#*nick; dash chat

[romerutherford]

And you shouldn't have so many people to knock of their high horse, but here we are. I mean, not that you wouldn't make a beautiful- handsome test dummy, test person, but if you did I wouldn't be putting my mouth on yours or pummeling your chest cavity. I try to avoid giving people bruises, generally speaking. But with the test dummies everyone gets a chance to practice mouth to mouth and feel exactly how hard you need to press on the chest cavity for effective compressions. It's better for learning. Sometimes people find it easier to learned when to place their hands for compressions if I show them om me. So, you can pummel me in front of your office if you'd like. Thank you.

A not-small part of me thinks you shouldn't have to be used to it, but unfortunately I've been told I can't fight everyone who tends to live on their high-horse. You sure you don't want me to volunteer as a test dummy? I have a feeling at least a few of the folks from the office would get a kick out of watching me get pummeled in the name of health and safety education. Pretend you didn't say what? I didn't hear a thing, 😉

[moodooivy]

Top 10 couples or duos I see as RadioStatic because my RadioStatic brain sees everything as RadioStatic

#10, Dragon and Donkey

... I'm not explaining myself

#9, Buzz and Woody

I mean, I never said they'd all be couples... Sooo....

#8, Rarity and Rainbow Dash

This ship is basically RariJack but actually good Alastor as Rarity because he'd call Vox darling all the time and he's fancy I guess Vox is Rainbow Dash because he's 20% cooler than Alastor <3

#7, Mr. Wolf and Diana

Vox is Diana because yes, he's pretty, she's pretty, it works. Alastor is Mr. Wolf because I like him as a wolf.

#6, Puss and Kitty

I've never really liked Kitty and Puss as a couple, but goddamn it, for RadioStatic, YESSIR! Vox is Kitty because he gotta be the woman any chance I can make him, and Alastor is Puss because ye.

#5, Emily and Victor

ALASTOR AS THE CORPSE ALASTOR AS THE CORPSE. I like any sort of undead x human type RADIOSTATIC aus.

#4, Ladybug and Chat Noir

MLB is such a cringe show, but I can't help but like it. Alastor as Chat and Vox as Ladybug

#3, Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde

Vox as Judy and Alastor as Nick. Tbf, Lucifer and Alastor would probably work better, but I hate RadioApple and love WildeHopps too much.

#2, Wall-E and Eve

*Me when I see old x new couple* Alastor as Wall-E and Vox as Eve It just makes sense.

#1, Argos and Mr. Plant

Vox as Argos and Alastor as Mr. Plant (While I don't think Vox would have an obsession with Alastor as Argos seems to with Mr. Plant (The RadioSilence hater in me is dreading this), Argos is just too cute for me not to see him as Vox)

[freshl6ve]

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the TV screen, watching in awe as the triplets kicked off their show. The energy was contagious, even through the TV, and I felt a familiar sense of pride swell up inside me as I watched them sit in front of thousands of adoring fans.

Chris, Matt, and Nick, were answering questions from the audience, each of them taking turns to respond. I could hear the excitement in their voices as they interacted with their fans, their easy banter and playful teasing setting the tone for the rest of the show.

Chris was the next one to speak, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Next question!” he said, grinning as he waited for someone to speak up.

A girl in the crowd raised her hand, and Chris pointed to her. “Hi! I have a question for Chris,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Sure. What’s your question?” Chris asked, leaning closer to the microphone.

The girl beamed and asked, “We’ve seen countless pictures and clips of you and Y/N together,”

The crowd seemed to react instantly to the question, and excitement buzzed through the air. Fans eagerly waited for Chris to answer, hoping to get a glimpse into his relationship with me.

Chris chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the question. The girl in the crowd pressed on, asking, “So is she just a friend or something more?” Chris paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, before finally answering, “Just a friend,” his voice soft and hesitant.

The crowd's reaction was immediate, a mix of surprise and curiosity. It seemed that fans had been secretly hoping for a different answer, but Chris's response seemed to dash those hopes.

Chris continued, trying to dispel any rumors, “We’re just good friends. We’ve known each other for a long time and have grown really comfortable around each other, so nothing ever feels weird or awkward.”

Nick chimed in, sensing the tension in the air, “Next question!” he said firmly, moving the conversation away from the previous topic.

The show had ended, and the boys were making their way to their tour bus. Fans were still gathered outside, trying to get a glimpse of them, but security was keeping everyone at bay.

Chris reached behind him, his hand outstretched towards me, signaling for me to grab it and stay close to him.

The moment we stepped outside, the fans began to chant, “Chris! Chris!” They pushed forward, straining against the barriers at the barricades to get closer to him. Chris, being the charmer that he is, couldn't resist engaging with them.

The fans enthusiastically replied, telling him that they had loved every minute of the show. Chris let go of my hand and began to sign autographs and pose for pictures with the fans, chatting and laughing with them effortlessly.

Some of the fans spotted me standing nearby and began to call out my name. “Y/N! Y/N! Will you sign something for me?” They called out, waving items for me to sign. Others held up their phones, asking me to take pictures with them.

I felt a sense of surprise as the fans included me in their requests. I wasn't used to being the center of attention like this, but I was touched by their excitement. I walked over to the fans and happily signed autographs and posed for pictures, doing my best to make each person feel noticed.

As I interacted with the fans, some of them couldn't help but compliment me. “You're so pretty,” one said, while another added, “You're so lucky to have Chris.” I chuckled, feeling a mix of shyness and appreciation for their kind words. Every now and then, Chris would glance over, his gaze lingering on me as if he couldn't look away.

The fans noticed the way Chris was looking at me and exchanged knowing glances with one another. Some of them even pointed it out, saying things like, “He can't keep his eyes off you” and “You two look cute together.”

I shook my head and chuckled, responding to the fans' comments about Chris's gaze. “Just friends, guys,” I said, before continuing with the pictures.

As I finished taking pictures, I began to shiver slightly, feeling a chill from the cool night air. I walked over to Chris and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and slipping my hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. Chris, without missing a beat, put his hands in the pocket as well, effectively holding my hands as he kept his conversation with the fans.

I rested my head against his back, seeking a bit of warmth from his body heat. As he continued talking with the fans, he squeezed my hands gently, a small gesture of comfort and acknowledgment.

After a few moments, I whispered in his ear, “I’ll meet you inside,” and gave his waist a gentle squeeze before letting go. Chris nodded subtly, acknowledging my words, and continued speaking to the fans.

The fans immediately noticed the closeness between me and Chris and began to scream in excitement. As I waved goodbye to them, they cheered and applauded, clearly enjoying the hint of intimacy between us.

Chris gave me a final look before continuing his conversation, a small smile playing on his lips. After a few minutes, he finally bid the fans farewell and walked away from the barricades. I watched him as he made his way over to me, his eyes soft and warm.

The bus driver pulled away from the venue, the fans outside waving excitedly. The boys and I stood at the windows, waving goodbye to the fans who were still calling out their names.

Chris stood behind me, watching as the fans grew smaller in the distance. The image of me with my arms around him and my hands in his pockets and the way I squeezed his waist before leaving had replayed over and over in his mind, causing an unfamiliar fluttering sensation in his chest.

Nick slumped on the couch, a yawn escaping his lips. “God, I’m so tired,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Matt nodded in agreement, his own exhaustion evident. “Me too,” he said, stifling a yawn. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”

The bus was quiet except for the low hum of the engine. Nick and Matt were visibly drained after the show, and they both looked ready to crawl into their bunks and pass out.

Chris and I sat on the couch opposite Nick and Matt. He laid his head on my lap, resting on my thighs, as he looked up at me with tired eyes.

“The show was good though,” he murmured, his voice soft and heavy with exhaustion.

Nick and Matt nodded in agreement, their own exhaustion visible on their faces.

I began to run my fingers gently through Chris’s hair, massaging his scalp lightly. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes slowly closing as he relaxed under my touch.

Nick and Matt both got up from their seats, yawning and stretching. “We’re heading to bed,” Matt said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes half closed. “Yeah, goodnight you two,” he said, a weary smile on his face.

We sat in silence for a few moments, my fingers still gently running through his hair. Finally, he broke the silence, his eyes still closed. “What did you think of the show?” he asked, his voice soft.

I continued to massage his scalp, my fingers tracing small circles against his head. “It was good,” I replied, a smile in my voice. “You guys did really amazing, as always.”

My hand moved from his hair, down to his cheek. I gently cupped his face, my touch soft and tender. “You looked really good too,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris’s eyes slowly opened, his gaze meeting mine. He looked at me with a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something I couldn’t quite put a name to. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I nodded, my hand still on his cheek. “Mhm,” I confirmed softly, my fingers lightly tracing the contour of his face.

My finger traced a path from his cheek down to his chest, lingering on the fabric of his hoodie. “But the hat should’ve stayed off,” I said, my voice teasing.

Chris’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “And why is that?” he asked, his tone lighthearted and amused.

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Because I prefer to see your messy hair instead of it being hidden under a hat all the time,” I teased, a small smile playing on my lips.

Chris chuckled softly, a mix of surprised and amused by my words. “Is that so?” he asked, his own smirk forming.

I nodded, my gaze lingering on his messy locks. “Mhm,” I confirmed, a playful tone in my voice. “I think it suits you better.”

Chris shook his head, still smiling at my words. “And here I thought you liked me in hats,” he said, feigning disappointment.

I laughed softly at his feigned disappointment. “Don’t get me wrong, I do like you in hats,” I admitted, my fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “But right now, I just prefer you without them,” I added with a smile.

Chris shifted his position, propping himself up on his elbows as he turned to face me. Our faces were now just inches apart, the space between us growing smaller.

“I’ll keep that in mind then,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on me, the air between us charged with a subtle tension.

His proximity sent a shiver down my spine, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to look away. But I couldn’t resist teasing him a little, my fingers trailing lightly down to his neck.

“You better,” I said, my voice a low murmur, my gaze locked on his. “Or I might have to take matters into my own hands.”

Chris chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow at my words. “Oh really? Is that so?” he asked, his tone playful.

I nodded, my fingers still on his neck, lightly tracing the sensitive skin there. “Mhm,” I confirmed, my eyes flickering with mischief. “I’m not afraid to grab that hat and throw it away, you know.”

Chris smirked, his eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and something else. “Is that a threat or a promise?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

I leaned in closer, our faces now just centimeters apart. “Take your pick,” I replied softly, my fingers still tracing patterns on his neck as I held his gaze.

Chris’s breath hitched at the proximity, his gaze dropping down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again. The space between us felt electrified, the air thick with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

I couldn’t help but notice the change in his gaze, the way his eyes darkened as they flicked down to my lips. A thrill shot through me, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to fade away. I let my fingers move up to his jawline, my touch light and teasing.

His eyes flickered to between my eyes and my lips, as if he was fighting against some internal battle. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

I smiled, my fingers lingering on his jawline, my touch feather-light. “Maybe I am,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fun, isn’t it?”

I moved even closer, my body pressing against his as I continued to trace patterns on his skin. “Being this close,” I repeated, my voice soft, my lips almost grazing his.

Chris’s breath hitched again, his eyes fixed intently on my face. He was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and his scent was intoxicating.

I leaned in, my lips hovering just millimeters from his, my breath warm on his skin. “Let’s see how good your self-control is,” I whispered, my voice challenging.

Chris’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes locked on my face. His body was practically vibrating with tension, and I could tell he was fighting hard to control himself.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said, his voice strained. The urge to close the distance between us was almost overwhelming, but he was holding back.

I tilted my head slightly, my fingers still on his jawline, my touch a mixture of gentle and tantalizing. I could feel the tension radiating from him, his restraint obvious but fading by the second.

“No one ever said I play fair,” I murmured, my voice a low, teasing tone. “Especially when it comes to you.”

He let out a soft groan, the sound almost a mixture of frustration and desire. His gaze was fixed on me, his eyes darkening with every passing second.

I pressed myself even closer, my body flush against his. It was as if all my senses were heightened, the world shrinking down to just the two of us in this moment. I could feel everything, his body tense and taut under my touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I leaned in, my lips almost touching his ear. “Come on, break,” I whispered, my voice teasing and defiant.

I brought my thumb up to his lips, tracing the soft curve of his mouth. He inhaled sharply at my touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if to savor the sensation.

His lips, soft and slightly parted, were mere millimeters from my thumb. I could feel the heat radiating from them, the air crackling with tension. I pressed my thumb gently against his lower lip, my gaze locked onto his face, waiting for his reaction.

His eyes fluttered open, and I could see the struggle in them—the battle he was fighting to maintain control. His breath was coming fast now, almost choppy, and his body was so tightly wound that it seemed like he might explode at any moment.

“Come on,” I whispered, my voice low and seductive. “You know you want to.”

Suddenly, Chris lost the battle, his self-control snapping like a rubber band stretched too far. He moved to kiss me, his body surging forward, but I was quicker.

“I win,” I whispered, the words a soft, teasing breath against his lips. I pulled back just enough to keep his mouth out of reach, a smirk playing on my own lips.

I gave his shoulder a gentle pat, a sly smile on my face. “Goodnight,” I said, my voice filled with satisfaction.

Chris sat there, his head hung, a mixture of frustration and amusement evident in his expression. He poked the side of his cheek with his tongue, trying to contain his emotions, while a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

As I settled into my bunk, my thoughts drifted to Chris, a pang of longing in my chest. I wished he was there with me, and as if he could hear my silent pleas, he appeared, pulling back the curtain and sliding into the bunk.

He wrapped his arms around me, his body pressed against mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck. “Since you won’t play fair,” he whispered against my skin, his voice a mix of desire and challenge, “neither will I.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, the intensity in his voice awakening a deep hunger within me. His lips grazed my neck, leaving a trail of feather-like kisses, while his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me.

We were locked in a game of desire, each move a calculated risk. I let myself sink into the sensations, my own desire matching his, fueling the fire growing within us.

I turned to face him in the narrow confines of the bunk, my body pressed against his. “What happened to the just a friend title?” I asked, a hint of playful defiance in my voice.

Chris looked down at me, a smirk in his eyes. “That was already out the window the moment you started this little game,” he responded, his voice low, the huskiness in it sending a frisson of excitement through me.

I couldn’t help but return his smirk, the thrill of our little game palpable in the air. Our bodies were so close in the cramped space, the heat radiating between us growing more intense with each word.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering near his ear. “So you’re saying you’re not going to fight this anymore?” I asked, my voice soft, almost teasing.

Chris’s voice was low and rough, filled with a mix of desire and a hint of frustration. “Never said that,” he replied, his lips moving along the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

He planted soft kisses, his words a hushed confession against my skin. “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t always want you,” he whispered.

His words were a raw admission, no longer hidden behind the pretense of friendship. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire. I arched my neck, giving him better access to my skin, my body responding to his touch.

His mouth lingered on my collarbone, his teeth grazing my flesh gently, and then he continued to speak, his voice a low, needy growl. “Can’t pretend anymore. You drive me crazy.”

With each kiss, each graze of teeth, his words grew more possessive, more desperate. I could hear the hunger in his voice, the frustration and desire meshed together, driving him forward. “The way you touch me, look at me, it's like torture,” he whispered, his lips trailing up my neck to my ear.

“I can't resist you,” he murmured, his voice rough and urgent. “I've tried, God, I've tried to keep my hands off you.”

“But I want you all the time, every second, every minute.” he murmured, his voice ragged and strained.

As our bodies tangled together in the close confines of the bunk, Chris' hands drifted to the waistband of my pajama shorts, his fingers making small distracting circles on my skin. His touch was gentle but impatient, like he was holding back something, something that could set us both ablaze.

His eyes locked with mine, their intensity searing. And then he said, “I tell the fans we're just friends, but I've always seen you as something more than that.”

My breathing was ragged, my chest rising and falling with each heated moment. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading in the semi-darkness, and I whispered, “Chris.”

His own breathing was labored, his gaze fixed on me, and he responded, “Hmm?” His fingers still lingering on the edge of my shorts, tracing little patterns that sent shivers down my spine.

“I need you,” I said, the words a soft, plaintive moan. The hunger in my voice, the need for him was like a living, breathing thing in the cramped space. I reached up, my fingertips tracing his jawline, wanting, needing him closer.

His eyes darkened at my words, his own need matching mine. He leaned in, his body hovering over me, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “You have me,” he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper. “You've always had me."

His mouth was hot and demanding on mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me with an intensity that made my head spin. I met his hunger with my own, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be a part of me.

His hand slowly left my waist and started a teasing descent downwards, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I felt a surge of anticipation, my body craving his touch. As his hand reached the waistband of my pajama shorts, I grabbed his hand and guided it lower, into the shorts.

Our lips broke apart, our breaths ragged and needy. “Touch me,” I whispered softly, our lips still close enough that his response was almost a kiss. His fingers slowly inched lower, finding my center. He teased around the edge, making me whimper. “Here?”

“Mhm,” I moaned softly, my hips shifting slightly to encourage him. He slid one finger inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit. He started a slow, deliberate rhythm, his fingers curling up to hit that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he added a second finger, his pace quickening. His lips and teeth traced kisses and gentle bites along my neck and collarbone, his other hand coming up to gently cover my mouth. “Shh, stay quiet for me,” he whispered against my skin.

I nodded, my eyes rolling back as he hit that spot inside me again. His fingers were relentless, his thumb never leaving my clit. I felt the pressure building inside me, my body tensing up in anticipation. His lips found mine again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers inside me.

I couldn't help but moan into his mouth, my hand coming down to hold his in place between my legs. My hips bucked against him involuntarily as I rode out the waves of pleasure building within me. His fingers curved perfectly inside me hitting every sensitive spot.

“Mmph!” I muffled a cry against his lips, my fingers tightening around his wrist hard, trying to pull his hand away as I got close. He understood my silent plea, but instead of stopping, he pushed his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot. “Just a little longer, baby,”

I whimpered, my body tensing as I felt the climax building to a peak. His fingers moved faster, more insistently, his thumb circling my clit with expert precision. “Chris,” I gasped into his mouth, my nails digging into his wrist as I struggled to keep quiet.

His long fingers reached deep inside me, curling up to hit that sensitive spot over and over again. I could feel every ridge and vein on his fingers as they moved inside me, the sensation driving me wild. “Shh, baby, just a little more,”

My back arched as the orgasm hit me hard, my inner muscles contracting around nothing. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, bringing them up to my lips. “Suck,” he ordered softly, his eyes darkening as he watched my mouth part to wrap around his wet fingers. God, he was dirty.

I obeyed, sucking my own taste off his fingers as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. He hummed in approval, pulling his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. “Atta girl,” he whispered, leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

He pulled back, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and something else, something deeper. “Turn on your side, ma,” he said, his voice low and commanding. I did as I was told, my body still trembling slightly from the intensity of my climax.

I heard the sound of fabric being removed and turned my head to see Chris bringing down his sweats and boxers, his large hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock. He lined himself up with my entrance from behind, his other hand gripping my hip possessively.

He pushed inside me suddenly, his length filling me up completely from behind. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as I felt him hit deep spots inside me that his fingers hadn't reached. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, starting to snap his hips against me in deep, slow strokes.

His large hands spread my thighs wider as he buried himself deeper, his thick length hitting my cervix with each thrust. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer as he pounded into me. “Shit, baby,” he grunted, his hot breath against my neck.

I covered my mouth with one hand to muffle my moans, the other reaching back to grip his hip tightly, pulling him even closer as he fucked me hard and deep from behind. His thick length stretched me out deliciously, filling me up completely with each powerful thrust.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby,” he whispered huskily against my ear, his pace starting to become more urgent. “Can you feel how deep I'm getting? How hard I'm fucking you?” His fingers dug into my hip as he pulled me onto his length again and again.

With one hand, he managed to lift my leg up despite the limited space, tilting my hips at a perfect angle for deeper entry. “You wanted this, didn't you?” he growled against my ear, fucking me harder. “Teasing me got you here and now you’re getting what you deserve.”

He snapped his hips against me, the angle and his size hitting spots that made my eyes water. “This bunk isn’t giving me enough room to really destroy this pussy like I want,” he panted, “But it’ll do. You’re still taking my big cock like a good girl.”

He removed my hand from my mouth and forced it down between my thighs, curling my fingers against my swollen bud. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, “Let me hear you only, baby.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep my moans quiet as Chris fucked me from behind. “Chris... Mmmph... Right there...” My hand moved softly against my clit, matching his rhythm. The bus’s movement and engine noise helped muffle my sounds slightly.

“Fuck, baby...” Chris groaned against my neck, his kisses becoming more urgent. “I’ve waited so fucking long to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my dick.” He thrust deep and hit a spot that made me gasp. “God damn, you worked me up good.”

“Mmmm... you’re getting so close already, aren’t you, baby?” he growled in my ear, his thrusts becoming more powerful. “Can feel your pussy squeezing my cock... fuck...”

“Fuck...Chriss” I moaned softly, fingers moving faster against my clit. Chris suddenly grabbed my jaw possessively, making me face him over my shoulder. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he ordered, snapping his hips against my ass, going deeper.

“Ahh... Chris...!” I moaned loudly, my eyes hazy and glossy as he kissed me deeply. His tongue shoved into my mouth aggressively, saliva spilling over our lips as he pulled apart for a breath, strings forming between our open mouths. “Mmmph...!”

Chris's thrusts became erratic, his hips slapping against my ass as he chased his release. His kisses grew sloppier with each thrust, saliva dripped down our chins as he moaned into my mouth repeatedly.

“Shit... Baby...” He kissed down my neck roughly, leaving faint hickeys. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy...!” He growled, his body tightening as he came deep inside me. I cried out softly, fingers rubbing my clit faster as I followed him over the edge.

“Mmhmph...!” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck... Yes... Like that... Fill me up, Chris... God...!” My fingers moved furiously against my sensitive bud as he pounded into me, releasing his hot seed deep inside. “Chris...!”

Chris groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. “Fuck... baby...” He panted heavily against my neck, still thrusting slowly as we both rode out our orgasms. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

Chris pulled out slowly, causing us both to moan softly at the loss of contact. He settled onto his back, chest heaving from exertion. I turned to face him, placing my hand gently on his muscular chest, still sensitive from pleasure.

I watched his length closely, realizing it was still rock hard. I wet my lips subconsciously and wrapped my small hand around his base. “Need some help with this?” I asked softly, pumping him slowly. His hips jerked slightly. “Baby...” He watched my small hand working him.

I brought my lips close to his neck, my warm breath fanning over his skin. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth, but the small space made it difficult. So instead, I kissed and sucked on his neck gently, my hand continuing to pump him slowly.

“Mm...” Chris guided my hand with his, showing me how he liked it. “Chris...” I whimpered softly, pumping him slower. “I wish I could taste you...” I admitted softly. He locked eyes with me, dark and serious.

“Once tour's over, I'll let you taste whatever you want, baby.” Chris promised darkly, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. My hand tightened around him at the promise. “Good...” I whispered, leaning in to suck a mark onto his neck.

I started pumping him faster, my small hand moving up and down his length quickly. Chris hissed, his fingers tightening around mine. “Fuck, ma... Just like that...” He panted, his hips thrusting up slightly to meet my hand. “Gonna cum again...” He warned darkly.

“Shit...” Chris cursed softly as streams of hot liquid shot onto his abdomen. He made small, unmanly moans that made me giggle. He glared at me suddenly, finding my laugh sexy. “Mm...” He captured my lips, kissing me deeply as his body relaxed.

“Damn... look what you do to me.” Chris grabbed his boxers nearby, cleaning himself, then carefully wiping me. He tossed them aside before pulling me close. “Come here...” His voice softened.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his chest. His large hands splayed out on my back possessively. He nuzzled his face into my hair, breathing in my scent. “We should really get some sleep…” He murmured, already feeling sleepy and content.

I snuggled closer to him, my head resting on his chest as I listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. His arms tightened around me protectively, and within minutes, his breathing evened out into a soft snore. I smiled softly against his chest, feeling content and safe in his arms.

A/N: a quick little one shot :> sorry for not posting! might post another chapter of “off limits” today if i’m not busy!!

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[ericshoney]

Mini Matt gets sick ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: After a small disagreement with Chris, Mini Matt spends sometime outside in the rain, resulting in getting sick.

Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, small disagreement, tiny angst, sickness, fluff.

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It all happened so fast. One minute you were chilling with the guys, the next you and Chris were arguing whilst Nick and Matt tried to defuse the situation.

This led to Chris storming off to his room and you going out for a walk. Nick and Matt didn't like the idea of you going for a walk angry and upset, but agreed as long as you were back before it got dark.

The house was now silent. Nick and Matt were quietly in the living room, a movie playing as they were busy looking at their phones. They slowly heard footsteps and saw it was Chris coming from his room.

"Hey bud." Matt called.

"Hey. Where is she? I gotta apologise." Chris asked.

Nick and Matt shared a look, but before either of them could answer, you walked in, soggy from the sudden rain that had come. You were shaking slightly as the cold set in.

"I'm sorry, kid." Chris said, coming over to hug you, you tried to stop him so he wouldn't get wet, but that didn't work.

"I'm sorry too." You mumbled against his chest.

Nick and Matt smiled as you made up for your argument. You were then sent to shower and change, before all four of you chilled for the rest of the night.

However, a couple days later, you started to get the sniffles. That progressed into a cold and the three brothers knew, it was from the rain.

So here you are now, curled up in your bed, a mountain of tissues laid in and around the small bin in your room and a empty mug on your side.

"Hey sweetheart." Matt called softly, as he entered your room.

"Hi." You groggily replied.

"I made you some soup. Nick's now getting you some stuff from Door Dash." He mentioned, walking over to you with a tray.

"Thank you." You said, sitting up slowly.

"Chris is feeling guilty about you being sick." Matt also mentioned.

"He shouldn't, can you get him please?" You asked through some sniffles and coughs.

Matt nodded as he placed the tray on your lap, before heading out to find Chris, who was grabbing a drink. Matt looked at him, making him sigh, as the youngest triplet followed him to your room.

"Hey Mini Matt, how ya feeling?" Chris asked, coming to sit next to you.

"I'm okay. Please don't think it's your fault." You said quietly.

"If we didn't argue, you wouldn't have left and got sick." He said, playing with his fingers.

"I chose to go out and not to my room like you. It's my fault." You responded, before blowing your nose, which made Chris giggle slightly.

"You sound like a baby elephant." He said, making you smile.

Chris kept chatting with you as you ate your soup, giggling at anything funny he said. Matt stood in the doorway as Nick appeared, both of them smiling at the two of you, knowing things would be okay.

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[axie-lot]

Sparrow

Characters: Boothill

Warning: Male characters,Spoiler,mention of death,child death.

Very well, this fic will be split into two parts. Part 2 won’t take too long to post. Well, this fic was a request, but this part will serve as more of a "Prologue" for the idea behind the request.

Theme: angst

This work was originally written by me in Portuguese, and I translated it using Google Translator, so I apologize for any translation errors

Summary:Well, a life on the farm, a happy life, until the lands of his planet were invaded by those dogs, bringing hell with them.

[Masterlist]

Boothill remembers very well how he met [name]... Even though so much time has passed, even with his body entirely altered, he still remembers him. How could he forget? Oh, that boy who was as clever as a raven, But at the same time as gentle as a small sparrow. He remembers that meeting as if it were yesterday. It happened during his childhood, And one thing he knows for sure—that meeting Was an unusual one.

Well, young Boothill had just finished his breakfast with his siblings, and Nick had asked him to get the hay from the barn to feed the animals. That was part of his routine back then, so he thought everything would go as it always did. He went about his usual tasks, helped Nick clean up the kitchen after breakfast, and fed the dogs before heading to the barn. But as he was on his way to the barn, something unexpected happened. He heard a desperate scream coming from the road. Curious, he turned to look at the dirt road and noticed something unusual, Something very unusual... He saw a boy, about his own age, running. The boy looked desperate—and rightly so—because right behind him was a large group of geese chasing after him. Boothill was stunned by the sight, having never seen so many geese in one place before.

“What the hell,” was all the white-haired boy could think as he watched this bizarre scene unfold before his eyes.

He stood there, frozen, not knowing how to react. For a moment, he simply watched, but then he noticed something—a small detail. The geese were getting closer. Much closer.

Realizing this, the white-haired boy started running too, before the furious geese could reach him. He looked around for somewhere to take cover and spotted the barn. Without hesitation, he ran towards it, the only place that could offer safety.

He managed to reach the barn entrance, and only then did he glance back to assess the situation. To his surprise, the boy who had initially been chased by the geese had also made it to the barn. Boothill was shocked at how fast the boy had caught up with him, despite the considerable distance between them. But there was no time to dwell on that—the geese were closing in.

The two boys scrambled to shut the large barn doors just in time, before the terrifying geese could get in. They stared at each other for a moment, unable to process what had just happened. Finally, they both spoke at the same time: “Holy shit...”

After that chaotic situation, the two began to talk. And over time, Boothill started seeing the boy more frequently around the farm.

At first, [name] was hesitant to open up to Boothill, always staying on the defensive. But little by little, [name] began to let his guard down. Boothill got to know more about [name]’s personality and discovered that beneath that wary, bird-like demeanor was someone as gentle as a little sparrow.

[Name] would come by every day to visit Boothill, help with the farm chores, and then spend hours chatting and having fun once the work was done.

“Come on, Boothill! If we finish quickly, we can go swim in the river,” said the boy as he dashed past Boothill, who was carrying a bundle of hay.

“Sparrow, it’s just a chicken. She’s probably more scared of you than you are of her,” teased the gray-eyed boy, holding back laughter as he watched his friend being cornered by a small chicken.

[Name] always seemed to show up at the farm out of nowhere, and sometimes he arrived with bruises on his body. Boothill would always worry about his friend when this happened. That’s when he realized he knew almost nothing about [name]’s life.

He tried asking about [name]’s family and where he came from, but [name] always changed the subject. Over time, Boothill stopped asking.

As the two grew closer, they were almost inseparable. Boothill even introduced [name] to Graey, Nick, and his other siblings. He was so happy they liked [name].

Graey and Nick quickly grew fond of little [name] too. They could see through [name]’s lies about his family and noticed the pain he was trying to hide.

And so, the truth came to light: [name] was a street boy. That explained everything—why [name] always avoided talking about where he came from, how he could come and go as he pleased, and the bruises that always seemed to appear on his body.

In the end, they welcomed [name] to live with them. At first, [name] was reluctant, not wanting to be another burden for the men to take care of, but after much insistence, he finally agreed.

Well, if they were close before, now they were inseparable. Living in the same house, it was rare for them not to be together or at least within each other’s line of sight. One was always following the other

Whether it was to tend to the sheep, Check on the cows, Or even ride horses.

Speaking of horseback riding, it was Boothill who taught [name] how to ride. That day was hilarious because [name] was terrified of losing control of the horse and falling off. But by the end of the day, everything went well, thanks to Boothill, who stayed by his side to help with any problems that might arise.

Even though [name] now lived with them, he still held onto some habits from his time living on the streets. He remained a wary bird when strangers visited the farm, and every time that happened, Boothill had to calm him down.

The two of them often went out at night to hunt small game, staying out all night and only returning to the farm in the morning. These were some of the moments when they bonded the most and opened up to each other, as it was just the two of them, their weapons, and the forest throughout the night.

However, the most precious moments for Boothill were when he picked up a guitar and played for everyone, while [name] accompanied him, singing like a beautiful bird.

Oh, those sweet moments… Moments that now belong to the past.

And so it went on for a long time. But time passed, and those children began to grow into young adults.

Oh, Boothill remembers how much [name] had changed as he matured. That young boy with the soul of a skittish bird had grown into a handsome young man. He had let his hair grow long, always tying it in a low side ponytail adorned with a small braid that Boothill himself would often weave into his hair.

And his personality had changed a little. Once a wary and distrustful wild bird, [name] had become a gentle and kind sparrow, though his classic skittishness would occasionally resurface.

Some things had changed during this time. Now, he rarely saw his brothers, but he knew they were doing well. It was also during this period that the most emotional day of his life occurred— The day he proposed to [name]. It wasn’t the most elaborate proposal, but for him, it was deeply moving.

The proposal took place as they were heading home after a tiring day. The sun was already setting, casting its orange glow across the sky. Boothill had the idea for the two of them to stop for a moment to talk beneath a large tree on the farm. He wanted to surprise his little sparrow, even just a little.

He began to talk about their life together, from the time they were children to the present moment. He reminisced about how they met and how they had never left each other’s side. It was at the end of that heartfelt conversation that he made his proposal.

“My sparrow, you know better than anyone that I’m not very good with words. But I want you to know that all the moments we’ve shared together, the countless fun times we’ve had, have been incredibly special to me. You, my sparrow, are incredibly special to me. So now, I’ve decided to take a step forward in our relationship. And so, I ask you—will you marry me?”

He remembers [name]’s tear-filled eyes as he spoke. And as soon as he finished, [name] threw himself into Boothill’s arms, hugging him tightly and saying “I accept” over and over again.

A few weeks later, they got married. It was a simple wedding with just close family members present. It was the happiest moment of Boothill’s life.

He cried—one of the few times he ever did—as he watched [name] dressed in a simple suit. He was moved seeing Nick and Graey, also emotional, watching their adoptive son get married. It was such a beautiful moment.

After the wedding, they began their married life together in a small, simple house near Graey and Nick’s home.

Now both grown men, they lived together, starting their little farm.

Their life was perfect.

The two lived in complete harmony. They worked together, managing the household chores and farm tasks. [Name] even got a job to help with the farm expenses.

For a time, it was just the two of them on that small farm. They adapted well to that life, but both felt something was missing—something to make their family truly complete.

And so, she appeared… Their sweet and dear little girl.

On a silent night—a rare occurrence, as the sounds of rustling leaves or distant animals from the forest were usually ever-present—Boothill sat on the porch, staring into the vast darkness ahead. He had lost sleep and, not wanting to wake [name], who was sleeping soundly, stepped outside to see if the fresh air might bring his restlessness to an end. Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard the sound of loud, piercing cries echoing through the stillness of the night.

Following the cries, he discovered a small baby, wailing and inconsolable. Boothill didn’t know what to do at first, but eventually, he picked her up just as Graey had done for him many years ago and brought her home.

When he returned, he found [name] awake and slightly groggy, likely roused by the baby’s cries. Boothill remembers the look on [name]’s face when he showed him the baby—pure joy. The idea of becoming a parent made [name] so happy, he couldn’t stop talking about how excited he was to take on the role.

From that moment on, the two of them became parents. The void they had both felt was filled by that little girl.

Oh, how attached they became to her.

The next morning, they visited Graey and Nick to introduce them to the newest addition to their family. The two were overjoyed at the thought of becoming grandparents.

As days passed, the baby grew a little older. She began to take her first steps and babble her first words. Though, to her parents’ dismay, one of her first clear words turned out to be a small swear word—something she must have overheard from one of them, simply repeating the sound without knowing its meaning.

Boothill found immense joy in watching [name] hold the little girl and show her the animals on the farm.

Every evening, they had a routine. The two would tuck the little girl into bed, with [name] telling her a story while Boothill played a soft melody on his guitar in the background. Boothill even crafted a small guitar for her, something she could play when she grew older.

Oh, those sweet, precious moments…

But all good things must come to an end.

And it was on that fateful day that hell began.

Boothill wasn’t home when it started. He saw the enormous excavators appear on the horizon of the plains, paying no heed to the protests and despair of the local residents. Black ore began to gush from beneath the earth. Armed guards attacked the locals, forcing them from their homes, insulting their dignity, and disregarding their lives.

Though he managed to infiltrate one of the ships of those invaders, Boothill soon realized that his family needed him. He had to make sure they were safe—he had to protect them.

Cannon fire rained from the skies. When he finally stumbled back to the farm, he found it reduced to ashes. The elderly Graey and Nick, along with all the friends and siblings he grew up with, had already lost their lives. Their lifeless bodies lay scattered across what used to be the farm he called home.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, he rushed to their small house, praying he would find the figures he cherished so deeply alive. But to his horror, the house had been destroyed entirely. With tears streaming down his face, he began searching through the rubble.

What he found broke him completely: the lifeless body of the little girl he had raised as his daughter.

A cruel world, to take the life of a child—a child who had just started walking, a child who would never grow up.

Boothill held her small body close and cried like he never had before.

But then, a thought pierced through his grief: where was [name]? Where was his husband?

Desperate, he searched for [name], combing through the ruins of their home and the surrounding area. [Name] had been staying home that day to care for their daughter. Boothill should have found him there. Yet, no matter how thoroughly he searched, he never found [name]’s body.

What happened to [name] remains a mystery.

All Boothill could feel now was a deep longing for the past.

He missed the times when he could still see the people he loved.

He longed for the days when he still had his daughter and [name] by his side.

In a single day, he lost everything. And it was all the fault of the IPC’s dogs.

Boothill swore vengeance on those who had taken everything he loved from him.

Much time has passed since that fateful day. Over the years, everything changed. Boothill was no longer the same man. His body had been completely modified with mechanical parts, turning him into a cyborg.

Now, he had joined an organization—he was a Galaxy Ranger.

But that wasn’t the only thing that had changed. He had become a wanted man, with a bounty on his head.

That was the price he paid to pursue his ultimate goal: revenge.

Now, this was his life—a cyborg with nothing left to lose because everything he had loved had been turned to ashes.

He was now a cybernetic cowboy wandering among the stars, a member of the Galaxy Rangers who had vowed to punish the wretched by any means necessary. That was all he was.

His purpose was simple: to draw the attention of the IPC. He attacked their ships, slaughtered their lackeys, and spread chaos to lure them out. All to fulfill his ultimate goal—revenge.

Yet, no matter how much his life had changed, a lingering pain remained in his chest. A deep ache for his past. The guilt of failing to save his daughter, of not being able to protect Graey and Nick, and the unbearable sorrow of not knowing what had truly happened to his husband.

Speaking of [name], the question haunted him endlessly: what had happened to [name]’s body? Despite searching relentlessly, he had never found it, leaving him to agonize over its fate.

But after a long time, Boothill finally found the answer to that question.

One day, after destroying yet another IPC ship, the cyborg decided to take a break at a random bar on some distant corner of the galaxy. He wanted to drink and clear his head. Choosing an isolated corner to avoid drawing too much attention, he ordered his long-awaited drink and leaned back.

As he waited, he scanned the bar’s surroundings. It was a dingy, run-down place, but it had its charm. The room was filled with customers, most of whom seemed engrossed in the bar’s center. This gave Boothill some relief—he could enjoy his peace without interruption.

But then, something caught his eye.

On one of the bar’s walls, there was a board filled with wanted posters. He spotted a few familiar names, like the Stellaron Hunters. His gaze trailed across the posters, pausing momentarily on some of the members, until it stopped abruptly on one specific face.

A face that made his circuits freeze.

"WANTED: Stellaron Hunter [name]—Reward: 6.13 billion credits."

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

It was unmistakably [name] in the photo. Though their appearance had changed somewhat with time, Boothill recognized them instantly. He could never mistake the love of his life, no matter how much they had changed. What kind of husband would he be if he couldn’t recognize his beloved pardal?

And now, Boothill had a new purpose in his wretched life.

In addition to destroying the IPC, he would find his pardal.

He would bring the love of his life back to his side once more. to be continued.....

[chris-hallelujah]

BF!Chris x SleepyGF!Reader

Warnings: None!

My Masterlist

Tag List: @matthewsroses @lvrsturniolo @sturnsblog @emely9274 @sturniolozbae @ksturnz @madisonsfavgirl

When he's gaming...

Chris sat in his gaming chair with his girlfriend clung to him. She straddled his waist with her head against his chest while Chris played Fortnite peeking over her head. Every time he would lose he would have to restrain himself from audibly groaning in annoyance so he didn't wake her.

While he's streaming...

Chris and Matt were streaming Chained Together which didn't exactly create a quiet environment. That didn't phase Chris' girlfriend who could be seen asleep on the couch behind Chris. She didn't so much as stir every time Chris yelled at Matt. The chat found this absolutely hilarious and joked about her state of consciousness. Occasionally, Chris would look over his shoulder and chuckle, shaking his head. "Kid could sleep through a literal apocalypse if I let her."

After a long day...

The triplets had been out vlogging all day with Chris' girlfriend tagging along. They had hit the mall, bowling alley, dinner, and were now on their way back home. The vlog camera was propped on the dash as Matt drove and Nick sat in the passenger seat. In the back row, Chris sat in the middle with his girlfriend laid across his lap. Nick looked over his shoulder and laughed, "We have been in the car for literally 5 minutes and she is knocked out!"

On the tour bus...

It was the day of the Philly Show on the Surprise Party Tour. The boys had to be up early, well early for them, at 9:00 ready to go. Luckily, for Chris' girlfriend, she had no where to be until she went to the venue at 3:00. Chris yawned as he climbed out of the bunk. "Shut the curtain!" she grumbled, pulling the blanket over her face.

Divider by: @issysh3ll

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Colonel brandon x mermaid fem reader 🧜‍♀️🎩

It was the summer of 1792, within the Barton cottage of Devon in the countryside. Mrs. Dashwoods daughters wandered through the rich, vibrant field's plain accompanied by Edward and Colonel Brandon—much to the annoyance of Marianne. They were chatting about the yester nights supper.

As Edward and Elinor speak of their own personal affairs. Marianne remained silent, livid, and stultified along the walk. She had no interest in Colonel. He insisted to Mrs Dashwood on going along for the mere purpose of protection. In reality—it was primarily to grow closer to Marianne.

"I must say, tis quite a swell morning." Elinor lightly smiled at Edward. He was rather dashing in her eyes, a kind spirit who grew attached to her. She yearned for him despite having a polite demeanour. "I believe it is. The way the sun rose over the fields is truly a picturesque view."

Marianne, feeling the colonel's eyes linger on her, fastly walked, pacing with her sister Elinor. "I think it much more of a romantic scene, actually, the way the light reflects onto the grassy Plains as a man proposes on one knee, professing his undying love for her—".

"You read too many books, Marianne, romance is a complication, one must work hard to strive for what one can achieve, tis not all true love at first sight." Elinor interjected, speaking from a rational standpoint.

"Love is not all logic and reason. Tis an emotion, a beautiful part of life, when one falls in love only then does nothing matter but their one true love. You may think it foolish, but I see it as something special." Marianne protested passively. She was a poet, a romantic at heart who believed in true love whilst Elinor saw the realistic outlook.

"I think it romantic. That's how princes and princesses marry." Maragret skipped beside her sister's, causing Elinor to smile balmily.

"I'm afraid that's only in fairytails," Edward stirred at a kind jest.

"Is not, I swear it's true," She smiled back.

"Even fairytails don't paint the reality of such." Elinor kindly remarked.

The colonel remained silent and stern, as they were traversing across the rich, grassy plane. They came across a creek. The colonel nobly stood in front. From the first look, it was a small ledge following down into a creek with sand. Luckily it wasn't that hard to cross, they only needed to mind the gap which was a wide step to cross. There was a small twig within the middle.

The colonel stepped widely across. Firstly, he offered his hand to Elinor. At first she was cautious, stepping across as much as she could. She landed in his arms at least, thanking him for the help. Second was Edward, then Maragret. And finally—Marianne.

She gently grabbed his hand covered by a leather glove, averting his gaze. She landed safely but, she did not say a word thank the Colonel. "Quite a step I must say" Edward gleamed at Elinor.

"Indeed, but at least we're all in good spirits." Elinor assumed, though, she knew Marianne would've rather John. She wished Marianne would see how hard the Colonel is trying. He may not be as favoured within Marianne's romantic ideals but, he was a good man at heart despite his reserved outward nature.

Maragret had decided to follow the creek on her own, though, Elinor was rather against it. She didn't like the idea of such a young girl going off. What if she got hurt. How would mother react. They wouldn't be able to save her.

Though her thoughts were put to ease as Colonel Brandon assisted to keep a watchful eye over the thirteen year old child. Elinor thanked him, although, in the nick of time. Seemingly to the answered prayer of Marianne, a horses gallop could be heard gathering closer.

"John!" Marianne's face sprung a glint of joy. She was relieved to say the least, perhaps her dull end could be put to an exiting new, romantic rendezvous.

"Marianne" he grinned, sliding one leg off and stepping down from the horse. In well-manners, he bowed, kissing the back of Marianne's hand. "Oh how delightful it is to see you again."

"I've gathered word from Mrs Jennings of your outing, I knew you hadn't traversed far for I wished to accompany you."

Elinor smiled out of politeness but deep down, she knew this wounded the Colonel wanting the attention of Marianne. Within the Colonel's cold exterior, he greeted John formally. "Good morrow, Mr. Willoughby." He said with a cold tone and bowed.

"Sir Brandon, good morrow." He bowed back with a polite demeanour.

"I've come to ask permission if Miss Dashwood shall accompany me." John offered a hand to Marianne. Of course. She obliged willingly.

The two walked in front, Marianne delicately placing her arms around John as he offered his arm. Elinor felt sorry for the Colonel, she wanted to speak up, but, the Colonel had coldly agreed to keep a watchful eye over Maragret. "I shall bid you farewell Elinor, Edward, John—Marianne." He gazed at her expecting a politeful curtsy back, though, she ignored him. Fixated on John.

"I shall catch up with you for this afternoon's tea." He bowed formally and seemingly wandered off to keep an eye over Maragret. Elinor gently sighed to herself, walking beside Edward "shall we continue to stroll."

The colonel trailed upward the creek's stream, for what seemed like nearly half an hour. Maragret skipped along side the stream, holding a cottail crop from the waterside. Just as they were traversing and chatting. Margaret stopped in her tracks spotting something within the water.

She edged closer, taking a peek curiously. Twas it a fish? Mayhaps a yabby? Or—

At first it, within the water's stream, within the deeper part of the creek. It almost looked like the tail end of a fish, a big fish at that.

She stared closer. Concentrating.

Again. The movement of a fishes tail-end slithered within the water. She gasped at the discovery, nearly thinking it was some sort of weird snake.

In instinct, she climbed down the ledge of the creek, landing on the white sand. She trailed further appearing near a small grotto, big enough to fit baby cattle. She crouched, her white dress getting wet yet she didn't care.

She crept closer along the stream, only to see a tail slither in the water. She crept closer, her childlike curiosity getting the better of her. As she trailed closer, she was standing on rocks to keep her balance, her slippers now soaking wet.

She was often good and well mannered, yet, she was very inquisitive. Suddenly, as her hand tried to reach the side of the grassy mount. However, something slid beneath her foot, causing her to trip and fall.

She fell backwards into the river yelping, luckily she had not hit her head and only recieved a bruise. Within distance, Colonel Brandon heard her call and rushed to find her. He was often quite diligent when it came to such things but this time—she had wandered out of sight. "Margaret!" He called out.

"Colonel! There's something in the water!" Maragret called out. She was rather weary at first but, she put on a brave face. She cautiously looked further trying to gain her balance.

She saw movement in the water, though, it was a tail. Flapping in the stream, as if, the thing that tripped her was also frightened. "I'm not afraid of you! You needn't not be afraid of me."

The colonel trailed down the mount, following the voice of Margaret. To his relief—she was safe. "Thank heaven's" he sighed. He approached Marianne, similar to a father worrying over his daughter. "Your not hurt are you."

"No, I'm fine, just. Cold." She replied, afraid she'll get in trouble.

"I'm sorry Colonel. I was only curious. I-I-."

"I'm relieved your not hurt, but I do believe Mrs. Dashwood and Mrs. Jennings will be rather perturbed." He said. She was expecting to be scolded but instead.

"But that's all part of the adventure tis is not" he smiled sympathetically.

She grinned back in response. He was truly a good man with a good heart, even though she never understood why her older sister Marianne never paid much attention to him.

The tail slithered once more within the water and in response. The colonel protectively stood in front of Maragret pulling her behind him so whatever may come at them, would go through him first.

"Margaret, I wish you to listen intently. Shall anything happen, I want you to run back to Elinor, Marianne, or Edward." He said simply, though, she noticed he did not mention John.

"Very well." She muttered, growing fearful.

The colonel, instinctively, grabbed a sharp rock from within the water. Walking back slowly.

Once more the fish tail flapped out of the water. The colonel nobly wandered forward preparing to attack whatever may come their way. As he walked closer, crouching, within the grotto. His eyes widened at something that seemed impossible.

Margaret stood still, clasping her hands together above her chest. Fearing what might become of Colonel Brandon.

He dropped the rock, his eyes were in disbelief that this would be the first moment, Maragret would see him show genuine emotion. "Colonel! What tis it."

"Go and retrieve Edward, quickly!" He said calmly yet sternly. Maragret not wasting anytime rushed from the creeks water to a ledge she could climb. Running to find, Elinor, Marianne, John and Edward.

The colonel approached cautiously, seeing a tail that belonged to a fish, flapping within the water. Seeing the upper half—twas a woman. She exhibited a hard time trying to breath as her gills on the side, was trying to find the water.

The colonel, unkowing of how to proceed, took off his black waist coat and placed it around the odd creature. She was half fish and yet half human. What sort of madness is this? Was he really seeing a mermaid? Something only in fairytails now exists.

You look up, bare and exposed. Vulnerable. Trying to seat yourself carefully not to slip. The Colonel instinctively placed something soft yet velvet around you. You couldn't speak. Only looking up into his cold, hazel/light brown eyes.

He took a glance at you. Examining you. She was unlike anything of this world, if the heavens had made such a creature, then she was something to behold. She was truly stunning, had my eyes feasted upon a rare beauty? I—had no idea how to interpret this—this feeling. She must be protected.

His hands slipped under your tail and around your shoulders. They were rough, calloused, and squishy.

He lifted you from the ground with ease, adrenaline kicked in as he carried you out from the grotto, from the creek, into the exposed air. As your tail draped, you felt the sun's beaming warmth touch your skin. To even more of Colonel Brandon's astonishment, your tail began to move and transform. The tail you once had transformed into legs.

The gills on your neck had disappeared.

You had turned human. And the colonel wasted no time to carry you back to the cottage.

It was quite a walk but—the colonel had handled worse, when he was in the war he traversed for miles and miles until he sighted the enemy.

He eventually made it back to the cottage. Carrying you as Mrs. Dashwood, to her surprise, quickly rushed to aid you. "Good heaven's, what's happened."

Mrs. Jennings sat up from her seat, seeing the poor woman within his grasp.

"Quickly, we must set up a bed and give her water." The colonel trudged through the room, his lower half drenching wet. Mrs. Dashwood frantically opened the door to set you down in a soft place.

Your eyes were closed and you had no recollection of how you traversed here.

"Colonel, is she well? Has she any injury" Mrs. Dashwood spoke worryingly.

"She is out cold. She needs a warm rag." The colonel quickly rushed to grab a rag, dipped it in a bucket of lukewarm water and placed it on your forehead.

"Colonel!" A young voice called from the front door. It was maragret. Along with the Elinor, Marianne and Edward. John had fallen behind due to other matters.

"Brandon, what's going on, what's this madness—" Elinor reached his side and gasped at the sight.

Marianne quickly rushed into the room "To who is this woman. Is she ill?" She said worried.

"I'm afraid, she'll be out for a while." The colonel reported not taking his eyes off you.

"I'll send word to the doctor." Mrs. Jennings wasted no time.

Within a few hours, your eyes opened. You took note of your surroundings, frightened and yet comforted. Within the corner, there was a chair, and a man—the same man that brought you here.

As the room was quiet, a middle aged woman with golden tresses tied into a neaten bun entered the room, carrying a tray of fresh bread. "Oh good, your awake, we were all worried." The woman offered a kind smile, it was clear she had no ill intention. She spoke gently with a posh accent.

"Here, it's freshly baked from this afternoon's tea." She figured something light would suffice, she didn't want you to have an upset stomach. You could smell the hot brew of green tea, pour at your table side. Looking down you were donned in a nightgown.

"Poor thing, he's been asleep for hours, never leaving your side." She glanced over at Colonel Brandon. "He deserves to rest, after all he's been through." She explained vaguely.

As she approached closer, you jolted your legs inward. Hissing in defence. Mrs. Dashwood holted only for a second, but kindly touched your hand. "Your welcome here, so long as you have no intention of hurting us."

"I'm not going to harm you, nor hurt you, my dear." Within her words she reassured you.

She placed a warm, soft blanket around you. You quickly softened as she offered you tea. She was a kind human, motherly even.

Elinor had entered the room "Mrs. Jennings has bid farewell mother, she was kind enough to leave us a gift of herbal tea and chocolate behind in care of her."

You looked up seeing Elinor, a young woman aged nineteen with golden hair and a rather sensible and intelligent gaze.

"She awoke moments ago, I will run her a warm bath. Feel free to let Marianne know Supper will be in a few minuets." Mrs. Dashwood told Elinor.

"Yes mother." She muttered.

A young face appeared from the corner of the door frame, she seemed curious and effusive. Tresses of light, golden, curly hair fell gently down her mid-back. As your gaze met hers, she quickly dashed away, retreating.

"Is she well mother? She's not dead is she." A young girl no younger than thirteen appeared on the bed wearing a white gown. Her golden hair—unlike her sister's—was rather unkempt, reaching only her shoulders.

"Supper's nearly ready, we mustn't wake the Colonel, go set out the cutlery." Mrs. Dashwood quietly ushered her youngest daughter out of the room.

As the ladies left and gently, partially shut the door. Your gaze lept over to the colonel. Curious, you pulled off the sheets and stumbled over to the colonel. Gripping onto the oaken surface to help you balance.

You learnt quickly however, like a doe that's just been born learning to walk. You stood in front of the colonel.

Curiously gazing back at the door. You reached to touch him, allowing your finger to gently feel his cheek. You felt the stubble against his chin and cheeks. In comparison to Mrs. Dashwood, it was rougher, like his hand yet, softer.

Soon from your finger, you gently placed your palm against his cheek. You parted your lips slightly. The man in turn, gently smiled. Was it you, he was dreaming of? Or was it Marianne.

Your thumb trailed further to his lips, cautious, you leaned forward. Your head growing closer. Just enough to nearly press—

Suddenly his eyes were flickering open. You rushed back in defence, jumping back into bed. Pulling the sheets over you. The colonel had woken up, gazing at you as you pretended to sleep.

As he gently approached, he loomed over you. His eyes roamed over your figure. Innocent. Gentle. Kind. It was almost as though you reminded him of someone.

His hand hesitantly, yet gently reached to move a strand of hair away from your face.

Just as his fingers touched your forehead. You snapped up, hissing as a warning. He held both of his arms up "My apologies, my lady. I had no intention of any ill-intent toward you."

You instinctively glared at him, defending yourself. "Your, in a place you have no knowledge of but—if you let me—I shall take care of you."

You were hesitant. You couldn't trust him. But something in you changed your mind, he did stay by your side and rescued you, instead of leaving you for dead.

You pulled the sheets from your bed and allowed your feet to feel the floor. He placed his arms around you, you nearly hiss at him once more but instead, you allow him to touch you.

He held your waist, helping you walk. "Come, you must be hungry, exaughsted."

Over the next coming weeks. You had learnt a few things about humans. For one, they walk on two feet. Two, they live in homes similar to caves but—homely. Three, they have delicious food. And four, they are kind. Accepting.

The Dashwoods accepted you into their home and accepted you as one of their own. Colonel Brandon had spent hours, by your side, teaching you of the human world.

However, you didn't speak much. The colonel had taken upon himself to teach you how to read.

"T-the man w-went up, the hill," you said as the Colonel praised you gently as you sat in his lap. "Well done, yes, you spoke it correctly."

One word caught you off guard however. "L-love?, what is Love?".

The colonel looked rather sincere yet, a hint of sadness lingered. "An emotion many feel, when, you find someone special and—."

"And?."

He trailed off in thought but then came to reality, smiling reassuringly. "And spent the rest of your life with."

"Have you loved?" You asked.

"Once. Twice. Years ago. A young woman, a ward that I could never have."

"And the other?"

"Will be but a dream."

You looked down, not knowing what to say. Instead your head curled into his chest.

One night, you heard a melodic voice. There, a young woman played the piano and sung. Curious, you asked how she could play on the—tapping instrument. She smiled with amusement and taught you how to play.

Upon the next suppers evening. The colonel had come, day by day, when he could, to visit you.

When everyone was preoccupied. You began to sing, staring out the window. The colonel drawn to your voice came in that night and stared at you in awe.

He came closer, drawn to your voice and visage. He had never heard anything like you. It was true mermaids had an alluring voice.

As you saw him, you stopped. He gently flushed and asked "p-please continue."

Out of request, you continued to sing. He was gazing at you like he witnessed an angel come below from the heaven's.

With that, he cupped your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. In response your eyes widened and didn't back away.

You followed in motion, allowing him to take over.

From the next morning, the Colonel had announced he wished to take your hand in marriage. Mrs. Dashwood smiled in glee at the good news, Elinor rejoiced for the Colonel's happiness and Edward did so in unison. Marianne, smiled but—it was not of joy, rather, disappointment. Ever since the Colonel spent more time with you, she began. To feel. Envious. Your receiving his attention. When she should have been the one he was pinning for since the start.

In a way, she started to rethink her choices. She mightve been fairly cold and dismissive but, he was always there for her. However, now she had hoped John would propose to her.

Within the next coming of days, everything seemed joyous and content. Except, you began to miss your home. The water. It was apart of a who you were.

You planned on leaving yet, unsure of how to, perhaps you should stay and marry Brandon. Or, tell him you wanted to go back.

So far, this was happening all so fast.

[lycaonthropy]

#LYCAONTHROPY : this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nick furcillo & dylan lenivy from supermassive's the quarry !

penned by cole : i use he / him pronouns , i'm 24 years old , & my current timezone is bst / gmt + 1 .

a basic / shortened version of my rules page can be found under the cut if you're unable to access a desktop !

i have a permanent starter call & meme call you're welcome to interact with whenever.

you can also find a permanent plotting call & shipping call ; give 'em a like & i'll slide into your dms to discuss something

THREAD TRACKER | PLAY/LISTS | AES BOARDS

you may know me from my other roleplay blog @hishedonism — i plan to split my time between here & there, though i'll be focusing on nick & dylan for a while !

content warnings are as follows : nsfw / sexual content, violence, gore, alcohol & drug use, and body horror. nick's backstory contains elements of domestic abuse, which isn't detailed but may be discussed in threads. one of my interests when it comes to these two is the exploration of their post - game trauma & the ptsd they deal with as a result, & so this will be heavily featured in my writing.

i love shipping, but please respect the characters' sexualities — nick is bisexual & open to shipping with any gender, but dylan is exclusively gay & will only develop romantic / sexual relationships with male & potentially masc nb muses.

i write in small text with occasional bolds, italics & coloured text. i default to present - tense & write exclusively in third person.

i don't generally rp on discord or other platforms, but if a thread is deemed too dark or potentially triggering for the dash or if a partner prefers to write smut on discord, i'm happy to do so under those circumstances. i'm also always happy to chat ooc & plot using discord — you can add me at haloblues ! just let me know who you are when you do ♥

i am so incredibly fine with duplicates ! if you're a nick who wants to write with my dylan or vice versa, please don't hesitate to hit me up. other than that i don't write twin verses etc. but i'm always down to chat ooc :)

[servants-hall]

All Creatures Great and Small producer Yvonne Francas gives an inside track on the Christmas episode

All Creatures Great and Small is heading back to our screens for a Christmas special, which is due to be full of seasonal joy and high emotion.

"It’s a journey of love, kindness, and warmth," reveals the show’s producer Yvonne Francas, as What to Watch catches up with her for an exclusive chat to get a sneak preview of the upcoming episode, airing on Channel 5 on Thursday 21 December at 9 pm. It will air on PBS Masterpiece in the New Year after the fourth season.

Set at Yuletide 1940, it sees caring vet James (Nicholas Ralph) spending the festivities away from both Skeldale House and his heavily pregnant wife Helen (Rachel Shenton) as he is training with the RAF.

Here, Yvonne Francas spills the beans on the All Creatures Great and Small Christmas special…

All Creatures Great and Small’s Christmas episodes are always a delight. Is there a pressure to produce something that's heartwarming for the show’s fans? “Yes, we want to deliver something special. It took 12 to 14 days to film and a couple of months to prepare. It's a pressure but a lovely one to have, because I’ve not worked on another show that’s as loved by its audience.”

How would you sum up this episode? “It's about the absence of people, because James and Tristan [his fellow vet played by Callum Woodhouse] are away at war and everyone is missing them. But it’s also about community and family coming together. There’s romance and joy, and wonderful animal stories! We even have a fight over who’ll be Father Christmas – Siegfried [Samuel West] doesn’t want that position!"

How is James feeling about being apart from Helen for Christmas? “James would love to be with Helen, but he's having to accept what serving means, because the people he is with are in the same boat and desperate to get home but they're not allowed…”

And Helen is heavily pregnant now. What has it been like for Rachel to wear the prosthetic bumps? “We’ve used several prosthetic bumps for Helen in this series and Rachel had an advisor, who used to be a midwife. But Rachel’s amazing and completely gets it!”

We hear the RAF base has an avian mascot that James needs to treat. Is there anything you can reveal about that? “Yes, the men need their mascot to be fit, as it gives them confidence to do their job. We chose a bird, because it echoes the RAF wings. It’s beautiful and we sent Nick for training to familiarise himself with handling it.

“We also have our regular animals at Christmas like Jess and Dash [Skeldale House’s dogs], Tricki-Woo [Mrs Pumphrey’s beloved pooch] and Oscar the cat. Humbug, who plays Oscar, loves being cuddled! We have another dog too, who isn’t friendly, and Carmody [James Anthony-Rose] deals with that…”

What was it like filming the airbase scenes at the Yorkshire Air Museum at Elvington, near York? “It’s so authentic. We brought in a Nissen hut and located three planes that still exist that would have flown to train airmen at the time and they flew around for us. I sat in one and you do feel exposed to the elements.

“For the RAF costumes, we used a costumier and also sourced some through our military advisor Taff Gillingham. Nick enjoyed wearing his, it gave him a different demeanour. He looks the part. In one scene, he had to run in the uniform, overcoat and hat and he never complained, even though it was June!”

Was it tough keeping everybody cool when you were filming? “We had around 115 supporting artistes throughout the Christmas episode, with many in coats and scarves for the party. As it was summer, when we were outside, we had shaded areas and cold drinks and Melissa Gallant, the executive producer, brought ice lollies! Then, in the studio, fans were on and doors were open when we weren’t shooting.”

And what can you tell us about the Christmas community dinner that kindly housekeeper Mrs Hall (Anna Madeley) organises in The Drovers Arms? “The war affects what they can provide, although Mrs Hall finds an ally who puts their hands on more food and it’s a wonderful spread. Our art department researched what they’d have been able to get hold of and Bethany Heald, our home economist, created some amazing food.”

How hard has it been to recreate a wartime Christmas? “The art department did research online and in books and magazines. We have paper angels and crepe paper banners because people made their own decorations then and our production base is opposite a Christmas tree farm, so we chose lovely trees.

“There’s a big one in Darrowby’s square and the special effects people created fake snow, which they sieved onto the ground, and they used foam when it needed to come out of the sky, which was supplemented with online visual effects. With roaring fires and carols too, the episode does feel Christmassy!”

The Christmas special of All Creatures Great and Small airs on Thursday December 21 at 9pm on Channel 5 and it will also be available on My5. It will air on PBS Masterpiece early next year.

[devilmademewriteit]

meet the freak (point and laugh)

hi everyone I’m being a grown up and setting my blog up for realz so here’s a meet the author typa beat thing

who I am

A 21 year old French-Canadian Sagittarius, baby! queer, ashkenazi, doing an English major, hopefully a future lawyer. Big feminist (despite what my writing might consist of LOL). I write songs, too! I got adhd and ocd and love to talk about them so hit the inbox if you ever want to chat about that xx

I started writing music and fiction at ten. I’m on tumblr to share my depraved ideas and to practice my authorial skills:-)

what I like

Lana motherfucking Del Rey, Stevie Nicks, SZA, Lucy Dacus, Rihanna, Heart, shirts that show off my rack. Margaret Lawrence and Margaret Atwood and a lot of gender theory. Drunk Dancing. I’m a big fan of moral philosophy (John Stuart Mill and Krenshaw are my favs) and ecocriticism — I’m writing my honours thesis on indigenous ways of knowing, particularly in connection with anti-humanist narratives centering non-human species (I love magpies and mother trees). Canadian humour and Canadian wildlife. Oh — I also love a good em-dash. DILFS.

Favourite movies: Pride & Prejudice (with Kiera, the best of the best), the Shawshank Redemption, Hairspray, Waiting for Guffman, Les Intouchables, Avatar I and II, Revenge of the Sith and Return of the Jedi, the original Halloween and Scream, and The First Avenger.

Favourite Shows: Supernatural, Parks N Rec, Narcos & The Last of Us, the Boys, Arrested Development, Call My Agent, Rupaul’s Drag Race, and so many more I lose track.

what I don’t like

Real person fic, slow talkers, capitalism, and Leonardo Dicaprio. Militarism, imperialism, and colonialism. Rhubarb. Friends (the show) and Heidegger. TERFs (all transphobes, really), and artists who don’t reblog other artist’s work. HUMANISM. Men who take credit for women’s ideas. The gender binary. Honestly, I could go on forever. Feel free to give me ideas.

what I write

For now, dark fic involving Pedro characters & dark fic about Soldier Boy from the Boys. Might be more later on, but that’s it for now.

what I won’t write

Overly specific requests (it’s always going to be reader insert so don’t ask me to use your name or defining characteristics), anything related to feet or bodily fluids beyond cum LOL, real person fic (yes, that includes Pedro, he is a person), and fandom cross-overs.

Generally, I’m slow on requests — this isn’t because I don’t like or won’t write your kind of request, it’s just because I’m a gal who works 2 jobs and has a full course load, and I have a lot of my own fics in the works.

what you can send me in my inbox

Any and all thoughts (but please don’t trauma dump or send me hate lol). Suggestions, requests, accolades, song requests, questions you may have about myself or about my interests! Feel free to leave fic recs in there, too.

I’m a sensitive gal so if my work revolts or triggers you, please just block me and move along. I have so many warnings about my content — please heed them and protect yourself.

I’ll probably add more to this later on, but that’s all I can think of for now.

Kisses,

-em<3

[just-kit-ink]

To my followers who love her, on the 100th anniversary of Walt Disney Studios, Kitty, (now in her 50s) and her family are invited as the guests of honour to a party for animators and their cartoon characters. Every character ever created by the studio is there. She's hesitant to turn up, she was an animator a long time ago after all but with some encouragement from her family she decides to go. She dresses smartly and to her surprise there is a fancy car waiting for her outside their house. The chauffeur explains that the escort is courtesy of Mickey and Minnie themselves. Maisie excitedly clutches her mother's arm and they arrive to a bustling reception.

She shakes hands with old friends, makes some new connections and embraces the toons she's known and helped since she was young.

•Prince Charming and Cinderella greet her at the staircase and Kitty asks how they and their mice are doing. In response, Jacque-Jacque and Gus run through riding Lucifer the cat like a horse.

•Dumbo swoops overhead and gives her a wave with his trunk.

• Baloo sings on stage with Thomas O'Malley and Scat Cat, dedicating a song to the guests of honour.

•Ariel and Moana are chatting in the foyer and smile brightly as she returns from touching up her make-up.

•She runs into Ursula in there who was reapplying her mousse and gossiping about which Prince and Villain look the most dashing tonight.

•She gets a similar gracious nod from Maleficent and the Wicked Queen.

•Hades pulls on the old "You look familiar kid, do I know you? Ah! Amazon chick, right?"

•She is given a warm reception from the animals: Scar, Shere Khan, Shenzi Banzai and Ed, Kaa, Bagheera, Robin Hood and Little John, Kenai, Iago, Sebastain, Louis, Ray, Bambi, Thumper, Big Bad Wolf, the Three Little Pigs, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps are just a few of the animal toons she chats with that night.

•Anastasia and Drizella do fangirling over her outfit. They also praise how well she's aged.

•The Genie appears out of a nearby ink well to surprise everyone and when he sees her he gives the biggest smile. "Kitty Hawkins!" *transforms into a cat and a hawk in the space of a second* "I knew it was you Sweetheart, I never forget a face except my own!" *takes off his face* "I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached!" He lifts it off his shoulders and Ichabod Crane faints.

•Elsa and Anna come up to speak to her when they sense her nerves. Elsa's a bit overwhelmed by the crowds too.

•Bruno Madrigal apologises profusely when one of his rats jump onto her shoulder and is pleasantly surprised when she doesn't mind and even asks how he got on with family group therapy.

•She gets a hug from John Silver.

•Milo Thatch is there with his wife Princess Kidagakash and they talk about languages. In Dutch.

•Mr Smee brings Captain Hook a drink. He's a surprisingly giggly drunk.

•Belle and her have a terrific catch up. She also thanks her very much for helping the Beast become comfortable with his drawn form.

•Lumier helps to watch Maisie and calls her "la petite madamoiselle."

•Merlin knows how to make everyone a good cup of tea and mix cocktails. The Mad Hatter is behaving more erratically than usual.

•Kitty's husband is shaking hands with a lot of anti-heros and even a villain or two. They are incredibly grateful to him for helping them clear their names and turn their lives around.

•Snow White recieves a standing ovation for singing. She invites Asha, the newest Disney character up on stage and gives her a hug to quell her fears about not being welcomed.

•Kitty and Meg roast the executives behind their back.

•At some point in the evening, a cake is wheeled out and Tigger jumps out of it holding a "Happy 100 Years!" sign.

Kitty is sipping her drink and enjoying the armosphere when a hush falls as Mickey and the organisers give a special toast to all who turned up tonight. He thanks Scrooge McDuck for the funding, Tiana's Place for the catering, Daisy Duck for the decorations...suddenly Kitty hears her name. And a round of applause. She's being honoured and thanked by all the cartoons she ever helped mentally and emotionally. Her family are cheering.

"Hooray Honey! Congratulations!"

"Yay Mom!"

She smiles. It's all worth it. It was always worth it.

[nicknelsonslefteyebrow]

Heartstopper Roleplay request

I have a lot of spare time this summer, as I only work weekends. I love roleplaying, and honestly, my Amino chats are pretty dead atp, so I figured I'd take to Tumblr.

I mainly play as Nick, but I can pretty much play anyone if that's preferred. I have no triggers or limits as far as I know, but please be literate to semi-literate, as I don't really like asterix or dash interactions. I am a writer, so I usually put down quite a bit if I have something to work with.

If you're interested, please comment or send me a dm, we can work out a plot together!

[eirinn-ri0na]

Here is the story! taken from Mac’s autobiography ‘All The Rage’ - chapter 10, ‘The Bubble Bursts’.

“November 13th, Sandy and I threw some clothes in a bag and made a dash for Heathrow to catch a plane to Athens for a short but well-earned holiday. When I handed my passport in at Immigration, the officer looked me up and down a couple of times before he said, Would you step this way, sir?'

I had no choice but to follow him into an office, where he gave me a body search. He went straight for my nuts, where he found the small piece of hash I had hidden in my underpants.

What do you call this?'

'Cannibal's Raisins, I thought, but replied with a straight face,

'Cannabis.

In my imagination I could hear the cell door shutting with a clang. So much for our holiday in Greece, but worse, there goes my freedom.

…

I tried to figure out what I would tell Mum and Dad, presuming they didn't hear it from the press first. Eventually I was formally charged with smuggling, because having shown my passport I was legally outside England when they searched me. Then a local copper took me to West Drayton police station where I was charged with possession of a controlled substance, not that I possessed it any more.

The bubble had burst. From a state of elation over completing the record, I now found myself at the hands of the local Old Bill, being questioned about where I'd scored the demon drug, as if I was going to give them the name of a friend. They wouldn't tell me where Sandy was, and I wasn't in the mood to piss around with a lot of fresh-faced coppers, so I told them I wasn't going to say anything until I phoned my manager. Finally, when they realized they were wasting their time, they let me call Andrew [Oldham] who told me to sit tight, not to worry, and that he'd handle everything.

…

A couple of hours later, Andrew, on a rescue mission and smelling an opportunity to cash in on the free publicity, turned up at the police station wearing his customary shades and a stoned smile. He paid my bail, they gave me my belt and shoe laces back and I was in the Roller puffing on a joint before we left the police station car park. … . After the short chat we drove up to Immediate's offices to regroup. The guys were all there, buzzing around me and demanding to know all the details. Steve thought it was a good laugh and, like Andrew, thought it was good for business as long as it wasn't him being nicked, but I wasn't so thrilled. …

After a joint and a drink, Eddie drove us to Gered Mankowitz's studio for a photo shoot. An odd thing to do, but Andrew wanted to capitalize on the situation. In fact, it was a release for me, and I had a much needed laugh giving the camera two big V' signs.”

Small Faces, London, 1968, by Gered Mankowitz front: Ronnie Lane (bass) back: Steve Marriott (guitar), Ian McLagan (keyboards), & Kenney Jones (drums)

[dodgebolts]

what's this? another friend has arrived, this one a pretty kitty! they'd like to know who some of your favorite bloggers are!

ok this one is going to not be comprehensive at all but I went and listed all of my mutuals and it looked like a massive wall of text so I picked out the people I interact with the most BUT I LOVE U ALL DEARLY

jo @tinynap, salty @toxicsapolo, blaze @sapnapgirlie, rey @vadergf, alexia @gogystyle, milky @honkkarl, phoenix @honktales, liv, @everybodywhamwham, aria @100blocks, cello @princeandreis, jenna @badboyslaylo, lucas @axolotldrevm, friday @georgeeehd, sally @gogienotfound, nick @dwttv, iny @sapybara, bella @calamitydaze and jules @gogtopia are some of my fav people to chat with, they're some of my oldest mutuals and I love them loads ^_^

and ofc I can't forget about my gnf and punz mains bc we are all holding hands ace @gnfcatcowboy, em @georgelore, basch @speedrunnercrafting, kit @kaustic, @rivalsjoy, leigh ann @prettygnf, miffy @gogciety, sage @powergnf, nyx @hashtagdnf, riv @gogchat, and claire @choconotfound <333

also my lovely dnf and general dteam posters, y'all make the dash such a fun place :D veri @tinamybeloved, celestial @sweetcelestialdreams, @georgenotfoundeyebags, rosie @ouchgnf, charlie @primeboysbffs, mandragora @minecraftdog, mar @patchesjam, nov @suenitos, cam @tooshisms, teana @patchesbeanie, kaya @dreamiara, meme @dnfblr, skeasy @dnfed, cliff @709-404, and lee @dreamhot!!

special shoutout to the two people who always entertain and level with me about my valo esports insaneisms @dnfingtons and @churchprime u guys are the real ones bc we all managed to flip over sen swapping marved and tenz on the roster today at different times LMAOOO

finally I don't think I can tag everyone here but everyone who I didn't mention above but I absolutely love seeing y'alls' art, fics, edits, gifs, or clips—you guys carry us whenever the boys are inactive and even moreso when they are active <33 ty for all u guys do -> demonstars, catsinstem, stonersap, respiteresponse, curoopeez, mahikamihan, traidyy, amethystcove, nervouswaltz, ourillusions, ourwaterfalls, sappymix1, yellumina, selvish, gologie, orkidays, fooshogie, milktea-green, carpedzem, tinogie, nonoqy, xomoosexo, urlwasfound, foolishhappy, bastardbvby, dreambaited

[aerodaltonimperial]

Little Hookhausen Prompt:

Danhausen is filming a live video. Hook doesn't realize it, and kisses him hello. He only notices when the chat starts to lose it.

(Thiiiiiiis is so soft, someone shoot me)

Shit; Hook forgot his knuckle tape after tugging everything free from his backpack to retrieve the charge cord that had slipped down to the bottom in transit, and he's gonna be late if he doesn't hurry his ass up and get it. The Uber is already outside and waiting, and if the driver leaves to chase a better, more on-time fare, Hook’s definitely gonna get yelled at for failing to be ready by his scheduled time.

He sort of forgot that Danhausen was going to be filming in the hotel room in the space while Hook was gone, but whatever; Nick and Davis don't even give him a second glance as they open up a few of the big boxes they'd loaded all of the merchandise into, bent over with their heads together behind the tripod they've set up. Whatever they're trying to find, they must have misplaced it the same as Hook. Hook dashes past the camera to grab for the roll of tape on the other side, trying to avoid knocking into Danhausen’s legs where he's perched on the side of the mattress.

Get the tape. Hustle down to the lobby.

Force of habit: on his way back, he leans in to press his mouth against Danhausen’s, and then rushes back out the door.

It isn't until he gets to the elevator that the startled, wide-eyed expression Danhausen had adopted as Hook had gone in for that kiss registers. It isn't until he's standing in the descending box that the phone up on the tripod, not the SLR camera, crystallizes in his memory.

"Shit," Hook mumbles. Because he's pretty sure, like, very very heavy in his chest sure, that Danhausen had been filming a WhatNot. Which would be live.

Hook’s teeth snap together with enough force to rattle his whole skull.

Once he's in the back of the Uber and worked into a respectable state of panic, Hook tugs his phone free, and...yup. That's 15 unread messages in the space of 2 minutes. Even for a match day, that's well out of the ordinary.

"Shit," Hook says again, and thumbs into them. Dante, Anthony, his dad--Jesus Christ, how fast does news travel? And then: Danhausen, the most recent. Hook clicks it open.

Danhausen is pretty sure people know now, it says.

Hook's about to type up a reply when another one comes through: And now Danhausen can talk about Hook whenever he wants, without worrying. 🖤

Hook grins.

Truth be told, it's a weight off his shoulders.

love you, he types back, and then settles into the backseat while the driver turns up some obnoxious, warbling country song, feeling lighter than he has in months.

[magnifiico]

Is that what he heard…? “Dabbles in magic”?

So, a little understated, but Magnifico in that moment was rather more interested to know if the verbal fox had interacted with any of his people in order to receive this information…

Surely more of a fuss would’ve arisen, if that were the case.

His smile remained amenable, creasing at his eyes with a dash of humor at the other’s ending suggestion. “I take no issue with your presence here, Nick Wilde, but I have the faint notion my subjects may have different opinions. Not everyone is as equipped to manage a… talking animal; let’s keep this on the down-low, hm?” And count a few blessings that the fox had managed discretion up until now.

King Magnifico pivoted, then, pulling his cape around himself at the same time as he invited Nick along with a little jerk of his head. “Come into the castle, and we’ll have a proper chat about your, ah… interesting situation. Oh, and while we're at it... welcome to Rosas.”

@magnifiico || continued from here

Wait--this human didn't freak out? Nick stared at the stranger in shock as he opened his mouth then he shuts his mouth. "Oh...oh that's good." Nick trailed off, tilting his head a bit off to the side.

"Oh right, erm--I heard from some of your fellow folks that you dabble in magic, sorcery? Do ya happen to know where I exactly am and how I got here?" Nick questioned Magnifico, his tail swaying back and forth. "I was thinking that you might know...a way to get me back home orrrrr I don't mind staying around here."