#and when i came to he'd probably have demanded to know if i was drunk or smth

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Don't Know Your Worth - LN

This is the redemption story of the request I messed up. There is a minor similarity in that the reader previously did karting, but I've changed the narrative a bit.

Summary: Max's little sister has always been in shadow, his racing career and friendship with Lando always outshining her. Lando has always made the effort to make her feel acknowledged, which is probably the bare minimum but it's definitely where her crush stems from. But can an old secret leave Lando giving away his own feelings for her?

Lando Norris x Fewtrell!reader

Despite her not officially being part of Quadrant, she's always helping him. In fact y/n is practically the whole marketing team behind it, she tells Max what to do and how to do everything right.

"Hey, y/n. My favourite Fewtrell." Lando greets as her brother and her walk through the paddock. An offended expression immediately being on her brother's face while she accepts a hug, only to hide her bright red face before stepping back. Not wanting to hang on too long or linger and have him catch onto her feelings.

Her crush on Lando has spanned since she saw her brother befriend the much smaller boy in their karting days. Her attention was caught by his bright cheeky smile.

"If she's your favourite maybe I should just leave." Max states jokingly but Lando yanks y/n back into a hug that she definitely wasn't expecting, even grunting when her body hits into his. "Can you stop manhandling my sister, she's not interested in your physical advances."

Lies.

But Max foolishly doesn't know that.

In fact, not only does Max not see the horribly obvious crush that his sister has on his best friend.

What neither Max nor y/n know is that Lando has had a crush on y/n for a while now. Although admittedly it is not quite as longstanding as y/n's crush on him, it's been around a couple years.

It started on her 19th birthday when she came home very drunk, like paralytic. He'd found her outside having set outside the door after several failed attempts of trying to get through the door, she gave up on it and just decided she'd sleep outside. Max, at the time, had already fallen asleep. During trying to help a very drunk and floppy Y/n get to bed, something in the way Lando saw her changed.

Then on her 20th he helped arrange a surprise trip for her birthday and she hooked up with some guy who was staying on the resort. She hooked up with the guy and the ugly jealous feeling in Lando's gut left him in a bad mood for the rest of the trip, when the guy left he was making sure to have y/n's attention at all times. That was all over a year ago now, but he still remembers that awful feeling at the sight of someone else with her.

"Come on, let's get you guys something to eat." Lando states, neither of them addressing Max's words.

They go get something to eat with Max and Lando maintaining conversation while y/n just sits quietly, as she always does.

"So y/n, you're coming to play golf and come karting with us right?" Lando smiles finally directing his attention back to y/n making her look at him for a moment.

"Oh...I uhh...I didn't think I was invited." Y/n murmurs which does earn a frown from both the men in front of her.

"You're always invited, y/n." Lando states with Max nodding in agreement. He shifts over wrapping an arm around her. "I'll always invite you at least, Max's opinion doesn't matter."

"No, it never does with you." Max hums sarcastically before he looks at his friend. "Move your arm off of her."

Maybe Max isn't as blind to everything as the two thought, even if they're unaware of each other's feelings. Though neither of them comment, but Lando does pull a face to mock the demand.

-

Golfing isn't y/n's thing and yet again Lando seems to be getting a little more hands on with her to help her get the right position. But it's when Max has to leave to help get equipment that Lando is left with y/n.

"You look great in a racing suit." Lando comments making her stop playing with the zip, a red rising up her neck and face. "I'll still never understand why you stopped karting."

Y/n's racing career did take her to championships. But she stopped when after getting runner up in her F4 championship. Really he isn’t all that sure he remembers it right but he’s almost certain she got an offer for a seat in F3. He'd never say it to Max, but she was better than him and showed promise to get into high title fights if she had've continued.

"Max was doing bigger and better." She murmurs honestly as Lando picks up her helmet for her.

"What?"

"Our parents...they said that they couldn't keep taking us both and Max was making a real career." Y/n shrugs then reaching for the helmet to take from him only for him to retract it back from her reach.

"Does Max know that's why?"

"I don't think so. I mean they didn't tell me while he was in the room...and he's never mentioned it." Y/n sighs hating that they're even talking about it. "Don't look at me like that."

"Sorry...I'm sorry, I just...you were so talented."

"Thanks." Y/n murmurs with a small frown before finally getting the helmet from his hand with some force.

Now Lando will support his friend through thick and thin, putting Max in charge of Quadrant wasn't just something he did because he wanted to give Max something to do. Really the idea for Quadrant had been in his mind for a while and he needed someone else to head it because he can't do it full time. But he has a feeling that y/n would've been Max's biggest rival and perhaps might've gone beyond him.

"Let's see if you're bit rusty then." Lando states trying to lighten the mood as he shoots her a smile, just in time for Max to reappear.

-

After watching y/n win the karting challenge for Quadrant with an excessively massive reaction. Y/n started trying to dodge Lando at any cost.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asks while Max drives them to a mystery location.

"You never told me that mum and dad made you quit for me." Max comments suddenly making her sigh rolling her eyes and looking out the window.

"It never mattered really. You were older and further in your career." Y/n mutters having never wanted to have this discussion wit her brother. "I didn't tell Lando for you to take pity on me and tell you. I didn't mean to tell him at all."

"Well you should've." Max scolds then readjusting to his grip as a sign that she can tell he's trying to calm down.

"Can you tell me where we're going since apparently we don't keep secrets, or we're not allowed to keep secrets?" Y/n grumbles while he sighs softly and looks at her.

"Lando wanted to set up a surprise for you. He wouldn't tell me what, just the location to take you to."

The two siblings basically go silent for the rest of the journey and when they pull up y/n is more than confused as to why they're on the tarmac of a runway where Lando is standing with a few others.

"What the hell?" Y/n murmurs as they get out and Lando grins and Max stays next to his car while Lando pulls her onto the little private jet.

"Do you remember your 19th birthday?" Lando questions making her frown since they all know she was so violently ill when she was hungover that she ended up going to A&E for alcohol poisoning after she went momentarily blind from being sick.

"No. No, I don't remember." Y/n states completely in awe of the suggestion she would remember anything.

"I've wanted to get you away from Max and take you on a date since that day." Lando declares while she feels her mouth go dry. "So I'm sort of kidnapping you and we're going on a holiday as our first date...unless you really don't want to then you can get off the jet and go home."

Lando waits for a response before she nods at him making him give Max a thumbs up out the window that he can leave.

"Lando...my 19th birthday was nearly 3 years go." Y/n mumbles making him look at her with a small smile. "Well you hid it well."

"Did I?" Lando questions not really convinced of that. "Looking back on it. You really didn't."

"Oh god, don't remind me over that. I hate that you even know." Y/n pouts then groaning as she slumps down in the seat, covering her burning face while Lando just laughs before moving over to sit down next to her. "

-

Lando took y/n to Dubai. Apparently having managed to get Ria to pack up some Dubai-appropriate clothes for her.

"What do you think Max would say if he knew what we just did?" Lando questions making y/n look at him with a wrinkled nose while Lando shoots her a grin. "What?"

"We just had sex but your mind is on my brother. Is that going to be a regular thing? Because I can handle it, I just need a heads up."

"No. But...he's the reason I never made a move earlier. So excuse me for not being able to completely ignore him invading my thoughts." Lando states sassily earning a look from the young woman. "Come back here."

Y/n sighs climbing on the hotel bed and sliding over the sheets as she returns to his side.

"Speaking of my brother...why did you tell him?" Y/n asks while Lando frowns. "I never wants him to know because it's not fair for him to feel guilty about something that he never asked for."

"Because he never knew why." Lando mumbles while she sighs since she still wishes Max never found out and it wasn't really Lando's choice to tell him. "Sorry."

"It's ok. But you could've at least told me that you told him."

"I would've but you were doing everything to dodge me. Even Max said hanging out without you there felt wrong." Lando admits then shifting just enough so he can kiss her. "You don't know how much you mean to everyone around you...it's not fair that you were made to be thought of as a second choice by your parents. But you should know, you have always been Max's favourite person. Above me, above your parents, above everyone."

Y/n frowns, trying to blink away tears at are completely fogging her vision but eventually she moves her hands to rub them away.

"Aww....baby, no." Lando laughs yanking her up into a full hug and just squeezing her. "You're not supposed to cry.

"How am I not meant to cry at that?"

"I don't know, I'm new to this boyfriend stuff. But crying is never a good sign is it?"

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #lando #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #norris #ln4 fic #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 fluff #ln4 imagine #max fewtrell #fewtrell #mclaren #mclaren formula 1

[mythicalmyles]

Kagekao if you can 🙏

Drunk sex, alcohol abuse, raw dogging, imp homophobia, possessive

the jpn is 'you are mine forever'

He downed half of the bottle before pulling it back and violently coughing, alcohol dripping down his chin. He didn't care though, he wanted to numb everything out.

Creaking filled his home, yet it was left ignored. It was a typical thing to happen now and he had never caught anyone or anything. Not that he really cared at this point, his life was over and the secret was out. People knew he was gay and it went terribly.

The boy looked at the bottle, he was almost finished and his vision had started doubling. Everything seemed as if in slow motion, his vision blanking out now and then. He slammed his head onto the table, his vision making his stomach churn.

“A sad sight you have become.” Muttered a deep voice, instead of reacting in shock the boy just turned. Yet there was nothing there, shaking his hair he shrugged it off. He was convinced he had probably just drank too much.

He didn't notice the black figure creeping behind him, or maybe he just ignored the creaking of the floor. Hands pushed him forward onto the table, his body shooting forwards only to be flipped around by whatever it was.

Panic finally set in as he looked up, only to see a black figure half white and black mask. He swallowed, eyes blurry as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening.

He let out a small whine, his body squirming around trying to free himself. “Had enough?” A voice asked as he huffed and puffed. “Who?” He stuttered out, confusion filling him. The mystery being tutted, head cocking to the side. “You don’t remember your best friend?” (Name) wracked his brain but couldn’t come up with an answer, his mind still hazy due to alcohol.

(Name) finally clicked and his jaw dropped. He swore it was his imaginary childhood friend, except he didn’t feel so imaginary now. Hands came up to rest on his cheeks, lightly swaying his head side to side as a mask filled his vision, looking him up and down. (Name) desperately looked at the other, the one person who had always accepted him as he was, until he disappeared.

All he could do was watch as the masked being got extremely close, their noses touching. “You forgot about me didn’t you?” (Name) bit his lip and hung his head in shame. “It’s okay, we just can’t have that happening again.” He looked up, a huge jagged smirk across his mask.

(Name) should've know it was him, the one who had looked after him when he was younger, who let him confide in them. (Name) didn't fight back when their lips met, he was quick to kiss back. He let Kage take control, the taller easily lifting him onto the table and making his way between (Names) thighs.

(Name) pressed his body as close to Kage's as he could, hands holding onto Kage's arms as his hands ran all over (Names) body. Their tongues twisted together, one of Kage's hand coming up to rest on (Names) neck.

Kage ground his cock into (Name) before sliding his hands up his shirt, immediately finding his nipples and pinching the buds between them. (Name) moaned into Kage's mouth, he hadn't been touched by another man ever. The fact it was someone who he had trusted with his life had fireworks going off in his mind.

Kage was quick to strip him, (Names) eyes drank up Kage's face. He'd never seen him without a mask on. He couldn't help but flush as he ran his hands through Kage's hair, pulling him back in for a kiss as Kage unzipped his trousers. Excitement coursed through (Name), drunk on booze and the feeling of hands running all over his body.

Kage pulled away to begin sucking bruises onto (Names) neck, (Name) moaned as Kage's hand wrapped around his now free cock. Kage lazily stoked him, relishing in every sound that left the other. "Kage." (Name) moaned out, eyes desperately looking into bright, glowing silver ones.

"I want you. Now." (Name) demanded, sad eyes gazing into Kages, praying he wouldn't leave him in the dust too. Kage whispered something in Japanese that (Name) couldn't comprehend. "あなたは永遠にわたしのもの"

But he felt like he could feel the sentitlement behind it, Kage pressed their lips together and pushed him down on the table. He quickly pulled down (Names) jeans, about to finger him before the other protested and drank the rest of what was in the bottle. "I want you to break me."

Kage's head titled, eyes conflicted for a second before he nodded. "It will hurt." (Name) instead of responding gripped his hoodie and pulled him into another steamy kiss, despite being a demon he didn't want to totally destroy him, he would ruin him at least a little. Make sure he never looked anywhere else because Kage gave him it all.

He was incredibly slow pushing into (Name) who arched as tears ran down his face, the pain almost unbearable. But he linked his legs behind Kage, surprising the demon as he forced Kage to completely burry himself inside (Names) hole.

He let out a loud choked shout once kage was fully situated inside of him, Kage's hands set at either side of (Names) head. He panted as his cock was enveloped in tight heat, (Name) could hear growling coming from the back of his throat. "You can't go back from this. You belong to me now." His voice was deeper then (Name) had ever heard him get before, he had to fight back against coming from the sound alone, the words went straight to his heart and he couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"Keep me forever." Was all (Name) replied as Kage finally began to thrust into him, with every slam of his hips against (Names) he'd moan so loud Kage was sure the neighbours might come calling. It didn't stop him pounding into (Name) who's hands gripped the edge of the table, holding on for dear life.

His voice echoed through his home, Kage's cock filled him perfectly. It hit deep inside of him and sent his eyes rolling to the back of his mind. Kage grinned suddenly gripping his cheeks. "Tongue out." He commanded and (Name) happily obliged, jumping slightly when Kage spat straight into his mouth.

(Name) swallowed his saliva up with a moan, hand moving down to bring one of his legs up, allowing Kage to hit deeper inside of him. The sound of (Name) moaning drove Kage insane, he wanted to keep the pretty boy on his cock, moaning like the whore he is. "All mine. All mine." Kage repeated inbetween sticking his tongue down (Names) throat and marking up his neck, (Name) didn't flinch when his arm swung the bottle off the table and smashing glass filled the room.

(Name) came with a loud shout as Kage's claws came out, scratching into his thighs. "I want you to mark me, puh-please." (Name) cried out, Kage pistoning his cock deep as he could. Finally he buried his cock deep into (Name), cum shooting deep inside of him.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

*rolls this over to you for Consideration* Probably gonna make a post on this later but personal headcanon that Vergil and Dante would both be really good at dance in an AU, or even in canon (they do it for fun), just because of how physically demanding it is. Dante I could see having the most fun with it, but Vergil I feel like could be good too. Probably better at keeping up with the rhythm and showing his partner off than Dante, but probably hates being the center of attention himself. Especially if it involves emotional stuff. (That and because Vergil knowing how to tango is just 👀 I would like to see it 👀 Would also like to see him get flustered and blush while dancing with somebody he's got a crush on, just because it'd be cute 💙)

AH OKAY, SO I ACTUALLY HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS (because I've read quite a few one-shots that involve dancing with the Sparda babs) AND I AM GLAD YOU MENTIONED IT!

All underlined things are links to videos of the dance(s) that I referenced in my research lol Forgive the pixelated quality of some of these, they can get kinda old lmao

So, for starters: I think that all of the Sparda-bloodline would have been/are good dancers, some more than others. All of them are talented swordsmen and fighters which in and of itself is a type of dance. All of their heights might be an issue, however. As someone who is a very tall 5' 2" the fact that they are all over 6' tall would make dancing hard.

Sparda would've been the best of the four and he would've had the most knowledge on it. I feel like he would've been alive for long enough that he was able to watch humans throughout the years, learning lots of things... including dance. I feel like he and Eva would've danced a lot. As to what he would've done the best? Sparda would've been very good at all of it (since he's been alive so damned long) however I could see Eva just being into Rumba or something like a (very unprofessional) Argentine Tango--just because it would've been fun for Eva to do with her husband.

Vergil would be the next best dancer--at least, with traditional dances. He would've learned from Sparda when he was young, per the request of his mother. Vergil used to sneak downstairs late at night to see his parents dance and would mimic them, using an invisible partner, so she wanted to have Sparda teach him (because Vergil is interrupting Mommy and Daddy's time alone together lmao). He'd be good at things like the Foxtrot and Ballroom Tango. Anything fast he is amazing at while anything slow is a little harder for him. He tends to like moving around a lot and doing fancy twists or dips. However, he knows a lot of slow dances too. Vergil would also be very into single-person dances when in private; the first thing that came to my mind was Flamenco dancing. Just imagine getting Vergil either so ungodly drunk that he busts this out or challenging him--if you tell him he can't do something, he will do so just to prove you wrong. This blue devil would be really hard to learn from, he's bad at explaining himself, so you'd have to learn by yourself. It isn't anything against you, Vergil just sucks at teaching and he knows it. Vergil would 100% dance with you in private. It is an excuse to show off--and to get nice and close to you. The idea of him just coming up and nonchalantly asking to dance makes my heart just fucKING MELT. If you gave him the same treatment, he'd die on the spot. The stoned-face devil is a romantic at heart so his lover putting on a record (or CD if you aren't into vinyl) and asking to dance, just warms his cold heart. (This all applies to V as well--the only thing that's different is that V is better with slow dances since he can't move very well, to begin with.)

Dante and Nero would be on even grounds as to who is the better dancer.

I'm gonna start with Dante because he's older. Dante would be very good at just winging shit--the Dr. Faust scene is a great example, he didn't make it up but he just pulled it out of nowhere. If we want to talk traditional dances, Dante would be good at things that are fast--like the Salsa (I was thinking specifically Salsa Caleña), Balboa (pure or swing), Quickstep, and Merengue. He would be the most lax about his partner not knowing what the hell is going on and would be the easiest to learn from. As long as you and him are having fun he doesn't care how bad either of you are at it--or if you step on his feet the entire time, he just wants to see you smile. Dante would also be the only one out of the four to dance without an issue, like in a public or bar setting.

Nero would be an odd dancer. He's got the gumption and is able to keep rhythm pretty well, however, he just doesn't know any "traditional" dances. He'd just make it up as he'd go. His dancing would be relatively "aggressive" and he'd move you around a ton. Add that with his "wings" then you'd best hope you don't end up motion sick. Dante (eventually) teaches him some stuff so Nero would end up knowing Quickstep and Balboa (pure and swing). Nero would 100% get carried away in the heat of the moment and do little cutesy dances in excitement (nothing super intricate, just little wiggly movement-type stuff). He'd also be into just quietly slow dancing with you at home, holding you close, and just rocking with you. Just like his father, if you were to ask him to dance, he'd die on the spot. He is also the only one of the four that wouldn't mind you leading the dance instead of him.

I'd like to hear anyone else thoughts on this! If there are any dances that I didn't mention that y'all think might fit, please let me know. I might've been in theatre and was a performer, but I know absolutely dick-diddly about dancing; I was born with two left hands for feet, if that helps make sense of things lmao

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[rosettastarlight]

More headcanons I made up for the crossover au where Vance Hopper moves to Hawkins because I’m having aniety attacks and writing out stuff aout my comfort characters calms me.

This is more about, I guess the dynamics in the Hopper family.

If this took place during season 1, I don’t imagine Vance really having that big a part in it other than being a part of Hopper’s past and storyline as he tries connecting again with his estranged son and remembering how he wasn’t there for him before while searching for Will.

This is both because he doesn’t have much connections to the Party yet and because I think Hopper would do his absolute best to keep Vance out of it, especially near the end when he starts to realize this is bigger than he thought involving the upside down and the government.

He knows Vance is still just recovering from a very traumatic event and doesn’t want to put him through anything else, he doesn’t want to risk losing him again, and he most certainly does not want the government’s eyes on him, too.

Whether or not this actually worked and Vance actually stayed out of it has yet to be decided in my brain.

Although I do like to think, to some degree, that if he did have a part, it would be mostly with the Byers with intersections in with Hopper since that is his dad in this au and he’s going to come home or get picked up by him.

It was not a good time and even a bit of a setback in Vance’s and Jim’s relationship when he came home to the aftermath of that scene where Hopper had been drinking again and even tore apart some of the house, the drinking part he found out from his mom who called back frantic after Vance plugged back in the phone.

Jim and Diane talk more in this au, but she makes it clear it's mostly just business and for Vance, calls only to ask about their son and how he's adjusting or doing since she knows Vance will just tell her what he thinks she wants to hear. If Jim starts talking about their own relationship and she thinks it might go down the road it usually does, she makes an excuse and hangs up.

Vance searched through the house after that and afterwards would randomly do searches for, and throw out any if he found it, any alcohol in the place. Jim drinking stresses his mom out, low-key stresses Vance out, which comes out in more anger, and is a place he is determined not to go back to since he still remembers when Jim would call drunk trying to get back with his mom.

Overall, Vance and Hopper's relationship became more strained for a while after that incident, although they're both trying their best to make it work since it does comes from a place of love. It's just that neither of them know how to express that properly.

It also very much takes a bit of a nosedive when El comes into the picture.

Depending on how much Vance knows about the events in season 1, he did think it was weird in the winter how Jim would leave in the early mornings with a box before coming back like nothing happened.

If he stayed out of the majority of the chaos, when Hopper came back one day with a strange girl, Jim lied through his teeth that she was the kid of an old friend who would be staying with them for a bit.

If Vance knew enough to know who El was, he'd be surprised at the very least to see she's still alive.

Either way, I can't see Vance's relationship with El, at first at least, being anything but complicated.

I mean, you're putting two stubborn, traumatized kids with anger issues that come out in ways you don't really want to be on the other end of (and El had anger issues as well, as a response to her trauma in the show) in the same small cabin who have no real ties to each other but their caretaker who's basically demanding they coexist and get along.

Vance also might probably feel like Hopper's trying to replace Sarah as time goes on with how he treats her. Especially since in his mind, his dad could apparently pull himself together for a girl he barely knew, but it took three years and Vance nearly dying to get Hopper to try.

Depending, once again, on just how much Vance would know post season 1, add in all this to being constantly left in the dark and lied to with vague, sketchy explanations he knows means something is up but can't prove it.

Overall I think he'd kinda resent her for the above reasons, but at the same time, he definitely sees the similar signs she was also hurt, her limited vocab, hair, and wonder at the simplest things set off a few alarms, and he kinda feels bad she has to stay in all day and knows how easy it is to go crazy with just your thoughts.

So it's like he won't openly antagonize her, but he's pretty cold at first and closed off, ignores her when he can, is more passive aggressive towards her when he can't, but he still somewhat cares about her being okay.

While Vance can't tell anyone about El apparently, he still complains about her to his friends in Denver over the phone, just keeping out the main details.

El also has accidentally crossed his boundaries once or twice since she doesn't know any better and she really does want a friend.

They've absolutely had the "get out of my room" argument.

El isn't too happy a camper either with the situation, Vance overall isn't the easiest person to live with and sometimes the arguments he has with Jim can scare her since they can get pretty loud even though that's just how they are.

She very much still does want to be friends with Vance, but sometimes her efforts can actually make things worse than better, and Jim will insist to give him space and let him come to her like he waited for her.

El can get jealous, too, that Vance is free to go whenever he wants but she can't, and it's been a topic of one of her own arguments with Hopper why she can't go or talk to her friends, but Vance can.

Vance is actually on her side for those since he thinks it's pretty unfair, too, if her going out alone is a problem, he could literally just go with her, she's not going to spontaneously combust the minute she steps into town.

The moments where Vance and El team up against Hopper are his nightmare, like, yes, he wants them to get along, but not when he's the common enemy.

They start to warm up to each other over time, but their relationship at first is pretty complicated, and by s2, they'd be a little better after almost a year, but there's still more downs than ups until they realize how much they have in common

Small off track note, Vance is that older sibling that'd probably lay down on you after winning a fight.

That's all I've got for right now.

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[deada55]

The Horizon

crossposting: none

synopsis: DSR Nathan has a bad night thinking about the past few months at a North Miami waterfront.

tws: vomit, maybe body horror, general physical suffering, drug use... let me know if I missed something.

for dethentines 2/8: inspired by a metal love song (Sextape by Deftones... not really metal, but deftones was my metal gateway so 🤷‍♂️.)

Miami was a pile of expensive, sticky shit on a beach, but the green and purple lights of a North Miami club still sparkled on the water. Maybe his legs were stuck under this metal railing, or maybe everything ached because he shook, or he shook because he'd made his legs go numb trying to get his knees over the edge of the deck. But it was the air that spun, and it was his body that didn’t want to play nice anymore. The water and the flat, dark horizon in the distance was steadfast. In his nightmares, all he had to do was look at the horizon, look away from the teeth and the rotting everything that demanded his attention. It worked sometimes. Sometimes.

Getting too drunk and taking a bunch of molly wasn’t something you woke up from in a flash unless you were in an ambulance. So, he was grateful that he was sitting on a deck. Even with his thighs jammed under the railing, there was no way he’d end up falling. Shit, the fire department might have to cut him out. He constantly reminded himself that no, he wasn’t wet, he wasn’t in the water, he’d just pissed himself, and the dripping down the back of his neck was all sweat. He hoped the bar overhung the ocean. Who knows. His puke was probably expensive as fuck. If anyone were standing below him, they ought to be honored or something.

Controversy drove record sales through the roof. They made bricks on bricks of money off their latest album, even after the hologram breaking down canceled most of the tour. Abigail had done a great job.

Thinking about her made him want to cry. Even before all this happened, she made something in him so needy. He’d set it aside long enough to keep from losing everything, so he could forget a eulogy and apologize through the breathlessness of losing another liver, but “forgetting” her left him with an empty pain, like taking a big shit.

Looking back felt as embarrassing as shitting. What felt like trying to embrace and “own” what he felt towards her leading up to that fucking dinner made him shiver every time it refluxed back into his head. In high school, dudes like that became laughingstocks. Back then, he wasn’t such a creep.

If only he could stop himself, he’d probably feel better. Fuck, he felt better, really, he felt better, after spewing what felt like a gallon of Rémy Martin on tailored fucking Levis. At least, that’s what he mumbled out loud. It’s fine. We’re fine.

Toki wasn’t coming back, and neither was Abigail.

Just when his heart started to sink, what came to mind were Abigail’s tits. Her naked body, all of it, every gentle, soft part of her that insisted on its worth. He never saw the whole truth of her, but it never really mattered to him how honest chicks were to him. Abigail had the talent of knowing the truth, of seeing right through him. Her reactions made her trustworthy. Her commitment and her excellence made her reliable. She meant everything she said, all the time. 

She told that reporter she’d left for her own reasons, that the job was near completion, that the circumstances stopped being professional… He wasn’t anything more than a “circumstance,” a condition. Why did he still feel like he had to prove himself to her?

The last album was all because of her, from her stupid vacation to her work with them on the submarine. The album had to come out: that’s what they’re written for. It was great. It was right. It was meant to be heard, to be listened to. But, he’d give it all up to make it one last time. Even if he had to live through all his mistakes again, he’d take the last few months over and over and over.

The sound of the waves colliding with tipsy crowd chatter stirred up something like shame. It was insane to think that they were still alive somewhere, that they hadn’t just fallen into the hot, dry earth with Magnus and been lost in falling rocks. How dare he remember them this way, with his arms covered with a lacy mourning shroud of stomach acid and delicate, mushy flakes of cognac-drowned potato chips. Would it have felt better if they’d been enveloped in the ocean, the two of them gripping a plank and slowly dying of dehydration? At least then they could live on in the plankton or the scavenging spider crabs, and maybe he’d get to admire how they were still part of the living world that kept coming back again and again in all their songs about destruction and death. Dying trapped in the ground, impinged and crushed by falling stone, wasn’t brutal but cruel. The sea didn’t have any new wisdom or grace to give him.

Nathan knew he ought to try and pull himself out of the fence and go back inside, but only after hearing the rush of one last wave, one last time…

#dethentines 2023 #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #tw vomit #WOOOOOOOOOOO here we go! #my writing

[birdybirdnerd]

giggles and waves my fingers flirtatiously. so you know that scene i drew out of spencer fucking a familiar stranger in a bar? its still haunting me so i wrote it

this is mostly unedited tbh. kind of is. eh

anyways! enjoy

TW for some minor unhealthy alcoholism. spencer hasnt addressed that problem of his just yet

Off days never brought anything good.

Spencer was constantly tired. Constantly overworked. Constantly in need of an actual break, some time to breathe- but with time to breathe, came time to think, and his thoughts were never good when left to marinate for too long.

They turned to the past. To the Parable. To what he used to be, before the other Narrator swooped in and saved him. To what the fellow had said to him, the story he'd told him, and the knowledge, grief-laden in his voice as he surmised that this was all he'd ever know, probably.

To… to his Narrator.

"Useless."

"Stop trying to change the story, Stanley."

"No one cares, Stanley."

"Go back to your office and leave me alone, Stanley."

"Useless."

Spencer grimaced as the ghosts of his past assaulted him with the voice of one so familiar. See, he'd- part of him had hoped, when the other Narrator came to him, explained things, and showed him another option. Part of him had hoped, with such a burning intensity that seared through the pain of apathy, that maybe, maybe, the fellow could get through to his Narrator. There was more out there, there was a future, they could be happy and not trapped together and- they could be together, if only the bastard would look around him for once, would tear his eyes away from those of his fans, his admirers, those faceless masses that demanded more, more /more/ of the two of them.

There was probably something broken there in him, too; dragging him to perform higher and greater, pushing him to push Stan- Spencer, to be more than he was, more than they were, but.

He didn't want to think about that. Not then, not now. Admitting the Narrator was just as fucked up as he was invited a sort of self-loathing that Spencer had to deal with from enough other sources, thank you.

But, god. He really could have loved the man, is the thing. There was a camaraderie there, once upon a time. A power imbalance that belied friction, sure. A dismissal of anything real the Protagonist felt in the moment. But there was banter, and softness, and a lack of such a great ego in quieter moments, that had grown something tender and fragile in Spencer's heart, before the sudden attention ripped it out and tore it to bitter-green mulch.

He missed his old companion- not friend, they hadn't gotten there yet.

But they could have, and fuck, Spencer hated how much his heart keened for that could-have.

The sounds of the bar drifted lazily around him, blocked out by his tumultuous thoughts. It wasn't the bar he worked at; god, no, drinking at his own workplace would have been the most awkward thing ever. It was another place, a little ways away from his apartment that he could walk back, which. He probably would. He didn't want to shell out for a cab, and today was turning out to be one of those bad head-days that always ended in him stumbling home in the dark, thoroughly drunk.

He… should probably work on that sometime soon. Maybe wasn't the best way to cope with everything, but.

Later.

The Narrator's voice flickered through his ears, old insults and apathetic dismissals growing in volume and pitch as he sat there. Grimacing, Spencer swirled his beer and leaned back to down the rest of it, already thinking towards what he might order next. Maybe that local cider- he was feeling in a fruity mood, and he did like cranberries-

He must have been a bit more drunk than he anticipated, because when he threw back the last of his drink, he overshot it a bit. Would have been fine, if not for the fact that the bar was already a little crowded, and in tossing his head back like that, Spencer inadvertently smashed it into someone's arm.

"Excuse you!"

A spike of irrational irritation made Spencer grumble. Yeah, sure, he was the one that bumped into the guy, but the sheer annoyance in the other man's voice set off part of his brain that had been conditioned to antagonize did not want to deal with it.

He turned to apologize, but the guy cut him off before the words were even out of his mouth. "God, how rude, it's like nothing even exists outside your little bubble, isn't it?"

Ohh, that smarmy tone of voice made Spencer's hackles rise, and the effect was only amplified as he fully turned and got his first look at the offender.

Tall, thin, pale and pretentious; this man was as out of place in the dingy bar as a three year old would've been. He wore a slim-cut vest and well-pressed button-up, little crescent-moon glasses on the end of a nose currently turned up and being looked down.

For a brief, horrifying second that stole Spencer's breath away, he saw the Narrator. His Narrator.

But he blinked, and the differences became more apparent. This fellow was shorter; where his Narrator had always needed to tower over him, to make him feel small, this man was probably about Spencer's height. His hair was longer, pulled back in a ponytail, and blonde- a stark contrast to the darker shade of brown his Narrator had worn. His glasses were tinted an shade indescribable in the dim bar, and his voice was higher, more clipped, and decidedly American.

All in all, while something cold had cinched tight along Spencer's spine at first glance, the longer he actually looked at this man, the more he eased up.

The similarities were kind of uncanny, though.

Spencer blinked at the snapping of fingers inches in front of his face. He'd drifted while looking the man over, distracted in his thoughts, and it had been noticed.

"Are you even listening?"

Spencer looked this man in his cold blue eyes - and there was another difference, where his Narrator's had always been black and empty - looked at his arched brows, the way his pretty lips curled in a sneer, and oh, there was another thing he'd tried his best to ignore about the fellow back then, about the form he'd taken and worn like such a well-fitting suit.

A heat he'd done his best to block out then and ignore now started burning again.

Fuck.

"Well?"

Spencer swirled the last of his drink in his glass, considering.

…yeah. He could use with a distraction.

-

It didn't take much to turn the stranger's irritation with Spencer into a more… carnal interest. Just a bit of lounging back on the bar, making sure his arms were plenty visible. Tilt his chin up a little in challenge, shoot him a hooded, heated glance, and boom. Hook, line, and sinker.

Spencer knew he was hot. He didn't use it very often, but when he did, he knew how. He was practically gay catnip, and proud of it.

So, smash cut to an hour later, Spencer was balls-deep in this man whose name he might have gotten before immediately forgetting, slim hips clutched tight in large hands as his shitty Murphy bed creaked with every thrust.

The man had complained about the tiny apartment - thank God Spencer had had the foresight to clean up a little, didn't want any dirty socks lying around and moldy dishes piled up - but was quickly silenced with a mouth over his own and a hand on his dick.

They moved fast and dirty, little foreplay needed when Spencer had turned his rugged charm up while they were still at the bar. Hell, he'd seen his effect on the stranger on the way to his place, gait measured and lightly-awkward as he was ushered up the steps and through the door. Even so, he'd not once lost that holier-than-thou air about him, and even now, split open on Spencer's cock as he was, that pretty mouth refused to stop running.

"God, you could stand to go faster, you know," he said, teeth grit as Spencer moved inside him. "I'm not made of glass."

Spencer growled and didn't respond. He did pick up his pace a bit, slamming home and tightening his grip. He was trying to be considerate, trying to keep his frustration on a short leash since it wasn't actually this man he was irritated with, just his doppelganger that he didn't even know existed.

But it clearly wasn't enough for him.

"Come on, I was under the impression this would be a fun lay, but you're really showing your ass here," the man huffed, knees tight around Spencer's hips as if he's trying to physically drag the man in closer.

Spencer shook his head, picked up the pace even more. "Shut up," he hissed, voice thick as he forced the words out through a throat that didn't want to cooperate.

The man's back arched with a particularly rough thrust, a shivery sigh escaping his mouth, but the sneer still pulled at his lips. "I mean, you're doing fine, but with the way you talked back at the bar, I was expecting better than fine. You're really disappointing m-"

Spencer growled again, low in his chest as he let go of the stranger's hips with one hand and grabbed him around the throat. The words coming out of his mouth were too similar, too familiar, and he did not want to examine why they turned him on even more, why they sent a thrill of pure excitement up his spine and straight to his dick. He just wanted the man to-

"Shut. Up!"

All restraint gone, Spencer dragged him closer by the grip still on his hip and by his throat, nearly off the bed as he plowed into that tight ass. Knees locked around his waist, sharp heels digging into the backs of his thighs but he didn't care, he was getting close, he could feel it. His alcohol-soaked brain and his frustrated and confused libido warred inside him, danced with his irritation, tangoed with the mixed and muddled feelings on his past, and took a deep and self-satisfied bow arm-in-arm with the man below him now panting, thready whines eking through Spencer's grip around his throat, that pretty blush dripping down his chest and staining the skin around his nipples dark and flushed. His back arched, pressing his cock between their stomachs, hot and leaking as Spencer covered him, dwarfed him, used him and took him apart.

Spencer was close, so close, he could feel the tension building in his gut, his balls drawing up tight but it wasn't enough, wasn't enough. He was close, but holding onto that feeling was hard, like sand slipping through his fingers as he chased it down. He wasn't young anymore, had maybe never been young, and though the usual aches and pains that plagued his body weren't quite so stark at the moment, the alcohol in his system had drained what energy he might have had, doing this sober, and that and his libido fought and snarled, tooth and claw to see which would win out and it wasn't enough.

His grip must have loosened somewhat, because the stranger underneath him took in a deeper breath than he had been and smirked. His legs shook around Spencer's waist, cock jumping with every thrust, and as he looked up with dark eyes and long blond hair splayed out on the dingy pillow beneath, he grinned sharp and feral and Spencer saw someone else there, suddenly, someone with darker hair, shorter hair, darker eyes and a voice came out that wasn't this stranger's voice, that was someone else-

"Finally, you're starting to actually listen."

His climax hit Spencer like a truck. He wasn't ready for it, stiffened up and threw back his head with a broken cry as he emptied himself into the body below. His hips stuttered, grip tight enough that there would almost definitely be bruises on the man's skinny thighs in the morning.

Spencer panted, forehead pressed into that narrow, bony chest. His arms shook. His legs shook.

The man's cock was still hard and hot between them, smearing sticky pre-come on Spencer's stomach. He panted, too, wiggling uncomfortably, needy whines escaping as he tried to get Spencer to move, to finish him off.

But reality poured down Spencer's back like a bucket of ice water.

He pulled out and backed away. His knees felt like jello. His hands shook.

"Get out."

His voice was quiet, but it was all he could manage as he turned away.

Confused, the man leaned up on his elbows. His cock laid heavy against his still-heaving chest. "What?" he asked. "I'm- but I haven't-"

Turned out, Spencer could manage more.

"GET OUT!"

Frightened, the stranger scrambled to comply. All his smarmy bravado was gone as he realized that this was not the time to be fucking around. Something was clearly wrong, and he took no time in throwing his clothes back on. In less than a minute, he was out the door, and Spencer was alone once more.

He fell to his knees. The carpet burned his skin where he landed hard, he knew there would be red and angry marks there later, but he didn't care. Couldn't focus on that, couldn't- couldn't do much of anything, except sit there and shake as the full weight of what he just did, of what just happened, hit him.

The man's face overlaid with his Narrator's in his mind's eye again. The look he'd given Spencer, his words mixing and changing in his ear. The way that that, all of that, had just hit just right and been what- what pushed Spencer over the edge.

God.

Fuck.

He scrubbed away the tears that had started to fall, unbidden and unwanted, and hauled himself to his feet. He needed to go clean up, eat something maybe. Not think about this anymore.

…and maybe get another beer.

#repeat and write this story #the spencer parable #personal #my writing #cw suggestive #NOT maintagging this again. good lord #parable actors

[dreaminghour]

doMAYstic 9

Prompt: misplaced/displaced object Fandom: Star Wars. Characters: Anakin & Obi-Wan. Words: 846. Rating: G. SFW. A/N: Just a bit of an alternate timeline for the prequel movies, past-Anidala with maybe a hint of pre-Obikin because I'm incorrigible. Possibly a prequel to I Wish You.

There was a knot of angst in Anakin's stomach as he finally gave in and tore the mattress off his bed. He'd been methodical, he'd moved his few possessions across the room in an orderly fashion, and he still hadn't found it. He had technically already looked under the bed, but he was beyond his wits end. He threw it across the room and then tore everything off his shelves, creating chaos where there had been tenuous order.

He heard the door chime and knew that he would be forced to confront the mess sooner than he was ready too. For another moment he sat amongst the mess of broken things and felt despair crowding his anger.

"Anakin!" Rarely did Obi-Wan lead with exasperation, but his confusion was palpable this time. "What is this?"

"Oh, just a bit of re-decorating, Master." Anakin's voice shook despite his attempt at flippancy.

Obi-Wan was silent, and when Anakin turned to look, his mouth was a harsh frown.

"What's going on?"

"I can't find something." Anakin bit the words out. "I've been looking for a few days, then took the free time I had today to look more thoroughly. But I can't find it!"

He knew that lashing out at Obi-Wan wasn't fair but having no target made it harder to hold the leash.

"Perhaps if you told me—"

"No! You can't help! I'm not even supposed to… It doesn't matter what I've lost, just that I've lost it. Just." He clenched his jaw and fists, trying and failing to find peace, but was already too far gone. "Accept that you can't always help me."

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan snapped, "get ahold of yourself."

His mood curdled, disappointment in Anakin ringing out loudly, but without the urgency of a mission to force an answer, his master withdrew instead.

"I don't deserve that," Obi-Wan said coolly. "Come find me when you can behave."

It took Anakin a long while to slip into the calm of meditation, first approaching it the way he would have when he was feeling upset before trying to find the peace of battle. That was easier. Obi-Wan wasn't a combatant but it had felt like an attack, and the simpler reflexes of his body recognized it as such.

When he came into the common room, Obi-Wan was staring into space, a half-drunk cup of Gatatean brew in front of him. He'd made Anakin one as well, and it was warm enough to soothe, cool enough to drink.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, Padawan." He took a deep breath as he turned to examine Anakin. "Now, will you tell me what is going on?" "Do you remember shortly after we came back from Naboo, and I was in a sour mood?"

Obi-Wan briefly scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Yes," he said.

"I did something I shouldn't have…"

He trailed off, wishing for once that Obi-Wan was less patient.

"I confessed to Senator Amidala that my feelings for her… Well, I'd probably fallen in love with her as a boy, and when I was with her again… You already know, Master, I told you that I thought of her often in those ten years of separation. When I told her, however—" His throat clenched, unable to get the words out he lifted his cup and drank.

"I remember," Obi-Wan said, placid and calm.

"I demanded she give back this gift I gave her as children, and we saw one another recently, and she did. This was right before she went to Cato Neimoidia." He held fast, clasping the mug tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. "I had made her a good luck charm and I childishly asked for it back and now I can't find it."

"Anakin—"

"I just have this foolish hope," Anakin said, hearing the waver in his voice, praying to any gods that would listen he wouldn't cry, "that if I can find it and give it to her… Everything will turn out okay."

Obi-Wan reached across the table, pulling Anakin's vice grip from the cup, taking his hands in his own.

"It isn't your fault," Obi-Wan said. "Not your mother's death, nor the…" He nearly said 'misfortune' again, Anakin knew he was thinking better of it. "The accident with the senator is not your fault. The Force may not always be clear in it's will, but you did not change her destiny with your perhaps 'childish' demand."

Obi-Wan let go with one hand, leaving the cool metal of his prosthetic hand for Anakin to cling to, and checked his wristlet. "We have plenty of time before I need to be with the council," Obi-Wan said. "Let me help you, and we'll go visit the Senator together."

Anakin nodded, feeling himself crumple under the weight of kindness, and Obi-Wan scooted around the table to embrace him.

"It isn't your fault, my dear Padawan." He let Anakin cling to his metal hand and stroked the nape of his neck with soft fingers. "It isn't your fault."

Anakin let himself weep, feeling safe if only for a moment.

#domaystic2022 #star wars #post anidala #pre obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #angst #hurt comfort #loss #grief #star wars fic #ficlet #in case you missed it: obi-wan has a prosthetic hand instead of anakin here #domestic may #domestic obikin #dreamy does prompts

[princess-stabbity]

it’s fun thinking abt when doctors were forcing me to lose weight as quickly as possible and i mentioned to them my concerns abt how weak and dizzy and sick i felt all the time, how they just told me to suck it up, rather than consider that maybe those were symptoms of smth :) 

#disordered eating cw #just in case #i was trying to eat as many vegetables as possible while also essentially limiting myself to child's portions #and not taking any vitamins besides a prescribed d that i could barely remember bc it was. like. weekly #(for some reason it's harder for me to remember weekly shit than daily shit) #and also b12 deficiency can induce memory problems. 'brain fog' etc #honestly one of those guys was so bad i think i could have passed out in front of him #and when i came to he'd probably have demanded to know if i was drunk or smth #like i'm grateful he noticed a problem that wasn't even in his purview but his interpersonal skills were smth else #like i started to wear makeup and floral dresses to appointments #bc when i rolled in in flannel he seemed to think i was like. a rebellious teen or smth #this man was like 35 ftr #you'd think i was describing a fucking septuagenarian

[straighttohellbuddy]

and then there's you {Wilbur Soot}

Anon asked: -(alcohol ment) getting tipsy with will for the first time and just talking about stuff and singing and giggling

Summary: You're a sappy drunk, which all of the friends you've been out drinking with know, however this comes as a surprise to Wilbur. You'd always been perfectly nice to him, just kind of standoffish, which, considering the fact that he learns you're actually very fond of him, is somewhat confusing.

A/N: 2008 words. mr marriott, mr inabber69, im sorry for dragging u both into this. its 3.30am and i have work in a few hours. im working on more of these comfort prompts because i love them. thank u.

Warnings: Drinking.

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

"You know you're one of my favourite people to hang out with," had seemed like a very good thing to announce at the time, in your defence. Sober-you would probably have three separate conniptions, given the surprise on Wilbur's face as he leaned on the bar next to you, but drunk-you, while affectionate, was also the bluntly honest type, "seriously, I'm always pleased when I get to see you for real."

"You what?" It wasn't a bad reaction, persay, just kind of unexpected. All of this is rather unexpected. The bartender, who's pouring the drinks the two of you had ordered for you and your friends, glances between the two of you like she's trying to discern where this is all headed.

"Yeah, I'm quite fond of you," you tell him seriously, looking to your hands, playing with your cash card.

"I... that's very sweet, I didn't think you thought about me," he gives a faint huff of laughter, sounding faintly self conscious. This, however, surprises you.

"We've been friends for almost a year, Wilbur," you tell him, faint confusion in your voice, "of course I think about you."

----

(Later, both of you drunker, sitting in the beer garden of the pub, he will tell you in a tone that's just past joking and edging on accidental honesty, that he's always just been concerned that -

"Well you're James's mate, right, and you knew him before all of this online shit, and I don't know, I always thought I came off as the weird dude from the internet -"

"All of James's friends are weird dudes from the internet," you snorted a laugh, before what he'd said had fully processed - "wait, is that what you thought I thought of you?"

"You were very quiet!"

"I was nervous!"

"For a whole year?" He crowed with laughter at the concept, while you groaned, head in your hands.

"I am not drunk enough for this conversation -")

----

"James, tell Wilbur that I think highly of him," you demanded carefully setting down drinks on the table where your group had gathered. James doesn't even acknowledge his drink before he's frowning between the two of you.

"Yeah, everyone knows that," he answers, as if duh, obviously.

"Everyone except me, apparently," but Wilbur's grinning, before his entire expression lights up as he realises, turning on you, "you talked about me? Oh this is giving me a bit of an ego, why am I only finding this out now?"

"Wait, how did you not know this? Haven't you guys been friends since like, early last year some time?" James seems to find the whole situation baffling, if amusing, though when he raises the same point you'd raised earlier, you throw your hands in the air.

"Thank you!"

"Wait, hold on a minute, you are forgetting one crucial, little detail," it's Fraser now, butting in and picking up his new drink, quickly thanking you for it, "which is Y/N is absolutely inscrutable at times."

"You're inscrutable," you snipe back, sticking your tongue out.

"I wish," Fraser groaned, faux forlornly. You cheersed him.

"Actually, I think I know why; Y/N, you've never been out drinking with Wil before, have you?" Raising his cup to his lips, James gives a thoughtful look to you, half smiling.

"You know I work nights," you say, though you're tones apologetic, as if retroactively sorry for all the times you've had to decline invitations. James, however, seems unbothered, smiling brighter as he looks to Wilbur.

"Y/N's a particularly sweet drunk," he clarifies, and you stick your tongue out at him too. Not that he's wrong.

----

(When had you lost the others? Had they called it a night and you'd missed it? Well they're missing out; the street lights in the cool night air are painting everything a dreamy rose-gold -

"They worry too much, I'm fine, I walk home all the time!" You're looking at your feet, carefully walking on the very edge of the path by the gutter, arms out to balance yourself, "save money too, no taxis or anything." You say, before looking over your shoulder.

"I mean, I probably wouldn't want to walk past a sketchy park or down a dark alley -" Wilbur is walking a few steps behind you, though he rushes ahead to jump, attempting to smack a streetsign.

"You need a knife!" You tell him with glee; people mingling outside of the pub you pass give you both odd looks.

"I don't need a knife, I am a knife, look at me; who would you be more afraid of in a dark alley, me, or -"

"Depends if you had a knife," you tell him.

"Is that why you've been nervous around me?" He asks with a sharp smile, and you press your lips together, puffing out your cheeks as you consider for a moment.

"I'm not intimidated by you, Wilbur, fucking look at you -"

"Ouch, okay," his expression scrunched up with momentary offense, but as the truth pressed against your teeth, you felt yourself growing flustered.

"No, dude, shut up; I was nervous because you're pretty."

"You think I'm pretty?" He sounds downright flattered. Sober-you was almost definitely going to be retroactively embarrassed, but when you looked to him, all you could see was how bright his smile is.)

----

"Always thought it was weird you two didn't hang out more, honestly," Fraser had said casually, while you're sitting on a stool by the table, and Wilbur's using you as an armrest, "always thought you would've gotten on like a house on fire."

"I know why they didn't, but I'm too nice of a friend to say anything," James says, smugly, making direct eye contact with you. Suddenly, you're tense, and about ready to murder him, if it wasn't for Wilbur's arm on your shoulder.

"What's that s'pposed to mean?" Wilbur asked, frowning a little between yourself and James, the two of you locked in a staring match as you make subtle, violent gestures to warn him from saying anything, and he tries not to laugh.

"He's chatting shit because he's an asshole," you mutter, darkly.

"Y/N thinks very highly of you," he says pointedly instead, grin growing wider.

"James don't be weird, I'm trying to make up for lost time with my good friend Wilbur," you tell him icily, "also I know where you live."

"You're such a cutie when you're trying to be threatening," James teases, reaching out and poking your cheek, "aren't they are cutie?" He's still using that syrupy tone when he turns the question on Wilbur.

"Like the little, killer, Monty Python bunny," Wilbur agrees, momentarily leaning down to press his cheek to the top of your head in a fond gesture. James tries and fails to hide his laughter in his drink. Sober-you would have bolted; drunk-you likes the contact too much to actually complain.

----

("This is my building."

"It's very tall," Wilbur peers up, hands stuffed in his pockets as he rocks back on his heels. There's a flush to his cheeks, bridging across his nose, and something joyful shining in his eyes; you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the cool air, but it's a good look on him. You don't want this night to end. Your nerves had deprived you of the opportunity to actually, properly hang out with Wilbur for far too long.

And, you mused, it was kind of fun, kind of freeing, to make decisions that you never would while sober. So you offer to let him crash on your sofa, or at the very least, to keep drinking and maybe watch a trashy movie or two if he wanted.

Even with ample room on the sofa, the two of you end up side by side, practically joined at the hip as you butcher High School Musical 2 as a sing-along. You know he can sing well when he puts in an effort, so it's kind of hilarious watching him fuck it up with enthusiasm.

"Wait, wait, wait," as the credits roll, you finally sit back against the sofa, sitting against him with newfound familiarity. His arm that had been slung across the back of the sofa behind you had come down around your shoulders; his fingertips were tapping your arm in time with the credits-music, "actually I'm curious;" when you turn to look at him, you're momentarily startled by how close you are, how when he turns to look back at you, there's very little space that separates the two of you. You look back at the TV.

"Anyways, we've established that I was proper nervous because of your stupid, pretty face, but you- if you thought I didn't think about you, did you think about me?" You find yourself rambling, before correcting, "What did you think about me, like when we first met?"

"Deeply intimidating," he fired off without hesitation, though the moment you elbow him in the ribs he cracks, laughing, "no, seriously -" and you're definitely listening to him recalling how the first time he'd seen you, you were laying on James's floor, trying to silently distract him while he was filming a video by throwing little bits of balled up paper at him, and how you seemed to have this easy rapport with everyone you meet, but you seemed to only be quiet around him --

His hand is still on your arm, just gentle now, just holding you, and there's a hole in the knee of his jeans that when you reach out to fuss with it, he moves his knee instinctively closer to you.

"I don't think I've ever thanked you for making an effort to include me in stuff, like conversations and shit," you tell him, interrupting his spiel as you realise how much you need him to hear it, "it meant a lot to me."

"That- you're welcome, actually I'm glad you noticed, I was worried you thought I was a dick and that's why -"

"Wilbur," you say with half a laugh, before you can even think about what you're saying, "I never thought you were a dick, I was acting like that because I was terrified you'd realise I have a crush on you.")

----

And when you wake up, when you crawl out of bed cursing your past self, he's sitting in the kitchen, looking at his phone, sitting on one of shitty, little folding chairs by your table, his ankles crossed, mug in front of him.

"I made myself a tea, hope that's okay."

"I was not expecting you to still be here," you admitted, voice groggy, opening your fridge if only to avoid looking at him, "and I'm sorry about being so... much last night."

"Back to being nervous are we?" You can hear how smug he is, and you wish you could curse him for being both smug and chipper while you're dealing with embarrassment and a hangover. Still hovering over the fridge, refusing to look at him, you wince.

"Hey, me and my nerves are sorry, okay, I don't want things to be weird."

"It really doesn't have to be weird," he assures, "but I do have to ask; are you sober enough for this conversation?" And in the foggy back of your mind you remember lamenting something similar last night.

"I'm hungover enough, which I'm going to say counts," you shut the fridge, finally, turning and leaning against it, regarding Wilbur with a familiar, neutral expression, if only to hide the nervousness burning in your veins.

"Don't be cynical; I asked you out last night and you told me to do it when you're sober, so I am."

How had you forgotten that?! The delighted shock must read on your face because his lights up too, grin stretching wide as he seats back on your creaky folding chair.

"Yes, absolutely, oh - I mean-" your obvious eagerness seemed only to endear him, so instead of apologising, you give a firm nod, "I mean what I said, actually; yes, absolutely."

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur imagine #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #cyltlanp #shut ur pretty mouth #Spotify

[rjshepherd]

I need more submissive karl in heat 👀 with the same partner from before. Maybe their first time being exposed to karl in such a state? Let The Service Top Shine And Praise The Good Boy

ok its spicy under the read more as usual lads

- so im not a HUGE fan of making people, particularly abused men with agency into little UWU helpless baby subs when it comes to sex.

but that being said

karl is a little helpless when it comes to heats. They come on so strong and he is still a human, unlike the lycans. he’s just not equipped to deal with so many hormones flooding his body at once, even after having heats by years. he sort of just. malfunctions. Can't do things that yesterday he could do with ease, struggles with basic tasks because he's out of his mind with fever and horny. i don't know if id say "he needs an adult" but he def needs someone sober and not lust drunk to keep him out of trouble and remind him to eat.

- this submissiveness is absolutely not by choice. were it up to him he'd keep the bravado even when bottoming. He forces himself to keep going, pretend hes not having this kind of heat until he literally collapses with either fever or exhaustion and is usually just stuck lying where he fell until a lycan comes across him or the heat wears off. its a little different with you around but either way, hes not happy about this situation and he's sure as hell going to let you know about it.

- He cant take care of this himself so he's dependent on you. but that doesn't mean he's a patient man. i always say he's a bottom but he's not the most submissive person alive. there's a lot of "hurry up and fuck me already" or " get moving i cant wait any longer". its a cross between demanding and begging. if he can move without too much pain, he likes to top from the bottom if you know what i mean.

- i think the first time you came across him like this was different. You had NO IDEA what to expect and probably didn't even realise he was in such pain because he was so adept at hiding. now days you can tell, maybe even have a calendar so you can prep a few days before. but the first time was an absolute shit show. i can see it happening in a few different scenarios, you can choose which one you like best:

1. Karl wanders into the lycans den, desperate for some relief from his heat. the hormones have him almost floating towards the other infected like a loonytoons character smelling food, hes powerless to stop its pull on him. after a few hours of searching you finally find him in the lycans den, looking bloodied, like he's been in a fight. You dont know it until later, but that's just how lycans mate. there's no difference between fighting and fucking for them and this is how karl as been dealing with things for years. You freak out, dragging his semi-conscious ass from the bottom of the lycan pile and back to the factory to patch him up. When he finally comes to he's almost feral; he's having trouble making coherent sentences, body freaking out because he's not surrounded by the scent of the lycans. Feverish and painfully aroused in seconds he tries to shy away, get up and go back to the lycans but he's just too weak. He tries to hide his embarrassment from you as he spreads his legs, making a space for you between them. i see a smile creep onto your face as you realise what he's asking you to do for him. Imagine his surprise when you do actually clamber onto his bed whispering sweet nothings "dont worry darling, im here now. ill take care of you."

2. after a few days of just avoiding you, snapping at you and generally being a grumpy unlikeable fuck you both crack. You get upset first and that sets off karl. Hes shouting and shaking and finally he just slides down the wall, too tired to put up a fight anymore. before you know it he's angry crying from the stress of it all and finally just tells you whats wrong: he's harder than a slab of concrete and needs you, just you, to fuck him so he can finally get some peace. sitting on the floor of the bathroom or something it's hard not to see the tenting in his jeans " that looks painful." you mutter " want your alpha to take care of you?" you offer.

Karl whimpers, hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound. EVENTUALLY he nods, letting you know he's game "good boy" you murmur crouching down in front of him . just your words had such an effect on him? he must be really suffering. so why didn't he just ask? pride probably. maybe he was embarrassed that you or your scent affected him so much. you're just a tiny uninfected human how can you have such influence over the most powerful lord in the village?

having you crouch there, gazing right through his tough facade is doing things to him. He's a little hesitant at first, spreading his legs or bending over to present himself to you. but it's such a sweet gesture, who are you to deny him? you literally fuck him into the floor where he fell, in the middle of the factory where anyone could see. maybe he uses his powers to help you lift him up so you can fuck him against the wall. he's taking most of his weight but he's acting like its all you, clinging to you for dear life as you rock his world. don't forget to praise him as you go, he is your good boy after all.

3. karl wakes up besides you with the worst heat he's ever had. His scent doesn't actually affect you but yours is REALLY affecting him. you can definitely smell his, regardless. If this is how strong it is for you, it must be absolutely MADDENING for poor karl. it's like a fog that's filled the whole room. Karl is almost incoherent with lust, able to do little more than whimper and beg for you to help him out. how you've come around to becoming the alpha's alpha is beyond you, but you aren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His hands are already down the front of his shorts, desperately trying to find some relief for himself but he just cant . He's dropped all pretense of shyness or embarrassment; he just doesnt care at all right now. you have a little chuckle to yourself "so shameless." you laugh , leaning over him. you inhale deeply running your tongue along the shell of his ear. Karl shudders "a-are you going to help me or not?" he huffs, eyes clenched shut . You answer his question by clamping your teeth down on his neck. Karl keens, back arching in pleasure but its not enough to push him over the edge. you slap his hands away to take care of him yourself. He's hopeless when he's like this. "you keep forgetting darling." you say as you sooth the bite with a kiss " no one can touch you like i can." i think this is one of the few times Karl ever submits to you completely : He needs you but he doesn't just want you to bred him, no, he wants to be yours, wants you to mark him for the whole pack to see. you have a blank cheque for mayhem. Make as much of a mess of Karl as you want, cover him in bites and kisses from head to toe, fuck him so hard he can't sit down for days or love him so gently he clings to you and cries in joy when he finally finds relief from this heat. He's yours now, you can do whatever you want with him ~

in the days after , karl is walking around with a love drunk expression, black and blue from bites and hickeys but happier than he's been in weeks. The other lords might raise a few eyebrows but as long as you two are together ,who cares what they think?

there you go nonnie, i enjoyed this IMMENSELY. in fact i genuinely might take all 3 of these scenarios and write some ftm or pegging specific reader x karl stuff. its good shit and since ive fleshed it out here half the work is done already lmao. theres a lot of karl fics out there rn but theyre all top, macho karl taking care of the reader ( which is great dont get me wrong) but i like to cater to a different audience ~

#karl heisenberg #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #my stuff #my writing #spicy #asks #karl x reader #karl heisenberg x reader

[shadowturtlesstuff]

Enchanted

finally finished this!!! im so happy with it, and will be writing it in thomas’s pov as soon as possible and perhaps part 2? 

Sleep evades me. My mind keeps returning to last night, specifically to a certain person I had met last night. I pull the covers higher, burying my head as I finally gave into my wandering mind.

~

I stand alone, needing a break from my aunt Amelia. The music was beautiful, a soft sound that filled the entire room. The party itself was decorated in a magical way, the columns in the building encompassed in vines, the tables with floral centrepieces. It was a mixture of whimsy and magic, yet no one seemed happy to be here. Everyone I spoke to was forcing smiles, men faked laughter as they believed this was not a party but a way to make business deals and enforce their own reputation. It was absurd how no one was just admiring the effort people put into making this perfect. It was the same every month, I'd walk to the edge of the room and watch. To calm my nerves, to explore the different flower pieces, the musicians and the flickering candles from the chandelier. The gowns women wore only once to try and show their wealth, whilst I tended to wear the same, as it fit the magical atmosphere this room desperately tried to make people see, yet they were too blind by their greed, the need to prove themselves to everyone to just simply stand back and enjoy themselves.

My cousin Liza seemed to be in conversation with Dacina, the host of the party, someone I had spoken to a few times, each being more enjoyable. Her calming demeanour and charm always lifted my spirits. Her family organizes this ball once a month, her father hates it but makes a lot of business so it is always left to her to plan and design it. With the help of Illeana and lots of their servants they always make this place ethereal. Her brother, Thomas Cresswell, only ever shows up for a few hours then leaves, only being able to handle the faking niceties for so long. Dacina told me of his tolerance, or lack thereof, to society. She speaks highly of her brother, as I once did, yet I have never met Mr.Cresswell. 

The varnished wooden floor slowly gathers marks as couples danced. How I longed to be one of those dancers, being swivelled by someone I loved. They would look at me as if I was the most magical thing in the room, with a soft smile and adoration in every word he whispers to me. I would be his equal as we spun around, the world fading into nothing as we held each other. Alas, those dreams are not likely for someone cruel enough to carve the dead. 

I snap out of my fantasy as a group of older men walk towards the buffet near me. They talk loud enough so everyone can hear, shockingly talking about work. I roll my eyes at them and look away back to the dance floor. The lights above cast shadows, making the scene feel like my imagination as I sit by a fireplace to read a romance novel. If this was a novel, there would be my love interest here, watching and finding the courage to say something. There are families at the table, children clinging to mothers as the men sit and discuss whatever. My father, uncle and aunt sit together in a seemingly civil conversation. I look for Liza again, deciding I should probably stop brooding in the corner but as I look for her my attention keeps going back to the men at the buffet. Not by choice, but by their obnoxious decision to shout their conversation. 

“A woman led the strike, ridiculous, she had to go,” I heard an oldish man say, followed by murmurs of agreement, “these strikes are out of hand, demanding we pay more, absurd notions.” The man is none other than Mr. Birling, a notoriously cold hearted man, much like dacianas father apparently, both of whom value money rather than people. Even their own families. The group of men who looked the same as him, slightly wrinkled face, greyish hair, miserable faces with hints of conniving schemes being plotted against each other. Friends until one of them was earning more money and was more successful, then they were enemies again. 

The men were in a heated discussion about their business and from what I can dissect from their ramblings is that they fully believe themselves to be hard working men, a rarity these days, and they must do what is necessary for their companies. Meaning, budget cuts, strikes from workers, firing people, and any horrible decision in the name of money.  I refrain from rolling my eyes, or going over to berate them. 

“Mr. Birling would not know what a hard day's work is.” someone says quietly behind me. His voice is smooth, confident, and whilst I agree due to what I have learnt about the birling family and the conversation I had just overheard, I still wouldn't say it aloud with him being this close. Not that he pays any attention to anyone but ‘hard working men’. 

I turn my head slightly, the man behind me is tall, a smirk playing at his lips. His suit is finely tailored in a dark grey, with a peach tie. He takes a step forwards and stands at my side, staring out into the crowd, a glass of half drunk champagne in his hand. I return my gaze to the crowd. “Whatever makes you think that, surely you heard him talk about how much he works,” I try to suppress my own smirk and I also sneak a glance at the strange man. He merely takes a sip of his champagne. 

“Right of course, his words, I shall listen more closely next time.”

“As you should. You wouldn't want to misinterpret someone's work ethic and make a fool of yourself in front of a stranger.” 

“You consider me a fool now?” he turns to me now, hands pressed against his chest in fake offence. His brown eyes meet mine as I face him. His sharp cheekbones feel familiar, but I can't place where from. 

“Yes. how could you consider someone such as Mr Birling, a man with such talent and tolerance of others, a man who clearly built his company and was not handed it by his father, how could you with a straight face imply he doesn’t know hard work.”  we stare at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. He has such a pure laugh, we seem to be the only sound in the room. People around us stop and stare, upset two people are having fun at a party. The stranger leans against one of the columns, disrupting the vines slightly. Yet he doesn't seem to care, as he slowly starts to regain his composure from our outburst. 

Mr. Birling is one of the men looking at us with full disdain. He perceives us as two kids who do not understand life, he specifically tells his accountant that there is something wrong with us if the rumours are to be believed. Children of science. Outrageous. Especially a girl. A girl, not a woman. I ignore his pathetic whining, intent on not letting him ruin my night and return my focus to the stranger. Who, I realise, is someone who enjoys science. His face is more solemn now, having also overheard Mr.Birling. He quickly recovers and plasters a smirk on his face, a spark shines in his eye and I can already tell this won't be good.

“I want to meet this ‘girl’ who led the strike, perhaps she could use some help. I mean, all they ask is fair pay,”

“But fair pay is absurd. Completely and utterly absurd. Why should the wealthy share their wealth to those who ensure it.” he finishes for me. The men that run this world will end up being the reason it fails. We share a look, full of understanding and he lets out a sigh. Now we're talking about work and politics at a party. 

“Aside from those charming men, how are you enjoying the party?” He gestures to the men around us and I snort. Charming was one word for them. Being with him and trading remarks felt like passing notes to each other, telling secrets during class even though we are meant to be listening to the teacher. I can't help but think I know him, and by the look in his own face he knows me. Perhaps we met but didn't have time for a full conversation like we are now. 

“Mostly entertaining, the place is spectacular as always, the people are..” I searched for a word to describe the people, as well as my family. I love them dearly but they can be insufferable. “An interesting mix. My family is dramatic, so I escaped to the edge to peace and quiet, which apparently isn't possible. "I give him a pointed look but he takes no notice. 

“My family is also dramatic, and I came for peace myself but found myself captivated by you, specifically how you watched the crowd, listening, and how you curled your fists in an attempt not to go and publicly humiliate the poor man. Which, by the way, I think you should've. Would've made the whole thing worth it.” He takes a sip of his champagne and I nearly roll my eyes at him. Of course he'd want that. From what I can tell he isn't someone who enjoys society and has no problem saying it. I also think about the families in attendance and which of those are dramatic. The only person I can think of is Darci's brother, whom I've not met but heard about his nature over wine with her. 

“If I was merely standing here minding my business would you still have found me captivating enough to talk to me? Or is my appeal in my anger?”

He downs the rest of the drink and straightens himself taking a step towards me. I cross my arms, impatient but he gives me a soft smile. “I've been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, I always see you here at the edge, always. My eyes find you instantly in any crowd. Transfixed, captivating. It was an added bonus to me when I saw the fierce nature in your eyes up close, I knew I was right to want to befriend you.” 

Silence falls as we both take in his words. I feel bad, not being able to figure out who he is. His honesty is admirable and makes me smile, as well as blush. I can feel heat rise to my cheeks. Just as I begin to rectify the situation by asking for his name, a man comes behind 

me, he’s around 40 probably, and looks at me horrendously in an attempt at a smile. I recognised him from earlier, he's one of the men that spoke with Mr Birling and that alone makes me instantly want to recoil. 

“Can I help you sir?” I asked and I can hear my own clipped words, yet somehow he does not. The smile widens and he looks me up and down. Then he offers his hand to me and I realise he wants to dance. With a woman half his age, that he has never met. 

“Miss Wadsworth, dance with me?” more of a common than a question. Since I am already highly aware he doesn’t like when females have opinions or say no, I refrain from rolling my eyes and just walking off from him. Instead I take a step back, so I'm by my new friend’s side and smile widely. 

“I'm afraid I already promised the darling Wadsworth a dance, we are just finishing our drinks first.” As if to prove my point he drinks the last of his drink, mostly to hide his smirk. Something else the man doesn't seem to notice. His face drops, but his pride makes him believe he can stand there, waiting for me to run to him. There is an awkward silence until I feel hands reach down and take mine, they are warm and make me jump slightly at the contact. Not in a bad way, not in the way I would have if it had been the man in front of me with his gaze like fire as he looks at our joined hands as though he has a right to be mad about it. I feel my own fire burn as he stares, so I tug his hand away from the man. I need to just escape into the dreamlike nature of the dancefloor, as well as thank my saviour and learn his name.

He leads me to the dance floor, nearer the edge and his hands slip down to my waist as I find his shoulders. His touch is hesitant but reassuring. Somehow he looks calm and terrified, as though he never expected to dance with me but never wants to stop. I can't help but feel the same as we begin to move. My skirt swirls around us and we say nothing for a while as we both calm ourselves and let the music envelope us. In a way, this is as close to my daydreaming as I might ever get. Being here on the dance floor with someone who isn't twice my age and the definition of misogyny. We dance as equals, neither of us truly leading but letting each other float around each other. We're sure of our movements and demand nothing from each other. It is a weird calmness that settles. We are strangers as far as i know, and yet we dance as though we have known each other our entire lives. 

“You are a delight, miss Wadsworth.” he breaks the silence, somehow louder than the music for me, yet it's quiet. Almost like he didn't mean to say it aloud. 

“How do you know me?” my voice matches and i feel bad asking, but i need to know. My tone is not accusing, and his face only burrows in confusion for a second before he smirks at me. A smirk I'm seeming to become familiar with.

“My sister Dacina speaks highly of you.” my eyes must expand as he laughs softly. That's why I recognized him. He has the same structure as Dacina, sharp cheekbone and soft skin. Perfect complexion. 

“So you are the infamous Thomas cresswell?” this time I smirk and his eyes widen. 

“Infamous? What on earth have you heard of me?”

“Your sister has lots of opinions on you.”

“Of course she does. Whatever she has said is most likely not true.” He blurts out and I laugh at his relationship with his sister and him wanting to impress me. “Unless she told you I am utterly irresistible, charming, quick witted and incredibly smart.” winking at me he sends me into a surprising spin and my hands land on his chest. We've sped up slightly, yet our heartbeats are both faster than necessary and I can see a hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

“She did mention you have an overly large ego. She'll be happy to know I agree with her.” I feel his hands tighten at my waist slightly and I watch his curls fall down in his face as he shakes his head. I'm delighted by this turn of events. Daci is wonderful, and if this is the Thomas that I get to see, not his reputation, then I shall try and keep this in my life for as long as possible. His spark in his eyes shows how he may think the same. Also, if daci, liza and ileana are with Thomas, then i might have the most fun I've ever had in my life.

His voice slides through my thoughts, but also reinforces them. “I am sure she failed to mention how big of an ego she has. Honestly, Darci is worse than I. Have you met Illeana? She will surely agree with me on this.” 

“I'm sure she would, I've also heard you are a scientist, what do you study?”

“The dead. Much like you and your uncle.” There is so much certainty in his voice, no resentment or the usual tone I hear so I gift him an earnest smile. 

The song ends, and we stand, hands still on each other for a second longer than we should. Just as I go to remove my hands from his chest I feel him pinch my sides lightly. Then his warm hands slip from my waist and I wish more than anything to dance again. 

We go to return back to the column near the buffet, where we first spoke, and as I take a step I feel him move so he's pressed at my back, his hands finding mine. Even though we are gloved, even though no one can see our hands due to how close we are, and how many people are moving about, my heart pounds at his bold nature. I adore it, so I squeeze him and keep my head facing forward as I lead him off the dance floor. We settle back, Thomas letting go of my hand to pick up two glasses of champagne and hands me one. We both take a long sip, perhaps settling our brains or making it worse. Well see. 

“You look,” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words, brows furrowed slightly as if he was reading a dictionary, “enchanting.” he finally finishes, gifting me a rare smile it seems. No longer does he smirk at me, but shows me a genuine look that I want to have painted as it is the best thing I have witnessed. Heat rises to my cheeks as I look down at my dress. Someone at least understood what I was going for, with a pale peach colour, sparkling bodice that runs along the length of the skirt. The long sleeves adorned with tiny gemstones, golden to match the accented colours of the hall. In response to Thomas I look back up at him with my own genuine smile, perhaps some of the only true smiles to be shared this evening. His suit fits him perfectly, showing off his defined features, his tie a pale peach as well. I assume Dacina helps him, as her dresses always astound me with the details. There are tiny, miniscule gems on his tie, that snake down and remind me of vines.

“You look,” I act the way he did, scanning my brain for something that fits, handsome or charming doesn't do justice but I'm sure whatever I use will only boost his ego and be used against me, so I settle with: “bedazzling.” 

“Bedazzling?”

“Thomas, I study the dead, I have to look closer than one should at things, so of course I noticed your tie. Henceforth: bedazzling.” The air shifts back to our teasing tone and he smirks once again.

“You are the only one to notice, except Daci of course, nothing gets past her. Am I correct in assuming you like the tie?” Despite his teasing I feel a hint of worry as if I wouldn’t like his tie. 

“I adore the tie cresswell, everyone here should be weaning ties with tiny jewels.”

His face falls as he scans the crowd, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the groups of men. “I cannot tell if you are being serious with me or not, but I agree nonetheless. The men here are awfully drab, boring, plain. It's insulting to us really. Daci puts so much time into making this beautiful and these people do not see it.” He is shaking his head. I agree, I have heard how much work goes in and despite my effort to help she insists that I do nothing but enjoy the party. I have a sneaking suspicion though that Liza helps. The flower centrepieces are her favourite, and whilst that might be a coincidence I know how stubborn and convincing she can be. 

“I do. I love her parties. I always find myself standing here, watching and noticing all the changes from the month prior. Like, last month she went for more of a red theme, with red roses as the centrepieces, little red accented chairs and carpets. Whereas this month is more of a forestry vine, hence the vines around the column.” I point as though they are a secret thing you need to search for even though they are obvious. Yet he turns anyway and runs his finger down the length of it with his adorable face set at a soft smile. Thomas might have been there when she got the idea, or placed them or he might have placed them himself and is now remembering it. 

My gaze finds Thomas and he looks at me, baffled, and I feel the blush creeping back up. It is not the same confused look that I get when I tell people my love of science, but one of intrigue. As if he could listen to me talk forever and not get bored. It's as if he has never thought anyone would notice such things about his family's party. “Enchanting.” is all he whispers to me. Then he clears his throat, an ever so soft shake of his head as though once again the words were meant for him and not us both. 

I stare out at the crowd again. I'm sure my family will want to know where I've disappeared to, I normally do not leave them this long. Liza I'm sure will want to know why I danced with Thomas. Yet the thought of leaving him makes my legs leaden and my heart sink and anchor me right next to him. Im completely wonderstruck, and feel ill have a permanent blush, especially when i look at his stupidly handsome face, his quick smirk and small smiles that feel special. It is odd, I've only heard stories, spoken to him briefly and danced, yet I have enjoyed his company immensely and hope this never ends. I want more dances and to steal more smiles to keep forever. I want to make fun of people together, and dance. 

I go to steal a glimpse of him, expecting to find him staring at the crowd like I was but his eyes are on me. “I have to leave,” his abrupt words anchor me in an entirely different way, “I mean,  I want to stay and I'm sure you want my amazing presence always now Wadsworth but I have to wake early. New job. So, my darling, I shall see you tomorrow.” Thomas hesitates for half a second and begins to walk away. I watch him go and say goodnight to his sister and then leave. His words fill my head. It’s reassuring to know he enjoys my company as much as I do.

~

I bolt upright in my bed, the lights, music and memories falling away as I focus on the last words he said to me.

I'll see you tomorrow. 

What does tomorrow mean? Does it mean he has a job where he thinks I visit? Will he be making an effort to befriend me? Does he know my family? I am so confused. How had I not caught these words sooner? Perhaps he wants to tell me he had a terrible time, that he doesn't like my presence. I'm on my feet without realising, pacing back and forth, the cold air hugging me close. I wish he was in front of me now. I wish he would whisper the words enchanting again. I wish I knew what was happening in a few hours that warranted him saying those four words. I run my hands over my face, untie my hair and let my curls fall over my shoulder, brushing away the colder ever so slightly. I'm ridiculous. Four tiny words sent me spiralling. I climb back into bed, my hair fanning out around me and the blanket returning warmth back into my system. Immediately my mind returns to Thomas, his face forever in my mind. Even if tomorrow could be the last time I see him, there is a chance that it is just the start. 

Enchanting…

Those words fill me with confidence that yes, Thomas might become someone special to me. That perhaps our dance sparked something and now all I wish is that I can tell him how enchanting he is.

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[smellyfootboy]

SMELLY ENCOUNTERS WITH ETHAN PT 2

So it had been a few months after my last encounter with Ethan where he basically made me his foot bitch. I had moven on and taken It for what it was. A one night fantasy come true because he was drunk. I still jerk off frequently thinking about that night. The whole thing still feels like a dream.

I hadn't really seen him much since then and I hoped It wasn't because he would feel awkward after what had happened. Honestly I question if he had even remembered with his intoxication.

But that day, he texted me out of nowhere:

ETHAN: Hey man. Wassup.

ME: not much hbu?

ETHAN: It's been a while... what are you up to?

ME: just playing PS5... I was able to snag the last one at target.

ETHAN: The fuck dude... and you weren't going to ask me to come play? I wanna try it out to see if it worth it before I get one.

ME: I mean, you are welcome to join me. Sleepover video game party? Haha

ETHAN: Fuck ya! I'll be over in about an hour.

I got butterflies in my stomach. Video game sleepover???? Was he gonna make me his bitch again? I was getting hard just thinking about it. I quickly picked up my apartment a bit. I was tempted to pick up some booze to hopefully recreate the last time but decided against it. It would look too desperate.

Some time past and Ethan arrived. He looked as hot as ever. I noticed myself acting a little nervous around him. I looked down at his shoes and they were a pretty beat up pair of Globes. Different from the converse he wore last time. He typically always wore skate shoes.

"Hey man how you been? I brought some snacks. " Ethan said as he brought them over to the counter.

"Cool thanks! Yeah I don't think we've seen each other since um... new years ?" I said awkwardly.

"Ha. New years that was a fun night... so show me this ps 5 you lucky bastard." Ethan said.

Fun night. Ugh. I just want to talk about it. And make it happen again.

We went to the couch and I handed him a controller. We played for a good hour.

"This is pretty sweet. I think i might have to get one." Ethan said.

"Yeah ... so what did you do all day?" I asked

"A lot of running around. Went and worked out a bit at the gym. Got pretty sweaty. And then came here" Ethan said.

"Not even a shower first? Is that what that smell is " I asked.

"Bitch you know you love it." Ethan said as he shoved my head into his armpit which was definaly strong. I resisted and pulled away.

We went back to playing games for a bit and somehow I ended up sitting on the floor leaning against the front of the couch while Ethan was still on the couch. At some point we switched from video games to watching a movie and I feel asleep on the floor.

I woke up to Ethan whispering my name.

"Guess he's sleeping. Fair game." I heard him say under his breath. His big shoes were hovering inches above my face. His feet had to be size 11 at least. He then removed both of his shoes and looked down at me. I shut my eyes quick to pretend I was still sleeping. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. When I heard Ethan lean back I opened my eyes again. His big smelly feet right above my face. Not only that but this time the red, white, and black socks he was wearing had a bunch of holes in them like they were years old. The smell seemed almost stronger than the last time I had an experience with him. It was so overpowering. He lowered his feet a little more so my nose was right in his toes. His big toe poked out of one of the holes which I honestly found pretty hot. I couldn't belive this was happening again. How long should i pretend to be sleeping? I didn't want to move. I continued sniffing them trying not to inhale too deeply so he'd know I was awake. He suddenly took his big exposed toe and pried it in between my lips. I could feel it rubbing my teeth. And while he did this, his other foot remained hugging my nose. I heard him unzip his pants. I had no idea what he was planning.

"You awake yet?" Ethan asked. I didnt know what to do. But I guess it was time. I pretended to wake up.

"Huh wha..." I pulled his toe out of my mouth

"What are you doing! Ew not again" I yelled pretending I hated it.

"Excuse me! Did I say you could do that?" Ethan said sternly. He slapped my face with his stinky foot and I layed back down.

"Remember when we were young? At sleepovers, anyone that falls asleep first would get hazed." Ethan said. He was determined to make me his bitch again. Who was I to stand in his way? He reached down and pulled his socks off and leaned back again. His big rank feet centimeters from my face.

"After my work out, and wearing these socks for a couple days, I could use a good cleaning. Stick your tongue out" Ethan demanded. I obliged. What immediately followed was Ethans big foot sliding across my tongue. I could taste the workout and the days old socks with every lick. Ethan kept doing this and then started on the toes, sliding my tongue between each one. I could feel the sock lint on my tongue. After what seemed like forever, Ethan switched to the other foot and it was the whole process all over again. My tongue was so dry and so smelly.

After about 20 minutes of vigorous torture to my tongue Ethan took his feet off of me.

"Good boy. Now re-lubricate that tongue." He said. I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and all I could taste was Ethans feet. Once I gained enough saliva, I swallowed and could feel the dirt and grime go all the way down. It took me a minute to catch my breath. I started to get back up.

"Nope." Ethan said as he pushed me forcefully back to the ground.

I was confused... his feet were clean, what was coming next?

Suddenly I could see Ethan's huge balls coming down from above me. He layed them over my nose and they smelled phenomenal. Like they had been excessively sweating all day long.

"Tongue out" he said. Once again I obliged.

His huge nuts started to slide across my tongue. I could feel the stubble on his balls, but they were mostly smooth. He was stroking his large uncut cock while he did this. This was way further than we got the last time we hung out. Ethan suddenly used his hands and stuffed his huge nuts into my mouth. I had to open very wide for them. I could barely breathe. His balls were gagging me and his sweaty taint was over my nose. As he would jerk off I could feel his precum dripping down my chin. I was so turned on.

"Yeah clean off those balls good like you did my feet." Ethan said.

I could feel Ethan reaching climax as I swirled my tongue around his balls. I watched him reach over and grab one of his stinky holey socks, and put it over his cock. I watched him cum in ecstacy while my mouth was stuffed with nuts. He pulled his cum filled sock off his dick and pulled his balls out of my mouth and sat back up on the couch.

"Whew. So yeah. You can expect that when you fall asleep first. " Ethan said laughing. He went back to playing video games and I didn't even know what to do. I started to get up and I was about to grab the other controller to play with him and he grabbed my hand.

"Nah you aren't done yet." He said. He took his cum filled stinky cock and stuffed it in my mouth.

"Chew on that for a while and tell me when it's clean." Ethan said.

So i watched Ethan play video games over the next half hour while sucking on this cum filled filthy sock. This was probably the best night of my life, even better than the first time. I couldnt wait to see what would happen next time we hung out.

[omgbigfluffwriting]

Let Me Be Myself Chapter 3: Memory Lane

A/N: this was written for @daydreamingatnight209 for Pom’s server swap.

Summary: Spencer and Reader take a trip down memory lane courtesy of their inquisitive kids.

“Hey, Mom, how did you and Dad fall in love?” My daughter asks Y/N. I snort, remembering that it started with a dare. Y/N snorted herself. “Aunt Emily said it was ridiculous.”

I glanced at Y/N, wondering what she was going to say. This was the first time any of our quints had shown any interest in how they came to be. “It started with a dare.” Y/N finally says. “Mine, to be accurate.”

“Yours?” Our daughter echoes in disbelief which makes her siblings start listening in as well. I'm surprised Emily actually said anything on the matter.

“Yes, mine.” Y/N said with a chortle as I remember.

----- Memory Start -----

“Come on, Einstein, it's just a prediction! Most often, they don't come true.” Y/N tried to convince me as I doctored my coffee. I snorted.

“You expect me to walk into there for something I know won't come true?" I hissed. My dearest wish has never happened. I wished last year on my birthday that Y/N would finally see that her current boyfriend was an asshole. “Wow, that's actually a new low for you.” I took a measured sip of my coffee. “Why won't you take Reginald?”

She sighed. “I tried, Spencer. Every time he makes up an excuse as to why we can't go.” I rolled my eyes as I made up my mind to go with her. Reginald's continued excuses are the reason I’m going with her. I’m also her best friend...though I wish I weren't friend-zoned.

“I’ll go but Reginald’s still an asshole.” I said as I added a bit more sugar to my coffee. What can I say, I like it sweet.

“Thank you, Spence!” she exclaimed and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and thankfully, she didn't notice that my face had gone as red as my cardigan sweater. “I don't know what I would do without you.”

“Let’s hope you never find out.” I muttered before taking another sip. “Is Reginald working late tonight?” Y/N nodded miserably. He was probably cheating on her, the bastard. I’d seen him making out with his current receptionist the other night. “Come over to my place. Let's finish the Tenth Doctor tonight.”

“As much as I would love to, you and I both know he hates our Doctor Who nights.” she replied. I hated knowing that I’d be a healthier choice for her to have a relationship with than Reginald.

“Actually, who names their child Reginald? Even Elton John had the sense to change his name!” I exclaimed as we went out into the bullpen.

"Not everyone is Elton John, Spence." Y/N wearily replies as she sits down at her desk across from mine.

----- Memory End -----

“You had to coerce Dad into going?” Our first daughter asked, bringing me back into the present. Our other kids were laughing uproariously at Y/N’s recount of convincing me. “I thought coercion was wrong.”

“Honey, your mother didn't coerce me. There's actually a difference between coercion and persuading, which you’ll find out the definition of in a few years.” I said, smiling at the memory. “Besides, I got what I wanted in the end.”

"And what was that, Dad?" One of our two boys asked.

"I wanted your mother and by extension, you." I simply said as I squeezed Y/N's hand lightly to let her know I loved her. She gave me a smile and leaned her head into the crook of my neck.

----- Memory Start -----

We walked into the fortune teller’s tent. I was still highly skeptical about it. I still believe that most fortune tellers prey on human emotions, it’s a profiling turned carnival trick and that it’s not adequately rooted in science. She took one look at us, rose to her feet and bluntly asked, “When’s the wedding? You two make a lovely couple.”

Awkwardly I answered, “We’re...not together.”

She smirks at me and says, “Yet. Fate wants you two together.” I blinked in surprise at her declaration that we were supposed to be together.

After telling her that we weren't interested in a full session, we walked out of the tent. Suddenly, “Oh shit, tonight’s date night!” came out of y/n’s mouth. I raise my eyebrows at her. Twice a month, our team held Date Night, which gave established couples a chance to relax and have fun. I always volunteered to babysit Henry and Michael on those nights because I didn't want to see Y/N with Reginald.

The fortune teller came out and said, "Mr. Reid, a quick word before you and your friend leave." I nodded and went back into the tent, while Y/N went shopping since our task was completed. “You need to go to date night tonight. I'm sensing that this is the chance that you've been waiting for all year.” I blinked in surprise again.

“It’s Doctor and how did...” She pointed to my FBI ID Badge. I had forgotten to take it off when we left work.

----- Memory End -----

“But how did you two get together?” our three daughters ask in unison. I laughed. Whenever the kids were inquisitive, they were my kids. “And how did you know this would be your chance to sweep mom off her feet?”

“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.” I stated.

“In Dad speak that means you think we're not old enough.” Said our second son. I could see the disappointment on my children's faces. I wasn't going to share everything about what the fortune teller had said to me that day.

“No, it means I haven't told your mother how I knew.” I calmly replied. “And there are some things I would rather keep to myself.”

----- Memory Start -----

I had totally spaced on Date night. I found a sexy number that I had gotten for my birthday and hadn't worn (as Reginald hated it) in the back of my closet. It was a rose-gold colored knee-length bodycon dress that showed a healthy, tasteful amount of my cleavage (which wasn't much, thankfully).

“You are not wearing that tonight.” Reginald said as he walked by my room. I frowned, bristling at the imperious demand.

“I will wear whatever I want.” I replied, deciding on the dress in that instant.

“You look like a skank in that dress.” He said and then left to make his own preparations. I ignored him and put on the dress. The moment he saw me in it, he refused to speak to me. When we got to the bar that the team was at, JJ raised an eyebrow.

“And here I thought Reginald wouldn't let you wear that.” JJ remarked.

“It looks good on you!” Penelope gushed. “Spencer chose well.” I looked at her, shocked. “Wait, you didn’t know Spencer got it for your birthday? He saw it and knew it had to be yours.” I shook my head.

“That's why he refused to put a gift tag on it.” JJ explained. “He knew Reginald would never let you wear it as we all did. How...” I grinned, emboldened by the knowledge that Spencer had gifted me this dress.

“I told him I would wear whatever I wanted.” JJ and Garcia both beamed.

“Good.” both women remarked as they took sips of their drinks. I was drinking a piña colada and despite Reginald being an ass while ignoring me, I was having fun.

He seemed to be getting into an argument with Prentiss and Rossi when I looked for him. I frowned since that likely meant he was drunk. He'd pick a fight with Bigfoot, if Bigfoot existed, while he was drunk. “Where’s Spence?” I asked. After he had finished speaking to the fortune teller alone, I tried to get him to tell me what she’d said and my best friend immediately clammed up.

“He’s here somewhere.” JJ remarked as Reginald came up to us. This surprised me as Spencer preferred sitting for his godsons rather than come to Date Night.

“We’re leaving.” He growled. “Doctor Noodle Boy is here.” Again I bristled, this time for the nickname he gave Spence.

“No, we just got here. If you want to go, go. JJ and Penelope...” I started with tears threatening to fall. Why had I not heeded Spencer's warnings about Reginald?

“I said we're going.” he restated, raising his voice. 

“Let me go to the bathroom first.” I said. He nodded and I ran to the bathroom, intending to cry my eyes out but before I got there, I was pulled into a warm, minty embrace. It was Spencer.

“Spence...” I cried into his shirt. He lifts my chin and tenderly wipes away my tears.

“F*** him.” Spencer said. “Leave him and be with me. I don't know when I'll have another chance to convince you.” Spencer murmured before kissing me on the forehead.

On a preserving whim, I decided to leave Reginald. I pulled Spencer's head down, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him just as Reginald stomped towards us. “You wore that for him, didn't you?” Reginald snapped. I gathered my courage which was boosted by Spencer standing behind me.

“We’re over, Reginald.” I said.

“We’re over when I say we're over.” he growled, forcefully grabbing my arm. “We’re going, NOW!” However, Spencer looked at him.

“I’ve been very tolerant of you up until now for Y/N’s sake. Get your hands off her before I break your fingers.” Spencer said coolly.

“Make me, *Pretty Boy*.” Reginald challenged.

“Don’t touch what's no longer yours.” Spencer hissed and broke Reginald’s wrist, ignoring his howl of pain as he escorted me away. I looked back to see cops escorting Reginald outside. When we got back to the dance floor, ironically, ‘You Shouldn't Kiss Me’ was playing. “I knew that dress would look gorgeous on you.” he whispered as he led me onto the dance floor.

We danced to song after song like we were the only two in the room. “I hate to interrupt,” Rossi said coming up to us some hours later. “But the bar’s closing.” Spencer gave me a final twirl.

“Now, how about that Doctor Who marathon?” he murmured. I beamed at him in response and nodded my head. He intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked to his car.

“Thank you.” I murmured, holding onto his hand tightly.

“For what?” Spencer asked.

“For everything. You were right. He was an asshole.” I said, twining my arms around his neck.

----- Memory Start -----

Our kids were laughing uproariously at Reginald’s wrist being broken and my admitting that Daddy was right. “It wasn't that funny.” I mumbled.

“Y/N, you rarely admit you are wrong so yes, it is funny.” Spencer said as I rolled my eyes. I was waiting for the kids’s bedtime to break some welcome news to my husband. I was pregnant again.

“What happened next?” Our kids eagerly asked in unison.  Spencer’s lips quirked into a small smile.

“Your mother broke her foot while we were on a case.” he said with a chuckle. “Not to mention the fortune cookies with dinner that same night.”

----- Memory Start -----

I fell down, my gun falling from my hands as I heard a loud crack. I tried getting up but couldn't. Prentiss directed Spencer to carry me before cautiously going into the house.  I groaned as Spencer lifted me up, held, and carried me bridal style. “How is it that now we're finally a couple, odd things keep happening?” 

“The fortune teller said Fate wanted us together.” Spencer replied as he carried me to an SUV. I groaned at his answer.

“How can you be so...blasé about all of this?!” I exclaimed as he drove to the emergency room. What happened to our man of science?!

“I knew from the moment I met you that you were the woman I’d love for the rest of my life.” My eyes widened. I hadn't expected that answer out of him. “You know, I want kids.” He said as he drove.

“Where did that come from?” I asked. Spencer said nothing. “So do I.” I admit as I keep my eyes on the road to distract me from my pain. 

--

Thanks to my foot being broken, I had to hobble on crutches which meant I couldn't fly. It had something to do with what Spence had done before I was hired, apparently. Prentiss arranged for me to have a ride home with JJ as I lived in the same general area. “Could you drop me off at Spencer's?” I asked, seeing Reginald on my doorstep. JJ nodded and turned around. I slowly made my way up to his apartment after she dropped me off and knocked on the door. 

When he answered, he said, “What's wrong?” as he let me in.

“Reginald is waiting for me on my doorstep.” I replied. Spencer made a disgusted noise before kissing my forehead. 

“When is that guy going to learn?” He mumbled. Then he brightened. “I was just about to order Chinese, want some?” I nodded in agreement. While we waited for our food, Spencer asked, “Doctor Who or Star Trek?”

“Star Trek.” I said as I realized I didn't have any clothes. Fortunately, Spence was one step ahead and had earlier bought me a change of clothes besides pj’s from the store. He also handed me a hoodie sweater.

“This is yours now, Y/N.” I unfolded the sweater to see that it was his Caltech hoodie. “I figured that bastard wouldn't give up.” he said as we settled down to watch Star Trek Voyager. We only had to pause it once in order to get the food and we ate in companionable silence.

When I took our dishes in, I saw a hastily written note taped on top of a couple fortune cookies. It said, ‘Doctor, these are for you and the Mrs.’

Mine read, ‘A good marriage requires falling in love many times — all with the same person.’ I agreed with the sentiment. Spencer’s read, ‘If I know what love is, it is because of you.’

“That is so true.” he murmured.

----- Memory End -----

“It’s still true.” Spencer replied as he looked at our kids who were making faces at us for kissing.

“Don’t I know it.” I replied.  “Not a day goes by without me thanking the Lord that you were there when Reginald tried to force me to go home.”

“Me too.” Spencer said, kissing me on the forehead, like he had been ever since that first night.

“Moom!” Our daughters said, embarrassed. Our sons groaned.

“Our love only grew stronger, Y/N.” my husband reminded me. I smile at the five kids, soon to be six. I couldn't keep quiet any longer.

“Come December, there's going to be a new Reid.” I announced. Spencer’s eyes widened at my news. The kids looked delighted.

“That’s wonderful!” Spencer exclaimed, hugging me. Then in my ear, he whispered, “Remember that time we had to share the same bed on a case?” I chortled.

“How could I forget?” I replied.

----- Memory Start -----

“I'm sharing a room with who, Prentiss?!” I exclaimed in shock. Prentiss had just informed me that I'd be sharing a room with my new boyfriend.

“There aren't enough rooms, so you're rooming with Reid.” Prentiss repeated, “I didn’t expect any protest considering he is your boyfriend.” She shrugged and I followed Spencer to our room. But I received another shock when we entered the room. There was only one bed. Thankfully, there was a couch.

“I’ll take the couch.” I said, not noticing that Spencer was behind me.

“We can share the bed.” he murmured. When I started to protest, he added, “We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.”

“I thought to save it for my husband.” I absentmindedly said. 

“Oh, so you think I won't be your husband? Don't worry, I’ll behave. I'm only joking.” he promised.

“I know you will. I trust you with my life so I can trust you with my virtue. Okay, we can share the bed.” I agreed. He put his arms around me. I leaned into his embrace.

----- Memory End -----

“You were the one that didn't behave.” he reminded me quietly. I grinned, remembering the rest of that night. That had been the night that the quintuplets were conceived.

“You could have said no.” I replied. I felt his chest rumble with laughter.

“I should have made you promise to behave too.” He mumbled. I laughed as he kissed my neck. 

“Mom, what happened next?” Our three daughters asked.

“I nearly lost your father.” I said.

----- Memory Start -----

Tears fell down my face. I was pregnant with Spencer's child after two months of marriage and he was in the hospital in Texas with another neck injury, this recent injury courtesy of Reginald. “Hey, you okay?” JJ asked.

“What if he doesn't pull through? I can't do this without him.” I sobbed.

“Do what?” JJ asked again.

“I’m pregnant, JJ.” I said, still sobbing. “I can't raise this kid without him. Diana won't be much help...”

“Y/N, the doctor wants to talk to you.” Emily called out before JJ could say a word of reassurance to me.

Reginald’s bullet narrowly missed Spencer's carotid artery and hit Spencer a few inches below it. I didn't need to worry about him, since he went to prison for assaulting a federal agent. I was told I could visit but was warned to not excite him as he needed to rest. Angry, I went to visit Reginald.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Reginald asked smugly.

“Your stunt. You could have killed him, Reginald. If he dies, you better believe I will be pushing for you to go to Death Row.” His eyes widened.

“I only wanted you back,” he explained. 

“How does killing the man I lo-” I pause, considering my words carefully. “How does killing the man I love get me back?” I demand. “Let me tell you something, Reginald, if you ever loved me, you will let me go. Never contact me again.” I left after that. I went home, cried, ate ice cream, cried and went to sleep.

Three weeks later, I was beginning to show when Spence woke up. The funny thing was JJ had to drag me to the hospital because I did not want to see him unconscious again.

I entered his room to see him sitting up, animatedly chatting with Luke. Luke smiled and got up. “I’ll just um...” he left.

“Spence...” I breathed in relief and kissed him. “If you ever...”

“I know, I know. You’ll kill me.” he murmured softly. His fingertips brushed the curve of my growing belly. “Are you...” he asked excitedly.

“As of yesterday, ten weeks pregnant.” I answered, just as excited as he was. 

“Um, love, you don't look ten weeks pregnant.” Spencer said. “You look thirteen, maybe fourteen weeks pregnant...”

“Shut up.” I muttered.

----- Memory End -----

Our kids were howling with laughter at my telling daddy to shut up.  I laughed too because it had been funny.

“I was right after all though.” Spencer said as he held me in bed after we’d gotten the kids to bed. “Five children...” 

“I’d never been more terrified in my life than I was at the moment we found out I was pregnant with quintuplets.” I muttered. Well, that was a lie. I had been so petrified at the idea of raising Spencer's child on my own if he died. There was no way I could have raised all five on my own.

----- Memory Start -----

“Ready to see our baby, Einstein?” I asked Spencer the day of my second ultrasound. Spencer smiled at me and nodded as he tenderly tucked a lock of my hair back into place behind my ear. I noticed Spencer’s enlarged eyes and shocked expression first before hearing the doctor’s words.

“That would be babies, Mrs. Reid.” the doctor dryly stated as he looked at the ultrasound screen . Both Spencer and I stared at the screen in shock.

“Babies?!” I repeated dumbly, seeing a pair of fetuses on the screen.

“I was only joking! Do twins even run in your family?” Spencer exclaimed and then asked. In fact, yes, multiples did tend to appear on both sides of my family.

“They do, Spence.” I said softly. “At least they’ll have each other growing up.”

“Looks like quintuplets.” the doctor informed us. Both Spencer and I paled. That meant a high risk pregnancy.

----- Memory End -----

Pulled out of my reminiscing by Spencer's lips on the top of my head, I took a look at the ultrasound photo. “Seven, Einstein. There's possibly twins in here.” I said as I pressed his palm to my still flat stomach.

“I’m glad I accepted your dare, Y/N. Happily married to the woman I love and adore more than my own life with seven kids to boot.” We were both wrong. Later, we would find out, much to JJ’s and Garcia's amused delight, I was pregnant with triplets so we had eight energetic, bright, and happy children.

“Now will you tell me what the fortune teller told you?!” I asked in exasperation. Spencer smiled. “And don't give me that ‘A gentleman never kisses and tells’ shit you gave the kids earlier.”

“She told me that I needed to attend Date Night the night that we got together.” Spencer said, shocking me as he drew patterns on my tummy with the pad of his finger. “Why, do you regr...”

I put a finger to his lips and remarked, “If you love me, Spence... don't ever finish that sentence.”

“Your wish is my command.” Spencer said, kissing me tenderly as one of our babies kicked.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #fluff

[sophroniaa]

Perfectly Lovable

(just quickly wanted to say a huge thank you for the love on "Admiring", it honestly means the world to me. 🖤 & aaaalso, this might turn into a two parter if you like it?? idk)

Word count: 1,3k

Trigger warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being hungover

You wake up the next day, hungover to say the least, trying to deny the real reason as to why you got so drunk in the first place.

It had struck later in the afternoon and you were sitting in the backyard with Rook, enjoying the afternoon sun before it would set and the degrees would start dropping for the night. You had all been having a lazy day. A few of the guys even just starting to come back to life after last night's party. It hadn't been too long since you'd gotten out of bed yourself, feeling too hungover to move. Your thoughts wandered back to the night before, trying to remember what had happened past midnight… you came to the conclusion that the night could be rounded up very easily, as you'd been way too drunk since most of the night came up as a thick fog. The throbbing headache only proving your mental point further.

"It's been a while since I drank that much…" You mumbled to Rook, which only gained a snort in return. "Tell me about it." He chuckled as an answer to your statement, also thinking back to the events of the night before. "Have to say you took me by surprise when you challenged me to a tequila race." He said after a few seconds of silence, the images from the night before playing clearly in his mind. 

The new information caused you to push your sunnies further down your nose to look at him, eyeing his facial expressions trying to see if he was fucking with you. You covered your face with your hands in slight embarrassment when you realized he wasn't. "No fucking wonder we feel like absolute shit today." You said shaking your head, no longer finding the aching body & foggy memories strange.

"Don't think I've ever seen you that drunk." He stated before taking another sip of his pedialyte. You leaned over and took the plastic bottle from him before taking a gulp of your own. A grimace quickly spreading across your face once the taste hit your tastebuds, holding out the bottle to read the flavor.

"Euw, you willingly drink the mixed fruit flavor?" You exclaimed, more than happy to give him the bottle back.

He burst out laughing at your reaction. "So you're able to down multiple shots of tequila with a straight face but pedialyte gets you?" He teased, smirking so big that his eyes squinted a little.

"Shut up asshat…" You mumbled before offering him a playful smile.

"You seen Kells today?" You asked instead, not sure if you dare hear anything else about your drunken state from the night before. You leaned your head back, letting the sunshine rest on your tired face.

Rook only shook his head in response. You could see from the corner of your eye that he sneaked a peek at you trying to read your feelings. "So…" He started to say before falling quiet, like he was debating whether or not to bring it up. "We gonna talk about why you got so fucked up last night?"

You leaned your head back again to enjoy the warmth of the sun whilst hiding away behind your dark sunglasses. "I'm good, Rookie." You said flatly, knowing exactly what he was trying to get at. "Not like I haven't seen him with other girls before."

Not like you hadn't seen him with other girls before wishing it was you in their place.

"I'm just saying… Even an idiot would connect the dots, he brings over his "new girl" & you, who normally don't drink much, gets absolutely trashed."

"That's not why!" You protested.

"Oh yeah, then why did you get so drunk?" He was quick to ask. "Enlighten me." His voice letting you know just how much he believed you, which would be about approximately zero procent. Deep inside, you knew you were crushing so incredibly hard on Colson. It was just easier pretending like you didn't. The palms of your hands would start to sweat just by the simple thought of actually telling him. You could only imagine standing right before him trying to explain the situation, to you that sounds like nothing but a bulletproof plan for a break down.

This caused you to sit in silence for a while, trying to come up with something smart to say… Reaching for anything, really. So far you'd been doing a horrible job at trying to convince him. To be fair, you were probably the one needing the convincing. However it fooled neither of you, no matter how hard you tried to deny stuff. When you came up shorthanded you sighed loudly, signaling that he'd won this time around as well.

Fuck models, switch condoms. You felt your heart thug a little, thinking about the constant variation of girls in his life. As of right now he was seeing a brunette model that you honestly couldn't remember the name of, not too long before that it had been a blonde.

You hated it.

How they would stride into his life chasing that bad boy fantasy, wanting a taste of the exciting celebrity world, being MGK's center of attention for a short while.

Something you hated even more was how they knew exactly what they got themselves into, only to become disappointed when he immediately didn't change his ways and grant their wishes by becoming a whole other person for them.

"You've got that look on your face again." Rook pointed out only to sigh dramatically when he realized you'd slipped deep in thought about Colson, again.

"Sorry, what?" You sat up, straightening out in your seat, coming back to reality after he had nudged your leg with his.

"I said, you've got that look on your face again." Rook repeated. You looked at him dumbfounded.

"You get a bothered look on ya face when you think of the constant switching of girls." Rook explained in a matter of factly tone. Trying to even out your furrowed forehead with his thumb to further prove his point. You were quick to shake your head.

"It's not that… " You said while hating how well he could read you, always knowing exactly what's on your mind. Part of you knew there really was no point in denying it, he could read you like a book at this point. In a desperate attempt at keeping your mouth shut you started to chew on the insides of your cheek, but unfortunately it didn't take long before you spoke again.

"I just hate how they exactly know what they're getting themselves into and yet still have the nerves to act disappointed, demanding this and that, ultimatums left and right… " You mumbled, picking at your nails. "Leaving him to blame it all on himself thinking he's a complicated man to love."

When in reality it was the complete opposite, perfectly lovable the way he is. He was in no way complicated if you saw him for who he was instead of trying to change him into what you thought best fit. Understanding how the things he had been through shaped him into his whole existence. He still had his struggles, but who doesn't? He put on a tough act a lot of the time, acting like nothing could get to him, sometimes even talking a big game, sure thing, but underneath all that was a mushy lil' Colson. A side to him he wouldn't show to just anyone, you had to connect with him. Vibe with him. Almost like he needed to make sure your intentions were good before he could let his walls down a little. He wasn't just an angry guy, shouting into the microphone at an impressive pace. There was so much more to him than the established MGK image.

Never had you met a more genuine or kind-hearted guy, so naturally your heart ached when you oh so clearly could see people taking advantage of that.

Bitches, news flash, this ain't build-a-man factory.

"Dude, just fucking tell him already!" Rook exclaimed, clearly becoming impatient with how you acted like you only saw him as a good friend. "You the type of girl he should be with. These toxic models ain't doing him no good."

"Someone to date him for who he really is, shows him patience and acceptance. Understands his issues and encourage him to get better." He saw the hint of uncertainty spreading across your face as he talked. "Stop that, I honestly think that equals you." He said, putting his palm on the left side of his chest. "You just need a little encouragement to get over your nerves." He teased.

You couldn't help but smile at Rook's encouraging words, loving how he always rooted for you no matter what. You reached your arms out to embrace him in a big hug, a way of showing your appreciation towards him. "Everyone needs a Rook in their life." You mumbled into his chest.

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[thinkaboutdobrik]

Help

People mentioned: David Dobrik, Vlogsquad, Tana Mongeau, Romeo Lacoste

Summary: You're at a club with your friends. When you step outside the club you start talking to some strangers. One of the stranger makes you uncomfortable, and after leaving he follows you. You run away scared and need help from David, who saves the day :)

sidenote: this idea came to mind when i was walking home during the night and some drunk people startled me lmao. I love my imagination

Feel free to shoot me a request!♡

"Cheers!" Tana cheered, raising her shot glass in the air along with her friends, Todd, Scotty, Zane and Heath. You joined in and cheered. You took a deep breath, pinched your nose and forced the bruning liquor down your throat, followed by shivers up and down your spine.

Everbody headed to the dance floor and danced their hearts out. The floor was crowded with people dancing and grinding on eachother. Not really your scene - you preferred hanging out by the bar, chatting and meeting new people.

The music was blasting, everybody was dancing, and you were leaning over the bar trying to catch the bartenders attention. "Two shots" you mouthed to the bartender, holding two fingers in the air, trying to order some shots for you and Dom. The bartender nodded and proceeded to find some shotglasses.

Dom took the shots, handed one to you and you both counted to three. Once again the nasty taste gave you shivers and made you make a disgusted face. Dom leaned over to whisper something in your ear. "Come meet me outside, I wanna show you something."

He made his way through the crowd, as did you shortly after.

At this point you had started feeling sluggish and almost seeing double. Not only did you have 2 shots of who knows what at the club, but you also had a few drinks and beers at David's house before everybody went out. The flashing lights and loud music at the club didn't make it any better. Safe to say you were pretty drunk, but you kind of enjoyed it. Everything got a hundred times funnier when you were drunk, so you were very curious as to what Dom was gonna show you outside.

As you exited the club you looked for Dom but didn't seem to find him anywhere. He couldn't have gone that far, you were just gonna meet him right outside. A few other drunk people were stood outside the club, but none of the faces looked familiar. You decided to go up to a group of people who looked friendly just to keep yourself company. "Hey, have you seen a tall blonde guy with a durag anywhere?" you asked. They all shook their heads no, "are you alone?" one of the guys asked.

"I guess so," you laughed. "Is it okay if I hang out here while I try to call him?" you asked, picking up your phone from your pocket. "Sure. What's your name?" the same guy replied.

You were stood with them for a few more minutes while looking for Dom aswell as trying to call him. He never picked up which was just typical Dom.

One of the guys noticed you started shivering a bit. After all it was getting a bit chilly and you wore nothing but some shorts , a top and a thin jacket. He took a step closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. This caught you completely off guard. "Uhm, hi?" you said looking at him quizzically. He pulled you closer to him, his hand now on your waist and you could feel his strenght not letting go of you. Your body froze. You didn't know what to do. You were very uncomfortable at this point, not knowing who he was let alone his name. Taking a step back didn't work because he wouldn't let go of you. You desperately looked around for familiar faces, hoping they'd see you and help you, but there was no one around.

"Can you let go of me, please?" you asked the guy politely. "Why? You look too damn fine to walk around alone. Stay here with us." he demanded. You shook your head and pulled away from him, scared, and took a big step back. He creepily smiled at you as he took a step forward towards you. Your heart started beating faster and faster, your anxiety kicking in aswell. You looked around you for a place to run. Anywhere was fine as long as you got away from him. You couldn't go inside because all of his friends was satnding by the entrance, and the only exit that caught your eye was down a small alleyway. You ran for it not looking back. Not looking back because you were scared he was following you. You had never been in this position before. A position where you were approached by a stranger in that way, being so uncomfortable your entire body froze and went into panicattack.

The alleyway was small and dark and led to behin the building. Once you got behind the building you didn't stop to catch your breath. The only way out now was to climb the fence. Your adrenaline was through the roof so climbing the fence was no problem. Running out of breath, drunk and seeing double you made it down a few blocks atleast. This was a new street with very few people and a few lit up shops along the streets. You pulled up your phone in hopes of having some missed calls from Dom, but nothing. The only person you could think of right now, that was available and wasn't out partying, was David. Your hands were shaking as you dialled his number.

After waiting for what felt like forever he finally picked up, "What's up?". His voice calmed you down a bit. "David, I need help. I don't know where I am. Can you please come get me?" your voice cracked trying to hold back the tears. "Y/n, what's wrong? Where are you?" he asked, trying to calm you down. "I don't know where I am! I think I'm being followed, David. I'm so scared, you need to come get me, now" you cried, finally letting your tears fall as you dropped to the ground now sitting against the wall. "Calm down. I'll come get you. You don't know where you are? What do you see around you?" he asked. He was very familiar with the whole LA area, so giving him some pin points he'd be able to track you down.

You looked around the area, and the first thing that caught your eye was a lit up tattoo shop. Seeing double didn't do you any favor, but you squinted as hard as you could and tried your very best to make out the words written on the huge window. "C-california... dream tattoo?" you said. David knew exactly where you were. The California Dream Tattoo was none other than Romeo Lacoste's famous tattoo shop where just about every youtuber ever got their tattoos from. "Okay, okay. I know where you are! Is there anybody inside? Knock on the door and ask for Romeo. Tell them David Dobrik sent you." You did as he said and waited for someone to open the door.

"H-hi, is Romero here?" you asked, still keeping David on the line incase anything happened. The guy who opened the door looked at you in confusion. "You mean Romeo? I'm him. How can I help you?" he replied. "I'm David Dobrik's friend and I need help. Someone is following me and I don't know who they are," you said desperately, almost letting tears down your face again.

Romeo opened the door widely allowing you to enter his shop and sit down.

You were sat on the couch, face down looking staright down at the floor. There were a few people at the shop, probably just Romeo's friends because they were all hanging out and chatting. You sat by yourself waiting for David to come pick you up.

This was supposted to be a fun night out. It wasn't supposed to end like this. You were a fun, social person who was easy to hang out with and loved making new friends. However, there was something about this guy outside the club. He wasn't what you expected. Normally it wasn't an issue for you to talk to strangers, but it was something about this guy that felt a bit off. The way he looked you up and down, grabbed your waist with force pulling you closer to him, you knew it wasn't gonna end well, and if you tried to pull away he wasn't letting you. As any other human being would be, you were scared. Drunk, not an ounce of self-control the night could have ended very badly.

"Hey" a familiar voice came from behind you as you felt a hand laying on your upper back. You turned around to see David with a worried look on his face. It didn't take long until you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, your face buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tighter as you let out a big sigh. "It's okay. I'm here." His words warming your heart making you feel very safe. "Let's head home" he said and grabbed your hand. "Thank you, Romeo" you smiled before you and David left.

David opened the doors to his Tesla and the two of you got in. "Wanna go to Chipotle and get some food?" David suggested, hand on your thigh and smiling at you. "I'd love that" you replied.

Parked in the parkinglot David's white tesla was the only car there. The two of you stuffed your faces with food, laughing and talking. His car was warm and comfortable - you felt much safer in his presence.

"So, what happened tonight?" David asked after finishing his burrito. You sighed to yourself, not really wanting to talk about it and re-live it all, but you knew David cared about you. You didn't want to leave him worried so you told him everything.

"I just bolted. I've never ran so fast in my life. Dom's gonna hear it tomorrow. I didn't even get to see what he was gonna show me!" you laughed.

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[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Rio

Buster: [sends the convo to her] Buster: Fair warning Rio: Oh God Rio: Oh my fucking God Buster: What do you wanna do? Rio: I don't even know where to begin or how to think about this Rio: When is she going to stop ruining your life? Rio: Jesus Buster: Never, clearly Rio: She's such a cunt Buster: Hence I'm not doing anything until or if she does 'cause I wouldn't put it past her to sit back and let us out ourselves thinking she will Rio: Yeah Rio: I can see that Rio: she won't, will she Buster: I don't know, babe Buster: It'd be a really stupid thing for her to attempt but like, she obviously isn't trying to play things any smarter Rio: Maybe she still reckons there's a chance for you two, then she won't Rio: 'cos she's not gonna want to drag herself down by proxy, you know Rio: and like she keeps saying, the kid is yours regardless so Buster: Yeah exactly Buster: She cares about her rep fair too much Rio: I think so too Rio: but shit Rio: we should've been more careful Rio: I thought we were, enough Buster: She reckons I'm gonna come crawling if she gets me spooked enough but I ain't Buster: There's nothing to find she's just been looking obsessively Rio: but if she can work it out Rio: should I delete everything Buster: Don't Buster: She's probably saved it all anyway so Buster: Drew did too, it's cunts with their own interests, nobody else knows or is likely to Rio: Yeah Rio: we've got to hope Buster: Nobody'd believe them if they said shit anyway for the same reason Rio: Who would make something like this up though, babe Rio: not even them Buster: Don't say it like that Buster: We're not doing anything wrong Rio: That isn't what they think Buster: And what, you think Drew or Chlo know better about what's right than I do? Buster: Fuck that Rio: I know how it feels Rio: but there's a reason we're scared, right Buster: I'm not scared Rio: How are you not Rio: I feel sick Buster: What's the point? Whatever anyone else thinks isn't gonna change my mind Rio: I don't know Buster: Babe, you can do whatever you need to, okay Rio: I don't want to do anything, I just want a fucking break Rio: Why is it one thing after another Buster: I know Buster: I'm sorry Rio: It's not your fault Buster: Yeah it is Buster: She wouldn't be doing this if not for me Buster: You'd barely even know her Rio: How could you have predicted...any of this Rio: us, her, all of it Buster: Well, I've had years of thinking about us so I shouldn't have risked our relationship when it finally happened Buster: Not with her Buster: Granted I didn't realise she was this fucked up but I still knew enough Rio: Yeah well, we all know you weren't in a fit state Rio: and it's fucked she doesn't realise that's some real dirt you have on her but Buster: I still got myself into that state though Buster: She didn't force me into that part of things Rio: It's not an excuse Rio: You know that Buster: I'm just saying what people would Buster: Not like I'm a girl wobbling along on her heels, is it? Rio: Fuck people Rio: It's no different Buster: Maybe I could just tell my mum Buster: She'd help us fix this Rio: How? Rio: She's not actually superwoman, babe Buster: I don't know Buster: There's gotta shit you can do if someone's blackmailing you Rio: Maybe Rio: I know the police were fuck all help with Ryan so Rio: don't get your hopes up, like Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Should I talk to Chlo again then? Rio: And say what? Like you said, she ain't gonna be happy unless you tell her you love her or some shit Rio: and even then, she'll know you don't really so Rio: the girl doesn't know what she wants Buster: But I could just tell her what she wants to hear, or reckons she does Buster: Buy us time Rio: No Rio: I am not making you do that Buster: I'm not gonna fuck her Buster: Nobody could make me Rio: No Rio: I'd rather out myself right now Rio: fuck that Buster: Should we? Rio: I don't know? Rio: It's like, do we wait and let Christmas and all that come and go and risk her doing it Rio: or do we potentially fuck up the holidays for all, fun times Buster: I'd rather wait Buster: But that's only 'cause I don't like my hand being forced Buster: If she says anything you can deny it if you want, I won't hold it against you, like Rio: Yeah, I don't want the caviat of it to be Rio: 'and we're only telling you 'cos Chloe is gonna drop the bombshell so' Rio: it makes it sound bad and not serious, you know Buster: Yeah Buster: My mum is gonna fucking murder me Buster: She told me not to speak to her Buster: Like not only have I, she also knows and is gonna out my secret Buster: Surprise Rio: How can you not when she goads you into it constantly though Rio: and you only did when you thought it was the right thing Rio: it's not your fault she's mental Buster: I shouldn't be that much of a pussy, letting her get to me Buster: You knew she was bullshitting me Rio: It's what she's good at Rio: Don't blame yourself Rio: Blame her, she's the one who keeps pulling this shit Rio: You can talk to your Mum if you want, I don't mind Buster: No Buster: Like you said, it makes things look different to how they are Buster: And makes me look weak Buster: Fuck that Buster: I can't be running to her like a child Rio: You're not though, you know that Buster: I would be though Rio: Okay, don't tell her Rio: What are you gonna do? Buster: Kill Chlo and make it look like an accident Buster: But seriously, nothing right now Rio: I'll be your alibi Buster: That kinda gives us away, babe Buster: but cheers Rio: I think murder trumps this in the grand scheme of things though Buster: Not when I get away with it Rio: Let's not get cocky Rio: know it's hard but this is serious, Bundy Buster: Harder still now I'm back on her fucking home turf Rio: It's barely any time 'til the hols Rio: if she was gonna do it she'd want max time to torture you, right Buster: Thank Christ Buster: You're right Buster: Just gift me with the DNA for fuck's sake Rio: 😟 Rio: Put in a good word with Santa Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster: You had a good birthday though, yeah? Buster: She didn't ruin that as well Rio: Of course Rio: It was perfect, she can't touch that Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause I actually would have to kill her Rio: Same Rio: She won't ruin xmas either Rio: she's all chat Buster: Agreed Buster: You heard her playing like she has the nerve or means to talk to my sister when she's blocked on everything Buster: You should block her too though Rio: Yeah, even if she snaked her way in, like Nancy literally wants to hear anything from her Rio: What's she gonna do, cc in our parents, like, who even is she Rio: They don't have time for this petty bullshit Buster: Exactly Buster: I don't have time for it and its about me so Buster: One minute she wants me to get into a top uni, the next she's pulling this shit and my focus Buster: Which is it Chlo? Do you want me to keep you in designer gear or nah Rio: She don't know what she wants Rio: so she's got no business making any kind of demands Buster: I can already tell you she don't want this kid and has no business keeping it Buster: I feel bad for her mum and step dad 'cause it's them who'll be picking up her slack Buster: Doubt they have time either Rio: Yeah Rio: and the poor kid Rio: that's no environment to be raised in Buster: Say what you like about ours but they came good for us Buster: Jesus, I reckon I'd take Indie's mum over Chlo at this point Buster: At least nobody could deny she was unfit, can't out and out prove that Chlo is gonna be the worst mum this side of Chelsea, can I Rio: Yeah, there's a difference between unplanned and straight up unwanted Rio: whatever she tries to sell Rio: it's an acceptable kind of bad, isn't it, she won't be the only, like Buster: Cross your fingers for me, babe Buster: If it ain't my kid we don't need to look back Rio: I'll still feel bad Rio: but at that point, nothing you can do about it Buster: Me too Rio: Poor baby Buster: I can't lie, I feel bad for Ro and Drew's already too Rio: God, I know Rio: I was talking to Indie the other day Rio: and she was half joking but Rio: she doesn't even know the half of it Rio: she reckons they might get married Buster: I mean, my auntie clearly wants that Buster: I can't see Drew agreeing to a big white wedding though Buster: All the fam hates him for a start, imagine how awkward the ceremony and after party would be Rio: Oh God Rio: It would be the most depressing wedding in the world Rio: not that he's let that stop him hanging around for this long, he doesn't care Buster: Like are you gonna have Edie as a bridesmaid as well you cunt Buster: We all know he'd want you to do it Rio: Shut up Rio: Your Ma won't let her Buster: She couldn't stop them getting this far Rio: Well, that would be a little shameless, even for this fam Buster: If my life ever gets anything close to that fucked up, leave me Buster: I'm serious Rio: You're gonna have to pick up the pace if that's what you're going for, like Buster: Challenge accepted, babe Rio: 😒 Rio: If you want me to go, just say like, no need to go crazy Buster: I never want you to go Rio: Good Rio: 'cos I ain't Buster: If you could be here instead of there that'd really help me out though, like Rio: I wish I could be baby Buster: Wasted you talked a good game about it that night Rio: I did? Buster: Yeah Rio: Well, exactly how many cheques did drunk me write that I haven't cashed Rio: not saying won't 'cos refuse to be that bitch but need to know what I'm up against Buster: 😏 Buster: Some of them I was glad to rip up but you know Rio: 🙃 ha kill me Rio: I really do not know wtf I took that night Buster: Me either Buster: I've never seen you like that before Rio: Must've been cut with something dodgy that he didn't know about Rio: 'cos he was doing it too so Buster: Don't remind me Buster: Have you seen him since you got back? Rio: He was here one night with Indie Rio: Ro is doing his head in that much Rio: but I made my excuses and left sharpish, like Buster: Well that's something Buster: Sounds like the wedding's off then Rio: Ha, we can dream Rio: they constantly do each other's head's in, I think Rio: it's stupid, the whole thing Rio: if they'd done it when ours did, no one could say anything but they're grown now so sort it out Buster: I should send Chlo over to theirs it'd soon stop her believing we can play happy families Rio: Maybe we could convince Drew that kid is his too Buster: I just choked Buster: 😂 Rio: 😏 Just sayin' Rio: two birds one stone, like Buster: Always thinking, yeah? Buster: 🧠 Buster: God, I miss you so much Rio: Stick with me, babe Rio: I'll sort this shit so you can focus on your real 🧠box shit Buster: Just don't sort it how this fam normally do like 🥊 Rio: I don't think a slap would hurt her but Rio: probably not whilst she's with child, not very classy of me Buster: Fuck class, if that's what she reckons she's got you don't want it Rio: You're cute Buster: You too Rio: Nah Rio: I'm tough as hell Buster: Yeah and I like it Rio: I been knew Rio: You ever call my dominatrix friend or what Buster: 'Course Rio: Don't play Rio: really? Buster: Yeah Buster: Came highly recommended from a reliable source, like Rio: 😩 WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME Rio: why didn't she Rio: rude Buster: Didn't reckon you'd want an actual review back from me Rio: Duh Rio: selfish, right? Buster: Alright Buster: We had a good time Buster: but you know I prefer being the one in control so Rio: Yeah? Good Rio: You just can't buy this level of dedication, babe, sorry to say Buster: No more presents any time soon then, okay Rio: Seriously Rio: I don't even wanna work out how long you're good for with birthdays and xmas, like Buster: 😏 Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: You're an idiot Rio: and I love you Buster: Good 'cause I'm yours Rio: Yeah? Buster: Yeah and you're mine, babe, whatever happens Rio: Promise Rio: Don't let anyone or anything fuck it up Buster: I swear on my life Rio: I'm not gonna let anything happen to you so Rio: we're good Buster: We really are Rio: I don't care if everyone knows Rio: I want people to know you're mine Rio: and I'm yours Buster: Me too Buster: After Christmas we'll figure this out Rio: Yeah Rio: Orrr we just stop hiding it and let 'em work it out for themselves 😏 Buster: Don't tempt me Rio: Everyone too awkward to ask Rio: rely on this fam for that but one loudmouth with a drink in 'em always ruins that Buster: And obviously that's Nance nowadays Rio: 😂 Rio: Don't Buster: Have you seen her? Buster: I should text but with Chlo hanging over me I'm just Rio: I haven't actually Rio: text planning this summer trip with her, and she seemed more like her old self Rio: obviously she ain't over it but everyone else will be soon, so that'll make it a bit better Buster: And the hols really ain't far off, like you said Buster: That'll help, not being at school for a while Rio: Definitely Rio: the others would tell me if shit was really dire at school, I know Rio: I'll check in when I have the chance Buster: As long as she doesn't try and make her ex her New Year's kiss she'll be alright Buster: That stupid cat is really making a difference too, like Buster: Not saying your ma is on to something Rio: If she suggests a gay bar I'll veto that shit hard, I think once was enough to learn on that one, bless Rio: 😏 See Rio: animals heal everything Rio: Indie still wants her puppy Buster: Are you gonna let her? Buster: Or be a strict ma Rio: Steady on Rio: know what you'd like Rio: I think so Rio: she's always out, so it'd get the exercise Buster: True Buster: Keep her out more too, so suits me Rio: Clearly you've never had to shoo a curious animal out the room 😂 Buster: You know we ain't been allowed since we were kids Buster: Not living that life Rio: Aww Rio: I remember Rio: it was so cute Buster: My ma weren't gonna fall for no scruffy pup, like Buster: Only the best Buster: Surprised she let this kitten stay Rio: Redhead pride Rio: gotta stick together Buster: 😂 Buster: I wonder if my brother would've left me outnumbered or what? Could've been blonde like, dad would've been buzzing Rio: Yeah, I wonder Rio: Your curls are the cutest though so, you win by default Buster: You're biased Rio: Am not Buster: Oh no? Buster: Just always got your hands in my hair as pure coincidence Buster: Same Rio: If you've got a better suggestion of how to hold on, lemme know Rio: 😩 fuck, now I miss you Buster: I can't think of anything better. You know it feels too good Rio: I can't think of anything else now Rio: fuck, babe Buster: Do you want me to be sorry? Buster: 'Cause like, you're gonna have to make me if you do Rio: Oh yeah? Rio: Challenge accepted Buster: Let's see what you can do then, babe Rio: Doubt me all you want Rio: Only gonna make me go harder Buster: Yeah? Buster: I hope so Rio: Don't be wasting your wishes now Rio: you're gonna need 'em Buster: Is that a promise? Rio: [Vid] Rio: What do you reckon, daddy? Buster: Fuck Buster: Okay, I believe you Rio: Good, I don't need to be the only one here wishing they weren't alone Buster: You can believe me, you aren't Buster: Jesus, you're so hot Rio: I am for you Buster: You just are and I can only take credit for the tan Buster: Unfair Rio: Trust, you can take credit for that video and the way I'm feeling too babe Buster: As long as you take credit for this Buster: [Sends own] Rio: Jesus Rio: I wanna take so more than credit Buster: I know Buster: And I wanna give you everything Rio: Please can we use the app Rio: I need you Buster: Say please again Rio: Please, Buster Rio: fuck me and make me cum now Buster: Okay, baby Rio: I missed you Buster: I miss you too Buster: Even more when you say my name like that Rio: I can't even help it Rio: it's the only word I have when I feel this good Buster: If I was actually there you'd have no words Rio: I wouldn't need them Rio: you know exactly how to fuck me best Buster: and you know exactly what to say to make me want to Rio: Got to return the favour Rio: no pillow princess Buster: Though if it meant you were here I wouldn't be mad at you lying there doing nothing Rio: The only way you could stop me being all over you if I was there would be handcuffs, babe Buster: That could be arranged, like, but I need you to touch me right now so Rio: You're so fucking gorgeous, baby Rio: I have to feel you to make sure you're real Buster: Christ Buster: You're the one that's unreal. You're so perfect, Rio Rio: You make me feel it Buster: Good Rio: I can't wait 'til you're here again Rio: even if there's going to be so many people to evade Buster: I don't care if the fam suddenly also invites half of Dublin, nobody and nothing is gonna stop be being alone with you Rio: Did you have to say that as you turned it up Buster: Do you want me to turn it back down? Rio: Fuck no Rio: You better not Buster: I didn't think so Rio: 😩 Don't tease me Rio: but also don't stop Buster: Does that feel like I'm gonna stop Rio: Buster Buster: I've got you exactly how I want you babe, we're not stopping Rio: I fucking love you Buster: I love you Buster: So fucking much Rio: I'm just thinking how hard I'm going to make you cum when I see you Buster: Tell me Rio: I want to take you all in and feel your cum hit the back of my throat Buster: Oh fuck Rio: Yeah, I miss you that much, I want you to fuck me with this toy whilst you're in my mouth, I want to be full of you Buster: Babe Buster: I'd kill for that right now Buster: I need you so bad Rio: I know Rio: Do you ache too? Buster: Yeah Rio: We need to get you a toy baby Rio: I'll send you one Buster: Jesus Christ Buster: I'm not gonna argue. I can't Rio: Have you ever used one, they're supposed to be so good Buster: Not yet Buster: But now I wanna Rio: You have to show me when you do Rio: and tell me exactly how it feels Buster: You know I will Buster: We tell each other everything, remember Rio: Yes, daddy Rio: Speaking of, you're about to make me cum Buster: Do it for me baby 'cause I need to cum for you Buster: You know that, don't you? Rio: Have I made you so hard, daddy? Telling you all the dirty things I NEED you to do to me, whilst you fuck me 'til I cum all the way from there Rio: I wanna make you cum without even touching you too, you're so good and I'm so close Buster: Rio Rio: Say my name again Rio: say it out loud when you cum Buster: Fuck, Rio Buster: You're everything Rio: I love you, Buster Buster: I love you Buster: And I want you Buster: I'm being so loud Rio: You're so hot, do you have any idea how fucking special you are Rio: no other lad has come a little bit close Rio: please let me hear you Buster: [Calls] Rio: You make me crazy, boy Buster: You love it Rio: I do Buster: Me too Rio: How could this be wrong Rio: she's stupid Buster: It isn't Buster: But even if it was, I wouldn't care Rio: Yeah? Buster: I meant what I said, nobody's gonna stop me from being with you Rio: Good Rio: I need you, you know Buster: And I need you Rio: You're always going to have me Buster: I seriously can't do any of this without you, you know Rio: You can Rio: but you don't have to Buster: Alright, maybe but I don't want to Buster: And I'm glad I don't have to Rio: You're my favourite Buster: Yeah? Buster: Well, you're one of the only people I like so good Rio: Aw baby, you're a big old softy really 😉 Buster: Shh Rio: as long as you keep hard for me it's all good Buster: You know I can't stop getting hard for you, babe Buster: Christmas is gonna be hilarious like Rio: Seriously Rio: Good 🍀 baby Buster: Do me a favor and look as unattractive as possible Rio: I'll wear an ugly christmas jumper then Buster: Cheers Buster: Straighten your hair and I won't even recognise you Rio: I'll get onto Gracie, I guess Rio: if you shave your head I will cry though Buster: I love you but not that much, like Rio: Good to know I've found the line 😜 Buster: 😂 Rio: Your Da looks good but I'm not seeing it Buster: Steady on Buster: Don't be complimenting me and him in the same breath Rio: 😏 Not like that Buster: Yeah yeah Buster: I don't look anything like him and I ain't about to try and pull of his look, the point's valid Rio: Yeah, you don't much Rio: I don't look loads like mine either Buster: You look so much like your mum Rio: If that's a subtle way of calling her a MILF Rio: heard it before and I doubt you're a stranger Buster: I mean Buster: Nobody'd dare say that about mine though 'cause I'd kill 'em Rio: Not to your face then, babe Buster: Shut up Rio: 😂 Rio: poor baby Buster: It's bad enough when lads say stuff about Nance Rio: Yeah, people are dicks Rio: like you wanna know Buster: And she don't wanna know either Buster: Looking at you James you cunt Buster: Sorry if you thought you were his fave convo topic, babe Buster: 😒 Rio: 💔 Gutted Rio: on my behalf and hers, like Buster: 'Course Rio: Such a tool Buster: Understatement there, like Rio: The amount of times I've had to kick him off my stream still Rio: get over it, babe Buster: Seriously? Rio: Yeah, I mean, it's just usernames but he's that stupid that I could still tell it was him 😂 Buster: I'll punch him again for you Rio: Don't go out of your way, like Buster: I don't have to Buster: I'll see him at school Rio: Yes but I'm saying you don't have to hit him Buster: But I want to Buster: Don't act like you don't Rio: Be a way to avoid Chloe if you're stuck in detention I suppose Rio: unless that's her vibe Buster: Imagine Buster: Safe to say it ain't Rio: 😏 Rio: #badgirl Buster: Don't Buster: Did I tell you she told me cockiness ain't a turn on? Rio: What's she saying, she got lost on the way to your bed then? Rio: like whatever, babe Buster: Doubt I was throwing her lines that night to be fair Buster: If I was chatting anything it was pure shite, guaranteed Rio: You would've been well-suited then Rio: If she wasn't such a bitch with it, I'd be well embarrassed for her Buster: 😂 you're savage Rio: Really? She's tryna fuck up your life, babe Rio: don't think anything's off limits Buster: Take the compliment Rio: Begrudgingly 😜 Buster: I love you Rio: love you 🤓 Buster: I'll leave the uniform on next time I record for you then Rio: Don't 😩 Rio: I'll be put on a register Buster: You're funny Rio: Mm, visit me in prison? Buster: 'Course Buster: You'll need a lawyer Rio: Now that's a conflict of interests Rio: victim and defender, like Buster: I won't tell if you don't Rio: it's that kinda talk that got us here in the first place Rio: so yeah Rio: 🤐 Buster: You're just so good at keeping my secrets, babe, I can't help myself like Rio: I like keeping 'em Rio: works for me Buster: Good