#god i LOVE TALKING ABOUT THISSS CAN YOU TELL

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

[teddybeartoji]

omg no wait bc you and higu would be so cute i actually wanna hear all about it. i think he would benefit from a little silly and you certainly could fulfill that role!!! im actually obsessed..... pls share any thoughts you have 🤲

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEE HII PERCE MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE SUCH AN ANGELLL AAAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME ON THISSS HEHEHEHEHHE:33333

SOOO ME AND HIGUUUU😭😭😭 this is a bit silly bc it's not like a real Real selfship yet okay... i don't actually know him all that well so i don't feel like i can yk officially make it into one but you just wait........ it'll become real soon enough..............

OKOKOK SO WE ALL HAVE TO SAY A BIG THANK U TO MY FRIEND ARI @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat BC THEY KIND OF PUSHED ME INTO THAT😭😭😭 i think we were just talking about who of the new character i'd love and then they said that higu would definitely be one of the faves and well.. i am not disagreeing at all he seems so fucking funny and just an absolute sweetheart!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soooo my friend brought up the idea of me being like an intern at his law firm and............................ i folded immediately what can i say. (btw this got so long. uhm. prepare yourself?)

so imagine mickey the errand boy and higu the lawyer man:33 it all starts out super fucking slow btw (every single one of my ships is a slowburn what the fuck anyway). i am very excited to be there,, i think this sort of a job is very perfect for me aaand i think he'd find my enthusiasm very.. interesting lmao in a good way!!!! bc yk who the fuck is excited abt printing out papers and shit??!!! mee:3333

he always tells me that i can go home (cough that i can go home on time.. cough) but i refuse!!!!!!! how am i gonna leave him here all alone smhhh so i always help him finish everything he needs to get done (or at least everything i can help with yk?) aand then we go to this burger place that's just like around the corner to finally eat something and aaah idk it just feels very good with him. like very casual. the first like ten to twenty minutes are usually spent in silence just bc we're both tired and just wanna gulp down our food,, but when we're done with those.. we're talking abt the silliest stuff!!!!!!!!!! he tells me abt his cats. i know he has them ok. canon. in my head. he has two. their names are corkscrew and matilda. (????????????????)( don't ask) he tells me abt how they seems to like to tussle a lot and it makes him a bit nervous bc what if they don't get along but then they're cuddling a minute later and wheww it's all good. i love listening to him ramble btw. it's not like he does that all too often, but when he's tired he kind of spitballs a bit more and i think it's very endearing:333

and then he ofc apologizes for said ramble while tugging on his tie to loosen it up a little. he's so hot. anyway. and then he almost BEGSSS for me to talk to him too. about anything. it's very hard to feel insecure about talking too much with him bc he literally keeps telling me that he loves listening to me....................... perce what if i die

i'm making this other thing ari talked abt canon too bc oh my god their brain is huge. sooo one day. higu is late to work. and he's never late??????? had me thinking that he literally fucking dies or smth yk??? like he wouldn't answer his phone and it was just pouring outside omfg i was so fucking worried. pacing around the office, just calling him again and again and again. and then the door opens and there he is!!!!!!!!!!! COMPLETELY DRENCHEDDDDD like from head to toe, holding his coat weirdly of over his head and body idk he looked so silly (and cute). he apologized to some of the other workers before meeting my gaze and hurrying over and before i could even ask anything,, he opens his coat aND CAT!!!!!!!!!! HE HAD A FUCKING KITTEN???????? IN HIS HANDS?????????????????????????????????? HELLO???????????????????????????????? SIR????????????????????????

and then he literally just handed me the little critter asking whether i could look after it while he's working?????????????????? i was just so baffled bc wHAT. but i obviously took that task very seriously. i tried to clean up the kitty and made him like a make-shift bed from my own hoodie. and then after he got himself a cup of coffee (btw he spent almost no time on drying himself oh my god he's a bit of a loser isn't he...)(he has my heart<3) aaaaaand when he finally sat down behind his desk and looked through the glass wall...

and he just saw me holding the bundled up little kitty to my face while i just stare at it. HE WAS JUST SO CUTE OK I NEEDED TO JUST LOOK AT IT FOR SOME TIME I LOVE CATS OK!!!!!!!!!! that made him smile though. bc he loves cats too:333 btw we just send each other cat pics too. like very randomly. he's just a room away and he's sending them to me instead of just.. idk coming over to my table to show them to me in person??? he's a workaholic ok. ahgsahgshasga i love himmmm

OKOK ANYWAY THIS IS LIKE SO MUCH INFO I'M SORRY FOR THE WORDVOMIT LMAO but i really really do like him and this little thing i have going on with him... we're still in a weird little zone between coworkers and friends and ????????????? but we're both okay with that we're not pushing anything we just do whatever feels comfortable<333333333

BUT WAHHH THANK YOU AGAIN FOR INDULGING ME ON THIS PERCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SMOOCHING YOU SO VERY HARD RN HEHEHEHHEEE!!!!!!! I HOPE UR HAVING THE BEST DAY EVER MY LOVE!!!!!!!

[mageofseven]

Heyyy! I NEED an Obey me matchup!

You can match me with any of the boys! (referring to both groups, just like you mentioned in the guidelines)

Okie so, I don't really have hobbies. I prefer to go with the flow, so I have fleeting interests. Nowadays, I'm into graphic designing, but its just a way for me to pass time.

I'm an ISTP-T, basically the ones who wanna be different (ik about the pick me energy here).

I'm a January aquarius, so I am very sensitive. I am a really good person at heart, like- no joke here, I'd probably go out of my way to help others. My moonsign is Taurus- so yk how aggressive i can be if I want, but I only show aggression if I see some injustice happening ( no, not the "heroic" kind of injustice: I'll just probably help you if I saw someone being a Karen to you). I'm basically the kind of anon who would sends asks to just check on you🤷‍♀️

Personality wise, I am kinda fluid. I generally match the energy of the person with whom I'm interacting- you wanna be an introvert, imma be an introvert. You wanna party? I'll get the drinks. That's the sort of person I am. So far, I've had no problem making friends (thank god for that). I do have my Karen moments tho. I am not the type of person who will be rude to someone randomly, but if you wanna pick a fight then square up~

One bad trait about me is that I can talk too much. Like, sometimes I do not even realise! And I end up over sharing with strangers?

A few random things—I'm a dog person, I lie a lot (but only the kind of lie which won't result in something irreversibly bad). I'm a college student studying science. I love all guys with glasses, no hinting at any particular character tho. I own a llama plushie and a Teddy bear, both are well loved and have their own names.

My current obsession is Obey me, all characters are so cool, I love all of them so so much!( Luke as a son obvio!)

That's all ig. I hope it wasn't too long...and if it's too long then I'm sorry! I tend to get carried away sometimes! Also, it's totally okay to say no to a matchup! (Because I have such a problematic personality, I can understand if you refuse!)

I don't need an anon name but imma use it to thank you later in case you write thisss- so I will be ❄️ anon!

Awww you sound so cute! And honestly, one man consistently came to mind as I read your info.

I pair you with...

Asmodeus

I feel like Asmo is also generally a person who likes to go with the flow of things to the point where different interests come and go (well, interests other than those related to his beauty or health at least). I think he'd also appreciate a partner who could match his energy and wavelength.

With you being a January Aquarius, it tells me that you're a very upfront, progressive, and caring person, but also very fun loving. All traits I think Asmo would appreciate! And no worries, sweetie, there's no such thing as telling Asmo 'too much' and he'll honestly love how you're so comfortable with him to go in depth with things.

I'll admit, Asmo probably knows very little about science so much of that would go over his head, but if you learn something in class that you find really fascinating, please tell him about it! After all, it's not about what you say, but that you're enjoying what you're talking about; to him, that's enough~

[riceofthepuffedvariety]

oh my god i would LOVE to talk to you about the process for that piece okay so

starting with gem!! god i love her earrings i wish they had fit in the final piece 😭😭 the skirt i tried to go for a little bit of that polish embroidered flowers look? it looked a lot better w the original design but unfortunately the rest kinda looked bad lol.. um okay so also she has like. a LOT of jewelry in this one mainly on her horns but that just didnt make it in

for pearl im actually really happy with the design and how she actually turned out, unfortunately the fishnets just didnt make it in 😔also i forget who but i ABSOLUTELY stole the crescent highlight hair from someone its just such a pretty touch

for the actual AU i was kinda gonna go with a sci-fi, neon, cyberpunk-y vibe and have them be like magical space explorers but then i looked back at your request again and realized that the like urban fantasy works WAYYY better with their designs and characters etc. the one thing that carried over was gem's general outfit shape, which is why she ended up sliiiightly more futuristic-looking

ANYWAYS rant over im so so glad you liked your gift :3 id love to chat w you more abt stuff like this in the future!!

-@seldans

AYYYYY i love everything about thisss

They are so pretty and so. Detailed? I can just tell that there was so much thought put into it its sooooo GOOD

And I'd love to talk more, would you mind if i sent ya a message on discord? @seldans (sorry for the tag i just dont think you get notifs for anon asks?)

[aberfaeth]

I would like to ask your thoughts. If you want to share. I am curiousssss

AHHH OK I TALKED ABT LEVERAGE CM CROSSOVER HERE AND HERE BUT OBVIOUSLY I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS. BRAIN ROTTED ETC

the sheer potential that a collective encounter with mcsweeten and taggert has. the bau has a job in portland and mcsweeten, who has been to the brewpub (db cooper job), is like Oh I Know A Great Place We Can Eat After We Crack The Case. the bau team says sure why not. parker and hardison are, of course, there.

mcsweeten: “oh, agents hagen and thomas! so crazy to run into you!”

morgan, beyond delighted: “agents hagen and thomas. so good to meet you”

hardison: “there’s no chance you don’t tell penelope about this, huh”

morgan, grinning: “what do you think”

additionally, emily who has worked with sterling at interpol and just hates his fucking guts so much. during their first double team up eliot is a bit wary of her, of all of them, until the crew mentions sterling and she goes “oh that dude SUCKS” and he does a full 180 instant trust instant adoration

hotch keeps trying to recruit hardison, very subtly. he knows it’s never gonna happen and he knows that they’d never catch him like they caught penelope because penelope sort of wanted to be caught. but like he has to try.

on the flipside sophie keeps wheedling emily about playing for their team just one more time. “like in marseille, darling, don’t you remember?” and emily’s like “i will cut my feet off before i wear heels that high ever again. don’t try it”

jj and hardison trading parenting tips until she realizes he’s talking about parker2000 his robot parker2000

parker and spencer instantly click. penelope and hardison are delighted by this until they realize they haven’t seen either one in hours because they’ve been sitting in a corner, rapid fire trading off knowledge about lockpicking (which spencer will definitely use to get himself into trouble, penelope is sure of it) and portland’s traffic patterns (parker does NOT need an excuse to skip out on any more red lights)

rossi tries thief juice and sort of has an aneurysm. nate sympathetically pats him on the back.

[miiracleangel]

midnight moments

with the hot middle blocker squad

Suna, Tsukishima, Mattsun, Kuroo and Tendo

how i feel some midnight talks with some of our favorite middle blocker boys would go.

⚠︎︎ light nsfw and mentions of nsfw but it’s mainly fluff and chaos with tendo

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Suna

Your lift your head up from your boyfriends chest to look at the time.

2:34am

“Fuck me” you whisper to yourself annoyed

“How can you think about fucking at a time like this” your boyfriend sleepily asks startling you. Moving his body from under you and flipping you both over with his body hovering over yours.

“ You scared me, i didn’t know you were up” you said while looking wide eyed at the ceiling while your boyfriend starts kissing at your neck and trailing down your chest before coming to a halt.

“Wait so you didn’t say that to me?”

“No Rin I was mostly talking to myself but please continue” you say quietly and amussed.

“Fuckkk thattt i’m going back to sleep” he says as a pout forms on your face watching him lay his head on your chest.

“Talk to me Rin”

“about?”

“anything”

“Alright well today Osamu “accidentally” rolled the ball cart into Astumu today and instead of apologizing Osamu punched Atsumu in the face”

“Wh-“

“Apparently Atsumu ate Osamus breakfast instead of making his own and that was his revenge”

“which one is Atsumu and which one is Osamu again”

“I don’t know”

“Rin what” he lets out a breathy laughs at your response. “Osamu has the grey hair, Atsumu has the yellow hair” he answers

“When did you finally realize you can tell them both appear?”

“two days ago”

“oh my god Rin”

“I’m playing it’s been awhile, it’s not exactly hard to tell them apart.” he mumbles. His fatigue soon taking over.

“I keep mixing up their names” you tell your boyfriend as he reaches for his phone and starts scrolling through it and brings it to your face.

“You took a video instead of stopping them?”

“yes”

“why”

“That requires me to actually do something about the situation instead of enjoy it”

“Alright Rin” you laugh as he lifts his body up to lay back next to you, laying on his stomach with a arm laid lazily across your chest. Soon sleep starts to creep upon you as well.

“Rin?”

“Sleep hoe damn”

“You’re next to be punched” he laughs at your quick remark and scoots closer to you so now you’re face to face and he plants a kiss on your lips.

“sleep” *kiss* “sleep” *kiss* “sleep-“

“I love you” you interrupt as you turn on your side to face him. Eyes closed, sleep finally taking over.

Your boyfriend smiles at your sleeping form and kisses your lips

“I love you too”

Tsukishima

“Oh my god go to sleep it’s 3am”

“cuddle me”

“why”

“Because i can’t sleep and i’m asking nicely”

Your boyfriend huffs and turns around in your bed to face you and pulls you to his chest.

“Thank you” you mumble snuggling closer to him.

“I’m gonna move”

“Don’t you dare Kei”

“Too late i’m moving” he says as he moves to lay on his back. “Now i can’t fall back asleep” he huffs.

“Wanna talk about something?” you ask moving your head to his chest as he put a hand on your back.

“Sure how about we talk about the fact my needy baby woke me up for absolutely no reason”

“ I’m gonna pretend you weren’t trying to make me sound annoying because you called me baby” you remark at him.

“You’re a pain” he remarks back

“And yet here you are next to me” you spit back.

He always loved these kinds of talks with you just back and forth with each other always wanting the last word.

He won’t admit it though you’ll use that shit against him.

“I’m here because you wanted to date me” he continues.

“You asked me out”

“You said yes”

“I should’ve said no”

“You really should’ve” he says making you both laugh at your antics.

“Believe it or not i actually like you and enjoy your presence” you say lifting your head up from his chest and resting your chin on him instead. Seeing him smile to himself while looking up at the ceiling.

“Believe it or not” he says looking down at your face, rubbing the back of his hand on your cheek.

“I’m actually in love with you”

“That’s gross Kei” you say laughing as you scoot up to lay your head in the crook of his neck and start drifting to sleep. “I’m pretty sure i’m more in love with you though”

“That’s embarrassing” he adds

“I know” were your last mumbled words before you fell asleep leaving your boyfriend to cuddle with your sleeping form. Sleep creeping upon him as well.

“I definitely love you more” he whispers into your forehead before planting a kiss on it.

Mattsun

“Issei...Issei” you repeat your boyfriends name while poking at his nose.

“Two more minutes mom” he says with a smile on his face, opening one eye to see your pouty face.

“Awww does my widdle babie have twouble sweeping” he jokingly says with a baby voice earning a eyeroll and a smile from you. He turns over so you both are facing each other.

“Did i wake you up”

“Yeah but i woke up to your dumb face so it’s okay”

“I hate you” he laughs at your reaction and starts kissing your nose between his words.

“i’m kidding i love your face” he says smiling at the end. “You wanna talk about something”

“Like what babe” you say, your big eyes staring at him through the dark room.

“let’s play 20 questions”

“Goodnight Issei”

“I’ll start, what’s your favorite color?”

You look at your boyfriend with dead eyes.

“Y/f/c, but you knew that right”

“of course i did baby” he says with a light giggle. “okay youre turn”

“What’s your favorite food”

“ those cheese filled burger steak things, but you knew that right?” he says making fun of your last remark.

you giggle “of course i did baby”

“Okay Issei next questi-“

“Are you a virgi-“

“you know the answer to that already Issei”

“shit you right” he laughs out at he goes to hover above you and starts kissing your lips.

he flips you both over so your straddling his hips, his hands roam over your ass. Fingers tracing along the hem of your underwear as you rub your clothed slit against his growing bulge

You break the kiss and sit up, stopping your movements

Mattsun let’s out a light groan “no baby keep goin-“

“My turn, if Makki was a girl would you fuck him?”

he looks at you surprised.

“depends”

“ON WHAT”

“If he has a fat ass then maybe but if he’s as flat as he is right now then no”

you look at your boyfriend dumbfounded

“unless i’m with you then obviously not unless...”

“unless what babe?” you ask moving your body to lay next to him with your head on his chest.

“threesom-“

“good night Issei” you move to your side of the bed and face away from him as he has a laughing fit.

“no baby come back next question”

you huff “Last question” you say as he sees sleep is starting to take over your mind.

He smiles at your sleepy face “How much do you love me” he asks tracing your facial features with his fingers.

“Like THIS much” you say extending your arms as far as they go.

“Well i love you THISSS much” he says extending his longer arms the same way you did then he pulls you to lay on his chest as you soon drift to sleep.

“i love you” you mumble

“cap”

“issei”

“i love you too baby”

Kuroo

You huff as you leave your room to go get a drink in the kitchen only to be met with the time on the stove

2:38am

after your drink you slowly make your way back to your room to be met with your shirtless boyfriend sitting up on your bed.

“can’t sleep” he asks as he pulls you to lay your head on his lap as you shake your head at his question. “Talk to me”

“That’s what i’m doing right now”

“well keep talking”

he rubs his hand through his hair “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know Tetsu tell me a joke” you say sarcasticlly just to get your boyfriend to say anythjng.

“I’d tell you a chemistry joke”

“Tetsuro”

“But i know i wouldn’t get a reaction” he says belting out his cackling laugh as you turn your head to look at him.

“nerd” you said to yourself loud enough for him to hear.

“You tell me a joke then”

“What do you do to your chemistry nerd boyfriend who keeps saying bad chemistry jokes?”

“i don’t know y/n”

“you BARIUM alive”

Kuroo laughs even louder at your joke causing you to sit up and smile at his face.

“That was good babe” he says wiping tears from his eyes.

“ I learned from the best” you say planting a kiss on his cheek.

Kuroo lays back down opening his arms to invite you to lay on his shirtless chest. You’re slowly being lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and slow breathing.

“How often do you make chemistry jokes anyway?” you ask him wondering if he annoys his teammates with the same jokes until you were pushed out your thoughts by your boyfriends giggle.

“periodically” he lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes.

“not funny didnt laugh”

“you kids don’t understand good humor”

“Kuroo you’re a month older than me” you say as he gives you another laugh

“babe”

“Tetsu”

“ You make me hotter then sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate”

“you make me vomit” he laughs at your remark before kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head up to face him and he stares at you with an adoring face rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “don’t vomit on me” he says breaking your concentration, you roll your eyes and sit up on your elbows.

“Forget hydrogen, you’re my number one element” you say to your boyfriend before you kiss his lips to fall back asleep.

He just stares at you dumbfounded and a blushed mess.

“y/n”

“yes”

“I love you”

“I love you too nerd”

Tendo

my widdle chaotic babie

You wake up to a soft sucking feeling on your nipple and stir away to look down and see what you HOPE was your boyfriend stuffed in your shirt

“Satori?”

“mhm” he hums before releasing your nipple with a pop and wiggling his way through the top of your shirt.

“babe you’re going to stretch the shirt neckline stop” you mumble sleepiness still in your voice.

“I can’t sleep and this is my shirt anyways” he says now fully emerged so both your head and squished against each other.

you let out a breathy giggle as he kisses your cheeks “talk to me i’m boredddd” he whines.

“I can tell you a story” you said removing your arms from your shirt to hug your boyfriend who refuses to leave the comfort of inside your shared shirt.

“Make it good or i’ll bite your nipple” he threatnes scooting back down, emerging back into the shirt slowly.

“bite me nipp-AH”

he continues the light sucking on your nipples and waits for your story

“Okay fucker so Once upon a time” you started. “There was a little gremlin who woke up his master from their slumber when he SHOULD be fast asleep in his quarters.”

Tendo removes himself from under your shirt “This story sucks and it feels like an attack on my life”

He gets up and starts jumping on the bed.

“ARE U SERIOUS TORI?!”

“I. NEED. TO. SLEEP” he says between jumps.

“This isn’t the way Gizmo” you say laughing as he jumps down on his butt and laughs at the nickname.

“Gizmo wasn’t that cute when he was all angry and stuff” he pouts and you’re quick to comfort him.

“He was cute before all that and he is cute still now” you say not referring to the fictional movie character and Tendo smiles and plants a kiss on your lips.

“Come here my cute little gremlin” you continue and he takes his place cuddled next to you and gets attacked by your kisses.

“Emphasis on the cute right”he says letting you grab his face and plant kisses all around his cheeks and nose.

“of course” you say in between kisses.

He lets you continue the attack of kisses. Loving the attention from you.

“Do you love me?” he interrupts

“Of course Satori” he hums at your response and hugs you into his chest.

“Okay so that means you will stay with me forever?” he whispers back making it sound more like a demand than a question cuddling closer to you to fell back asleep.

“That was a little random but sure”

“Just cuddle me bitch”

“I am you cunt”

[herherteartear]

blanket kick

précis— Peter's not the suave man he would hope to be in front of his crush. instead, he's a blushing mess that haunts his memories and causes him to take out his frustrations on his blanket. luckily, you prefer cherry cheeks over smooth lines any day.

pairing— Peter Parker x enhanced!maximoff!reader

a/n— this is my first standalone written story and my first time writing for marvel! i hope you guys enjoy thisss<3 i'm also open to creating drabbles to continue this if anyone's interested????! pls enjoy and pls comment and let me know ur thoughts!!!

there are many ways to describe Peter Parker, but none could ever wholly capture the true essence of the boy

besides the obvious stuff,, his intelligence , his insanely good looks , his teenage awkwardness,,

it was a hard feat to string along words to describe the way he carries himself , the way he is with others , the way his heart loves with the same ability a sponge soaks up water and soap

Peter's had crushes before

perhaps more than he'd like to admit

(can't blame the boy, who gave Ty Lee the right be that cute!?)

but when he sees her, his heart begins to swell and suddenly, he forgets how to breathe..

or how to think... talk. y'know normal human stuff

in all honesty, Peter has tried his absolute hardest to block out their first meeting from his memories

he doesn't regret meeting her, of course not! never would he even repent that embarrassingly wonderful day

he only wishes it would've gone a little differently

let's set the scene, shall we?

the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a Carolina blue, the clouds were the prettiest porcelain color, rimmed with lace

Peter was riding in an awfully silent car that Happy was driving to the airport. despite being terrified of what's to come,, the fight Mr. Stark had recruited him for,, the boy was thoroughly enjoying this adventure.

the car came to a stop, which did little for Peter's nerves. he gathered his courage before stepping out, eyes squinting at the brightness of the yellow sun. once his eyes adjusted, they landed on the prettiest head of hair he had ever seen

(although he did think the same for Hermione Granger)

Peter had never been on a plane before that day. but even then, his sparkling eyes stayed trained on her,, completely ignoring the brilliant private jet behind her

"oh? Happy, i thought it was just us?" her voice made Peter's ears burn. he swallowed thickly. you blinked at Peter, curious but also intrigued , you smiled.

to which Peter choked. on air. your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"a-are you okay?"

"god, kid, get ahold of yourself."

"i-i'm okay! it's– i'm– i'm fine!" Peter quickly stuttered out.

"well, Yn, this is– uh,, what's your name again?" Happy turned towards the boy who's cheeks were now redder than a firetruck.

"oh! i'm Peter– Peter Parker. it's nice to meet you- not that i don't know you. well i don't, y'know not personally. but like from the news.. not that i believe the news! they're awful to you, but i mean i guess i do sometimes– but never about what they say about you–"

"i'm Yn Maximoff. it's nice to meet you too, Peter." you cut him off before Happy strangled the cute boy. you had an amused smile

he was cute

finally getting on the plane, Peter had hoped he would be able to sit far away from you and wallow in his embarrassment,

maybe sneak a glance or two.. imagine a couple of scenarios where he wasn't a doofus,

but that's not quite what happened.

after witnessing just how much the new kids was able to ramble,, Happy was not about to spend a whole ass plane ride remotely close to him

so he took it upon himself to make the kiddies sit together.. much to Peter's dismay.

like!!? did Happy not see how Peter crashed and burned in font of you?!

you, on the other hand,, had the opposite reaction.

being the youngest avenger, you don't get to be around people your age too much,, which isn't something you're complaining about!!

you totally made the decision to be an avenger and you happily welcomed the consequences..

that didn't mean you didn't get lonely at times. especially now with the accords and the team breaking up., things got a whole lot more lonely

your sister, Wanda, had made her choice to leave the compound. you completely understood why, but a part of you had hoped she would've taken you with her

although, staying at the compound did ensure your safety.

it was a weird time for the avenger's , it felt wrong for you to say some of your teammates were criminals

it left a sour taste in your mouth

you glanced from the window seat to see Peter nervously wringing his fingers. you frowned.

"are you okay?" you asked, gently. Peter's eyes widened and his heart jumped to his throat. he wanted to say something, something cool or aloof, something that would make up for his ranting earlier

"i've never been on a plane before." Peter squeaked out. he dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes at himself. that was the highest pitch he had ever heard his voice. you took in his clearly anxious posture.

"lets switch seats? maybe looking out the window will help you." you stated. before Peter could quickly shake his head, because how rude would it be of him to take your seat?, you were already stood up.

"oh god!" Peter breathed. he quickly shifted over to the seat you once occupied. he wanted to put up more of a fight, but the way you were swaying due to the turbulence, made his palms sweat in fear for your safety.

"you, like, swing from buildings and stuff, right?" you asked. he turned to you with a nod. "are you afraid of heights? or do you just not like planes?"

oh god. oh. no. you thought– you thought he was scared of being on the plane. Peter wanted to shrink in a hole and hide. you probably thought he was such a baby! that he could handle swinging from hundreds of feet in the air, but a plane is where he drew the line?

but what else is he supposed to say? 'oh, no! it's not the plane I'm scared of. it's just your beautiful smile and the way you smell like cocoa that gets me sweating'

wtf.

that was so wrong in so many ways.

"um, no, no. i'm okay, just– just a little nervous, is all." Peter tried to force out a chuckle. but it come out more like a cough. you mouth formed an 'o.'

"ohh, okay." you paused before your eyes lit up. "how about we play a game? to distract you?"

"o– okay.."

"can you talk with spiders?" Peter lifted his eyes from looking at his hands hovering above yours,; he let out a much more relaxed laugh than earlier.

you took advantage of his distraction to swiftly bring your palm from underneath his and slap the top of Peter's hand. he jumped.

"ouch!" he playfully pouted. you eyes glanced down at his lips. you giggled nervously. your hand went to hover over his, him now being the one to do the slapping. "of course i can't talk to spiders! i– i feel like i should probably be able to shape-shift into a spider in order for that to happen, y'know?"

you nodded thoughtfully. "that's true.. you didn't hear this from me, but i heard there's an Ant-Man going around." Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"no way! that's crazy! does he like turn into an ant?" you bumped his hand with yours in order to get his attention back to the game. his hand burned at the feeling

"i don't know-" you said in a singsong tone. "it's just what's being said around the compound." you quickly slid your hands to avoid Peter's attack. he huffed.

"how are you so good at this?" he knitted his eyebrows to focus on how to attack quickly without hurting you.

"it's a game i used to play with my brother and sister." you answered. Peter finally took his chance to slap your hands, to which you squealed excitedly as you had tried to move in time. Peter and you fell into a fit of giggles.

you both leaned against your seats, still facing each other. your hands fell on top of Peter's.

the brown haired boy quickly slid his hand out from under yours, not because he didn't enjoy the contact, but because he was worried you'd feel how clammy his hands were

you frowned slightly at the loss of contact.

"a– are we really fighting your sister?" Peter wondered out loud, without a second thought.

you shifted uncomfortably. Peter quickly noticed; his heart sped up and he mentally scolded himself for being so inconsiderate.

"not because i think she's evil! i mean,, i know that's what the news says.. but they also think Spider-Man's like thirty. and i'm not thirty! its just everything's crazy right now.. with the accords., i can't even imagine how you're feeling! probably terrible.. oh, g od wait, not terrible, i'm s–"

you had been watching with an endearing look in your eye. you had come to find that you enjoy watching Peter ramble.

his eyes would become unsettled and shaky, his body would begin to become more and more animated, but his voice

gosh, his voice was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of your life

but you could tell he was getting more and more skittish. so you put him out of his misery

"terrible probably wouldn't be my go-to word, it's up there though.. at least i got to meet you." you smiled softly.

Peter's eyes ran over your soft features. night had fallen, so the windows of the plan displayed an almost picturesque display of the moon and stars. the light hue of color the moon provided painted your face in a way that clouded Peter's thoughts.

with your comment of being grateful to have met him, Peter wasn't in control of his mouth for much longer.

"so pretty." he breathed. both of you guys froze.

Peter's face quickly morphed from love-sick to mortified. you blushed violently.

deciding you didn't want Peter to fall into another rant-like apology (because if you got to listen to him talk for that long in this setting, you might just drop the 'L' word) , you said,

"let's watch a movie?"

the two of you sat, shoulder to shoulder, watching Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, but being too hyper aware of their thighs pressed together and brushing hands to actually pay attention

upon arrival, both teenagers walked off the plane, sleep deprived , but with thumping hearts and dazed grins.

Peter threw himself on his hotel bed that night,, hiding under the covers

his thoughts replayed your interaction over and over (and over and over) in his head

the boy shoved his head, face first, into the stiff hotel pillow and let out a muffled groan

Peter flipped himself over, stared at the ceiling, before remembering his spouts of unnecessarily long explanations

he thrashed his body, kicking his poor blanket in frustration but most of all, out of embarrassment

he calmed himself down once his memories refreshed themselves over your gentle giggles and how soft your hands were

Peter fell asleep with cherry red cheeks and a blissful grin.

because despite those small mess ups, despite the futile way he beat his covers in humiliation, Peter treasures that day like no other.

[kadssp]

HOPPING ON THE MICHAEL AND SPRINGS BANDWAGON

Imagine you took hime Springs like RIGHT before Michael was gonna light the place on fire. Michael is pissed he didn't get to finish off his father so he goes through the old employee catalog and sees that you were the last one to be hired but quit suddenly due to "personal reasons". He's able to track you down after a few months and find your house and claims he's there for "investigation purposes related to the fire at Fazbear Fright". You act dumb not knowing what he's talking about when he asks you about the whereabouts of the springbonnie animatronic but he can tell you're hiding something. Youre fidgeting and nervous and he can tell its not just because of his appearance. He leaves anyway but plans to come back.

Springtrap was doing his normal thing of hiding in your room when guests come over but he could recognize that voice anywhere. When you come in to tell him that its safe to come out he grabs your wrist and pulls you down on the floor with him and holds you close. You try and squirm and protest and ask him what's wrong but he doesn't say anything and just stares ahead with a far away look in his robotic gray eyes.

His worst fears are coming true and what scares him the most is Michael taking you away from him. He's never said it to you before but he does love you (in his own possesive, twisted way) and wants you to always be with him. He knows if that bastard keeps snooping around you he'll find out eventually. As much as it pains him it may be time to find a new home.

-🍨 anon

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSS I LOVE THISSSSOAOSKA OMG michael just wants to end all the pain and suffering his father has caused and continues to cause by still existing, he doesnt really mean to come off as mean or intimidating when he tried interrogating you at your front door and he knows you have to be hiding something but he doesnt want to ruin his chances of putting an end to it all if you really are tied into it as well so he backs off and thinks of other ways to get you to tell him the truth youre clearly hiding.

and then there’s springtrap who’s now utterly terrified on the inside that he will lose you like he’s lost many things before, he tells himself he wont let it happen and he’s even more overprotective than before whenever you’re with him or come home from going out but he wont ever tell you why even if you begged him to. he cannot lose you and he will not lose you. he’ll kill his last son before that happens, god knows he’s trying to put an end to william as it is and he’s worried michael will convince you to trust him or let him find springtrap and finish it all finally. so of course springs tries to take whatever time he does have despite the growing fear michael will show up again to look at areas to move to that would be far away from here.

you might even begin to worry for him at some point whenever he dodges your questions about why he’s so interested in moving or looking at houses in different states but he has you warming up to the idea of moving off to somewhere different. there would be new jobs for you to choose (much to his displeasure of you leaving the house everyday) and a fresh start for the two are you together! isnt that exciting and something you’d like to have? yeah? alright well now you can’t back out, springs will convince you to move as quick as possible and if that doesnt work he’ll consider dragging you out the door in the middle of the night and finding some shack in the woods to keep you in where michael will never find you to take you away.

[gamergirl929]

The Prodigy (Megan Rapinoe x Daughter!Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a story on Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe adopting a little girl who is prodigy in both soccer and basketball? And both the U.S. Women's National Soccer and Basketball issue are involved?

“You are not lesser just because you are a girl. You are not better just because you are a boy.”

You watch the interview with a smile, your adoptive mother’s words radiating within you.

All eyes on the world were currently on the USWNT, with the Equal Pay talks going on things had been intense, and being the 13-year-old adopted daughter of one of the most outspoken women in the Women’s Soccer world, a number of those eyes were on you.

“You in there?” You jump at the sound of your other adoptive mom; Sue Bird’s voice and you nod.  

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”  

You look down at the field with a grin as your mom talks to a number of reporters.  

“I’m just proud of her, that’s all.” You shrug and Sue grins.  

“So am I.”  

                                                           ***

Being the adopted daughter of Megan Rapinoe and Sue Bird meant you were immediately thrust into the spotlight, in the world of not only Women’s Soccer, but Basketball as well.

“Look at little Pinoe go.” Ashlyn grins, watching as you effortlessly juggle the ball, your eyes narrowed as you focus intently on the black and yellow ball.  

“She’s great with a basketball too.” Megan comments, smiling as you do a Tobin like move, kicking the ball over your head and catching it on your heel.

“Better watch out Tobe.” Megan smirks as she makes her way towards you and you turn to the purple haired woman with a grin.  

Megan tries to swipe the ball but you’re too fast for the forward knocking it behind you before slotting it between her legs to Kelley who’s standing behind her.  

Megan’s eyes widen.  

“Did you just nutmeg me?” She asks and you smirk.  

“Looks like she did to me!” Ashlyn grins and you snicker, the blonde ruffling your hair.  

Megan lets out a hum and your eyes widen.  

“Uh-oh.”  

Your mother’s teammates watch as you run quickly away the woman on your heels.  

“NO ONE NUTMEGS MEGAN RAPINOE!” She yells and you snort, running past Tobin.  

“TOBIN DID!” You yell, your mom stopping to glare at Tobin before she starts running after you again.  

“BRILLIANT DISTRACTION.” She yells and you groan.  

“Brilliant enough to keep you distracted so I can do thisss!”

Megan screeches to a halt when jump behind Sue, the woman grinning as she stares at Megan, the purple haired woman shrugging.  

“Already using her against me.” Megan says through her grin and you hold Sue’s arm up so you can send her a grin.  

“Yep.”  

                                                           ***

“Is there anything she can’t do?” Ashlyn asks as she watches video of you sinking a basketball into the net from the half court line.

“She a prodigy.” Megan shakes her head, watching as you again sink a ball in, the net barely swishing.  

Unfortunately, with all the traveling Megan couldn’t always be there for your games, but Sue would always make sure she was included, or vice versa when either were busy.  

“We need to all go to one of her games sometime.” Alex looks between the crack in the seats and Megan grins.  

“Yeah, she’d love that.”  

                                                           ***

Megan’s brows furrow when Vlatko waves her over, his phone to his ear. She jogs over, her heart racing with anxiety.  

“Sue’s been trying to get a hold of you.” He holds his phone out, the purple haired woman taking his phone with a furrowed brow.  

“Sue? Is everything okay?” She asks worriedly, the woman on the other side of the phone sighing.  

“We’re on our way to the stadium.”  

Megan’s brows furrow as Ashlyn comes close, the blonde’s brows furrowed in worry.  

“We?” She asks, in confusion.  

“Y/N had a little incident at school today, and I think we BOTH need to talk to her, together.”  

Megan’s eyes widen.  

“Is she okay?” The purple haired woman asks and Sue chuckles.  

“Oh, she’s fine, but the boy she punched in the face isn’t.”  

                                                           ***  

“Explain to Megan what you told me.” Sue says, her arms crossed across her chest, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth to fight off a smile.  

“He deserved it.” You grumble, crossing your arms across your chest.  

Instead of having a talk with just you and your adoptive mothers, your adoptive aunts joined the party as well.  

“Come on, tell me what happened.” Megan says as she kneels down in front of you where you’re sitting on the bench.  

“He said women didn’t deserve equal pay.” You grumble angrily, rolling your eyes. “And then he called you and Sue an unpleasant word that I’m not repeating, and I tried to walk away, but he wouldn’t go away and wouldn’t shut up so I kicked his ass.”  

Megan barks out a laugh, shaking her head.  

“Language.”  

You sigh, nodding.  

“I know, I shouldn’t have punched him, and I have to sit out the next game... But he was being a di-

You clear your throat.  

“A dink.”  

Ashlyn snorts.  

“That still means dick.”  

Everyone turns to Ashlyn, the woman clearing her throat before drawing a line across her lips, as if zipping them shut.  

“What he said wasn’t right... But we can’t solve our issues with our fists.” Sue walks behind you, placing her hand on your back.  

“I know... I just got so mad... I’m sorry.” Your head drops, shoulder’s hunching.  

Megan scoots closer, her fingers running through your hair as Sue wraps her arms around you from behind.  

“It’s going to be okay.” She whispers, Megan grinning.  

“Try not to get into anymore fist fights, okay?” Megan pats your leg and you nod, smiling bashfully.  

“I’ll try not to.”  

                                                           ***

You take a deep breath, shuffling your feet on the grass, bouncing on your heels ready for the game to start.  

You glance up in the stands and feel your bottom lip tremble when you see them, a mob of women in the stands, every one of them wearing a jersey with your number on it, #15, your mother’s number, so technically it was her jersey.  

“GO LITTLE PINOE!” Ashlyn screams, everyone turning towards her, the blonde shrugging with a massive grin.  

You glance down the line of women smiling when you zero in on Megan and Sue, the two women giving you massive grins and happy waves.  

You god, a cocky smirk spreading across your face.  

“Show time.”  

                                                           ***

“She’s a little show off.” Sue laughs as you do a number of pull ups on the goal post as you celebrate a goal.  

“She did a back flip earlier.” Tobin grins.  

“Don’t forget the front flip.” Christen adds, Ashlyn turning to Megan with a smirk. 

“She didn’t learn those from you... Sue?” She grins, Megan smacking the goalie in the chest.  

“Shut up.”  

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the game, the entire National team on their feet as they clap, your grin wide as you shake hands with your opponents before running towards your moms, the two women wrapping their arms around you.  

“We’re so proud of you.” Sue whispers, kissing your temple while Megan ruffles your hair.  

“You did amazing!”  

You look up at the two women with a smile, your eyes darting between the two of them.  

You hadn’t been with the couple long, but you knew deep down in your heart that what you were about to say was true.  

“I love you mom.” You whisper to Megan, before turning to Sue. “I love you too mom.” She smiles, the two women grinning as they throw their arms around you. 

“We love you too.” Sue kisses the top of your head, Megan down on her knees, her arms wrapped around your middle.  

“So much.”  

“SO, DO WE.”  

The three of you turn around, smiling when you see the entire USWNT grinning your way.  

You giggle, wrapping your arms around your moms.  

“I didn’t know I was getting adopted by over 20 women.” You grin.  

Megan and Sue look down at you, massive smiles spread across their faces.  

“We love you Y/N.”  

“I love you guys too.”  

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

Sir Pentious a.k.a. Telly (@usedhearts​) finishes shedding and goes to show Alastor, who’s been hanging out at his place the last week and a half fretting over him helping him out. Stuff that happens:

💕 MUTUAL CONFESSIONS 💕

Telly’s shed has given him some interesting new mutations! 🐟 

Alastor makes a deal with his own soul on the line! 🔥 

Things Which Are Unsafe For Work 🍆🍆

❤️❤️❤️ AND MORE! ❤️❤️❤️

Look I pulled out the emoji and everything, that’s how exciting this is.

(For y’all that want to keep up with the plot but don’t want to read lewds, I’ll mark where it begins and ends in the chat.)

Sir Pentious

The steam in the room was finally being released, dissipating the fog as the air began to circulate again. Telly felt refreshed, and much, much better, now that all that was over with. He smiled as he grabbed his phone, shooting a text to Alastor.

🎩 I'LL BE OUT MOMENTARILY! IT'S FINALLY ALL DONE!

And then he called the Eggs in to take care of the skin that lay across the floor.

Alastor

And Alastor was a mere room away from the bathroom-turned-sauna, flopped back on Sir Pentious’s bed, waiting—*just in case,* see. The other Sir Pentious had had a hard time with the last day of his shed, Alastor had wanted to be on hand in case this one was struggling too. To sing, to distract, to massage, to hold hands, to offer a few shadows to carefully slide off the shed... Whatever he was needed for.

But so far it hadn’t been necessary, so he’d mainly ended up singing to himself, rewriting a song that Valera had started on during the aforementioned prior shed: “*I’ll peel you, banana... I’ll peel you... I thought that you’d overripened, and I’d make a bread out of you; now my mouth and eyes are opened, banana... I’ll eat you, banana—*“

Alastor sits bolt upright. That’s his phone! He can feel the signal of the incoming text crackle against his hip. He pulls it out, reads the message, and rather than returning the text yells into the sauna, “I’m right where you left me! Need me to grab anything?” Probably not, but maybe Telly needed a fresh change of clothes or something. Alastor had gotten used to grabbing odds and ends for Telly this week.

Sir Pentious

He's moved on to the other area of the bathroom now-- what he liked to call the 'false lead' as there were no baths in here! Just the toilet and the sink and the mirror. Which he was now staring in, his arm held up as he looked at the three lines in his side. Those were new. Edged with black against the yellow, they stood out. He ran a finger over them and gave a soft gasp at the sensitivity. Like touching his fingers to his lips, these new....things were much more sensitive than the rest of him.

Telly lifted his other arm and sure enough, there was a matching pair on the other side-- and that's when it clicked. These were gills. He had _gills_ now. Well. That was something.

He finally broke out of his trance to respond to Alastor. "No! No need, I'll be right there." He slithered quickly toward the door and almost threw it open, beaming at Alastor.

"Ta-da?" He offered, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, his smile turning a bit shy.

Alastor

He stuffed his phone away before a handful of eggs could toddle by and spot it, and then all but forgot the eggs when Telly himself emerged. “And here’s the top banana himself!” Alastor telling jokes that only he’s gonna get, he’s a riot.

And he immediately regretted the comment, because “banana” did not come close to adequately describing the appearance of Sir Pentious immediately after a shed, scales all shiny and new, colors vivid and bright. He’d thought Telly had looked lovely a couple of weeks ago, with sparkling copper and iridescent green polish painting his scales; it didn’t come close to how he looked now, at his most naturally brilliant. Alastor could only stare a moment; before he managed to choke out, “... And, like a banana, you’re looking very a-peel-ing.” No, Alastor, bad, flirting did *not* make it better.

Sir Pentious

Telly momentarily got distracted by the Eggs as well, watching them toddle into the bathroom to collect the skin. But then his attention was drawn back by Alastor and just how....struck he was. Not speechless, of course, Telly hardly thought anything could strike the Radio Demon speechless, but struck all the same. A small bubble of pride inflated in his chest.

"Yessss, look at thisss!!" He slithered more fully into the room, stretching out his tail behind him. "I think I got a few extra inchesss now! Come here, Alassstor, come feel-- I'm ssso sssmooth now, too!" His excitement was in full force now and he gestured for him to come over.

And as he did, the Eggs reappeared with the skin hoisted over their heads. Look at that skin, that's a nice, nearly whole skin. And there they go, toting it out the door.

Alastor

Feel? *Feel?* He was being invited to *touch* immediately after a shed? He sure hadn’t gotten that honor when his *other* snake friend had shed, and for a moment his immediate wariness—*What’s the catch? Is this a trap? Will Telly be watching Alastor’s reaction?*—was enough to balance out his yearning to do *exactly* what Telly had asked for him to do.

Which let him get distracted by the eggs passing. He watched them go by, with *another* snakeskin he’d love to get his hands on but definitely was afraid to touch. If the eggs were just throwing it out, they’d probably have crumpled it up, wouldn’t they? “What in the world are they doing with that?” Look, a diversion!

Sir Pentious

He looked at the Eggs, tilting his head. "Probably going to dry it and then do....whatever it is they do with them! I don't know and I have never thought to ask. The Egg Bois, you know, they're..." He put his hand at the side of his mouth to stage whisper. "_Weird._"

Telly shrugged, and then reached out his hand again. "Anyway, come here!! Come here, Alastor, feel my ssscalessss!!"

Alastor

Dry it! Alastor’s grin widened with glee as he started playing a crackly song—“*Tan me hide when I’m dead, Fred, tan me hide when I’m dead; so we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde, and that’s it hanging in the shed.*”

Alastor remained convinced that he was, in fact, the funniest person in Hell.

And he was also stalling. He needed to talk to Telly about *them*—as in the *two of them*, and the wildly confusing signals that Telly was sending (THIS ONE already quite solidly ranked among them!), and he’d told himself he’d do it after Telly’s shed was over and he was feeling better, but how do you say “stop everything, I can’t feel you up until we talk about our relationship status to make sure that we’re in agreement on the exact implications of said groping”? You don’t say that. Nobody says that. Every love story Alastor had ever heard, seen, or read had both parties just blunder along until a *moment* presented itself when it had to be said, and those moments didn’t happen by interrupting different moments—

And while Alastor mused on the intricacies of confessing attraction as modeled by Hollywood, he’d run out of goofy music to play and been staring for a bit longer than he should have. “Are you sure? Isn’t it, you know, *tender* right after shedding?” Maybe that was tarantulas.

Sir Pentious

Telly laughed at the song, a hissing giggle, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. His head tilted as he waited for Alastor to speak, or move-- but he just stared. Was this weird? Had he made it weird? Oh, god, he'd made it weird, hadn't he? He was about to speak again when Alastor finally spoke.

"Oh! No, it'sss not. The scales are quite firm." He snickered, and then slithered over to his nightstand. He dug around in it, finding the bottle of scale lotion and slithered back, this time closer to Alastor. "If it helps, I could give you a job? I need to put on lotion to help make sure I stay nice and shiny as long as possible." He smirked and hummed.

Alastor

Alastor watched far more closely than he should have as Telly slithered across the floor—oh God, were those gashes on the side? Alastor had noticed that some of Telly’s deepest wounds hadn’t healed completely with the shed, but he hadn’t noticed the gashes on the side—no, wait, those didn’t look like gashes—were those *gills?* “Do you have *gills?*” Look, another diversion!

Because he was *not* ready to answer a request to lotion up Telly’s body.

Sir Pentious

"What?" He blinked and then grinned, nodding. "Oh! Yes! I _think_ they are, they certainly look it!" He lifted an arm to let Alastor get a better look. "I suppose my body decided I needed them? I don't know, but I'm certainly not going to look _this_ gift horse in the mouth!"

He laughed and lowered his arm. Telly took Alastor's hand and placed it on the back of his arm. "Feel my sssscalesss, already!"

Alastor

“All right, all right.” That was as much procrastinating as Alastor could manage. He was going to touch *extremely lightly*—and oh even with his gloves on he could tell, yes, Telly’s scales *were* smooth, and it was a fight not to touch *more.* No, that was crossing a line.

Sir Pentious

"Feel some of the bigger onessss," He said, guiding his hands again to his hip area. "The big ones feel like a smooth river stone to me. Makes me think of what a dragon woud've felt like, were they real."

He hissed a soft laugh and purred.

Alastor

“Right,” Alastor murmured, hardly registering the comparison—dragons, rivers, yes. He’d felt a jolt shoot up his chest at the feel of Telly’s hands on his hands and Telly’s scales sliding beneath his fingertips, and now all he could think about was the shape of his hips and how Alastor wanted to trace them, wanted to satisfy a half-century-old yearning to learn where the skeleton beneath the snakeskin shifted from human to serpent, wanted—

He pulled his hands back. “Yes, I see what you mean! An astute comparison.” He laughed uncomfortably.

Sir Pentious

Oh. That laugh, he could practically smell the discomfort radiating off of Alastor. Oh, he made it weird again, didn't he. He moved back a little and then spread himself out on the floor, popping open the lotion bottle to start getting some on his hands.

"Did you want to help me with this?" He asked, his voice a bit smaller.

Alastor

Oh, and now Telly was uncomfortable, Alastor made it weird.

They should stop and talk. Alastor had overthought every interaction to the point that he no longer had any idea where he stood with Telly, and if Telly knew where he stood with Alastor he was doing a damn good job of not admitting it, and there was the whole girlfriend deal, and neither of the prior Sir Pentiouses Alastor had known had ever asked him to *lotion their scales* but was that a personality difference between this Sir Pentious and the others or was it a difference in how much he *wanted* out of Alastor, and—

—and right now, Telly’s voice sounded like it ought to be coming out of an anthopomorphic cartoon flower wilting beneath a vicious blizzard, and Alastor couldn’t stand it. He had to fix that first. Not *because* the sight of Telly stretched out so tantalizing across the floor filled Alastor with an *itch* to touch, but *in spite of* it.

Alastor knelt next to Telly, forcing his usual energetic cheer back into his voice. “Of course! I promised I’d help you through this shed start to finish, didn’t I?”

Sir Pentious

The cheer brought his smile back a little, and he offered the bottle of lotion to him. "The sooner I put it on the longer my post-shed glow will last," He said, with a soft chuckle.

"You'll be able to see a sparkly serpent for longer." Another laugh and he started rubbing what he had on his hands onto his arms. Ooooh nice and cool, felt good after being in that sauna for a day.

Alastor

Well, preserving the sparkly serpent was selfless enough, wasn’t it? The fact that Alastor would enjoy the sight didn’t change the fact that Telly would benefit from it. He scooted to sit behind Telly, squeezed some lotion into a hand, rubbed his hands together as he told himself to Not Make This Weird, *Please,* and then started where he figured it would be hardest for Telly to reach by himself—between his shoulder blades.

Sir Pentious

He shivered at the touch, but smiled, and purred. Oh, that felt nice. He continued to rub in what he had onto his arms, and his eyes (on his face) closed a moment, just enjoying the feeling of Alastor's hands on his back. Telly made a soft noise of contentment, letting his head droop forward a bit as he moved his hoot out of Alastor's way.

Alastor

Sure. This was easy. Alastor could do this. And then after this they could discuss—they *really* should have discussed this before—but there had never been a moment when he could. Just do this without doing anything out of line.

His hands slid down Telly’s back, running over the ridge of each vertebra and rib. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Telly totally naked, but *oh* was it a rush to just revel in him like this. Like painting on the polish had been, but far more so.

Sir Pentious

His eyes are closed and his breath is catching with every little traced of bone. He could feel his heart beating so much faster already and he wondered if Alastor could hear it-- it was so quiet, after all. Had he struck Alastor speechless, now? He didn't know, but his mind was on other things, like the feeling of his hands against his back. A purring rumble cascaded through his chest, a very pleased snake, yes, that was what he was.

Alastor

Alastor had stopped breathing entirely as he listened to each little change in Telly’s breath, ears twitching at every change. The rumble made his hands tingle from fingertips to wrist and ears tingle from tip to base and down the back of his scalp. Oh, if Alastor could get Telly to make that sound every day... His hands worked down to the small of Telly’s back, where they separated and started to creep around his waist, seeking out again the spot Telly had shown Alastor earlier, eager to grip him tight and pull him closer—

*No.* Alastor vanished, a shadow ghosting across the floor, to rematerialize sitting on the far side of Telly’s bed, faced away. “I—sorry.” His voice was far too weak for his tastes.

Sir Pentious

He was reveling in this, soaking in every touch like a sponge to water-- and then the touch was gone, and his eyes flashed open, blinking rapidly at the sudden absence. It made him feel cold.

His head turned to see Alastor all the way across the room and he frowned. Telly slithered over to him slowly, circling around to get in front of him. His head tilted and he moved with even more exaggerated slowness to take Alastor's hands.

"Sorry for what, Alastor?" He asked, holding his hands reverently.

Alastor

Ohhh they were having the conversation *now.* Okay. It wasn’t exactly Hollywood, but what ever was? He reflexively squeezed Telly’s hands, then had to let his grip go slack again.

Voice strained, eyes shut, head tilted back like he was hoping God might take pity just once on a poor damned sinner and telegraph some divine inspiration straight into his brain, he said, “You should know—that—doing this, it... means *quite* a bit more to me than I think you realize. Possibly *far* more than it does to you, but I, uh...” He let out a choked wheeze of a laugh. “I’m having a hard time figuring that out, actually.” Somebody smite him, please.

Sir Pentious

Oh. Oh! _Oh._ Things were starting to click in that brilliant, dumb brain of his, the wheels were definitely turning-- and stalling and catching fire and he was pretty sure smoke was going to start pouring out of his head.

Alastor liked him. Alastor _like liked_ him. More than friends, liked him. His heart began to swell as his brain rapidly repaired the wheels to think of what he should say here. What _should_ he say here? How did you tell someone you liked them, as more than a friend? God, he was awkward.

But Alastor didn't know that _he_ liked him! How was that possible? He thought he'd been....pretty blatant about it. But whatever, that didn't matter. What mattered was this....

"Alastor," He said, releasing one of his hands to cup his cheek, to make Alastor look at him. "I like you. More than would have been proper in my day and age or yours. I've, ah, I've liked you for some time now, but I wasn't sure if _you_ liked _me_ in that way and I--" His jaw snapped shut. Shut up, stupid, don't ramble.

"I have feelings for you, Alastor. Romantic feelings."

Alastor

And what do we find hidden at the bottom of Pandora’s box but small bright little hope! Alastor’s heart let out a single heavy booming *thud,* like a timpanist waiting for his cue had gotten startled and dropped his mallet. His eyes flew open and he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for half a century. Breathless, he whispered, “*Do* you?” That couldn’t be true. That couldn’t.

But by God if Alastor wasn’t good at playing his assigned role in absurd situations, then what *was* he good at? His throat and lips worked for a moment, but he couldn’t say the words back—so instead, he simply... lifted one of Telly’s hands. And kissed the knuckles—a knight swearing fealty to a king. And turned Telly’s hand over to kiss the palm. This couldn’t be real; this was going to end any second. He tried to press his whole face into Telly’s hand.

(Everything tasted like snakeskin lotion.)

Sir Pentious

He'd been about to do that! You beat him to the punch, Alastor. But he smiled, and decided, fuck it, he was going to do it anyway. Telly lifted Alastor's hand and repeated the motions. A kiss to the knuckles and then to the palm. He held it against his cheek after that, and leaned in, giving a little blelele against his cheek.

He felt so light, so relieved, like someone had attached balloons all over him and he was floating.

Alastor

Alastor took the tongue flicking at his cheek as an invitation to return a proper kiss; and so he did. As close to silent as Telly had probably ever heard a Radio Demon—all his white noise trapped in his lungs, no sound but the rare stray distant unintelligible whisper of Alastor’s invisible audience. The kiss was light and tentative, as if he still suspected he might have misinterpreted the words “I have romantic feelings for you.” (He did, in fact, suspect exactly that.)

Sir Pentious

His arm wrapped around Alastor's waist, drawing him closer as he returned the kiss. It was soft and slow, as tentative as Alastor started it, but he certainly was returning it. And then his tongue made another appearance, flicking against Alastor's teeth-- oh, really, right now? Don't worry about that Alastor, it had a mind of its own sometimes.

Alastor

And the kiss was *returned.* White fireworks went off just behind Alastor’s eyes and he laughed, as much from the sensation of a forked tongue flicking at his lips as from relief and from half-hysterical disbelief. He broke the kiss to embrace Telly, bury his face in the crook of Telly’s neck, and murmur, “*Really?*” His voice was a small, muffled thing in the dead silence.

Sir Pentious

Telly's other arm wrapped around him and pulled him up off the bed. No more sitting for you, Alastor! Fully embraced in the snake's arms is how it's going to be now. Telly squeezed him, nuzzling back, and giving a flick of his tongue against Alastor's neck. "_Yes, really._"

Alastor

And up he’s pulled! Enjoy the sound effect of... a startled elephant? A man sneezing into a trumpet? The one lone sound effect was almost out of place in the dead silence.

He tugged off his gloves with trembling hands and pressed his fingertips to Telly’s back again, chasing some half-developed whim to attempt to keep rubbing in the lotion but really just retracing the scales and bones he’d explored earlier, this time without a thin layer of deerskin dulling the sensation. And he kissed, slowly, almost experimentally, along Telly’s collar bone.

Sir Pentious

Oh, the gloveless hands, he's honored. And purring. And reveling in the kisses. This was really happening. It was really happening, Alastor was _kissing him_ and it was better than he'd dreamed it. His arms squeezed him again, and his tail began to coil around his legs. Sorry, Alastor, you belong to the snake now.

Alastor

“I’ve never liked the touch of someone else’s skin. I hate how other people feel—the hair and sweat and oils of human flesh, pores and nipples and bellybuttons...” His voice was almost silent, but it was also entirely human, all distortion gone. He whispered fervently, like this confession was something else that had been trapped in him half a century, waiting for that long exhale before it could come out. “But scales...” Another kiss. “I’ve always thought snakeskin is so smooth and cool and—*perfect.* And even more beautiful now when it’s all new.”

Sir Pentious

Telly's breath hitched at the kiss, and the words. Oh, he was glad that he couldn't blush. He did purr instead, though, and his claws kneaded at Alastor's sides. "You think I'm beautiful?" He asked, his voice soft. "I--" He paused and smiled, letting his tongue flick against his cheek again.

"I love your voice. Being able to hear it all this week, while I couldn't see anything...It was the best thing to hear. You helped keep me grounded, with every word and every song." He leaned in to press a kiss against his clothed neck. "And red is one of my favorite colors."

Alastor

And now Alastor’s breath hitched. *Grounded*? He’d done that? With the rarefied airs he put on, he’d helped keep Telly firmly tethered to the world around him?

When was the last time his voice had helped anybody feel *connected*?

This was real. All of this was really happening. Alastor felt a lump forming in his throat, and he fought through it the best way he knew how: by talking. “You’re beautiful beyond words. Always. When you’re fresh from a swim, scales still *glistening* with with beads of water—or painted up like a temporary work of art—or practically glowing with vivid new colors...” He started slowly kissing up Telly’s neck every few words. “Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘curves in all the right places’—“ Kiss. “—you’re nothing but curves.” He delivered the punchline with a hiss of his usual static and a polite chortle from his studio audience. He was still absolutely terrified—but if he could make jokes, he’d work through it. “Curves covered in gold and onyx and rubies...” Kiss. And then, awkwardly, haltingly, he said, “...I don’t think anyone’s ever said something nice about my color palette before.” It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was what he could get out.

Sir Pentious

Every kiss brings another hitch of his breath, and his eyes slide shut as he listened to Alastor talk. His claws still kneaded against him, and his purring turned up a notch. His tail squeezed Alastor's legs and he laughed softly.

"I like it. Despite everything around us being red most of the time, you make it work for you. It makes you stand out and blend in at the same time. And anywhere that's not swathed in red already, you pop. When I could still barely see, the red and your voice where how I knew where you were." He laughed again. "And if I have curves all over, I suppose that I only _have_ right places to have curves, hm?"

His eyes opened and he looked at Alastor, smiling. "You're handsome, fun, exhilarating...I could go on and on."

Alastor

Hah, of course, this airship was probably the only place in Hell where a pure red getup *would* stand out. “Exhilarating?” He laughed half breathlessly. “You want to talk about exhilarating, talk about—talk about the man who’s conquering Hell! Good God! You don’t get more exhilarating than a laser the size of a Cadillac!” He pulled back suddenly—not far, just enough to make eye contact, to hold Telly’s face in his hands. “Tell me if I’m being too forward, but—I want to see it. Everything Poseidon said to Amphitrite—I meant every word. I want you to raise Hell and raze Heaven—I want you to dethrone the infernal and the celestial with nothing but the mechanical—I want hubris to win. And I want to be there with you. I want to be your personal broadcaster, your royal jester and royal executioner, your herald. I want to eat God’s flesh off of the same plate as you.”

Sir Pentious

Oh, he's nearly panting at that, eyes wide and locked on Alastor's. Every word seeped into his brain and down through his spine to his lungs and his gut. And something unknotted down there, and released, and the doubt that constantly niggled in the back of his brain fell quiet. And was replaced by Alastor's voice, Alastor's encouragement, Alastor's partnership-- Alastor's.....

He surged forward and kissed him, hard, once, twice. His tail coiled up further around him and his hands held Alastor's face. "I meant it all too. Everything I said then, in that moment. I want you with me, every step. I want you by my side. I want your laughing lips on mine as I tear down the Kings and Princes. I want to tear out God's heart and present it to you on a silver platter." And he kissed him again, breathless.

He chuckled softly after and stroked Alastor's cheek with his thumb. "Now, tell me if I'm being too forward, but for someone without ambition, you're being very ambitious with me." He slyly smirked and winked. And then another kiss.

Alastor

His heart fluttered and his eyes slid shut as all his conscious awareness rushed out of the rest of his body and to his mouth, and for a moment that was all that existed, two sets of lips and fangs and the promise of a universe caught in between them.

When Sir Pentious accused him of having actual ambitions, he only managed to get out “Well, I—“ before being pulled into another kiss. During a brief pause for breath, he hissed, “Didn’t I say Poseidon’s only an unfinished demigod without Amphitrite?”

And then he dove back in. He hummed into the kiss, a near-century-old love song caught in the back of his throat, ghostly voices singing as an invisible record skipped and repeated—“*When I’m calling you, will you answer too?—You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you—You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you—*”

Sir Pentious

There's nothing now but this. This kiss. What a rush it was, kissing him. Telly's hand slid back and his claws tangled into his hair, threading through and scratching at his scalp. Slowly, his body started to move, lowering them back and down, onto the floor, Alastor on top. He didn't want to stop this kiss for anything, never again wanted his lips separated from the Radio Demon's. His tongue flicked into Alastor's mouth, teasing and quick, before he pulled back at last, panting for breath.

"Kissing you....feels very....mm....very right," He said, as he tried his best to gulp down air. Telly held Alastor against him and purred.

Alastor

The tongue flick turned Alastor’s hum into a sound that was half static hiss, half longing groan. He tried to catch the Telly’s tongue between his lips when he drew back.

Alastor shut his eyes, pressing their foreheads together. When did Alastor end up laying on top of Telly? Did Alastor push him down? “It does.” Those claws running through his hair sent a wave of shivering tingles across his scalp, down his neck, halfway down his back. He held himself up with one arm, and with the other traced his hand down Telly’s side, careful around the new gills. “I’ve missed—“ *He missed having this with Sir Pentious, the scheming, the intimacy, the ability to hope for a future.* The words caught in his throat. None of what he missed was with *this* Sir Pentious. This Sir Pentious didn’t know anything about the first one—only that he’d succeeded in life and that Alastor believed in him.

Alastor’s heart sank. Telly needed to know so much more than that. “I need to—I have to say something.”

Sir Pentious

The hand down his side sends more sparks down his spine than it would've used too-- and when Alastor's hands pass over the gills, there's a deeper gasp, and then a low groan. Just how sensitive are those? He'd have to do some tests to figure out...

He refocuses on Alastor, blinking as his brain catches up with the words he's saying. "Oh? All right. Then please, say it."

Alastor

“I’m getting déjà vu.” He tried to take in a deep breath; it was shorter and sharper than he would have liked. “I... tried this before, with another version of you. Not our mutual acquaintance, long before that. It went wrong.” He let out a very small, but very terrified laugh, talking faster, trying to finish his confession before Telly could start drawing conclusions. “We didn’t get much past this when I ruined everything. I won’t again, I won’t, I promise. But...”

Sir Pentious

Things sort of click when Alastor says that and Telly gives a little gasp and a little 'Oh.' He's quiet a moment and he takes a few breaths, before sliding his hand back to hold Alastor's cheek. The gesture is tender, and his thumb strokes over his cheek.

"It wasss your Pentious, yes? The one you told me about, from your universssse? The one who ssssucceeded?" He nodded and gave a hum. "May...May I asssk how? How did you ruin it?"

There's no accusation in his voice, just curiosity, but his hand stays on his cheek, his tail still wrapped around his legs. Everything about Telly was gentle here, in this moment. He didn't want to ruin this either.

Alastor

He owed Sir Pentious this—*some* Sir Pentious somewhere. Someone had to hear his confession, hear him acknowledge his sins. “We got—this far. I spent the night. But I panicked before morning. I’ve never—I’d never wanted somebody before. I didn’t want to become the kind of person who—*wants.* So I... left.” He took a deep, shaky breath, pressing his face into Telly’s hand. “And I... You can be a stubborn, determined man, Sir Pentious. If I wanted to get away, I had to—I *thought* I make sure he wouldn’t want to try to bring me back.” Disembodied sound clips play around Alastor—the distant, dull sounds of multiple explosions; an out-of-context news broadcast: “And it's crashing!—It's burning and bursting into flames—and the frame is crashing to the ground—Oh, the humanity—“ and then a far more familiar voice, choked with rage and disbelief and hurt: “No. We fought ssside by side. You hhelped me—"

The clips are all cut off with a whine of feedback. He didn’t mean to share that last one. He didn’t mean to share *most* of those sounds, the reinterpreted broadcast should have been enough—but some self-destructive part of him had to go too far with it. Sir Pentious who had died in an airship crash so traumatic he couldn’t even put on mascara without remembering spending his last moments blinded—and Alastor who had taken Sir Pentious’s love and trust and in return brought down his airships. How could this one forgive him for his crimes against the other one? “I’m—sorry.” It wasn’t enough.

Sir Pentious

His face falls and his heart breaks-- for both of them. For Alastor's panic induced destruction, and for the other....the other him that was hurt by it. His touch is still gentle, though, thumb stroking Alastor's cheek. Telly's breath hitches a little, and one small tear escaped the corner of his eye-- a tear shed for what Alastor had done, for what Sir Pentious had lost. His hand slides back to the back of his neck again, and brings his head in to press their foreheads together. And then he swallows the lump congealing in his throat to speak.

"It's okay. I....I understand. That panic, that feeling of needing to push someone away. I understand it. I'm sorry it happened, to both of you. I'm sorry that you hurt him, and yourself." He takes another breath, and his arm winds around Alastor's waist, pressing him closer than before.

"I want this. I want us. But there is something I need from you before we go further with this. I need you to promise me, to _swear_ to me there won't be a repeat performance. I--" He feels the tears then, bubbling up in all his eyes. "I don't think I would be able to take the heartbreak, Alastor. If you were to betray me like that, after we begin this, after everything you've done for me, it would be too much. So, please, promise me you won't do that again. Not with me."

A little hiccup and he used a hand to wipe at his eyes. "I want to give you my heart, but I'm not going to hand it over if there's a chance you could turn around and crush it. I need you to swear to me, that we won't end up like that."

Alastor

And there, Telly’s starting to cry already—Alastor’s ruined it. Fifty-four years ago he ruined this before it ever had a chance. His smile starts to wilt, corners threatening to turn down. If Alastor had to break Sir Pentious’s heart again, this was the most responsible way to break it, wasn’t it?

But then Telly starts to speak. And Alastor can’t believe his ears.

Just like that? That’s all it took? Telly *understands?* No, that can’t be. There aren’t second chances in Hell. But— “I—I promise. I promise. I promise.” He slides an arm under Telly’s shoulders, clutching him tight, eyes squeezed shut and face pressed against Telly’s shoulder. Please, let Alastor have this! “I’ll shake on it if you want—my soul and every soul I own if I ever betray you!” There’s only the slightest tremble to his voice, professional that he is—but hot tears are trapped between his cheeks and Telly’s scales.

Sir Pentious

Alastor's crying. Alastor's _crying_ against him and that's all he can focus on for a moment, until he processes the worlds. Then there's a gasp from Telly at that-- all the souls and Alastor's own? Just hearing that fills him with a confidence in this, in them, but there's still that fear. He hates to actually ask for it......

"Will you? Shake on it? Make a deal and make it binding?" His hand is on the back of his head, petting at his hair, and he hiccuped a little, his own tears running free. "I don't-- I don't want to force you into sssomething like that, but....and I'm ssssorry I don't have more trussst in you, but I-- I'm-- My mind, my anxiety, it will alwayssss be whissspering if we don't, I think." He sits up slowly, prying their bodies apart just enough to get his hand between them, offering it in a shake.

"You swear to never betray me like you did the Sir Pentious of your own universe, to not destroy this relationship and my heart, or you forfeit your soul and all those you have to me?"

Alastor

“I *never* want you to worry about trusting me. If this takes that fear away—yes.” Because Alastor is risking nothing. He *knows* he’ll never do that again. He knows he *couldn’t*, even if he wanted to. If it gives Telly something and costs Alastor nothing—well, Alastor is a dealmaker, and that’s a good deal.

He listens carefully to Telly’s terms. They go beyond what Alastor said, with the sort of ambiguous wording that devils and dealmakers could use to run in circles around a victim. Alastor knows Telly doesn’t mean them that way; but he’s not leaving any open loopholes that might see him, for example, trapped in some nightmare marriage a thousand years from now because some judge ruled that Alastor couldn’t file for divorce without “destroying this relationship.” He might have been raised Catholic, but he happens to think divorce is a pretty good option to keep on the table.

He chooses his words carefully. “I... can’t swear that I’ll never end this relationship or never break your heart. As much as I want to vow that—maybe in a hundred years we’ll decide we’re incompatible, or maybe I’ll break your heart through some unforgivable, unpredictable accident—and I won’t risk my soul on things I can’t prevent.”

He pushes himself up again, cheeks still wet, and slides his hand into the scant inches between their chests. “But I swear I will never knowingly and deliberately or callously break your heart; and I swear that if I do ever leave, I’ll leave with kindness and honesty; and I swear I’ll never betray you like I did the Sir Pentious of my universe; or I forfeit my soul and all those I have to you.”

And if that’s good enough for Telly—not a promise to control the uncontrollable but at least a promise to control his own actions—then here’s Alastor’s hand, glowing green, ready to be taken.

Sir Pentious

He listened to Alastor's words, his tears drying on his cheeks. Yes, that made sense. He wouldn't want to be stuck in a relationship with no out if he were in Alastor's shoes, and things did change. But he nodded, face serious.

"I can accept those terms. I'll accept them happily. For you and for us." He smiled softly.

And then Telly took his hand and shook it. He didn't release it, instead using it to pull Alastor back in for a kiss. It's harder than before, but in a happy way, and the hand that's not still clasped in Alastor's tangled into his hair to hold him.

Alastor

He pressed into the kiss immediately, the tips of his fangs and tongue immediately teasing at Telly’s lips—*let me in, please*—as he felt the magic behind the contract shooting up his arm and pooling in his chest, pounding in his heart, hot and electric.

Of all the things he anticipated, he didn’t expect the bargain to make HIM feel safe. But it did. He could be sure he’d never lose his nerve and betray Telly. He *couldn’t* betray him. He felt lighter.

Sir Pentious

Telly's mouth opens to him, and his tongue flicks out to play against Alastor's. Then back it goes to let him smell, and then back out-- like it has a mind of its own. He lays back again, taking Alastor with him, and he finally releases Alastor's hand to instead grip at his jacket.

He pulls back after letting the kiss linger against his lips. "How-- Ah, how far do you--" God, he couldn't even get that question out and he nips at Alastor's lip instead. "I need to know....where I should....stop....with this...."

Alastor

It’s hard to leave that kiss behind, but he lifts himself just enough to let his brain sort itself out. How far—? It’s hard to think about; he still has tears dripping off his cheeks and onto Telly’s. He’s still reveling in this sense of *security.* But the fact that Telly asks makes his heart flutter. Give him a second to try to remember where the Venn diagram circle of what he wants ends and what other people tend to want starts. “Let—let me keep my underwear on. Everything outside that is...”

Good enough, he’s back in the kiss. He wants those fangs on his lip again.

Sir Pentious

He lets Alastor kiss him again, and does give him a few more nips, but then another thought presents itself and he's pulling away again to speak.

"I-- Ah, you should know that my-- my anatomy is-- it's the same as a snake's in, ah, below the belt regards. I have--" He looks away and his hand rubs the back of his neck and then over his face. God, this is embarrassing, but it's something he should say.

"I don't know how comfortable you are with other people's....anatomy. In that way. Please tell me if anything makes you....uncomfortable? I don't want that for you....I want whatever we do to be good for us both."

Alastor

“—two? Were you going to say two?” Because if he was, then Alastor really is gonna have a case of déjà vu—and he’s trying not to start laughing.

He pushes himself up again. “I’ve never wanted to get that close to anybody *else’s* anatomy before. But I want to see every last inch of you.” His smile turns self-conscious after that. “And... we’ll figure out what I’m inclined to do with it from there. Sound fair?”

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Sir Pentious

Telly laughs, covering his face with a hand again. "Yes. Yes, I was. I take it you're familiar, then?"

He moves the hand and then nods, very seriously, before giggling again. "Yes. That sounds good. But do you know the first place I want you to explore?" His smile turned downright sultry as he took Alastor's hand and lead it back to the gills on the side of his chest.

"Why not start somewhere new for both of us?"

Alastor

Oh, Alastor could listen to that laugh forever. Every single one of Sir Pentious’s laughs, from the self-conscious giggle to the maniacal cackle. "It's come up once before! Under similar circumstances, in fact! Although we were never properly introduced—I'm still only familiar with the twins by reputation." He thinks he's hilarious.

Alastor blinks in surprise as Telly moves Alastor's hand to his gills. "Really? It doesn't feel like I'm trying to stick a finger up your nostril?" He experimentally runs one finger along the outer ridge of a gill.

Sir Pentious

"No--" The rest of his sentence is cut off by a moan and then a full body shiver-- and that's a lot of body for him! How sensitive those gills seem to be, and quite the erogenous zone.

"That-- Um, ah, the gentle touch feels....I can't quite describe it, but it's....very good. I think the closest is probably when you, when you touch something to your lips? But more..." He laughed again, breathless. "And well, you will get to see them tonight, especially if you keep touching me like that..."

Alastor

Oh, Alastor feels that moan in his very bones. He’s not used to that—most sexual noises are the auditory equivalent of someone chewing up their food and then carefully spitting it in his ear. But from Sir Pentious, it’s... well, it’s still pretty goofy-sounding, sure—but it’s a sound *Alastor* elicited on purpose. It’s the positive result of Alastor trying to make Telly feel good. And *that*... He thinks he likes that.

The shiver is like sitting atop a mechanical bull as it powers up, right before it starts bucking. Alastor pauses just a moment to absorb the new sensation, and then continues, tracing lightly along the gills with two fingers, then three. "That sounds like a fine plan to me! Especially if it gets another noise like that out of you."

Alastor focuses on Telly's face and chest as he continues, watching every change in his expression, every twitch of his muscles. And listens intently to every single sound out of him.

Sir Pentious

With each stroke, there's another shiver, another moan, and one of Telly's hands briefly scrambled for something to hold before landing on the tail of Alastor's jack. He scrunches up the material and takes a breath. His brain can hardly keep up with the sparks it sends through his body, he feels punchdrunk from the sensation, hardly registering Alastor's words.

"T-That is something. W-Who knew gills would be so sensitive?" He chuckled. "You're going to get so much out of me tonight, Alastor. Everything you want to pull free from me, I'll give willingly."

Alastor

“Here you are offering to sing opera for me”—a few seconds of Christine Daae’s wailing at the end of the “Phantom of the Opera” theme—“and me without my recording equipment!” Alastor sighs woefully, to laughs from the studio audience. "Who knew! Gills aren’t the place *I'd* choose for an erogenous zone. But then, I wouldn't have merged the entertainment center with the sewage system, either." More studio laughter and a flushing toilet sound effect. Can you tell this man has never done dirty talk in his life. Can you tell it has not occurred to him that he SHOULD be trying dirty talk right now. "It still feels like I'm threatening to stick a finger up your nose."

For a brief moment he wonders what it WOULD be like to try to dig up into Telly’s gills. It wouldn't be hard, he thinks, to reach his ribs. To taste Telly’s blood and lungs. To hold his heart in Alastor's hands...

That, he decides, is a fantasy he probably ought to keep to himself. But when he bends in for another kiss, there's a little more fang behind it.

Sir Pentious

Telly can't help but snort, and roll his eyes (all of them) at the commentary. It seems like Alastor's back in form-- not even emotional confessions and desperate make outs could keep a good radio host down. He kisses back, though, and Telly finally starts in on Alastor's clothes. Jacket unbuttoned, he starts tugging the shirt out from where it's tucked in and then reaching up to remove the bowtie.

"You know," He says when their kiss breaks again. "You really are incorrigible. You have me at your mercy, nude and writhing, and you're making toilet jokes." There's fondness in his voice though, and he laughs. He removes the covering on Alastor's neck and then immediately is attacking it with kisses.

Alastor

"I've got to keep you laughing somehow, don't I?" What kind of a radio host would he be if he couldn't switch stations at a moment's notice? Just don't ask what the other stations are broadcasting right now. There’s a fair amount of emotional turmoil still brewing beneath the surface.

As Telly moves in on Alastor’s neck, he says, "Careful, I've got—ah." The bandage on his shoulder just past the crook of his neck—an unhealed bite wound made by another Sir Pentious in anger. Never mind, it can wait, his undershirt covers the bandage. He awkwardly shrugs off his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the ancient band t-shirt he's using as an undershirt and offering more of his neck to Telly.

Sir Pentious

Telly makes sure to leave his mark-- a little scrape of teeth and then some sucking has a lovely hickie appearing against Alastor's skin. He smirks as he pulls back, pleased at how it looks-- and then he notices the t-shirt.

He blinks. "What'ssss that?" He points at it. He is perplexed. The Radio Demon wears t-shirts under his suit?

Alastor

Tease. Barely grazing his skin and sucking a little at it without biting down? Telly probably hadn’t even broken the skin. Alastor bites his lip, don’t stop there—

—what was that? “Oh! My undershirt!” He sits up, straddling Telly’s hips (pause to consider how amazing and miraculous that is), and pulls the shirt straight out. “They started printing slogans and artwork on undershirts in the 50’s, I thought it was fun! Adds a bit of entertainment to the most boring part of one’s wardrobe.” (He still considers t-shirts a form of underwear.)

The t-shirt in question looks like it was painted by a fantasy novel cover artist and ostensibly displays the name of a metal band, although the name looks more like a tangle of barbed wire than like actual words—and it’s so old it’s falling apart at the seams. This particular piece of high fantasy heavy metal art features a murderous-looking cobra menacing some sort of tiger person. Alastor glances away, momentarily self-conscious. “The local version of you—he also plays pipe organ, obviously—he started playing organ on rock-and-roll bands’ albums in the eighties.” (He still considers heavy metal a form of rock-and-roll.) “One of the only traditionally trained pipe organists in Pentagram City who’s willing to play modern music, I’m given to understand. I can’t stand the sound of it, but... I... like to listen for his solos.”

Sir Pentious

He's careful as he touches the shirt, tracing a claw along the familiar looking cobra. Well, that's something. A smile touches his lips and he chuckles a bit.

"He plays for rock bands? Hm. Never thought of doing that. But I bet it's a fun time for him, being able to play for others. I'm glad you were able to hold on to something of him, even if it's just organ solos in rock music." Telly laughs again, getting his hands on either side of the hem of the t-shirt.

"Arms up, I'd rather not tear something that is important to you." But before that, Alastor gets another kiss, this one a touch sweeter than the others.

Alastor

Another point of difference between the Sir Pentious that Alastor once knew and this one. He files it away carefully. “I’d tell you how he got into it, but I haven’t the foggiest!” A slight grimace. “We... weren’t on speaking terms by that point.” *Even if it’s JUST organ solos.* Yeah, that just about sums it up. He wrenches himself off of that station and leans into the kiss, trying to let it distract him. “Pity, though—I was kind of hoping you could explain the appeal of that music to me! I just don’t get the sound at all.”

He tilts his head so his antlers don't catch the shirt as Telly lifts it and tries not to think about how exposed he is. And there's Alastor half naked. He has a bandage on his shoulder near his neck. Patches of thick red fur on his chest and trailing down the center of his stomach to his belt line do little to hide how bony he is. Almost as soon as he's uncovered, he automatically crosses his arms.

Sir Pentious

The crossed arms were pretty hard to miss. Alastor was clearly uncomfortable being without his clothes, which was fair enough. Not everyone could be as comfortable being nude as a giant snake, after all.

His eyes were drawn to the bandage however, and he very gingerly touched the edges of it, careful not to press. "What's this? Was this from when you healed me? I thought you would've healed it by now..." He arches his brow, and lets his hand trail down to rest on Alastor's arm. Then an idea strikes, something that might make them both more comfortable.

"Oh! Oh, a moment, I think I have something..." He gently took Alastor by his upper arms, easily and quickly, but still gently, moving him off and setting him on the floor. He slithered quickly to his dresser, throwing open a drawer and digging through his clothes. He returned, beaming and triumphant, holding a soft, very large, grey t-shirt.

"If you're not comfortable without something to cover you, then why not this? I just don't want anything to happen to that shirt that you like so much, and I have many shirts of different kinds." He offered it to Alastor, leaning down to kiss his cheek as he did.

Alastor

An ear twitches at the touch to the bandage. "Oh! No, that was here.” He taps his inner arm, see, the skin’s already smooth and only slightly discolored by what looks like long-faded bite marks. “Nothing to worry about—it's not bad, just pierced a bit deep. It's healing fine, so I elected not to waste any magic on it.”

He willingly moves aside and watches curiously as Telly rummages around. What's he looking for— "Oh! No no, I'm fine! I'm just getting used to the chill, that's all. You don't have—" He looks properly at the shirt. He sees the text on the shirt. He takes the shirt. He puts the shirt on.

He loves this shirt.

Sir Pentious

Yes, Telly thought he might. He smiles and settles back on the ground, taking Alastor's hand to pull him back to his lap.

"That's better, yes? And if I should bite through it, well, it'll give the shirt some character. That's what getting blood and bite holes in a shirt does, correct?" He laughed again, his Pentious™️ laugh. He did still slide his hands under the shirt, though, letting his claws dig into Alastor's sides a bit.

And then he leans in for another kiss, rougher this time, testing the waters as it were. He scrapes his fangs hard enough to draw blood at least, and the points of his claws sharply dig in further. He certainly wants to see if Alastor likes that...

Alastor

“Well, they certainly thought so in the nineties.” The shirt isn’t getting blood and bite holes without Alastor getting bloody bites, though—and the thought of it makes his dead heart pound harder, drumming in his ears.

When Telly’s fangs draw blood, it triggers a searing, white-hot, knife-sharp euphoria right behind his eyes, and he leans in hungrily, desperate for more, shaking hands scrabbling for the back of Telly’s neck and head, fangs digging into Telly’s lip.

Sir Pentious

He wasn't expecting quite that reaction, but it was hardly unwanted. His own hands wound around to Alastor's back to pull him closer, smashing them chest to chest. His claws dug in, scraping down Alastor's back, hard enough to leave bloody red lines behind.

Telly pulled from Alastor's lips to return to his neck, and the hickie he'd already left. His mouth opened and he bit, overcome by the urge-- forgetting for a moment, his venom. The thought struck him like lightning, though, and he pulled away cursing.

"Shit! Fuck, oh no, Alastor, hold on--" He rushed off again, this time to his bedside table, to grab a vial and syringe. "I have the anti-venom, let me give it to you, hold on, just a moment--!"

Alastor

He shudders as he’s clawed, the static background noise that surrounds him jittering between stations, grabbing snatches of disconnected voices and half-words. When Telly pulls away from him, he has just enough time to hiss “Please—” before fangs sink into his throat. His voice cuts off completely with a gasp, replace with distorted song clips—“*I've tasted blood and I want more—*” “*OH~ touch-a touch-a touch-a TOUCH me~—*”

He nearly swoons when Telly disappears to go get the anti-venom. For a moment he sits there, blinking, dazed smile on his face, before he registers what happened and gets to his feet to follow Telly. His knees are like jelly, is that from the venom or is it just him? “Give it to me straight, doc, how long until the venom does me in?” He sits on the bed, bats his eyelashes dramatically, and gives Telly a bloody smile. “Short enough that I’ll die happy?”

Sir Pentious

He's torn between laughing at that reaction and pure panic, but his hands don't shake as he gets the dose of anti-venom into the syringe. He takes Alastor's arm and locates a vein, plunging the needle in and then pressing the plunger. Once that's done, he sighs in relief, sinking down to the floor. He rubs his hands over his face, and his breath is shuddering, but after a few more moments, it settles. And then he laughs, a bit choked and a bit manic, but otherwise calm.

Telly lifted his head and then took Alastor's hands in his. "If you want me to bite more, then we're going to have to figure out what to do about my venom. You'll...ah, you'll become resistant eventually, but I certainly don't want to panic after every love bite. Maybe-- is there some magical way to counteract venom? Or make you immune? I am afraid that is not my area of expertise."

Alastor

So fast. Alastor automatically glances away when the shot goes in. Then he leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as Telly laughs, draping an arm over his shoulder—everything’s fine, no harm done. This certainly isn’t how he expected this visit to go; but then he didn’t expect... any of this. He expected to help Telly flake off some dead skin, congratulate him on a shed well done, and go home.

Alastor slides off the bed and seats himself on Telly’s coils. “Well, I most assuredly want you to bite more, so we’ll just have to figure that out! I’ve got a few tricks that can help draw it out, but they’re only partially effective. I could go to some of the higher demons to buy full immunity, but I don’t like making such large purchases from them unless I have to. Beyond that—if you tell me how you make your anti-venom, maybe I could brew up some potion that does the same thing? Or I could go to your local me, see whether he might be able to give me a blood transfusion to pass on whatever immunity he’s started building up?” If Telly panicked that much, Alastor wonders just how much suffering his alternate was in. (He needs to ask Telly about his relationship with the local Radio Demon some time, now that Telly knows a little bit about Alastor’s local Sir Pentious.) He winks, “Or maybe you just need to keep biting me until I get that natural resistance.”

Sir Pentious

He purrs when Alastor presses their foreheads together, and smiles at the gesture. God, he loves this, he loves touching and being touched, so very much, especially here and now and with him.

"I can give you my formula for the anit-venom, yes. I could also make some larger doses of it, perhaps just have more prepared. I could also come up with a device that could maybe automatically inject you, so we don't have to do the bottle and needle dance every time. Maybe an armband of some kind..." He made a face at the mention of the local variety. "I'm not sure if I've bitten him enough for him to gain one." He sniffed a bit haughtily, and then hummed, cupping Alastor's face to lean in to kiss him.

"Also, I could give you just some bottles of my venom, to try and figure out your own version of the anti-venom. Might even be fun, if you want to help milk it." He grins. "But that dose should counteract any more bites tonight-- but tell me if you feel nauseous, or if you get the chills."

Alastor

Alastor tightens his one-arm embrace when Telly kisses him again—he never thought he’d have a chance at this again, smooth scales under his bare skin. It feels so right.

“Oh, I get the chills just looking at you!” The song’s back—“*Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me—*” “What other symptoms should I watch out for? A racing heart? Lightheadedness? Sudden swoons? It might be too late for me!” He melodramatically presses a hand to his forehead—then laughs. God, it feels so good just to *say* that—without having to filter his words. “*Would* you let me have some of your venom?”

Sir Pentious

"Well, then, just tell me if you start to get nauseous." He laughs, and then slithers up onto the bed, taking Alastor with him. He lays among the pillows, letting his hand snake back under his shirt to start scraping against his skin again.

"Of course, as much as you wanted-- though I'm not sure if the classic 'drop in your drink' method of gaining a tolerance would work." He smiles, leaning in to let his tongue flick over the wound on Alastor's neck.

"Didn't know you liked Rocky Horror, darling. But I will _touch-a, touch-a, touch_ you all you want."

Alastor

He rolls onto his side so he can face Telly; and then, realizing that he’s still fully dressed from the waist down, lifts his feet one at a time so he can unlace his shoes and toss them aside. The flick over his wound stings lightly; it sends tingles up and down his neck.

“So you know it!” His face lights up. “It’s not one of my favorites—but it’s a place to go at midnight when all the other picture houses are either closed or showing porn!”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I do! Sad to say I've never gone to a midnight showing, only ever watched it on my projector here. But I enjoy it, it's very odd." Telly lets out another laugh, watching Alastor toss his shoes. He presses his lips to the wound, smearing some of Alastor's blood there, before moving down to where his neck and shoulder meet. There, he opens his mouth once more and bites down-- if Alastor likes this so much, well, he's more than happy to give him more now that he's had the anti-venom.

Alastor

“Really!” He beams eagerly. “We ought to fix that sometime. *Oh*—with costumes! *We can wear costumes.*” He could already imagine a beautiful future ahead of them: attending every silly little costume event the Pride Ring has to offer, dramatically playing with each other in character... stumbling home together through dark streets in the wee hours of the morning.

Alastor gasps again at the fresh bite—then lets out a giddy laugh. “All my life I’ve heard ‘he treated me like a piece of meat’ being used as a complaint! Please, if you ever feel the urge to bite a whole chunk out of me, don’t hold back.” He wraps an arm around Telly’s waist, drawing him closer—and then starts exploring his body again, running his fingertips up and down his back and dragging his thumb along the outer edges of his new gills. Every time he moves his arm, he can feel it deep in the shoulder muscle that Telly bit.

Sir Pentious

When he pulls back, mouth bloody, he smiles. "Costumes! Yes, absolutely. We both seem to love them, it seems, what better way for us to have fun." He coos.

The touches to his gills made him gasp, and he licks his blood covered teeth. His claws dug in again, and he kneaded, similarly to a cat. He moves his head, and then uses a hand to shift the collar of the shirt, letting him get at another piece of unmarred flesh. And he's biting again. At the end of this, Alastor would probably be covered in blood, but so would he, and he didn't mind that one bit.

"If I feel the urge, I'll be sure to indulge. Right now, all I want is to mark you up all over."

Alastor

Mark him—he likes the sound of that. He likes the idea of having proof that this really happened—something he can look at in the mirror tomorrow and SEE. Incontrovertible evidence.

He nearly digs his claws in when Telly bites again—without his gloves on, his claws are short and black, but still more than sharp enough to break skin—but he freezes, barely restraining himself. No, not that, not now. Instead, he nuzzles Telly’s face and murmurs, “Wasn’t I lotioning you before we got distracted? I believe I still haven’t gotten to most of you.”

Sir Pentious

He blinks. God, the lotion seemed like an eternity ago, he hardly remembers it. He flops back against the pillows and then nods. "Yes, you were. We got caught up in the euphoria of kissing, and biting, I suppose."

He laughs and his tail shifts, searching on the floor. A few moments later, and the tail fully returns to the bed, the lotion coiled in the very tip. "There it is~ Why not get back to it, and then I'll reward you with more bites. And perhaps it will bring forth the twins, as you called them." He snickers.

Alastor

"More? I'm going to leave here looking like Swiss cheese!" It's not a complaint.

He sits up, squeezes a bit more into his hands, and looks over Telly greedily. Oh, where to start? Every last inch available for him to touch as he sees fit. "Let's see... I think I got your back already... So let's start with..." He leans forward, running his hands along Telly's shoulders and collar bones, feeling the bones and muscles underneath, trying to memorize the shapes of them with his fingertips.

Sir Pentious

"Yes, as many as you can stand." He laughs.

When Alastor picked his spot to start, Telly shifted to allow him to reach whatever he might want. His tail moved as well, flipping to expose the bright yellow underbelly. The bed only fit ten feet, and usually he was coiled on it, so spreading out like this really showed just how long her was.

Alastor

"Oh, you're going to regret saying that! I have an amazing tolerance for pain."

His gaze travels down the length of Telly's body, drinking in the two-tone scales and the many eyes—he'll get down there soon enough. He returns his attention to Telly's upper body, moving down to his chest, carefully tracing around the central eye. Oh yes, this was *much* better than nail polish. Better smelling, for one thing. "You know, I wasn't just flattering you earlier. You truly are the single most beautiful being I've ever seen."

Sir Pentious

"I'll have to test it, then." He laughs, and then he bit his lip. He chewed a moment, forgetting his fangs in the need to chew on something. Compliments had that affect-- either a chewed lip or a tear filled eye.

But he stops after a moment and mutters a soft 'Ow.' as his tongue flicked out to lick at the wounds.

"You say that, but, I--" He makes a soft noise and sighs. "I'm sorry I'm still unused to compliments...I always find them hard to accept. But thank you. I know you mean it, and that means a lot to me."

Alastor

"So sorry!" He leans forward to kiss the wound—and get a taste of it himself while he's there. "Does that mean I should keep the compliments to myself? Or should I make sure you get used to them?"

Sir Pentious

"No, please, keep complimenting. I'd rather get used to hearing them, so that when it comes time for the rest of Hell to join in the flattery, I won't be coy about it." He laughs and winks.

Telly smirks slyly as a thought comes to him, and he wipes some of his blood onto his thumb. Then he leans over to spread it on Alastor's lips.

"Mm, that shade's is quite flattering on you." He laughs again and then reclines once more, pleased with himself.

Alastor

He'd hoped Telly would say that.

Before he resumes exercising his God-given right to ramble endlessly without ever shutting up, he lets Telly paint his lips, presses them together like he's smoothing out a layer of lipstick, and runs the tip of his tongue along the inner edge of his lower lip to taste it. It's going to be difficult resisting the urge to lick it straight off. Maybe he ought to start wearing lipstick regularly.

"In that case, I'll have to tell you all about how utterly mesmerizing you are when I watch you swim! Or how bone-chilling your villainous laugh is, or how spectacularly well megalomania suits you! Or how much you awe me with those brilliant machines you put out—so casually! And so quickly! Why, if you worked in magic rather than machinery you'd already be a god, if only you could build your private menagerie out of molecules and cells rather than clockwork parts. I truly believe you have a mind to rival God's, and if I'm wrong I dare Him to smite me for it!" He pauses to wait. He is not smote. "I guess I must be right!"

Sir Pentious

Telly can't help the nervous and almost embarrassed giggles that erupt from him, but his smile is wide. To think, Alastor thought that highly of him when the one of his own universe could spend hours on espousing the opposite. But he wouldn't let thoughts of his local variety sour any of this. He didn't belong anywhere between them. No, this space was theirs and theirs alone.

A contented purr came next and he wiggles against the pillows. He takes one of Alastor's hands and kisses it, leaving a smear of blood there, though the wounds are already starting to stop bleeding.

"You're truly flattering me, Alastor. Soon my true ego will match my bravado." He laughs again. "But please don't let that stop you!" His laugh turned to a cackle.

Alastor

That cackle is enough to give him goosebumps. "I hope they will match! Egomania would *also* look good on you!" He bends down to lick the blood off his own hand (pff, tastes lotiony), then kisses Telly again—and resumes trailing his hands down Telly's body, caressing his chest, his abdomen, and sliding around to his gills again.

Sir Pentious

He returns the kiss and really is loathe to let Alastor go back to touching him if it meant Telly had to break the kiss. But he did, giving another contented purr-- and then a sharp groan when Alastor got near the gills again.

"If these things are that sensitive, I truly wonder how they'll fair when I'm in my suit," He huffs. "They are interesting, though. I want to try them out soon."

Alastor

Oh, those beautiful sounds. It was almost too easy. "That *would* be distracting. I wonder if there's some avant-garde fashion designer somewhere who makes suits with open sides?" He laughs. "Or maybe it's because they're new! Right after I died, my ears and tail were much more sensitive. Not THIS kind of 'sensitive,' but..."

He continues his caresses throughout his talking, slowly trailing lower down Telly's sides toward his hips, back toward that spot Telly showed him earlier that he could now feel with his own bare skin. Hmm. River stone. Yeah. Maybe he could sneak Telly into the mortal realm—take him somewhere *nice* to try out swimming...

Sir Pentious

His breathing is mostly under control, though he can't help the small, downright needy noises that come out with every touch. He just wants to lay here forever, being touched by Alastor.

"I remember my eyes being extremely sensitive before my first shed, but I think that was more just irritation than anything."

Another gasp and he could start feeling the twins as Alastor so named them, starting to peek their heads out from their hidden spot in Telly's sheath.

Alastor

He wonders if the sensitivity was some sort of aftereffect of the way Telly had died—but he wasn’t about to ask and ruin the mood. "I've always wondered how you stand all those eyes everywhere! I suppose you've got some sort of protective layer over them, don't you—but even so! It can't be comfortable slithering around on them all the—oh, hello." He rests his hands on Telly's hips. Guess what he's just noticed?

He goes still and silent for a moment as he studies the emerging equipment, not with a look of lust or hunger but a sort of excited curiosity—eager to see now that the sheath is opening how it usually keeps itself so well-hidden, eager to see the shape of what it contains.

Sir Pentious

God above, he really truly was happy that he couldn't blush, or he'd be even more embarrassed. With how intently Alastor is staring, he can't help but feel self conscious. But he keeps that to himself, biting his lip again.

But despite the burning embarrassment he's feeling, his dicks still emerge, slowly, as they were wont to do. Compared to the rest of him, they don't look the most impressive, but at a solid nine inches, they were on the large end for any human measurements. Not to mention, well, there were two.

They glistened with the slick self lubricant Telly's sheath produced, and he took a short breath once they fully emerged.

"What do you think?" He asks, and immediately the embarrassment is tenfold. Wow, Telly, that was lame, that was super lame. He pressed one hand to his face to hide himself a bit. This was just....a lot.

Alastor

"... Uh." For a moment, he's at a loss for words—not because he's particularly awed or flustered, but rather because he ISN'T, and he knows full well that under the circumstances he's EXPECTED to be. He thinks they’re kind of strange, in the way that one would expect a rarely-seen human part that’s been partially mutated by an animal part to be before one gets used to it; and he also thinks they’re kind of pretty in the same way that he thinks all of Sir Pentious is kind of pretty. But neither of those seem particularly remarkable.

What's a good partner supposed to say when they see someone else's dick(s) for the first time? That question isn't covered in sex ed. Or maybe it is, Alastor wouldn't know, his school didn't have sex ed.

He's read pulp novels and smutty comics, what do they usually say when the dick comes out? Something about the size, typically. "Well," he says, "you're bigger than me." A beat as he rummages around for something else to say. "Good job!"

Sir Pentious

The hand comes off the face, and he just....blinks at Alastor a moment. Then he laughs, loud, deep laughs. It takes time a few moments to calm enough to speak.

"Oh, Alastor, I'm sorry, that was--" He giggles a few more times. "I've never had someone tell me 'Good job!' for having above average sized penises.....Penii? What's the right plural?"

He snaps himself out of thinking about that little conundrum and reaches to take Alastor's hands.

"I must say, you're adorable. Don't worry about figuring out the  right words-- Penii are awkward to talk about." He leans in to kiss him and then smiles, more shy this time.

"Did you....want to touch them? You can, if you wish..."

Alastor

Alastor laughs too, near voicelessly and shoulders shaking. “I didn’t know what else to say! Bigger is generally considered better, isn’t it? It’s—you know—something most men are proud of? It seemed like something worth congratulating!” He laughs again, yes he knows it’s silly.

Adorable? He smiles self-consciously; he’s not sure about this whole *being adorable* business. “You’re one to talk, which one of us got distracted by grammar?” Kiss. “... I think it’s penes, actually.”

He glances back down at The Twins. “I suppose that’s the direction I was headed, isn’t it?” Yes, he does want to touch—but this is another one of those moments that has a bunch of pressure and expectations piled onto it, a weight granted by society at large’s obsession with things that have never mattered to Alastor. He’s not sure how he can touch without it being a disappointment to Telly.

Then better to get the disappointment over with and recover from there, isn’t it? If he puts it off that’s just going to further build up an inevitably underwhelming moment. “Do you have a preference? Or both at once?”

Sir Pentious

He still laughs a little at the grammar comment and shrugs. "What can I say, I'm a Semantics Snake."

He laughs at his own joke and then settles again, taking a deep breath. Well, here it was, the moment of truth, as it were.

"Oh, ah, whichever you wish. I have no preference, nor do you need to....do both at once. The feelings tend to blend anyway." He gave a slight shrug and settled back to....watch, he supposed?

Alastor

Surprised, he asks, “Blend, really? What, does touching both feel like only touching one? What happens if I try to rub circles on one and pat the other?” He wraps his hand around the nearest one like he definitely knows what he’s doing—sure he can handle a dick, he handles his own all the time—immediately lets go in surprise when it’s a lot wetter than he expected, and quickly grabs on again. “What is that—that’s not pre, is it?” It’s a lot, if so—but really, what does he know about how much other men have? He isn’t a doctor.

Sir Pentious

"Yes, them being so close together on my body makes the feelings sort of...combine? Like if you were to grab both, it would definitely feel more than just one, but--" He gets cut off when Alastor wraps his hand around and he gives a little gasp.

"O-oh, ah, um, no, it's not, it's....a sort of natural lubricant that my body produces. Otherwise it would be very uncomfortable when they...came out and whatnot." He laughed, a little breathlessly. "It certainly saves on buying the stuff in a bottle or what have you."

Alastor

“Oh! Makes sense!” He lets go to lick some of the lubricant off his hand to see what it tastes like, then grabs on again to explore the shape of it with his fingertips. “‘Twins’ wasn’t quite right, was it? More like a two-headed turtle, pulling its heads in and out of its shell.” He grins cheekily as he tugs at the edge of the sheath with his pinky.

Sir Pentious

The taste would be....actually quiet similar to Telly's blood, if a bit blander. He's about to say something else when Alastor grabs him again, and a groan comes out instead.

His breath hitches when he touched the sheath, and Telly starts breathing harder, just in general. "The-The sheath is also sensitive, it's full of nerve endings and the like, v-very sssensssitive."

He whines softly, arms shaking a little as he grabs the sheets. Boy is too sensitive for his own good it seems.

Alastor

“Is it!” Alastor leans across Telly’s tail, propping himself up with his elbow on the bed and his cheek in his hand, grinning sweetly and oh so innocently. “So, you’ll be able to feel it particularly well if I do... this?” He runs one finger around the sheath, tracing it from one side of the double dicks to the other.

Sir Pentious

Telly gasps and shudders, his claws tearing the sheets as he gripped them tighter. "Yes!"

The shout is more involuntary than answering his question, but there's another reaction far more exuberant than that-- Telly's tail, rushing to curl from its stretched out position, to coil around Alastor, around the waist, and then his legs. It gave a squeeze, but luckily, not one too hard.

Alastor

Alastor’s gaze darts to Telly’s face when he shouts, and stays there, watching him. Each little noise makes his ears twitch.

The coil wrapped nearest Alastor’s waist serves to alert him to the fact that he has, in fact, developed a boner himself—which is, as far as he’s concerned, an unsurprising but unwanted physical inconvenience in the middle of what’s been an otherwise good time, not unlike sitting in an odd position too long and standing to find one’s foot has gone numb. When he shifts in Telly’s coils to sit up and lean forward, he absentmindedly adjusts Telly’s coil to keep the pressure off of the party crasher so Alastor can stay focused on Telly’s reactions. “Keep making those beautiful sounds, would you?” With one hand he traces around the bases of Telly’s dicks and runs along the sheath, and with the other he reaches up to play with his gills on one side—and the whole time he watches Telly so intently he might not even be blinking.

Sir Pentious

Telly is too consumed by the pleasure to notice Alastor's boner, fortunately for Alastor. He's also not used to being told to be loud. More often, he's asked to keep it down. He keeps himself from biting his lip again, so as not to stifle the noises. His panting is the first noise, and then, moans and groans pour out of him, with every touch and stroke. And then--

"Alassstor!" Halfway between a whine and shout, he writhes on the sheets.

Alastor

He nearly claws into Telly’s side at the sound of his own name—and again just barely restrains himself. “Yes!” He leans half over Telly, gaze darting like a spotlight between his face and his writhing body, eyes shining bright with hunger and adoration. “Oh, let me hear that again!” Like the Phantom compelling Christine to keep singing, if the Phantom sounded like an overexcited 1920s radio broadcaster.

Sir Pentious

His tongue sticks out and stays out, as he pants, and his eyes meet Alastor's, wide and red-pink.

"Alastor, please, more." He whines. Telly's able to release the sheet with one hand, and reach over to press a claw against one of the bites he left.

"I want more."

Alastor

Alastor shudders as wonderful pain lances his shoulder. “Anything you want, *ma reine*.” As long as Alastor knows that he’s the one giving Sir Pentious that pleasure—as long as it’s his name being panted—Alastor will do whatever it takes to give him more of it.

Both hands move to Telly’s dicks and sheath—he might not have any conventional sexual experience, but he certainly knows how to give hand jobs, he’s been giving himself those for well over a century—and his arms’ shadows peel up and slide up Telly’s waist to wrap around his sides.

Sir Pentious

The shadows are odd, but not any stranger than the fact that Telly was a snake and Alastor a deer. They do, however, feel odder than actual flesh and blood hands, and that pulls his attention for a brief moment. At least, until Alastor's attention focuses on his dicks. A whine catches in his throat and he shifts under him.

"Please, _mon roi_," He murmurs, eyes shifting from Alastor's hands to his face. He didn't think today would be ending with him in bed with Alastor, but well, he certainly wasn't going to complain. Especially not when his hands were doing so much for him.

Alastor

Alastor didn’t think *any* day was going to be ending with him in bed with Sir Pentious. Although, to be fair, he sometimes forgets that “in bed with” is an item in other people’s lists of priorities until someone else reminds him. It’s still remarkable.

“Tell me what else you want.” He’s going to keep stroking, keep caressing, keep repeating the things that get the loudest groaning and most dramatic squirming, and pushing them farther wherever he can.

Sir Pentious

It takes him a good few moments to get his brain together enough to remember things he liked, other than everything Alastor was already doing.

"Bite me. I-I like being bit, too. I want some to match what I left on you." He pants and arches against his hands, moaning softly. "Otherwise, just keep going. It feels so _good_, Alastor."

Alastor

To this point he’s been loathe to spill more than a drop or two of Telly’s blood—but at the explicit invitation, his smile stretches even wider. “We’re going to be quite a pair, aren’t we.” He chuckles, straddling Telly’s waist so he only has to let go with one hand to help him keep his balance. He kisses Telly’s neck and collar bone—and then sinks his teeth in. Oh, *delicious*. He wishes he could take a chunk of muscle with him, he’d commit a thousand murders to find out what Telly’s flesh actually tastes like. The blood will have to be enough.

Sir Pentious

"Yes, we will--" He gasps when Alastor's teeth sink in, and then his eyes squeeze shut and he shouts out Alastor's name again. Now that he was closer, Telly's hands move around to Alastor's back, under the shirt, and rake down again-- a sure sign of approval from the snake.

"If anyone asks you...if you got into a fight... you have to answer 'You should see the other guy.'" He wheezes out a laugh, breathless as he is.

Alastor

He shivers under the claws. He can’t remember the last time he got torn up like this, but whenever it was, it couldn’t have been half this good.

His laugh is muffled—his fangs are still buried in Telly’s shoulder almost up to the gums. He releases his bite, licks up the first blood to seep out, and plants a kiss on Telly’s lips. “And if anyone asks, who won the fight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before switching over to Telly’s other shoulder and giving it a matching bite.

Sir Pentious

He returns the kiss, hungry for the taste of his own blood on Alastor's lips. The bit he's smeared there earlier was now covered up with a fresh coat, that was nice. He laughs, his head tilting to give Alastor more space for his next bite.

"Hm, I think--" He gets cut off yet again by a moan tearing itself through him. His hips buck a bit underneath Alastor, begging for more attention.

"I think we both win..."

Alastor

“Mm-hmm!” He moves his second hand back down to Telly’s dicks—which means he can’t prop himself up anymore, but he can live with that. He can get up on his knees to give himself enough space to access the dicks; it’s an awkward angle, but it works.

And it means he’s resting on his chest with his head right next to Telly’s, letting Alastor listen to every lovely laugh and moan.

Sir Pentious

And purr, which is the sound that comes next. Telly turned his head to kiss him again, moaning against his lips.

"I think I'm close, Alastor. Go all out, make me climax," He whispers, his claws dragging down his back again.

Alastor

He thought he WAS going all out. He’s new at this, “bite” and “jerk” are the only two tools in his toolkit. He panics for half a second—what does Telly want for the grand finale, a musical number? (he could handle that, actually)—before he realizes he can just pick up the pace, can’t he?

That, and return to kissing, deeply and eagerly.

Sir Pentious

Turning up the pace certainly works, quite well, in fact. As does the kissing. Their mouths are pressed together when Telly is finally pushed over the edge, and he gasps into his mouth, muttering Alastor's name. His entire body shudders, hard, and that is a lot of body to shudder. His hips jerk up, and both of his dicks spurt in time.

"Ah...Alastor...."

Alastor

He keeps on jerking through the length of Telly’s orgasm, reveling in the sound of his own name and the feel of Telly’s entire body moving beneath him. Success! Mission accomplished!

At last he lets go and murmurs back, “Telly.” A light kiss. “Sir Pentious.” Another kiss.

Sir Pentious

"Alastor," He mutters in return, a blissed out smile on his lips. And then. "Torry." A giggle and then a kiss. "Or maybe....Astor? Do you like that?"

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Sir Pentious

"Alastor," He mutters in return, a blissed out smile on his lips. And then. "Torry." A giggle and then a kiss. "Or maybe....Astor? Do you like that?"

Alastor

He’s silent a moment, trying out the nicknames in his head, listening to the sound of them. “Astor,” he repeats. “Astor, huh. Makes me sound like a star, doesn’t it.”

Sir Pentious

"It does. And it's fitting because you are one." He takes Alastor's chin in his fingers and kisses him again. "I figured that since I have a nickname, you should too. Would certainly help to make things less complicated when referring to you, rather than one of the others."

Alastor

Huff. He returns the kiss, then says ruefully, "Not for a long time, I haven't been a star. But it's a fine sentiment! Maybe again soon, who knows? Maybe as Marquesident Laufeyefferson." He laughs. “If my being in the show doesn’t scare the audiences away from the theater.”

Sir Pentious

"Mm, mm, none of that talk. You are a star, you're my star, and I'll see you shinning again." He smiles and pokes Alastor's nose as he speaks. And then there's another kiss and his arms wrap tight around the Radio Demon. "And you'll have at least," He pauses, mentally tabulating. "Three people there to see you in it."

Alastor

“Why, throw in duplicates and the hotel crew—who I’m *going* to make come—and we might have a dozen! You can fill the rest of the audience with eggs!” HUFF! "So you'll make me a star and I'll make you king of Hell. That's the deal, right?"

For some reason, saying it out loud like that makes him feel strangely emotional. He returns the embrace just as tightly and presses his face into Telly's shoulder, blood and all.

Sir Pentious

"I'll have to get cloning then!" He snickers.

"That is indeed." He laughs softly, his hand going to the back of Alastor's head, to pet his hair. "You're mine, now. I'm yours. We're ours." He's not quite sure what he's actually saying right now, more just rambling in the afterglow.

Alastor

"I'm yours. You're mine. And this is real." That's the hardest part to believe. That the snakeskin under his hands is attached to an actual moving thinking person, not a piece of python-printed leather. That he didn't imagine all the words playing back in his head. That he was given a chance, in spite of everything. *You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you.*

Sir Pentious

Telly purrs in contentment, one hand resting on Alastor's back as the other pets over his hair. "Do you want to sleep here? Don't have an other engagements to attend to, _mon roi_?" His tone is light and playful as his fingers massage the base of one of Alastor's ears.

Alastor

"You couldn't pry me off with a crowbar." He pauses. "Except to use the bathroom. We should probably both wash off, shouldn't we?" And Alastor needs to take the opportunity to jerk off. The human body, he's found, is something like a battleship with very poor communication between the sailors: if the men belowdecks peep out their portholes and see other ships nearby firing their cannons, they hasten to ready their own ship's cannon even if the captain above has no interest in using it.

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I think we should. I do not like letting it, uh, dry on my scales." Telly shifted, coils loosening to free Alastor. He got up and moved towards a door on the far side of the room.

"I'm going to fill up the tub to wash, and you may join me or clean up in the sink if you'd rather that." He smiles. "But I absolutely would not mind if you joined me, were you so inclined."

Alastor

"You think that's bad, imagine letting it dry in your hair." He runs his fingers through the fur on his lower stomach.

On the one hand, getting to be with Telly in a tub. On the other hand, being in the tub, totally naked. "I'll take the sink! I need to look for bandages, anyway. And snoop through all your cabinets." Studio audience laughter. (No but he's definitely going to snoop.) "But I'll come bother you once I'm cleaned up."

Sir Pentious

"All right, then, I will be awaiting you in the true bathroom-- that is, the one with the bath in it." He let out a hissing laugh before slithering through the door, and then to the other at the far side. He started his bath, humming as he put his favorite mix of fragrances in.

Alastor

In the false bathroom, Alastor quickly disarms the uncooperative cannon, pulls off his shirt to wash it in the sink, scrubs off the mess that managed to get beneath the shirt hem... and then, in the process of cleaning off his wounds, stops and stares at himself in the mirror. That really happened, didn't it? How does he feel about that?

About a dozen different ways. None of which he has time to examine right now. Mute those stations and save them for when he's by himself—TRULY by himself, not a room away from somebody who's waiting on him. He digs out some first aid supplies, properly cleans and covers up his bites, and magically dries out his new shirt so he can pull it back on.

Then he pulls off his socks and garters so they won't get wet, tosses them at his other discarded clothes in Telly's room as he passes, and ducks into the true bathroom. “Tired of hanging out in here after a week of it?” Studio laughter. "Well? How do the gills work?"

Sir Pentious

Telly isn't even in the water when Alastor comes back-- but he is dripping and, for some reason, sneezing.

"I may have forgotten about them and put scented oil in the water and now it feels like I snorted it up my nose." Another sneeze.

"So I am rerunning the bath, this time without the oils, and hopefully that will clear things out." He smiles over at Alastor and gives him a once over.

"You clean up nice," He jokes.

Alastor

Alastor laughs loudly. "Oh, and to think I missed it! I chose the wrong bathroom!" He flings an arm around Telly's shoulders. "You poor thing. I guess chlorinate pools are out now, aren't they!" Pity, Telly did so love his fragrances—Alastor wonders whether any of his stock of plants, whether culinary or magical, could serve as an adequately fragranced substitute that wouldn’t irritate Telly’s gills.

Sir Pentious

"Most likely, until my body can adjust to having those sorts of things pass through the gills. I'll have to perform some tests."

He turns his head to kiss Alastor's cheek, before smiling as he slid back into the tub. He did love this in ground design-- so much more convenient for a snake.

Alastor

He sits on the floor next to Telly. "I don't know a lot of fish sinners, unfortunately, or else I'd recommend them to you to ask them questions. Learn from other people's mistakes and all that." After a moment of thought, he rolls up his pant legs so he can stick his hooves in the tub.

Sir Pentious

"Oh, I've missed those hooves," He coos, sliding over to where Alastor sat. "They're so cute, you should take off your shoes more." Under the water, his gills flared and then settled, repeating as he breathed the water.

Alastor

Cute, huh? He crosses his legs to lift one hoof up where it's easier for Telly to see them. The red fur that climbs almost to his knees is currently wet and slicked down and probably less cute than when it’s fully fluffy. “I haven’t had much reason to take them off! Just at the beach and in the bathroom. Although I suppose if I’m going to be spending—“ He realizes what he’s saying halfway through, stops himself, then sheepishly continues with his volume lowered, “... nights over here, from time to time...” It still seems too much to assume.

Sir Pentious

He pushed himself further out of the water to kiss Alastor, softly, and with love. "You're welcome to spend as much time here as you want-- You should know that I can't get enough of you." He winked-- and then his brain clicked and reminded him of something that was dreadfully important, especially under current circumstances.

"Oh! I need to tell you about Hel! Oh, I completely forgot to mention it before we started-- well..." He cleared his throat and chuckled. "She's fine with it, with this, with us. I spoke with her when I first was starting to develop feelings for you and we talked about it. Apparently, in her culture, it's actually quite normal and mundane to be polyamourous! But you don't-- you don't mind either, do you?" He suddenly looks QUITE nervous.

Alastor

OH GOD HEL. *OH GOD HEL.* OH GOD **HEL.** Alastor’s heartbeat sounds less like a timpani and more like a drum roll. He entirely forgot, in the excitement of the everything, that Telly is a taken man. What would his mother think of him. Alastor’s a home wrecker. Or—*worse*—Alastor is some rich British noble’s idea of a fun time before going home each night to his far more powerful and important wife—

OH no never mind, God, everything is fine. “Thank *goodness*.” Alastor’s muscles give out and he flops backwards onto the tile. Listen to the chirping of those invisible birds flying around his head. Now the back of his shirt’s wet. “I...”

...*Does* he mind it? He doesn’t know. He’s imagined what it would be like to be with Sir Pentious more times than he could begin to count, but he’s never considered the possibility that Sir Pentious might simultaneously be with someone else. Alastor’s rarely heard anything nice said about polygamous folks, but he’s noticed a high correlation between the kind of people who go out of their way to raise a big fuss about polygamy and the kind of people who raise a big fuss about queers and the mixing of the races, both of which Alastor happens to be heartily in favor of himself, and that makes him disinclined to put too much stock in such people’s criticisms of any *other* amorous arrangements. He’s known a few little trios or quartets that seemed perfectly happy, although he knows very little about their inner workings. But how does Alastor feel about being *part* of one?

He’s deferring that decision until later. “If she’s fine with it, I want to hear it out of her own mouth. No offense, I hold you in the *highest* esteem, but as a general policy I’m not going to take *any* man’s word for it if he says his lady is fine with him bedding random entertainers he happens to fancy.”

Sir Pentious

Telly watches as Alastor processes it and then as he flops back against the tile. He pulled himself up a little more, and a little bit out of the tub, to flop down beside him. "I will happily arrange that. She'll be glad to hear that we've both finally figured things out." He can't help a little snicker.

"I've been talking with her about my feelings for you this whole time almost, and she's been supportive of it. I just....didn't tell you sooner because I didn't know if you liked me in the same way. I think it's obvious now that we both were a bit blind, weren't we?" He slid closer, laying his head next to Alastor's. He took his arm in one hand and squeezed it, his other twining his fingers with Alastor's.

"I mean, how awkward would it have been for me to just blurt out 'my girlfriend is fine if we start dating!' and then it turned out you _weren't_ interested in me like that? I would've been mortified and it might've ruined the friendship we'd been building. I didn't want to do that. But well, now....now is a good time because now we both know, and that needs to be clear. And don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do anything romantic with her and I doubt she'd want to anyway. It'd just be that I'm dating both of you. I find it quite a novel thing, no one ever openly did such things when I was alive."

He hummed, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "I should finish washing up. You....do still want to stay the night, right?"

Alastor

Alastor laughs. “That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard! Granted, it would have worked on me, but...” He trailed off as he processed the rest of what Telly had said.

“Blind, worried about reading too much into things, either or. Sure, I noticed you were... affectionate, but so’s the Sir Pentious I’m friends with, and it’s entirely platonic out of him.” (Either that, or he’s a much better liar than Alastor thinks. Which he refuses to believe is possible.) “What do you mean, ‘this whole time’? How long, exactly?”

Sir Pentious

Oh. He pauses in getting up, and instead of sliding back into the water, sits there on the edge of the tub. He'd hoped Alastor hadn't caught that. "Ah...well, I've....I've had feelings for you since....since the extermination vacation. That's when Hel and I first talked about it-- I talked with her after our swim and talk. And I've just been feeling more and more since then."

He looked sheepish, looking at the far wall as he drew his hood over his shoulder to pet in a self soothing way. "I wanted to tell you sooner, but again, I didn't want to make things awkward...."

Alastor

*That long.* Alastor marvels at that, staring at the ceiling. They could have had this torrid encounter on a beautiful beach... “Wicked Game” on the wind and Chris Isaak’s ghost smiling in approval... a giant alien sea serpent watching...

“You know, I think I’m glad it took this long! I probably would have gone with it then, but I... don’t think I knew you well enough to do this then.” He honestly still isn’t sure he knows Telly well enough to do this *now.* “I’m used to this whole process taking more like... fifteen years.”

Sir Pentious

"I understand. It seems I tend to move a little fast-- Hel and I met at the speed dating and then that grew fast, too. But one thing I know is my own feelings. Most of the time." He shrugged, turning to look at Alastor.

"We can slow things down now, if you want but I can't say that I'm not happy that we're here now. I like....everything being out there, all these feelings I've been holding inside finally where you can see them. I'm glad we don't have to tiptoe around one another, wondering if the other feels the same." He took Alastor's hand and brought it up to kiss.

"There's a lot we still need to learn about each other, but we can do it now without constantly wondering about our feelings."

Alastor

He squeezes Telly’s hand. “And believe you me, that *is* a relief.” He shuts his eyes, sigh. “But I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little now that we’re here.”

Sir Pentious

"Slowing down," He said, nodding and smiling. He leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'm more than fine with that." He released his hand to slide back into the tub, grabbing a washcloth.

"Just give me a couple minutes and I'll be ready for bed, darling. I think I'll forgo the nightshirt tonight."

Alastor

Alastor cranes his neck to meet the kiss without having to sit up. "Fine by me." What’s *he* going to wear? Same as usual, he figures—boxers and t-shirt.

He props himself up on his elbows to watch while Telly cleans himself—and the way water rolls down his scales, and the way his muscles move and flex... "You know, you're pretty good looking from this angle, too." A disembodied wolf whistle plays.

Sir Pentious

Telly snorts and looks over his shoulder, giving Alastor a half hearted glare. He finishes up and then slithers from the tub and over to the heated towel rack-- freshly replenished by the Eggs when they'd taken away his shed. He started drying himself and then smirked at Alastor.

"Why not make yourself useful and grab a towel, hm? Instead of just oogling me like I'm a steak still dripping blood."

Alastor

He laughs. "Fine, fine!" He pulls his legs out of the tub, stands, and magically dries off the back of his shirt and seat of his pants—and takes two steps on his now-wet hooves, and immediately slips and lands face first on the floor. He lays there for a second, stunned. His shirt is wet again. Then he rolls on his back, lifts a hand into the air, and says, "You know, maybe I should just..." A towel flies across the room and into Alastor's hand. He holds it out to Telly.

Sir Pentious

Telly can't help the laughter that escapes him and his hand flies to his mouth. He slithers over and offers his hand to help him up-- at least to a sitting position.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry, but that was hilariousssss." He giggles more before offering the lower end of his tail for Alastor to dry. "No wonder you don't like walking on those hooves on tile. Hardwood is probably just as bad. Maybe I should get some rugs."

Alastor

"This is why I went into radio instead of musical theater." He accepts the hand, chuckling at himself. “That’s the great thing about shoes: traction!” Studio laughter. “How well does slithering work on rugs?”

Oh, Alastor gets to dry it? He does so almost reverently. They got "distracted" partway into the lotioning, Alastor never got an opportunity to lavish attention on Telly's tail. Time to make up for that.

Sir Pentious

"If it's something like an oriental rug, I should be fine."

Telly hums as he dries, and if Alastor listens closely and knows the tune, he would recognize it as part of your world from the little mermaid.

Every eye that Alastor approaches with the towel doesn't blink, but they did follow his movements, pupils dilating a bit. They watch him intently, almost adoringly, if eyes embedded in Telly's body could look at anyone with adoration.

Alastor

He doesn't see why they shouldn't be able to look at him adoringly. He makes direct eye contact with one and winks to see whether it winks back.

It takes him a moment to recognize the song—Disney musicals usually fall into "I'll watch it once to say I did" territory—but when he does, he cracks up. "You ARE a mermaid now, aren't you! Merman? Not a little one, though!"

Sir Pentious

It unfortunately doesn't. Not having eyelids will do that to an eye. It does, however, dilate a little further.

Telly's humming stopped when Alastor spoke and it took him a moment to understand what he was saying. He laughs after and shrugs a little.

"I suppose so! The Little Mermaid is my favorite of the Disney fare."

Alastor

"Really! I would have pegged you for more of a..." A moment of thought, then he admits, "Actually, I wouldn't have pegged you as a Disney fan at all.” He supposes the mermaid movie makes as much sense as any. What with the taste for sea shanties. And sea monsters. And sea. “Why The Little Mermaid?"

Sir Pentious

Telly gives him an affection, if sort of suffering look and lifts his arm to gesture to the gills.

"Thought that would be obvious by now, darling. What's not to love about a movie revolving around the sea with musical numbers and quite stunning animation?"

Alastor

"Okay, fair! Hah! I just wondered if there was *more* to it than that! Besides, a movie about trying to escape the sea? Why, you're more of a reverse Little Mermaid."

Sir Pentious

"It's more than that, more than even it's connection to the sea, it's a story about love and sacrifice, and it is decidedly queer, both versions of it-- I also loved the written version when I was alive. It resonates with me on many levels than just the surface." His face lights up a moment, and he laughs.

"Like the sea! More under the surface!" He giggles more.

Alastor

He gives Telly a surprised look. "Really? Girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, girl elopes with boy? Where's the queer part?" He pauses. "Besides the fact that the octopus is clearly a drag queen."

Sir Pentious

Telly looked at Alastor, his head tilting. "Have you never read about Hans Christian Anderson or Howard Ashman who wrote the songs for the Disney film? They were both homosexual, Alastor. And both put their own feelings into the character of The Little Mermaid herself. Part of your World is even Ashman lamenting that he wishes to be part of a world that would accept him for who he was and who he loved."

He slithered closer and cupped his face. "_I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know something's starting right now. Watch and you'll see, some day I'll be part of your world._"

Alastor

Alastor probably originally had something intelligent to say, but then Telly took his face and started singing directly to him, and now Alastor is automatically playing the orchestral accompaniment and utterly transfixed.

Sir Pentious

Telly almost loses the song when the orchestra kicks in-- well seems he'd have to get used to music accompaniment when he sang instead of his usual acapella.

"See? When it is sung by a man, doesn't it feel different? It's a song for everyone who ever felt like they didn't belong in the world to which they were born."

Alastor

Alastor probably originally had something intelligent to say, but then Telly took his face and started singing directly to him, and now Alastor is automatically playing the orchestral accompaniment and utterly transfixed.

Sir Pentious

Telly almost loses the song when the orchestra kicks in-- well seems he'd have to get used to music accompaniment when he sang instead of his usual acapella.

"See? When it is sung by a man, doesn't it feel different? It's a song for everyone who ever felt like they didn't belong in the world to which they were born."

Alastor

"Uh." Garbled stations as Alastor clears his throat. "It certainly feels different when *you* sing it." At the moment he's a little too twitterpated to register deeper nuance than that.

Sir Pentious

He laughs and kisses him. "Well, I hope you get used to it, because it's often what my mind latches on to when I am distracted by other things."

Telly strokes Alastor's ear once before shifting his tail towards him. "Now, let's finish getting me dry, and then we can lay down."

Alastor

Kiss! His lips are going to be numb by the time he leaves. “I, for one, hope I never get used to it.”

Right, back to work—hah, work. He continues lovingly drying every inch of Telly’s tail.

Sir Pentious

It doesn't take long with the both of them, to get him dry-- certainly less time than when he's alone. And once they're done, Telly's leaning down to, ayup!, lift Alastor into his arms bridal style.

"Don't want you falling again, dear."

Alastor

He reaches up toward Telly, expecting he’s about to be given a hand to get to his feet. He does NOT expect to be lifted into the air. He flails in surprise, arm flung around Telly’s neck, heart hammering in panic, until he registers what’s happened and stares at Telly. Oh. *Oh.*

A disembodied song clicks on: “*Sha-la-la-la-la-la, music play, do what the music say, you gotta kiss the girl—*”

Sir Pentious

Telly laughs softly, and hums along with the song for a moment. Then he leans down and does as the song says, and kisses the ~~girl~~ deer demon. He lets his lips linger there and then pulls back, slithering towards the door. Through it and then through the next, and they're back in the bedroom. But Telly doesn't set Alastor down, nope, he carries him all the way to the bed and then lays him down with a large amount of gentleness.

"Ready to get out of those pants?" He asks.

Alastor

Telly could toss Alastor down like a sack of potatoes and he’d be happy. He’s not used to all this gentleness. He’s not sure how to register being treated tenderly.

“Oh, very ready!” He reaches to unbuckle his belt, pauses, then laces his hands behind his head. “You know what? I bet you’d enjoy doing the honors a lot more than I would.”

Sir Pentious

Telly's brows raised and his smile took a turn for the salacious. "Oh my, getting to remove the Radio Demon's pants? What an honor~"

His hands moved to Alastor's waist, sliding down slowly to grab at his waistband. Telly tugged them down, and off, tossing them aside. "There we go, the Radio Demon, pantless."

Alastor

He lifts his hips a little to give his tail room to slide out of the slit in the back of his pants, then flops back down. Behold, the Radio Demon’s underwear. He wears red-and-white vertical-striped boxers that are so old-fashioned they’re held up with tiny buttons instead of an elastic waistband.

He removes his monocle and tucks it away... somewhere? “Not half the honor of spending the night in the great Sir Pentious’s bed!”

Sir Pentious

Oh, he hadn't even noticed the monocle had stayed on until Alastor removed it. Interesting. He slithers up onto the bed, coiling around Alastor and then tugging him close to his chest. "The first of many, hopefully."

He laughs, and kisses him again, his hand rising to stroke at Alastor's ears. He sighs softly and then speaks once more. "I could....sing more, if you wish? I don't do it usually around other people, but I will for you. Again."

Alastor

He wraps his arms around Telly and shuts his eyes. “I cannot begin to tell you how much I want to hear you sing more.” He shivers pleasantly and his ears twitch contentedly under the stroking. He really gets to stay here, all night.

Which is as frightening as it is thrilling. He opens one eye a slit. “It won’t bother you if I’m fidgety or wander off during the night, will it? I’m restless at night. I promise I’ll come back, I just need to move around.”

The last time he tried this, he spent the entire night wide awake in bed, unable to distract himself, staring at the sleeping form next to him, going over what had just happened again and again and again until by dawn he felt like he had no choice but to run. He ISN’T going to repeat that mistake this time. Maybe taking a 3 a.m. walk rather than just lying there will help keep himself from panicking again.

Sir Pentious

"That will be find. I'm a light sleeper, so if you need me to move my coils, just wake me. I'll fall back to sleep soon after, too. Feel free to explore, though there's not much you haven't seen already. But you know where I keep the violins, so if you feel like doing something, feel free to play." He smiles and kisses his forehead. "Just make sure to come back to me."

Telly settled back down, holding Alastor against his chest. "All right, any requests? If not, I may just default to some more Disney. They write some earworms for those animated features!"

Alastor

“I will, never you fear.” Violin, would that steady his nerves? Couldn’t hurt. Might take it outside so he doesn’t wake Telly. “If I need to wander around, I’ll go check them out.”

He lets out a slow sigh, static rushing out of him in a gush. “Whatever you want to sing. I want to learn what you like.”

Sir Pentious

Telly nods and settles down on his back, making sure Alastor close as he thinks. He lets out a little ah-ha! as he starts to sing.

"_I know you/I walked with you once upon a dream/I know you/That gleam in your eye is so familiar a gleam/And I know it's true/That visions are seldom what they seem/But if I know you/I know what you'll do/You'll love me at once/The way you did once/Upon a Dream._"

Alastor

He has just enough time to register the lyrics and affectionately think oh, how fitting, and then he’s gone. Bam. Mr. I’m Just Too Restless There’s No Way I’m Going To Fall Asleep And This Entire Night Is Going To Be A Tense Anxious Trial is out like a light one song in.

Which means Telly gets to find out some very interesting trivia: when Alastor falls asleep, his constant passive radio broadcast shuts off. And when it shuts off, Alastor does what every other station in the 1930’s did at the end of the nightly sign-off: play the national anthem.

Which means one second Alastor’s drifting off peacefully, and the next second—without Alastor stirring at all—the air is filled with the song Lucifer picked as Hell’s anthem: a nearly-but-not-quite-dignified marching band cover of a polka song.

Sir Pentious

He's surprised by the anthem, certainly, but then a fond smile comes across his lips. He waits for it to end before he starts humming Once Upon a Dream again, settling down to get himself some shut eye too.

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#33)

I’m back, I’m back! So here’s what happened...I watched 5x10 on October 1, never edited my note about it, then ended up taking an inadvertent break from watching until now. Idk why, but i needed a break from like...watching tv i hadn’t seen before. Anyone else have that habit of watching things you’ve already seen when you’re going through an anxious period? Starting a new job in the same month as the 2020 presidential election fit the bill, and i wanted to really immerse myself in the final three episodes of this amazing show properly so i decided to wait until i was feeling it! Anyway to the like three people who enjoy my recaps, i hope you enjoy these last four recaps.

So without further ado, aforementioned Oct 1 recap, now edited and underneath the cut:

5x10 yoooo I have never been so amused by Buddy Garrity in my life + TIM so here we go:

TIM RIGGINS RETURNS?! Yay!!! (This is my reaction just from seeing him in the “previously on.”)

Eric’s getting recruited at a ~fancy~ restaurant! Oh shitttt

“That, right there, marks the end of the East Dillon Lions football program led by Coach Eric Taylor.” “...It’s a crate of oranges.” “Yeah, and it’s from the sunshine state. From Florida! And that can only mean one thing—year round sunshine and college funding.” Lmao alarmist Buddy is hilarious and actually not wrong here. Lol incredulous Levi: “you got all that from a crate of oranges?!”

#OperationGetTimOut!! Is Eric going to speak for him as a character witness?

I *knew* that phone call from Oklahoma Tech wasn’t gonna be good. Ohhhhh Vince you should’ve listened to Eric~~~

Oh shit everyone’s buzzing about “losing their kingmaker” and it’s playoff time! Love a good car radio scene. “So how was it honey, are we moving to Florida?” Lol

“Dad, maybe we should just talk to Coach. I need to be focused on this game on Friday night, getting my spot back.” Yes Vince stand up for yourself, take a break from those meetings! I am fearful of his dad’s true reaction tho.

“Expelling Epyck, that was a good start.” Omfg some of these teachers are too cruel! That is a severely traumatized child, ma’am!

“Impromptu speeches...” “Impromptu means not planned, Buddy.” “Okay, then promptu.” I’M LIVING for these Buddy and Levi interactions omg hilarious.

“A man can’t leave if you erect a statue in his honor.” “A plaque?” “You got money for that?!” I cannot omfgggg Levi and Buddy should take this show on the road!

Tami’s “Oh Levi you are too much.” That’s a nice way to say “fuck you” for making her take a personal day to go speak on a panel he TOLD her she’s speaking at? Smh this is why staff needs unions.

Lmao Buddy is being so extra with Eric, I can’t

...and enter Billy, here to ask Eric a favor...

“Tim Riggins? One of the best fullbacks in the great state of Texas? The boy my girl fell in love with? Yeah I’ll do that.” Damn Buddy has a crush on Tim Riggins too!! I get it dude same.

“I believe in loyalty, Billy. Sticking with your people, through good and bad.” SO EXTRA LMAO

“Hey coach you going to Florida?” “I was planning on going home and I suggest you do too, Tinker.” Ugh poor Eric having to deal with all of these rumors and the team being endlessly curious right before the playoffs!

Awww Tami’s excited about the Florida houses. “Three years with a two year option.” Damn. Aw the way that Eric looks at Tami and you know he wants to give her everything she wants 🥺

Omggg now Buddy is making the players talk up Eric Taylor 😂 his scheming truly kills me

Becky and Luke tossing a football, so precious!

Ah, there’s more to life than college football, Luke! “No one wants me.” “I want you.” Aww Becky.

Aw Billy is getting so frustrated trying to write his speech for Tim. “It sounds ridiculous.” “No it doesn’t. You’re a good brother.” Oh Mindy 🥺 fuck prisonssss he should not feel like his words have so much bearing on his brother’s literal freedom!

Yes to Vince going to Eric and agreeing to earn his way back! That’s the Vince we know and love!

I love Eric telling Tami about Tim’s parole hearing. “You going to do it?” “You bet i’m going to do it.” My heart! The way there’s no question about it 🥺

Andddd Vince’s dad predictably refuses to let up with the recruiters. But this time Vince is standing up to him!

Yesss Vince, walk away! Especially after his dad yelled at him like that; this is not your life, it’s Vince’s!

“Don’t whack her. Just a little love tap.” LMAO Luke, Tinker, Becky, and a pig. Luke is giving Tinker pageant advice for Tinker at a competition with the pig?? I can’t, that’s weirdly so cute. Becky clearly finds it cute.

Omg Tim in his all-white prison uniform I HATE THISSS

OMGGGG “I don’t want Billy to speak, he’s done enough damage.” Fuck this is gonna fuck Billy UP. But also fair...I mean, Billy DOES tend to be a fuck up?? Isn’t that how we got here?

Yessss Tami going off explaining that standardized testing isn’t the end all be all!!

“what would you have us do, meet with every kind in the state?” “Yes I would.” to a round of applause. GO OFF QUEEN TAMI TAYLOR

Yes Coach Taylor! Give us one of your epic speeches!

Poor Tim looks like he has a lot of self hatred sitting here listening to Eric talking about him 🥺

“I asked him to be an assistant coach because of his character off the field.” YES

lol Buddy Garrity getting up to speak even tho he’s not on the list 🤣

“He’s like family to me.” OH BUDDYYYY he’s coming through with a full time job for Tim when he comes out?????? Tim’s smile of relief.

“It’s time for you to let Tim Riggins come home.” YESSSSS

AW Tim sent Eric letters from prison?? My poor babe. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit more.” “I’m sorry I let you down.” “You didn’t and that’s not why I’m here.” IM EMOTIONAL

Holy shit Vince’s dad is STILL not letting up? “I’m your father. I know what’s right.” “that is enough! Get off his back!” “He needs a father, not an agent!” YES REGINA GO OFFFFF she finally snapped!

(It’s wild how Coach possibly leaving is being used in this fight in Vince’s family. Oh, Dillon!)

Oh shit Billy is yelling at both Becky and Mindy, clearly very affected by what Tim said at his parole hearing. “You did everything you could and that makes all the difference.” Aww Mindy, and Billy apologized! Too much stress for such a young family! Also unrelated but Mindy looks mad hot for the athletic banquet.

Awww I love getting to see the other teams stand up. Yeah cross country, yes girls volleyball!!!

Man, playing a sport in Texas that’s not football must suck, look at that insane applause for football vs. weak for everyone else

Buddy giving Gracie a lil t-shirt and saying, “clear eyes, full hearts...you know it?” And they’re all like “can’t...lose” and Gracie giggles! Ok that’s cute af

Omg the tension between Jess and Vince!! “Jess, I miss you. I miss you.” 🥺 aw yeah she blew him off for her brothers

Wow they made it to the playoffs for the first time in 25 years?? Well here comes Buddy’s All Hail Eric Taylor pageant. Lmao

Awww these heartfelt addresses from the team members on how much Eric Taylor has changed their lives??? Manipulative, Buddy, really. He knows what he’s doing.

Yesss Eric, give Tami that massage. See y’all, this is what being a good man looks like.

“It had the desired effect. It sure made you think twice about leaving Dillon.” “It’s a hell of an offer. I’d own that building. They have funding.” “Mmm and oranges. Don’t forget about oranges.” “Mmm that pool.” They wanna leave.

“You know what I want more than anything right now? I wanna bring these boys to state.” “I know you do.” “They deserve it.” “I know they do. But after you do that, this offer is something to think about. Because you deserve that.” Ugh I know I say it a lot but since we’re in the final four episodes now and I’m mostly talking into the void anyway — god, what a model of a wonderful and gentle and loving and communicative marriage! I am continually floored!

Becky with cowboy boots at Luke’s farm works. And ooh Luke’s mom said hi to her?? Progress!!

Aw they’re talking about how pretty they find Luke’s farm as he tries to imagine a future here in Dillon. “I have an amazing imagination. I see your next game, and you’re winning.” Awww Becky is such a cute girlfriend.

What a cute shot of Luke and Becky on the farm, “you ever think you could imagine living on a farm?” “Sure.” AWWW

Vince at Eric’s door on game day?!!! He’s asking Eric not to take the offer to Shane State when he’s supposed to already be at the field house!?!

“Having you as a coach is one of the best things to happen to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Either in jail or in a ditch somewhere.” Damn forget Buddy this shit is from the HEART

Eric tells him to get in the damn car and tells him he’s starting!! “You know what your problem is? You ask too many damn questions.”

AHHHHH TIM IS HOME! Showered in a flannel! My heart! He salutes Becky with a beer!

Aww Billy is so excited to have his brother home.

It seems uneasy in the home. Coming back from prison is hard.

And here they go, heading onto the bus with signs and cheers!

“I’ll tell you, this is an away game, but you look around here at the community tonight and the young players that I have playing for me, and the character they got—no matter where this community goes, that’s home.”

Damn Eric just announced he was planning to stay home in Dillon to the press. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” says Tami. “I love you.” and with the FNL theme song playing aghkliyb I’m not ready for the final three episodes ahhh!!!

[hiss-and-vinegar]

Here’s an RP between Sir Pentious and @autokrates​! It’s from before their Picnic on the Weekend. This is just after @dontasktheradiodemon sent Alastor’s first letter to Pentious. Depression and Self Loathing are heavy things, and Sir Pentious is a man whose mind is quite complex and sick. 

TW for thoughts of self harm.

It is under a cut, and if that doesn’t work I am SO sorry, mobile users!

Sir Pentious He showed the first letter from Alastor to Valera, wanting a second opinion before he even thought to respond to it. Was it written with honest intent, or was Alastor mocking him further? She might have insight he didn't consider.

Valera "If you aren't ready and it still hurts you, you don't need to tell me! I'm sure I can judge this letter at surface value and come to a conclusion."

Sir Pentious "AH.......... HMMMM............" He does that He Is Looking Away movement...

Valera "Do you want me to read it and share my opinion as an outsider?" She is Looking....

Sir Pentious He nods... and hands it over to her. 

Valera Val will read the letter.... Consider her conversations with Alastor (via Vaggie).... "I think he's being genuine. Remember, this isn't the same man as the Alastor here. He sounds lonely."

Sir Pentious His eyes widen a little. As the Resident Lonely Man, Pentious scoffs.  "THAT ISS PERPOSSTEROUSSSSS. HE HASSS SO MANY TOYSSSS TO KEEP HIM OCCUPIED."

Valera "Oh, and did your work keep YOU from being lonely?"

Sir Pentious "THAT ISS DIFFERENT!!! HE LITERALLY LIVESSS FOR ENTERTAINMENT!!!!"

Valera "And you lived for your work, no? It consumed every waking moment of your time, didn't it?"

Sir Pentious "IT'SSS DIFFERENT!!!"

Valera "How is it different? Explain it to me."

Sir Pentious He IS LOOKING AWAY. Digging his claws into his sleeves in irritation. He can't. He can't explain the difference, except that he's stubborn and doesn't want to believe it. "ALASSSTOR ISS MORE THAN HAPPY TO BE ALONE, AS LONG AS HISSSS SUBJECTSSSS SSSUFFER FOR HISSS AMUSEMENT." Just like you, Penny!

Valera "Okay, that's the Alastor WE know here. Now what about THAT one. The one that submit this letter, something you know the Alastor here would never do?"

Sir Pentious He turns his head a bit more, rubbing where he pinched himself through his suit. "... I DONT KNOW. HE SAID HE WOULD GET MORE AMUSEMENT OUT OF WATCHING PAINT DRY THAN BE MY RIVAL. SSSSOUNDSS THE SSSAME TO ME."

Valera She snorts. "Sounds like he doesn't know how to deal with his emotions without lashing out and insulting others. Much like someone ELSE I know."

Sir Pentious His eyes widen again, and he turns back to her, hood opening wide. "NO! WE ARE NOT THE SSSSAME!"

Valera "The same? No. But you have similar struggles. You're a lot more willing to work with me than he'd ever be. I think if I tried to talk to him he'd deflect until he was blue in the face." She is STARING at this lil shit. What, you gonna deflect, Pentious? You gonna pull an Alastor?

Sir Pentious He's looking like he might Blow Up actually. He is flexing his claws as his brain feels like a Deep Fryer in 104 degree weather.

Valera What a BABY. But fine, she knows when to back down. A genial shrug, a spread of the hands in casual dismissal. "But of course, I've never met the man. That's just the impression I get from reading the letter. I have no further stake in this. Discard my opinion if you wish, you know him better than I do."

Sir Pentious HE IS SUCH A BABY. He SINKS into his coil to HUFF. "YOUR OPINION SSOUNDSS RATHER POINTED! ALASSSTOR ISS ALASSSTOR. HE BREATHESSS IN MY FAILURESSS FOR HISSS OWN AMUSEMENT. WHAT ELSSSE COULD THISSS BE BUT ANOTHER PLOY!!! I DON'T KNOW. I CANNOT TRUSSSSSSST HIM."

Valera Pointed? What, like the LOOK she's giving him? ".... I don't know why you asked for my opinion if you were never going to even consider a perspective other than your own. But alright, you're welcome to operate under that belief."

Sir Pentious .... He feels a frustration bubbling inside, and he has to ball his hands so he doesn't jam his talons into his tail. "CLEARLY!! I SSHOULDN'T HAVE ASSSSSKED. I WASSSSS A FOOL, YOU ARE RIGHT." Pentious, calm down man. Nobody's attacking you except you.

Valera She looks at bit hurt, but snaps her mouth closed before she can say anything. You know what? Fine. She's not even going to respond! She's just going to materialize herself a damn cup of tea and let him be a jerk to the BACK OF HER HEAD.

Sir Pentious He notices that look of hurt, and he feels suddenly like all of the juices inside of his body were suddenly replaced by bile. His eyes look insane and he feels those extreme invasive thoughts to punish himself. No, no, that's just instability talking. You unstable loser. Pentious quickly unravels himself so he can slither off to a corner and stew in his own brain.

Valera Val... Is going to take a bit. Finish her tea. Calm herself the FUCK down. And then the hard part is deciding if she wants to try talking to Pentious now or if she should let him have his Moment and talk about it later. On one hand, he tends to work himself into knots if she leaves him to the mercy of his own brain. On the other, is she really equipped to help? ... Maybe not. But she's going to go over there anyway and just sit Near Him.

Sir Pentious During her tea drinking, Pentious has his hands placed against the wall, flat--something he learned in order to keep his claws away from his body. He was always quick to attack himself if he could--digging his talons into his tail, deep as he could, to distract him from the anguish of his mind. He hated himself for hurting her, even just a touch. He used to love finding ways under the skin of others, to watch them writhe--and but hurting Valera? The thought of doing that intentionally made him feel like he should have hot tar poured over him. His claws tap against the wall, and he presses them harder against the surface. No. Oh, but teeth. Teeth were available. His arms were near.

And then he could feel her presence behind him. And he felt wretched all over again. Afraid to look at her--his hood fell down. What to say? He had given her the letter for her advice, and he'd made her feel so low. What a terrible excuse for a gentleman. He knew he should apologize, but he couldn't speak. He was still certain that if he opened his mouth, he'd say something awful.

Valera Well, it didn't look like HE was going to start the conversation. Not that he wanted to, most likely. The position he was in was... Somehow distressing to look at. Best to try and distract him. But she sucks at that, so. Uh. Hope being direct works!

"... Dearest. I'm not angry at you, and I don't hate you. What you said was hurtful, but I know you were lashing out from frustration and regret it immediately. So! I forgive you! Simple as that."

A shift, and she moves closer and to his right, leaning against the wall a few feet away from him. "Remember what I said during our second meeting? You're trying. Imperfect attempts count for everything. I see that, I understand that, I love you. It's okay to mess up, I'm not going to leave you."

Sir Pentious He's trying to take deep breaths--in and out, but they're getting quicker.  His gaze darts from left to right, up and down, like he's trying to focus anywhere but one place for too long--oh. His eyes are watering. What a pitiful state for a man of standing!!! Pentious grits his teeth, though they chatter from the way he's starting to shiver. He was trying so hard not to cry, it was tearing his insides to shreds. She reassures him that she won't leave him and that she still loves him, and that is enough to break him down like this? His mind is aflame with awful words for himself. But. He believes her. Of course he does. He couldn't believe in Alastor, but he could believe her. He looks like he's trying to pry his hands away from the wall, but. Hmm. It's like he can't. Oh, what a pitiful state for a man to be in!!! A man of standing!!!!

Valera Well, Pentious is a fool. He had the chance to walk away but now here comes Valera to gently press herself against his side. To wrap her arms around his waist and pull him closer to herself. A reminder that she's here. She's solid and real and Very Much Not Leaving.

"It's okay, honey. You can let yourself lean on me, I wont think less of you for having feelings. I want you to be open with me, for better or worse. I want all of you in my life, not what you think is acceptably up to standard. You're the love of my life and I want to be here with you."

A hand slides up to pull one of his own from the wall. So she can press a kiss to his knuckles. Mwah.

Sir Pentious He resists at first--when his hands come off the wall, he's afraid of where they'll go. One goes to his face, to cover his eyes, and the other to his mouth, to muffle his voice. She can reassure him so well, but he still resists. God, look at him... He really was such a mess. A choked sob which splutters out from between his fingers, and he shudders, crumpling on himself, though still against her embrace. Which leads him to fold himself against her, his body trembling as he sobbed. It's voiceless, for the most part, and he's trying to catch his breath, though it's nearly impossible with how shallow they were. He wants to say sorry, but he can't do anything and it frustrates him more. So... Pentious wraps his tail around hers. It's the only thing he can think to do while he's Preoccupied like this.

Valera It breaks her hearts, seeing him crumble like this. How long have these feelings built up to have enough weight to crush him so quickly? She squeezes him as tightly against herself as she dares, chest tightening with a vague, directionless anger at the world for whatever its done to leave her lover with these scars. No more. Bracing herself, she lifts him off the ground entirely, tail twisting around his as much to hold it up as to return his affection. And she carries him. The couch wont do, not this time. He needs bed, and covers, and pillows. Dim lights, and enough room for her to carefully, carefully, like he's glass, place him down and curl herself around him so it's just the two of them alone, the world is out that door and nowhere near them.

Sir Pentious The 1800s sucked, that's the gist of it. And Alastor sucked. And everyone who derived joy from watching him fail over and over and over sucked. Though he wouldn't word it like that. He clung to her, still struggling to breathe--but once they were hidden away in the darkness of the bedroom, it felt like he could allow himself to let go. His sobs finally had voice to them, and he could take in air. His hands moved from his eyes, only so he could hug onto his beloved tightly. Oh, Oh pitiful state. At this point, even he wasn't sure what had brought him to this!! It must have been so many things building. Oh, agony. Oh pitiful state. He can breathe, though, and he finally squeaks out an "I'm Sorry, My Dear", muffled against her neck.

Valera A pitiful life has been had by this incredibly sad singular pasta noodle. It showed in every fiber of his being at the best of times, and now with every sob shaking his body Valera could feel herself coming closer and closer to A Very Important Decision. But it could wait. For now, she just. Holds him close. Strokes his hood. Presses gentle kisses to his head. Let it out, Pentious. You've finally got someone willing to stay with you through your messiest times. "I forgive you, my love. Hold me as close as you need, let me be here for you."

Sir Pentious It's some time before he's able to breathe normally, and his crying has quieted down. It feels like the storm has ended, and he can think once more. Not in danger, no one was attacking, not even himself. Just warmth and safety from his lover. He should like... to stay here a little longer. Before their picnic.

Valera Oh? Have his feelings settled? Good! But she's established such a good rhythm, it'd be a shame to stop now. It's a moment of calm, just laying with him and doing repetitive, soothing gestures. Relaxing for both of them, really. Something to bask in. .... She WILL tilt his head back, just once. So she can look him in the eyes and give him her best smile. See? No hurt. No anger.

Sir Pentious It feels very nice, after that wreck he was in. His insides don't feel like vomit anymore, and he's just basking in her comfortable smell. Until she tilts his head back, and his eyes meet theirs. He swallows hard, and nods just a touch. She's okay. He's okay. He still feels shame, but it's okay.

Valera No, no. None of that now, Pentious. She gives him a scandalous little peck to the corner of his mouth, and runs her hand down the back of his hood. "Do you want to stay here a while? I think we could use a minute to relax before we go anywhere."

Sir Pentious A hand comes up... And he begins to run his talons carefully over her head fins. Pets for pets. "Yess, I should like to stay like thiss a while longer." He's whispering...

Valera Ah... She leans into his touch, eyes sliding closed as she breathes a pleased little sigh. That's the stuff. "We'll stay here as long as you want, love. But if you keep petting me like that I may melt on you."

Sir Pentious He snickers, smiling. There's the nice smile, with wide curious eyes. "Oh? Will you?" He will keep petting her, from base to tip, careful to keep it gentle.

Valera Oh, what a fool to tempt fate. She leans MORE into his claws, bumping against him like a cat demanding headscritches as her face relaxes into an almost sleepy looking, blissed out little grin. Here come the purrs.

Sir Pentious OH! the purrs!! He grins, and offers many scritches. Valera... Cute. "You are adorable."

Valera She'd protest, but she's too busy rolling on top of him to start rubbing her face against his chest. Purrpurrpurrrrrrrr yes keep scritching, she's gonna worm.

Sir Pentious HE GASPS, holy shit she wasn't kidding. He removes his hand... Tentatively....

Valera Her head shoots up and she Looks at his hand like it just betrayed her... And then she just lays it back down on his chest and keeps purring. Softer.

Sir Pentious He smiles.... HMMM... "WHO WAS IT THAT WAS GIVING YOU TROUBLE, VALERA?"

Valera "Mmm...? Oh, Erethis... He's an ambassador for one of the newer species. He likes to schedule meetings when I'm on break and then show up to bang on my door and try to tell me off for not showing up, fucker that he is."

Sir Pentious "MMM. I SSEEEE." He grins so wide, it's up to his eyes. "SSEND ME TO HIM IN YOUR SSSTEAD, ONE OF THESE DAYSSS. I INSSSISSST."

Valera She cracks an eye open, peering up at Pentious just to see if he's as serious as he sounds. Goodness, look at that grin. "Aw honey, are you offering to kill my enemies for me? You're so sweet."

Sir Pentious "OF COURSSE, MY DEAR. I WOULD KILL FOR YOU." his tongue flicks, and he nuzzles against her. "NO MATTER THE COSSSST, AND THISSSS ISSS PRICELESS."

Valera "I. Oh my gods? Babe.." She's flustered? She shouldn't be flustered. But she IS and it's EMBARRASSING. Fine. If he's going to be cute, she has to kiss him now! It's the only solution.

[luckycheesefoodie321]

AWAE 3.05 SPOILERS + LONG POST

guys this is the episode we needed...it  was the wholesome, feel-good episode we NEEDED and I am so happy... my reactions are self-explanatory.. if you’ve watched it you’ll know...just... just excuse me while I go check out the anne with an e tag bc this was so much wonderful in one ep and idk how to summarise it sooo yeh

WEVE GOTTEN CHARLIEXANNE AND DERRY BEFORE WEVE GOTTEN SHIRBERT IDK HOW TO FEEL BUT I AM ENJOYING MYSELF

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Ooooh Gilbert taking an interest in medical stuff is gooooood news

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I’m sorry did Gilbert NOT react to Anne being taken notice of????? THOSE HEART EYES WERE FIXED COMPLETELY ON HER

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I don’t particularly enjoy Rachel Lynde but she doesn’t hesitate...that’s for sure

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Diana rushing off to a date with Jerrryyyy

Aw man boi couldn’t make it??

BOI COULD MAKE IT

Boi just quoted Frankenstein to her I’m dyingggg

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Where’s Billy??? Also why is Gilbert fully on the other side of the bois??

OH Lynde Boi what’s his name???

Ok Rachel is one thing but the Mr and Mrs Lynde are adorable

The Pauls are adorable

STOP IT GILBERT IS FACING ANNE ACCKKKK

Jane is delightful and I love her

Oh shoot Moody and Charlie holding hands somehow in the dance was everything XD

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Ruby you sweet summer child noooo

No children what the fuck noooo Tilly oh my god “who’s the father?” we need a better sex education system clearly XD

Oh wow. Miss Stacy is equipped for teaching many things. Sex Ed is not one of them.

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Moody brings out the banjo and what? Ruby is struck dumb. I SEE YOU. MOODY RUBY TIME

Ruby loves a strumming boi

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I CANT I CANT I CANT OH MY GOD OH MY HOD I CANT BREATHE WHAT WAS THAT THEY WERE BEIGN SO CHARMING AND HE PULLED HER TO HIS SIDE SO HE COULD DANCE WOTH HER AND THEY COULDNT KEEP THEIR EYES OFF EACH OTHER HOLY SHOT OH MY GOD IM DEAD IVE DIED IM GONE MOTHER FUCING MISS ROSE WHO?!?! HAND HOLD WHAT?!?! YOU AINT GOT NOTJING ON WHAY JUST HAPPENED

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I was so overcome with Shirbert I didn’t even notice Ruby sit next to strummer boi Moody until the third time through repeating that scene XD

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Wait no Charlie oh honey wait. Are those his wingmen in the background???

Wait no we had a magical Shirbert moment is someone gonna put this walking with Charlie bit on the Take Notice board????

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GIRL YOU LYING YOU LOVED DANCE PRACTICE

Why is she angry??? I don’t... Anne please poor Charlie

Bahahahhahahahahaha Charlie oh honey you’ve literally never had a conversation with Anne Shirley Cuthbert huh?

Charlie Sloane. Oh. My. God.

Anne. No. Please. It’s not true. Oh my god. WE NEED A BETTER SEX EDUCATION AT THIS SCHOOL. AND EVERYWHERE.

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GILBERT OH MY GOD WERE GETTING HIS REACTION DONT CUT YOURSELF GILLY JUST BC YOURE FEELING FEELS FOR ANNE

oh my god they’re the exact same

Hoooo boi he just asked Bash about marrying Anne. HE JUST ACKNOWLEDGED HE FELT SOMETHING FOR ANNE.

Awww c’mon Shirbert shipper #3 wants to know the deets Gilbert. Tell him you’re thinking about Anne. TELL DELLY SO BASH CAN OVERHEAR SO HE CAN KNOW YOURE THINKING ABOUT ANNE

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Ohhhhhhhhhhh Dianaaaaaa. If anyone would understand, it’s Anne. Don’t do thisss to my boi Jerry

She gave him a favour oh boi

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Oh my god they’re gonna get Anne to ask Gilbert about baby making holy crap this is gonna be amazing

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Oh my god that was amazing and just sooooo embarrassing

This is the first time they’ve talked since that dance this is insane

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Ooooh we about to get their witch meeting on!

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Oof. That obituary was gotdang ding dang beautiful. I’m glad Mary’s death is still being felt. And the Barry’s realised they rejected a wonderful lady.

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I’m sorry but an episode about budding romantic feelings between boys and girls and questions about sex and reproduction only to end on all the girls casting a spell to honour their womanhood and to cherish themselves as they are and not let any man define them and to be free to choose and love whom ever they want is goddamn fucking amazing and powerful and my heart is full

And Belle had her foal. THIS is the feel good ep we needed

[twenty-sixumbrellas]

My sunshine

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt: I sister stole “Imagine Ben's S/O sacrificing their life for his and their ghost hangs around Klaus so they can see him. They ask Klaus not to tell Ben so maybe he finds out when Klaus summons them when they're trying to stop the apocalypse” from @acebenhargreeves (my main blog is @umbrellaininstanbul btw)

Flashbacks are in italics.

A/N: YA YEET. I’m so excited to write thisss. Also, you worked with the Umbrella Academy, but you were NOT a Hargreeve.

(Not my gif)

As you watched yet another family fight, you can’t help but sigh with Ben. It was about Reginald’s death, and you couldn’t care less.

Klaus says something about killing Mom, and turns to Ben. “Come on, we’ve got better things to do.” He turns to you. “You too.” You give him a glare, and he freezes.

“Klaus, Who are you talking to?” Ben raises an eyebrow at him.

“A dead... uh.... bubushka. Nevermind that! Let’s go... uh... mess with Pogo.”

Ben shakes his head and you sigh with relief. Klaus really was the worst at keeping secrets.

All three of you go into Klaus’ room, and Klaus holds the door for you. You reach out to hit his arm, and it goes through him. Damnit.

“Klaus, what are you doing?”

Klaus flinches at Ben’s inquisition, and quickly tries to make up. “Uh.... the dead bubushka wants to hang out too. Is she not allowed to, Ben?” He accuses.

“No... uh no. It’s just weird,” he laughs.

It sounds like heaven. “Klaus you idiot, you need to pretend I’m not here. I want him to move on. Please, just try to? For me?”

He slyly nods his head, though he looks upset.

“I swear she’s still here sometimes.”

You and Klaus’ heads both snap up. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, we used to always hang out in this room. She’d sit right there on the beanbag,” he points to where you’re currently sitting, “I’d sit right next to her and we’d read. You were- god you’d be doing something absolutely stupid and she’d- she’d laugh. Oh I miss her laugh.” He grows solemn. “It’s my fault, isn’t it.”

“Ben! How could you ever think that?” You try yelling, but only succeed in making Klaus flinch once more.

“Ben, it was no one’s fault. And you know damn well she’d smack you for saying that.”

“I just wish it had been me.”

You hated Reginald Hargreeves for making you and your friends do this mission. It was nearly impossible.

“Number 8, pay attention!” Luther yells.

You go invisible once more and knock down more robots. This was not good.

“Ben! Luther where is he?!” You only recieve a shrug. Running to the next room, you see Ben and Allison becoming overwhelmed with the stupid animatronics. You help clear some out, but to no avail.

Ben ‘monsters out’ and clears out just about the rest. You’re about to congratulate him, until you see a final robot, going in to stab him with a spear-like extension.

The next few moments happen in slow motion. You react quickly and jump in front of the spear as it shoots for Ben. You fly into a wall, and Luther runs in and tears the robot in half.

You begin to choke on blood. Ben runs over to you, screaming your name. “No! No! Come on, you’ve got to get up!”

You grab his arm as he attempts to lift you. You shake your head. “Babe, I won’t make it.”

He’s sobbing. “Y-you have to. This was going to be the last mission. We were going to get an apartment. And- and-” You wipe his tears with your thumb.

Cupping his face, you try and soothe him. “You are my sunshine~”

The whole team is there now, the robots completely gone now. They’re all crying.

Klaus runs over too. “Y/n, come on, you can’t leave me, you’re my best friend.”

“My only sunshine~” your voice is now going hoarse. “You make me happy, when skies are gray~

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you~” you smile once more at your loving boyfriend.

“Please don’t take... my sunshine away,” Ben finishes, sobbing into your shoulder as he holds your now limp body.

You try to wipe the tears that streams down the boys’ faces, to again, no avail.

“Boys! I made dinner!” Grace calls from downstairs.

Each day progressed like this. You try to touch Ben as he grieves at the house you two fell in love in, and you shush Klaus every time he almost spills your presence.

But tonight was different. Vanya destroyed the Academy, and the team was on their way to stop her from doing the same to the world.

As you run in behind Allison, you start crying at Vanya, up on stage. You two were very close before you died.

Diego and Luther run in, trying to grab Vanya, and she blows them off of the stage. She forces the orchestra to keep playing. This was not good.

As you watch them discuss how to take her down, multiple men enter the room, wearing masks and carrying guns.

You run out and yell at Klaus, “Come on! They’re shooting!”

“Go time,” says Klaus, quickly followed by Ben.

Five takes out a few guys, but there’s still so many. You nod at Klaus, “you can do this.”

His hands glow blue, and you feel yourself actually touch things. You gasp and go invisible, sprinting and taking out every one of the men who were shooting.

Everyone stares in disbelief. “Oh my god, y/n,” says Ben. He starts crying. “You’re here. You’re actually here. How-”

“I’ve always been here, Ben.” You smile, teary-eyed. “Always.”

“But why- why didn’t you tell me Klaus? Or try to reach out? Or-”

You silence him. “I wanted you to be happy, move on.”

“I’ll only ever be happy with you.”

“I’m sorry Ben.” You’re full on sobbing. “You need to.”

They try to stop Vanya. But you know that she doesn’t mean any of this. She quickly takes hold of the group, and they seem to be in intense pain in her hold.

So as you walk behind her, you start crying. “Vanya, I’m here now. You can stop.”

She freezes and everyone falls. Turning around she starts crying. “Y/n, I missed you.” Then she gasps and passes out. You catch her.

As Five tries to come up with a time traveling portal, you grab Ben’s hand. “I was always with you, my sunshine, through and through.”

“I always felt you. Stay?” You smile and lay your head on his shoulder as you look into the blue light.

“I’ll always stay for you.”

[dxmerogers]

lost without you

i don’t usually put warnings at the beginning of my works bc they’re all fine and this one is too, but i will warn you that there’s ther slightest, ittiest, bittiest, hint of like a daddy kink but i don’t wanna call it a kink bc it’s not even steamy so more of like a dynamic?? idk it’s just that there’s an age gap and that dynamic comes into play. anyway there’s a 17 year age gap and it kinda sorta shows that is all please enjoy :)

“I’m home!” I called, dropping my keys on the table by my door. “I saw your car parked in front of the building, I know you’re here,” I told him, hoping to coax him out of wherever he had placed himself, probably on my couch.

“Living room, sweetheart,” my boyfriend answered, just like I had suspected.

“What are you doing here?” I wondered, finding my way to the living room, bending to press a kiss to his soft lips, smiling weakly as I felt the hair on his face tickle my cheek.

“Got your texts, all fifteen of them. Figured you needed more than an empty apartment tonight. Thought we could order Chinese food and watch a movie or something?”

“Sounds good, but,” I hesitated, we had been dating for six months now but I was still shy about asking him to do things for me. “can you jus’ hold me for a little bit first?” I finish, falling on top of where he was laying on the couch. 

“That bad, huh?” He welcomed me into his arms, folding them over my back, pulling me further into his chest, kissing the top of my head before settling his face into my hair, stroking it gently with his hand. All I could do was nod in response to his question. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked with concern, sitting both of us up gently, moving me so that my knees were bent over his lap. I leaned into him, resting the side of my face on his chest. His arm wrapped around my back, resting on my waist. His other hand found the outside of my thigh, rubbing soft, reassuring patterns over the fabric of the coffee-stained jeans I had come home from work in. 

“Well,” I sigh, simultaneously appreciating that he wanted to hear about my truly shitty day and reliving in my mind just how royally shitty my day had been, “I guess it actually started last night. I forgot to turn my alarm on, so I woke up late. I rushed out of the house, realized that my socks were mismatched, I spent all day with my feet looking like Christmas.”

“That sounds awful,” he mused into my hair.

“I’m just getting started,” I chuckled cynically. “Next, I went to get my coffee, because at least that could help, right? Wrong. I spilled it all over my jeans, I had to walk around the office all morning with damp denim sticking to my legs. It was terrible. Then, I realized I forgot to pack a lunch in my efforts to make the train on time. So, I went downstairs to get something from the deli and decided to take the stairs, to get my steps in. On the way back up, the heel of my shoe got stuck in the grating of a stair and snapped off.”

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. Which shoes?”

“The ones you bought me,” my voice fell quiet as the tears started. This is so dumb, it just a pair of shoes! Despite my voice of reason telling me that I was totally overreacting, I continued to recount my sorrows. “And they were my favorite pair, and of course, because today wasn’t already enough of a shitshow, the whole network shut down this afternoon, everyone has to go in Saturday morning to make up for lost time. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Chris! It couldn't just be today, no, this bully of a day had to mess with my weekend, too!” I finally finished, a steady river of salt water streaming down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Shhh, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay,” Chris reassured me, resting his hand under my chin, using two fingers to tilt my face up to look him in the eyes. His face twisted into a look of sympathy. He used his thumb to wipe my tears, pressing a kiss to my lips, not caring at all that they were wet and salty. I leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. The hand that had been resting on my thigh found its way to my waist, the other one moving to guide me up over his lap so that I was straddling him. I moved my hands to his cheeks, running my fingers through the rough brown hair that was growing there. Nothing about the kiss moved past the tender motive he had initiated it with, to make me feel a little bit better, and by god, did it work. He’s so good with his lips, the way they mold with mine, drawing apart and colliding again, every little collision like a reminder of how much he loves me. I let myself melt into him, into the kiss, desperate to get my terrible day as far from my mind as humanly possible. 

I’m not sure how long we sat like that, on my couch, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Neither of us felt like taking it any further at the moment, so we didn’t. When we finally pulled away, I leaned forward to bury my face in the junction between his neck and shoulder. “Can we order that Chinese food now?”

He chuckled lightly, his shoulder shaking under my forehead. “Sure. Why don’t you go change and put on some pajamas and then pick out a movie, I’ll order the food?” His hands holding my waist, thumbs rubbing small circles where they landed.

“M’kay,” I mumbled, sitting up slowly. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose before standing up with me. I slipped into my coziest pajamas, they consisted of an old pair of sweats and one of Chris’ old t-shirts that I had reclaimed as my own.

I met him back on the couch, he was flipping through Netflix. “That shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me, you know.” I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “What do you wanna watch?” he asked, helping me curl up in his lap again, covering us with one of the throw blankets I kept in my living room.

“How about The Perfect Score?”

“No,” he stated.

“Please? I love that move, I promise I won’t make you watch it again for like a really, really long time. Come on, I need this tonight.”

“Fine,” he sighed, pressing play. “Food’s supposed to be here in about half an hour.”

“Kay,” I mumbled, snuggling further into his chest as his arms wound their way under my own, wrapping securely around my waist. my hands found his as they rest on my stomach, playing gently with his fingers. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“What for?” he asked.

“For taking care of me. I didn’t ask you to come over here, you know. You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but my babygirl needed some comfort, and as your boyfriend, it’s my job to provide said comfort. I love you, I hate it when you’re sad. It makes me sad,” he whispered against my hair. “But I don’t do this because I feel like I have to, please don’t feel like you’re forcing me to do anything, ever, baby. I do it because I love you.”

“I love you too, Chris,” I told him, turning around to kiss him. “I’d be so lost without you.”

“You’d be lost? I think you have that mixed up, sweetheart.”

“Maybe we just help each other find their way, but we’d have no clue where to go without the other.”

“Sounds about right.” We paused, staring into each other’s eyes, lost in some sort of trance, interrupted only by the sound of the buzzer ringing over the intercom. “That’s our food,” Chris stated, standing up after me to follow me to the door.

“Wait, don’t go. Can you just stay? I, you know what? Nevermind,” I mumbled, hesitating to ask him for anything more. Our movie was finished, we were cuddling on the couch, Chris said he had an audition early the next morning o he needed to get to sleep. I didn’t want him to go, I just needed his arms around me. 

“You, what?” he prodded, staring into my eyes.

“I feel like I need you here tonight,” I mumbled.

“I’d love to stay, baby. Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Because you’ve already given your whole night to be with me, I mean, you have a life of your own, I don’t want to stop you from living that part of your life too.”

“I don’t do it because I have to, I do it because I love you. So, off to bed then?”

hiii i’m honestly soso proud of thisss.

[samantha-tumbler]

Cought Offguard | Billy ST part two

M/C: (my comments) There is going to be a part three I just got tired of writing right now. This is my first fanfic so be nice. I hope you enjoy! PS the reader is suppose to be the same age as Max. And I don't think its weird that a 16 year old and a 17 yearly are flirting even tho they’re sophomores and seniors. 

Summary: You meet your new bestie Max and your fun leads to an unexpected encounter with her brother Billy. 

Warnings: Underage drinking. Little smut 

Max and you had been friends hand in hand for the majority of the year. Sleepovers almost every weekend and you still barely knew about Billy. You would glance at him in the hallway and he would look at you and smile but you knew it didn't mean anything. He practically smiles at every girl in Hawkins.

You got to your locker and started daydreaming about Billy. Its not that you liked him or anything he just makes you feel a certain way and... “BOO!” Max had come up behind you and almost scared the shit out of you. “Don't do that” you said “Aw is y/n upset?” Max replied. “What were you thinking about anyway? I can see that look in your eye.” “Nothing, just forget about it.” you snapped back. She shrugged it off and you both headed to Home Ec. 

After class she invited you over for a sleepover and said that no one would be home. You happily agreed and you both started making a plan of all the bad stuff you two were gonna do. “First we obviously have to have boys over” Max said “Too bad we don't know any.” you said back “True, well were gonna have to think of something fun to do.” said Max “Trust me Im sure we can have fun with a little of thisss.” You smiled and opened your backpack revealing a bottle of alcohol. “Oh my god, where did you get that?!” “Steve and I are close and he just gave it to me as a present for Christmas”. 

School had ended and you were both heading to Billy’s car for a ride. He didn't like waiting so Max and you had to run out of school like crazy people. When you got in eyeshot of Billy you could see him talking to a girl “like always” Max had said under her breath. We waited till they were done talking and walked over to his car. “Your late” he said. “Its not my fault you want to get in every girls pants.” Max said. You raised an eyebrow in shock because she never snaps back at Billy.

He told you to wait in the car while he talked to Max. You obeyed because quite frankly you were a little scared of Billy. Max stoped you and told Billy “Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of y/n.” Billy stoped and looked at you, and then back at Max. He angrily said “Get in the car.” to the both of you. Max was confused because Billy never gives up an argument.

The ride to Maxes was awkward and quite. Billy was just blank like something had come over him. When you pulled into the driveway you both quickly got out while Billy raced off god knows where. “Where are your parents anyway?” you asked Max. “I don't really know, Mom said she had a business trip and my stepdad just wanted to go with her I guess.” “Well as long as we're alone let's get this party started.” You said while pulling out the alcohol. Twenty minutes into the bottle you both started feeling light headed and dizzy. Max turned on some music and you had the best dance party ever. 

Not even 20 minuets later you hear Billys mustang pull up in the driveway and you have a small panic attack. You could barely walk and your body decided to collapse on the floor. Max was in the bathroom unaware what was about to happen. Billy unlocked the front door and quickly sees the open bottle of alcohol on the table. He yells “Max!” she didn't respond “MAX!” he said again. She answered this time “Yes Billy” she says remorsefully hoping that he hasn't noticed the bottle. 

“What the hell is going on here?” You have never heard Billy sound like this before. He had a deep voice and you could tell he was going to snap any second. “Maxxx” you groaned on the floor. Billy hadn't noticed you yet. He bent down and said “oh, hi y/n” in a sarcastic voice implying that you weren't the center of attention at the moment. Max started telling Billy that you guys were just trying to have fun and he about lost it. He took the bottle and drained it down the sink. “You are sixteen you don't need to be having this kind of fun!” “I hate you, you never let me do anything.” All this time they were fighting you felt like you were paralyzed on the floor. 

“How much did she drink?” Billy asked Max “I don't know like almost a 1/4 of the bottle.” Max replied. Billy shook his head in dis belief “oh god” he said. “What is she gonna be ok?”asked Max “She’ll be fine, just let me take care of it.” Max went into the bathroom to take a shower, while Billy walked over to you. “You ok?” he said turning you on your back. You could hardly make out a sentence. “Fine” you said. “Alright let's get you to bed” He picked you up and took you to his room. “You’ll be more comfortable in here.” Max only had a single bed so he was right. “ you sleep with me?” you asked. He smiled and said “I’ll be on the couch, call if you need anything.” Billy covered you with his blanket and gave you a bucket just in case. It was still pretty early and Billy is usually out at this time but he stayed in to make sure you and Max were ok.

You had fallen asleep for a couple hours but woke up at 1 AM really confused to find yourself in BILLY HARGROVES bed. You got out of bed and walked out into the living room to find Billy awake watching TV. “Well good morning y/n.” Billy said. “Why does my head hurt so much?” you said. “That would be called a hangover.” Billy responded “Ughhh, what even happened?” Billy spared you the details but explained why you were in his bed. Wow Billy actually caring about someone other than himself shocking. “Well thanks for taking care of me.” you said. “What are you watching?” you asked “Nothing that interesting, wanna join me?” sure why not. You sat next to Billy on the now very small couch. Your thighs had to touch in order to position yourself in front of the TV. 

It was actually kinda nice being with Billy when he wasn't so agro. Billy got up to get some water and he brought you a glass too. “It will help with the headache.” he said. “Thanks.” When Billy sat back down it seemed he was even closer to you than before. A scary movie had come on TV and your eyes were both glued. You loved scary movies and it seemed Billy enjoyed them too. Billy jumped and he had grabbed your hand. Not even noticing you hid your face in his shirt. The movie was so distracting you both didn't realize you were closer then normal. A commercial came on and Billy had noticed you two holding hands. You made eye contact he had a smirk on his face and was looking back in forth from your eyes to your hands. 

Part three on its way