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Shake Up Your Home Bar

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ೀ⋆OCT 16TH CLUELESS ━━ megumi fushiguro + step-cest !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. megumi fushiguro + step-cest. are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you? (7.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, enemies to lovers (?), step-cest, photos, videos, fingering, choking, praise kink, panty sniffing, body worship, riding stuffed animals, daddy kink, soft sex, unprotected sex, bimbo-ish + fem!reader, step-brother!megumi fushiguro.

୨୧ — director’s note. lets gooo another kinktober installment! i actually haven't written for megumi in ages and this is kinda long so...i hope this is okay? sorry this is late btw, please enjoy! <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

let’s get one thing straight. 

not all daddy’s girls are dumb.

on the contrary, you’re actually highly intelligent and thoroughly educated — graduating at the top of every single one of your classes in high school, despite negotiating a fair portion of your grades with your teachers. after school, however, you couldn’t quite figure out what you wanted to do and everyone else you knew spent their time growing up around you. daddy wanted you to go to college, get your degree so you could find your footing in the world…he would even pay for it too.

but like every other twenty-something year old girl your age, you were completely and utterly clueless about the direction you wanted to take.

perhaps that was the reason as to why your step-brother, megumi, annoyed you so much. indoctrinated into your family unit of two (yourself and your father, of course) — megumi had joined you to play happily-family when his mother married your father. their fast-paced union didn’t last long, however, for your parents were quickly divorced by the new year…and apparently, you can only divorce people. not children. meaning that your older step sibling had decided he would much rather stick around for the long haul.

it could even be said that megumi fushiguro was an even bigger daddy’s boy (or kiss ass) than you were a daddy’s girl. he went to college on daddy’s money, ate on daddy’s money and got jobs using daddy’s money and power. now, he’s some big time hot shot at an environmental law firm and it irks you just how much your father is pushing for you to be just like megumi. in everybody’s eyes, your step brother was the picture perfect child, an example to follow, a fine gem.

and since your father liked that so much; likes how responsible and diligent megumi is — it would explain why your older step-brother could get away with sneaking up on you in your own house (favourite child privileges). “what are you all dressed up for?” the husky lilt to his deep voice sends shockwaves through your system and a shiver down your spine, making you jump away from the fridge you’re rummaging through.

“a party.” you say frigidly. the dark haired male makes a face and you roll your eyes at him in a disapproving manner. as if megumi was in any position to judge you for your plans and late night endeavours. he was a boring old college student clinging to his younger step sister whilst you were doing society a favour and helping your friend get together with the guy she liked. 

it’s what you do! helping the less fortunate instead of studying for some boring piece of paper and graduate degree. 

you were such a good person. 

turning away from the cool air and dull hum of the fridge freezer, you tuck a few juices to be used as mixers for the party into your bag — ignoring the heaviness of your step brother’s admiral blue gaze as it slips over the curve of your waist, the expanse of your thighs and the bounce of your chest peeking out from your skimpy little get up. it’s funny, how you’ve never liked the way boys have looked at you in the past — but something about the way he drinks you in as if you’re the last glass of water on the plant makes your legs shaky and your breath turn short and…

“can i come?” 

with his lips pressed into a thin line and his emotions hidden behind the perfect mask of his perfect face — megumi slams the fridge door shut, to make you squeak again. his brows raising expectantly while he waits for your answer. “a-as if fushiguro.” you huff in annoyance, jabbing the older step-sibling in his shoulder as he towers over you. “aren’t you too old for house parties? i wouldn’t want you to cramp my style.” 

“i’m not that much older than you.” he laughs, it’s melodious sound sending a warmth through your body.

rolling your eyes, you snap back. “you’re old enough.” 

you make yourself small as you pass by him, attempting to escape his suffocating presence. he makes you feel weird, and you don’t exactly hate it — sure megumi is annoying, snarky and a little mean but he’s… attractive, like next level attractive. he’s got those dreamy sea-storm eyes that make you feel as though you’ll die and go to heaven, a sexy smirk that gets you hot and bothered even if it’s not directed at you. all of your friends have had crushes on your step brother at some point, ones that cause jealousy to brim just under the surface of your skin, pricking you like a thousand tiny needles. your jealousy totally doesn’t have anything to do with you trying to hook your friend up tonight by the way (lying to yourself makes you feel better).

however, feeling this way about megumi is wrong, nowhere near normal. anybody could have told you that — it’s just that your family relationships make things complicated and you don’t want to make this weird between you both. you’d never admit it, but you do enjoy the back and forth sibling-like banter the two of you have. would ruining that be worth it? even if your step-brother was like…everything you’d ever wanted in a guy; not like those snot-nosed, unhygienic, monkey-brained losers you used to go to school with. 

instead, megumi was smart, established and with his future practically set in stone. maybe that’s why you picked on him, why you acted like a spoiled brat whenever he was around, why you pretended to despise his every existence and wish he’d never become a part of your family. because megumi  constantly reminds you of your failures or what your future could be if you put your mind to it and actually tried. 

“maybe, college guys like me wouldn’t seem like such losers if you actually gave furthering your education a shot,” your step brother cuts through your thoughts, stalking behind you with his hands in his pockets as you leave the kitchen and head towards the foyer — getting ready to head out for the party. “just do what your daddy wants, angel. go to college, get your degree so he can get off my back and you can be smart like me. yeah?” 

“and why would i listen to you?” there’s nothing you can do to shake him — your older step brother tailing you as if he’s your own personal guardian. he stops walking when you stop walking, bumping into your back, while a shocked whimper lays flat on the seam on your lips. 

megumi passes you a jacket (which you slide on by yourself) whilst he chuckles again, the sound rumbling in his chest and through your body pressed hotly against his. “‘cause i’m your big brother.” his voice is almost scolding, playfully so, holding a darker tone that you almost recognise as lust whole his larger-than yours hands force their way down to the fat at your waist. “now c’mere, let me fix your outfit. can’t have you goin’ out like this…” megumi squeezes your hips, using his grip on them to spin you around so that you can face him. 

you expect him to tell you to cover up more — that your pretty white dress is too short and that you’re too promiscuous. what you don’t  expect is for the dark haired male to sink to his knees before you, soft and attentive fingers sliding up your inner leg to fix your thigh-highs as that have slipped down. you barely manage to choke back a needy moan. 

he doesn’t let up on the eye contact either; only serving to fog up your pretty little head. “s-step brother,” you manage to remind him gently, finding your voice. 

fushiguro rolls his eyes, poking his tongue into his cheek. “that was your take away, pretty girl?” he doesn’t stop touching you, going as far to peek his head up your skirt — pretending to finish fixing your socks despite the subtle press of his nose against your panties and pinging them against your backside once done fondling you. “there we go, better.” 

he even goes as far to pat your bum in accomplishment too. 

you feel pathetic for letting your step brother touch you in such a taboo way, failing to push megumi off. but he’s never been so bold and you’ve never wanted him more — craving megumi through an insatiable burning in your chest. there’s always been a sexual tension brewing between you both, fuelled by your banter, your rage and mischievousness but how could you act on it? 

megumi was practically family. your family. it would be weird. you couldn’t be anything more without crossing the line of what’s deemed acceptable and what isn’t for step siblings. you have to remember who he is to you, an older brother, a menace to your friends who crush on him and someone who had called you selfish once upon a time. 

finally snapping back to reality, you force yourself away from the tendrils of your step-brother’s grip — swiping your purse from the entryway table and storming towards the door. “you’re buggin’ gumi!” you squeak from the porch. “stop being weird a-and stay out of my room!”  

the door slams harshly as you vacate the property in favour of the party, practically running down the steps with a rapid shake of your head. doing anything you can to rid yourself of all thoughts concerning the enigma that is your older step brother.

the party doesn’t help, and instead ends up a total disaster.

your plan to set your friends up completely falls apart when your ex-best guy friend decides to make a move on you on the way home and drops you off in the middle of nowhere after rejecting him. to top it off, some asshole robs you for your fendi purse at a gas station and makes you lie down on the ground in your matching designer dress! 

the whole ordeal nearly reduces you to tears and forces you to call the one person you’d been trying to forget about all night. megumi. 

he picks you up without a word of protest, but you swear that you can feel his disappointment radiating off of him in thick, asphyxiating waves. “please don’t tell daddy,” you had sniffed, eyes big and teary. and megumi can’t bring himself to blame you or to be mad at you because you’re so sweet and sensitive and a little too good for this world. that and you have no idea how much seeing you cry fucks with his head. 

“you’re a smart girl, baby.” he’d replied softly — though his eyes were hard and his grip on the steering wheel even harder, indicated by the white of his knuckles. “you shouldn’t be messing around in places like this. it’s exactly why you should be in college.” 

like the good big (step) brother he is, fushiguro sneaks you back into the house without a word to your watchful father. instead, he spends the rest of the night comforting you with silly cartoons to heal your inner child. deep down, it means a lot — usually the two of you would argue over control of the remote, and he would always win. this time, megumi lets you be. 

“i don’t think i’m cut out for college,” you sigh after a moment’s silence, ren and stimpy providing the backing track to your vocalised thoughts. “‘m not much aside from my pretty face.” 

fushiguro rolls over so that you lay side by side, nudging you with his elbow playfully. “what would you do instead?” 

“i dunno,” growing bashful, you tuck your face into your shoulder — afraid that he might laugh. “start a fashion business, give people make overs? i think i’m good at that.” 

“you’re good at a lot of things, angel. and making people feel god about themselves is one of them,” rather than belittling your dreams, tearing them down like you’d expect — megumi encourages you, flashing you a small yet supportive smile. “you take care of people.” 

flustered by his praise, you lean into megumi’s side — playing footsie with him at the end of your bed shyly. “you’re better at taking care of me, though.” you whisper, nearly missing the way his eyes drop to your lip-gloss smudged lips. 

“yeah? s’what big brothers are for, right?” he whispers back, a breath’s width away from your lips, nose inches away from nudging yours as if he’s going to kiss you. he wouldn’t be your step-brother if he wasn’t so full of annoying surprises, instead of pulling you into a lip lock — megumi grasps at the remote on your other side in an attempt to change the channel to something more boring and scholarly. 

you protest in the form of a sibling play fight causing you both to roll around in the sheets — fighting for the remote or perhaps dominance over the sexual tension that thickens the air. heat rises throughout the room and your wrestling turns to megumi pinning you to your babyish pink sheets, straddling your waist. he grips your wrists, clasping them together between his large, veiny hands and forces them above your head.

everything happens so quickly, yet so slowly and all at once. one moment you’re fighting like siblings do and the next — megumi fushiguro is finally kissing you, tongue lapping at the crack between your parted lips from where you’ve gasped in shock. tasting every ounce and every essence of the remainder of your gloss, breathing weightily into your mouth as if it’s a relief to have it pressed against his own. you swallow everything he gives you and drink up his saliva as it pools into your mouth to the point where your head spins and you feel like he’s spiked you with arousal. 

this is wrong, on so many levels. as if you would ever make out with your step brother. but this isn’t some kind of twisted dream, it’s a reality you find yourself basking in. you pull megumi onto you by the roots of his dark hair, mewling each time your lips slot together perfectly and whining when his hips start to jut down to meet the softness of your tummy. or when his large hands push and pull at sensitive parts of your body. 

“you’re nothin’ like those college girls.” he tells you once you break apart for air. megumi’s nose nudges your cheek and his kisses dive lower into the crook of your neck while he waits for you to catch your breath. “you’re softer, prettier, you’re—“

he lets go of your wrists.

tilting your head back into your plush pillows, your shaky fingers tangle in the dark, unruly curls of your step brother’s baby hairs. “i’m what?” you tease through a series of pretty little moans, like music to megumi’s ears. you feel him twitch against your inner thigh and the temperature of his body spikes to a sweltering degree. 

“perfect.” his rough tongue swipes over your prominent collarbones and over the fabric of your dress, slipping under the crevice where your breasts meets your rib cage. using his teeth, fushiguro pulls down your dress until it inches off of your shoulders, revealing more of your skin marked with scars, beauty and stretch marks. it comes off easily, exposing you to a pair of hungry, murky blue eyes. the dress remains bunched at your middle.

you must be tripping out — you’ve never seen this look in your step brother’s eyes before. he stares up at you, lips swollen and breath ragged, as if you’re the last meal on earth he’ll ever get to taste. the sexual tension was never obvious to you, and while you’ve always found megumi weird — it didn’t mean you disliked his company. 

“quit staring,” you whine, arching your back into megumi’s touch as it drags across your searing flesh. “it’s weird…you’re making it seem like it’s a bad thing…” 

he yanks down the front of your dress, smooths down the valley between your breasts and over your tummy as they rise and fall with each of your baited breaths. “you don’t like it when i look at you, pretty baby?” then suddenly, his thumb slips back over your naked nipple, curling your sensitive areola before applying a gentle pressure that makes you jolt up the bed. “there’s nothin’ bad about you.” 

fushiguro’s grip runs down to your sides like an easy stream of water, grasping at any flesh he can while simultaneously pulling your hips up to meet his — slotting perfectly against your body to make sure you can feel how hard he is for you. “i’m not like those college girls you’re usually into…” comes your shaky whisper. “‘m too dumb.”

it’s weird, megumi’s never made you nervous until now. 

“no. you’re smart, you’re perfect… you deserve more than the guys that you’re into. you shouldn’t waste your time.” 

his steady hands slide over the curve of your ass, dip beneath the hem of your dress to play with your doughy thighs and every note of his praise is sung over your quivering body.

“so what?” you go on, stepping into the dark to explore whatever the fuck this is with your step brother. “i should waste it on college boys like you?” 

the tail end of your words are lost in a gasped breath as megumi nudges a knuckle against the crotch of your underwear — chuckling softly at the wetness that pools in the seat of them. “you would be if you came with me.” a sort of sick and twisted expression, morphs on his handsome face. one that’s usually so stoic and unreactive to your whines and mewls. but this version of megumi seems to like watching you squirm, revels in the way your hips buck up on instinct the further he presses his fingers between your sticky, viscous folds. “god, sweetheart. your princess parts are already so wet for me.” 

heat flashes across your face, accompanied by the unfamiliar twinge of lust you for megumi you feel buzzing beneath your skin and swirling with the blood in your veins. the way he coos down at you, eyes hooded and tone condescending — it only serves to cloud your judgement and your mind. you shouldn’t be doing this. but you want to. so badly. 

“shut up.” you huff and look away, eyes threatening to roll back into your skull as megumi flicks at your clit from over your skimpy panties. the more he plays with you, rubs at his little sister’s cute pussy, the more your thighs twitch apart — revealing the treasure between them to his dirty-minded gaze. 

the groan that follows vibrates around in the cavity of megumi’s chest before shooting down to your glistening core as it convulses under his fingertips. “you’ll miss me when i go back, don’t deny it.” he tells you like he knows you, voice horse with growing desire. “you should really come with.” 

you scrunch your nose up at his request — of course he would choose now of all times to be annoying and tease you about college. “as if, megumi.” you warn, though it’s hard to stay mad at him when he presses two fingers against your spasming entrance, azure eyes darkening at a stream of your arousal dampens your panties — defining the shape of your puffy folds even more. 

“yeah, yeah. i know, baby. not the time, huh?” megumi hums in amusement, gaze flickering up to your face to watch it twist with euphoria as he continues to pinch and rub at your cunt until your chest is heaving. “you want it that bad. wanna be touched so bad. pretty girls like you can’t do anything without their big brothers...” while he rambles over the drool replacing logical words on his tongue, your step brother pulls his hand away from your sex briefly to push past the lace scalloping on your underwear and access your wetness. “all this, ‘cause of me?” 

“all ‘cause of you.” you breathe the words out like they’re air and nod shyly at your own admission despite the high pitched, babyish tone. to let your stupid older step brother know how much he affects you is embarrassing, borderline humiliating, but you can’t help but fall into him. megumi rewards you with two fingers stroking their way past the tight ring of your entrance, curling instantly to explore your gummy, oozing walls and locate the exact spots that make you tick.

he presses a chaste kiss to your sweaty cheek, body hunched over your shaky one as if to shield the scandalous sight from the world. his little sister split open on his fingers, drenching him in her scent and her slick as fushiguro scissors them and fucks you silly. “mhm, that’s my girl. so nice for me and my fingers. i like you better this way,” he slurs, long and dark lashes (ones that you’d die for) fluttering against your skin as his digits move faster and faster within your selfish, ribbed walls. “when all you can do is cry and make those pretty noises, instead of being a little brat to me all the time.” 

fushiguro pauses his ministrations, forcing you to wriggle and writhe and chase your pleasure for only a moment. “m-megumi!” your hips jut upwards in an attempt to coax some friction out of him, anything on your pulsing clit or against your pleasure spots dotted along your insides. “p-please. fuck, gumi— i need it.” 

he only smiles, his thumb finding your clit and his fingers pick up the pace — bearing down on your g-spot with every thrust into your tight heat. “that’s what i like to hear, none of that back talk. just your pretty voice, beggin’ for me.” he sweet talks you over the dirty, lewd and squishy sounds from your thoroughly fucked cunt as they ring out into the sex tainted air. they form a chorus with your hiccups and pathetic bleats for more — and if your body is a choir, megumi fushiguro is the conductor. he guides you to the gates of heaven, feeds you pieces of pleasure from the grapevine of sun and you let him. 

because he’s your big (step) brother, and you trust him after all. 

“fuck, you’re so pretty. could watch you make a mess of me all night.” 

the bricks bliss build up in your lower tummy, cemented together by megumi’s relentless fingers pumping in and out of your slick sex. you’re the perfect vision, a sight to behold — darling gem eyes shiny with tears, tongue tied to the roof of your mouth by strings of saliva and your body doused with a glimmer of perspiration. your step brother can’t help but create a copy of you grinding against his hand on his mind. filing it away for later. 

pulling his fingers from your selfish heat, megumi brings his hand down against it in a harsh slap — his entire body shuddering at the surprised wail you let out, and the stream of juices that fly up his arm as a result. “ooh, baby. what a pretty noise you just made.” he laments with a rough voice, soothing over the spank with soft flicks to your swollen clit. “can you do that again for me?” 

he doesn’t give you the chance to answer, spanking your pussy again, and again and again until his head is heavy with the sounds of your broken moans and your panties are soaked all the way through — darkened by the running two of your sweet honey nectar that allow his slender fingers to slip back inside you with ease. 

they tease at your stimulated walls and push and pull your tight little hole — and you swear you can practically see the stars that line the night sky with every new sensation. fushiguro is in no better state, cock painstakingly hard and straining against the insides of his sweats while his cool midnight eyes drink in the way your hips stutter and struggle to keep up with the pace of his digits inside of you. 

“‘gumi… i think i—“ your words escape you, drowned out by your own pussy as it squelches around megumi’s fingers. 

he kisses your forehead, contrasting my soft compared to the way he stretches you open and preps you for his cock. “i bet that feets good, huh? you feel like you’re gonna cum.” his tone turns into a mocking one, deep enough to send shivers down your spine and threaten to knock down the wall of mounting pleasure in your lower gut.

tears teeter over the edge of your waterline, streaking a hot path down the apples of your angelic cheeks as your hips lift off the bed — chasing the high only your big brother could give to you. “feels so good, p-please let me cum, ‘gumi.” 

you look to him for reassurance and permission, hiccuping as megumi pulls his fingers out of you to trace from your clit and down the length of your juicy slit. pride swirls in his blazing chest when your body jerks at the sensation, hips running after the source of pleasure. you’re such a good little thing, so pliant and naive — following after your step brother no matter what he does to you. maybe you’re right, maybe you’re a little too dumb for college. but it doesn’t matter right now, not with the way your creamy entrance clenched down on fushiguro lovingly, pleading with him to let you cum.

you’re so close and he knows it, he’d have given into you if he weren’t trying to make this last. 

“actually, i want you to do something for me.” he stops right before you’re about to burst, dragging his fingers out of your pulsating pussy to smear your wetness across your tummy and thighs. 

a babyish blubber bubbles up on the swell of your pouty lips, coated in a layer of salt from your free-flowing tears. “w-what? m-megumi! i was so close!” you say in a petulant manner, squishing your thigh together and trapping his hand between them as if to coax him back into making you cum.

“so spoilt, more like.” your step brother bites back, almost punishing you by removing his body from yours so that he can rid himself off all of his clothes. he tosses them off the bed, but not before pulling his phone from his sweatpants and setting it to the side.

you swallow thickly when his cock springs free and slaps against his washboard abs. megumi is lengthier than he has girth, his balls heavy with an incredulous amount of seed saved up just for you. his tip is pink, almost bright red but coated in a layer of pre that’s no doubtedly smeared along the inside of his sweats but it’s a delicious sight to see nonetheless. 

now you really must be bugging. you’re most certainly clueless to have never thought of megumi this way before today. 

your throat bobs when he grabs hold of his rock hard shaft, hissing at the first few lazy pumps he gives himself.  “i want you to do something for me. then i’ll make you cum.” fushiguro proposes gruffly, locking eyes with you carnally. “put on a show for me princess, ride one of your cute little stuffed animals over there so i can make a memory for when i go back to college.” 

his ask doesn’t register in your pretty little head, and megumi figures he might have left you dazed from withholding your orgasm. or maybe you’re distracted by the way in which he fists his cock, spreading webs of milky white up and down his shaft and over his mushroomed tip with each movement. you hardly notice the fact that he’s reached for his phone, setting it to record using his free hand. 

“you hear me, pretty… fuck…girl?” he curses in a low moan, squeezing himself. 

this time, your attention shoots to his face while your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “y-you want me to… fuck my stuffie?” 

you ask megumi so innocently, head tilted to the side like a sweet little puppy dog and he swears he might bust to you right then and there. 

“fuck…yes.” 

“and you won’t touch me?” 

“not until i’m satisfied, princess.” 

and like the bratty little sister you are, dress pushed down to your middle and makeup askew, you huff at your step-brother — all while grabbing your favourite and biggest stuffed bear to tuck against the ruined treasure between your thighs. 

“you’re so fuckin’ mean, ‘gumi,” you try to keep your cool, but you’re too sensitive — lowering your twitching sex onto the soft toy slowly. “o-oh…”

he angles the camera perfectly to record you, zooming in on your cute little cunt as it slips and slides over the bear with ease.

even beyond the camera, you’re a sight for megumi fushiguro’s sore eyes, each of your curves and dips illuminated by the glistening beads of sweat that roll over the expanse of your skin – catching the low, warm yellow light from up above. he always knew that his little step sister was pretty, practically an angel, but up until now he’d relied soley on his dirty imagination to picture the way you’d look fucking yourself for him. the stuffed toy easily disappears between the meat of your pudgy thighs as you rock back and forth over it, nudging your clit against the nose of the fluffy brown bear.

“feels good, right?” he mumbles lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest. megumi can’t help but be engrossed in your every move, the soft jut of your hips and the bite down on your plump and shiny lips, the way in which your fingers dare to dance up the salacious softness to your curves and skin. “my pretty little thing. i can see why your daddy loves you so much. you’re such a good girl, listening to everything i say.”

megumi’s words waft over your mind like a thick fog of lust, darkening every pure thought you’ve ever had. your whole body twitches at their patronising air, dopamine crackling about in your skull and shooting down to the heartbeat swirling around your fluttering hole. it gushes and gushes, like an endless stream of erotica and glazes over the apex of your thighs like the shin of a sugary treat.

one that makes your step brother’s mouth water with anticipation.

each of your sweet mewls and whistle-tone bleats run through his ears like thick honey, rotting him from the inside out. perhaps that’s what makes megumi so perverted and what makes him crush on his perfect and prim little sister, you’re a fool to have not noticed it before. how he looked at you then and how megumi looks at you now, midnight blue and stormy orbs drowning with lust. your gaze flutters down to his cock, standing tall and flushed against his creamy white skin, neglected as it leaks all over his stomach.

“oh you like that, huh? you shake so much when i talk to you like that.” fushiguro starts to fist his cock faster, matching the speed at which you shakily circle your hips over the poor stuffed animal — panting as it’s fabric darkens with your wetness. “a daddy’s girl through ‘n through.” he teases while you throw it back for his phone.

sure enough, the camera picks up his warm chocolate voice as it coos its praises to you. such a good girl. ride it out princess. all of it fills you to the brim with wanton and desire, makes you crumble before the glaring lense of fushiguro’s phone.

“s-shut up.” 

“uh-uh. and you were doing so well,” your step brother sounds almost cruel, reminding you of the reasons you didn’t get along before today. acting like a school boy picking on his crush, being mean to her because deep down he knows that she likes it. that you like it. “don’t be rude baby. put on a show for ‘gumi.” 

he takes to palming himself more, precum slinging across his knuckles and down his thighs the more turned on he gets. it clings to every vein on his shaft, spreads to the weight of his balls and no doubt can be heard through the camera since slick and lewd noises of the both of you touching yourselves echo throughout your bedroom. megumi does his best to keep the camera steady, but he can’t help himself — following your movements and thrusting up into his closed fist to mock your pussy while you ride your stuffie for dear life.

you’re still so sensitive, but your big brother can tell you’re trying so hard to keep up for him — fighting off your next orgasm as it builds up strong in your lower belly. you want to please megumi, at the end of the day. a smart girl like you knows  “that’s it, keep it movin’ for me…god, you make me wanna cum.” 

you pout at the praise, rutting over the face of your stuffed animal as you breath heavy. it feels way too good, you’re overwhelmed by too many senses and megumi watching you spill your juices about the place doesn’t seem to help. dragging a hand up to your bare chest, you tweak your nipples and tug them until  a needy squeal dancing on your wobbly bottom lip — doing your very best to please the dark haired college student.

you want him to cum, want him to memorise the way your eyes roll back and your moans and quivers — you feel so beautiful beneath his heavy, desire burdened stare. “m-megumi,” you say for the millionth time that night, squirming before his very eyes while you dream on the nose of your precious toy. “i-i’m close!” your hips burn holding back you release, exhaustion and just intertwining in your veins — combusting in your lungs. 

clueless. you were absolutely clueless as to how it would feel falling apart under the caring gaze of someone who loves you so much. 

“yeah, pretty girl?” fushiguro hums gently, giving his cock one last squeeze at the base — cutting off the stream of ore that he dribbles from the source. “c’mere, i gotcha.” he shuffles over to you on the bed, catching you before you fall with his lips pressed to your wet babyish cheeks. “i’ll let you cum, but only on my cock. you’ve got to stay good for me, okay?” 

nodding timidly, you accept a few more kisses from megumi — the ones that he peppers across your face, before he manoeuvres you onto your side and nestles in right behind you. “say you want me,” the words coast along the back of your neck and your body erupts in goosebumps. his voice will always be like a dragon breathing life into a fire. sure to be careful, megumi lifts one of your thighs and hooks it over his slender waist so that he can better access your sluice sex.

he tugs your underwear to the side with one hand and positions his cock at your entrance, sliding the length of his shaft through the strings of your arousal glueing your pussy lips together. both of you hiss in harmony when his bright red tip grinds messily against your pulsing pleasure bud. your unused hole clenches around nothing, pushing out juices as if to claim megumi. 

your head rolls back to rest on megumi’s broad shoulder and you reach a hand behind you to tangle in the dark mass of his sweaty locks — keeping him close. “i need you, ‘gumi. please.” you rasp weakly as his shaft breaches your silken walls, coating him in everything your body has to offer. you spoil megumi, giving him a moment to remember before he leaves for college again.

there’s a delicious residual burn from the way his girth stretches you out causing your cunt so selfishly squeezes down on every inch of your step brother’s milky cock. with a stuttered breath, fushiguro bottoms out until his balls are pressed hotly against your ass and his seedy mushroomed tip is just grazing your womb. 

“just what i wanted to hear,” he purrs into the shell of your ear — nipping it tenderly. you blubber softly into the satin pillows, prepped with a fresh set of tears as you push back onto megumi to meet the push and pull of his dick into your tight, creamy sex. “you’ve always needed me, pretty thing. my precious baby sister, relyin’ on me for everything. even this.”

your entire body burns bright with desire for megumi, you’re surprised you’ve gone this long without him before today. maybe you’ve always needed to feel his sticky tip grind against your juicy walls or his hot breath fanning against your shoulders and neck. you’ve always needed your step brother to guide you in the right direction. you’ve always needed megumi.

“f-fuck, g-gumi!” 

fushiguro fucks you slow and softly, pouring all of his affections into you — letting it buzz in the sex scented air between your salt slicked bodies. his fingertips leave their paw prints along your tiger striped thighs and soft tummy, he’ll kiss them better later, but for now he just wants you to know how much he’s always needed you.  “oh i know pretty girl, i know.” comes megumi’s low, bristling simper — adding to the stacks of pleasure cementing together in your lower tummy. “you’re so good, taking me just right. i’ve always known you’d be good for me.” 

your back arches away from the molten centre of your step brother’s chest but he refuses to let you run from him — wrapping a strong arm around your middle to anchor you and your pussy down on his throbbing cock. “i never wanted to ruin you.” he drawls hungrily, but that doesn’t stop the salacious buck of his hips upwards and the way his hands traverse over each of your perfect imperfections. “but you’re such a sweet thing… you always have been. god, baby, you drive me crazy.” 

fumbling around on the bed, megumi gasps at the phone and hits record once more — propping the device up on the nightstand opposite you so that he can remain hands free. “this body, this princess cunt… the way you grip my hair—“ as if on cue, your fingers tighten at his dark roots and tug him down for a sloppy, spit swapping kiss. “everything about you, s’perfect.” 

the room spins with ecstasy and your pathetic screams die in your throat at the feeling of megumi’s abs contacting against your back, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again. you drip sweet nectar onto the sheets, his pelvis and his thighs — tainting him with your precious sin. everything burns with exertion and exhaustion, so you’re forced to slump against your big brother and rely on him to carry you to the high heavens of pleasure.

he doesn’t disappoint, cupping your swaying breasts as you jolt up the bed from the force of his pounding thrusts, flicking at your nipples while keeping himself tucked in your squishy insides. you’re pleasured from every possible angle and it’s all caught on grainy film for megumi to take to college when he leaves without you. 

“‘m so fucking happy… t-that our parents got divorced. s-so that i can…have you like this.” fushiguro tongues at the pulse point under your ear, giving you one hard thrust to emphasise the point, it makes you jump, pushing you that little bit closer to the edge. your step brother never stops pumping himself in and out of you, hardly giving you a second to breathe between sucking on your tongue and slapping a hand down on your slit. 

“aren’t you happy?” he goes on to ask, carving the shape of his dick into your raw sex. “take a deep breath for me, gorgeous.” 

megumi wraps a hand around your throat from behind, squeezing ever so slightly and your glistening doe eyes tear away from the camera to focus on him. you witness the stars align in his azure orbs, the adoration they hold for you and a cry-baby wail slips from between your cherry bitten lips in response. 

“look so pretty with my hand around your throat ‘n my cock in your pussy… look at that. it’s like your body was made for me.” he chimes up again, watching the drool deep from the corner of your mouth as it hangs open with dry moans, like a a cute puppy panting. “how lucky are we?”

“o-oh! gumi!” you sniff blearily, not caring that there isn’t enough air in your brain to think straight. you’re swallowing down his cock and he’s leaking fat droplets of precum against the ridges of your walls — only adding to your wetness. megumi can’t expect a single logical thought to escape you this way. “‘m s-so glad. s-so lucky! so happy! i-i love you.”

the stuttered admission brings out the worst in megumi, causing him to lose his shit. your panties are rubbing his shaft raw, your pussy’s so good that he feels like he’s fucking high, not to mention you sound so pretty he could die here and be the happiest man alive. a feral desire takes over your step brother, his snapping his hips into you so hard that your headboard repeatedly smashes against the wall.

your panties are completely soaked through at this point, equally as ruined as your cunt… but megumi doesn’t care. “love you too. my good girl, my good fucking girl.” he coos, his thrusts growing animalistic and erratic — your bodies dancing to the tune of desire as you chase release. “can you cum for me, pretty? wanna see it, bet you’re so gorgeous when you’re cumming for me little sis.” 

despite being fucked brainless, you still manage to do what you’re told — your hips back onto his from their own accord, puffy pussy locking down on megumi’s base to keep him inside. “i’m close… r-right there gumi!” you choke out.

“right here, baby?” is all he manages to respond with, moaning pornographically into your sweaty shoulder while he shifts the angle of his thrusts. “wanna feel you gush all fucking over me.” 

that’s all you need to hear before your toe curling orgasm comes crashing down on you like a large tidal wave. the knot in your tummy finally unravels and you break beneath the pressure of it all, waves of your juices splashing out onto the sheets and megumi’s pelvis — rewarding him for fucking you this good. you cum so hard that it’s enough to force megumi from your twitching hole, expelling a musky scent into the air.

“f-fucking shit, fuuuck me…” fushiguro stumbles off the edge not long after, using the seam of your panties to finish himself off while you twitch through the aftershocks of your high. he just barely makes it, fucking your underwear and nudging his sensitive cockhead against your abused mound until he’s filling the seat of your panties with fat globs of white hot seed. “jesus…’hmygod, baby. you’re such an angel...d-did so fucking well for me.” 

he peppers you with smooches until you’re calmed down enough to be rolled onto your back. megumi is careful to pull away from you, staying close while you sniffle and come back down to earth. he babies you throughout, lifting the rest of your dress over your head and waiting until you say he can move before grabbing you a spare shirt from your dresser.

“let me see you.” megumi whispers lovingly when he crawls back onto the bed to join you. he grabs his phone from the nightstand and ends its recording, pushing your thighs apart to snap pictures of your cum soaked undies and the thick white that clings to your fat pussy lips and clit. “perfect, you’re so perfect. 

“i am?” you whinge — camera shy. but you don’t tell him to stop, letting your older step brother rub his sensitive and overworked cock over your crotch, smearing the last evidence of your orgasms against you for a quick video. another one that’ll be added to his spank bank for later. “‘gumi…” you warn once you start to feel overstimulated.

he chuckles at how whiny you are, tugging your clean shirt over your head before he pulls you into his arms. “i got it, i’m sorry.” rocking you both back and forth, fushiguro kisses the crown of your head. “yanno… if you’re so serious about not joining me at college. i’ll try and convince your dad to let you stay in town. as long as you keep up your promise and try to start a business.” 

your heart skips a beat, and you cast a glance upwards at your step brother. “really?” 

“really. if it means that much to you.” 

sleep settles heavy in megumi’s bones and on his pretty face — one you didn’t realise you loved so much. “it does! thank you, ‘gumi,” you say quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “m-maybe you college boys aren’t so bad.” 

“oh come on now, didn’t me fucking you stupid literally just prove that?” 

“maybe.” 

“so you’ll come visit me at college then. since you like me so much.” fushiguro quips cheekily, narrowly missing your swat to his chest. 

you roll your eyes and try to unravel yourself from your step brother’s affectionate grip, but don’t hide your smile. “ugh! as if, don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

but teasing megumi further only gets you dragged back into the sheets — two sets of laughter echoing throughout the room in what appears to be another sibling fight. 

except this time, you’re not as clueless. 

you know that something like this, and with megumi, means something much, much more.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[spookypete-94]

Marshmallows

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Been writing some about our lovely Captain, but figured it was time to give some love to our favorite skeleton man. A goofy drabble based off an incident with my coworkers at a gathering. Wrote with a female reader in mind, but could be read as either or.

If you had asked the members from TF141 to describe you, the first word that would come to their minds would probably be deadly. Methodical and practical would come next followed by intelligent. The ultimate fuck around and find out package.

Prankster would not even be in their vocabulary when thinking of you because you are so reserved, so quiet. How that was about to change in Simon Riley's book.

After a long, dangerous, and destructive deployment, Price had extended the invitation of a bonfire at his newly purchased hunting cabin that was secluded from the rest of the world. Happy to spend some time with them that wasn't meant to be where you were all on edge, you happily obliged.

For the party you had brought the items to make smore's and hot chocolate. A variety of marshmallows to be used. Big ones for the smore's, little ones for the hot drink.

As everyone gathered around, had a few drinks, and told stories outside of work. Like normal, you had kept quiet. Finally excusing yourself as you went into make yourself a hot mug, grabbing the marshmallows. Totally not suspicious right? Unbeknownst to you however, the tallest and largest one of the group always had an eye watching you. Everywhere you went, either on the battlefield or in this instance right now. He always had the urge to make sure you were ok.

He decided to go in after he could see your shadow stretching on your tippy toes and then crouching down below through the blinds. Quietly, he rolled the sliding glass door open peeking, taking steps to the side as he cleared the room. Leave it to him to use a battle tactic to find out what you were doing. He saw you with your arm up the ice maker on the front of the fridge.

"Wha' on God's green earth are you doin'?" he asked befuddled with such an action.

"Nothin'!" you squealed, turning around quickly, marshmallow falling out in suite hitting the floor. With haste, you kicked it behind you so hopefully he had not seen what it was. It was then that he took large steps, looking behind you and saw the half empty marshmallow bag in your hand. Looking up, he saw marshmallows on the cabinet door handles. Marshmallows on the buck's antlers that Price had shot adorned the wall, even some on his eyes. Marshmallows on the corners of the barstools. Marshmallows galore.

"You 'ave been busy." He said, tone coated in surprise as he took in your work.

"Just decorating Price's new place for a housewarming party." You quipped coyly. "Go look in the bathroom."

He did as you told going down a short hallway and peeking in. The toilet paper roll had been slid off, a large marshmallow impaled in its place. A slight inconvenience to anyone who wasn't paying attention. But it didn't end there. Marshmallows were in the shower stall, some with drawn on faces.

Coming back out of the bathroom, he saw you with your hand up the ice maker again, the bag you had now empty.

"Clever." Was all he could say, still stunned that you had planned such a joke.

"Just don't tattle on me." You said grabbing two mugs, one for you and one for him and actually started making the hot chocolate you had come in for.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Humor in his voice. Again, still surprised you had the ability to joke around like this. He took another freshly opened bag from you and placed some up high joining you in on your prank. You grinned up at him watching him stretch to reach the higher places.

Gaz and Soap then stepped into the open door, a slight stumble to their steps from their current buzz. Plopping small marshmallows in both drinks, you slid one to Ghost and stepped out of the way of Gaz who came in to make everyone another round of mixers.

Both you and Ghost watched out of the corner of your eye as Gaz lifted a glass tumbler to the ice maker and pressed. It took a few seconds longer, but finally a marshmallow tumbled out, and then another.

"Wha' the fuck??" Gaz said confused. "Capt'n I think your ice maker is messed up!" He called out the door. Taking the opportunity, you and Ghost went back outside and towards the fire, moving out of the way for Price who went inside to check out the ice maker.

"Shouldn't be, just bought the damn thing." He said approaching it and pressing the glass against the ice maker, where again more marshmallows fell out.

It was at this point; Soap came out from the bathroom.

"Real fuckin' funny," Price said looking up at Soap before throwing a marshmallow at him.

"Ya blamin' me? I didnea fuckin' do it!" Soap said laughing, before picking up the marshmallow and eating it. "Should take a look in the loo though."

You looked past the fire the entire time, watching it unfold inside. Price fully blaming Gaz and Soap for your harmless prank. Bickering amongst each other In this moment Ghost sat next to you, trying to hide his laughter. Now he understood who the master prankster was. He had seen this many times before. Something was done to either of them and they had placed the blame on everyone but you. Because you come across as aloof and sweet… but it’s always been you.

The thought crossed his mind. You were the ultimate package now. Beautiful, dangerous, and funny.

Simon Ghost Riley Masterlist

John Price Masterlist

[moonstruckme]

Aight just an idea I had. I like this song called Alabama song by the doors, it reminds me of cowboys dancing around a fire whimsically. Well I’d love if it was either the Marauders (or just Sirius, I’m weak for him) maybe on the run, have a campfire and whimsically dance around it, giggling, laughing and drinking. Anyway just a one shot idea, have a good one!

Thanks for requesting my love! I thought this might fit with apocalypse!marauders so I decided to take it in that direction, hope that's alright :)

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’ve decided to chance a fire. You and Remus had cast the best protections you could around your little camp, and though you know the smoke is still a risk, the nights have gotten too cold to go without. 

Your shoulders ache from your turn carrying the backpack this afternoon (though you’d rather die than complain about it, lest James never allow you to contribute again) and the soles of your shoes have worn so thin that the balls of your feet are sore and tender. Remus cracks his neck this way and that, leaning back on his hands as James builds up the fire, the radio blaring softly a few feet away. It’s your constant companion, the first thing you all unpack every night. You’re each too recognizable to risk going into public to try and gather intelligence, so the radio is all you have. Aside from when they list the names of the dead, you’ve mostly begun tuning it out. The government is disorganized, the economy is failing, blah blah blah. None of it matters while the death eaters are in control of the ministry. Frankly, it’s their problem now; the rest of you have larger concerns. 

Sirius plants himself between you and Remus, digging through the pack. “Perk up, buttercups.” He nudges you, a nearly full bottle of firewhiskey now in hand. “I know what’ll make you two stop moaning and groaning.” 

You look at the bottle skeptically, but Remus’ lips quirk upwards and he holds out a hand for it. 

“Attaboy, Moons,” Sirius says, passing it to him. 

Remus takes a swig. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“I haven’t hidden anything,” Sirius contests, grimacing as he takes a sip himself. “It’s been in the bottom of the pack for anyone to find. I just thought we could use it after a day like today.” 

You nod. The day hadn’t been eventful, but maybe that was what had made it so disheartening. The sky had clouded over around midmorning and stayed that way, making your now humdrum routine of trekking through the woods to stay ahead of death eaters that might be tracking you even drearier than usual. Today was the fifth day without even coming close to a town, and you’re beginning to feel like you’re not much help to the resistance at all (though Remus insists that staying alive until you’re needed is the best you all can do right now). The atmosphere had heavied around the four of you, bogged down by gloom and weariness. 

Sirius waggles the bottle in front of you tantalizingly. You take a swig, and the burn is so intense it’s a miracle you don’t spit it right out, gagging. James laughs as he swipes the bottle from you. 

“Don’t suppose you brought mixers too?” you manage. 

“Nope.” Sirius pats your back sympathetically. “Sorry, dollface.” 

“I’ll get used to it.” 

You take turns passing the bottle around, and you do get used to it, your chest warming pleasantly as the ache of your muscles fades into the background. The boys’ limbs seem to be loosening too, their laughter freer and more raucous than it’s been in the weeks since your world and sense of safety was burnt to ash and scattered on the wind. James has the idea of playing spin the bottle, but it only ends in Sirius demanding everyone kiss him regardless of who the bottle points to. Remus lies on the ground and attempts to teach you all the few constellations he remembers from Sinistra’s Astronomy class, but after finding Orion the practice descends into the rest of you pointing out which stars are clustered together to look like dicks or boobs. 

“See,” James insists, shoulder bumping into yours as he points, “those two little ones are the nipples.”

“They’re nowhere near the same size,” Sirius observes. 

“And do you have a problem with disproportionate tits?” you question boldly, to which Sirius only laughs, making a show of pawing at your chest before suddenly going still. 

You tense, scanning the treeline automatically, but Sirius only sets a placating hand on your shoulder, cocking his ear. “They’re playing music,” he says. 

You’re quiet for a moment more, and sure enough, there’s a faint melody crackling through the radio. James reaches over to turn the dial and the sound amplifies, a faint twanging and a slow, accented voice. It’s some American country song, both upbeat and laidback at once. 

“They never play music anymore,” you whisper, as if afraid the broadcasters will hear you and shut it off. 

Remus hums. “It has seemed like a slow day,” he suggests. “Maybe there’s nothing left to report.” 

Sirius hops up, wobbling just a little once he gets on his feet. “Dance with me, Moons.” 

Remus scoffs lightly, sprawled out comfortable and languid on the soft grass. “I think I’ll let you show us how it’s done.” Sirius shrugs gamely, beginning to spin around and kick out his feet sloppily. “Just don’t get too close to the fire,” Remus warns. “That’d be a humbling way to go during wartime.” 

“Or original,” Sirius proposes, but he dances back from the edge of the pit. 

James laughs as Sirius mimes a lasso, ensnaring you and tugging you toward him. You get to your feet obligingly, clasping your hands with his and moving to the rhythm. You don’t know the words to the song, but you hum along anyway, the both of you glowing orange in the firelight. You must make it look fun, because soon James has coaxed Remus up and they’re dancing beside you, the four of you trading partners every second and twirling each other around. James thinks it’s called do-si-do-ing, but none of you actually know and it doesn’t actually matter. You’re happier than you have been in weeks, happier even than when James had stolen that still-warm pie from a bakery and you’d all eaten it out of the tin. 

The song ends, eventually, and James makes you all go to bed so that you can hopefully get a full eight hours before the camp’s protective charms wear off in the morning and you have to set out again. You’re all crammed onto two pushed-together sleeping pads for warmth as the fire dies down to embers, the night sky big and open above you as the chill seeps through your blankets and two layers of clothes straight to your bones. The boys’ breathing evens out one by one, Sirius’ elbow jutting into your side while Remus’ stubble scratches at your cheek. You’ll wake the next morning cold and sore all over, and that’s alright.

[lostgirlfandom]

Roman Fingers

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Female!Reader

Warnings: Harassment, maybe a little bit of threatening, afab reader

Words: 775

You were not one to hold back when someone was harassing you. Especially if someone touched you inappropriately.  

Which you were a little pissed because some asshole had decided to touch your ass while you getting something to drink at the table at this small mixer that was for some sorority you didn’t care to know the name of.  

One minute you were pouring some punched mixed alcohol into a solo cup, the next a hand smoothed itself over your ass as a guy you didn’t know pushed against your side.  

Pausing and narrowing your eyes into space in front of you, you processed the situation.

“Hey, baby... Aren’t you in my Physics class?” The sleaze asked you with a smirk. The smell of beer falling heavily from his breath and clothes. He stood at maybe 5’10 with a dark buzzcut. He wore a fraternity shirt that had some wet spots from sweat or beer, you couldn’t figure out.  

Pinching your lips together, you turned your head to him and stared into his glassy eyes with anger. “I’m gonna need you to take your hands off of me, bud.... before we have a problem.” You told him with a fake grin.  

He gave a scoffing laugh and have a drink grin as he swayed on the spot. “Oh, come on... Your body is ssso soft... I just want to run my hands over your body again, again.” He licked his lips.  

You opened your mouth to retort back but a voice chimed in. “The lady said to let go of her... I’m sure your simple mind could process at least that much.”  

The scum and you both turned your heads to the voice and you saw a guy standing there with a simple button up and jeans. A solo cup in one hand and the other shoved into his pocket. But what you took noticed of was his bright blue eyes that was lit with intelligence and smugness as he stared at the scum bucket.  

Blinking out of your thoughts, you grinned at him. “I got it handled.” You turned back to the sleaze and then proceeded to reach down with a hand and then gripped his junk tightly and then twisting slightly. He jumped and his face twisted into discomfort as his eyes cleared for a second of clarity. “Here’s what you’re gonna do... You’re gonna let me go, then you’re going to sit your ass in a corner... or leave all together! And never touch another woman inappropriately ever again... Clear?” The man’s breath had picked up but didn’t say anything as he was focused on the uncomfortable feeling of you twisting his junk.  

Sneering, you twisted harder, causing him to yelp and nod his head rapidly. “Clear... Clear!”  

Smiling, you let go of him causing him to sigh in relief and slouch down. He then hurriedly took off past the other guy that had tried to come to your rescue. Both of you watching him as he basically ran out the door.  

The blue-eyed knight watched him in amusement as he took a sip of his drink before turning back to you. You sighed and then looked back at the guy and took more of his features in. His blonde hair was ruffled like he just woke up, but you kept focusing on his eyes that you noticed was looking you up and down slowly. Taking in your outfit and your shape and then your hair and eyes.  

He gave you smirk as you tilted your head. “Looks like you didn’t need me after all.”  

You chuckled and looked down at the ground, pushing your chin to your chest. Shrugging, “I know how to take care of myself when needed.”  

You looked up from underneath your eyelashes and looked at him as he kept looking you up and down with a small smug smirk on his lips.  

Blinking, you know he looked familiar and then thinking about it, you know why. “You’re in a couple of Physics classes... and Linear Algebra class.” You lifted your head back up and smiled at him.  

His eyes lit up at your smile and words. “Yeah... Yeah you are. I knew you were familiar.” He blinked, licking his lips and shaking his head before putting his hand out for a hand shake. “Lip... Lip Gallagher.” He told you with a grin.  

“Y/N Y/L/N” You shook his hand.  

There was a small comfortable silence after you let his hand go. But you both were too busy observing the other.  

He let a smirk fall on his lips as he asked you, “So, wanna get out of here?”  

[shadowtriovibes]

where there's smoke, there's firewhiskey

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Garreth Weasley

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: aged-up characters, established relationship seb x mc, underage drinking (by today's standards), recreational drug use, shotgunning, references to threesomes

Summary: request: "imagine a modern au, where parties are more like our idea of them and not, y'know, victorian england. And getting high, drunk, or both, at a party and running into literally any one of the boys and just acting like horny college kids. Seb fits this idea best in my head but kinda sorta lowkey I could see Garreth being a stoner LMAO." (predictably, i decided that three heads are better than two)

"What are we doing?" you whisper. "Having fun," Sebastian answers cheekily. "It's a party, we're allowed to have a little fun." "Doesn't have to be serious," Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. "In fact, it's usually better if it's not."

On nights like tonight, you’re quite proud to be a Hufflepuff.

You may have only been at Hogwarts for less than two years, but it didn’t take long to learn that all too often, your house is the least loved. Ravenclaws have their intelligence, Gryffindors their bravery, and even Slytherins their cunning, but what have you Hufflepuffs got?

Well, tonight what you’ve got is the honor of hosting the best party you’ve ever been to.

As soon as dinner had ended, your cozy, comforting common room had been completely transformed into a raucous den of teenage misbehavior from one last blowout party before your N.E.W.T.s exams start next week. For hours your classmates have taken turns sneaking sixth- and seventh-years from other houses in small groups down past the kitchens and through Hufflepuff’s massive barrel entrance until it felt like just about all your classmates were here.

There’s Muggle music blaring on someone’s contraband stereo across the room and some N.E.W.T.s-level Potions students are delightedly combining wizarding spirits with Muggle mixers and passing them out to members of a very thirsty crowd — in the pursuit of knowledge, of course.

Predictably, you’re already in Sebastian’s lap. All night he’s been unabashedly charming you into taking sips of Firewhiskey from his own bottle, wary of whatever has been bubbling away in Sacharissa’s cauldron.

Your boyfriend has turned you into a big fan of Firewhiskey. Every time you take a sip of the cinnamon-spiced spirit, you feel its warmth spread from the very top of your head down to the tips of your toes and everywhere in between. It’s sweet, slightly spicy and way too easy to drink whenever Sebastian offers you the bottle by its neck.

Now you’re tipsy and warm and perfectly content to sit with him in an armchair by a tucked-away fireplace on the far end of the room.

Plus, he looks so bloody fit in the varsity Quidditch jacket that Imelda had gifted members of the team at the end of the season that you can barely stand to take your hands off his broad chest.

Between your murmured conversations and occasional aimless kisses, Sebastian teasingly announces, “Looks like your friend’s just arrived.”

“Who, Natty?” you ask hopefully.

“Garreth,” he says instead, and you’re immediately suspicious of the way he’s smirking at you.

“What’s that look for?” you ask him.

He pointedly ignores your question and instead waves Garreth over. Across the room, he’s just climbed into the common room with a group of other Gryffindors, looking artfully disheveled as always.

He perks up when he notices you and quickly weaves his way over to the sitting area you and Sebastian had claimed. Your boyfriend disappointedly lets you climb off his lap so you can greet Garreth and give him a hug.

“Want to sit with us?” you offer. “Sebastian’s got some whiskey if you’d like some.”

“I’m alright, thanks,” he says kindly, taking a seat on the couch across from Sebastian. “But I’ll join you anyway.”

You wouldn’t dream of telling Sebastian, but over the years you’ve always maintained a slight crush on Garreth. You love Seb, you’re mad about him and you hope you’ll be together well after your tenure at Hogwarts ends, but still… That harmless crush persists, and it makes your heart race a little whenever Garreth smiles at you across his potions station or compliments your spellwork in Charms.

It doesn’t help that he’s generally a massive flirt.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” you offer after chatting with him for a while. “Everyone’s been getting boozed-up for hours.”

“I’m not much of a drinker,” Garreth admits. “But I’ve got my own stuff.”

Reaching into the pockets of his trousers, Garreth pulls out a small wooden box and flips open the lid. From inside he pulls out a small, thin strip of parchment and a small bag of what looks to be ground-up leaves.

“What have you got?” you ask curiously.

“Mallowsweet,” he replies, and sure enough, when he opens up the bag and tips some of its contents into his hand, you catch the magical herb’s familiar honey-like scent.

“Why?” you ask, and Garreth raises an eyebrow at you.

“You can smoke it,” Garreth explains as if it’s obvious. “It’ll loosen up your inhibitions just like alcohol. Have you never had Mallowsweet like this before?”

“No,” you admit. “I’ve really only used it for completing Merlin Trials, and Professor Garlick is surprisingly strict about how much she lets me grow.”

“It’s not her fault, the Ministry’s been trying to make it a controlled substance for years now,” Garreth explains. “She can’t let students have too much, but if you buy some off Timothy down at the Magic Neep, he’ll give you as much as you want.”

“And then you just dry it out to smoke it?” you ask, peering at the small, dried-out pieces of leaves in the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, that’s easy enough to do myself,” Garreth laughs. “All you need is a quick-drying charm and then it’s ready to smoke.”

You watch as he takes the small piece of parchment and tips the dried Mallowsweet onto it, and then he places the paper on the low table in front of you and carefully rolls it into a thin, cigarette-shaped joint. Finally, he seals it by licking along the exposed edge and pressing it closed.

“Got a light for me?” he jokes, placing one end in his mouth.

You roll your eyes fondly and gently tap the tip of your wand against the end of the joint. With a quick spark, a small flame jumps to life and the joint lets out a thin tendril of smoke.

Garreth takes a long drag and as he exhales, he murmurs, “Thanks, love.”

The pet name makes you blush, and you hope it’s not visible in the low lighting of the party.

“You want to try some?” he offers. “I think you’d like it.”

“What’s it feel like?” you ask curiously.

Garreth pauses for a beat to consider before he tells you, “For me, it’s really calming. It kind of… turns my senses down, if that makes sense. Everything gets quieter, and less hurried.”

“That sounds really nice,” you say softly. “But I haven’t ever smoked anything before.”

You watch Garreth’s gaze drift down to your mouth, lingering a little longer than he’d usually be able to get away with. “Maybe I can help you.”

“You should shotgun her,” Sebastian suggests, and you startle, guiltily remembering that he’s still seated a few feet away in that armchair, watching the two of you with a keen look on his face.

“Yeah?” Garreth asks. “That’s alright?”

“It’s a party,” Sebastian says with a shrug. “I’m alright with it if she is.”

“What’s that mean, ‘shotgun?’” you ask skeptically. “Like how Everett chugs Butterbeers from the side of the can?”

“Not that kind,” Garreth laughs. “It’s more like… I’ll take a hit, and then when I breathe out, you’ll breathe in.”

You frown, confused. Garreth just smirks and offers, “It’s really easier to just do it than explain.”

“Sure, yeah,” you agree. “Go on then.”

Garreth lifts the joint to his lips again and takes another slow drag, holding his breath at the top while he sets the lit joint down in an ashtray on the table. Then he gently grips your chin with one hand and pulls you in like he’s going to kiss you, but before he does, he taps on your bottom lip with one long finger so you’ll open your mouth.

His lips just barely brush against yours while he carefully exhales smoke into your mouth, and thankfully your soft gasp breaks your trance and forces you to inhale that same smoke. It tastes slightly sweet on your tongue, as the name suggests, but pleasantly herbal as well.

“Hold onto it for a moment,” Garreth murmurs, his lips still touching yours. “Then breathe out.”

You count to five in your head and exhale. The smoke dissipates in front of you, and as soon as it clears, you’re staring right into Garreth’s warm brown eyes.

“Sebastian,” he says, his gaze still fixed on you. “You’re not going to curse me for this, are you?”

“Go on, Weasley,” Sebastian drawls. “She wants you to.”

You want to offer an excuse, an apology, anything in response to Sebastian’s obviously correct assumption. Instead, you just lean into Garreth a bit closer and suddenly he’s kissing you, one hand still cradling your jaw.

He’s an excellent kisser, you think. You’ve only got Sebastian to compare him to, and he’s brilliant at it by your standards, but kissing someone new is so thrilling. Especially when it’s Garreth, who’s not only charismatic and glaringly fit but always so sweet and gentle with you.

Your eyes drift shut as Garreth kisses you deeper. He presses his tongue alongside yours and you taste more Mallowsweet, with a little bit of pumpkin juice.

While you can’t see him, you hear Sebastian stand up from the armchair and take a seat next to you on the couch, his larger form blocking you in and shielding you and Garreth from anyone who might glance your way from the common room.

He rests a hand dangerously high up on your thigh and leans in close to your ear to murmur, “You’re an awful liar when you have a crush, d’you know that?”

You whimper softly and Garreth swallows the sound.

“Don’t worry yourself, love,” Sebastian laughs quietly. “I’m better at sharing than you give me credit for.”

Garreth starts to kiss his way down your chin to your jaw and you tip your head back a little. Sebastian’s right there to drag his hand through your hair to coax you into leaning back even more. You moan softly when you feel the redhead suck a small bruise into your skin.

“What are we doing?” you whisper.

“Having fun,” Sebastian answers cheekily. “It’s a party, we’re allowed to have a little fun.”

“Doesn’t have to be serious,” Garreth chimes in, still pressing wet kisses to your neck. “In fact, it’s usually better if it’s not.”

You scoff and tell him, “That is officially the most Garreth thing I’ve heard you say all evening.”

While you and Sebastian are hopeless fools for each other and have been for ages, Garreth’s reputation is that of a perennial bachelor. He goes on lovely dates, and if the rumor mill is to be believed, he’s an excellent shag. But he genuinely appreciates being single for now, especially so close to graduation.

“W-well, um…” you stutter. “How much fun are we talking about?”

“How much do you want?” Sebastian asks, his hand on your thigh sliding higher underneath the hem of your skirt.

“We haven’t ever – y’know,” you hiss. “With someone.”

Garreth sits back and grins cheekily at you. “I have.”

“That’s not surprising, Weasley, you’re kind of a slag,” Sebastian smirks. “Who was it then?”

“Bit personal, don’t you think, Sallow?” he responds.

“You’ve just had your tongue in my girlfriend’s mouth, I think we’re well past any sort of modesty,” Sebastian counters, and you could not possibly be any redder, you think.

Garreth leans over to the table and lifts his joint to his slightly-swollen lips to take one last long pull before answering.

“Fine, it was Adelaide and Nerida,” he admits ruefully. “Bit of a package deal, those two.”

“You’re foul,” you laugh, but then Garreth slides his hand up your other thigh and suddenly you’ve got two of the most handsome boys in school boxing you in, each with a hand up your skirt. Any thoughts you’d spared for Hogwarts gossip go straight out the window.

“We should, um… Maybe we should go somewhere more private,” you suggest, still keenly aware of the party going on just feet away.

“Everyone’s down here for the party,” Sebastian suggests. “The dorms upstairs have got to be pretty empty right now, wouldn’t you think?”

“Can confirm,” Garreth agrees.

Reluctantly, both boys let you go and you smooth your skirt back down, standing up with wobbly legs. You hadn’t realized before, but the Mallowsweet has firmly taken effect on your system.

“Feeling alright?” Sebastian asks.

“Yes, I… I feel quite good, actually,” you murmur. “Really good.”

“She’s crossed,” Garreth laughs, affection clear in his voice. “Mallowsweet and Firewhiskey, now there’s a dangerous combination.”

“I feel warm,” you tell them. “All over, just warm and relaxed and…”

When you trail off, Sebastian asks knowingly, “Has it got you feeling a bit hot under the collar, love?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Really hot.”

“Sounds like you could use our help to cool you off,” Sebastian suggests. “Shall we?”

“After you, mate,” Garreth laughs.

As Garreth trails the two of you up the stairs to your dorm, you hear Sebastian mumble, “You’re bloody well right, after me.”

[helen-high-water]

[More precious than gemstones]

hello,I wrote this after getting somewhat into Topaz,Ratio, and aventurine as a ship, this is just a one shot exploring something I thought of, hope you like it.

(ps, you can interpret this as romantic or not,I didn't think about that when writing it)

The ambience in the bar was dead quiet, on account of it having only a few patrons, some of which were huddled together in their own booth, one was sitting on their own, enjoying a drink, all the while Aventurine was at the counter, the stool he sat on was comfortable, the drinks were good, the barkeep mostly kept to themself, which was preferable to Aventurine, as his reasons for choosing this bar culminated in wanting a reprieve from his work.

Usually his experience at a bar amounted to what is basically an intelligence gathering mission, butter up a few people here and there, get someone in a festive mood where they’re likely to let a few things slip, use his charms to win over a few persons of interest, the works.

And certainly, the IPC provides its workers with the most luxurious hotels, holiday destinations, amusement parks and casinos, for the right price of course, like a very greedy snake eating its own tail.

But this bar was entirely outside of that, a small world of his own, his secret island, the barkeep was more a hobbyist than a merchant, their artistic flare was entertaining, the patrons were few and far between, and none of them knew him, and if they did, they didn’t bother to bring it up, the IPC’s influence does not reach here, mainly because it has no reason to, there is no profit to be made in a random hidden bar, no matter how fancy it may be.

The shop’s entrance opened suddenly and the bell-like device above it let out a melodious ring, surprised by the noise Aventurine turned to look and recognized the figure as none other than his coworker Topaz and her companion Numby, Topaz was looking into a communication device, most likely closing a deal or making one, such was the life of an IPC worker.

He controlled his expression into a wry smile, he was a gambler by trade yes, and unexpected variables were his bread and butter, yet he could not help but be caught off guard by her intrusion upon his little island.

Topaz turned off the device, having evidently completed whatever it was she was doing and looked up, she smiled slightly upon noticing him, and confidently made her way towards him, she took a vacant seat beside Aventurine, and Numby simply floated beside her.

‘’I’ll have a crimson saucer, oh also, one galaxy ranger please’’ she told the bartender, who immediately started mixing the drinks, in a show of finesse and talent, manipulating the ingredients of both drinks at the same , each with a single hand ,they ended their show by mixing both drinks in the same mixer, and pouring them out in succession.

The drinks were then presented to Topaz and Numby, who were visibly impressed.

The crimson saucer , called as such because of how the foam the red liquid contains takes the shape of a saucer, is an alcoholic drink with a fruity flavor, the white over striking red creating a beautiful picture, topped with the simple but elegant slice of silverberry, the galaxy ranger on the other hand, named after a galaxy ranger that had gotten lost and wandered into the bar , apparently leaving a strong impression upon the owner, was a strong drink ,purple liquid with a white line slashing it in half , red particles could be seen floating in it, like flower petals gently swaying in the abyss, as if they came from the slash itself, the drink emanated dark haze, like something sinister, yet its flavor was as gentle as sleep, which was what most of those who drank it experienced right after it entered their bodies, as this drink had a track record of being too much for some.

Topaz held the glass of crimson saucer in her hand, while Numby was sipping? From a twisted red straw in the shape of a flower, Aventurine found the whole arrangement rather ludicrous, but he supposed the body of a trotter interacted with certain things differently.

For his part though, he preferred ‘’Golden slumber’’, a drink that contained alcohol, honey, and citrus, simple, but beautiful all the same, it looked like a sunset, the bottom was a deep violet that gave way to a brilliant gold at the top, the rim of the glass incrusted with some substance , possibly sugar or salt, so that it looked as though it was inlaid with gems, and tasted just as wonderfully as it looked , Aventurine was by no means a lightweight, but he was more partial to savoring the flavors of a drink rather than attempting to pass out.

Topaz broke the silence by putting her elbow on the counter, drink in hand, and turning to face him, she mockingly said ‘’So, come here often?’’

‘’Topaz, to what do I owe the pleasure?’’ he answered sarcastically.

‘’Nothing important, just came to check on you before the big mission, touch base and all’’ she replied, adding ‘’ and you better wipe that look off your face’’ she pointed at him with the hand that held her drink, he smile had become an annoyed frown.

‘’ Well, there’s no need for that, we’ve already gone through what, thirty meetings? I can recite the plan in my sleep now” he sighed” and if you’re still worried about your little jewel, there’s nothing to do , orders are orders and all that” Numby let out a grunt, Topaz grabbed them and started petting the agitation out of them, evidently they had already went through their drink, Aventurine measure of Numby had changed.

“First of all, I know what your plans amount to” she raised her fingers at the words plans, and continued” and second of all, I’m not worried about that thing” the thing in question being her cornerstone, her expression turned serious” I don’t use it that often, not that I like to, and if anything happened to it, Diamond would just make me a new one at some point” she let out a little laugh” not before making me work for it though, I’m worried about you dumbass” saying this , she looked at him, and he felt small under her eyes.

The words knocked him off balance for a second , his fiddled with his hands before covering himself with an unreadable smirk” just do your part , and I’ll do mine” he stuttered through the words more than he would’ve liked to.

“ugh, you know, just cuz you technically outrank me right now, doesn’t mean you have to be such a pain in the ass about it” she let Numby jump off her lap , sensing it was time to leave , they were ready to move out.

“At least you’re working with Ratio, he’ll probably keep you out of trouble” she rummaged in her pockets for her phone” although knowing you two, things might get out of control, is it too late to convince the family to let me in with you?” this she said with none of the conviction of expecting a real answer, the family is suspicious at best of the IPC, that they managed to get Aventurine in was already quite the deal.

“I can take care of myself” Aventurine said, exasperated” and Ratio would rather throw chalk at my head   than work with me, so I imagine he’ll be very enthusiastic about this” he rolled his eyes.

“That may be true” she chuckled “but you know, he cares about you, we both do”

At this Aventurine‘s eyes widened, yet he smile remained “yeah sure”

Topaz frowned, then there was a shine in her eyes, she had an idea.

“ Wanna bet , then?”

“What??”

“Let’s bet on it” Topaz explained “if it’s heads, I’ll pay for the drinks, if its tails, you pay and you have to admit that we care about you”

“You sure you want to gamble with me?” his cup was empty, he supposed he could go for another golden slumber.

“The drinks aren’t that expensive” they were, but both of them were rich, so it didn’t particularly matter who paid, the second part of that bet that concerned Aventurine.

Aventurine used a chip he keeps on him for spontaneous bets such as these, it was his lucky chip, he played with it for a bit, to Topaz’s annoyance, he then flipped it and held it in his closed palm, of course he knew how to achieve desirable outcomes when it came to betting, but he supposed it was only fair to, well, play it fair in this instance.

Before he could reveal his hand however, Topaz went ahead and paid for the drinks, and his second cup of golden slumber was served.

He looked at her baffled “I just thought, whether or not I win you probably won’t admit anything, might as well save myself the trouble”, she put her hand on his shoulder as she was leaving and uttered words that knocked the wind out of him for the second time that night “See you on the field, Kakavasha” and she disappeared with the hum of the doorbell.

The chip landed on Tails.

[someotherdog]

@grapefruitey / dovid & valentine / continued from here.

he had left valentine’s dorm like always, relaxed and confident. despite all his protests that he’d never feel anything romantic towards her, he was excited that she was coming to their party. it would be nice to see her outside of the dorm, even if she didn’t stay for long or completely ignored him. dovid was a natural extrovert, so when he saw a wallflower at a party, he was determined to make sure they had a good time. it made him feel good about himself. by the time he made it back to the house, the party was already starting—the beta delta chi brothers were known for their outrageous parties multiple nights a week. it was surprising that any brother could get any sleep in the house (but that was what drugs were for). though he wouldn’t admit it, he had been searching the crowd and watching the door for hours, waiting for valentine to arrive. just when he was about to give up hope—and debate if he was actually going to make good on his promise to drag her out of her dorm—she came through the door.

“val!” dovid shouted, though could be barely heard over the music. he grabbed an unopened beer off a nearby table and pushed his way through the crowd until he reached her. “hey!” he shouted again, a bit more intelligible. “here, drink this. you gotta catch up!” dovid held it out to her with the cap pointedly still on, then leaned down so he could speak into her ear. “there’s mixers and stuff in the kitchen if you don’t like beer.”

[theresawritesstuff]

Instinctively pressing your hands against your lover's cheek as they passionately rave, only for them to stop talking and gape, completely distracted by the lack of distance.

December 1926

Abe Weissman, when someone really got him going, was a passionate man. Particular, at times infuriatingly so, but endearingly passionate.

Normally, he did his verbal sparring over drinks at these social mixers with Asher. Discussing matters of politics, the rights of men, the failings of the government.

But this time Asher was too preoccupied sticking his tongue down what's her name's throat to give Abe his usual rebuttals.

So Abe talked to Rose.

Well, at her more so, he'd really latched onto a tangent and the topic was well out of the realm of her experience, but she enjoyed the conversation all the same.

No one back home ever talked to her like this. Not about anything they considered important.

But here was this intelligent, passionate, interesting (handsome) man sitting beside her, expounding on every philosophical matter he felt worth exploring until he was blue in the face.

To her.

Like what she might have to add would matter.

Oh dear, he was actually starting to look a little blue. 

Without thinking, Rose lifted her hand gently to his cheek.

Abe instantly grew still, his words faltering, his train of thought stuttering to a halt.

"Forgive me, Rose…" he cleared his throat nervously. "I seem to have gotten carried away."

"It's alright," she assured him. "I found the topic rather stimulating."

"Oh."

He nodded, his cheeks flushing, and she realized her hand was still cupping his cheek.

"Oh…" She withdrew quickly, embarrassed by her thoughtless impulse.

"If you don't mind…" Abe reached out to take her hand in his. "Perhaps we could discuss it more."

"How about over dinner," she suggested.

The blush was beginning to creep up into his ears. "Dinner would be lovely."

 April 1961

Rose rolled her eyes as she heard Miriam's boyfriend start going off on some rant or other, spurred on, no doubt, by Abe.

Men and their politics.

Leonard has been meeting with a team of lawyers for the past several weeks, trying to keep him out of trouble.

It hasn't been going terribly well from the sounds of it.

She stepped in to announce dinner would be ready momentarily, just as soon as someone took a breath.

And that's when she sees it.

Miriam reaching a hand thoughtfully to his cheek.

Abe was talking while he fixed them both a drink from the bar cart so it didn't halt the conversation, but it did bring a change over Leonard.

His whole demeanor shifted under her daughter's touch and the look he gave her was nothing short of tender.

It was a small moment, and yet unmistakably familiar…

Oh.

Abe noticed the pair and then noticed her noticing and raised a playful brow in her direction.

Not so far off your own choices after all, hm?

"Dinner is served," she informed them.

As they got up to come to the table, Rose watched the couple with a renewed perspective.

Abe came along beside her and pressed a subtle kiss to her temple.

"Everything alright, dear?"

"Yes. Perfectly fine. Just… reminiscing on young love."

[vibbybee]

prince stuff :D

-They don’t like the taste/smell of coffee, it gives them a headache

-Besides, when they do drink coffee, it has the opposite effect on them. They end up knocking out 10 mins later www

-Prince is really fond of bunnies and rabbits! They want to adopt one later in life

-A week after they downloaded Twitter, they accidentally locked themself out of their account

-Because of this, someone (probably Knight www) had to help them create a new account 

-Prince is surprisingly flirty! They love to give little pieces of fanservice to their fans (like blowing a kiss, winking, etc.)

-However, physical touch (like hand holding) gets them super embarrassed 

-Already said it, but Prince enjoys spoiling her loved ones! But especially Knight

- “Oh, were you looking at that mixer? C’mon, let’s go inside! It’s on me! Why don’t you look around the shop and pick out other things you want while we’re at it!” 

-In contradiction, Prince doesn't really like receiving expensive gifts. 

-Because their parents are so busy nowadays, Prince is home alone a lot

-Their parents buy them expensive gifts to make up for it, so expensive gifts feel ingenuine to them

-But receiving food/homemade stuff? They’re on the floor sobbing /pos

-Sure, Prince is very intelligent, but their backpack is an absolute mess

-Random papers of song lyrics for MKW, notes from months ago, and…a candy bar?

-Yeah all of those and more can be found in their backpack

-No.1 hype man for Knight! 

-“You did so well! It’s like you’re the 5th member for MMJ!”

-Going back to what I said abt Prince being flirty, Knight is not exempt from it!

- “If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it back -wink-”

-Prince is allergic to daisies 

-They’re also lactose intolerant! Does this stop them from consuming dairy? This is Prince we’re talking abt, ofc it wouldn’t! 

-Prince does have Instagram, but they have no clue how to use it

-Prince adores Rook! Whenever they see Rook, they melt on the spot and their whole attention is on the cat

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 8: Night Cap | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

Maybe it’s the buzz slowly fading or maybe it’s because your mind is finally able to purely focus on Viktor without multitasking, but the blend of both nervousness and calm that he invokes in you is probably one of the most complicated emotions you’ve ever felt.

“Let’s go slow.” You’re perplexed by his answer but reach for a bottle of mixer so you can dilute the vodka he picked out and go at his pace. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you since this morning and I’d like to actually remember what you say.”

It wasn’t a confession, but hearing him express that he’s been equally as excited to talk more is enough to give you the confidence of knowing that you intrigue him just as much as he does you. You’re hoping that time will eventually ease your nerves and allow you to just embrace the comfort that comes with his company. 

Time passes quickly between you two. Viktor matches your wit with grace and carries himself with a sense of self-assuredness that causes you to crave priviness to his thoughts and ideas more and more.

You find that you’re able to bounce off of one another naturally, something you don’t find often unless it’s at your expense. His banter isn’t like that. His is paired with more intelligence and good nature rather than degradation, and you have to admit it’s refreshing to indulge in.

After you’ve both sipped on a couple cocktails each, Viktor points his glass towards the bag of saddles. “Alright, can show me how these things work.” He says it like he’s been thinking about it for a while and you’re amused by his eagerness.

You turn your head at where he was gesturing towards, unsure if he was talking about the cash register for a second. “Hah, sure. You wanna help me repack a distiller column?”

You look back to find Viktor beaming at your request. He nods enthusiastically before exchanging his drink for his cane while he gets off the barstool.

You grab the bag along with your glass and motion towards the repair room. “The still is back there.” Viktor’s already on his feet and grabs his own drink again. He looks at the bi-level floor and you’ve never seen him more enthusiastic. “There’s a workshop here?”

You chuckle as you start walking. “I don’t know if I’d call it a workshop, but the lights work and there’s a decent desk.” Viktor walks alongside you once you’re out from behind the bar. “Sounds like a workshop to me.” He adds playfully.

You make your way up the couple of stairs with him, only peeking out of the corner of your eye to make sure he wasn’t too drunk to step up, but you’re the one that ends up tripping and spilling some of your drink.

“Fuckin’ aye.” You set the saddles down on the ground and try to wipe any excess liquid off. Viktor chuckles and sets his drink on the side of the desk so he can grab yours and place it next to his.

“How’re you feeling two-ski brewskies?” He teases with his own nickname while you hand your cocktail over to him. You laugh back. “Hah, more like four-ski at this point. Five-ski?” The grand total is lost on you at this point.

You dry off as best you can while Viktor shifts his cane to crouch down and grab the large bag from the floor. You hadn’t seen him get that low before and freeze up when you realize he’s eye level with your crotch.

“Where should I take these?” His tone is innocent while he readjusts his weight to stand back up. His eyes meet yours briefly before you pretend that you’re still getting the booze off of yourself. “Workbench is fine, it looks like Remy left the column on there too.”

He flashes a toothy smile that you can barely return before you make your way over to the table, cursing your mind all the way.

“You ready to do this?” You ask once you’re standing in front of the desk.

“You bet.” He’s quick to stand by your side, excited to work on something new and scooches your drink closer so you can reach. Something about that action amuses you. If you’re being honest, repacking a still isn’t something you usually look forward to. But the thought of drinking with Viktor while you repair a machine together makes the task at hand feel more low-stakes and fun instead of tedious and boring.

You take a drink and notice his cane is leaning against the desk so he can work with both of his hands. You weren’t sure how well he could stand with or without his cane when liquor was part of the equation and are learning he must mostly use it for movement rather than holding an idle stance.

“So.” He takes a sip as well before eyeing the materials on the table. “Where do we start?”

You check the trash behind you and grab some of the old saddles to show Viktor. He takes one from you and inspects it. “These are oxidized.” He states.

You nod in agreement. “Right, they’ve needed replacing for a bit now. Usually, we’ll try to clean and reuse them, but Remy must’ve been putting it off this time.”

You pick up the column to see Remy already added a copper scrubber to the bottom. “You mind pouring the bag of copper saddles in while I hold this?” You motion to the bag Vander gave you and Viktor is already sifting through it to find the right ones.

You walk him through any questions he has about how saddles help with the reflux process and enjoy how much he already understands about creating alcohol in general.

After he locates the correct saddles, you move the column lower for him to pour them in. He leans his weight on the table to get a look inside before adding the metal pieces.

“Perfect, just need the ceramic ones now.”

Viktor finds the next set easily and turns to you while you lower the column again. “Why are there so many more ceramic ones?” He asks before he starts to pour the larger bag in.

The clanking of the ceramics on the metal column is loud enough for you to raise your voice to explain. “When we have the resources, we just use copper, but it’s expensive so ceramics are a good filler. They’ll still get the proof of the alcohol up to where we want it.”

Viktor nods with a slight grin as you shout at him. “What?” He shouts back. You shake the column as he pours to keep the materials loose. “I said we’re broke and this is—” “I’m kidding [Y/n], I heard you.” He jokes and you look up to find him laughing as you shake the column again.

“Huh?!” You shout at him and he shakes his head holding back another laugh. “Not falling for that.” He responds as he finishes pouring the last of the pieces in.

He catches you smirking at him and reaches for his drink. “Mmhm.” He hums before taking a sip, doubling down on not repeating himself or giving you the satisfaction of duping him.

He watches you level out the saddles and grabs your drink for you. You look up to find him holding it near your lips and you laugh appreciatively since your hands are still full. You tilt your head up and let him tip your glass against your lips, taking a sip and cracking up when some drips onto you when he removes it.

“Ah, sorry I thought I had it.” He laughs as he sets your drink back on the table.

“No. You were reading my mind, thanks.” You lick at the alcohol at the corner of your mouth and catch him eyeing you before looking back at the desk.

You knock at the sides of the column to make sure the saddles are as far down as they can go before looking over your shoulder for the last scrubber. “Uh, last thing we need to do is put that other scrubber on the top.”

Viktor spots the copper mesh and moves to grab it. “This?”

“That’s it, good eye.”

He stuffs the material into the top of the chamber and pushes down lightly. “How tight should it be?” You look up at him from the column, a sly grin passes over your lips and you practically bite your tongue off to not say something dirty.

“Tight enough to hold everything in. Push a little harder.” You look back down as he works the scrubber in.

Steadily, he works the copper mesh more and your dumb drunk brain can’t handle the way his fingers dip into the chamber as smoothly as they do. He always seems so calculated with his touch and you think of the way he wrapped his fingers one by one around your arm at the coffeehouse, or how his thumb moved easily over your knuckles at the bar.

You look up to find his eyes focused as he tries to add the right amount of pressure to the top of the column, seeking perfection in even the smallest of tasks. Your gaze softens once he looks up to meet it.

“Like that?”

“Absolutely.”

He cocks an eyebrow, confused with your response. You backpedal and look down at his packing job and could’ve sworn your eye twitched with embarrassment of the unintentional double entendre. “Absolutely…perfect. You’re a natural.”

It looks like he’s trying to piece together what you meant and you attempt to shift his train of thought. “Pretty straightforward, yeah?” You set the now full column next to Remy’s distiller and hear Viktor grab his cane off the table.

His tone is amused while he answers. “Perfect for working under the influence to be sure.” Viktor is examining the room, sipping on his cocktail as he eyes the walls lined with tools. You make your way back to him and find him looking over one of your work journals.

“This is the same insignia that was on your liquor stamp.” His tone is curious with an interested smile to match.

“It’s some recipes I’ve either tried and liked or want to try.”

He doesn’t open the book, just takes another sip and rubs his thumb over your emblem similar to how he did on the bottle earlier.

“It’s a curious crest for a recipe book.” His fingers outline the image of an arrow crossed with a rifle that’s etched into the leather as you stand next to him. “It was my family’s…well my father’s.”

He looks up after hearing you refer to your family as past tense. “He was a hunter, ended up making some really bad decisions that got other people hurt in the end. But that’s why there’s weaponry from all walks of life on it.”

His expression is compassionate, eyes soft and mouth slightly parted as he contemplates how to proceed. “I’m sorry, that must’ve been hard.”

You shrug and lean on the shelf beside him. “No, it’s okay. We weren’t very close by the end. And it was a while ago now.”

“How old were you?” His fingers tap his glass lightly and you notice he’s about empty. You hold your hand out to take it for him, which he gives to you before you start walking back to the bar.

“About 10 or 11, I think.” You hear his cane tapping behind you and make sure that you don’t misstep on the way down this time.

“That’s…quite young. Can I ask how you took care of yourself?” His voice still sounds somber and you feel a twinge of guilt for ruining the mood. You make your way behind the bar to make two more drinks.

“Remy took me in. Him and his wife were friends of my parents. He lost Rye that same night. Never blamed my father for it, and he’s never held it against me either.”

You pass Viktor’s refill to him and rest your weight against the edge of the bar. He takes his drink and leans towards you as well as he listens. “He let me stay with him until I could rent the upstairs unit. Gave me my first job here too so I could learn some skills and grow my own trade. Just kinda held onto the crest, I’m not really sure why…”

Viktor’s eyes are warmer and more thoughtful than you’ve seen them before. You hope he doesn’t pity you, but you try and put your faith into him being empathetic. 

“Anyway, I’m fine. Honestly.”

“You’re very resilient. But I think I knew that already.” A grin flickers across his face before he lifts his drink towards you.

You clink your glass against his and chuckle lightly. “I think we have that in common.”

“Maybe so.” He takes a drink and his brows furrow quickly. “Did you just say you live upstairs?” He turns in his chair to look at the upper floor and motions to the couch. “There?”

“No, no that’s open to customers, but I do use the space a lot when it’s empty here. My apartment is right there.” You motion towards the wooden door that comes off the stairs.

“That’s very convenient if you work here…” You watch him turn back around towards you. “Speaking of which.” He starts and you feel the corner of your mouth quirk up curiously.

“You know…you’re not on the clock for once.” Viktor muses, looking over his glass at you as he takes a swig.

You turn your head to the side and squint at him, confused at what he’s getting at. “You’re right…I’m not.” You raise an eyebrow as you take a sip of your own drink.

He shrugs and looks down at his glass, swirling the liquid around mindlessly.

You’re struggling to understand his train of thought. “What?” A grin spreads across your face at his purposeful evasiveness.  

He mirrors your expression without looking up at you. “You ever wonder what this side of the bar looks like?” His clever remark gets smothered by his nervous tone.

“I—” You open your mouth to respond, but put the pieces together and feel your eyes soften and face get warm instead.

“Are you…asking me to sit with you?”

He inhales, causing his brows to rise and turning his grin more half-cocked before moving to look up. He lifts his head heavily, golden eyes meeting yours as he comes to terms with what he’s trying to ask of you.

“I—ehh…” You haven’t seen his words get lost on him before. You’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or if there’s something more to it, but it’s a charming sight regardless. He sighs as he levels with himself. “Yes. I am.” His voice is soft when he speaks, bordering on timid if it wasn’t for his air of self-assurance.

You slide your glass across the bar and walk around to sit in the chair next to Viktor. He takes another sip as his eyes dart towards you when you press your hands onto the countertop to lift yourself up onto the stool.

“How’s that?” You turn to face him and find him doing the same.

“Better, don’t you think?”

You nod in agreement, happy to be without a barrier between the two of you.

“Much.” You take a drink and lean back as you get more comfortable. “So, what about you? Any depressing orphan origin story?”

Viktor chokes on his drink with a chuckle and shakes his head. “No, that’s…apparently reserved for you.” He looks up to you for assurance that matching your joke was okay and fights his grin before he finds you laughing back.

“They’re trying to support me as best they can with my studies. I think they’re actually trying to save for some nicer clothes that I can present in next year.”

You eye him up and down and appreciate the way his hair is slowly becoming more tousled the longer the night goes on. His shirt hugs his chest down his stomach perfectly and you’re already a sucker for his jacket. His trousers have some fraying near the pockets, but otherwise follows the contours of his legs beautifully.

Your eyes linger a little too long on how the fabric pulls at his bulge and try to force your gaze to his shoes before he notices. While they’re a little worn down, they look immaculate compared to yours. Curiosity peaks when you find his left foot propped at the toe on the stool’s metal rail while he bounces his leg—you quietly wonder if that’s a nervous tick of his.

“I think you look nice.”

“Y—you do?” He stutters slightly before hooking a finger in his jacket to further analyze his clothes, as if he’d forgotten what he looked like or wasn’t able to see what you saw.

“Mmhm.”

You nod and his eyes meet yours before flicking down your chest, abdomen, lower. You feel your heart rate pick up while he examines you and consciously try to stop your own leg from bouncing on the damn foot rest. When did that start happening?

You follow up with him to take your mind off of where his gaze had dipped and also to keep from giving him a show.

“And if the Academy doesn’t agree then they’re clearly not the brightest minds that they claim to be.”

There’s conviction in your voice and Viktor seems to drink it in appreciatively as his eyes widen ever so slightly. His expression softens considerably and you start to realize that your statement must have struck him. You hope you aren’t being too bold and take a swig to calm the nerves creeping in.

“I’ve…no one has ever said anything like that to me.” He admits, licking his lips before looking up to meet your eyes.

You’re not sure how that’s true, but decide to further reassure him despite the risk of putting yourself out there.

“That doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking it.” He smiles at that and you can’t help but smile back. “Maybe they’re just nervous.”

“And…what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You don’t seem nervous.”

His callout disarms you. Somewhat because he can’t seem to tell that you are indeed, pretty nervous right now. And also because if by some miracle you weren’t, that’s a decent counterpoint.

You’re fully aware that you’ve already developed a crush on him, which is not a common event for you to begin with. What you’re not sure about is if he’s even interested in guys at all, let alone one like you. You can tell he enjoys your company, but it’s hard to gauge to what extent.

He’s comfortable enough to hold your hand at a crowded bar to keep you out of trouble, but you really had no idea if he had any kind of reaction like you did. The more you contemplated, the less you realized you really knew about him personally. You didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend…a boyfriend? Enbyfriend? Partner.

You had next to nothing to go on. You just knew you wanted him in your life, even if that meant nothing further than friendship. You play it safe so as to not jeopardize that opportunity.

“We’ve also been drinking.” You’re careful with your words, trying to keep from admitting you’ve never felt this nervous around anyone in your life.

He bites his lower lip and suppresses his grin as you turn the tables back to him. He seems to seriously ponder that reality before answering.

“So, the liquid courage is what’s keeping you from otherwise feeling nervous?”

You pause as you start to pick up that he’s pushing the topic. You wonder why he’s adamant about learning how you’re feeling right now and decide to test the waters.

“…or it’s dampening your perception…” Your voice comes out soft but you force it to remain steady while you speak. He looks away to his drink and half-smiles to himself. You want to ask what’s funny, but he speaks up while he lifts his glass off the bar.

“For what it’s worth… [Y/n]” He pauses and you lock eyes, the way he says your name is softer than usual and his accent somehow sounds thicker. You feel like there’s electricity in your veins when you see how nervous he looks and you swallow while he tries to finish his sentence. “I think you’re incredibly ha—” He’s cut off by a loud knock at the front door of the shop, causing both of you to jump.

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A/N: Still got a little ways to go getting this fic onto tumblr ;_; if you like what you see check my pinned post for more chapters.

[marutimacpack]

Innovative Carbonated Beverages Plant Manufacturers

The carbonated beverages industry is a dynamic and competitive market, driven by ever evolving consumer preferences, stringent regulatory standards, and the relentless pursuit of innovation. At the heart of this industry lie the carbonated beverage plant manufacturers, who play a crucial role in shaping the future of refreshment. These manufacturers are not merely suppliers of machinery; they are pioneers of cutting-edge technology, sustainability champions, and partners in quality assurance. This article delves into the innovative strides taken by leading carbonated beverages plant manufacturers, highlighting their contributions to the industry and the broader implications for consumers and businesses alike.

The Role of Carbonated Beverages Plant Manufacturers

Carbonated beverages plant manufacturers design, develop, and supply the machinery and equipment required for the production of carbonated drinks. This includes everything from bottling and canning lines to carbonation systems, mixers, and packaging solutions. The efficiency, reliability, and technological sophistication of these plants are critical to the production process, affecting everything from product quality to production costs and environmental impact.

Innovations Driving the Industry Forward

Advanced Carbonation Technology

One of the most significant areas of innovation is carbonation technology itself. Traditional methods of carbonation, while effective, often involve significant energy consumption and can sometimes lead to inconsistencies in carbonation levels. Modern manufacturers are developing advanced carbonation systems that use precise control mechanisms to ensure consistent carbonation levels, reduce energy consumption, and improve overall efficiency. These systems often employ real-time monitoring and automated adjustments, ensuring that each batch of beverage meets the exacting standards required by both producers and consumers.

Sustainable Manufacturing Practices

Sustainability is no longer a buzzword but a fundamental requirement in today’s manufacturing landscape. Leading carbonated Beverages Plant Manufacturers at the forefront of sustainable practices, implementing eco-friendly technologies and processes. This includes the use of energy efficient machinery, recycling and waste reduction initiatives, and the adoption of renewable energy sources. Some manufacturers are even exploring closed-loop systems, where waste products are repurposed within the production process, minimizing environmental impact and reducing operational costs.

Integration of and Smart Technologies

The integration of the Internet of Things and smart technologies is transforming carbonated beverage plants into intelligent production hubs. enabled machinery can communicate with each other, providing real-time data on performance, maintenance needs, and production efficiency. This connectivity allows for predictive maintenance, reducing downtime and extending the lifespan of equipment. Additionally, smart technologies enable more precise control over the production process, from ingredient mixing to final packaging, ensuring higher quality products and greater operational efficiency.

Customization and Flexibility

Consumer preferences are becoming increasingly diverse, with a growing demand for personalized and niche products. Innovative plant manufacturers are responding by designing machinery that offers greater flexibility and customization options. Modular production lines, for instance, can be easily reconfigured to produce different types of beverages or accommodate changes in packaging formats. This flexibility not only meets consumer demands but also allows producers to quickly adapt to market trends and reduce time-to-market for new products.

Enhanced Quality Control Systems

Quality control is paramount in the beverage industry, where consistency and safety are non-negotiable. Modern Carbonated Soda Plant Manufacturers are leveraging advanced quality control systems that incorporate machine learning and artificial intelligence. These systems can detect even the slightest deviations in product quality, allowing for immediate corrective actions. Automated inspection technologies, such as high-speed cameras and sensors, ensure that every bottle or can meets stringent quality standards before it reaches the consumer.

Digital Twins and Simulation

Digital twin technology is emerging as a powerful tool for optimizing production processes. A digital twin is a virtual replica of a physical production system, which can be used to simulate different scenarios and predict outcomes. By creating a digital twin of a carbonated beverages plant, manufacturers can test various configurations, identify potential bottlenecks, and optimize production flow without disrupting actual operations. This technology not only enhances efficiency but also reduces the risk of costly errors and downtime.

The Impact on Producers and Consumers

Benefits for Producers

For beverage producers, the innovations brought about by these manufacturers translate into tangible benefits. Improved efficiency and reduced energy consumption lower production costs, while enhanced quality control ensures a consistently high-quality product. The flexibility of modern machinery allows producers to respond quickly to market changes and consumer demands, maintaining a competitive edge. Additionally sustainable practices not only reduce environmental impact but also enhance the brand’s reputation among increasingly eco-conscious consumers.

Benefits for Consumers

Consumers, too, stand to gain from these advancements. The ability to produce a wider variety of beverages means more choices on the shelves, catering to diverse tastes and preferences. Enhanced quality control ensures that each product is safe and consistent building trust in the brand. Furthermore sustainable manufacturing practices resonate with consumers who prioritize environmental responsibility aligning with their values and influencing purchasing decisions.

Conclusion

Innovative carbonated beverage plant manufacturers are not just keeping pace with the industry’s demands; they are setting new standards for efficiency, sustainability, and quality. Through advanced technology, sustainable practices, and a focus on customization and flexibility, these manufacturers are enabling beverage producers to meet the evolving needs of consumers while maintaining a competitive edge. As the industry continues to evolve the role of these innovative manufacturers will be crucial in shaping the future of refreshment, delivering high-quality, diverse, and sustainable beverage options to consumers around the world.

[readytomoveflatsdelhincr]

Say goodbye to strong color schemes, cluttered storage, cramped countertops, and tired faces in the kitchen. Welcome to the fresh kitchen styles of 2024. A cozy bed with comfortable linens pulls us to a restful slumber, much as a well-designed, organized, and roomy kitchen fosters a positive mood and culinary experience. The effect of ambiance on our mental state is evident. Trending ideas develop as issue solvers, infusing elegance and luxury into your home.

1. Pantry Units: An Innovative Kitchen Design Trend!

No more messy corners! A pantry unit is one of the most frequently mentioned Modular kitchen design essentials. It's an intelligent storage solution (similar to a storeroom!) for all of your culinary products and accessories. Whether it's a pull-out unit, a walk-in area, or a pantry with a swing larder, a variety of streamlined designs and space-saving methods are available, all tailored to your specific kitchen requirements. Check out this photograph of a swing larder pantry cabinet, which brings objects within easy reach from hard-to-reach areas.

2. 2024 Kitchen Trends: Prepare To Love Islands

This year's home trends revolve around convenience, modernity, and innovation. In 2024 kitchen trends, islands are getting more multifunctional and functional. They have evolved beyond simple worktops to include built-in storage, seating, and integrated sink units, making them the centerpiece of modern culinary paradises. Whether you need extra space or a versatile breakfast nook, islands have become vital. Take a look at this photo, which shows an island with concealed storage and two high chairs, ideal for family gatherings.

3. Kitchen Appliance Trends: Appliance Garage

Say goodbye to congested countertops with microwaves and mixers! The appliance garage idea transforms kitchens by providing specialized storage spaces for both small and large devices, resulting in a clean and orderly countertop. An appliance garage or a tall container can also be customized to accommodate many gadgets while matching your decor. Here's a look at a stunning neutral-themed space embellished with marble, complete with an appliance garage that includes a built-in place for microwaves or ovens, as well as cabinets and drawers for other smaller devices.

4. Current Trends in Kitchen Cabinets for Water Purifiers

The most recent kitchen trends in 2024 include a novel solution: an under-sink device dedicated to water purification. Say goodbye to the cluttered walls and tangled cords! Place your water purifier in an under-sink cabinet, with one tap for filtered drinking water and another for ordinary use. It is modern, convenient, and secure. Take a look at this kitchen space, which features an under-sink cabinet housing a water filter, keeping the kitchen clean and beautiful.

5. Trendy Modern Kitchen Wall Colors: Choose Neutral Tones

Out with strong colors and in with soft, neutral tones! In 2024, the emphasis is on creating calm and inviting kitchen environments filled with soothing colors. Choosing soothing colours can make a huge impact when dealing with the strains of everyday life. Choose beige, white, cream, or gray tones for your walls. These colors add simplicity and openness to your area. Take a look at this kitchen, which is decorated in a neutral color palette of white and light pastels, with handleless cabinets, crystal drop pendant lights, and a lovely island table with additional storage and seats.

6. Kitchen Tiles Latest Trends: Pop-Up Colors for the WOW Factor!

While the walls keep a minimalist aesthetic, the tiles can offer the pop of color you seek! The kitchen decor trends of 2024 emphasize the value of vivid tiles, particularly in the backsplash, for infusing energy and individuality into your area. Tiles are available in a variety of designs, including the Moroccan style, and can be used as the focal point or accent wall in a single-toned environment. Take a look at this space, which features a copper palette with vibrant yellow tiles in the backsplash, along with a pure white countertop and a dab of gold in the kitchen faucet.

7. Finally, Introducing Two Sinks in 2024 Kitchen Trends

Two sinks? Yes, this is a trend! Kitchens become more structured and useful as storage options and utility sinks expand. While having two entire kitchens may not be possible for everyone, having two separate sinks is an alternative. One sink in the utility room handles messy cleaning and dirty utensils, while the other in the kitchen is used for basic washing and cooking. This separation creates a cleaner kitchen environment, provides more space, and offers a contemporary approach to culinary experiences.

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[funshinebf]

i had a dream that like.. there was a barbie version of the lego movies, where its like animated to actually look like its toys and all that, and with the whole lego movie thang where their shit is a game for a kid but like real to them and they can also affect the human world. but like with barbies. and it was also subtlely connected to The live action barbie movie, but like. in a way that was very obviously just trying to seem complex and intelligent but was actually shallow as hell and made no sense. and i remember being like "this sucks" so when it was over i instead watched this like. adult lego movie. not in like a cuss words sex jokes way, but like in a horror movie way. lego people were getting violently murdered by a cosmic entity beyond their understanding. and also there was a very brief vash and knives cameo, where they were (of course) lego people. and i remember in the drean after the movie finished, trying desperately to google a screenshot of the vash and knives legos in the movie, to be like "GUYS HOLY FUCK?" on here. but no one else had noticed it and taken a screenshot of it yet, so i was fucked. and i didnt have access to the movie so i couldnt take my own screenshot. anyways after that me and my family went to this huge ass fucking hotel room and i made an insanely alcoholic tropical fruit smoothie for myself with drinks and fruits i just Found laying around the room. there were so many bottles of alcohol and various mixers just in the cupboards and the fridge and on the counters. i was like did We bring all this or did the hotel just give it to us??? but i didnt actually care that much so i used like every single tropical flavored bottle i could find and mixed it all together into a tropical flavored fuckfest that was definitely going to get me blackout by the time i finished it. and then i tried to go masturbate in the shower but people kept interrupting me and i was getting increasingly pissed off at having to very quickly hide my vibrator and try to shoo people out so i could return to my activities. i was like why the fuck does everyone suddenly need my attention the SECOND i try to slip away to jack off in the shower. everyone hates me apparently. anyways hi

[campmurderparty]

dovid & valentine.

He had left valentine’s dorm like always, relaxed and confident. Despite all his protests that he’d never feel anything romantic towards her, he was excited that she was coming to their party. It would be nice to see her outside of the dorm, even if she didn’t stay for long. Dovid was a natural extrovert, so when he saw a wallflower at a party, he was determined to make sure they had a good time. It made him feel good about himself. By the time he made it back to the house, the party was already starting–the beta delta chi brothers were known for their outrageous parties multiple nights a week. It was surprising that any brother could get any sleep in the house, but that was what drugs were for. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he had been searching the crowd and watching the door for hours, waiting for valentine to arrive. Just when he was about to give up hope–and debate if he was actually going to make good on his promise to drag her out of her dorm–she came through the door. “Val!” dovid shouted, though could be barely heard over the music. He grabbed an unopened beer off a nearby table and pushed his way through the crowd until he reached her. “Hey!” he shouted again, a bit more intelligible. “Here, drink this. You gotta catch up!” dovid held it out to her with the cap pointedly still on, then leaned down so he could speak into her ear. “There’s mixers and stuff in the kitchen if you don’t like beer.”