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chil2de · 3 years

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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

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owen-wilson-appreciation-club · 3 years

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I’ve had this in my drafts for several weeks. I don’t see anyone saying this, so I guess I should:

Owen Wilson didn’t become hot just because of the grey hair. He “became” hot because it was a role you guys finally took him seriously in.

Let me explain:

I’ve been seeing a lot of people on Tumblr saying “Oh my god! Didn’t see the Owen crush coming!”

What’s even worse, is that people, those same people, openly say “I hated him with blond hair but now? He’s so hot!”

Tastes are subjective. It’s completely fine if you prefer grey haired Owen to blond Owen. But saying he was ugly before (which mind you, he isn’t) is just plain rude.

If I came up to you and said “You looked better when (part of you) was different” you’d be upset, wouldn’t you? You’d be upset.

There is a reason Owen isn’t on social media, because of shit like this. It’s one thing to not be a fan of his work, but to say he’s bad, and then appreciate it only after Loki? Blasphemous.

Sure, he’s leaned more towards comedy films, and I agree he should go more into drama. But there will always be some bitch out there who demotes him no matter what he does.

Sure, some of his roles are more “childlike” and comedic, but that’s not an issue. That’s what he likes and he’s made a name for himself. But saying those roles can’t be taken seriously is actually pathetic. Saying he’s only good in one role is pathetic.

I created this blog purely as a joke. I thought, what the hell, since my other blog was shadowbanned, and Tumblr won’t unban it, no matter how many emails I send, I’ll make a whole blog to appreciation Owen, posting pictures, memes and reblogging content about him.

This blog became a hell of a lot more popular than I anticipated. I actually got asks for the first time on this blog. I’d never gotten an ask before. Crazy.

I don’t mind it. I actually really like spreading positivity about him. After seeing the absolute shit show that is Twitter, and the sylki stans calling him a dead beat dad, I’ve been more motivated than ever to keep this up.

I’ll never shame any of you for preferring Owen with grey hair. However, I will shame you for saying he is attractive only with grey hair. He is actually really talented, and honestly, really beautiful. Make jokes all you want about how much you want to get railed by him after the Esquire interview (myself included) but he really is pretty.

I request you watch his work in any Wes Anderson film. He’s able to show off his range there, and the films are really good as standalone films regardless of him being there.

The reason I say this is because he isn’t just some blond himbo who can be stupid with Vince Vaughn. He isn’t just some blond model with Ben Stiller. He has some excellent roles, and was even nominated for an academy award for his screenplay with Wes Anderson.

The fact that some of you place all his value purely in his looks and his personal life is absolutely disgusting. The fact that some of you see Owen as Mobius and nothing else is awful. The fact you put value on him in one role is rude.

I know I won’t get any benefits from posting this rant. I know that. I just get so frustrated seeing some of you say “Wow I thought he was ugly but daaamn that grey hair makes me wish he’d breed me.”

I’ll reiterate: If I told you you were ugly until you changed a part of yourself, and that I wouldn’t like you otherwise, you’d be upset too. So please, let’s keep it respectful across all platforms, yeah?

Another thing I’d like to mention: Why disclaim you finding Owen attractive?

I don’t see anyone disclaiming finding Tom Hiddleston attractive. Why is that?

Are you scared someone is going to judge you? On Tumblr?

So what if you think he’s hot? So what? The fact I even have to bring this up just annoys the hell out of me.

I’ll wrap this up:

To those of you who have been appreciating his work from before Loki:

Thank you.

To those of you who have been making gifs of him from his older films:

Thank you.

For those of you who share the opinion that he’s beautiful no matter what:

Thank you.

To those of you who just think he’s hot with grey hair and think he’s valuable only in the Loki series:

Go fuck yourself.

#owen wilson #mobius #mobius m mobius #vent #loki series #Loki show #hall of fame

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feelingofcontent · 3 years

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DNP Rewatch: Internet Support Group 8

Date video was published: 08/13/2016 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 313

*Dan voice* Time for another Internet Support Group!

It had only been about 5 months (and 4 Dan videos) since the last one. I’m pretty sure this was filmed later the same day after WILL DAN AND PHIL SURVIVE AUSTRALIA? and it’s also the video that caused Dan to be running extra late that he talks about in I Nearly Blinded Myself.

0:00 - think this is a new white shirt for an ISG; it has a subtle pattern around the collar that the old one didn’t

0:10 - I wonder how many emails he actually got to that account over the years

0:35 - just starting out with the alcohol instead...lots of alcohol. This is the first time he’s ever included a disclaimer for this. Love that the shot glass is also from Gatorland.

0:50 - that’s is own fault after the diss track

1:04 - “my nearest gym is a gay bar” just makes this one great

1:12 - I’m still not convinced he actually drinks during these and that could definitely be water in that bottle. If he is actually having that many shots, well, that might explain how he managed to spray deodorant in his eye directly after this... 🤔

1:24 - he always sounds concerned when the person is really young

1:35 - sad animal stories indeed 🙁

1:45 - “everything’s fine” ...sure

2:00 - awww, this is good advice and Dan being very caring about the dog too

2:24 - well that was a descriptive yet non-committal noise

2:37 - “what wisdom do you think I could offer you?!”

2:42 - the reactions are so dramatic...”this was a really bad idea” ...if it really is vodka before his has to pack and get on an airplane...NO SHIT lol

2:56 - well that is definitely some advice

3:04 - the reaction to “dad” as he (pretends?) to pour another shot

3:19 - I love “a lost sock in the dryer of life”

3:37 - Dan as always with the seriousness and being very kind and accepting whenever there’s a sexuality question in these. And the “find your people” advice which is something he says later on in BIG too

4:14 - hometown question!

4:17 - “awful right?” Dan has never spoken positively about his hometown. That didn’t really change with Hometown Showdown either

4:24 - welp. too real for Dan there

4:46 - until he found another huge dork with the same niche interests 🥺

5:13 - what the absolute hell

5:27 - “creativity” ...sure

5:40 - 😳 you can see him realize this is going to sound bad before it even comes out of his mouth

5:45 - just dipping his tongue in for some reason

6:05 - “kinda” well that’s honest?

6:13 - he does look vaguely sad

6:33 - yeah don’t think that would be helpful

6:47 - lol at the “Sabrina the teenage witch” joke

7:03 - “the five pillars of Tumblr” 😂

7:32 - flaming hot flavor anything is just...not good

7:59 - he’s taking this one very seriously

8:25 - I’m not sure “just think of me” in this context came off quite right 😂

8:38 - he should have known this was a mistake with the internet

8:43 - or he’s running out of time and desperately needs to go pack...

8:51 - “wow that was such a terrible idea” trying to film directly before a flight? yes.

I enjoyed this ISG video. His dramatic overreaction to the (probably not actually) vodka shots were great. Dan apparently did not find it very interesting to edit though. 😂

Dan uploaded this video from Australia. He had also started wearing his hair naturally curly while there (and PJ and Anthony encouraged him, aww).

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #daniel howell #dan howell #daniel howell videos #Internet Support Group 8 #tw alcohol #tw pet death

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highkey-lowkey-as-hell · 4 years

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WATT/Six

This turned into more of a series of drabbles tbh. Disclaimer: I have no fucking idea how theater works. @thatoneroboticskid

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Chess could see the exact moment Kate no longer regretted trying out for the North American tour of Six.

Her best friend hadn’t expected to actually make it in. She’d only come to auditions because Chess was, and she was free and bored that day. Then she’d been called back, and then they told her they wanted her to be the first cover for Boleyn and Parr, and Chess had convinced her to accept.

Kate was dragging her feet the entire way to the studio for their first read-through, and Chess had given up telling her it would be fun and was ignoring her by the time they got there. Kate immediately shut up once they entered the room, and Chess glanced over to see her staring at someone - a girl with shoulder-length brown hair, leaning against the far wall on her phone - with a rainbow pin on her jacket.

“Shit, she’s cute,” Kate whispered to Chess.

“Then go talk to her.”

“What? No! Chess-” Kate tried to protest, but Chess was already shoving her forward and the mystery girl had noticed and it was too late to turn back now.

Chess watched Kate stumble haphazardly through a conversation with the mystery girl until someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to see an over-eager redhead.

“Hi! I’m Riley, I’m Anne Boleyn! Who do you play- OH MY GOD THAT’S EVA SANCHEZ!” The redhead - Riley - left as quickly as she had come, leaving Chess more than a little bewildered. She was replaced by a tall, dark-skinned girl who was rolling her eyes.

“I’m Cairo. Sorry about Riley, she’s a big fan of Eva’s.”

“Chess.” They shook hands. “Just so you know, I think my best friend’s about to slit your friend’s throat for interrupting that trainwreck of a conversation.” Kate was, in fact, glowering at Riley, who was fawning over Eva and squealing about how big a fan she was.

“She's a fan, too?”

“More like she thinks she’s cute.” Chess managed not to laugh as Kate returned to her.

“That went horribly,” she grumbled.

“I noticed. Kate, this is Cairo. Cairo, Kate.”

“Hey. I’m Catherine of Aragon, you?” Cairo held out her hand for Kate to shake.

Kate shook it, looking like she was analyzing Cairo. “I'm the first cover for Boleyn and Parr.”

“Riley’s the principle Boleyn,” Cairo commented.

“She’s also getting on my nerves,” Kate grumbled. “I was this close to getting her number, Chess! This close!” She held up her thumb and pointer finger, which were basically touching. “And then Riley came out of nowhere and ruined my shot!”

“There will be other chances,” Chess soothed.

“But am I going to have the guts to talk to her again? No!”

“She’s watching us,” Cairo commented.

“She is?” Kate froze, looked back at Eva, and then turned accusing eyes on Cairo. “No, she isn’t.”

“You’re right, she isn’t, but it was fun watching you panic.”

Chess decided that was a good time to remove Kate from that conversation before they had to track down a new Catherine of Aragon, so she excused them and pulled Kate over to the side of the room, where Chess could study their fellow cast members and Kate could continue to stare at Eva.

When she counted nine women (including her and Kate), their director entered the room and started passing around their scripts, and Kate had to pay attention, which she clearly was sour about.

They walked home together after that rehearsal, and Chess listened to Kate whine about being interrupted by Riley while she highlighted her lines, already looking forward to this new role.

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Mattie was nervous.

Yeah, that was the word for it.

She was the youngest of the cast, apparently, and she’d listened to the studio cast recording of her solo and wow, it sounded hard. She was frankly starting to have second thoughts about this. And the other cast members… some of them looked so mean. Especially the girl who introduced herself as the actress for Catherine of Aragon, and the one who said she was the first cover for Boleyn and Parr.

But that night, as she read the script with a cup of hot cocoa and her favorite fuzzy blanket, she started to warm up to the idea of Katherine Howard.

Several weeks later, when they were off-script, they started to meet with the choreographer and learn the dances, and they met with the costume designers to get their sizes for their costumes, and one night, practicing her choreography for Don’t Lose Ur Head, Mattie started to get really, really excited.

One day, all nine of them met at the costume designers’ studio to try their costumes on for the first time, and Mattie could barely contain her excitement. Even Cairo and Kate, the mean-looking ones she’d noticed the first day, were grinning as they inspected their new costumes.

Mattie, personally, loved hers. She loved the clear plastic skirt and the spiky ponytail and she could barely wait until she got her hair dyed pink next week so she could see her entire K Howard look.

And she started to make some friends in the cast, too. Obviously, they all became a big group of friends, but she got really close with Reese and Farrah, the other two swings.

Opening night, in San Francisco, was in three weeks now, and Mattie was now very, very excited.

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Reese knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, but she was going to take what she could get. She was going to wear her black swing costume and she was going to sing Heart of Stone and Get Down and she was going to be adored by the queendom.

She volunteered for their cast’s first Instagram takeover. Didn’t get it. Didn’t get the second one, either. The third one was the first week or so of June, so they gave it to Kate and Eva, the most openly LGBTQ+ members of their cast. In fact, she didn’t get it until the seventh takeover, but she milked every second of it that she could.

She went on as Cleves for their last performance of their first week, and there was surely no better thrill than this. No better thrill than saying “Divorced,” in a dramatic voice, no better thrill than joking “it was just so… tragic,” no better thrill than shouting “Get your phones out, you’re gonna wanna film this!”

As exhausted as she was when they all walked offstage, she would’ve given anything to go back onstage again. She took her makeup off and thought while Kate, who had been on for Boleyn that night, ranted about something cute Eva had done during Megasix and Farrah, who hadn’t been on that night but watched from the lighting booth, yelled at her for being stupidly in love. She thought about how many people had been cheering for her, how many people adored her for being their black-costumed alternate.

That night, before heading back to their hotel, the whole cast met onstage for a big group hug, and Reese walked on a cloud all the way to her room.

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Eva had done so much research so she could accurately portray Catherine Parr that it made her head hurt. But those hours poring over books and Wikipedia and other shit were all worth it when she held her fist in the air among a downfall of confetti and heard those cheers.

It was also worth it to get to hang out with Kate, of course.

She could barely sleep the night before their first performance, so she scrolled through the Six tag on Tumblr and grinned into her pillow every time someone posted about how excited they were for this new cast, or posted about how they were looking forward to seeing it, or posted an edit that included her cast. She paused at one post, her heart hammering as she wondered how many people had seen it.

When the hell are Kate Dalton and Eva Sanchez from the new Six cast going to start dating?

All of the replies and reblogs agreed, and Eva found herself scrolling down the notes, wondering if Kate had seen this and kind of hoping she had.

The first time she carried on the Catherine Parr tradition of taking someone’s phone during the Megasix, the smile from the lucky fan made her grin even more, and she didn’t stop smiling the rest of the night (especially when Kate dropped by her dressing room to say “you guys did really great tonight,” which she knew referred to her and Mattie and Annleigh, but Kate was staring at her while she said it, and holy shit Eva was gay).

On the bus to Seattle for their next set of shows, Kate sat herself down next to Eva, and by the time they reached their new hotel, Eva was updating her relationship status on social media. Kate was on as Parr that night and Eva had that show off, so she watched next to the sound booth and cheered on her castmates and also gave out a few hugs to a couple fans that noticed her and came up to say hi.

She also heard shouting from the swings’ dressing room, and then Kate and Annleigh switched because “Farrah’s getting on my nerves, and Annleigh handles her best.” Eva didn’t mind, because now she could shamelessly flirt with Kate while they got ready.

The queendom freaked out that day.

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Farrah saw right through what Kate was planning, but if it meant she didn’t have to hear another word about how pretty Eva’s eyes were, she’d willingly go along with it.

Now that she’d gone on for both of her roles, she could say pretty fairly that she preferred Howard. She loved the roast speech and she loved her song and she loved that high ponytail, to the point where she almost wished she was principle Howard. Almost.

Now that she didn’t have to listen to Kate’s holy-shit-I’m-extremely-gay-for-Eva-Sanchez rants, she could turn her focus to her stepsister, who clearly had a crush on their lighting expert, the guy who followed them around to every lighting booth to lead their specific lighting patterns and Farrah needed to stop using the word lighting.

So she locked them in the lighting booth together.

She got a little bit yelled at by her cast members (except for Kate and Eva, who were suspiciously absent), but it was worth it when she unlocked the door and found them making out.

“Heyo,” she said calmly, barely restraining herself from laughing when they jumped apart.

“Farrah!” Annleigh scolded.

“What? I locked you in here, now I’m letting you out. Chess, you said this was what I was supposed to do, right?”

“Yeah, it was. Annleigh, we’ve got to go get ready, and Clark, can you track down Kate and Eva? We need both of them and nobody knows where they are.”

“In a closet,” Farrah snickered.

“Farrah.”

“What?”

#we are the tigers #six #wow this is shitty #maybe i'll add to it later

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orionsangel86 · 5 years

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SPN Speculation - SDCC chatter

Hey guys, a little birdy told me that Tumblr hasn’t been handling the SDCC news all that well? I have been asked to come back and share some thoughts I have so far only been floating around in GCs and very briefly on Twitter.

For those of you feeling negative about Season 15, that’s of course your prerogative, but I am honestly extremely happy with what tidbits of information we have received.

This got long so under a cut is quotes from SDCC and my own reactions and speculation including an ending concept I thought of that I am quite happy with.

First of all, Andrew Dabb’s joke about only 30% of the audience liking the ending was just that, a JOKE. They were digging at Game of Thrones. Bobo has already confirmed on Twitter previously that SPN ending will be NOTHING like Game of Thrones.

https://twitter.com/robertberens/status/1127821427149721600

https://twitter.com/robertberens/status/1127976311303970816

This was back during the final few eps of GoT when Bobo got really chatty with fans online about the way GoT told it’s stories. He confirmed that SPN is completely different, believes in heroism, and is focused on its characters rather than the world at large.

What Bobo essentially was saying was that SPN isn’t going for a dark gloomy ending more focused on the universe than each characters individual end journeys. SPN will have a satisfying end for its audience compared to the dark and gloomy hopeless ending GoT presented us with.

So any snark they had at SDCC comparing SPN to GoT was prob based on this and is totally not to be taken seriously.

What made me feel far more positive was Dabb and Bobo saying the following:

Dabb: “you want people to feel it was worth their time. Because this show is a big time investment. Three hundred and twenty seven hours [is a lot]. You don’t want to leave people feeling hollow, you don’t want to leave them feeling cynical. You don’t want to make them think we don’t take very seriously the amount of time and effort they put into this show and the amount of time and effort we put into this show. So that doesn’t mean the ending is always happy and everybody is high-giving. But it means the journey was worth something and came to a place that makes everyone feel it was worth taking that trip.”

Bobo said “at it’s core, making sure we end powerfully and meaningfully the stories of Jack, Cas, Sam and Dean, and honor them and their characters and their emotions and the audiences emotions for them.... that’s sort of our north star in breaking the show.”

Also Bobo: “We have some really interesting and fun ways to play around with that expectation [of whether Sam and Dean should live or die]. Not just in the final stretch but throughout the season. I think that question will be raised in a number of ways. And Sam and Dean will be struggling with that in a number of ways. I think we’re very conscious as writers that this is not the Game of Thrones type [of situation] – just shove everyone’s face in the mud kind of downer. It’s a balance of pain and uplift that we have to hit perfectly that feels fresh and doesn’t feel like something we’ve done before. And I think that we have some ideas that we’ve very excited about that will stick that landing for us.”

Whilst we have to remember that this is still just PR, it is good to hear from both Bobo and Dabb that ultimately they seem to understand what is important and how to end this show right. My interpretation from this is not that the show will end in death and misery, but in something hopeful and somewhat satisfying, even if it is different.

(My sources from this are from a GC where the text I think is copied from an article. If you know the article please send me the link)

Dabb also talked quite a bit about how the one thing that is set in stone and has been for at least a year already, is the very final scene of the show. They had this in mind before Season 14 was written. So everything else will be written around this final scene. (also means we need to pay closer attention in our S14 re-watches.)

Dabb and Bobo both think the ending will satisfy fans, or at least that fans will understand why the ending they chose makes sense. Dabb specifically said “What we are crafting is something that I hope will make sense as an emotional ending to these characters journey. I don’t think it’s something that’s going to make everybody happy, because that’s impossible. But I certainly hope that even the people who hoped it ended differently will understand why it ended that way.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHjhnG5w2gw

The one take away that REALLY interested me was this from Jensen:

“It took me a while to get there. When we were in the room and the idea came down the pipe and everybody kind of signed off on it, my reaction was more like “okay, okay”. I’d struggled with it for about a week or so and I realised I’m just too close to this character. To see anything with finality on it is just hard to digest. And I talked to a few people about it and got some clarity on it and I’ve tried to look at it from a different perspective and I now have come around to being “oh, this is a really good ending. This is satisfying.””

https://twitter.com/Bluestar861/status/1153080393106710528

So to sum up:

Dabb says that the ending they have gone with is one that makes sense emotionally in terms of character journey

Bobo says that the ending will honor the characters of Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack and WON’T be anything like GoT

Jensen says that he struggled with the ending at first, and had to have it explained to him to get clarity on why they are taking that route, after which, he understood and now thinks its a really good ending.

To top this, Jared spoke of the ending being the characters finding peace (whether alive or dead - but in a way that implied they would be alive)

Misha has confirmed he doesn’t know the ending, so he has simply been reiterating his old stance that Cas has to die and as much as we love him, we can disregard everything he says based on his own words from Jibcon “I make shit up.”

As a meta writer and someone who spends a lot of time picking apart the stories to find SENSE and MEANING in the CHARACTER JOURNEY’S and knowing that JENSEN ACKLES DIDN’T UNDERSTAND AT FIRST?!

I AM VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS NEWS.

Jensen not understanding imo means the ending will not be Sam and Dean dying together in a blaze of glory, it won’t be a separation in death either for any of the characters. My best guess? The brothers go their separate ways in the end.

Hear me out. It fits okay. Let’s bring this back to the obvious question:

How do you end a show where death is not taken seriously?

Easy. You separate the characters in LIFE, bringing an end to their joint story. If SPN has always been a story about two brothers, saving people, hunting things, the family business (with the family growing over the past so many years), then the way you end that is not by killing them off, it’s by separating the core characters from the story itself, and from each other.

The reason I am speculating THIS ending is also because of one EXTREMELY EXCITING fact that also came from SDCC:

EILEEN IS RETURNING

https://twitter.com/Shoshannah7/status/1153077148883640321

Call me an optimist, but they aren’t going to bring back the one character who ticked all of Sam Winchester’s boxes for one episode as a ghost or a soul in heaven - they are gonna bring her back properly, and that can only mean one thing. SAILEEN. Sam getting a romantic endgame is PERFECT and it fits my theory. Eileen coming back opens up the potential for Sam to have a new hunting partner, or even better, a new MOL Legacy partner to reestablish the MOL as a society for learning and protecting the world from the Supernatural. A training center for hunters and supernatural scholars all over the world. TELL ME THIS ISN’T PERFECT FOR SAM I DARE YOU.

Obviously, the one caveat to this awesome opportunity for Sam, is no more hunting with Dean. Hence, end of Supernatural as we know it.

What does this mean for Dean? Well, If a certain angelic blue eyed beauty gets their true story potential - their emotionally satisfying character journey end - then that angelic blue eyed beauty will be hanging up their wings for good and slumming it with us mud monkeys permanently.

A sacrifice? Yes, finality? Yes. Death? Hell no.

Further thoughts on this here:

https://twitter.com/Bluestar861/status/1153278119576592385

With a human Cas by his side, Dean can still do whatever he wants, travel the country, or take himself and his hot ex-angel “buddy” off to the beach, because the main focus of Dean’s character arc, his character journey over the course of so many seasons, has been to find peace with himself, as well as freeing himself from the burden of parenthood forced on him by his father and let Sam go.

Dean has never been comfortable being alone, and it wouldn’t make sense for him to end his journey alone either - at all - which is why Jensen’s dream ending that he keeps telling at cons about Dean swapping Baby for a motorbike also makes no bloody sense - but of course, as Jensen said, he didn’t really understand the ending presented at first did he?

Jensen would struggle with the idea of Sam and Dean both choosing to separate in life, especially if that ending also had an ambiguous Destiel twist to it. Jensen has always made his views on the brothers relationship clear, he is a “together to the end” man, so it makes sense that he would need to have the toxic codependency and why it needs to break explained to him.

I have no idea whether Destiel will be part of this so please don’t ask me, I happen to think at this point that it will be ambiguous and open to interpretation. But if the show ends with Dean and human Cas together mirrored against a happy Sam and Eileen I’ll be satisfied.

DISCLAIMER: This is a speculative fan theory thought up for fun. It is NOT serious show meta, it is literally inspired by PR from SDCC. I DO NOT HAVE A CRYSTAL BALL - IF I DID I WOULD BE BUYING LOTTERY TICKETS RIGHT NOW NOT TELLING YOU LOT HOW SPN IS GONNA END.

Of course, all my theories are inspired by in show character themes and emotional sub plots. I’m not pulling this shit out of thin air, I just... don’t want you all to start accusing me of leading you on or getting your hopes up if S15 starts and throws us a huge curve ball because I literally know nothing more than you lot and frankly the attacks on meta writers over the past few years have disgusted me and made me loose quite a bit of faith in the fandom collective brain cell - which I generally assume doesn’t exist in those that actually do attack meta writers.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Still, please try not to burn this hellsite to the ground based on SDCC PR. It’s supposed to be fun!

Peace.

#Supernatural #spn speculation #sdcc2019 #pr is not showrunning #spn fan theories #spn endgame #season 15 #saileen #destiel #andrew dabb #bobo berens #jensen ackles #my thoughts

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j4nn4s · 5 years

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☕️ Rank the skam remake fandoms

BROOOO ok well

(also i Just started wtfock and haven’t really been in those tags so i’ll have to leave them out SORRY and i’m not a skam italia fan so i’ll be skipping them too cus i don’t know enough either)

(also for future ref i’m going based off the tags and my dashboard and what i notice in related blogs belongin to these fandoms too)

1 — skamnl is at the Top i’m giving them the mf Crown bc we are a small fandom but we look out for each other and generally very positive which is a nice oasis to be in when hyper negativity (without constructive criticism) can be rampant in some fandoms/tumblr in general !!!! (NOT ! namin names …….. i’m not That messy) EDIT: also i love the hot takes and how much we support each other and will literally form a gd ARMY !!! for our beloved girl squad amen

2 — the skam españa fandom gets silver bc overall, even when we had that upsettin jueves scene, everyone just wanted to have Discourse and not fight or ‘cancel’ people or promote hyper negativity and thats the shit i live for bitch !!!! i made this blog bc i Love talkin abt these remakes and i have Opinions and i love Discourse and love reading different takes before formin my own and everyone was so engaging that day !!! everyone loves analyze situations and talk about clips in detail and i appreciate it sm bc its so fun to read

3 — i’ve just started becoming familiar w skam austin blogs and the tags and so far y’all are Gems and i love how hard y’all go for clout from grandmas closet and how engaging y’all are so i Genuinely Can’t wait to share the tags w y’all next season (i would’ve been in them more in s2 but i don’t feel as strongly enough to post in it im sORRY) and you guys have Mad Jokes so truly are gems

4 — ok i deadass LOVEEE druck as a remake (it’s in the top 3 for me) but i do fl that the fandom can get excessive with some things (personally, i think it’s uncomfortable to talk about sexual positions of 17 yr olds or barely 18 yr olds but thats jus me !!!) and can fall in the trap of being mega negative without waiting to see how the rest of the episode or season pans out (which i don’t blame anyone bc this is just super common w fandoms on tumblr, and skam’s format with clips doesn’t aid that) but i Do love when there is commentary that genuinely wants to analyze a clip or scene

5 — AAAA so skam france was the first remake i watched and first tags i’ve lurked and during s3 (at least early to midway) it wasn’t that bad but nowadays if you go into the tags it’s either hypernegativity (THOUGH DISCLAIMER: i truly think this is justified tho bc of how Bad the season is becomin and Agree w these posts) or shipping maxence/axel together trying to pull a larry stylinson on them or smth so idk What’s going on

(this got long but YES these are my onions ….. say hi ….)

#skam nl #skam españa #skam austin #druck #skam france #peeps answers

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mysteli · 5 years

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es in vegas (choices crack series) part 2

A/N: I honestly thought this chapter would SO much shorter than the first one but I’m about to be honest... it’s not. Its longer so good luck. I wanna everyone for all the support and suggestions for this crack series. You all seem to really enjoy it and I’m really happy now you did!

This chapter jumps straight to morning after because that’s where the real plot starts. I’ll be adding in flashback scenes of the night before to show what happened while the group are trying to figure it out. It’s just better than playing out the night and then helping everyone figure it out when the reader already knows everything. Enjoy!

Warning: the best way to describe this is probably… mature? mainly of the content in it because if it’s just clean then it ain’t really Vegas. this series will feature implied nsfw but not really anything descriptive (mostly just mentions), exaggerations on use of alcohol, strong language and… crazy behaviour? It’s just weird and I’d proceed with caution…

P.S: this is probably the weirdest one yet and a lot of things are gonna be revealed quickly after each other so you gonna have to keep up :D

ALSO, anything in italic is a flashback from the night before

Disclaimer: most of the plot belongs to the Hangover and the characters belong to Pixelberry. I’m just mashing the two together.

Pairings: Jake X MC, Craig X Zahra, Diego X Vaaryn, Aleister X Grace - just the OG pairings for now but things could change ;) -

Tag list: @brightpinkpeppercorn@likethetailofacomet @xo-endlessmayhem-xo@sceptilemasterr @indiacater @chyeahboy@candychoices @zaffrenotes @nicknameking@bailey-choices @szeherezada @whatsernamerps@aries-light @endlessly-searching-for-you@justboredtrash @beckettsattunement@gerrysacushla @mind-reader1 @sweet-honeybird@allykrane @seraxa @violarobics @princessstellaris @mechaspirit

I tagged everyone who liked the post just in case! If you wanna be removed, just let me know!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged! 💗and let me know if the tags work because Tumblr is acting up.

Masterlist

Summary: The next morning finally arrives after many drinks and many weird things that the gang struggle to remember as they wake up. They try their best to remember the events of last night with only their surroundings to help them.

Words: 9301 (sorry)

ENDLESS SUMMER IN VEGAS PART 2 - THE MORNING AFTER

A blinding light shines through the darkness that kept Logan asleep and she suddenly feels a sharp pain jolting around her head like a boomerang. Her exhaustion is creeping in on her the moment she’s forced to awaken as the sun dares to reveal itself through the giant window in the room she’s currently in. For some reason, she feels out of place and like she can’t even bring forward the knowledge that she was ever asleep in the first place. Her mind has fallen completely blank and Logan has no choice but to blame that on her current tired state.

Hesitantly, she moves away the shields of her eyelid that was protecting her from the power of the sun’s rays but now she’s gonna have to fend for herself. Her ocean eyes slowly drift open and the throbbing pain in her head and aches of her body makes it difficult for her to manage to move. Her entire figure is numb and her legs are the weakest they’ve ever been. She swears it feels like five minutes ago, she was accepting to the combined party at the strip club but the last thing Logan can remember is taking those shots. Then everything else is just... empty. It’s like she blacked out almost immediately and lost control of herself for the rest of the night.

Holy shit... who knows what she dared to do or dared to say? What the fuck even happened last night?

From this information, Logan can easily realise that the pain in her head is due to a miserable hangover but why is the rest of her so weak as well? She swears she can barely move. Blinking away the agony and light, she summons the strength to lift her head and position herself so she’s a little more uncomfortable. That’s when she takes the moment to study her surroundings.

It’s the bedroom that she was looking at she bought the villa with her friends the day before. Logan and Michelle were fighting over it for a few minutes and they never really came to a conclusion about who would get it. Looks like Lo won that battle. Everything is so messed up and trashed that the room is almost unrecognisable, which only scares Logan about how crazy they truly must have went last night. Hell, this is only one of the bedrooms. Imagine how everything else looks.

Carefully, Logan guides her gaze around her surroundings, only to find the same thing in every inch of the space. An absolute fucking mess. She lets out a sigh of relief when she senses some of the feeling returning to her body and that’s when she realises... she’s not alone in the bed.

“Holy shit!” Logan screeches in a harsh whisper but it still projects enough of an echo to wake the person underneath her and it scares them as much as it scares her. However, she calms down a lot when she realises exactly who it is and she’s stunned with herself that she never knew who it was in the first place.

Jake jolts from his sleep, startled from the volume of Logan’s reaction to seeing him. His cerulean eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat. “What was the actual fucking need for that, Princess?” Jake reacts in a snappy tone and Logan understands. That’s probably one of the worst scares Jake has ever experienced, especially if he’s just as hungover as her. He backtracks a little, rubbing his head out of irritation. “Ow... head rush.”

Logan takes his slight pause to survey his morning appearance. He looks even worse than he usually does in the morning and usually, he’s a mess when he wakes up. But this is just the I can tell you got wasted last night kind of level. His sandy hair is all over the place, some strands sticking up and some hanging lazily over his eyes like strays. His normally bright eyes have dimmed from the exhaustion and his eyes are watering like there’s no tomorrow. However, Logan’s eyes widen when she spots that Jake has a fucking heavy, bruised, black eye.

“Woah Jake... what happened?” Logan asks, cupping Jake’s face caringly and scanning his bruise closely as her eyes flood with concern.

Noticing her worry, Jake starts to feel anxious himself. “What? Is there something on my face? Is it acne ‘cause I got an assload of it the first time I had a drink!”

“What the fuck? Of course there’s no acne, Jake. You’re 27.” Logan points out correctly. “You’ve just somehow managed to get a black eye.”

“Oh ok. That sounds more like me.” Jake jokes, forming a weaker smirk because of how tired he is. “Funny though because I don’t remember shit from last night.” He admits.

“Me neither but I...” Logan’s words she stopped short and she glances down at herself, only then realising that she is completely naked and so is Jake. She isn’t too surprised though because they were both drunk and in Vegas so of course they would have had a little or a lot of fun. “Oh... that explains a lot.” Logan mutters to herself, not even realising she said that out loud, as she studies herself curiously. She’s absolutely covered in marks and bites. What the hell did they do? Never mind... no one should answer that.

Barely catching her words, Jake smirks as he follows her gaze and realises what happened as well. She looks so weak and exhausted but in a good way... a satisfied way. The way that Jake knows he did good. Very good. She bites her lip nervously and runs a hand through her platinum blond hair. She’s plastered in sweat and the room is already hot enough as it is.

“Looks like I do well when I’m drunk.” Jake points out proudly, raising an eyebrow at Logan in a knowing manor. “Wow... I wonder what we did last night.” He adds with that sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Logan just rolls her eyes, attempting to ignore his little cheeky comment. “Don’t seem like there were any breaks either.”

“Good point because I can’t seem to fucking wake up, darlin’.” Jake tries to stretch but his hands barely move when he tries to move them, blocked by some kind of force dragging his hands back down to where they were previously. “What the actual fuck...”

Jake tries the action again, only to fail once more. Noticing his frustration, Logan eyes him questioningly. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know.”

Confused, Jake brings both his hands at the same and lifts them out of the covers of the bed so they are now viewable to his eyes, only to be annoyed by the sight he is greeted with. It turns out to be a lot more funny to Logan than it will ever to be to him. “Handcuffs...” is all Jake manages to mutter, scanning the metal item carefully. They’re securely tied to his hands and they sure as hell ain’t coming off without a key.

Logan struggles to hold back a laugh, feeling like the tables have turned. “Wow... looks like it wasn’t all you last night.” She winks at him in a flirty manor and he just rolls his eyes, pulling at the cuffs as an attempt to rag them off.

“If last night was that kinky... then we must have used oil or something. Is there any in here?” Jake suddenly questions and Logan seems grossed out by that idea.

“Jake, why the hell do you need oil?”

“To slide the cuffs off otherwise there must have been a key.”

Logan furrows her brows bewilderedly, seeming to have a different idea of the current situation. “What do you mean? Aren’t they the fake ones that you can just take off without a key?”

“Nope... these are the real deal, Princess. I would’ve had them off by now if they weren’t real, trust me.” Jake states bluntly, feeling absolute shame for what this has become.

“Then where did we get real handcuffs from? Pretty sure you can only get those if you steal them from...” Logan stops short when she realises what could’ve happened last night and Jake seems to catch on at the same time. “No... please no.”

“We couldn’t have been that drunk...”

“We probably were. It would explain why we can’t remember shit.”

“This is just too weird. You think one of us got arrested and robbed the handcuffs after getting let off or something?”

“I wouldn’t put it past us, Jake. Trust me.” Logan scans the handcuffs and notices there’s a little bit of... inappropriate stuff scattered on the metal. “All I know is that the station ain’t gonna want those back.”

“Well I want them off!” Jake points out, narrowing his eyes at his wife and practically blaming her with a skeptical look.

“Don’t be blaming me, babe. It’s not my fault.” Logan defends herself, holding her hands up in a surrendering manor. “Blame Nevada. Not your innocent wife.”

Jake smirks at that and keeps his eyebrows raised. Clearly he’s still suspicious. “Well then, Nevada done messed up. You think the key is in here?”

“I don’t know. It could be back at a police station.” Logan dares to point out, folding her arms idly.

Glancing around the junkyard of a room, Jake starts to panic a little when his eyes don’t spot the key to the cuffs. “That’s the last thing we want, Princess.”

“Oh my god...” Logan spots something scattered across the bedpost as she has been busy scanning everything else in the room. All their clothes are resting in all corners of the bedroom but something specific and sudden catches her eye.

Jake lifts his head at the worry in his wife’s voice, suddenly anxious himself. “What?”

“Jake... there’s two bras in this room.” Logan points out and Jake is annoyed that his worries were brought up like that for nothing. He obviously doesn’t take that revelation seriously.

“Princess, maybe you had the crazy idea to empty your suitcase and all your clothes flew out or something. That’s why there’s to. Cause I refuse to believe you were wearing two bras last night.”

“I wasn’t...” Logan admits and a horrible idea suddenly reaches her and she shivers at the thought. “Jake, I bet you stole that bra from the strip club or something.”

Actually offended, Jake leans back and furrows his brows at the crazy insinuation. “Now why would I choose to do that?”

“You were drunk. You don’t really get to choose.”

“Whatever. I’m tellin’ you I didn’t steal no stripper bras.” He mutters as he checks the nearest beside table and moves to look at the other one until he freezes when he spots something else strange on the other bedside table. “Oh fuck... not another thing.”

“What?”

Jake tilts his head towards the odd item. “On the table there. There’s a piece of paper.” He points directly to where the paper is resting on the beside table. “Can you fucking pick it up since I’m... your bitch now?” Jake swallows and cringes at the thought, even though what he said was meant to be a little unfunny joke.

Logan just scoffs and reaches for the note. Once she retrieves it, she can obviously tell it’s a letter directed to them but she can’t seem to recognise the handwriting. “It’s a letter.” She tells Jake before allowing her eyes to skim over the poorly executed letter. Whoever wrote this isn’t the best at writing nicely. The more she reads the words, the more her ocean eyes widen and the more she can’t push away that horrible idea that’s been looming over her mind since she saw that fucking bra on the bedpost.

This is so bad. “Oh my fucking god...” Logan curses under her breath, face palming hard from the shame.

“What is it? Show me.” Jake requests and Logan hands him the letter as she tries to process whatever the fuck it is she just read. Jake seems to develop a similar reaction as he reads through the note himself.

“Oh shit...”

The note was addressed to them from... extra company they must have had last night, the words being:

‘sorry i took off but ya girl is late for work. i had fun last night. you’re both VERY good and pay VERY nicely’

Logan feels like she’s struggling to breathe since her breath is catching in her throat so much. Jake just furrows his brows, not sure what to make of the situation.

“Looks like it wasn’t either of us doing all the work last night.” Jake points out at the wrong time, only to be rewarded with a pillow to the face, curtesy of his irritated wife. “Oh come on Lo...”

“Holy shit... how much did we spend on that bitch?!” Thats Logan’s reaction. That’s the first thing she thinks of.

“Wow. That’s the thing you’re worrying about?” Jake reacts, clearly amused but also really just as confused as Logan. He’s just better at hiding it.

“Jake... this isn’t funny. It’s gross. It’s wrong. Someone else was in this bed last night. Touching both of us. Kissing both of us. Fucking both of us. While you were in handcuffs and the worst part is... this was all with our fucking consent!” Logan rants, completely losing her mind and will to stay sane. The ache in her head and body is even worse than it was before and she’s so uncomfortable. Out of nowhere, Logan leaps off the bed and dusts her bare body off, as she dares to think about the thought of someone else having her hands on her that’s not Jake. She hates that so much. It almost feels like betrayal.

“Lo, what are you doing?” Jake asks, sitting up and watching Logan as she struggles to move across the room, as her legs are undeniably weak and her body isn’t willing to keep up with her. “Baby... you need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” Logan reacts, as she scans the room for any sort of clothing and when her eyes spot one of Jake’s solid black hoodies, she throws it on as quickly as possible, needing to feel covered in that moment. “I can’t stand that we did something like that Jake. How did I manage to watch someone else touch you and... do other stuff with you when I’m the only one supposed to be doing all that? It just pisses me off, babe.”

Jake smirks at the true meaning behind her anger. “Oh... so that’s why you’re pissed off?” He assumes, moving so he’s sat on the edge of the bed and closer to Logan, who has now moved back towards the bed and she’s now facing Jake. He wanted to snake his arms around her waist and pull her against him with reassuring intentions but the godforsaken cuffs hold him back.

“And the fact that we spent god knows how much money just for an extra hand which we don’t really need by the way.” Logan corrects, stroking Jake’s bare shoulders and moving closer to him herself since he can’t really guide her.

“That I can agree with, darlin’.” Jake’s smirk widens as he tilts his head so he can plant a small kiss on the end of Logan’s wrist. Such a sweet movement. “Listen, Princess, let’s just forget about that hooker that fucked us both by the way, not just me so you shouldn’t be complaining too much.”

Logan narrows her eyes at that comment. “Thin ice, Aragorn.”

“Got it.” Jake laughs, letting his smirk falter a little as he tries to reassure her. “Whatever happened last night, I don’t even remember it and neither do you so we won’t even know who it was that we invited over? So let’s not panic ok?”

Logan is silent for a moment but she knows she can’t stay hesitant. They still have to figure out what the fuck is going on, especially with everyone else. “Ok... that makes sense. I’m sorry.”

“It ain’t your fault. It’s never your fault.” Jake promises and Logan leans down to bring their lips together briefly. For a moment, Logan feels like her legs are about to give out and she accidentally manages to fall into Jake’s lap, causing that cocky smirk to cross his face one more. “Can you even walk?”

“Shut up. Remember you gotta walk out there in cuffs until we find the key so we both know who our friends will think the boss was last night.” Logan counters and Jake already knows he’s lost.

Carefully and cautiously, Jake and Logan exit their bedroom and enter the main area of the villa, probably where some of the gang ended up sleeping. They’re immediately met with all the familiar faces of their group, some awake and some still dozed off. Estela lies propped on the armrest of the couch, rubbing her eyes and exposing her exhaustion like everyone else. Quinn is sat on a kitchen counter with three empty bottles of water scattered around her and half full one placed in her grip. Craig is sprawled on the floor somewhere still sleeping, also snoring so damn obnoxiously and Zahra struggles not to laugh out loud. Diego is curled up at the end of the couch, sleeping soundly and peacefully. Zahra is flopped on a chair for one, her head rolled back and a black coffee in her hand. To everyone’s surprise and undying awkwardness, Sean and Michelle are sleeping closer to each other, as in cuddling with Sean’s arm wrapped around her waist and she’s curled up into his chest. They ain’t gonna be happy when they wake but you can only wanna know what happened to them last night as well. Furball is curled up on the kitchen counter, eyeing a stressed Quinn with concern as he tries nuzzling her to cheer her up. He’s such a precious little fox. Grace and Aleister are also coupled together in one of the beanbag chairs but Aleister doesn’t even look like himself. He looks just as much as mess as everyone else does.

Hm. So much for that no drinking and staying sane pact.

Above all, everyone just looks like they wanna collapse into an eternal sleep and like they can’t figure out what is going on, which sounds about right. The only strange thing is that Raj and Vaaryn are nowhere to be seen.

Jake and Logan go unnoticed for a while and she can tell that he’s hesitant to go in because of the jokes that will come out since he is still attached to cuffs. Either way, they gotta confront the group. So Logan just shoots Jake a look that tells him clearly to suck it up and move on, which he huffs at but obeys.

Logan rubs her eyes tiredly but letting her bare feet tap against the wooden floor as she walks towards the group, the sound of her footsteps alerting those who are awake, which is Quinn, Zahra and Estela. Jake follows behind lazily, keeping his attention away from everyone. He knows he won’t dare speak for the next few moments.

“Morning, guys.” Logan greets everyone, a yawn escaping her the moment she talks.

“Hey, Lo... sleep well?” Quinn questions politely, forming a weak smile.

“Honestly... I don’t remember.” Logan jokes but everyone knows she’s been undeniably serious because they all feel the same way.

“Oh my god. Same... I’ve got the worst headache.” Estela agrees, running her hands through her brunette hair out of stress.

“I swear I spent most of last night in total darkness.” Zahra jokes, once again with a hint of solemness.

“Yeah. I woke up this morning and I just didn’t know where I was. Turns out I was on top of the fridge.” Quinn responds, giggling as she chugs the bottle of water in her hand. Everyone watches her strangely as she does it. “For the hangover. Lo, come have a sip. It actually helps.

Logan takes a quick glance at Jake, who simply shakes his head at her in a pleading manor. He’s stood directly behind her so if she moves, the girls are gonna notice the cuffs.

“It’s fine, Quinn. I’ll pull through.” Logan smiles at her friend’s kindness but decides to protect Jake for the next five minutes.

“Hang on... something’s off.” Estela points out with a knowing smirk on her face.

Logan catches Estela’s gaze being fixated on her and she furrows her brows bewilderedly. “What is it?”

“Is Jake okay?” Estela asks, gesturing to the pilot.

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Well, for one. He’s not talking at all and two... he isn’t touching you at all while he’s talking to us like he’s usually does.” Estela tilts her head to the side and eyes Jake with wariness. “What gives, cabron?”

“Nope,” is all Jake manages to mutter and Logan rolls her eyes and steps simply to the side, revealing what Jake has been hiding since he walked in. The handcuffs. Immediately, Jake narrows his cerulean eyes at his wife. “Wow... traitor.”

Logan just scoffs, a smirk playing at her lips. “Ssh. You’re on lockdown.” She teases and Jake just huffs at that.

Estela, Quinn and Zahra gasp at what’s before them, desperately trying to hold back their laughter so they don’t wake anyone up. Yeah it don’t matter about Jake’s precious feelings. He got handcuffs on for crying out loud.

“Jake... want some advice? Take the damn cuffs off.” Estela advises as bluntly as possible.

“That’s rude. It’d be like putting down Logan’s pet.” Zahra retorts, scoffing mockingly at Jake.

“Shut the fuck up, Starbucks.” Jake snaps before turning his attention to Estela and seating himself in an empty space on the couch. “And I would’ve taken the damn cuffs off, Katniss. Trust me... but I can’t.”

“Aren’t they the fake ones?”

“Nope. They’re the real deal.”

“So... we can all figure out what you two did last night then, can’t we?” Quinn assumes, shooting Logan and Jake separate knowing winks.

“Um...”

“Don’t try and deny anything, McKenzie. All the signs are there.” Quinn stops Jake before he can protest, folding her arms confidently.

“What fucking signs... aside from the cuffs.” Jake enquires, eyebrows raised.

“Duh. Logan is wearing literally nothing but one of your hoodies. She’s placed her hair very carefully so that the hickeys and marks on her neck and arms aren’t visible but trust me, Lo, the leg ones are. And of course... the cuffs.” Zahra explains and it’s kinda scary how she knows so much about how to spot sex or whatever. “Looks like we found our local kinksters.”

“We don’t even remember what we did so it didn’t happen for us.” Logan jokes, her mind drifting back to the revelation from earlier.

“Oh man. Wonder what else you did then.” Zahra mutters, taking another sip of her coffee and letting out a satisfied sigh after each sip.

“You don’t wanna know.” Jake accidentally says his thoughts out, alerting everyone awake and causing their eyes to widen a little.

“Wait so you do know something. What...” Zahra questions a little too eagerly.

“You’re not supposed to be interested in mine and Logan’s sex life.” Jake counters firmly but Zahra just rolls her dark eyes.

“If it’s a night in Vegas, everyone is interested.”

Logan just rolls her sapphire eyes and heads for the bedroom, leaving Jake to break the news. Clearly she’s gone to retrieve the note or something but she still left Jake alone and leaving it up to him to tell the group something they would be a little too interested in.

“Agh, fine but you better shut the fuck up because Lo is having mixed feelings about it and by the way... we were drunk and we don’t remember it but it’s definitely true. Understand?” Jake finally relents, keeping himself calm and collected. Barely, however.

“We understand, Jake.” Estela accepts the boundaries in a overly exaggerated sarcastic tone.

“Ok...” Jake doesn’t know how to prepare himself for this. He sucks in a few sharp breaths and exhales as a way to calm himself down but nothing could prepare someone for an awkward moment like this - especially when the three girls are staring at him expectantly. “...last night, me and Princess somehow ended up... sharing a hooker.”

In that moment, everyone loses their goddamn minds, especially Quinn. “You had a threesome?!” Her high-pitched screeched execution of those words causes everyone in their surroundings to awaken and they catch the sound of the words as well so they jolt awake pretty quickly and immediately seem to be aware of where they are, which is much better than Logan’s slow start to the day. Those who were asleep have widened eyes and their jaws could easily be seen as mere memories on the floor, as well as Jake’s brain cells because he just lost them all in those last few seconds.

Meanwhile, as Michelle begins to get up, she realises how closely she slept to Sean and suddenly, her instincts kick in.

“Holy shit... what the fuck, Sean? Why is your hand there?” Michelle reacts by jolting up and almost hitting Sean in the face. She quickly brushes off his hand that lingers on her waist.

“Um... that wasn’t me. That was the alcohol in me.” Sean corrects, yawning as he speaks and exposing he natural exhaustion.

“You can’t be that touchy when you’re drunk.”

“Let’s just leave this as an awkward moment and move on.” Sean suggests and Michelle simply nods, moving further down the couch and stretching as an attempt to wake herself up.

Jake glances at Quinn with narrowed eyes, as Logan paces back with a confused look on her face to find everyone staring at her with puzzled looks. Jake did tell them to be cautious but Quinn completely tuned those words out. Furball has helpfully clasped his paw over Quinn’s mouth in order to prevent from reacting to anything else and luckily, it helps.

Logan freezes when she realises what’s going on and she grips the note in her hand rather tightly in order to calm her nerves. She paces over to everyone slowly, noticing that some people are still groggy but they somehow managed to hear the words anyway, even if they haven’t processed them.

“So...” Sean tries to start of the conversation smoothly.

“Did you guys hire a hooker last night?” Craig chimes in at the exact wrong time. Zahra swiftly whacks him on the head and Logan is just left dumbfounded. “Yo, Jake are those handcuffs? Damn...” Craig pipes up again, only to be silenced by another smack to the head, curtesy of Zahra.

“You need to shut up.

“Listen... we don’t even know how it happened. We just got this note with handwriting we didn’t recognise that’s talking about the fact we are very good and we pay very well. That’s all I can say because that’s all that’s repeating in my head a fucking million times.” Logan is clearly stressed and she paces over to Estela and hands her the note before walking over to Jake and leaning in to him.

Everyone passes the note around and reads it over. “Well that’s fun.” Michelle says in an obviously sarcastic tone. At least it better be.

“And it happened. What if the bitch comes back?” Logan is suddenly very panicky and Jake wishes he could help he more physically.

“Trust me, she won’t. What I learned last time I was in Vegas was if you pay her off, she never returns.” Zahra points out randomly and suddenly everyone is confused. “Don’t say anything about it. It’s too much of a story. Just take my advise because it’s good.”

“Well, judging by this, I’m guessing we’re gonna discover just how eventful last night really was. You guys remember anything?” Logan questions with curiosity lingering in her gaze.

“I should remember things but my brain isn’t working. I didn’t drink at all last night.” Aleister claims and it’s a trashy claim at best.

“That excuse isn’t working for you anymore. You probably ended up drinking the most.” Estela remarks, rolling her dark eyes at the Englishman.

“That’s a load of rubbish. I was the most presentable out of all you.”

“Maybe you should look in the mirror, Malfoy.”

“Wait! You did drink something, Al. I remember something after we took the shots, barely but I remember it.” Quinn announces, a smiling breaking out on her features as she’s pleased with herself since she remembers something.

Everyone finishes taking the shots and Aleister is already starting to develop a frustration with this entire situation. He just wants to go home and hang out with his soon-to-be-wife. He has no time for social banter, no matter how much he’s lectured about how necessary it is. This is his life and he intends to take control.

While all the others drink out of their shots, Aleister tosses his behind him, not paying attention to where exactly the alcohol would land and destination is definitely bad.

“What the fuck?!” A female voice calls out from a distance after feeling a liquid infecting her. Everyone follows the echo apart from Aleister.

“Oh shit, Al. Look what you did.” Michelle points out, gesturing behind Aleister where a stripper has paused her dancing and... well stripping to examine the drink that has spread on she leg. “You hit the stripper.”

“She probably thinks it’s oil or something.” Craig jokes, taking another shot of the tray and chugging it down.

“Or the sweat of the people watching her so closely.” Zahra joins in with the inside joke and that results to her and Craig high fiving eagerly, proud of their instinctive banter.

“Pretty sure that would be your sweat on her since you two are the horniest in this whole damn club.” Sean retorts, folding his arms and sustaining a knowing smirk on his features.

“Wait... what? A stripper?” Aleister reacts, tilting his head only to find a stripper on the stage looking down at him, pointing to the liquid on her leg.

“It’s a little rude to say out loud.” The stripper states solemnly, hands on her hips and a sassy expression fixed on her face.

“No offence?” is all Aleister manages to respond with.

“None taken.” The stripper accepts his shitty apology, shrugging her shoulders idly. “Did your drink fall out of your hands or did you disrespect me on purpose?” She suddenly questions, eyebrows raised skeptically.

“I... I had no intention of hitting you. I just didn’t want the drink.”

“So you had to throw it?” The stripper challenges, tilting her head to the side and it’s clear she isn’t buying it. “So you did throw it on purpose.”

“Excuse me... lady!” Grace pipes up, pointing sharply at the stripper, who looks down at them from the stage, barely clothed. “You have no right to accuse my fiancé of anything.”

The stripper is suddenly intrigued by hearing the word ‘fiance’. “Why you would let your supposable fiancé sniff around strip clubs? It’s a little worse if you join him.”

“You just had to mention the fiancé part, didn’t ya Grace?” Jake calls Grace out on her mistake and she just blocks him out, rolling her chestnut eyes back in annoyance.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be talking, Aragon.” Logan tells Jake as nicely as possible, resting her finger on his lips for a few seconds before dragging it over his lower lip agonisingly slowly, affecting Jake a little too much.

Jake leans in and nuzzles her neck as revenge. “Looks like were gonna get a little sidetracked. Besides I am booked in for a private show.” He teases, lifting his head and planting a lingering kiss on Logan’s lips.

“Something tells me that I’m before you.”

Meanwhile, Grace is still attempting to save her own fiancé from getting a drink tossed back at him. He ain’t holding up well.

“Just don’t assume anything. He’s just annoyed. He didn’t wanna hit you.” Grace defends Aleister once more and the stripper doesn’t seem to interested anymore.

“Whatever... as long as he wasn’t disrespecting my position. I don’t care.” The stripper responds before finally leaving and going back to doing what she does best.

“Pretty sure were only appreciating your position, girl.” Craig exclaims, waving his hands in the air eagerly and Zahra joins in and they it soon escalates into a little dance party. The vibrant colours on his shirt match the rainbow spotlights that are bouncing off his shirt ever so often.

Once Aleister finally finds the will to speak again, he merely swerves around and says the words they’ve all been waiting for and definitely expecting. “Oh, whatever. I’m having a drink.” Aleister finally relents, swiping the rest of the shots off the tray and chugging them in a matter of seconds.

Who’s ready for a long long long night?

“Oh shit... yeah. Al, you did drink.” Sean remembers... sort of. “Well at least that makes sense since you’re just as much of a mess as we are.”

“I refuse to believe that I would ignore my own oath.” Aleister claims once more, running a hand through his tousled platinum hair.

“Chill, Malfoy. I don’t blame you. I’d wanna drink if I got owned by a stripper.” Jake jokes but once again, he is the only one laughing. No one is in the joking mood right now.

“Wait... that stripper. What if it’s the same one you supposedly had a threesome with?” Quinn suggests and that’s actually the smartest thing she’s said all morning.

“Not a bad shout, Ariel, but it’s still something I don’t ever wanna speak of.” Jake retorts, exhaling sharply and everyone understands immediately.

“Can we talk about something else then?” Zahra questions, looking directly at Craig’s face for some reason.

“Yeah sure.” Diego agrees, finally speaking up. Seems like he’s only just truly woken up. He tilts his head a little, looking as if he’s searching for someone.

“Craig... why do you have a drawn on mustache on your face?” Zahra enquires, barely containing her laughter and everyone is so startled when they realised they’ve only just noticed this now.

“Dude what?! I’m too young to die!” Craig exclaims and it almost makes no sense. He uses his hands to search his face and he almost screams aloud when his fingers finally brush over the moustache and a cringed look overtakes his features. “Oh no... I’m Mario!”

“No Craig, you’re Inked Luigi.” Estela corrects and rightfully so.

“I’m ashamed I thought that was real.” Grace mutters under her breath and she facepalms hard.

“Um... Velma...” Jake begins but Grace raising her eyebrows at the new nickname makes him shut up for a moment.

“...Velma? Oh my god... it only gets worse with you, Jake. Logan... you poor soul.” Grace exaggerates with sympathy as she lets her shoulders slump back and her apologetic brown eyes dig into Logan’s skull, it almost hurts.

“At least she got one who’s very ambitious when he’s drunk.” Zahra chimes in, raising her coffee proudly towards Jake and shooting him a mocking wink. Jake simply rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the stupid comment.

“I was gonna point out, Velma, that you have... a tattoo.” Jake points out, his voice a little shaky and everyone suddenly falls silent when they realise it too.

All of the group are already very aware of how Grace feels about tattoos. They make her anxious and full of worry for reasons no one can really understand. It’s mostly down to her mother and how she would react knowing that Grace has cursed her skin or whatever. It’s obvious that Grace has a habit of overthinking things so no one is ready for her reaction on this particular situation.

No matter what however, she can’t change the outcome. She has a tattoo. It’s actually true. A real tattoo. Worst part is, it rests on the most noticeable part of her body and the group are actually cursing themselves for not spotting it sooner. It’s actually kind of pretty but still, even if it is the most beautiful thing in the world, Grace will hate and worry about it. No one can win. It’s a inked deep red rose engraved on the side of Grace’s forehead, outlining her head shape and edge of her eye. Seems like dark brown, tousled curls have been covering it but since she decided to move them out the way, a more likely chance came of noticing it.

Now here we are and the reaction is bound to be deadly.

“Oh crap... Jake please tell me this is just one of your pathetic jokes.” Grace pleads, an expected hint of anxiety in her chestnut eyes.

Jake is slightly offended by her comment, even if that wasn’t the original intention. “Well, shit, Grace. I was actually feeling sorry for you. Not anymore. I even called you by your actual name. Fuck that ever happening again, Lisa Simpson.”

Estela just huffs at Jake’s pettiness. “In other words, no, this is not one of those pathetic jokes.”

That’s when Grace starts to panic. She’s about to lose her mind. She leaps out of Aleister’s embrace and rushes towards the nearest mirror and she gasps, startled by the sight before her. It still hasn’t truly hit her yet. That’s not real is all she wants to tell herself. Some of the group are eyeing her with concern but others are just dying to laugh. The sympathetic ones consist of Aleister, Quinn, Sean and Michelle but everyone else can barely contain their laughter.

Grace grazes her hand over the tattoo, not realising or paying attention to the fact that it actually looks really cute. “Oh my god... this is so bad. My mom is gonna strangle me!”

“Grace, you’re 23. What exactly can your mom say or do?” Michelle dares to ask and Grace narrows her dark eyes at the owner of such a stupid enquire.

“Everything, Michelle! She will judge and mock and bring out a kitchen knife!” Now everyone is aware of Grace’s irrational thinking and they need to find a way to calm her.

“Darling, I’m sure your mother wouldn’t do that. Maybe she’ll have an opinion but you can always get it removed.” Aleister suggests and when Grace forms a deep scowl, it also practically burns through his skill once she’s glancing at him. It’s like a fucking laser and Grace is pretty damn relentless when she’s angry.

“But it’s still here now, isn’t it Aleister? If somehow I ended up getting a tattoo and Jake and Logan were provoked to have a threesome, who knows what other crazy shit we got into last night?” Grace explains and she’s clearly not wrong. They could have got into a lot of trouble last night, especially with the possibility that someone got arrested.

“What about my moustache? You didn’t mention that.” Craig points out and Grace merely rolls her eyes.

“Maybe she didn’t mention it because it isn’t that crazy for you, Craig.” Michelle responds and Craig shrugs his shoulders, playing with the drawn on moustache that lingers above his mouth.

“I am pretty proud of it though. I could be the Moustache Man!” Craig exclaims excitedly, throwing his arms in the air and almost knocking Zahra’s coffee clean out of her hands. He was about five seconds from being dead.

Zahra forms a skeptical glare. “If I lost that damn coffee, you and your precious moustache would be cut up in slices, ready to be served outside a fucking trashy restaurant right now.” Her threat was slowly spoken but still affective.

“Hey, that’s pretty funny though, Drax. I’ll give ya that. That way we can have Moustache Man and Mimosa Man.” Jake counters, his natural smirk forming on his lips and he’s pretty surprised that no one else is making fun of the cuffs he’s still trapped in. They probably are in their heads. Suddenly, Jake realises something as he surveys the room. Someone is missing. “By the way, speaking of mimosas... where the hell is Raj? Thought I would have heard him talk by now.”

Processing Jake’s comment, everyone scans their surroundings, realising Raj is nowhere to be seen. “Oh yeah. How did we not realise?”

“Um... guys. I can’t see Vaaryn either.” Diego points out, concern flooding his gaze as he tries to search for his beloved.

“Hm... lets look around for them. I mean... they gotta be here somewhere right?” Logan suggests and everyone nods along, hesitantly and slowly rising from where they rest and searching their surroundings for any signs of Raj and Vaaryn.

It’s pretty clear that they couldn’t have gone far. If they were even half as drunk as everyone else last night then they would be crawling around like everyone else and struggling to even balance their consciousness and keep it together. Their memories are also probably fragmented from all the alcohol they must have consumed but if they get lucky, they might have been sober enough to wake up early and go get everyone food or something even better. No, nothing sounds better than food right now.

Soon enough, no one has any luck in the living room so they result to checking all the rooms in the villa. They have no success until one member of the group opens a door and finds something shocking on the inside.

“Ok... me and Quinn are gonna check the bathroom!” Sean announces before idly pacing over towards the bathroom and he carefully grasps the handle and whispers something to himself before he enters. “Please oh please, god don’t let me find Raj or Vaaryn taking a shit or anything because that would just be... traumatising.”

Barely catching his words, Quinn scoffs mockingly, still carrying a water in her hand. “Sean... just so you know... I’ll never be able to get that image out of my head now.”

Realising, Sean facepalms hard. “Me neither. Alright I’m going in.”

Twisting the door knob, Sean swings the bathroom door open, stunned by what he sees inside at first. He doesn’t realise that it’s about to get worse. Sean and Quinn’s eyes widen with confusion at the sight of Raj cowered in the bath, shaking and grasping the edges of the bath as he eyes something in the distance with complete and utter fear. He hasn’t even spotted his friends yet. The dude is paralysed.

Careful and concerned, Quinn approaches Raj and alerts him of her presence. Immediately, he remains silent and doesn’t really know to say. “Hey Raj. Sleep well?”

Raj runs a hand through the black curls of his hair, struggling to stop his shock from showing. “Quinn...” He begins in a harsh whisper. Meanwhile, Sean watches on, arms folded and mind stacked with confusion. “...I want you to look to your right as slowly as possible and don’t freak out when you see the beast.”

“...What?” Quinn reacts, completely bewidlered.

“Do it.”

Hesitantly, Quinn obeys and Sean follows through as well, as both pairs of eyes drift to stare in the right direction and those eyes widen when they see the cause behind Raj’s undying fear.

“Holy shit.” Sean says in a lowered whisper, since his breath has caught in his throat so he can’t find the strength to react loudly.

“Is that a damn tiger?”

Indeed it is. It’s an actual tiger. Born and bred in Vegas. A tiger. This is just... what the fuck? It’s a tiger resting on the tiled floor of the master bathroom, taking in the luxuries of the villa and just enjoying it. The creature looks relaxed and unfazed by the presence of Raj, Quinn and Sean but they are undeniably concerned and frightened by the presence of this predator.

“Is that... real?” is the only amount of words Sean can muster up and he finds himself shaking at the sight of the tiger.

“Of course it’s real, dumbass. I don’t see a fucking mascot.” Quinn snaps in a harsh whisper, moving to grab Raj out of the bath and help him out the room. This is why he was so trapped. But he pulls back, clearly too scared to leave.

“No! It can smell my fear.”

“Raj, why didn’t you call us before? We would have helped you.” Sean questions, furrowing his brows.

“I would have but I was sure you were asleep so I didn’t wanna disturb you.” Raj admits and everyone appreciates his politeness but he still should have said something. “Besides, this thing might have gotten scared and jumped out at me.”

“Well how about we stop stalling and get the hell out of here instead of giving this tiger more time to swallow us all?” Sean suggests and both Quinn and Raj nod along, with Raj needing extra guidance as he prepares to escape the bath, which is thankfully done without fuss.

“What do we do now? Run for our lives?” Quinn wonders, shrugging her shoulders as she remains startled by how much the tiger stares them down.

“Sounds about right.”

With that, they all exit the bathroom as quickly as possible.

They barely make it out the bathroom without the tiger managing to take a hit at any of them since it seems to now be startled by the fact that they were trying to escape and managed it. They’re all rightfully scarred now and they know that whatever they did last night has to be fucking horrible because how did they manage to get a fucking tiger in the damn bathroom?

On heavy feet and heavy breaths, Raj, Sean and Quinn rally the group back together and try to calm themselves as they try to tell the others about this damn tiger.

“Guys... first of all we found Raj.” Quinn clarifies before easing the group into the next dangerous part. “Any luck on Vaaryn?”

“No... we may need to retrace our steps to find out where he is.” Estela admits, scratching her jaw thoughtfully and it looks like she’s trying to prepare a plan.

“We could try visiting a police station. See if they know if any of us got arrested because how else would we have got those cuffs—“

“Okay guys, I know this is stressful but we are not done!” Quinn interrupts them but they practically cut her off first.

“Sorry... what else?”

“Um... Raj could probably the calmest saying it.” Sean suggests and Raj takes that as a compliment but he can’t find a smile.

Raj clears his throat and lets out a heavy sigh before revealing the crazy information. “THERE’S A DAMN JUNGLE CAT IN THE BATHROOM!” Clearly not as calm as everyone initially expected.

“Wait what? A tiger? A real life tiger? Like the one off the Jungle Book or Aladdin?” Diego reacts, his jaw stranded on the floor.

“Yes! A real life Sher Khan!” Raj confirms, his hands messing with his dark hair and tousling it even more.

“Hold on... I need proof. Let me check this out.” Jake points out and he makes his way into the bathroom, the cuffs still attached to his wrists.

“Remember if he gets you, you can’t save yourself with your hands!” Logan calls out to him and Jake sticks his tongue out at her before entering the bathroom.

His cerulean eyes immediately widen at the sight and after one second, he comes back out and closes the door behind him, stunned by what he’s just seen but also really amused.

“Well shit... Abu looks hungry.” Jake makes a joke but it isn’t come off well because of its lack of accuracy.

“Abu’s the monkey in Aladdin.” Diego corrects and Jake rolls his eyes, elbowing Diego in the head as he paces past him.

“Forget about the fucking tiger, you won’t believe what I just found.” Zahra announces, her eyes glued to her phone and everyone immediately eyes her with eagerness and curiosity.

“What’s so important that we just forget about a jungle cat being in our fucking bathroom?!” Sean questions sarcastically, folding his arms as he wanders behind Zahra and checks out what’s on her phone screen.

“I found messages from the group chat last night from about 3am. Clearly we weren’t all together the entire time. This should give us an idea about what’s going on.” Zahra explains and everyone seems intrigued by the idea so they all gather around Zahra’s phone and she makes sure that everyone can see. “You are not ready for this.”

Logan: wassup bitches 😉

Estela: yo lo!

Estela: ha... i just realised i just made a word

Estela: yolo! 😝

Jake: well guess we can guess who the most drunk here is

Quinn: obviously u jake

Quinn: im not drunk

Jake: that’s what drunk ppl say

Craig: guys! you won’t be able to guess what i just did 😱

Zahra: everything u do is impossible to guess

Craig: that just says that everything i do is mindblowing 🤯

Aleister: i love u guys

Jake: i love u too malfoy

Jake: youve always been my fave 🥰

Jake: don’t tell princess 😉

Logan: wow jake 😂

Diego: catch that betrayal 🤭

Aleister: i know i say i hate u all but i really love u and grace, u r the most gracious creature on the planet

Estela: omg aleister is drunk shakespeare 😆

Grace: awww, hun that’s so sweet 💕 ily2

Zahra: ewwww barf 🤮

Raj: oh come on z that’s true love 😃

Zahra: my ass 🍑

Aleister: grace u r my princess 💗

Jake: woah malfoy too far

Jake: u can’t go round stealin my nicknames

Aleister: oh im dreadfully sorry jake 😞

Jake: its ok ima let it slide cuz ily 😘

Logan: jake r u ok

Jake: yeh princess im coooooolll

Jake: this hooker just gave me her number

Logan: wtf 😯

Estela: Oooooooo

Jake: i don’t know what to do with it

Logan: throw it away dumbass 😠

Jake: but what if i wanna make the sex Darlin

Grace. what is goin on

Raj: im struggling to figure that out

Logan: you only make the sex with me 🤫

Diego: 😂😂😂😂 yeh jake lo owns u

Jake: oh yeh... btw

Jake: 🍆

Logan: wha?

Estela: this is disturbing

Estela: on the bright side i just found a pretty ladybug

Aleister: jake r u eating an eggplant?

Jake: nah princess is 😉

Aleister: is it tasty

Logan: were debating al

Aleister: can i debate with u

Raj: don’t do that al or I swear u will lose your vision

Aleister: well im eating chicken so

Aleister: 🍗

Craig: guys... i still haven’t told ya bout what I did 🥺

Quinn: sorry craig what did you do

Zahra: i bet it was something stupid 🤔

Craig: I SWALLOWED A ROCK 🤪

Zahra: i was right

Diego: how did you manage that

Craig: i swallowed it

Jake: logan is swallowing something rn

Quinn: jake will u stop with that

Estela: srsly or i will cut your eggplant off myself

Aleister: it’s rude to ruin someone’s food

Aleister: don’t destroy jake’s eggplant before logan gets to eat it

Logan: itd be nice if we didn’t talk about this guys 👍

Quinn: ok fine back to craig

Diego: yeh Craig before I meant like how did it happen

Craig: oh this dude dared me to do it and ya’ll know I don’t go back on dares

Zahra: maybe that’s why your brain don’t work craiggers

Craig: my brain works fine z

Zahra: sure 😐

Craig: that emoji looks a little negative

Zahra: how did you guess

Craig: my brain is just that good

Raj: where’s meech and sean at

Jake: michelle is out there probably swallowing sean’s eggplant

Aleister: im sure sean’s eggplant is delicious

Diego: can ya’ll stop sayin eggplant

Jake: 🍆

Diego: y jake

Jake: i didn’t say it

Grace: srsly wha if meech and sean are off somewhere together

Quinn: I wouldn’t put it past them 😂

Quinn: and i just got my fifth phone number tonight

Raj: another one?? 😲

Craig: how are u doin that q?! 😱

Craig: you must have a secret!!

Quinn: nothin much I just think the strippers like me

Zahra: they probably think you’re one of them

Craig: or they think u got good money

Logan: i need jesus

Jake: I am jesus

Jake: you already got me 😉

Logan: nvm i need a new husband

Craig: pick me! plz!!

Jake: hands off craigslist

Sean: sup fuckers!

Estela: rude

Estela: -brings out machete-

Grace: 😂😂😂

Raj: oh shit estela is armed!!

Sean: sorry estela

Estela: sure you are

Logan: where the fuck are you sean

Sean: im at the chapel 😃

Logan: wtf are you doin at the chapel 🤔

Quinn: omg is someone getting married 😱

Quinn: i call maid of honour!

Craig: and i call godfather

Aleister: craig that’s babies 👶

Sean: yeh someone is gettin married

Sean: and I want u guys to watch 😂

Michelle: hey butches

Michelle: oh i can’t spell 😂

Grace: you all need to greet each other cleanly

Raj: you all really do need jesus

Raj: anything that isn’t jake jesus

Jake: couldn’t be fucked growin that damn dumbledore beard anyway

Estela: diego’s castaway look is more like a jesus

Diego: hey! that isn’t how i would describe it

Logan: meech r u with sean

Michelle: yeh y

Logan: wtf r u guys doing

Michelle: oh we’re getting married 😊

Logan: what 😮

Jake: 💀

Quinn: omg can i be your maid of honour

Michelle: sure you’d have to get here quick tho cuz the ceremony is bout to start 😃

Estela: this is so weird 😑

Sean: im gonna be a daddy

Aleister: once again that’s babies 👶

Zahra: he’s still technically gonna be a daddy to someone 😂

Craig: oh my god this is so cool 😎

Craig: my boi is finally growing up

Raj: r u sure this is legal

Sean: yeh it’s vegas

Diego: I can already see this turning into runaway bride 😂

Logan: r u sure this is ok and u wanna do that

Michelle: idk

Logan: then y r u doin it

Michelle: for fun?

Sean: can’t talk no more guys the ceremony is about to start 🤫

Jake: 🍆

Aleister: 🍆

“Ok... what the hell is that?” Logan questions, covering her mouth with her hand out of shock. “Michelle and Sean... got married?”

“Oh my god... please tell me that really didn’t happen.” Michelle pleads, running her hands through her ombré hair in order to expose her stress and worry.

That’s when Raj notices something glimmering on Michelle’s finger, reflected and highlighted by the sunlight from outside which makes it more clear to the naked eye.

“Um, Meech. There’s a ring on your finger.” Raj points out calmly and Michelle immediately moves her finger so the ring is in her sight. It looks very expensive and that’s only one thing that scares her.

“Oh no...” Sean reacts, facepalming hard and burying his face in his hands out of shame.

“Well this is just fucking great.” Grace complains, pacing back and forth with her hands behind her head as she tries to process everything that has happened in the last what 15 minutes? “So let me get this straight... Sean and Michelle got married, Jake and Logan had a threesome, Craig got a drawn on moustache, I got a tattoo, there’s a tiger in the bathroom and we can’t find Vaaryn.” Grace pauses for a moment, out of breath and it gives her a second to realise something. “We’re in deep shit, guys.”

i just hope this makes sense and isn’t too much too fast. also hope that texting scene wasn’t too long. I think it was and i always appreciate feedback :)

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stopforamoment · 6 years

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“One Thing” (2 of 10)

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,320 Rating: M for Language Triggers: References to the Need for ALICE Training and School Lockdown Drills Author’s Note: Thank you to all the amazing artists whose work got me through a *really* long semester and TRR break. This is my little thank you to all of you. This series is partly to deal with my constant fears about gun violence in the United States, especially in schools. Chapters are named after songs I was listening to at the time because I’m real original like that. This one is “One Things” by Finger Eleven. *Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. Summary: Mrs. Rinda Parks is in Valtoria for one semester as part of a teacher exchange program. She makes some friends, makes an enemy, and of course does not make the best first impression with the tall, dark, and handsome Head of Security for the Royal Guard.

*The “Keep Reading” link should be here!

Rinda looked around and saw the tired teachers roll their eyes and chat amongst themselves. Normally she would join in. August in-services were the worst. Every year it was the same: it was hot, she wasn’t ready for summer to end, and she always procrastinated and had A LOT of prep work left to do. However, this year it was different. She was in a Cordonian duchy called Valtoria, on a semester-long teacher exchange program. Part of the reason she was chosen was because of a new Cordonian initiative on school safety. Rinda shook her head sadly as she glanced around the room. They were about to receive basic lockdown information and an explanation of ALICE active shooter response training, but Rinda could tell many of the teachers thought a three-day workshop was overkill. Fuck. Even American slang was violent. There was never a school shooting in Cordonia, so they didn’t know. Queen Riley Rys knew. Anyone from America—especially any teacher or parent—knew that these trainings were the new normal. Part of Rinda wanted to scream at these teachers for their naivete while another part of her envied their innocence. Mr. Kakos, the newly promoted school “security officer” (Rinda always used mental finger quotes around Kakos’ title when she thought of him), nervously cleared his throat and welcomed the teachers back. There were a few groans and a smatter of applause. Rinda shot a glance to Laura, another teacher she was becoming friends with. Rinda muttered under her breath “Oh God. Please tell me Kakos isn’t doing this training.” Laura quietly laughed. “Lesson one. How to lock yourself out of your office.” Rinda snickered and added on: “Step two, how misplace your laptop that isn’t password protected. God, whose dick did he ride to get this job?” She covered her mouth and bit into her finger, desperately trying to stifle her laughter. Rinda didn’t make a good first impression with Kakos. On her second day she was about to wave her ID to unlock the door and enter the school when he came running up, ordering her to hold the door for him. Because she was new, Rinda didn’t recognize him and wouldn’t let him in. She calmly explained that if he would give her his name she would find another staff member to come to the door and let him in. Kakos’ face turned purple with rage as he snarled “Don’t you know who I am? I AM THE SECURITY OFFICER!” Rinda stood in silent shock, unsure if he was fucking with her, if this was part of a secret safety assessment exercise, or he was a complete ass. In the past week Rinda was beginning to realize it was the latter. Actually, that wasn’t quite right. He was a complete and total incompetent ass. Suddenly a shadow loomed over Rinda and Laura, and they heard a cough of disapproval behind them that immediately silenced their giggles. Rinda turned around and saw a tall man in a suit shaking his head with disgust. Shit, thought Rinda. So much for making a good impression—and I’m the one who is supposed to help with the school’s safety program. She gave the tall stranger a sheepish grin, mouthed a “sorry,” and turned back to face Kakos. Mr. Kakos continued on . . . “and it is my pleasure to announce today’s presenter, Mr. Bastien Lykel, Head of Security for the Cordonian Royal Guard.” The tall man behind then began to walk toward the stage. “Oh . . . fuck” Laura whispered. “You think?” Rinda groaned in a hoarse whisper. “I’m the one who was invited by the queen and is supposed to help promote this stuff. And I’m the one who just got reprimanded by the FUCKING HEAD OF SECURITY for the Royal Guard. Yeah, ‘fuck’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.” “No,” said Laura. “Just. Look at him.” Now that he was in front of the room Rinda got a better look at and gave an appreciative laugh. “Okay, yeah. Tall, dark, and handsome. I’ll give you that.” Laura shot her a disapproving look. “I know you miss Jameson, but my God. Would you just stop for a moment and LOOK AT HIM? I mean. Fuck . . . me . . . please.” Rinda flashed Laura a wicked grin. “Maybe tomorrow you’d like to sit at the front of the class? Stay after school to get some extra credit?” Laura shrugged her shoulders. “Works for me.” Bastien had a deep voice and commanding presence that immediately silenced the room. “I know that today is meant to be an introduction with an overview of lockdown procedures, but I would actually like to begin with some basic self-defense moves so I can see where we’re all at. I’ll need a couple of volunteers . . .” Rinda groaned and did the obligatory hand raise. Time to make nice with Mr. Bastien Lykel of the King’s Royal Guard.

. . . . .

The Cordonian Teacher Exchange was Queen Riley’s idea. The focus of her reign was education, and since it was important to her that Cordonian teachers exchange ideas with educators from other countries, the exchange between Mrs. Rinda Parks from the United States and Ms. Sarah Mellis from Cordonia came to fruition. Part of the education reform included increased school security, and that’s why Queen Riley convinced King Liam that Bastien should be in charge of training that week. Although Bastien had years of self-defense and active shooter training, he wasn’t as familiar with school safety. But that didn’t matter. Queen Riley asked, and they both knew that he was still indebted to her. Besides, Valtoria Primary School was part of the pilot program, and King Liam and Queen Riley Rys would be visiting the school in October. This was also a chance for Bastien to begin security preparations. But first he had to get through this three-day summer workshop with a gym full of educators who thought he could teach them how to save the world. Bastien shook his head. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to teach in America. He knew the stress of keeping people safe and the toll it took. But for him it was a calling, an honor to protect his King. These teachers? No. They shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of responsibility.

. . . . .

After the first day of training Bastien got back to his temporary office, shrugged off his suit coat and loosened his tie. It was only Monday, and he had two more days. He shook his head. Actually, the training wasn’t so bad. The teachers were responsive to the training and a few showed real potential. It was Kakos who was the problem. Fucking incompetent ass. Bastien chuckled when he thought about the teachers in the back row who were cracking jokes about Kakos and laughing. Bastien had leaned in to hear what they were saying, and it made him shake his head, knowing what they were whispering about Kakos was probably true. Even the hiring process and his quick promotion were questionable, so Kakos was another thing Bastien needed to investigate this week.

Bastien remembered snorting with disgust at Kakos—a sound he immediately tried to hide with an ineffective cough. He thought about the look of panic when one of them turned around and saw him, and how she immediately raised her hand when he later asked for a volunteer. She had grabbed her friend, forcing the other teacher to join them at the front of the room. Bastien couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow and pointedly thanking the ladies for being so willing to volunteer. He saw them squirm, knowing that he now had their full attention, while Kakos gave a triumphant grin. Yes, Bastien thought. He could manage the teachers. It was Kakos who was going to be a problem.

#bastien lykel #choices trr #rinda parks

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chattingwiththelightkeeper · 4 years

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Dew, Dungeons, Rico Suave And...Narcissism?

In college when my gaggle of friends was heading out for a wild night of drinking (pitchers upon pitchers of Mtn Dew), I would joke “all the women will want me tonight, they just do not know it yet”. Let me explain why this is exceptionally laughable. I was and still am a nerdy guy, so when the group would head up to the local watering-hole beverages and conversations, our discussions were often on things that we knew would get the ladies all hot and bothered. A couple of the best debates that still stand out in my mind were the causes of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald and the other was if the United States should have had a Nurenburg type trial for the leaders of the confederacy after the Civil War. Besides such sexciting arguments, the group of us might also be found playing a simulating game with dice. I bet many of you are thinking we probably had a secret craps table in the back where we would rake in the dough by running an illegal gambling parlor but no that is so not it. Now it did involve something that might sound lifestyle-related, dungeons but when dragons are added to that, I think you understand why my joke is indeed funny. My college wisecrack did cause me to remember a frustration that has been shared with me on more than a few occasions.

The frustration that was shared is some d-type bloggers, here on Tumblr as well as other platforms, and in groups on FetLife, often mistake a submissive who reaches out with a question, a thought, or simply looking for conversation as the s-type “hitting on” them. There is a dominant that is active, much more active than I, in the local community where I am who will tell anyone who will listen that submissives who are asking questions are hitting on him. This person does have a very unique mind shaken but not stirred with a side of narcissism. I do believe that online some individuals claim the d-type moniker but do so because they are looking for a way to cover up or hide their narcissism.

This caused me to think a bit more about submission and one of the complaints that s-types share about failed relationships is they discovered that their ex was not a dominant but just a plain old narcissist. So when I poured my thoughts into my martini shaker, this is what poured out:

First. Tap, tap, tap, is this thing on? Attention all dominants out there in the Tumblverse, other blogging platforms, and fashionable FetLIfe, never assume that a submissive who reached out to you wants more than a question answered or conversation. While I do not claim to know what submissives want, I can assure everyone that no submissive is going to want anyone based upon their posts and if a dominant was approached by someone ‘in love’ with them because of the content of their blog, that should be a red flag for crazy. So dominant bloggers and FetLife posters, do not assume a question, comment, or request for conversation is anything more than just that, and should someone blatantly say otherwise, run Forest run because the bat shit crazy flag is flying. Lastly, if I knew what submissives wanted, I would not be here, instead, I would be on a book tour while my ramblings, published by Prestige Worldwide, flew out the doors of Amazon distribution centers landing on the porches of s-types everywhere.

Secondly, how do you know if someone is just a self-absorbed asshat or a full-on trump card playing narcissist? I thought I would share six thoughts that might be like a lighthouse helping to navigate the waters between asshat shoals and narcissistic cliffs.

1. They are controlling versus in control. This is one that can be hard to judge here in the lifestyle because there is a myth that d-types are ‘always in control’. Everyone I believe has things they are not completely in control of. Using myself as an example, I am struggling with handling my work and non-work balance. Thankfully I am blessed with a friend who are helping me with this. A narcissist must always be in control of everything and possibly even more important everyone. I think that a great question a submissive could ask of a d-type is when was the last time you felt a bit out of control in life, how did you handle it, and what thing(s) are you currently working on getting a better handle on?

2. Empathy is something that is a no go with a narcissist. For whatever reason, they just cannot understand that other people would feel differently than they do. I remember a former coworker who failed to understand why another peer asked for a week off following the death of a parent. I can still remember them saying, “What’s the big deal? My Mom died and only took time off for the funeral.” A potential question for someone is, what causes are you passionate about? How do you help make your community a better place? Odds are you will not find a narcissist helping at an animal shelter, soup kitchen, or ringing a bell by a Red Kettle in the cold.

3. Narcissists have but one favorite subject and they will want to talk about this one a lot, like all the time, themselves. Now it may be hard to determine if a person is simply self-absorbed or narcissistic but either way who wants a person so hung up on themselves in their life? For submissives, I feel that a dominant will want to listen and not listen just to reply but listen to understand. So rather than have a question to ask for this, I think a great indicator is to observe with a critical eye how a d-type listens.

4. The narcissist lives in a blissful place where their way is the only correct way. They will quickly point out when others are doing whatever it is wrong simply because they are not doing it as the narcissist does. There is only one way to do everything, the narcissist's way. A great question to probe this is, tell me something you learned from listening to/watching someone who does things 180 degrees different than you?

5. One thing that I believe is a key part of a D/S relationship is that it is not based on a dominant taking and a submissive continuously giving but it is a partnership that is a team. The d and s types work together to make the whole, better and stronger, by setting aside themselves at times to further the team of dominant and submissive. A narcissist cannot be a teammate and they certainly cannot give of themselves to make a submissive grow. The narcissist is very much like the lampooned dumbinant who is solely focused on their wants and needs, expecting the submissive to continuously labor on the dumbinant’s desires. A great question to ask a dominant is, tell me about a time in a past relationship where you set aside something you wanted in order to help your submissive shine, and how did it turn out?

6. As I am typing this one, I have the sound of Frank Sinatra in my head “Mistakes, I have made a few…” but that simple line by Ol’ Blue Eyes is something that a narcissist would choke on if they were singing karaoke because they see themselves as incapable of making mistakes. This does not mean things do not go wrong in a narcissist’s life but when they do, they are always someone else’s fault. They will be able to justify anything that has going bump in their life as the result of another person’s wrongdoing. This is a great question to ask because if the answer is filled with the misdeeds of others, it is a huge clue that “Houston we have a problem”. So the question is, please tell me the five biggest mistakes you have made as a dominant (trust me d-types are human and we do screw up often)?

I think it is important that those who are active on lifestyle sites and on the d-side of life, remember that when s-types reach out it is not because you are Rico Suave but because a person may have a question, comment, or just seek conversation. This caused my mind to wonder if some of these people are just self-absorbed, full-blown narcissists, or somewhere in between but I hope that the above six questions might help someone identify a narcissist before they can complicate a person’s life, to put it mildly.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

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Yard Trolls Tho {TVD 1x03 Review}

Hi all! Welcome to the third review of TVD season 1. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), and in light of recent events I feel the need to say that there may be some anti-Jenna sentiments too. I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Ready? Let’s go. Tumblr deleted my numbering for some reason but it's 2:20 am so I will fix it tmr. I remember when I saw this scene --- when Caroline tries to leave the room after Damon bit her, on YouTube and people were commenting on how “comedic” it was that Caroline grabs a lamp and tries to hit Damon in the face with it and how the jokes he’s cracking are so funny and I think when I first saw this scene air I thought it was vaguely funny too but it’s completely horrifying. Caroline is traumatized and hurt and is fighting to escape her attacker who throws her back on the bed to attack her again. Like it isn’t comedic at all. Vicki how are you acting indignant because you’ve been playing with Puppy Jeremy’s emotions for how long and he’s like did you sleep with me because of the drugs? It’s a valid question! Omg I don’t exactly know why but I find it so hot that Stefan goes up to Elena, “Good morning, Elena.” Then, “Good morning, Bonnie.” I lied, I know exactly why. It was polite and inclusive and that is fucking hot. I have it paused on Stefan looking at Bonnie and he just has this gaze that makes me all tingly for Paulerina/Stefonnie purposes. And it’s a DIFFERENT gaze than his SE gaze. LMFAO. “What are you doing, standing there looking like one of those little yard trolls.” “Gnomes”. Maybe because it’s 1 AM but I just find that exchange hilarious, like there are tears of laughter. “Yard trolls” Tyler? Omg. Do we see them in a class other than history at all throughout the show? Elena’s face when Stefan answers that Pearl Harbour question, like omg my boyfriend is so smart and he saves me from embarrassment teehee. She is SO giddy. “Years and years of crossword puzzles, it’s a loner thing.” They tease each other and flirt, like DErs are TRIPPIN. In fact, is Tanner the only teacher we see? Besides Alaric who is Tanner’s replacement? “First my girlfriend, now my team.” Matt doesn’t even give off the vibe that he’s a captain. It’s really disturbing seeing Caroline kiss Damon and get out of the car. Lol Paul looks hot with mussed hair and dirt smudged on his face. I actually wish we could see more of a Matt and Stefan friendship. Another Stefan shirtless moment! “Very Emerson the way you reveal your soul with so many adjectives.” Like the only Damon line I like until season 7. Ian’s hair is becoming less offensive. Seriously, when Stefan is murderously angry with Damon but doesn’t do anything about it, Paul turns into a fucking statue. I find it insane because I think it really shows how much rage Stefan is actually in but he’s containing it so he has to become, like, inanimate. It’s very inhuman and done really well. I didn’t notice this before. Kat’s eyes are beautifully big. That wardrobe though 😒 Salem witches ... Let’s not address that they would be enslaved, like Tituba and Mary Black but whatever. I find it unbelievably disturbing that Caroline and Damon look more like a couple than Damon and Elena ever did. Matt, HOW are you friends with Tyler? He treats your sister like SHIT. That Elena and Damon conversation is like ... I guess. I mean, if they want to say Elena hates cheerleading now because it’s not her life anymore that’s fine, I get it, but it legit just looked like she was confused because she didn’t know the new routine. And how would Damon see her at practice when he drove away before they actually began doing the routine? Something Elena should find creepy but whatever. OK so I know this makeout is just a dream, which sucks, but it really speaks to the Dobsley chemistry, they’re really in sync and when Stefan moves his hands up Elena’s legs when she takes off her shirt, I always find that incredibly sexy. Also when Stefan starts to take off his shirt, something about it I find really hot I think it’s because they’re so sync. And then Damon’s face ruins it. I also find it telling that when Damon terrorizes Elena with that dream, it’s not just that he inserts a sex dream of him in her head, he lures her into a false sense of security with Stefan and then shocks her with his face. Like he goes through all these levels to fuck with her. “There must be a shred of humanity in my brother, somewhere, but how do I make him see it and how do I protect her?” This is 1x03, guys. So Damon’s “You decided I was someone worth saving” speech is bullshit. Julie and the DErs and the show and then eventually Stefan act like Elena was the first person since Damon’s turn who believed he had good in him. When Stefan had BEEN saying, “Damon it doesn’t have to be like this.” “Damon can we just leave it.” ANYWAY. Also I just realized that Elena doesn’t find it a little bit awkward that Damon and Stefan dated the same woman? She’s just like “You lost her too”? And Damon is older. OK. My cat just walked in meowing and dropping one of my old beanie babies by my bed. It distracted the hell out of me. Oh look the DE necklace that Stefan had forever and gave to Elena, the only person he ever wanted to give it to. Seriously, Elena just looks like she feels SO good because of Stefan. “And you’re not in uniform because?” Great delivery. Tyler is such a dick. Like. Wow. Although Jeremy using a bottle is a bitch ass move. “I’m fine!” “Yeah you smell fine!” And Elena just lets Jeremy walk away. He tried to use as a bottle as a weapon and he’s drunk af, girl go after your brother. “Caroline may have some really annoying traits but we’ve been friends since the first grade and that means something to me” yeah, until you sleep with her rapist. So a lamp barely has an effect on Damon but Elena slaps him and his face whips to the side. “You’re not going to hurt her Damon because somewhere deep down, you feel for her” HOW? HOW WOULD YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT. They spoke to each other like three times! HOW? DE IS SO MANUFACTURED. But Stefan really fucking tried with Damon, man. “You hate me because you loved her and you torture me because you still do and that is your humanity” like he’s taking every fucked up thing Damon has done to him and trying to make it a case for his humanity, like he TRIED. I know we keep saying Damon wasn’t that petty in season 1 but he was kind of fucking petty in season 1, fam. Bonnie’s devastation at predicting the death is done so well. Seriously, the Vicki and Jeremy relationship just makes me deeply uncomfortable. That forehead touch before Stefan and Elena hug is everything. I like how Damon invading Elena’s bedroom and stroking her face like a fucking stalker is supposed to show that he has humanity. Like whet? It’s also a really anticlimactic way to end the episode. Yeah TVD doesn’t really pick up until 1x07. OK so I did the first two reviews and I will review 1x04 tomorrow!

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Double Time (7/24)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence Pairings: Tuckington, Chex Rating: T Synopsis: [Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.

A/N: Aaaand now we’re getting to the antagonists of the evening. I’m curious to see how many saw them coming ; )

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Threats as They Come

There was a part of Washington that was disappointed when he came through the window at four that morning and, rather than finding Tucker awake waiting for him, was instead met with the awkward silence of his partner soundly sleeping.

Even if it had become more and more often that these were the way things were, and even though Wash easily rationalized it by remembering Tucker worked still, after all, he felt a certain pang about it.

Which was nothing compared to the headache he got when the blinds were pulled open and the bedroom light came on only three hours later.

“Agh!” Wash groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Sorry to interrupt the catnap,” Tucker said sarcastically.

“Most people call it regular sleep but alright,” Wash said, rubbing at his face crankily. “Seriously, though, Tucker, what the hell...?”

“We need to talk,” Tucker announced, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was fully dressed in his work uniform, arms crossed in the sort of aggravated way that reminded Wash of a school teacher for some reason.

“Right now?” Wash asked critically. “I just went to bed,” he double checked the clock to make sure he wasn’t pulling the number out of thin air, “three hours ago.”

“Uh huh,” Tucker replied testily. “I guess that’s only a problem when our moments cut into my sleep schedule and not yours, right? I mean, shit, you save the world and help little ol’ ladies cross the street. I’m just a fucking fry cook. What’s my time worth?”

Finally pushing into a sitting position, Wash took a sharp inhale of air and looked tiredly at Tucker. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that... this seems sudden. And I don’t know if talking while angry is a wise choice.”

“Good thing we’re arguing and not talking then,” Tucker snapped.

“We’re arguing?”

“Oh my god, you are so fucking obtuse,” Tucker actually laughed -- but it wasn’t the warm cackle that Wash knew and had grown to feel warmth spread through him at. It was sharp and scathing. Like Tucker’s current tone. “We’ve been arguing for weeks.”

“Weeks?” Wash questioned. “What? Is this going back to the car thing? Do I need to apologize for not being in on your inside joke with your friends?”

Tucker stared at him like he had just spoken in another language for a few minutes. “Oh my god, so fucking obtuse.”

Rubbing at his face, Wash sighed. “Okay, I’ll need you to walk me through this--”

“I don’t want you in on our inside jokes, idiot, I want you to have inside moments with us! And not bail on us by literally rather throwing yourself out of a moving car than have to spend some of your precious free time in our company,” Tucker replied angrily.

Genuinely confused, Wash sat up further. “You’re mad because you want me to be friends with your friends? Even if there’s nothing that we all have in common?”

“No! Wash, dammit!” Tucker groaned grabbing at his hair. “Don’t you get it? I want us to spend time together! Like actually together!”

“We do,” Wash said firmly.

“Not enough that you think of me and Junior as being, I don’t know...” Tucker shook his head harshly. “You... You don’t think of Junior as anything but my kid.”

“Of course he’s your kid,” Wash replied.

“He worships you, dude!” Tucker cried out. “Do you know how much time he spends every night telling me how awesome you are and how excited he is every time there’s a new training exercise or compliment thrown his way. And god, you put him on that superhero team. He’s on cloud nine!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Wash tried very hard to keep up with the source of the complaint. “Wait, what’s wrong with all of those things?”

“I’m trying to tell you to think of us as your family, asshole!” Tucker snapped.

“You think I don’t?” Wash asked skeptically.

“I don’t think outside of superhero business, you’ve spent much time with us as anything else. And we fucking live with you, dude,” Tucker pointed out. “And you know why? It’s because you have tried nothing outside of being a superhero. You have, like, no separation between being a superhero and being here with us. Or on the street. Or in the goddamn mayor’s office because your superhero name is just your last name for some godforsaken reason.”

Frowning a bit, Wash held up a finger. “To be fair, I was assigned that name in Freelancer. I never found out if it was coincidence or a terrible joke.”

“This argument’s a joke,” Tucker said, throwing up his hands.

“You’re the one who started it,” Wash attempted to argue only to have Tucker waggle a finger at him.

“Don’t try to be cute or sarcastic, my point still stands!”

Growing exhausted of the exchange, Wash held up his hands. “What point? What do you want from me, Tucker? I do think of you all as my family. I just. I don’t know how to... civilian anymore. It’s been a very long time since it was relevant to my interests.”

“Is it relevant now?” Tucker asked. “Are we relevant to your interests?”

“Yes,” Wash said without hesitation. “But I still don’t know what you want from me, Tucker.”

"You’re asking for me to literally spell this out for you,” Tucker remarked dully.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” Wash replied more snappishly than he would have liked, but his frustration was only growing.

“I don’t know,” Tucker said, folding his arms across his chest again.

“Oh, don’t make me beg, I’m trying to meet you on your own terms here,” Wash half begged.”

Tucker looked at him almost apologetically. “No, I mean, I don’t actually know.”

Washington stared at him for a good long moment before letting his temper actually flare up.

“What do you mean you don’t actually know? What does that mean? You’re the one who is mad at me! Not the other way around here!”

“I know!” Tucker yelled back.

“Obviously, you don’t!” Wash squeaked out before rubbing his face. “Oh my god, we are literally fighting over nothing and I’m tired--”

“It’s not all about you! That’s what we’re fighting about!” Tucker yelled back. “No fight in the history of ever has been about nothing Wash! You wanna know what we’re fighting over? It’s that you still can’t get out of the mentality that it’s just you!”

“That’s not true,” Wash scoffed. “I’m very concerned about you and about Junior -- I love spending time with Junior, working with him, drawing with him.”

“All of those things you just described doing with my son? They’re all superhero related,” Tucker replied coarsely. “You connect to us on a purely superheroic level, and I want -- I need to know that you’re not going to get tired of us if there’s no threat of us becoming dudesels in distress anymore. That if you’re not being a superhero, you’re going to be our Wash. Because if not... That’s not a relationship, Wash.”

“What’re you saying?” Wash asked, voice growing quiet and timid despite himself. “Tucker, what’re you saying here?”

“I’m saying you’re more than a hero to us, Wash,” Tucker replied tiredly. “It’d be nice to know and feel like that wasn’t all we were to you.”

That was something that Wash could understand.

“What do I need to do to make sure you know that then?” Wash asked. “Because I promise you that you’re so much more to me than just that. Absolutely, completely. And I will prove it.”

For the first time that day, Tucker cracked a smile. “Oh, yeah? Just like that?”

“Yes, just like that,” Wash replied. “What do you need me to do in order to prove just how much I mean it?”

Tucker gave him an appraising look, as if he could somehow inspect Wash’s face and assess his truthfulness.

At the moment, Wash wasn’t entirely sure he couldn’t do just that.

Finally, though, he smirked and pointed at Wash. “You are going to get yourself and Junior over to the diner when I get off shift at three this afternoon and we’re going to prove this is a family kinda thing by having linner.”

After a moment of passing silence, Wash tilted his head.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked worriedly. “I... Is that something I should be familiar with?”

Tucker rolled his eyes so far that his head followed them. “Oh, my god, Wash. You’ve never heard of linner?”

Squinting, Wash worried that he was missing something genuinely important. “No?”

“Linner -- it’s between lunch and dinner. Obviously. Duh,” Tucker replied.

“What? Like brunch?” Wash tried to clarify.

“Yeah, duh. Breakfast-lunch and lunch-dinner, and if you’re super dedicated to the three meals per day you’ve got that dinfast--”

“You are literally making things up right in front of my face right now,” Wash surmised. “Linner is not a thing.”

“It absolutely is a thing, ask anyone who has worked in dining services! What do you eat after you get off the lunch rush shift? Linner. Duh. Trust me on this, mister-didn’t-even-know-you-could-put-hot-sauce-in-eggs.”

“Which is still weird,” Washington clarified.

“No, it’s not, it’s delicious,” Tucker said, voice eased back into that comfortable banter that had Washington believing that they were perhaps finally over whatever hill they had been on just a few moments earlier. “We’ll have linner at the diner and then I’ll be happy with the progress.”

“Progress being...” Wash pressed.

“You being human as much as you’re superhuman, Wash,” Tucker pushed. “C’mon. You’ve gotta know that what we were doing before now... it’s been very one-sided.”

“You want me to get some kind of job and hide what I’m doing all the time?” Wash tried to catch up. “I already wear sunglasses--”

“I just want you to have a life, Wash, jesus christ, calm down,” Tucker said, beginning to edge back into irritability.

"Says the man who’s been yelling at me for about two weeks,” Wash replied flatly. When Tucker didn’t let up, he gave a defeated sigh and leaned back into the pillows behind him. He was way too tired. “Linner will start me on the path toward humanity in your eyes again?”

“Linner will start you on the path to behaving like a proper person in general, yes,” Tucker said, sounding pleased. “I’d have offered brunch, but I suspect you’re about to sleep in until about one.”

“Just one?” Wash mused, eyes already sliding closed.

“Yes, just one, because that’s when I told Junior to make sure you started getting ready for linner. So you’re not getting out of this any time fast, Wash. You’re stuck with your promises while you’re with me,” Tucker chuckled.

“Mmph,” Wash responded, which might have at one point almost formed something similar to a sentence prior to his head hitting the pillows.

Practically drained of any emotional and physical energy, Wash wasn’t sure if he would have made it through another argument even Tucker had continued trying. But even in the haze of approaching sleep, he noted the shifting of the mattress as Tucker got up and of the brush of a hand through his hair.

“Alright, you big dummy, sleep or something already. We’ll work on your human exercises later,” Tucker promised.

Before the bedroom door was bothered, Wash was out again, but a weight he hadn’t even realized was there was all but gone. He truly felt as though he could breathe again. And he was more than ready to have a frankly restful sleep.

At least, he was until the door came flying open what felt like only seconds later and slammed against the door.

Alarmed, Wash leaped to his feet on the bed and looked toward the door.

“Wash!” Tucker yelled.

“What!? What!?” Washington demanded, feeling dizzy with confusion -- had the conversation just finished? Was he dreaming? What happened? Tucker was wearing the same outfit from before and--

“On the news!” Tucker said, rushing over and grabbing Wash’s wrist before yanking him toward the television room. “There’s some asshole on the news!”

“What?” Wash asked, dreariness setting in again. “There’s always an asshole on the news? What’s special--”

Washington came to a stop, sobering up from his sleepiness as soon as his eyes landed on the news report flashing across the screen. It was the court house in the middle of the city, and it was literally burning, a dark figure stand on top of it in black and green.

Alarmed and surprised, Wash leaned toward the screen and read the alerts at the bottom.

Professed Supervillain Calls For Freelancer Superhero Washington

Tucker was past hysteric. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Don’t know,” Wash said, going for his hidden closet for his fresh suit. “I’m going to find out, though.”

“You can’t be serious,” Tucker blanched. “But--”

“But nothing, this is part of the superhero job,” Wash replied, putting on his visor. “I take it almost as seriously as linner.” When he looked to Tucker he was disappointed to not find a smirk. “I’ll make it to the diner. Promise.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about now,” Tucker replied sourly. “Aren’t you exhausted? You’ve only slept, like, four hours!”

“Three, but who’s counting,” Wash said, heading for the downstairs exit where his motorcycle was waiting. “Don’t worry, I’ll take a cat nap after.”

“And then make it to linner,” Tucker pressed, less conviction in his voice than before.

“Absolutely,” Wash promised before getting on his bike and heading off.

#writing #rvb fic #RvB: Hero Time #RvB: Double Time #Agent Washington #Tuckington #Lavernius Tucker

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Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody” and #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes...?” and #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker...I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.

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Give is how we co-authored this shit out of this.

You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with...well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.

“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome...mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker...I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T...JUST...WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth...everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy...truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing...that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.

‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter ...the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N...truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare...bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky...dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to...lick Steve from his neck...past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab...nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower...or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott...t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.

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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 5

A/N : I’ll be uploading a masterlist for this fic once i’ve uploaded part 6 as this is going to be at least 20 or more parts and it’ll be easier to have all the parts in one place.

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Why Him? MASTERLIST

Warning: SMUT

*LAST DAY OF FASHION WEEK*

Claudia’s POV

As i finish up dressing this mode, i feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket, i pull it out to reveal a text from Ransom. I smile as i see his name upon my screen ‘Hi doll, just wanted to check if you’re coming to the afterparty tonight x’ i blush at the nickname before typing my reply ‘i have an early flight back to Boston tomorrow so i can only stay for a lil while but yes x’ send. I put my phone back into my pocket and start organising the models in number order for the show.

I can’t believe it, i have almost made it through my first New York Fashion Week. From start to finish, it’s been hectic and challenging but i needed this to push me. This experience has really opened up and boosted major future opportunities for me to pursue in the future.

The show starts and i send the models out one by one, being careful to get every one correct. I’ve also made it to the end of the week with no fuck ups. Thank the Lord. It’s time to go out onto the runway but i avoid it. I want to get a head start on clearing up so i can get out on time. Once everyone is backstage it’s all hands on deck to get everything cleared away.

I grab my bag once we finish and say my goodbyes to everyone, making sure to thank them for this opportunity. This truly has been an experience. I head out the front and see Ransom sat there. I thought i was meeting him at the party. “Hey” i say in confusion “I figured we should head to the party together you know save money on cab fairs and all that” i nod before taking his much larger hand in mine.

We arrive and Ransom instantly takes two flutes of champagne, handing one to me. “What time is your flight tomorrow?” he asks, sipping his drink “6am” my eyes widen when i check the time, it’s already 10:30pm. I can probably only afford to stay here for an hour at most. “So where are your friends?” he looks around the room, shaking his head and gesturing for me to turn around. His friends are on the dance floor, grinding with some models. I’ve not met his friends but from what Ransom told me the other night and from what i’m witnessing now. They look like a couple of jokers.

We finish our drinks and i lead him onto to the dance floor. He places his hands on my waist as he stands behind me, i start to sway my hips, purposely grinding my ass into him. I’m having way too much fun. I get caught up with the music when i feel a hot breath on the back of my neck “You’re such a tease doll” he whispers. Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck “I know” my smug smile coming out to play now. I shoot him a wink. I can see his eyes turn dark with hunger. I brush it off and continue to dance. Song after song, making him want me more and more.

I don’t give it up easily and Ransom is no exception. But he sure does make it difficult to keep to my rules. This is merely me building the sexual tension. I pull my phone out of my bag and notice the time. 11:45pm. SHIT. “I have to go” i lean closer to his ear so he can hear me. He motions for me to wait there as he walks over to his friends. I’m assuming to tell them he’s leaving. Once he returns we exit the party. I hold onto his hand as we walk towards a cab.

Ransom gives the cabbie the name of my hotel and he speeds off instantly. I can feel the tension, i’ve done nothing but tease him all night, i can see it in his eyes. His cheeks are flushed and he’s fiddling with his pinky ring. He pays the guy and then opens the cab door open for me. When we reach my room i turn to face him. I never sleep with guys this early on. He looks down at me with those eyes, making my legs turn to jelly. “I best get to bed now Ransom” i state, turning round to open my door but he stops me. Turning me back to face him “You can’t just tease me like that and then leave” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “And why not?” placing my hands on my hips in a sassy motion, raising my eyebrows at him.

He leans down and connect his lips to mine, almost making me forget my rules. I place my hands on his chest, slowly pushing him away. “We can’t do this now” he just stares down at me ‘If you’re worried about me leaving afterwards and never hearing from me again then stop. I have no intention of going anywhere” he’s saying all the right things. Kissing me once again “I just don’t wanna rush this” he leans his forehead on mine. I take a deep breath out. Maybe i am too worried about him leaving me. If he leaves he leaves but i need to trust that he won’t. I want this so much and i think it’s about time i lived in the moment. With that thought, i look deep into his eyes and crash my lips to his. He takes the key card from me as we continue kissing, only breaking so he can open the door.

He walks me backwards into the room, kicking the door shut as we start to discard items of clothing, leaving a trail from the door to the bed until we are only in our underwear. His lips feel so good against mine. We’ve only been on two dates hence my concerns on doing this now. But it feels so right. He reaches behind me, tapping my naked thighs signalling for me to jump. I do as i’m told. Wrapping my legs around his muscly torso, grabbing onto his arms first before moving them loosely around his neck.

“You have no idea how long i’ve wanted to have you under me like this” he whispers as he lays me down onto the bed. He leans down to kiss my neck, biting it in the process “Marking your territory Drysdale?” i push him away so he can look at me “Dam right i am”.

He kisses from my lips to my chest, i lift up slightly so he can unhook my bra. He throws it to the floor and leans back to take in all of me “Your body. Wow. Just wow” i giggle. His hands settle on the hem of my panties. “You won’t be needing these anymore” i lift my ass off the bed so he can slide them off. I immediately shut my legs, getting insecure about how i look. Don’t get me wrong, i’m shaven and clean i just always get insecure about how my body looks.

He parts my legs “Don’t start hiding from me now doll” i bite my lip as i watch his eyes stare. “Such a pretty pussy baby” his voice deepens. I hide my face with my hands in a sudden wave of embarrassment. He notices and pulls my hands away. He gets off the bed to rid himself of his boxers and my eyes grow wide. He’s so big. I’m a little scared. He looks down at his erection and back up to me “Like what you see doll” i nod, unaware that the worried look on my face is showing.

He picks up his coat, taking a condom out of one of the pockets. He came prepared. He hovers over me, one hand at the side of my head and the other starts rubbing my clit suddenly, making my body jolt under his touch. “Fuck Ransom” i cry out in pleasure. He slides his fingers in between my folds, feeling the pool of wetness that he caused. “So wet for me already i see” he smirks as he lays on his stomach, his head inching closer to my sex.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you look” my whole body goes into over drive as i feel his tongue all over my pussy. Sucking on my clit one second and fucking me with his tongue the next. This can’t be real. “OMG” i scream out, not giving a shit how loud i’m being. “You like that doll, like it when i eat your pussy like this” i prop myself up on my elbows as i watch him, he doesn’t break eye contact for a second. “That’s it, look into my eyes. I wanna see that pretty little face when you cum on my tongue” his words, sending me over the edge. “Don’t stop I’m gonna cum” and with one last suck on my clit, my orgasm washes over me like a tsunami. Shit. I throw my head back, falling down onto the bed. Running my fingers through his hair, tugging at it.

He makes his way back up to my face, looking me in the eyes. I pull him into a heated kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. “Fuck me, that was amazing” i pant. He definitely has unmatched skills. “What can i say? I know my way around a pussy” i giggle at his joke as he picks up the condom, “Now normally i’d take even longer to tease you before i fuck you but seeing as it’s 12:30am and you need to be up in a few hours. I’m gonna skip straight to the fucking” he slides the condom down onto his large size. He lifts my legs up slightly, wrapping them around his torso, lining himself up with my entrance.

“You ready doll?” i give him the go ahead and he slams into me, not giving me a chance to get adjust to his size. “FUCK” i dig my nails into his back as he continues to thrust in and out of me at a fast pace. “You’re taking me so well baby doll” he grunts, slamming into me harder than the last time. “That’s it. Take. This. Dick” i rest my hands on his face, cupping it. “Fuck daddy, don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum” i moan out, making him come to a halt. He stares at me with a look of amusement. “Daddy huh” fuck. I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, He flips us over so i’m on top of him “Show daddy how you ride then princess” i lean forward, grinding on his dick occasionally bouncing up and down. He throws his head back “Shit doll” he bites down on his bottom lip, using one hand to grip my ass and the other to smack it. “That’s it baby. Keep going” i feel my second orgasm inching closer with each slap and moan that falls off of his beautiful lips.

I pick up the pace, bouncing up and down, getting faster and faster. Feeling my orgasm coming. “Fuck daddy. I’m cumming” i scream out, arching my back, making him thrust into me to chase his own peak. “Cum with me baby doll” it doesn’t take long. His thrusts start to slow down and i feel him twitch inside of me, causing my orgasm to follow. He lets out a breathy moan, pulling my body close to his as he sits up whilst he’s still inside of me. We come down from our intense highs and he pulls out, i fall onto the bed beside him.

We lay there for a couple of minutes, catching our breath. “WOW” he chuckles, trying to get his breath back. “That felt amazing” i turn to face him. Lying on my side. He traces his finger across my body. “I enjoyed every second of that” i nod in agreement, leaning in to kiss him. We both smile into the kiss. I sit up slowly and attempt to make a trip to the bathroom to sort myself out for bed but my legs don’t allow it. I fall back onto the bed causing Ransom to burst out laughing at my failed attempt “You’ve ruined me” he reaches over to me “Let me help you” he picks me up and walks me to the bathroom.

We both get ourselves sorted and he helps me back into bed. “Please stay the night” i plead “Did you think i was going to leave?” i look down at my hands “I hoped you wouldn’t” he lifts my chin up so i look at him. “I’m not going anywhere” he leaves a soft kiss on my forehead. We turn the lights off and i lay my head onto his chest. “Goodnight” he whispers, kissing my hand. “Goodnight Ransom”.

A/N : I hope you guys like this. I’ve not written smut for years so i was a little nervous about this incase it didn’t turn out well. Feedback is welcome.

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