much the whole antipasti menu: Broccolini,  Caprese Di Bufala, Carciofi Arrostiti,  Polpette Al Forno. You decide what the hell and order the entire insalate menu too, (you can never have too much  salad!)  Cavoletto Di Bruxelles Chop salad,  Ceasare  with Wood Fired Chicken added and the Tricolore salad. You calm down on the pizzas only ordering the  Carnivoro,  Cacio E Pepperoni with Cremini Mushrooms, Funghi with Cetara Anchovy and the Spinaci with Prosciutto Di Parma  And of course you must have dessert! All the desserts! You decide 'fuck it!' and order them all, the Cannoli,  Panna Cotta  and Torta Al Cioccolato. 

You hand the phone back, Austin finishes the order. 

“We have about 50 minutes Princess. Let’s get you in the shower sweetheart.”

The way he was talking, you thought he would just show you to one of the guest showers. You are pleasantly surprised when he takes you naked by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom and to his massive shower. You tie up your hair with the emergency hair tie you keep in your purse.  He turns on the water and gets in, inhaling sharply as the still cold water makes his muscles tighten and shiver.  Oh holy crap, he even makes a cold shower pornographic. A walking sex bomb. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him. His eyes open and he giggles when he sees you. 

“I love a good cold plunge, wakes up the body,” he grins as he holds out his hands. “Come in, it’s warm now.” 

You step in and he pulls you to him. 

“Here, let me clean up my mess,” he says.  With soapy hands, he washes away the stickiness of his  cum. You feel a little sad that it’s all getting washed away, making you realize how much you actually like having his cum on you. You drape your arms over his shoulders, pressing your soapy boobs to his chest.

“Next time, I’ll lick it all up. I don’t want to waste another drop of your cum, Austin,” you hear yourself saying.  

“My my, I didn't know you were such a dirty girl, Princess,” he says  looking at you with narrowed, lusty eyes. “Next time? I like the sound of that.”  

Then you are wrapped in his arms, your mouth wrapped in a deep kiss. Your hands are running along his back, shoulders and over his ass. This new character must be big, you think. Clearly he has been working out hard. His biceps and deltoids are bulky, like you like them. He pulls you under the shower head to rinse you off. You look up at him with pure lust, turning up your desire. Fuck he is so hot wet.  Your pussy pulses in its own juices.

“If you keep looking at me like that Princess, my cum will ruin your dinner,” he whispers.

“Oh no, not dinner,” you say in a breathy mock tone, your mouth curling into a slight but naughty smile. 

His eyes widen, then narrow. Clearly he didn’t realize he had said that out loud.  One eyebrow lifts and he pushes you up against the shower wall. His mouth is on your neck just under your ear.

“Spread those legs for me, my dirty girl,” his deep voice makes goosebumps break out down your arms. 

He reaches down and without pretense, slides his fingers into you once, twice. You moan at the sudden intrusion, grateful he had already fucked your pussy so he could slide in easy.  He pulls his fingers out, dripping with you. Rubbing his fingers and thumb together he brings them up to your mouth and slowly inserts them into your mouth, not far, but enough. You suck your own juices, his eyes locked with yours. He trails his fingers out and down the middle of your chest, stomach. He slips them back into you and out again, pulling slick up around your clit, rubbing in a circle. His tongue stoppers the moan you let out. His lips seal to yours, pressing, lifting, pressing again. wet and needy. His tongue is undulating on your lips, filling your mouth then leaving it empty, searching in again. The heavy breath from your nostrils  blows against his cheeks.  Your arms are draped around his neck. 

“Fuck hunny, you are so damn hot.” he says as he pulls away. He is still staring intently at your  eyes. “I want you to cum on my fingers, ok? Tell me what you need.” 

“Around my clit, and inside with curled fingers,” you nod, “and don’t stop, I don’t know how long-”

He interrupts you with a kiss, “I love it when my Princess tells me what she wants.” 

He smiles as he slides in and out of you, thumb making circles on your clit. 

The warmth spreading inside you is definitely not from the shower.  Your eyes close. 

“No, look right here.” he taps your chin.

You open to see his stunning blue eyes, and you are lost. 

“Faster!” you breathe, “Harder!” 

Your mouth falls open as he bites his lip, watching the pleasure melt across your face. 

“OH FUCK!” you whine as your muscles clench down and your hips buck. His other hand holds you tight, pulls you. Your right breast pressed to the middle of his chest.

Pleasure rises in you faster than you expected, good god he is like walking Viagra. You freeze as he curls his fingers into your g spot with each thrust. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, they flutter instead. 

“That’s my good girl, that’s what I want,” his hand slides up to cradle the back of your head and neck, his forehead pressed to yours. His whole body tense in trying to get you off and hold you close.

Fuck, you are riding the razor’s edge. Then his mouth is on yours, tongue desperate to get to yours. Hot, wet, sloppy kisses to go with the hot wet, sloppy sounds his fingers are making in your cunt. Sounds you can hear over the rush of the shower. 

Your body jolts in orgasm, the saccade of your hips and neck making it hard for him to stay with you. His arm locks around you.  You moan long into his mouth. 

“Yeeess, cum my sexy fucking Angel, cum” he refuses to let up as you grab his working wrist and try to make him stop, overwhelmed in sensation. He grabs you tight in his palm and shakes your whole vulva. 

“OH Fuck yeah,” his voice is gravely and sexy as fuck. 

Your legs wilt out from under you as you moan in immense pleasure. He follows you to the floor of the shower, still shaking your pussy, then pumping in and out of you again. 

“Oh fuck, oh Austin, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!” You refuse to use your safe word even though you no longer have any control over the shaking of your body. 

After a minute or two he slows down and pulls out. You are panting as he stands up and leans back against the opposite wall of the shower. His beautiful cock standing hard in front of you. He looks down at you through heavy eyes, his lips lightly pressed together. His chest rising and falling as he breathes with his passion. Using the wetness from your pussy that is on his hand, he strokes his cock. Oh gods, he is exquisite.

Once you catch your breath, you are up on your knees, hands roaming over his legs, hips and his fine fucking ass.

“Let’s ruin your dinner, shall we, my Princess?” he says with a naughty smile

“Yes please,” your soon-to-be debauched mouth salivates. 

 He holds his hand in front of your mouth, you dribble spit into it. 

“Holy fuck hunny, you make me so damn hot,” the /d/ and /t/ sharp and percussive. 

He slathers his cock with your spit. His hand slides up and down his whole long shaft a few times, putting a little show on for you. An Austin Butler exclusive performance very few have seen before. 

As your hands slide on the wet skin of his body, his moans come out in  ‘mmmm’s, his inbreath sucked in through his teeth.   Then he starts to focus on his tip more, the occasional stroke falling down to the base. His deep ‘oh’s and ‘ugh’s start with a closed-throat type grunt and end breathy. His fingers intermittently slip over his tip, which makes him groan louder each time. You slide up his muscular inner thigh and lovingly play with his balls. His hand speeds up. You are mesmerized by his jerking off. His thighs tense and his glutes pushing his cock into his hand periodically.  Austin is cut from the fabric of Greek gods, and you are on your knees in homage, waiting for your personal blessing. He rises on his toes, his other hand reaching for your shoulder to balance, his hips are pushed forward, his whole luscious body tight. 

“Open up Princess, show me those slutty fuckin’ tastebuds,” his teeth gnashing.

You open your mouth, tongue out looking up at him in supplication. 

“Yes, yes, yeeees… ohhh fuuuuuuuck,” moaning and grunting, he spurts hot onto your tongue and chin. It’s not a whole lot, after all he already came twice, but gods above and below his cum tastes so fucking good. You move to catch the last bit that drips from him on your tongue, slurping up every drop. He reaches for your chin, swiping up a dollop of his cum and offering it to you. You greedily suck it off his fingers. 

Austin puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to stand and envelops your mouth with his, his tongue dipping in for a taste of himself. 

“Oh my lord Princess, that was so fucking hot!” His arms pull you close.

As you are drying off, Austin’s phone starts going mad. He glances at it then tosses on gym shorts and a t-shirt. 

“OOo food! Go ahead and find a t-shirt or something. I’ll be right back!” he kisses you lightly and scoots out of the room. 

Actually getting a moment to yourself, you soak in the fact that you are standing naked in Austin Butler’s bedroom. What the ACTUAL FUCK! You start feeling a little dizzy and sit down on his bed. You take a couple deep breaths and look around just trying to take it all in.  It’s like a private sanctuary with books on the bedside table. It’s surprisingly bright for a man’s bedroom: simple white bedspread, wood and leather. Who knew he was into a subtle boho vibe. After some searching, you abandon the t-shirt route and grab his robe from it’s hook in the bathroom. Every scrap of clothing you have here is downstairs, not like you care about being naked or anything.

You notice the colognes he has on his dresser. You smell each one. Memorizing which ones are your favorite. Then you discover an essential oil roll-on that smells like the woods and lavender and amber resin. Fuck, this is the smell.  You roll some onto your wrists. 

“That one is my favorite,” you hear his voice from behind you. He is leaning on the door frame watching you.  He walks over, takes your wrist and holds it to his nose. 

“Damn, it’s good on you,” he presses it into your hand. “You keep it, wear it on our next date.” He smiles at you.

“Oh, next date eh?” you ask.

“Yes,” his arms pull you close. ”I’m going to pick you up and take you out to dinner, where you will order all the things and we will try all the things. Then I will bring you back here where I will ask you to stay the night with me and I will fuck you in that bed right there all night long and hold you in my arms until we fall asleep. Then I'll wake you up in the best way in the morning before I make you breakfast.  So be ready, my Princess,” his kiss is sweet and soft.

His description has you ramping up again, not like it's all that difficult really, just the mention of his name usually makes you wet. 

“But right now, there is Pizzana! C’mon," he takes your hand and leads you down the stairs. 

You text your partner that you are out with your industry contact again. He just gives you the thumbs up. That might as well be a blessing, you decide. 

You eat in Austin’s robe, smelling like him. Your conversation flows easily and you guys laugh a bunch, both a little silly from all the orgasms and closeness. 

“Ok, I had better get going home” you say after a while, not really wanting to, but your practical side is knock-knocking at your mind, "do you need me to call an uber?”

“What? Oh hell no!" he looks at you like he's offended. "No Princess of mine is gonna uber back to her car,” he smiles at you, "b ut first, how does Tuesday sound for our date?” 

You check your calendar, just to be sure and agree that Tuesday will work. In the back of your  mind, you wonder what you will tell your partner.

“Do I need to wear anything special? Cuz I don’t really have anything super nice," you figure it's good to be prepared. 

“Just casual should be fine darling. When I take you somewhere super nice, we’ll go shopping first,” he smiles and reaches over, dragging a fingertip along your jawline.

You blush at the idea of being so spoiled. 

You and Austin divvy up the leftovers. He asks if you want to pick which of his cars to drive you back in, you actually like the comfort of the Lexus. 

“Maybe someday we can go cruising in the Julia just for fun,” he folds you in his arms in his garage. “We can drive up the coast, stay somewhere super private. I can make love to you in moonlight. We can go wine tasting or something.” You can feel him getting hard again through his joggers. Jesus, this man. You wonder if he's going to bend you over the hood  pull your pants around your knees and slide into you right there. Which would be absolutely fine with you. Sadly, he opens the car door instead.

Back in the now empty parking lot he pulls up next to your Toyota sedan. He hops out of the car to open both doors for you. 

“See you Tuesday, Princess. I’ll pick you up at 5, Remember to bring an overnight bag darling,” he helps you out of the car, bowing low over your hand and kissing it. He makes sure that your car starts and that you are safely driving away before he leaves the parking lot. Such a fucking stellar gentleman. 

You are sitting in your car, in the lot at your apartment wondering what the hell just happened and what to tell your partner about it, if anything. He was insanely jealous of Austin, but he is also your hall pass. 

As you walk into the small LA apartment,  he is on the bed, video controller in hand. Even though you’ve lived here for the better part of 15 years, everything looks different to you. 

“Hey,” he says without looking at you. 

“Hey,” you reply, “I have leftovers if you want any.”  

He extricates himself from the bed and comes over to peruse. 

“Damn baby, Pizzana? I’m glad I waited to eat until you got home!” He says opening the boxes. 

“Yeah… it’s been really cool.  Actually, they said there was an opportunity for me this Tuesday, but it’s not here, so I’ll be gone that night, like overnight,” technically, Austin doesn’t live ‘here’. 

“Oh, that’s cool” he says, you know he is thinking about how much game time he can get in by not having to go on your nightly walks. “Are they paying for travel expenses?” 

“Uh huh,” again, not a lie. 

Your phone buzzes

Austin-

“Goodnight Princess, 68 hours until I’ll have you in my arms again.”   

It wasn't your Austin AI… it was actual honest-to-god Austin, calling you princess and wishing you goodnight. 

“Goodnight Austin, it’s not soon enough.”

[igc0]

Please tell me if I have any errors. English is not my native language. The translator helped me a lot. And we all know how bad it is.

I've had this idea for a Lucemond fanfic Inspired by "scum villain self saving system" I couldn't help myself and wrote a little.

....

Lucerys is a boy who just graduated from marine biology (it's a career he hates but he studied it for his grandfather) he is the middle brother and his latest obsession is a dark medieval fantasy book where one of the villains has cannon fodder the same name as him and yes, he is a little more than offended.

The protagonist is great, he has a difficult story, surrounded by a family that doesn't appreciate him (except for his mother), then he has to prove himself and work hard to get what others give him just by being born. His career is excellent and his personal growth is the best... Luke may also be a bit in love with a fictional character.

but it's not his fault, Aemond targeryan is the perfect combination of wild cold and tender psychopath. judge him if you want, luke has a type (his brother Jace always says he has bad taste in men). Luke thinks he's just being overprotective.

now, the character that has the same name as Luke, is crap. it is simple. luke never thought he could hate a five year old but he does. Fictional Lucerys Velaryon is a spoiled child, a liar and with zero empathy.

the little savage took his eye off his beautiful man Aemond! (luke is not being subjective, no)

So when Luke is swimming with his brothers at his grandparents' summer house and he gets a leg cramp, suddenly he's not just on the surface anymore, he tries to yell for help but it's all water, water in his eyes. in his lungs and in his body.

open his eyes. he takes an intense breath and shakes his arms, he was drowning but he is not anymore, there is no more water, no salty breeze or the screams of his brothers. he's not even at home Lucerys is in a strange and very old style room, his body feels very small.

— My sweet boy, it is time to wake up.

And that is the voice of his mother, his mother who should be with his father right now on their fifth anniversary.

The woman in front of him is similar to his mother, a lot, but she's ridiculously more beautiful. her skin is like alabaster, her hair is like pale silken threads, and her eyes are a fanciful purple.

his mother doesn't have purple eyes.

no one has purple eyes.

the woman approaches and caresses his face and then lifts him up. luke feels like he's having a panic attack, he's had them before, many times. He's never been good at handling them.

It is when they go through a mirror that Luke can see himself in a mirror all childish features, sweet and round. Brown eyes, thick eyelashes, curls and red cheeks. not very different from him, so similar but not him.

Luke at this age was much more robust and did not have such delicate features. holy God. It looked like he was six years old. going to panic.

—lucerys my boy, what is it?

They are walking through long corridors, with infinitely high ceilings, all ancient stone, medieval courts and touches of royalty. Lucerys doesn't want what he thinks is happening to be real.

the threads are coming together and he feels that perhaps, the most logical thing is that he is having a hallucination.

there is a tapestry on one wall. It is a dragon, deep red like blood, it has three heads and its wings look like blades.

Luke accepts his fate he has just reincarnated as the villain of his favorite book.

the pathetic villain who marks the beginning of the hero's path.

the same one who dies in chapter four of the book in a horrible way

Lucerys begins to cry.

[tarnishedxknight]

How tall is Cael? bc apparently his FC is 6'2 like I know he looks delicate but he TOL

{out of dalmasca} Holy crap, is he really that tall? You know, I haven't even thought about it, haha. Honestly, I've got a lotta problems with both ages and weights in FFXII. Between the game, the various Wikis, Ultimania, and other sources, there are retcons and contradicting stats everywhere. So I just go with my own stats, because eh, it's not that critical anyways.

Like for example, Basch and Ashe. In some scenes she's way shorter than him, and in others, she seems to almost be his same height. Canonically speaking, Ashe is supposed to be 5'5", which should make her a lot shorter than him. I've been wanting her to be a bit taller, like perhaps 5'7" or so, so I imagine her that way. But that's probably because I make Basch a bit taller too. Basch and Noah are both supposed to be 5'10" but in the Japanese version they are listed as 178 and 177 cm, respectively, which comes out to approximately 5'10" and 5'9". So Noah is actually a little bit shorter than Basch (which I'm sure pisses him off so much haha). Compared to Vossler at 6'2", Basch looks only very slightly shorter, and Vossler described on his Wiki as "tall." It's the same with Balthier and Basch. Sometimes they seem to stand at the same height, and sometimes Balthier seems to tower over Basch, and Balthier is supposedly 6'0". So I just... like I said, I go with my own heights, because this is all very ridiculous, lol.

With regard to Caelen, I see him as a little shorter than Basch, and for Basch/Noah I split the difference between their canon height of 5'10" and their live action FC's height, which is 6'3", and say they're both around 6'1". So we can say Caelen is around 6'0". Tall but not crazy tall, heh.

And haha, Caelen would actually be flattered if someone called him delicate. As long as they meant it in a good way. You know... Delicate⁽ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ⁾, that sort of thing. XD Never call his sister Ashe delicate, though. She is, sometimes, but she takes it the wrong way when she's called it. XD

While I'm at this, lemme think about what Soryn's height is. I honestly can't find it right now, but back when I used his FC for another OC, I thought I remembered his height being 6'3". Or at least I made my OC that height. Seems kinda tall, but you know what? Imma leave that where it is, heh. Because Vossler and Vayne are both supposed to be 6'2" and I like the idea of Soryn having just a wee bit of height on them because it would annoy them both, haha. So Soryn's a Tall Boi™, heh.