#damn i went overboard with it wow

[uzurakis]

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THEIR ENDEARMENTS FOR YOU?

featuring: itoshi rin. itoshi sae. michael kaiser. ryusei shidou. mikage reo. bachira meguru. isagi yoichi.

n. first time writing for the boys and i went overboard with 7 charas (i usually only write 4) and i could write more than this but it took every reflex in my body to stop myself. i might want to rewrite the rin one a separate full drabble in some short time ahead. thank you for the req sweetie, i hope you also have a great day/night >3<

ITOSHI RIN. you blinked, taken aback for some reason by the surprising nickname. a beaming grin appeared on your face as you made the decision to take advantage of the moment. “baby?” you repeated, teasing every piece of him. “since when did you start calling me that, rinnie?”

he rolled his eyes, clearly flustered. “don’t call me that,” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. but you leaned closer, unable to resist teasing him further. “aww, does baby rinnie not like his new nickname?” you cooed, batting your eyelashes playfully.

rin’s eyes narrowed, and he huffed in annoyance. “fine, i’ll call you dumbass instead,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. it has come to a conclusion that you two will never stop pestering each other.

RYUSEI SHIDOU. "damn, sexy mama, lookin’ good," he called out, and before you could react, he grabbed the belt holes of your jeans, pulling you close with a playful tug. you could see the amusement in his smile and the naughtiness so very visible in his eyes.

you felt your cheeks heat up at his unexpected move and nickname. “shidou!” you exclaimed, half-laughing and half-embarrassed. “god, when did you come up with that?”

he leaned in, his hands messing up your hair. “just calling it like i see it,” he teased, pulling your hair back behind your ear as he lowered his lips right beside it. “you like it, doncha?”

MICHAEL KAISER. “i’m off to practice, mein liebling,” he tied his shoelaces as you stood by the door. you looked at him, puzzled by the unfamiliar words. “mein liebling?” tilting your head, wanting to tell you don’t understand any ounce of german. “what does that mean?”

kaiser smirked, clearly enjoying your confusion. “you can search for it yourself,” he replied, leaning back against the wall. “i’m a busy man, you see.”

you pouted, playfully nudging his shoulder. “come on, michael, tell me. is it something nice?” he chuckled, revealing his red eyeliner as he closed his eyes in amusement. “of course it is, idiot,” he teased. “i’m calling you an idiot in german.”

raising an eyebrow, you’re clearly unconvinced. but kaiser shrugged nonchalantly. “well, you’ll just have to trust me,” he continued, yet you caught a sly grin that flashed across his face. oh, he’s definitely messing with you.

MIKAGE REO. “here you go, milady,” he said, placing your cup in front of you with a flourish and a slight bow.

“milady?” you paused before taking a sip from your cup. “wow, reo, what a gentleman you are today,” you teased, maybe thinking of calling him ‘my lord’ in return.

the man stood up straight, smirking broadly, and sat down across from you with his knees crossed.. “well, i aim to please,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “only the best for you, milady.”

ITOSHI SAE. your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, oblivious to the effect his words had on you. “is something wrong?” he was slightly concerned. “what’s up with you?”

you tried to suppress your flustered state, but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you. “no, nothing’s wrong,” you stammered, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “it’s just… you called me ‘love’.”

he paused for a moment, then shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “i guess i did,” he said, sitting down across from you. “well, get used to it. because that’s how i feel about you, love.”

BACHIRA MEGURU. "here, cutiepie!" he jogged over to you, a big grin plastered on his face as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

you took his face and used the towel you were holding to wipe away his sweat. “cutiepie, huh?” you replied, pinching his cheeks with the other hand. “that’s a very sweet thing coming from you, meguru.”

bachira laughed, plopping down beside you and draping an arm over your shoulders. “well, i think it suits you perfectly,” voice always light and playful. “you’re the cutest person i know.”

ISAGI YOICHI. “hey, angel,” he greeted, his voice a bit shy as he scratched the back of his head. his cheeks were flushed, not just from the run, but also from calling you by the new nickname.

your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheeks. “you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, you know that?” you teased, pulling back slightly to see his reaction. “so, you’re calling me angel?”

isagi’s blush deepened, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed. “yeah, um… i just thought it suited you,” he mumbled, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “but if you don’t like it, i can stop.”

@uzurakis

[h3arts4cy-n]

The new episode?? Hello??

DAMN THE CONCERT EPISODE WAS SICK AND RUSH E?? wow, Alan's team rlly went overboard-

bro felt flashbacks

ALSO PURPLE AND KING ARE THERE!! OH GAH K.O IS ALIVE

also can we talk abt red here

PFFT

anyways the episode was a BANGER. I hope it's more hyped for the AvA episodes :]

[theotherbuckley]

Inspired by @thatmexisaurusrex

New ask game! Please recommend at least three of your favorite BuckTommy fic authors, artists, meta writers, gif makers, or edit makers. Maybe sing their praises a bit if you'd like. And if you want to, send this to a few other people and spread the good vibes 🥰

Oooo I love spreading positivity!!! Thanks so much for the ask 🫶🏽

Artists: there are SO MANY talented artists out there so I will tag @buffaluff soo many incredible drawings and paintings Buff is so amazing @bigfootsmom Molly has the most perfect drawings including Bucktommy girl dads which is so cute and I love it so much! @iinryer is so talented and draws the most amazing drawings @macaronimars has some really cute art I love @pirrusstuff Pirru has some of the cutest drawings!! @tommys-wings has some incredible art too! There’s one piece of Buck and Tommy kissing in the rain which is so gorgeous I love it! I know there are many other blogs with some incredible art too that I just can’t think of right now!

Gif makers: so many gifs we are so lucky! @xofemeraldstars always has the best gifs and frames of the day are my favourite. @buckera-backup Newbie always has amazing gifs but if currently in the process of getting their account back :/ can’t forget @sunglassesmish always has amazing gifs too!! There’s so many others but once again they seem to be evading me!

Fic writers: oh there are SO MANY. Here’s some: @thatmexisaurusrex who started this ask game has some of the BEST long form bucktommy fics. You can not go wrong with them! @typicalopposite made me cry with their breakup/makeup bucktommy fic “everytime i try to fly (i fall)” @snarkythewoecrow has some incredible fics and has betad my fics in the past they’re amazing 🫶🏽🫶🏽 @wikiangela also has some of the most perfect bucktommy fics just ahh incredible amazing no notes @bidisasterevankinard starting shipping bucktommy before season 7 started so they’re an OG and their fics are perfect (especially if you want spicy) @princessfbi you can never ever ever go wrong with her fics she is such an amazing writer both ficlets and long form I love her writing so so much @diazsdimples is my bestie who writes amazing fics especially dad fics!! He recently wrote piece of bucktommy dads to a bunch of kids that I drew a picture for! @perfectlysunny02 is another fantastic writer especially if you’re looking for some shorter and still perfect bucktommy fics! @firewasabeast has some amazingggggg fics!! Their tumblr ficlets are actually my fav and always bring out so many emotions I love it! @userautumn has some ammmmmazzzzzing fics of all shapes and sizes! @rosetterer has some incredible fics too “something, everything” was one of my favourite fics it was so adorable and perfect. @devirnis you want good smut? Ali is your girl she is so good at it 🔥 okay wow that’s a lot of people already and there SO MANY MORE!!! We are so lucky to have a fandom with so many people contributing and sharing I love all of you💜

Okay and because I can’t leave out people here’s some more amazing blogs to follow!! @smallandalmosthonest @30somethingautisticteacher (has an amputee buck fic which I am yet to read but know will be amazing) @evanbi-ckley (currently writing a kink club au that I’m a little obsessed with) @watchyourbuck @bambibuckley @half-oz-eddie (hilarious incorrect tweets/texts) @lavenderleahy @actuallyitsellie (some really cute art too) @monsterrae1 @agenttommykinard @buckevantommy there’s so many more but I can’t think of them right now!!! I think I went a little overboard but damn our fandom is huge!

Also not to shout out myself but shout out to my own blog because I do art, write fics, make Bucktommy incorrect tweets, make gifs, and more! 🫶🏽🫶🏽💜

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

not an ask but i rlly wanted to say that Wart's design is absolutely an AMAZING take on Sir Arthur's design and Lady Celestine's outfit is equally as good. Like DAMN, I freakin love how you always pick the most perfect color palletes!

Wow really that means a lot, I always try to put a lot of thought into that character design. Thank you so much I thought I went overboard on the dragon reference I'm so glad you liked (Arthur's design.)

I never got a compliment with the color palette that's so sweet! I just wanted to give you a little something extra. (Plus you called Arthur "Wart,": you get a special bonus for that LMAO)! :3

There's a bit of a thematic element to the colors when I plan out my character's color palettes. (I hope I explained it right, it really has long time since I did color theory~)

While Arthur & Celestine have a different way of approaching things they will always find common ground& share the same goals. (represented by the orange and the gold.)

Arthur has a little hint of purple in his eye but overall he has Celestine's blue in them. The orange that Celestine has on her crystal is the orange of Arthur's cheeks. (In a sense they always have a bit of each other~)

I did these when planning Dame Morgan's color palette. She was always going to be red & violet (to be complementary to Arthur's golds & greens). Never seeing eye & always antagonist to them.

@kirbyoctournament

And lowkey if anyone wants advice or wants to know my thought process in making an OC (or how I made Celestine) please feel free to shoot me an ask. All are welcome ~

[t0rturedangel]

lanyon with someone who's from the future and deliberately traveled to past claiming that their gadgets are from magic just to piss him off? afaik in the novel he doesn't support supernaturalism and jekyll's balderdash so the intereaction would be funny lmfao (could be platonic or romantic depends on you)

take care!

-🦋 anon

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 '𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤'

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝟎𝟎𝟐.⠀ LANYON X READER

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟑. SYNOPSIS, Lanyon just doesn't believe in magic and you're not making it any easier

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟒. WARNINGS, none apart from maybe out of character historically wise.

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟓. AUTHOR'S NOTES, I'm happy to do another Jekyll and Hyde request!! :) I may have went overboard.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・At first Lanyon is gonna be very skeptical of you, I mean you're this random person (dressed in some really weird clothes btw) preaching to him about how you're 'magical', it's slightly insulting to him.

⠀「 ★ 」 ⠀・He questions you a lot, mostly the basic ones like "who are you?" and "where did you come from?" and of course, the classic "what do you want from me?" I mean lets be serious it is slightly tiring because he keeps repeating himself.

You sighed, clearly annoyed- Lanyon kept asking you the same damn questions and it was eating away at your brain, who knew someone like this would be so irritating to be around? You sure as hell didnt. "Lanyon, Lanyon- please just stop, I already told you I'm NOT an alien, or some freaky monster that's gonna come after you... jesus" "I don't believe you" you deadpanned, wow- how the actual fuck does this guy have friends "Well then why do you keep asking me these dumb ass questions?" you retorted, leaning back on your chair, blowing a rasberry to the cieling of his room.

"Well pardon me for questioning the person who just broke into my home, you should feel lucky I havent even informed the authorities." his comment made you laugh, did everyone in this time period seriously talked like this? It sounds stupid, like no one from your time line ever speaks like this, no one calls the feds the 'authorities' unless they're older than 60. Your laughing seemed to make him extremely upset, though it wasnt like he could do anything he tried when you arrived: he tried to shoot you out of terror but the moment the bullet came closer to you it disintigrated. "Don't laugh at me." "My deepest apologies my dearest gentleman!"

「 ★ 」 ⠀・Thats pretty much how your 'friendship' started, and from then on you wouldn't leave him alone, always talking about how magical you are and use your devices to annoy Lanyon. Whenever you two are alone he tries to study you to see if you're lying or telling the truth

「 ★ 」 ⠀・Since you're always around him you've got to meet his friends; Utterson and Jekyll, who liked you (but thats only because you didn't act the same as you did to Lanyon). Jekyll esspecially found you interesting but you avoided him- after all you know his secret and dont really wanna get involved with stuff like that PLUSSS you gotta keep Lanyon company.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・speaking of, whenever you're around Lanyon you use a phone, which freaks him tf out because what the hell do you mean you can text people in RUSSIA within seconds? That's impossible.... to him.

"[name]?" you heard the voice of lanyon call out to you, in turn you lifted your head and met his eyes "Yeah?" "What is that?" he pointed to your phone "It's my phone?" ... "what is a phone?"

Yeah you loved explaining a phone to him, watching his eyes buldge out of his skull as you kept talking about the internet and what Wi-fi is. Then everyday, when you two would have a chance to talk you'd show him other devices you owned, to which he'd allways call you a 'witch', whether it was a joke or not you really didn't care.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・When Lanyon found out about Hyde and Jekyll being the same person you were there, making sure to keep him as sane as possible and safe in case Hyde or Jekyll tried anything- after all you and him grew closer over the months you were with him. You did also video everything with a secret camera just incase of anything.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・You expected him to not get as sick as he did originally because you were there and shocked him but unfortunately you couldnt stop it. He was going to end up dying, and in a sad way you blamed yourself; you did force the plot forward.

"[name] I dont need you here okay? I'll be okay, my servants will take care of me" "Bullshit! they don't know anything about medication or taking care of someone" You agrued with Lanyon, staring at him solemly- he was dying and you could tell, you've seen people die like everyday (while you did glorify the future world to Lanyon it was all just you projecting, your timeline is just as bad as the medieval one). "I still have a bunch of stuff I can try to use" You rummaged through your bag after calming down, not daring to look at your friend's sad expression, it would make you emtotional too.

"If nothing can help me from your items, let alone mine, then I'm not worth it... I just still cannot wrap my head around everything." "Then dont, it will only make you worse Lan" You finally had the mental strength to look at him, seeing his pale and tired face made your heart ache, maybe if you never came he's be okay?. no of course he wouldn't be, he'd still die except it would be alone. You just thought that with your arrival and your tech you would be able to at least numb his reaction a bit but I guess seeing a murderer transform into one of your old friends would cause everyone to live in shock, or maybe not. "[Name] listen, promise me, that if I die... which I will, will you keep Utterson company? I fear at the thought of him.... or you being alone after my death"

When did he become so fucking sentimental? with a sad chuckle you responded "I thought you hated me? becuase I'm magical?" "No, I mean, I still find your antics slightly frustating but nothing can be done now. Just please promise me" "okay... fine Lanyon, I promise" ... it took him a while to answer you but he did "Thank you [name], not for just that but for being around me? I suppose your company brought me some sense of joy....." "Thank you too Lan"

「 ★ 」 ⠀・It did break your heart to see Lanyon die, but you had a promise to fufill, and that you did. You kept Utterson company until the day he found about everything too and eventually accepted everything. Even though he gave you chacne to leave him alone you didn't, afterall you had made a promise to Lanyon. What kind of a friend would you be if you didn't keep your promise? a terrible one.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・You justed hoped that Lanyon was at peace.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Taste The Rainbow {One Shot} ***

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ Mature Content, Cursing, Substance Use, Crude Language, Oral: Male & Female Receiving, PLENTY OF WORDS, Raw Shenanigans

Words: 11.7K

Synopsis: Nope!!

Note: All right guys, as promised and teased. I know it’s mega long, but I really wanted you guys to have a full experience and really make it feel real. I hope you enjoy this, and I didn’t go overboard. 

Caution: there are ALOT of words. LISTEN TO THE WARNINGS!!

As always, thank you for reading.

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****NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD****

****Interactive****

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“Come on, you have to come!”

 You rolled your eyes as you popped a few kernels of kettle corn into your mouth. The current episode of this k-drama you were watching was the only thing on your mind right now and finishing this series was the only thing on your agenda tonight. You didn’t care how much your best friend Lina pleaded or begged or even bargained. You were determined not to fall for it.

 “Oh hell no. There is no way in hell you’re staying home tonight. Not when tonight is supposed to be the hottest party ever,” Trixie shouted ending her sentence in true Trixie fashion—exaggeratedly.

 You rolled your eyes again, now only half listening because you were fully focused on reading subtitles. Your jaw dropped when it was revealed that the second male lead who had been persistently trying to get the female lead was in fact cheating and seeing the first male lead.

 “No fucking way,” you said more to the space around you than to your friends.

 “Y/N! We will kick down your door and drag you out whether you want to or not!”

 Sighing you pressed pause, “Trixie, I don’t want to go. I’m good here tonight. I have my kettle corn, my strawberry mojitos and nine episodes to keep me company,” you protested.

 “My god, when did you get so boring?”

 “Plus, you say every party is going to be the hottest party ever,” you added mimicking her words, energy, and tone of voice to perfection.

 You could hear Lina laughing.

 “You think you’re real cute huh, Y/N?”

 “Matter of fact I know I am. Cute, fine and better than a glass of fine wine!”

 “Ayyyyyyy!”

 You smiled then took a sip of your mojito. As soon as the burn of the three different liquors took over your tongue you moaned. You’d wanted it to be strong but gahdamn it was strong, strong. You released a hoot and moaned again.

 “Are you drinking?”

 “Damn right I’m drinking.”

 “Alone? Wow, you’re right Tix, she has gotten boring.”

 “Fuck you thing one and thing two!”

 They giggled as you took another healthy sip while ignoring their bullshit. You were not boring. Yes, it had been a while since you’d partied until the next day’s sun shined hot in the sky, or till you passed out and woke up with no memory of the previous night, or had a wild ass story to tell, but so what! As you went over those details in your head you paused beginning to wonder if they were right. Had you gotten boring?

 “Still there?”

 Sighing, you leaned back in the couch. “Still here.”

 “We have a reason you should come tonight besides that fact you’ve gotten boring,” Lina said.

 “Wha reason,” you questioned with a mouthful of popcorn.

 “You know who is supposed to be there,” Lina replied.

 Before you put another handful of popcorn into your mouth, you took a sip from your glass already feeling the light and dark rum and tequila beginning to work its glorious magic. “Who?”

 “You know who. Come on, he’d about six feet, looks amazing in a jumpsuit, know how to go super-fast, and has more than one talent,” Trixie listed off.

 You rolled your eyes. The minute she said looks amazing in a jumpsuit you knew who she was blabbering on about. Scoffing you shook your head. “Oh. So, you mean super-fast as in sleeps with anything with a nice ass and a great set of tits faster than a racecar can get to one hundred?”

 Their snorting told you that they got your joke.

 “You ain’t have to do our friend like that,” Lina piped up.

 “Friend? Girl please that’s yo’ guys’ friend!”

 “Okay you’re our friend so friends by two degrees of separation,” Lina added.

 “Whatever. I still don’t wanna go.”

 “Come on. He specifically asked if you were gonna be there tonight.”

 With your glass right at your lips, you paused. “W—why?”

 “Guess you’re gonna have to come and find out.”

 You rolled your eyes already knowing this was one of Trixie’s tricks. For the last six years since Lina had gotten signed to be one of the models for a F1 event where she met none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton, they’d maintained contact and become friends. One event let to two, then three and that’s when Lina brought Trixie in on the fun then ultimately you. Lina and Trixie hit it off with him and his friends because they were models and ran in those party circles. You however, you weren’t a model. You were a stylist and aspiring fashion designer. When Trixie let that slip to him seventy-two hours later you were booked as his stylist for his next eight events. It had been one of those Cinderella stories. From then you were booked and busy.

 Where Lina and Trixie always connected with him, you on the other hand couldn’t. You didn’t know why. It wasn’t because his vibe was off, or he proved to be an asshole or not worth the hype. In fact, his energy was incredible, it was always positive, always bubbly and filled with so much calm that you wondered if he knew hoodoo and had leveled up to master practitioner or if it was for real. Whenever you were around him, he proved to be as great as everyone always raved about. He was kind, thoughtful, funny, and so damn endearing. There was also always this intoxicating vibe that he gave off, a vibe that felt like a drug. You’d watched so many fall for it. That made you that much more determined not to be one of them.

 So, you kept your emotional and energy distance from him whenever you were around each other which was a lot. After six years, you were exhausted with trying to keep your walls impenetrable and energies from mingling together. It had become clear around year two how badly your energies wanted to play. However, he’d never made a move on you, never asked Lina or Trixie to put in a word for him, never stepped over the line or disrespected you or your body. Half of you was relieved, the other half was confused as to why he hadn’t. By year five you’d decided that you were imagining things and assuming shit that wasn’t even so.

 Now, year six you tried to not be around him unless it was necessary which meant for work only. Even being around him for work felt off putting. You hated that you felt like you owed him for your come up even though Lina and Trixie had pleaded his case saying that he didn’t put you on because he was friends with them or anything besides your skill as a stylist. No matter how they swore it, you couldn’t help but feel opposite, especially hearing of all the kind things he’d done for others who were close to him. Even now as your new fashion line had just debuted at fashion week, which was the ultimate show that you’d made it, you still remembered how and where you’d gotten your start.

 “Come tonight. It’ll be fun,” Lina gently coaxed one more time.

 You raised your glass again and drank the cold beverage down, ignoring the burn and focusing on the eruption of flavors in your mouth and the decision that was already made for you.

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 Three hours later you stepped out of the car with Lina and Trixie beside you and a massive wrought iron gate before you and an equally massive mansion about sixty feet behind it lit up with neon-colored lights.

 “Oh—

 “My—

 “Fuck,” you finished.

 The three of you looked at each other then snorted.

 “Whose party is this?”

 “I think it’s Lew’s,” Lina said.

 “Or maybe someone from his crew.”

 “Whose house is this?”

 They both shrugged then stepped forward. You still stood there for a few moments while Lina and Trixie showed stepped to one of the six muscled men guarding the gate who looked like he was checking invites. One motioned to another behind the gate before it opened. As you approached, they looked at you expectantly. You entered your security code but before you tapped into your messages a voice echoed out.

 “Let her through.”

 The large man that was standing in front of you moved to the side giving you access to the opened gate. Eying them quizzically, you stepped through following Lina and Trixie down the asphalt driveway.

 “What was that about?”

 “VVIP baby.”

 “VVIP?”

 “Only basics have to show invites. VVIP get through strictly on face card and ours never decline,” Trixie boasted.

 You couldn’t help but laugh. This girl was a mess and a half. The three of you continued your walk toward the mansion and the closer you got the louder it got and the louder it got the more madness you saw. People were sprawled across the expansive lawn drinking, dancing, laughing, and dabbing in various substances. You even saw quite a few who looked like they were tripping out as they spoke to the air, or bushes or even trees. Before you stepped inside, the mansion, you saw someone chasing a squirl toward the east side of the lawn screaming “I wanna play.”

 “What the fuck!?”

Once you, Lina and Trixie stepped inside the precursor on the lawn was nothing compared to the debauchery inside. Immediately, you were hit with the scent of various smokes and met with nothing but fog. Lina and Trixie squealed before looping your arm and walking through the endless fog. There were bodies everywhere and these bodies came for one thing—other bodies. There were kissing groups of two, and four and even dry humping piles of six or more, only most of them were full on naked.

 The further in you got the lewder the scene and you were not turned off at all. Two bikini clad servers approached holding trays of neon-colored drinks in nearly every color.

 “Choose your poison, beware each comes with a different price.”

 Lina took an orange and a green one, Trixie swiped a purple and a white one while you cautiously picked out a pink and a blue one. The three of you hit your six shot glasses together then knocked them back one after the other. Your pink one tasted like cotton candy while the blue one like blueberry.

 “Mmm.”

 You quickly swiped two more from a passing tray and downed them in sequence as well.

 “I think we have our blackout princess back,” Trixie said in a sing song voice before cheering.

 Your alter ego had gotten you into plenty of trouble over the years and they’d both been right by your side egging you on while heightening the amount of chaos you brought. Whenever you came out the other side you came out with no regrets and one question, where was your bra. Tonight, you’d opted out of a bra, so you knew that wasn’t going to be a question on your lips tomorrow afternoon. Blackout princess was back, and she was ravenous for fun.

 Lina’s phone dinged and a few seconds later she smiled.

 “Let’s go say hello to our host.”

 An intriguing sight from across the room caught your eye and attention. Lina and Trixie began walking to the left, but you walked forward disappearing into the fog. The closer you got; you saw a group of people playing twister. Well, it was base Twister. On each color circle was a matching neon colored drink. You watched as each color and body part combo was called out and watched as each new part landed on a color, they were handed that color drink.

 “Double the stakes, twice the mistakes.”

 You looked beside you into the almost glowing eyes of a decent looking guy with semi long hair and a perfectly groomed goatee.

 “Have you played?”

 He nodded.

 “Won?”

 “Lost miserably.”

 “How many drinks in did you get?”

 He held up five fingers and you laughed. “Lightweight.”

 He laughed then bounced your shoulder. “Hey, what if that was my last straw?”

 “Then you need tougher skin or at least a higher tolerance.”

 He scoffed, bit his bottom lip, and looked you over.

 “How far do you think you can go?”

 You looked back at the game and assessed the situation. You were in no way or shape a lightweight. You turned your body to his and locked in on his eyes.

 “All—the—way!”

 His smile was sexy and spoke of spontaneity. He leaned closer then looked to your lips. “Show me.”

 Smirking, you nodded and approached the game just as a new round was beginning.

 “Admission fee,” a girl with a neon purple bikini said.

 “Which is?”

 “Say ahh.”

 You smiled and did as she said. As soon as your mouth opened, she placed a tablet on your tongue which tasted a lot like strawberries and cream as it quickly dissolved in your mouth.

 “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

 The first combo was called, and you happily took the glowing red shot glass as your right foot took its place. After, came a yellow, then blue drink which resulted in your hands on opposite colors and your ass in the air facing the cute stranger.

 “Left foot green.”

 Thankful for your years of yoga you did the perfect wide legged downward dog then took the neon green drink. Once you gulped it down you looked between your spread legs and found his eyes right on your ass and his mouth wide open. You almost snorted. No one could ever resist this move. As you were about to move to put your left hand on the same red your left foot was on you saw another set of eyes watching you through the fog. It was thick around them and every time it thinned enough for you to make out their face, it only covered them more.

 That was then the double vision set in making your legs feel wobbly. This was the admissions fee. Unable to stop yourself, you laughed out loud and moved your hand to red. This move had you twisted showing your flexibility as well as your dangerous curves. When you looked back, the fog thinned enough for you to make out just who the second set of eyes belonged to. Lewis Hamilton. As soon as you clocked him, he slid on his dark sunglasses and turned away disappearing into the fog.

With the next combo, two fell. Two combos after another three fell and two more from then you were the last one standing taking the prize with a total of nine drinks in your system. Rather than approaching the stranger again you disappeared into the fog off to explore what else this party had up its sleeve.

 About two hours later, you were holding your liquor and substances surprisingly well as you approached a spirited game of twerk pong. Several people took turns trying to do their best twerk to empty the box of ping pong balls strapped to their tailbones. It was hilarious to watch the attempts at not only attempting the perfect twerk but also accomplish the task. Most failed at both but a few succeeded at one or the other.

 “There you are!”

 Trixie’s voice blared into your ear as she giggled. “Where have you been?”

 “Taking inventory.”

 “Found anyone you like?”

 “The eye candy is nice. Not tempting enough to try flavors though.”

 “Maybe your flavor is at this game,” Lina shouted louder than the cheers and laughter around. Your eyes met Lewis’ across the way. He bobbed his head to you then raised his glass, an action your mimicked.

 “No one has taken the grand prize,” Lina said.

 You looked over and saw a gold medal around Lewis’ neck.

 “It’s made out of gourmet chocolate with a little surprise ingredient and twenty-four carat gold spray,” Lina added ending in her sing song voice.

 She was clearly well on her way of being fucked up on the floor in a few hours.

 “Any other attempts?”

 A hand in the middle of your back sent you right into the middle.

 “Wooooo, let’s hear it for Y/N!”

 You glared at Trixie. She sure was living up to her name. Everyone around you clapped, cheered and chanted your name making it impossible to renege. You stood there as someone strapped a box around your waist then there was silence and all eyes turned to Lewis.

 “Let the beat drop.”

 Cheers rang out again and though you didn’t have any intention of playing along, the beat that dropped was a favorite of yours. Before you could stop yourself, you were already twerking. This was no twerk for the balls to come out, it was the twerking of an ass that needed to move to its favorite track. What followed next was inevitable. The balls dropped one by one from the small slot then two by two.

 The more the song picked up, the more effort your put into it and the more you became determined to get the balls out. In a span of time that didn’t feel long at all you slowly realized that the all the balls were rolling around the floor and you were just twerking for twerk’s sake.

 “Aaaaaaah!”

 Sirens blared and everyone lost their damn mind. Lina and Trixie collided into you screaming.

 “You did it!”

 You laughed and shrugged as if it was only inevitable for you to do it. When you turned around you watched Lewis approach you with a smirk. Once he was about two feet from your face he stopped and leaned to your ear.

 “Babygirl twerked so good it’s better than a beat drop!”

His words could have been the command to get wet because that is what instantly happened. You stood there stunned by his effect as he lifted off the medal that dangled against his neon paint splattered, tattooed chest that was on display for all to gawk at and place it around your neck. His scent hit you so hard you nearly stumbled backward. Fuck you thought, he smelled like the best things on earth, things that made your belly rumble but not from hunger--it was desire.

“Are you good at everything or just things you do with your body?”

A moan escaped you before you could stop it and that was when Lewis met your eyes. For a few moments, it felt like the entire place was empty and it was just the two of you surrounded by colored fog and neon lights. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip then watched him do the same. From your eyes, the action was something completely lewd and hedonistic which raised your temperature several degrees. The fog got thicker and somehow it worked as a sobering tool to bring you back to reality. Suddenly, everything and everyone came back into focus. You scoffed then leaned to his ear.

“My body’s no exception I’m good at everything I do.”

With that you backed away disappearing into the fog as you bit into the chocolate medal hanging around your neck. It would have to suffice as what you really wanted in your mouth would open a box you weren’t sure you could handle.

A while later you were sitting in a room where the walls were covered in paint splatter just staring at the different color patterns people had made. You’d figured out the secret ingredient Lina had alluded to—weed. Your sight had settled, and now you were experiencing a beautiful mellow vibe that had you feeling good. You rose to your feet and approached the buckets of paint and took up one of the feather dusters then swung it to the wall. A fresh streak of bright orange droplets peppered the wall and floor.

You stood there admiring your work then rode the wave of energy that overtook you. You dipped the duster into bucket after bucket of pain and splattered them willy nilly onto the walls in complete chaotic and erratic fashion. You buzzed around the room as if you’d chugged several energy drinks and now felt like Hermes himself sans the winged sneakers as per Percy Jackson era. Soon you were spinning around in a circle in the room squealing and having the time of your life.

 “Either you’ve paid way too many admission fees and are tripping out or you’re paying all the prices of the poisons.”

You stopped but the room kept spinning. You stumbled a few steps, but strong arms gripped you before the floor came up to meet you.

 “Woah, woah. Y/N, are you okay?”

 You giggled and nodded. “I’m better than okay. If Lina and Trixie could see me now. They wouldn’t dare call me boring.”

 He smiled and stood you up but kept his hands wrapped around your waist.

 “You, boring? I pity the daft pricks who ever believed that.”

 You met his eyes. “You were never one of them?”

 Lewis shook his head. “Never. I’ve always seen just who you are from the moment we met.”

 You could feel the heat from his hands on the bare skin of your back and it was then you became aware of your own hands that were plastered across his bare chest and abs. Dropping your eyes, you took in the beauty that was Lewis Hamilton. He was covered in neon paint with a few glow sticks poking out of his pocket. The light from them illuminated one of your favorite tattoos on him. you raised your hand to it and traced your finger over it.

 “I’ve always wondered—why the compass?”

 “It’s to commemorate me finding my direction in my life, finding my place. The church and faith are important to me, and I believe it is through the church I found my direction and have such strong faith.”

 Your throat tightened stopping the words that were coming. Thankfully because it was going to be an undignified “woah bruh that’s dope.” You must have looked a way because he cleared his throat and stepped back taking his hands with him.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—spoil the fun.”

 You turned away and dipped the duster back into a bucket. “Ehm, you didn’t. No worries.”

 A few seconds later, he approached your side and took one of the dusters and dipped as well. The two of you began splashing paint onto the walls in silence before you turned to him and flashed the duster without thinking. He was now streaked with bright pink neon paint from the side of his face down his chest and abs.

 “Oh—no—you—didn’t,” Lewis enunciated.

 Your mouth was wide open in shock. You hadn’t meant to do it.

 “I’m sorry.”

 Ignoring that, he dipped his duster and lifted it. You watched the neon yellow drip down his hand before you backed away.

 “Wait, Lewis I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

 “Oh, you will be.”

 Just like that he swung the duster and covered you in paint. You stood there in shock.

 “Ah, you’re dead!”

 You both lunged to buckets dipping your dusters and flicking paint at each other while trying to dodge the other’s attack. It was pointless because the beauty of the duster was it went everywhere. In no time, both of you were a glowing mess and laughing like children. Wanting the last laugh, you hurried to the bucket once more but slipped due to all the paint on the floor and lunged right into him tackling him to the floor. You both laughed again at the outcome.

 “That’s what you get,” he teased.

 Lewis’ hand came to your forehead and wiped then moved to your cheek and wiped again.

 “You’re covered.”

 “So are you.”

 You wiped at the paint in his beard then moved to his forehead and nose. Slowly you both stopped laughing but your hands continued moving, wiping at the paint on the other’s face. When you felt his thumb swipe your bottom lip an electric zing traveled through you which made you aware of how you were sprawled on top of him.

 “All the colors are your color,” Lewis said.

 A small smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

 “You too.”

 Again, your eyes locked and though you knew you should have stood, you didn’t. He felt good underneath you.

 “I’ve always wondered,” Lewis began before his hand dipped to your neck. “Why are you always so cold to me?”

 It felt like someone had gut punched you. While you knew you’d kept your distance from him you never in a million years imaged he saw it as you being cold.

 “I—I’m—I’m not.”

 “You are. At first, I thought it was because I made you uncomfortable then I moved on to thinking you just didn’t like the whole spotlight and fame thing, then I got hung up on maybe you not liking me as a person.”

 “And now?”

 He studied you for a moment then breathed out. “Now I don’t know what to think.”

 You chewed your bottom lip and his eyes dropped to them.

 “It’s none of those. It’s nothing.”

 You pulled yourself up but his hand at the small of your back pulled you right back against him this time bringing your faces inches apart.

 “Then tell me what it is. Put my curiosity out if its misery.”

 “Your energy—my energy--.”

 You sighed then swallowed. “Our energies want to play together. Don’t you feel that?”

 “I’ve always felt it. Of course, I thought I was mad after a year or two.”

 You shook your head. “You’re not mad.”

 Lewis’ hand at the small of your back moved to your hip then slid down to the outside of your thigh. He then moved you, so you were straddling him. Oh fuck, you thought. He’d just made a move.

 “You feel it, I’m not mad. Where does that leave this?”

 That intoxicating thing about him was wreaking havoc on you right now. You were paying all the prices and you were coming up on broke. You had nothing else to give, no more restraints. Another moan escaped you, your second for the night. The nudge underneath you only made it worse. He was hard and from what you felt large. Before you lost all your senses, you pulled back and sprang to your feet.

 “Exactly where it’s always been for six years. I not going to be another name in the memory book—that’s just not who I am.”

 You turned and quickly walked out of the room before you changed your mind. As soon as you walked out Lina was there dragging you away.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “I found the best game. You’re gonna love it!”

 She pulled your through the halls until you came to a large room that glowed. It was then all the pain on you lit up. This party gets better and better, you thought.

 “We need one more couple for the game,” Lina said.

 “Couple? What game?”

 “What do I taste like,” Trixie shouted making everyone in the room cheer.

 Lina pushed you down onto the floor as she took her seat in front of a dark-haired clean-shaven guy with a neon painted skull on his cheek. As you looked around you realized you were the only one without someone across from them.

“I don’t have a partner.”

 “I think you do,” Lina said.

 Following her eyes, you turned and looked up. There stood Lewis.

 “Looks like we’re a destined pair,” he said as he sat in front of you.

 “We’re all here,” Lina shouted before you could protest.

 You glared at her. you couldn’t believe she’d taken a page out of Trixie’s book. She blew you a kiss before giving her attention to the man across from her.

 “The rules are simple. In the box between you there are a variety of flavors of candy. Your goal is to correctly identify them by flavor and brand, but the catch is you can’t do it by sight or touch. You can only rely of your sense of taste and smell. However, catch two, you must figure out the information by kissing the person in front of you after they’ve eaten the candy.”

 Again, the room erupted in cheers and excited applause. You just sat there marinating in how much your friends had fucked you.

 “Admissions fees first please.”

 A server walked around the room placing tablets into everyone’s mouth. You took a breath as the tablet melted away then watched Lewis.

 “Ladies first?”

 You dipped your hand into the box then looked at him waiting for him to use the blindfold sitting beside the box. He smirked then covered his eyes. You unwrapped the yellow pina colada starburst and popped it into your mouth. As you chewed, you tried to formulate a plan on how to get through this without losing control. Slowly, you leaned to him and stared at his lips. It was hard not to think that this had been six years in the making and that finally you’d get it over with.

 “Chickened out?”

 Rolling your eyes, you pressed your lips to his. It was to be quick but the second your lips touched it was like kissing an electric wall that had crazy glue. What was to be quick changed as reality hit you. His lips were impossibly soft, and full—fuller than they appeared. When you felt his hand on your chin you pulled away.

 “Come on,” he breathlessly began. “I can’t taste anything. I need more.”

 “Remember you’re competing not only with each other but time,” a server announced.

 “I don’t know about you, Y/N but I like to win, and I play to win. So, let’s do that.”

 Damn his competitiveness, you thought before you crashed your lips to his again this time feeding him your tongue. His moan vibrated against your lips then you felt him suck on your tongue. Good lord you thought just as he pulled back.

 “Pina colada and I think it’s starburst. I have some.”

 He lowered the corner of his blindfold and locked eyes with you. “Delicious.”

 You swallowed and lowered your eyes.

 “My turn.”

 He handed you the eye mask then dug into the box. Submerged in darkness, you found your anxiety catapulting to the ceiling. The longer he took, the more anxious you became and the more anxious you became the louder you felt your heart thumping.

 “I think you’ll like this one,” he muttered.

 You waited and waited but still nothing happened. Just when you were ready to yank off the mask you felt his tongue trace your bottom lip. An unexpected whimper slipped out, but Lewis didn’t stop, he trailed his tongue over your top lip before he pressed his lips to yours and sucked your top lip. When you felt his hand at the back of your neck, your mouth opened on its own allowing him to kiss you deeper. Somehow this didn’t feel like it was part of the game. It felt different.

 “Any guesses?”

 His breath brushed against your face giving you a vital clue to the flavor. Now only if you could find your voice.

 “S—s—strawberry skit—skittles.”

 Lewis lowered your blindfold bringing his smile into focus. “Good job. Told you that you’d like it. I know strawberries are your favorite.”

 Breaking the eye contact you handed him the mask and dipped into the box as he was covering his eyes. You bit into the bite sized almond joy and moaned. You loved almond joy. When you pressed your lips to his you both moaned. This time it didn’t take long for your tongues to find each other and when they did you unconsciously scooted closer to him and melted just a little.

 “Almond joy,” Lewis whispered against your lips.

 Turn after turn you each ate a candy and kissed the other and kiss after kiss blurred any lines that were between you. Each kiss descended deeper into the realm of attraction and desire and further from staying away from each other. By the time there were only 4 couples left from the previous eliminations you and Lewis were kissing freely, happily and hungrily. It had long stopped being about the game or competitiveness it was now something else—deep yearning maybe.

 You ignored the whispers around you about how you and he made a good team and how good you looked together. It was not something that you could afford to let sink into your head no matter how much you’d began wanting in with each passing round.

 “All right, two couples left. Last one.”

 You dug in and opened the foil wrapped and popped the chocolate into your mouth. Instantly you could tell it was some Nutella concoction. This was going to be easy for him. Wasting no time, you kissed him and in seconds he pulled away.

 “Nutella bomb.”

 Everyone cheered and jumped around at your victory but instead of him doing the same he pulled you to him and kissed you again. Your legs were draped over his thighs with the now empty box between you, the only thing separating your nether regions. Lewis moaned on you pulling yours from your chest. He brought his hand to your jaw and kissed you deeper, swearing his tongue with yours and teasing it. The man could kiss, he more than could kiss, he should be kissed every day. The image of him manning a kissing booth flashed into your head at that moment and it was a good look for him.

 Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back holding nothing back. It felt damn good to let go and just do.

 “Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled you up to straddle him for the second time that night and for the second time you felt his erection. “Y/N—I—I need you.”

 His hand cupped your ass and squeezed as he brought you closer making you feel just how true those words were. A shadow caught your eye and you pulled from him. The room was now empty with only the two of you in it.

 “I need to go.”

 You stood and staggered out of the room. This time you had no intention of stopping until you got outside. However, once you got down the stairs you felt someone lift you and throw you over their shoulders.

 “What the hell! Put me down!”

 You pounded a bare back that you could barely make up thanks to the darkness throughout the house. One detail looked familiar, the cross tattoo.

 “Lewis? Lewis put me down!”

 He walked through the party, around people who all laughed and cheered him on. No one seemed to want to help or seem to think they needed to. A few minutes later, Lewis brought you both into a large room with an even larger bed that he threw you across.

 “What the actual fuck! What are you doing?”

 “Making you finally talk to me. Don’t you think six years is long enough?”

 You didn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Hell yeah you thought six years was long enough.

 “Fine. I’ll go first. I like you, Y/N. I like you a fucking a lot. I have since we met.”

 You had to fight your jaw from dropping. He liked you?

 “And before you call bullshit let me stop you. It’s not bullshit. I like everything about you. I even like that you didn’t want to become like the other girls. I like that you’re the only one who keeps me at a distance. Everyone else tries their damndest to pull me closer, keep me with them. Not you. I like that you have morals and standards and that you won’t lower them for no one no matter their fame status or anything. I like that you have integrity and that you’ve worked hard for everything you currently have. I love your hustle, your drive. I like that you don’t feel the need to party all the time and can stand yourself at home alone. I like that you can turn into this bombshell who is the life of the party and can make anyone feel comfortable in seconds with only a smile and a hug. You have no idea how truly amazing you are. I even like that you didn’t want to kiss me and have never tried to sleep with me. I like that only you have had me questioning my own appeal and worth to a woman beyond money and fame.”

 He was not standing directly in front of you.

 “I—like—you.”

 You dropped onto the bed and sat at the edge.

 “I’m losing my mind keeping all of this from you. I can’t keep it in any longer. I know we’re not friends, not exactly, though I’ve always thought of you as one. I can’t be your friend or whatever we are anymore. I don’t want to be.”

 You sat there speechless as his words hit you one by one as if English was your second or third language. I like you. He liked you. He liked you?

 “You like me?”

 Lewis snorted then smiled and your belly fluttered. “You’re unbelievable. Of course, you didn’t know. I swore you knew and that was one of the reasons you were keeping your distance.”

 He placed his hand on top of his head then shook it. You kept your eyes on him still unable to believe his words.

 “You like me?”

 Lewis turned back to you and came a little closer. “Yes. I like you, Y/N.”

 “How? Wait—why?”

 The look he gave you said that he thought you were nuts. You couldn’t help it though. This was Lewis Hamilton; he could have any and every single woman in the world. He’d been with countless women, models, actresses, and singers. You were so opposite the women he’d naturally gravitate to, and it made you anxious and hesitant to believe him.

 “Why is that so hard to believe?”

 You proceeded to list off the names of the women you’d heard from Lina and Trixie that he’d been with. Every name drop brought the clench of his jaw; with every name he avoided your eyes. By the time you were done the silence in the room stretched. After a minute or two he sighed out.

 “They have plenty of things in common, but I have nothing in common with them.”

 “Thank God. Look I know I have a past—a colorful one. There have been a lot of rumors and a lot of media coverage on what I may or may not have done or who I may or may not have been involved with. I get it but it’s just that, my past.”

 Thinking back, you hadn’t seen much news about him with anyone within the last few years. all thot behavior had been absent from the media. Part of you thought he’d gotten better at protecting his privacy but hearing him now was it possible that he’d been abstaining.

 “I’ve been trying to stay focused on my plan and my goals and for me that meant work and nothing else. When Lina and Trixie introduced you to me, I had to up my discipline in staying focused. You made it hard.”

 The way your heart rattled you could have sworn he heard it but rather than asking what was so loud he continued confessing as if you were a priest. Everything he said was like fluffy cotton candy, sweet and tender but for some reason you struggled to believe it completely. Your anxiety got the better of you then.

 “What are you saying Lewis?”

 He took your hand then slowly laced his fingers with yours. The contrast was beautiful. His larger, much more tatted and evidently used for hard manual work, yours smaller, and dainty looking as if you’d never worked a day in your life compared to his. They looked so good together—so right.

 “I want to stay focused on my goals, I have so much accomplish but every time I see you, you make me want to find a place for you beside me, a place for you not only in my life right now but my future.”

 Your eyes bugged. You shook your head trying to clear any haze in your head that may have made you mishear.

 “What? How? Why? This is so--sudden.”

 “It’s not. It’s been five years in the making. Five years of me debating with myself, five years of me taking steps closer to you only to rescind those steps, five years of me planning, working and making moves to make that place for you, make the changes so this could have a chance in hell of working, so we could work.”

 His eyes were too sincere to be bullshitting you. The energy coming off of him felt too genuine for this to be a ruse or him spitting game for some ass in this fog filled neon colored room. He was being truthful—vulnerable. You had no words though. You couldn’t trust your voice, much less being this close to him. More than ever the energy around him bombarded him.

 Suddenly the door busted open, and a few cheering bodies rushed in.

 “Come on, the powder fight’s started!”

 Yanking your hand back, you sprang to your feet while maintaining eye contact with Lewis. His face was now clouded with mask of indifference that you were kind of impressed with. In the span of five seconds, he’d been able to go from on to off without a trace. Before you could speak you were pulled out of the room and through the house to the expansive backyard that was clouded with a multitude of colored powder wafting in the air. Everyone laughed, screamed and cheered as they threw balloons at each other.

 A balloon collided with your stomach then burst open scattering yellow powder everywhere. When you turned you saw Lina laughing as she came to you with her arms open. As she pulled you into a hug, both of you spun around. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, that was how infectious her mood was.

 “Woooooo!”

 She slammed another balloon onto you right into your right boob and pink powder spilled out of it.

 “Get into it!”

 She handed off two balloons to you before she turned and threw the others she held onto. Spinning around, you looked into the air at the colors blending together and blowing in the soft breeze then laughed as you closed your eyes allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. You felt weightless, and free like you had not a worry in the world. The confession from Lewis from before was a distant memory in your head but your heart remembered. You’d fought this for years and the night you decided to let your guard down was the night he decided to change the rules.

The music around you got louder and louder, tuning out the shouts and screams of everyone around you and as you danced happily and freely, you threw balloons in random directions. You must have been an easy target because you felt balloon after balloon pound against your body. Before long, you were completely covered in powder of all colors, and you were having the time of your life. A strong breeze swept by and cleared some of the powder in the air enough for you to make out Lewis across the way. He too was covered in powder with a wide smile across his lips.

 You stood there frozen as that smile hit you in the gut unfurling everything you’d felt over the years. All the longing, the desire, the yearning and hope surged through you so fast you didn’t have time to push them down. Lewis’ eyes locked onto yours and you watched him lick his lips in the sinfully slow way he always did that drove millions wild. You mirrored the action and a taste of fruit punch hit your tastebuds. It was then you realized the powder was flavored like the powder in those fun stick dips.

 Lewis took slow steps toward you. Even when the breeze stopped, and the powder cloud thickened to the point where you lost sight of him you still felt him stalking closer like a predator. Several moments passed where all you saw was colored powder, then suddenly you saw his face before yours before it disappeared again. Turning your head from side to side you looked for him, then found his eyes to your right. He was circling you.

 Before you could reach out for him, you felt his hand on your hip and his body behind yours. You didn’t dare speak, instead you stood perfectly still nonverbally giving him permission to any and everything he wanted.

 “Dance with me?”

 You slowly nodded your head before you began swaying your body against his. Your movements at first were timid. You didn’t want to cross a line that you knew there was no coming back from, but you also wanted to test his limits, see how close you could get to that line. When your ass brushed against his crotch, Lewis groaned into your ear his lip skimming it. He was hard.

 “Fuck, Y/N. I’m good at control. Every minute of every day I am in control, but Christ do you strip me of it every single time I’m near you.”

 Your entire being filled with glee and the lite feeling of intoxication. Again, you brushed your ass on him and this time he squeezed your hip keeping you pressed on his throbbing cock.

 “Mmm.”

 “You like the way I feel against you? You like knowing you make me harder than I’ve ever been in my life? Hm?”

 Like you were puppet and he the puppeteer you nodded, mind in a haze, body in a frenzy from not only his proximity but the sound of his voice and his breath teasing your ear and neck. Part of you wondered if this is how other women felt when he was near. Did they automatically lose their senses, did their bodies instantly take over and overheat, did everything in them scream to just be touched, bent over, and spanked?

 Lewis moaned again but a second later he was gone and in front of you with one arm around your back and the other on your hip. Using those large skillful hands, he moved your body the way he wanted. The reggae song blasting around you set the perfect tone for all of the unspoken words hanging between you. You placed your hand on his shoulder, using him as your brace, your legs were pointless right now especially with the way he was holding you and where he’d decided to put his leg.

 The heat from his body was scorching and burned your fingers but not with fire or pain, the more you touched his bare skin the more you wanted to feel. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingertips teased the back of the gold and diamond chain he wore and everything you’d wanted in the last five years came forefront. Him. Lewis pulled his face back and looked into your eyes keeping you captivated.

 “I’m in love with you.”

 He’d found the right moment to kick the rest of your walls down, the right moment to destroy you. With nothing else to do you crashed your lips to his. A burst of rainbow flavors reached your tastebuds. It tasted like every flavor in your mouth, fruit punch, grape, lemon, orange, pineapple, mango and so many more.

 “Mmm.”

 Lewis pulled you flush against him and truly kissed you for the first time. The kisses you’d exchanged during the candy tasting game didn’t hold a flame to this kiss. His lips were warm and soft and so full. When you slightly parted yours, his tongue slipped inside your mouth and wrapped around yours. The way his hand gripped your back screamed of the amount of power he held in just one hand. As your bodies pressed together heatedly, you melted into him finally allowing yourself to give in to the sensations rushing through you.

 You could feel every muscle of his broad chest and every single well defined ab muscle. The way his heart thudded against your chest matched the rapid race of currently happening in your own chest. His scent made your knees buckle. It was a scent unique to him, a scent that was purely masculine and completely sultry and a scent that you reacted to in ways you’d never reacted to any other. You moaned again then sank your teeth into his bottom lip, teasing him, tempting him to take more. Lewis responded with his hand slipping to the top of your ass where he hesitated for only a moment before he went lower and squeezed the swell of your ass.

 “Uuuugh.”

 It was muffled against your lips, but you got his meaning. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you gripped the collar of his shirt and balled it within your fists. The urge to strip him came suddenly and it was an urge you listened to. You pulled at the fabric and pulled it off of his shoulder then fully off his body. Now with him bare, your hands roamed muscled canvas of his back, pressing to memory every indent, slope and bulge. He was sheer perfection. Lewis nudged you forward as if needing you closer. Abandoning your feet, you used him to hoist yourself onto your tiptoes and he took the hint and lifted you into his arms.

 With your legs wrapped around his waist you could feel the prominent bulge in his pants with more definition. He was large no doubt and your body wanted him so desperately. Lewis tore his lips from yours and latched them onto your neck, licking, sucking and nibbling your flesh. Your moans turned to mewls as you squeezed him tighter and tighter the wetter and wetter you got. You were so lost in the way his lips felt against your skin that you didn’t register anything else but the butterflies in your gut, the goosebumps that remained dotted across your body, the tightness in your chest from the rapid way your heart pounded begging for the words inside to be released.

When you felt your back press against a hard surface you groaned, then the slam of a door then you were discarded into a sea of soft silk that smelled like fresh linen. Opening your eyes for the first time in several minutes, you found Lewis standing just above you. You did a quick survey of your surroundings but only made out a bed, three walls and a large neon mural just behind you on the wall thanks to the darkness. The walls were lit up with the same neon colors you’d seen all night which told you were still on the property, but the muffled sounds of music told you that you were far enough from the happenings of the party.

“I find it funny how you’ve brought me to yet another bedroom.”

 A sly grin spread across his face.

 “If you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask,” you finished.

 His grin disappeared. “No, I don’t want to get you in bed, Y/N. I swear it. I just--,” he rushed out before you snorted and pulled him on top of you by the waistband of his pants. The weight of him on top of you surged your arousal.

 “Shup up Lewis,” you teasingly muttered before kissing him again.

 As you kissed you rolled over the bed taking turns with who was on top of whom and who kissed whom with more fever, and passion. When you finally rolled onto him you straddled his hips and attacked his neck. His groan was hearty and guttural, but a few seconds later he gripped you by your arms and held you back a few inches from him.

 “Wait, you know that this isn’t what I want from you right?”

 “Yes.”

 “We don’t have to--.”

 Again, you cut him off with your lips. Biting and teasing them had become your favorite way to enjoy them. sucking it into your mouth made his cock lurch underneath you.

 “Mmm, you like that.”

 “Pretty sure I’m so far gone I’d like anything you do.”

 Smiling you peppered kisses down to his chin then his neck across his Adam’s apple and to that dip under his throat. Once there, Lewis arched slightly as he squeezed your arms that weren’t holding you back any longer. You gripped his hands, laced your fingers with his and pressed them to the soft cushion of the bed then descended down his body with kisses and licks enjoying the rainbow of flavors that had become part of him.

 When you licked then bit his hardened nipple he hissed and flexed his hands. There was something about knowing that he could easily overpower you if he wanted to and was letting you tease him this way that made you even wetter for him. His reactions to your mouth was like fuel for you. After kissing each and every ab muscle, your lips made it to his obliques where you nipped his skin making his cock nudge your chin.

 “Fuck! I’m so hard for you right now.”

 “Still don’t want this from me?”

 Lewis flipped you onto your back in a fluid move then pinned your hands above your head as he stared into your eyes. “No. I still don’t want this from you. I want so much more.”

 Your heart skipped a beat, your lady parts clenched, and your belly fluttered.

 “Like what?”

 He smiled softly then kissed your forehead. “Breakfast with you each and every morning.” He kissed your nose. “Shopping spree lunches that get frisky in the dressing rooms. His lips teased yours as his soft breath tickled the space under your nose. “Romantic dinners every night over candlelight while I hold your hand and tell you how gorgeous you are.”

 When he kissed your lips fully then dipped to your neck you arched your back off the bed.

 “Vacations in every corner of the globe.” He dropped a few kisses in a line to the top of your breast. “You at the pit for every one of my races.” His teeth grazed your skin before he circled his nose around your pert nipple that was begging for his attention. “You at family dinners, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and every holiday and day in between.”

 Warmth blossomed in your chest and your heart threatened to explode from your chest.

 “I want it all, Y/N, but I only want it all with you. Only you will ever do.”

 Silence stretched between you and in this moment, you no longer knew why you’d held back, why you’d stayed away, or why you’d tortured yourself for five years when you both clearly felt the same way about each other. This wasn’t game or a ruse, he had no reason to go this far. This wasn’t about a conquest; he could conquer any other woman. This was real. It had to be. You freed your hands from his grip then slowly felt his face tracing every detail, the small worry lines etched into his forehead, the full arch of his brows, down to his perfectly symmetrical nose and his artfully crafted cupid’s bow. As you felt his lips and bearded chin you decided you’d give him everything he wanted while hoping it led to forever.

 Softly you kissed him, slowly letting your lips press the feel of his to memory so you could revisit it later. His kiss was like sin, and it was a sin you’d gladly rapture again and again with no regrets. Lewis moaned just as you did but he didn’t take control of the kiss, he allowed you to explore him and control what happened next. You knew it was a major feat for him. He rarely ever relinquished control.

 You trailed your hands from his face down to his shoulders then down his chest and abs to his pants then began undoing them. His eyes opened at the same time yours did, but your lips didn’t stop moving. Both of you hesitated for a moment.

 “I’m in love with you too,” you whispered.

 The way he stared at you made your heart feel as if his hand gripped it.

 “Do you mean that?”

 You nodded and the joy you saw on his face made you smile almost as widely as he was smiling. Lewis kissed you again just as you began pushing his pants off his waist. He quickly stood at the foot of the bed and peeled them off. You almost jumped his bones once he stood there in nothing but his boxer-briefs. There were so many rumors about how large he was, but this was the first time you were understanding those rumors to be all fact. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you looked over all the glorious skin on display then sat up as if being pulled by an invisible string.

 You pressed your lips to his abs as you raked your nails down his back. Both actions elicited a loud hiss from him.

 “You’re so sexy.”

 “Me?”

 You nodded again then licked a trail over the powder on his abs and moaned. Lewis reached down, holding out his hand for you to take. When you did, he stood you on top of the bed making you to a few inches taller than him.  He traced the tips of his fingers up your sides until he dipped them underneath you top. He then lifted off the tube top to your matching cycling shorts then tossed it to the side. You stood before him as he slowly took in your bare breasts. He took his sweet time before he finally touched you, cupping them in his large hands. When he swirled his tongue around the bud you moaned and watched him work.

 “Mmm.”

 He slowly ravished them, licking, sucking, nibbling, and teasing your nipples until you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging his head to them. He lifted you into his arms holding you just below your ass as he devoured you. When he laid you back on the bed, he moved his mouth to your right breast as he massaged the left.

 “Jesus, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

 “Everything you imagined?”

 His grin reemerged. “Better!”

 Lewis peppered kisses down the center of your body to your belly button before dipping his tongue inside. Fighting the urge to wiggle from the tickle, you bit your bottom lip and gripped the sheets. Before Lewis made any other moves, he glanced up at you.

 “Are you sure?”

 “So fucking sure.”

 With that he gripped the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down. Once they were fully off, you left your legs in the air wanting to make him work for it.

 “Making me work for my meal?”

 Smirking you arched onto your elbow and watched him. Lewis pried your thighs apart pressing them to the bed. His eyes darted to your thighs, and you knew he was fully taking in your flexibility.

 “Better than a daydream and a wet dream could never.”

 He dropped down and kissed a path along your leg up to your inner thigh then to your pelvis.

 “Mmm.”

 He mirrored the same actions to your right leg and thigh then teased the flesh just underneath your belly button.

 “Such a tease.”

 “Princess, I haven’t even begun to tease you.”

 The butterflies in your belly picked up in anticipation. You had to fight to remain slightly composed. You didn’t want him to know just how open he had you—not yet. When he kissed your pubis, you moaned softly. Then he gave one long lick along your covered slit. The sensation was dulled but it felt amazing, nonetheless.

 “Damn girl.”

 You watched hm slip your panties to the side then suck his bottom lip.

 “You’re so wet.”

 You couldn’t help but smile shyly. The secret of just how badly you wanted him was out. Lewis trailed his pointer along your slit circling your entrance before he lifted his finger to show you the proof, as if you needed it.

 “Do you want me?”

 You instantly nodded but you refused to be embarrassed by it. Lewis sucked his finger clean and moaned before he dropped his lips to your clit, kissing you with an open mouth. When you felt the suction, you arched and reached for his head. Digging your fingers into his twists, you lost yourself in how good his mouth felt on you.

 “Mmm, fuck girl you taste so good.”

 He didn’t wait for you to reply, instead, he buried his head again this time slurping your flesh.

 “Oh fucking---fuck!”

 Lewis moaned as he did it again and again. When you expected a fourth slurp he switched up and flicked his tongue against your clit making your gut knot. You were not going to last long; you knew it now and from the way you held on to his hair and whimpered he must have known it too. You tried to close your thighs, but he wasn’t having it. He kept his hands pressed to your inner thighs stopping any movement he didn’t permit.

 “Fuck, Lewis!”

 The pattern of his tongue sent you to another plane of existence and the way he knew just what to do for how long left you speechless.

 “Look at me.”

 The command in his voice hit with such force your head snapped up and your eyes met his. It was then he slipped two fingers inside of you as he sucked on your clit. Your whining increased as you felt your orgasm drawing nearer. In record time you dropped your head back and screeched out not caring who heard you.

 “Fuuuuuuck! Mmmmm!”

 Lewis didn’t stop. The mischievous glint in his eyes said he knew what he was doing, and he intended to pull another orgasm from you before he stopped.

 “Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”

 Just like that it was over and still he kept your thighs pressed to the bed. When he emerged his cocky smile was what he wore like a medal of honor as he dragged his tongue up your body and over your nipple. Capturing his lips, you moaned then wrapped your legs around his waist rubbing your wetness against his sheathed hardness. Using your feet, you pushed his underwear off his hips and down his thighs. The heaviness of his cock rested against your slick entrance and that was all it took for your hunger to reach max levels.

 “Shit, you test all of my control,” he mumbled on your lips.

 “Lose your control then.”

 “Think you can handle that?”

 For emphasis he rocked against you nudging your clit with his member. You moaned and squeezed your thighs tighter.

 “I hear death by dick isn’t a bad way to go.”

 He snorted then reached between your bodies to swipe his cock along your slit. You peeped down needing to see just how good this death would be. Your jaw dropped almost instantly from what you saw. He was large, thick and so fucking intimidating. Were you intimidated? Not at all. That was probably a mistake, and your ravenous desire was to blame but you didn’t pause to think about it. You watched Lewis swipe himself through your folds again and again getting even more mesmerized by the sight every time he did it. When your eyes locked you knew you were a goner.

 Lewis leaned forward then licked across your lips in the nastiest way. You couldn’t help but tip your tongue out to his and wrap it around before you sucked it. His moan was deep, and the vibration did something otherworldly to you. With your foreheads pressed together you both panted as if you’d run a marathon, relishing the feelings floating between you. When you’d said your energies wanted to play together this was exactly what you meant. There was something indescribable happening between you, something intense, something that burned so hot, so bright and so violently that the threat of complete destruction was ever present.

 The first feel of him pressing into you had your eyes snapping open to lock onto his. He took it slow, making sure you felt everything, not wanting to skim over anything. Your jaw dropped as your body stretched to accommodate him. Neither of you spoke, neither wanting to break whatever spell that had been cast and was driving you both insane. You sank your nails into the flesh at his waist as the feel of him threatened to make you black out. When you thought you couldn’t take another inch, Lewis pulled back then plunged forth again taking you by surprise.

 “Oh fuck! Lewis!”

 His groan was low and the look on his face spoke of complete focus. You could tell he was holding back. Your heart swelled giving you the courage to forge ahead taking the initiative to take more of him. He looked at you in disbelief like he couldn’t believe you were real. Snapping his hips forward, he sheathed himself to the hilt. Your back levitated off of the bed as you rode out your orgasm.

 “Jesus. You’re tight,” he struggled out through gritted teeth.

 You circled your hips so he could feel just how tight.

 “You’re--playing with—fire.”

 “Burn me daddy!”

 That was all it took for him to press your hands to the bed and thrust into you setting the pace that said he was not holding back anymore. Your moans and pants filled the room and created the base for your skin slapping together on the soundtrack of love making. Your name slipped from his lips over and over as he plowed into you. Every time his hips flicked forward you clenched around him and every time you clenched the next thrust crippled you. Within short minutes you’d cum again but he didn’t look like he was anywhere near finishing. Before you could cum again, he managed to flip you onto your stomach. When you felt him smack your ass with his dick you instinctively twerked on him.

 “Fucking---Christ!”

 He remained still watching your ass shake and bounce against his cock. Once you got into it, he hoisted your ass in the air then laid an open mouth kiss on your pussy.

 “Shit, yes!”

 His tongue licked across you as he slurped and shook his head making an even bigger mess. You could barely breath by the time your next release brought your eyes to the back of your head. In one swift move, Lewis lowered you to the bed then slammed into you making you cum undone once again.

 “Shit!”

 The bed shook, your body quivered, and your bodies dripped with sweat but still he didn’t stop, or slow down. You knew he’d lost complete control, but you didn’t care you were right there with him and come what may you were going to take everything he gave.

 “Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum.”

 “Not yet. Fuck—me!”

 As if that was the command he’d been waiting for, Lewis pulled you up by the back of your neck, hugged you to him with a firm grip of your hips and jackhammered into you, showing not one ounce of mercy. You screamed and melted against him as you lost your shit and sanity. With his other hand, he cupped your breast and pinched your nipple sending you even higher.

 “Y/N,” he whispered on a strangled breath and seconds later you felt his thrusts stagger until he’d snapped forward one final time releasing himself dragging one final shout from both of your lips. You toppled over and Lewis came with you collapsing on top of you.

 You didn’t know how long the two of you remained entangled there like that with nothing but the distance sounds of music and screams of the party still happening mere feet away. You were floating so high and seeing so many stars that you didn’t care about anything else.

 “Mmmm, do you see what you do to me?”

 Your body lifted and by the time your eyes fluttered open you realized your back was pressed to Lewis’ chest as he spooned you from behind keeping his half-hardened length nestled between your folds.

 “Mm-nh, What?”

 Your voice was unrecognizable. It was more like a hoarse croak.

 “You make me lose control.”

 “Good,” you croaked out. This time you couldn’t hold back your snort.

 “What’s so funny?”

 Clearing your throat, the best you could you spoke, “You made me lose my voice.”

 Lewis thrusted forward showing you he was quickly nearing ready for round two.

 “Shit baby girl, I’m gonna make you lose more than that. Your walls and your sanity are on the agenda for the night.”

 You squealed as you laughed. Another thrust forward had you stopping.

 “This dick ain’t nothing to laugh at girl.”

 He rolled onto his back taking you with him, so you were straddling him reverse cowgirl style. Just like that he came alive standing at full attention.

 “Oh god Lewis.”

 “I’ll ask again—think you can handle that?”

 You heard the challenge in his voice and the competitiveness in you sparked. You leaned forward to brace yourself on his ankles you lifted your ass up giving him the perfect view of the art that was your bodies. Lewis groaned then dropped a heavy hand onto your ass.

 “Mmm.”

 “Fuck, this dick looks so good inside of you.”

 He slapped your ass again and again as you slowly slid him back in. You could feel him dripping out of you and would have given anything to see what he saw.

 “Fuck, so beautiful, princess. Make me fill that pussy up again.”

 He thrust his hips up making you clench around him just before you began the show hell bent on giving him the ride of his life.

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[mygwenchan]

NO FUCKING WAY! Zouey had a crush on Jason since last year? WTF?!

Ok, but that was still before Nant became a bit of a wild one with his sexual endeavors and the drugs. So Zouey was the first one among those two who went astray...

Also, did Zouey never think that it's kind of weird he has a crush on Porche's dad? Like.. I get if you're into Dilfs and all that, but your friend`s daddy? Come on!

He's even texting with Jason...

Damn, I knew something bad has happened to Zouey, but I really thought it was Nant who did it. I thought maybe those two were secretly dating and Nant went overboard and hurt Zouey and that's why Zouey was angry at him and eventually revealed Nant's location to the bad guys. But it was Jason all along...

Two things:

So Zouey lied to Teena about still being a virgin (and to his friends as well). And he made such a grand scene too when Teena suspected he had slept with other people... Yes, I get that it's hard to talk about sa, but still. Zouey lied, which isn't ok either

Isn't it a bit weird that Zouey was all doe eyes during that scholarship award ceremony? The ceremony happened this year, right? So that was already after his traumatic encounter with Jason. And still Zouey behaved like he had a big fat crush on Jason... Sorry, but that's definitely not how you look at someone you hate 🤔

Anyway, this explains why Zouey wasn't all that keen on having sex in the beginning.

Ok, destroying Jason's portrait is valid. But why did Zouey keep the damaged painting afterwards? Why not throw it away? Burn it to a crisp? Maybe because there are still some lingering feelings left?

OHHHHHHH! So Nant wanted to help Zouey! He wanted to make sure Jason would end up in jail for what he did to his friend. That's why Nant started to investigate Jason. Now it finally makes sense!

We also learn that Nant only started his investigation AFTER he was already in debt. So that means the whole thing with Nant having sex with strangers, doing drugs, getting together with Nuth, disposing of said drugs and thus going into debt with Jason happened because Nant really fucked up? He wasn't only pretending, like I had assumed? I really thought that Nant started this whole thing because he was already set on getting Jason into prison. But now it looks like Zouey was just a convenient tool for Nant, so he could get rid of Jason and wouldn't have to pay off the debt etc. Hmmm... That probably means Zouey felt like Nant was using him for his own benefit and not because he really wanted to help a SA victim 🤔

I get that you didn't want this to happen, but Zouey... what exactly did you do?! 😱

Wtf, Zouey? So it wasn't Nant's idea to fake his own death... It was all because Zouey wanted to make him disappear. Wow...

NO FUCKING WAY! Are you telling me Zouey told Jason, aka the dude who raped him, to kidnap Nant? The fuck?!

Yes, I get it if Zouey just wanted to forget what happened to him and he didn't want to go through with a court case against Jason (unfortunately a lot of victims decide to remain silent). But why the fuck would he deliver his friend into the hands of someone like Jason? Did he honestly think Jason would leave Nant alone? Did he think Jason's men wouldn't have their way with Nant? Or did Zouey simply not care about his friend's wellbeing? In any case: WTF ZOUEY?

And to think Nant was in the Playboyy lounge VIP room all this time... Didn't Prom notice? Didn't anyone who worked there hear something? I mean, someone must've brought Nant his food and other stuff. You can't tell me no one noticed!

[ozlices]

my mom has repeatedly dismissed the idea that she has favorites between us, and yet earlier this year she literally admitted to my face that she's prioritized my abuser over me bc she's 'going through worse stuff'.

and constantly. fucking CONSTANTLY i have to hear abt my abuser, how much she's 'changed' and 'loves me' and 'wants a relationship with me' etc etc etc

and the most draining part of all of this is that i busted my ass for multiple fucking years to finally break the shackles off and get the fuck out of here, only for a selfish, heartless, absolutely piece of utter and complete shit to damn me back here.

and now, im stuck in this cycle again. where spending EIGHT HOURS on the phone trying to get my phone shit settled, and being at my absolute fucking limit bc on top of dealing w that crap, i had to listen to my abuser and her kids screaming at the top of their goddamn lungs for the past two days, and snapping to shut the fuck up,, gets me dealing w my mother holding a grudge w me.

bc 'oh let me have kids and then maybe ill understand' IT'S LIKE THIS EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME SHE'S OVER HERE. AND SHE WAS LIKE THIS BEFORE SHE FUCKING HAD KIDS. THE BRUNT OF MY ABUSER WAS LITERALLY BEING SCREAMED AT AND BERATED BY HER OVER STUPID SHIT.

/IM/ THE ASSHOLE FOR BEING INSISTENT THAT SHE HASNT CHANGED ?!?!? WHEN SHE LITERALLY HASNT FUCKING CHANGED!!!?!?!?!? SHE'S /WORSE/ NOW /BECAUSE/ SHE STILL HAD KIDS ANYWAY WHEN LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HER LIFE WARNED HER NOT TO BC WE ALL KNEW SHE'D BE A SHITTY PARENT. AND WOW, HUGE SHOCKER, SHE IS!!!

i made the decision when i was VERY young, but also old enough to realize just how deep rooted my trauma runs & how much it affects my responses to stress & other shit, to not have human children bc i fucking KNEW. no matter how much i try to be a nice person, no matter how good my intentions try to be, i can be very nasty. i can be harsh. i can be snappy. i can be violent. i can be completely apathetic to how my actions affect other people when i'm angry enough.

i ACKNOWLEDGE that shit. i will be the first to admit when i probably went overboard, but i am so fucking sick of being put in a position where if i dont apologize for being fucking straight up verbally, emotionally, mentally, or even physically abused, & responding to that abuse like any fucking body would, ESPECIALLY a person who has existing trauma, im an asshole.

im so. fucking sick. of being alive. this year has broken me. it really, truly fucking has. i lost EVERYTHING. i dont even have a fucking doctor. i am back in the house all my trauma happened in, damned by someone i thought was my best friend who looked me dead in my eyes a month after my daughter died in my arms & told me damning me back to the house every traumatic thing ive ever gone to 'wasnt her problem'. & having to be put right back in the cycles i brutalized myself to get out of.

and the worst fucking part is that this year has left me in such shambles from stress, i physically cannot pick myself up anymore. my alters can't pick themselves up anymore. we are all so fucking burnt out, and it is so fucking draining to lie to ourselves that hope is worth it when we had it all stripped away from us repeatedly in such brutal ways. nonstop. i swear to the moon herself, i mean it when i say not one single day this entire year has been peaceful. has been free from some degree of pain, or straight up agony.

i am tired of beating myself up for being angry. i am tired of being berated by other people for being angry. FUCK all of that shit. this year, and the shitty people who refuse to fucking offer me the same empathy they DEMAND from me, have fucking destroyed me. and i DESERVE TO BE FUCKING PISSED OVER THAT SO I FUCKING WILL BE IM FUCKING PISSED FUCK THIS YEAR FUCK MY ABUSER FUCK HER GODDAMN DEFENDERS FUCK THE BITCH WHO DAMNED ME HERE FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE IT'S NEVERENDING BULLSHIT AND IM TIRED OF ACTING LIKE ANYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME WAS OKAY OR THAT I HAVE TO BE OKAY WITH IT!! NONE OF IT WAS OKAY!! IM NOT FUCKING OKAY WITH IT!! NOBODY FUCKING WOULD BE!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[paleparearchive]

The Events of One Day

Monet's 2nd initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: city (evening & night) | Characters: Monet, Van Dyck

Monet: Haah, haah…

(Damn, the hell's with that guy? That's pretty far off my feet… But I'm trainin' every day to become like Manet-aniki. I'll definitely catch the culprit…!)

Stooooooop!

Purse snatcher: W… What's with that guy! He's getting closer and closer… Shit!

Monet: (! Is he gonna go somewhere with a lotta people? If he does that, I'll lose him!)

Ugh… I won't let yaaa!!

Purse snatcher: Woaah!?

Monet: Yeah! Gotcha…!

Child: Wow, that guy is amazing! Dad, did you see it just now!?

Father: Yeah, to think he would've jumped on the culprit. What a brave young man!

*applauses*

Monet: (I thought I was doin' the obvious, but... It's kinda embarrassin’ to have people clap for me.)

Woman: Excuse me…!

Monet: Ah, you… You're the owner of this bag, right?

Woman: Yes. Thank you so much for catching the culprit! I would very much like to thank you for your help…

Monet: Don't worry 'bout it. More importantly, I'm glad the bag's safe.

Van Dyck: Monet!

Monet: Oh, Van Dyck! You're too late. I caught the snatcher!

Van Dyck: Unlike you, I'm not so simple-minded. I called the police. Wait, did you really catch him? You're being too reckless…

Look, let's just hand over the culprit and this time let's go to the art supply store. I'm sure we can still get there in time…

Police: Excuse me, may I ask you to come with me to the station as a material witness?

Van Dyck: Uh? Listen, we're going to–

Monet: Understood! Ask us anythin'!

Van Dyck: Haah? You do realize we're running out of time, right? You can't even run a single errand, you're not a child.

Monet: I mean, runnin’ errands is one thing, but cooperatin' with the police's another thing, ain't it? As soon as we're done, we'll just head over there and it'll be fine. C'mon, let's go!

Van Dyck: W-Wait! Alright, I get it, don't pull my arm!

—

Monet: Cooperatin' in an investigation takes quite a bit of time, doesn't it? I thought it'd be quicker.

Van Dyck: … Listen, you're forgetting something important, aren't you?

Monet: Somethin' important…? Ah… The art supply store!? It's already closed! What am I gonna do…!

Van Dyck: I told you! You make too many cheap promises, Monet! If you respected them, I would've been back at the museum long ago, trying out my beauty products… This and that, it's all your fault!

Monet: Hahaha… When I see someone in trouble, I just can't leave 'em alone. I feel like I gotta do somethin' 'bout it. … My bad.

Van Dyck: Monet…

… Haah. Okay, I know, I went a little overboard too. It's not like you're doing anything wrong…

I can't help it, so I'll make a special exception for this once. I'll apologize to the deputy director with you.

Monet: For real!? Thanks, Van Dyck! Ya went along with me to the end for whatever reason, so you're a pretty sweet guy, aren't ya?

Van Dyck: W-Whaat? What are you talking about? I just ended up going out with you by chance.

Come on, let's go back quickly. I'm exhausted from being pushed around by you all day.

Monet: Gotcha!

[photoniccyclone]

Chasing Shadows pt 3 has some REALLY COOL implications for the rest of the show!

Alright lads, bear with me because I’m typing this on mobile but I just HAD to fawn over this.

Chasing shadows pt 3. Wow what an ending that has some really awesome implications for the future of the show!

Okay first of all, it’s very possible the dark mage Rayla finds may be Tressal since the description fits. That would be really cool because it would be the first ToX cameo in TDP! And having it be Tressal is just… YES!

Secondly, damn, Rayla was really gonna pursue him even after she realized it wasn’t Viren huh? 💀 Jeez calm down Ray 😂.

Third of all, during the ending, for the first time, Rayla is directly confronted with the other, more positive side of dark magic. First the ingredients she uncovers aren’t the horrific stuff she was expecting and next “Tressal” explains what they can be used for (and likely what he was intending to do with them) which includes healing wounds, illness and plagues and such. This is one of the arguments people like us have been making FOREVER and it’s so great to see it directly shown here and DIRECTLY referenced. But it actually also makes Rayla stop and CONSIDER what he’s talking about. Rayla is actually CHALLENGED ABOUT HER VIEW ON DARK MAGIC AND IT MAKES HER GO INTO THOUGHT!

I got so excited when I saw this! It shows me that Wonderstorm is finally ready to go full nuance with dark magic and not just have it be “Evil magic that must be exterminated”. I’ve been hoping that the ending to TDP wouldn’t suggest that dark magic needs to be eliminated, and everyone who wants to be a “good guy” needs to abandon dark magic completely. Instead hoping that it could be regulated to maintain as much of the positive impacts of dm as possible while minimizing the problematic sides and I just now, from this ending, got more hope that we will see something like that!

Just in general, in the entire volume 2 of reflections there have been a good number of stories that have been more sympathetic to the human plight. Aaravos’s story that kicked off volume 2 where it implies that humans were initially hunted for having any sort of magic at all (I made a post on that too). Then the Zubeia one which made Zubeia of all people admit that Avizandum went overboard, and that’s WITH all her bias, giving a formal acknowledgment from the show that… yes… Avi definitely wasn’t the best guy. And now we get this.

I feel this bodes VERY well for the future of the show especially with Sol Regem making his big return next season, and I’m excited to see where they take all these ideas in future seasons. It seems our hopes for TDP to give more light to Xadia’s wrongs have not been lost yet!

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Part 1.1: Pride

3,300 words - Tu Tela, Tigh Barrows, Sienne Pelet, Aeryn Meak

Warnings: fantasy discrimination (not racism or homo/transphobia, though it's adjacent in ways to magic ableism)

i completely forgot to explain in-world lmao but this wip is mostly for my dnd group, where we all know that NASA actually stands for "Neuroanatomical Augmentation in Superelectronic Advancement," it's basically for cyborg shit but it also involves things like the study of eximium (to be explained) which highly effects cyborg shit. look i went overboard a little, i came up with this acronym to replace real-world nasa years ago sksksk

anyway, here's the next chapter of Tu's part!

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When Tu first sees Tigh, she knows she was meant for Lust, because hot damn does he look pretty.

Then his coworker says “I’m Sienne!” in the most grating combination of a Canadian and southern accent Tu’s ever heard. “Where’re ya from, eh?”

That would be a hard question, if Tu wasn’t incredibly prepared for every single aspect of this assignment. “Moonviewe,” she says proudly.

Sienne frowns, little laugh lines crinkling the dark skin by her mouth. “Really? I used to live there! Didn’t know someone else had moved in after I left, I mean we get so few people…”

Of course Sienne would be one of the only ten people to live on Moonviewe. Fucking of course, she would. Tu watches as the wires sticking out of her two hair buns spark harmlessly. “I only lived there for a bit, but I consider it home,” Tu says politely, her voice sickly sweet.

“Huh,” Sienne says, shrugging carelessly. “That’s more than I ever cared for it!”

“So interesting,” Tu says. Her smile aches. “Anyway, I’m Tu. And you are..?” She leans forward, toward the man somewhat hiding behind Sienne.

“Tigh,” he says finally, stepping out from behind her. He smiles nervously. “Uh, Tigh Barrows. Nice to meet you.”

Tigh does not look like a scientist, let alone a successful one. He has fluffy, curly black hair that looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days, he’s wearing eyeliner that has been accidentally smeared and yet doesn’t quite cover the bags under his eyes, and his lab coat has an entire bottle of Redbull sticking out of the pocket.

He’s cute, though. Korean, dark eyes, genuine smile. Wearing a dark green hoodie and sinfully tight skinny jeans under his lab coat, black studs in his ears, bracelets around his wrists that jangle when he reaches out his hand for Tu to shake. He looks like he started on the goth aesthetic and then got bored halfway through. It kind of works, in a very… dorky kind of way.

“It is nice,” Tu says, somewhat dreamily, as she shakes his hand. Oh, here she goes again—she’s so prone to crushes, it’s insane. Well, but it’s nice, too, isn’t it? She’s not sure she’d give that particular trait away, even if she had the choice.

This time, though, it can’t go anywhere. This mortal will be in Hell by the end of the week; he’ll just be a pretty face passing by.

Works for Tu!

“Uh, so,” Tigh says, clearing his throat. Tu startles a little and drops his hand, but he just smiles. “How long have you been working here at NASA?”

“Oh, I’m a new hire,” Tu says brightly.

“A new-” Tigh’s smile turns strained. “Sorry, what?”

“What do you mean, a new hire!?” Sienne shrieks. “It took us years to get promoted to this department!”

“Seven years, precisely,” Tigh mumbles, his gaze fixed on the floor somewhere behind Tu. He doesn’t seem entirely there, his attention taken by the idea of Tu getting so far so fast. Oh, this assignment will be easy.

“Wow, such a long time!” Tu says. She uses her demon powers—which appear spectacularly similar to the broad magic a lucky few mortals possess—to make herself a simple blue chair to lounge on. “I didn’t even get an interview, weirdly.”

Tigh’s face looks tense, like he can’t decide whether to be awed, or angry, or hurt. Sienne makes the decision for him and scowls. “Oh. So you weren’t hired for your skills, you were hired for your magic,” she says dryly, unimpressed.

“Then again,” Tigh says weakly, trying to be optimistic, “it would be nice to have someone with magic around so our research could go more smoothly. I mean, if Tu’s willing, we could get blood samples and eximium scans from her instead of having to ask the supervisor for volunteers.” He looks up at Tu again, seeming to grow more excited as he speaks. “Wait, yeah, this could be great!”

Sienne grabs his shoulders, spinning him around to face her. “We worked up from interns, Tigh, and now she’s just barging in-”

“And she’s here now,” Tigh says pointedly, eyes flicking over to Tu for a second, “so there’s no point in making her feel bad for something she can’t help.”

Sienne is quiet for a moment. Then she huffs and shrugs. “Fine! Whatever you say, maverick.”

Tu freezes.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asks quietly.

“Maverick,” Sienne says, turning back to her with a broad smile. She doesn’t look teasing, or mean—just talking. “Blank slate, traddie, plastic, you get the gist. People without powers.”

“That’s a slur,” Tu says angrily, her blood boiling as she moves to her feet and takes a step closer to Sienne.

“Can it really be a slur when traditional people are the majority? You’re one of the five percent, sweetcheeks! Blank slate over here isn’t just the tradition or whatever, he’s the default!”

Tu’s arm shoots out to grab the lapels of Sienne’s lab coat and yank her closer. “Stop. Fucking. Calling him that.”

Tigh makes a startled noise and squeezes himself in between them, pulling Tu’s hands off Sienne’s coat and pushing Sienne away. “Hey, hey, it’s fine! Look, she’s traditional too—at least, she is now—and she’s kind of right—I mean, what does it matter?” He laughs anxiously, eyes flicking between the two girls. “I don’t mind, really, not from her.”

Tu narrows her eyes at Sienne, but then she crosses her arms and looks away. “You shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” she grumbles, but she doesn’t press.

(She remembers her mother, back from when she was alive. She remembers how her mother would praise her for continuing the family legacy of having magic, how her mother would force her into training sessions and interviews and PR fronts, how her mother would condemn all the crowds of ‘normal’ people with their lack of powers that made them so useless, how her mother would scream at her and put her into horribles situations and tell her how she’s not good enough and-)

(And, well, Hell is a relief compared to that.)

“Right,” Tigh says, grateful for the way out. “Well, compromise, right? Don’t say that kind of shit around Tu, Sienne. And Tu, don’t, uh… bodily attack your coworkers. Please.”

Tu figures this is not the kind of first impression she was intended to make. But, then again, maybe it’ll convince Tigh that he’s more deserving of the upcoming promotion than she is…? Either way, this certainly isn’t going to plan, and it makes Tu a little nervous. She nods her agreement to Tigh and tries to seamlessly move to one of the workstations, ending the conversation, and Tigh and Sienne let her. God, what a disaster.

Looking over the workstation, though, she finds she has absolutely no idea what to do. There are vials of variously-colored liquids, tiny machines she’s never even seen before, jars of powdered metal that might be the eximium that gives mortals magic. What is she supposed to do with any of us? She doesn’t even know how to pretend to be busy here.

So she decides to get to work on a second impression. She scans the room, feels a stab of gratefulness that Sienne and Tigh are now well separated, and then sidles up next to Tigh. “Hey,” she says quietly, almost a whisper. She’d rather Sienne not hear her. “I’m a little confused… but you seem to know what you’re doing. Could you help me out?”

“Sure,” Tigh says, seeming a bit confused himself but willing nonetheless. “What do you need help with?”

Tu laughs nervously. “Um… everything?”

“What do you mean? Like, is there a specific thing you’re confused about or-”

“All of it. Just, all of it. Maybe you could show me what to do…?”

Okay, fine. So maybe she’s flirting a little bit. But what’s the harm in that? Hell, this could help a lot. If she gets real close to him, praises him, compliments him, tells him he’s the best guy she’s ever known, that’ll definitely boost his pride! And so what if Tu gets something out of it as well? That’s just an unintended benefit.

“I mean… I guess?” Tigh moves over, allowing Tu to stand beside him. He sounds uncomfortable, but when Tu glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, he’s smiling with a light dusting of pink across his high cheekbones. Oh, she’s in.

He begins tinkering with a tiny machine part on the table, explaining as he goes. “This is part of one of my current projects,” he says. “It needed a better eximium sensor—wait, you know what eximium is, right?”

“‘Course I do,” she says, because who doesn’t? “But I like hearing your voice, so tell me anyway.”

Tigh’s blush gets heavier, and he fumbles the screwdriver in his hand for a second. “Uh- Right, sure, yeah! So, eximium is the metal that everyone has in their blood. It contributes to your immune system, but also—for a small bit of the population—it activates in such a way as to give you a very malleable sort of magic, or powers. Thing is, eximium is still a metal, which means that we can manipulate it with the right machines.”

“Which is what you’re doing,” she replies.

“What I’m trying to do,” he corrects her with a little smile. “It’s… not going so great. But, I mean, I’m making progress!”

“Tell me more about it?” she asks, leaning against the table.

He looks away, grinning. “You have to work at least a little bit,” he says teasingly.

“Well, if you insist,” Tu replies. She picks up a tiny screwdriver and starts poking at a motherboard.

“Wha- Stop, what are you doing?” Tigh asks through peels of laughter, and Tu pauses.

“I- I dunno? I’m copying you!”

“Why?” Tigh asks, seeming even more amused.

“I don’t know! I just… I wasn’t really given a goal here!”

Tigh shakes his head in a way that Tu might call fond, if they’d known each other for a little bit longer. “Okay,” he says, putting his work down to turn his full attention to her. “Tell me about your magic.”

“Oh.” She tries to reign in her surprise and reply normally. “Uh… It’s transmutation, mostly. My favored magic turns air into solid air, in basically any shape. I can use it to ‘fly,’ to shield myself, to-”

“Create things?”

“Yeah, why?”

Tigh pushes Tu’s motherboard and tiny screwdriver further onto the table, clearing a space in front of her. “How intricate can you get?”

“Very,” Tu brags with a little smirk. She waves her hand, and a perfect replica of the motherboard appears on the table, made of light blue solid air.

“Amazing,” Tigh whispers, breathing out in awe. “Holy shit, Tu. Okay, so- Maybe you can try to create something with your solid air, instead of with the parts we have lying around?”

“Huh,” Tu says. She’s used to being told to use her magic before anything else, but this feels… different? This feels like seeking out her talents to make things easier on her rather than forcing her to be the best she can be with magic. It still stings a little, but… she’s willing to hear him out. “What do I create, then? Anything?”

“They didn’t tell you what your job was, apparently,” Tigh says, almost in a grumble. “Which means you’re free to go buckwild. Who’s gonna stop you? The supervisors who didn’t even give you a lick of guidance?” He shrugs. “Might as well take advantage of it until they catch on. Just make something cool.”

“Something cool,” Tu echoes, considering. “Hmm… okay. I will.”

Tigh doesn’t ask her to go back to an empty workstation. He doesn’t try to shoo her away. They work side by side, and when Tigh has to move to a different area for parts or tools or data, she moves with him. He smiles down at his work every time.

Whenever Sienne bumps into them or joins them at a table, she is infuriatingly friendly. She jokes with Tu (Tu does not joke back), she smiles at Tu, hell, she even flirts with Tu a couple times! And she just won’t stop. Tigh doesn’t seem to think this is anything out of the ordinary, so maybe she’s like that with everyone? But that doesn’t make it any less annoying, considering Tu kind of hates her more every time she opens her mouth.

“Hey,” Tu says when the work day is almost over—it’s amazing how fast it flew by. She thought this part would be really boring, but it wasn’t. Not at all. “I moved here for the job… I don’t suppose you could show me around town? Maybe take me out for coffee?”

Tigh lights up, and Tu can’t help but grin. “Oh, hell yeah! We can go to CC Brews, my friends co-own the place,” Tigh says brightly.

“Sounds perf-”

“Sienne can come too!”

Tu’s eyes twitches.

“Ohhh,” she says, her smile feeling sharp. “Cool. That sounds so great.”

Tigh doesn’t notice a damn thing wrong, apparently, because he just nods with that big smile on his face as he packs up his things. “You wanna walk there now? It’s not too far from the NASA complex.”

“Sure,” Tu says, resigning herself to her fate. “Why not.”

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Sienne leads most of the conversation herself for the entire walk to the coffee shop, which is at the very top of Crown Street, where it intersects with Eximiott Plaza. Tigh tries to include Tu whenever he can, but Sienne seems intent on making her as uncomfortable as possible. Tu wishes she was a Lust demon just so it would hurt even more when she rejected Sienne.

(Is she pretty? Yes. Fine, yes. Is she annoying? Oh god yes. Tu thinks there’s no recovering from that level of obnoxiousness.)

When they finally reach CC Brews, though, the look on Tigh’s face is almost worth it. He looks like he’s coming home.

(Not that Tu would know the feeling. How should she know what home is meant to feel like when she’s only ever been judged by her glory?)

“Tigh!” shouts a cheery man’s voice, and then a short, plump man with bright red hair and a face full of freckles bursts through the glass doors of the shop. He waves ecstatically at Tigh and then runs to meet him, throwing his arms around the scientist and squeezing him tightly.

Tigh laughs, hugging him back with a pleased look on his face. “Hey, Aeryn. Rough day?”

“No, but Nora’s busy and you haven’t visited in days,” the guy pouts. Damn, he’s cute too. Every day Tu gets closer to applying for Lust. …Not really. “I’m lonely.”

“Well, good news,” Tigh says, pulling away. “I’m here, and I bought friends!”

“Come on in then!” Aeryn says, gesturing for Tu and Sienne to follow him inside. He seats them at a table near the counter, and pats Sienne on the shoulder with one hand while he digs a notebook out of his pocket with the other. “Nice to see you again, Sienne. And you are…?”

“Tu,” Tu replies. She winks. “Very nice meeting you too.”

Aeryn giggles and takes their orders, but Tu notices that Tigh looks a bit… tense? Once Aeryn leaves, she focuses on Tigh and tries to send thoughts into his mind—a demon power she rarely needs to use, but she did say she’d do her best on this assignment. She’d better use her strongest techniques.

You’re so much better than Aeryn, Tu blasts into Tigh’s head, careful to make it sound like his own voice. Why is she flirting with him?

Tigh furrows his eyebrows. Sienne looks between him and Tu in confusion, but then Tigh shakes his head and looks up, giving Tu a slightly strained smile. “Uh, do you- would you want Aeryn’s number?”

“Oh,” Tu says, frowning. Well, that… didn’t go as planned. “No thanks. I’d rather hang out with you at the moment.”

It’s not the end of the world. She just wasn’t trying hard enough; she didn’t think it’d be a hard sell. Next time, she’ll put more weight into it!

“So!” she says loudly, ready to dive back into normal conversation. “Tell me more about this science shit, pretty boy.”

Tigh blushes. “I- There’s not much to tell,” he stammers. “I’m sure you remember the basics from wherever you went to college for eximium and augmentation stuff.”

“Oh, but we’re going way beyond the basics,” Sienne boasts, leaning back on her chair with her hands on her hips. “I’m working on nanotech for surgeries, and Tigh over here is doing finishing touches on a metal-clearer.”

“A what?” Tu asks, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s actually called a Magic Rake,” Tigh butts in uncertainly.

“And it’s brilliant!” Sienne trills.

Tigh blushes, taking a quick moment to glare at Sienne. “I’m- Look, I’m still working out the kinks,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “But I’m getting closer! At least it does the job now, even if it’s not always that reliable.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s amazing work,” Tu says, trying to urge him on. “Like Sienne said. Brilliant.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that,” Tigh laughs.

Tu opens her mouth to tell him otherwise, but then Aeryn appears with their drinks. He burned her espresso on purpose, just like she requested, and she greedily gulps it down before he can even set down the second cup she asked for. Aeryn laughs good-naturedly, and Tu grins up at him.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Always,” Tu replies, and Tigh laughs in agreement—Aeryn scrounged up an entire Redbull from god knows where to bring to Tigh—and the conversation moves from there. Tu never has a chance to move it back to Tigh’s supposed aptitude for eximium science.

…She has a good time though. She has a really good time. She goes back to her temporary apartment afterward, and for a moment, she forgets to think about the assignment at all. She just thinks about how damn nice it is that Tigh must thinks she’s the world’s biggest disaster when it comes to NASA’s science, and yet he still seems to like her. She knew fuck-all about the job she’s supposed to be good at, she didn’t show off the magnitude of her magic, by all means she came off as completely useless-

And he likes her anyway.

Tu shakes the thought from her head. Wow, she met a person who wasn’t a dick. It’s not that new, not that shiny and special; she has friends in Pride who like her well enough, she has Izzy who couldn’t care less about her magic or her Tempting statistics. Still, Izzy has to stay in the Circle of Sloth most of time, so they don’t get to visit each other that often, and all of Tu’s friends in Pride are more of work friends than anyone else.

Tigh has friends who feel like a family, who he can tease and joke with and love without fear. And he accepted her into that group without thinking twice.

It doesn’t matter, Tu tells herself again. It’ll just make the job a bit more… enjoyable? Kind?

She’ll get through it. She’ll win, she’ll be the best damn demon Miss Lane has ever seen, she’ll solve this cold case in a couple of weeks, max!

She marks a date on her calendar, three weeks from now on the 24th of May. Bam. By then, she’ll be ready to return to Miss Lane with the good news.

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[memes-against-dark-joker]

You know how I made that “being Kanon is suffering” meme?

I’ve realized that in NARSOS, being Kanon really is suffering. I mean, think about it. He lost his home planet and presumably his parents, the girl he loves is dying, he’s slowly dying as well (in the early part of the show), people are constantly attacking him, his only hope is a naive 10-year-old who keeps falling for the bad guys’ traps and doesn’t really take her role seriously (at first), he loses a fight and gets blinded, his butler/only companion from Queen Earth is killed, he gets kidnapped and tied to a cross and killed slowly, then gets brought back to life by Buros to be his minion, he does terrible things to the friends he grew to care about, Buros ties him up with vines and brainwashes him even more before straight-up possessing him and using his body to try to kill Ririka and co, and even when he’s freed and gets to return to Queen Earth, Helena is still dying and he’s presumably so wracked with guilt that he can’t bear to stay on Earth. And then he has to tell Ririka to basically kill herself, he watches her do it, and he agrees to wipe everyone’s memories of her…

Damn, Kanon really can’t catch a break, can he?

Wow, I went a bit overboard there. Anyway, I was going to say that I’m planning to make a series of “being Kanon is suffering” memes, maybe even one for each episode if I can find enough material. I’ll tag them all as “being Kanon is suffering”

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I need to say but you kind of fixed my art block. In the art I made for you I tried things I never done before. And while they won't look different from most of my arts, they gave my creations so much color and life, I literally see the changes in new one I made. Just seeing the "bland" sketch gain flat colors, dirty shadows and with a bit of new knowledge make it into something pretty, wow. I mean, it also maybe something about art block itself too, since I believe they happen in the biggest leaps in ones journey, but it doesn't change the fact that it happened the moment I made my first damn full art with lightning and such in AGES. Holy shit, thank you for inspiring me so much l;fkdsl;fs

Sowwy it got so random, I went overboard with my emotions flkdmslfgadjmlvd

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA / VPOS

This made me happy jump so much!!!! Aaaaaaaa sjdjssksgskfsjsfs omg this made me so happy knowing this <:D i feel like a muse of somekind now, helping you with your art slvsosgslshsks

Its ok to feel overwhellming emotions *pat pat pat*

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Rivaereri First Times Event 2023 Day 6 Prompt: First Kid

The Gift of the Stork

Summary: Newlyweds Eren and Levi finds themselves welcoming a baby earlier than anticipated

Eren stared at the pregnancy test, unbelieving that it's positive.  He's only had one heat after getting off birth control and the doctor had warned that it might take a few tries for the birth control to fully leave his system and the pregnancy takes.  It turns out that it only needed one try.  His alpha and husband of two months would gloat non-stop when he finds out.

Speaking of his husband, the door to their apartment opened and Eren could hear "I'm home!" from Levi.  

"I'm in the bedroom!" Eren replied.  Levi came into the bedroom hold a bottle of fancy wine.  

"It's a late wedding present from Pixis, the boss's boss," Levi showed off the wine to Eren.  It looked expensive.  "What do you say that we have a romantic stay in this weekend and try it out."

"I'm afraid I can't drink wine right now, I'm having nausea."  Eren said.

"Oh, did you catch a stomach bug or something?"  Levi sound mildly concerned.  "Then we'll wait until you are better."

"It's not a stomach bug, and I don't think the nausea is going away soon."  Eren replied.  Levi is starting to look alarmed, but Eren pressed on, "in fact the nausea probably won't go away for nine months."  Eren then held out the positive pregnancy test to Levi.

Levi stared at the pregnancy test and the words "nine months" running over his mind, trying to put two and two together.  Finally, the light bulb one on and Levi looked up at his mate, scarcely believing the news.

"You're pregnant?"  Eren nodded, suddenly shy.  "I thought the doctors said it might take several heats for a pregnancy to succeed?"

"I guess your sperm is stronger than expected."  Levi's inner alpha is already preening, knocking up his omegas so soon after being officially mated.  The news finally sunk in for Levi and he smiled so wide his face hurt, rushing to shower Eren with hugs and kisses.  There was hardly any sleep to be had that night, the couple way too excited about the changes coming to their lives.

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After the initial trimester of morning sickness and fatigue, Eren's pregnancy is proceeding smoothly.  There are the usual weird cravings that had Levi trying to find exotic foods in the middle of the night, and Eren had some crises about gaining weight and "becoming fat" when he started showing.  Levi reassured him by insisting that nothing is sexier for an alpha than an omega becoming round with his child, which is true for him at least.  He's glad they've talked about it before and both agreed that they want more than one kid.

Levi managed these challenges incredibly well, making his omega happy and content.  By far Levi's favorite aspect of Eren being pregnant is the omega's increased libido.  The alpha's only happy to give his mate as much cock as he wants, knotting him multiple times a day.  The pregnancy has given Eren an ethereal glow about him and Levi can't help but fall in love with his omega even more.  

The first time the baby kicked Levi's hand while he's stroking Eren's belly, he started jumping around in excitement.  Eren told him that the baby recognizes Levi's voice, so Levi has taken to reading to Eren's bump before bed.  Levi's soothing voice never failed to make Eren fall in love with his alpha even more.

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"Damn! You're huge!" Jean remarked as he dropped the baby shower present into the omega's hands.  Eren's friends piled into the apartment with presents in hand.  Eren at the center, glowing with happiness.  

"When are you due?" Sasha asked.

"In about a month and I can't wait," Eren replied, "pregnancy has it's perks but I ready for it to be over and meet the baby."

"Wow, this place is all baby proofed!" Armin exclaimed, always the one to notice the small things.

"Levi started working on it as soon as he found out."  Eren beamed, his arms are now overflowing with presents.

Eren was the first of their friend group to be expecting a baby, and everyone is excited, so they went overboard with the first friend group baby shower.  When the baby shower is over, the apartment was overflowing with presents.  

Levi insisted Eren rest while he cleaned up the mess the party left and more than a few times he thought that they need a bigger place.  Of course, they were planning to buy a house before starting to have babies, but oh well, best laid plans and all.

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A month after the baby shower, Eren woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, as soon as he got out of bed, his water broke.  He must have made some noise because the next thing he knows, Levi sprang out of bed and grabbed the duffel bag full of hospital supplies and ushered Eren in the car.  They made it to the hospital in record time.

The delivery went smoothly, and the baby arrived in no time, a beautiful baby girl that they named Lucy.  The perfect angel is currently suckling on Eren's breast, drinking big gulps of milk while Levi took what felt like a million picture, refusing to miss a single moment of the miraculous event.

After all the medical stuff are sorted out and mother and baby are in perfect health, Eren and the baby are finally ready to leave the hospital and come home.  Levi made sure their little apartment is spic and span to welcome the new addition of their family.  Everything perfect except for the fact that the apartment is too small with the new baby.  Levi decided to ask Eren if he's ready to move into a house.

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I always thought Iwaizumi was hard to write for since he’s so stoic but also hyper at the same time? I mean it’s clear he’s a dom but what is it about his personality that u think makes him easier to write for than other characters? I find him and Oikawa to be particularly difficult, and I think tsukki is a less challenging character to write for? Sorry that’s a whole rant but I’m curious to know ur thoughts

ok baby this is gonna be a little big okay but like firstly I just want to say never apologize for ranting on me I love it, I crave it, it gives me LIFE -- always feel welcome to rant on my asks <3

secondly, rant under the read more bc it’s big 🥺🥺

I think for me Tsukki is easier because on 1) we have lots of interaction and canon content on him, specifically focused on his growth and his key aspects are very clearly stated -- we know he’s (a little bitch) snarky, very intelligent while also being competitive, easily lashes out and have deep, internalized self-doubt and trust issues. Now, with this I think I can have a nice grasp on him and then feel more secure about writing him, making it easier for me. 

Also I love the fucking beanpole salty bitch, can’t help it, he was my first real crush on hq 💘

I'm also not good when writing Oiks, reason why I only use him sometimes and in small scenes. But I do think it has to do with me not being so into him? Like I have the key traits from him, and I can write him platonically but like a whole thing from him? idk, it doesn’t flow. 🤷🏼

Did you notice I've left Iwa for last? That's bc he's the CHERRY ON TOP and I'll RANT AISJAISJ Ok so like, he's not easy to write, I think I just love him and think about him a lot that's why I feel like he's easy; also it's mostly like the iwaizumi in my head is an easy guy for me to write and while he may resemble canon idk if he's all *that* in character yk? IAJIAJSIA does this make sense??

But let's go, rant about why I think he's an easy dude for me:

- I relate a lot with Iwaizumi, specifically the part of being under someone's whos brilliant and feeling like you're lacking, having the self-doubt eating away in your head despite the fact you don't normally let it out but on contrary, you actually try to work hard and get shit done while being responsible. 

- I also relate to being the responsible one in a group, looking over everyone else, and being reliable, all while dealing with my own shit yk?

- I don't think Iwa is stoic as I think he's a serious dude. He's responsible, faithful, a bit aggressive, a good observer, and playful (tho I feel like not right away, it requires a bit of intimacy). He's also a great, strong senpai and I LOVE HIM OKAY!  🥺💕💕

- I also don't think of him as hyper as I think of him as a normal guy, with friends and passions and hobbies, and a super cute nerd (TIMESKIP! SPOILER) as we could see from him just WHIPPING OUT THE BOOK by Ushi's dad to point out what he likes, like???? who fucking carries a book about workout regimen like that? The nerd that is Iwaizumi Hajime, that's who!!! (END SPOILER)

- Iwa is a lot on his head all while seemingly perfect outside, doing his shit, looking over Oiks and helping his friends and it felt really close to me, reason why I'm so deep inside iwaizumi hajime hell and proudly so.

OH AND LIKE, I didn't even go about him being dom and all IAJSIAJSAI look, yes, I feel the dom vibes -- I'm a whole bottom for him too, but I think iwa would also be into soft, looking-into-your-eyes lovemaking and I'm here for ALL OF IT. I just love him a lot okay 🥺🤧💕

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nene!!