#hope yall like it

[marriedtobigfoot]

Steve ends up heartbroken, lonely and depressed after season 2. Nancy called him bullshit, even after he ditched all his old friends for her. Billy Hargrove took his spot at the top of the food chain. He can have it, Steve doesn't really want it anymore. But Steve does want to find some sort of connection. Someone to have in his life who isn't an 11 year old kid he barely knows. He tries to go on a date one night, take a nice-seeming girl to a party. He wants to find connection, to kill the loneliness that's been building for months, but just as he's feeling kind of good about things, his date ditches him.

So. He decides to drink his feelings. He gets majorly fucked up, and ends up laying on the ground in the backyard, contemplating how much life seems to hate him.

Only to literally get tripped over by Eddie Munson, who was at this party selling pot and is very confused as to why Steve Harrington is alone on the ground with a bottle of vodka clenched in one hand.

Eddie ends up chatting a little with Steve, nothing substantial, but enough to know that Steve is very very drunk, and also very very sad.

He asks if Steve wants to go back to the party, and Steve staunchly refuses. He doesn't want to be around a bunch of annoyingly happy people.

He asks if Steve needs a ride home, and Steve just kind of shrugs. His parents just left for another trip, so home is kind of depressing right now too. But he doesn't exactly have any other friends he can stay with so. Home it'll have to be.

Only Eddie can *tell* he doesn't really want to go home, though he has no idea why Steve wouldn't want to return to his veritable mansion after a shitty night. The reason doesn't matter much. He offers to let Steve crash at his place. Steve can take the couch, or hell he can stay in Eddie's room if he doesn't mind sharing, that way he wouldn't risk being woken up when Wayne comes home that morning.

And well, Steve agrees. Can't think of any reason not too. Munson has been nice so far, he's got a good easy-going energy that Steve likes. Why not stay the night.

By the time they get to Eddie's, Steve is *slightly* more sober. Not much, but he's slurring his words a little less, and he can walk with only a little help.

Eddie grabs them each a little plate of leftovers, because he has no idea if Steve's eaten at all. It's quiet while they eat, Eddie doesn't push Steve to talk, and Steve isn't sure what to say. Eventually Eddie sets the plates aside and give Steve an easy grin.

"So, do you want the couch, or are you crashing with me?"

Steve thinks about it for a while. He hasn't shared a bed with a guy-friend since he was a kid, and he's heard rumors about Eddie, whispers in the hall about the way he looks at other guys. But...Steve can't really bring himself to care. He's tired, and he really doesn't want to be alone.

"I don't mind sharing."

Eddie sets them both up in his room, letting Steve choose which side of the bed he wants, and they both settle in. There's a respectable distance between the two of them, and Eddie says a quick goodnight to Steve, figures they won't talk and just go right to bed.

Except Steve isn't sober, and he really isn't in a good headspace, so he can't stop himself from blurting things out into the quiet of the dark room.

"Are you really gay?"

Eddie stiffens next to him, he can feel it, he can hear the way that the other boys breath cuts off and he seems to stop breathing all-together.

"It's okay if you are, I'm not going to be an asshole about it, I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. I guess I was just curious."

It's quiet for another beat before Eddie seems to loosen just a little. He starts breathing again at least.

"Yeah I uh- I am. Gay. And if that's weird the couch is still open, I can-"

"It's not weird."

"Okay."

Steve let's himself mull over this confirmation, and then his mouth starts moving again, without his permission.

"Is it lonely? Cause I mean, it's got to be hard to date in Hawkins. People here are shitty. Unless you've got like, a secret boyfriend or something."

"No...no secret boyfriend. It does get a little lonely sometimes. I'm lucky though, I've got my uncle, and my friends are pretty great. That's enough most days."

"What do you do when it's not enough?"

"Hmmm?"

"When your uncle and friends aren't enough, what do you do? To try and...make it better?"

Eddie is quiet again for a long stretch before he shrugs.

"I try to focus on something else. I'll play my guitar or work on a new campaign, read a book. Something to take my mind off it."

"Oh."

Now Steve is the one who seems tense, his jaw is tight and he's got his arms wrapped around himself. His next words come out as a whisper, but Eddie manages to catch them.

"I don't know how to do any of that."

He sounds almost choked, and Eddie is caught off guard. He's never seen Steve Harrington as anything other than solid, as happy. He's the king, after all. He's supposed to be all smiles and great hair. Only...Eddie's noticed that he hasn't hung out with his old friends lately, that he's eaten alone at lunch too many times to be anything other than strange.

"Steve...are you lonely?"

Eddie expects a denial, for Steve to laugh it off and tell Eddie that he's perfectly fine and fulfilled. Or maybe he expects a shrug, a non-answer. What he doesn't expect is the gut-wrenching sob that seems to tear past the other boys lips.

He doesn't expect to turn and see Steve Harrington's face, a scant foot from his, shining with tears.

He panics a little at the sight.

"Fuck- I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be." Steve tries to wipe his eyes, to hide the tremble in his voice. "Not your fault there's something wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I'm broken man, like nobody can stand to be around me. Tommy and Carol hate me now, Nancy- hell even my own parents hate being at home with me for more than a week. It's like I'm repellent or something. Couldn't even get a date to stick around for a whole night."

And Eddie's pretty sure *he* might start crying now. He'd never have expected this much from Steve, all that sadness to come pouring out. It wouldn't have happened if Steve was completely sober. Without thinking, he reaches out.

Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and waits to see if the touch gets rejected, but Steve seems to lean into him, so he lets his hand linger.

"This probably won't help, but I don't think you're repellent. And that's coming from somebody who your whole group used to torture. I don't know much about you, but I kind of liked having you around tonight."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Steve gives him a tiny smile. His eyes are still wet with tears, and the smile doesn't come close to reaching them. He seems impossibly small here in Eddie's bed.

"I don't know man. I just wish-"

He cuts himself off, apparently deciding his words are too far, but Eddie urges him to keep talking.

"What do you wish Steve?"

"I just wish that... there was somebody out there I could have a future with. Somebody who actually loved me, you know?"

It might be the saddest thing Eddie's ever heard, and he blames that fact for what he does next.

He takes his hand off Steve's shoulders and instead hauls Steve closer to him, fitting the other boy against his chest and wrapping his arms around him. It's a move that might get him decked, but he doesn't think it will. And he'll be damned if he doesn't hug Steve right that second.

He doesn't get hit. Steve tenses for a second, but it's just that one instant before he's melting into the embrace.

Eddie feels more tears falling against his shirt, and he couldn't care less. He keeps Steve close, let's him cry into his chest, runs a hand through that famous mop of hair.

He isn't sure how long it takes for Steve to calm down, but eventually he does. His breathing evens out, and he shivers a little before speaking.

"Thanks man."

And Eddie takes another leap of faith.

"I could be that person, you know."

"What?"

"I mean. You know Im... not straight. It may not be exactly what you're wanting but. I think I could picture a future with you. If you want to, just for tonight...I could be that someone who loves you."

Steve looks at Eddie, like he's a puzzle that he needs to solve, before a other shiver seems to wrack his body.

"Just for tonight?"

It comes out as a whisper, but Eddie hears it all the same.

"Yeah. For tonight Steve."

"I think...I think I'd like that."

Eddie gives him the sweetest smile he can muster, and nods.

"Alright sweetheart."

Eddie isn't exactly sure what it means, to love Steve for the night. After all, Steve is straight. He figures it doesn't matter much though, it's only for a night.

He keeps a hold on Steve, let's him get comfortable tucked against Eddie, and he does what feels natural. He runs a hand up and down Steve's spine, traces shapes into the soft fabric of his shirt. He tangles their legs together, and in a moment of insane bravery he presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head.

He's met with a sigh, full of relief, and figures he's on the right track.

"Just close your eyes Stevie, I've got you."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Hmmm?"

"The future. You said you could see one. Can you tell me?"

And he asks so carefully, he sounds almost afraid, Eddie can't say no to that.

"Do you want the fantasy future, or the realistic future?"

"The real one."

"Alright then. Well, if I'm not going to be a rich and famous rockstar...I'll probably graduate and get a job somewhere in town. A real job, maybe working on cars or something. I'm good with cars. You'd come over all the time, have dinners with me and with Wayne. You'd have to meet Wayne. And we'd have more nights like this, sleeping close."

Steve let's out a pleased sounding hum, and shifts his face so it's buried even closer in Eddie's neck. He can feel Steve's breath on him.

"We could save up money and get a little place together, somewhere outside Hawkins. I have to stay kind of close, for my uncle, but maybe Indy?"

Steve nods, mutters something about staying close 'just in case'. He sounds like he might fall asleep, so Eddie keeps going.

"We could get an apartment, nothing too fancy. We would get two rooms, so nobody gets suspicious, but we would share a bed most nights. I'd play with my band on weekends, just for fun, and you'd join some little local sports team. I'd make sure to schedule DND nights so that I never miss a single game, even though I don't understand a damn thing about sports. We would come home for holidays, but most of the time it would just be us. I'd take good care of you, make sure you never go more than a few hours without me telling you I love you. I'll show up wherever you're working just to give you a hug and a kiss, and make sure you don't forget it. And I'll annoy the hell out of, but you won't mind too much, because I'll make you happy too."

Eddie can think of more. He can think about so many things. How he could give Steve one of his rings, even if they couldn't legally get married, even if Steve would never want that. Just as another reminder that he's loved. They could take trips together and go out to parties where Steve will never have to worry about getting ditched. Eddie doesn't do things halfway, and he has a hell of an imagination. He could picture them growing old together, if he tried, if he let himself. But this is just for tonight, so he doesn't. Instead he runs a hand through Steve's hair again, and listens to his quiet breathing. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he's wrong.

"That sounds nice."

It comes out muffled, spoken into Eddie's neck, but he manages to make it out, and he let's the vibration of it sink into his skin.

*It's only for tonight.*

He has to remind himself, because Steve is just feeling lonely. He doesn't want that future with Eddie, he just wants to feel loved.

But even if it's just pretend, just to help Steve for a few hours, he's okay with that.

Steve may think he's broken, but Eddie thinks he would be easy to love for a long time. Loving him for one night is nothing. He doesn't even have to try.

Tomorrow Steve will wake up sober, and he'll thank Eddie for letting him stay over, and they won't talk about it. Eddie will drive Steve back to his car in silence, and they'll say their goodbyes. They may not talk ever again, they never had before.

But for tonight? Eddie Munson will love Steve Harrington, and Steve? He'll let himself be loved, let himself beleive it. And he'll love Eddie right back.

Just for one night.

And if Steve ever needs it again? Eddie will love him for another night. And Steve will give that love right back. He's got plenty to spare, after all. And there's far worse people he could share it with.

[noeysnowy]

I finished up my solarpunk pearl design!!! I had a lot of fun with it tihi

Have som nerdy info:

So all her tech is powered by solar panels, she charges her batteries throughout the day and changes them whenever she needs.

The tech in her boots and elytra is some form of hover tech, i got a suggestion from the discord that it could be balls of air like from avatar! And i find that idea really cool. Whatever it is it gives her the ability to fly.

When she isnt using her elytra she hovers over the ground because her boots are always on, she can fly very small distances with the boots but she needs the elytra for long distance trips.

The “headphones” on her head have radio technology that let her communicate over long distances and they can create a visor that analyse the environment around her.

The screens on her arm bracers help control her farms, watering, planting, harvesting ex.

Oh and Im planning on finishing up a sketch of her in a slightly modified postal pearl outfit! :D

[kenobiwanx]

hey i did something 🫡

[moonstainn]

Happy Remus day

[ghoulinfuschia]

I think the last time I made an animatic was like,,, maybe two years ago? So Im proud of this one. I wouldn't call it finished but idk if I have the energy to do the whole thing and having it sit in my computer was driving me insane, SOOOO here we are.

Ily Pomni <3333

Link to original video =>> ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNm5V2CQ1Jw&pp=ygUYVGhlIHNob3cgdGhhdCBuZXZlciBlbmRz )

[arreuyas]

NEEDINESS. | Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ In which Gojo Satoru fantasizes about his girlfriend when she isn't home.

warnings: smut/nsfw, pillow humping, handjob/jerking, sniffing panties, overstimulation, unprotected sex, needy (almost sub) gojo.

wordcount: 1.8k

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IT'S ALREADY past nine when Satoru reaches home. He opened the front door of the living room, hoping to see you there with your usual smile and receiving him into your embrace with those pretty open arms of yours. Yet, that didn't happen, making him raise an eyebrow in both worry and disappointment.

He immediately grabbed his phone, seeing that you left a text saying that you were going to be late. He sighed, already pouting from not having you to pamper him. Both your schedules usually matched— Satoru didn't really have a schedule, but he'd leave home with you and when he got back you would be already waiting for him. But both being sorcerers, it was only natural that this kind of thing could happen.

He sighed, taking off his shoes before locking the door and tossing the keys on the table. There wasn't dinner ready, because you were the one that did it for him, and Gojo didn't bother eating if it wasn't your cooked-home meal. So he went straight to your shared bedroom, in his mind he wanted to take a shower and change clothes but he was tired, and your absence only made him less willing to do anything, so instead he collapsed in bed, staring at the ceiling.

He misses you.

He always do, whenever you're not around. And he's always worrying about your safety too, knowing that you're strong but he'd be more relaxed if you two had more time together throughout the day. Yet, he knew it wouldn't happen because he was always sent to missions alone by the damn higher-ups, the burden of being the strongest sorcerer.

He let out another sigh, and when he inhaled he felt your scent coming from the room. Oh, yes. Your perfume still lingered on every part of the house, Satoru even avoided putting on cologne because it would mask your sweet scent.

He buried his face on your pillow, inhaling deeply and letting out another sigh, but this time being from appreciation. He remembered what you two did on the bed just the last night— you didn't change the sheets, because he had used a condom and you both had sex on the edge of the bed. But he could still smell it and the memories returned to his mind, very welcomed by him. He remembered your seductively smile as he pinned you to the bed, your hair sprawled around the pillow. Your blushing cheeks and oh...

He moaned, already aroused by only the most 'normal' parts of his memories of last night. He remembered your sexy voice whispering naughty against his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Fuck. His cock was already twitching in his pants. He moved his hand down to palm his bulge, a small groan coming from his throat as he did so. Satoru was already hard; he loved you so much that only the mere mention of your name was enough to make him melt.

He didn't like playing with himself alone, Satoru would always beg for you to do it. To have sex, when you two had the time. To jerk him off, when you didn't. A quickie or a blowjob, when you were tired. Either way, it was to be with you. But you weren't there. And he didn't have a clue how long you would take, either. It wouldn't do any harm to jerk off, right?

Yet, he knew it wouldn't be as exciting.

For some reason, his eyes glanced at the closet and that was when he had the nastiest thought he could have. The special-grade sorcerer knew that you would get mad at him, even slap him— not strong, though, because you'd never try to hurt your sweet boyfriend. But he wanted to, he needed you and what's the closest thing of you right now if not your scent... or something that is with you all day?

Without giving it much though, he alr had one of your panties in hands. A black laced one, his favorite. The lingerie had the bra as well but just this piece would be enough. He rested his back against the headboard of the bed, stroking his cock as he stared at your underwear, remembering just how sexy you were with it on. He wondered which one you were using today... Gojo didn't get to see you changing this morning. Fuck, he should've. Maybe you were without anything— he moaned from the thought.

His mind was filled with you, you and you. He was pumping his blushy dick with his hand, pearly precum leaking from the tip and lubricating the length. He wanted to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and make you dumb on his cock. To claim you, dominate you, breed you. You looked so pretty when you were overstimulated.

“Ah— Please.” He didn't know why he was beginning, alone in that bedroom, but the 'for who' was pretty obvious. Gripping tightly on your lingerie, Gojo bucked his hips up when that pleasure building up exploded. He groaned, biting his lower lip as he shoot his load. It dirtied his abdomen and some went to the sheets— he could just clean that up later before you reached home.

But he was still hard as a rock.

His pale skin was reddish as he breathed heavily, his blue eyes almost teary as he kept stroking his dick for you. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, no matter for how long he jerked himself. He needed you, now. Where the hell were you?

He moaned in a needy way, now he was laying down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it in between his legs. Satoru started thrusting against it, rubbing his sensitive cock on the pillow as his hands gripped on the mattress. He placed your panties against his nose, inhaling the scent of the clean piece of cloth, but there was still a bit of the scent of your sex on it, and he loved it. He was so sensitive, so needy for you.

“Enjoying yourself, I see.” A voice he knows way too well suddenly filled the room and he moaned from hearing it. His eyes shoot to the door, seeing his sexy girlfriend with arms crossed staring at him... he almost came just from seeing you.

“Please, please–” He was still rocking his hips on the pillow, now while looking at you. You scoffed, approaching the bed slowly, almost tortuously for Satoru.

“Jerking yourself as your girlfriend is busy working, don't you have any shame? And is that my lingerie?” Your eyes widened with amusement as you saw the piece of your lingerie and how Satoru blushed even more from embarrassment. “How needy.”

You yanked the pillow from him, tossing it away and grabbing his dick in your hands. Satoru moaned loudly. His cock sprung against his abdomen, cum leaking out and making it almost shiny. His white hair was a mess, forehead dewy with sweat. You chuckled at the sigh, loving seeing him in that submissive state, begging for you. “Such a cute boy.” You purred, your thumb teasing hus tip as you stroke him slowly, making Satoru twitch and squirm at your touch, extremely sensitive and almost overstimulated.

You kissed his neck, making him groan. “Baby, please!” He begged, thrusting his hips up in the air and against your hand, moaning when you gave his cock a soft slap.

“I should punish you for being naughty... But for now I'll let you be, since you're cute.” You were quick to take off your own pants—the sorcerer uniform you used— and to straddle his lap with your legs. Your hand caressed his abdomen, seeing how he breathed in deeply, his body jolting under your touch.

“I'll be good, so please— I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna die!” You chuckled at how dramatic he sounded, and your hand moved to push your panties to the side.

Ah, the pink one. Satoru whined when he saw that, it was one of his favorites as well.

However, he didn't have much time to appreciate the view as you lined his cock with your cunt, pushing your hips down and embracing his length with your hot, wet cavern. Satoru's eyes widened as he moaned loudly like a bitch, squirming under you as he came inside.

“That was quick...” You chuckled, feeling his dick pulsating and how Satoru rolled his eyes to the back of his head before closing them and looking at back you with a needy look. “Do you think you can handle—”

You couldn't finish your sentence, as Gojo pinned you down to the bed and kissed you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and twirling with yours as he started thrusting in a fast pace. You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his hips and inviting him deeper as he moaned and moved like a dog in heat.

He moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking, placing marks all over and then moving even lower to your breasts, nibbling on the nipple and sucking on it like he was eating a dessert. “I can't– Ngh, please... I don't think I can... hold back for much longer.”

His hand moved to your cunt, rubbing your clit in circles as he kept pounded into you, slowing down everytime he felt like orgasming. Satoru didn't want to cum alone again, he already did it twice. It would be too humiliating, he knew you'd tease him for at least two weeks.

“Cum with me, please, please.” He begged, resting his head on your collarbone. “Cum all over my cock, I want it so bad.” He growled yet let out a whimper right after, he was normally very dominant but this time he was acting like a virgin.

You moaned too, feeling as the pleasure was making your cunt clench around his cock, and you wrapped your hands around his back, nails scratching his back. “I'm gonna cum.” You announced with a gasp.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m coming!” Satoru groaned, his cock twitching and then spurting his hot seed, almost watery deep inside you. You came right after, moaning and arching your back instinctively, holding onto him. “Take it– Mhm. I love you so much!”

He kept pumping his seed inside you until there was nothing leaking anymore, both your highs calming down. Gojo looked at you with a shy, yet lustful face but then you started chuckling.

“My panties, Satoru? Really?”

“Don't tease me!”

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[marielatiasi]

Fyodor in a dress because i can‼️

[peachy-dove]

Shanks x Fem!Bunny Hybrid!Reader

CW:MDNI!! 18+ only!, 2k words, Bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, mentions of alcohol, cuss words, Bratty bunny, sitting in Yasopp’s lap, jealous shanks, light degradation, a little spanking, Use of cunt and cunny, DaddyDom shanks, mentions of: Good girl/Bunny/Bunny girl and more pet names, creampie, Oral (male receiving)

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @littlemochabunni for the idea! I’ve always wanted hybrid reader one piece fics, they're some of my favorites in other fandoms so here I am attempting to write one now!

The Redforce was docked on an island in the new world. Shanks and Benn had agreed that they deserved a break from the constant fights. And what else could keep up morale better than a party and some good booze!

The crew was lively and the sun was bright beaming down on the crew. The beach was beautiful and full of plenty of fruit and food from Lucky Roux to go around. Shanks was already drinking by the time the ship hit the shore with his cute little bunny (y/n) by his side. Or rather was by his side, she ran off with the rest of the crew to play in the water earlier. Her pink bikini fit her body just right, man was it a great sight to see. (Y/N) sauntered over with a twinkle in her eyes at the sight of her man.

“Come play with me shanks!” she pleaded with him pulling on his arm though not getting very far. He pulled his arm away and pet her head, feeling the fur of her ears softly graze his hand “Sorry bun, I’m trying to relax right now I’ll come play later, okay?” He told her, sitting back in his beach chair and sipping his drink. The bunny hybrid stomped her foot in frustration, puffing out her cheeks. “But I wanna play now!” 

Shanks sat up and gave her a stern look, “Don’t start being a brat little girl, I don't want to have to punish you on such a nice day would I?” You puff and give him a nod of your head saying ‘no’. He chuckles and kisses your forehead and rubs your lower back.

“I’ll come play with you later bunny, daddy just wants to relax for okay, so don’t get your bikini in a twist.” You hug him and nuzzle into his chest, still angry at him but nevertheless go and hang with the rest of the crew. But on your way you started to devise a plan to finally get shanks’ attention once and for all. If he wanted to see a brat you were going to show him one.

You prance your way over to your good friend and crewmate Yasopp, who was half drunk sitting with Bonk Punch and Monster. “Hey sopp! Watcha doing?” you ask, your ears perked up in interest. Trying to get his attention with your chest on display in your mini pink bikini. He looks down at you, his cheeks heating up from the sight of your luscious tits presented to him, he stammers a bit but responds quickly after,

“H-hey (y/n)! What brings you over here? Shouldn’t you be hanging with the boss?” you huff a little in remembering your boyfriend ignoring you but you straighten back up and bat your lashes at him. You poke out your ass as Yasopp continues to look at your wonderful body up and down as you talk. “Shanks will be fine! I just came to see my best friend!” you get closer to him as Monster and Bonk watch from the side. You climb into his lap and lick your lips seductively.

“You like talking to me don’t you Yasopp?” Yasopp starts to squirm in seat and is sweating nervously. “Bunny what are you doing?” Yasopp asks, his eyes skittishly looking around trying to make sure his captain wasn’t watching your bold display in front of not only him but other members of the crew as well. “What, you don't like being so close?” you lean in to him and stare deep into his eyes as he looks away hurriedly. You giggle from his demeanor.

You sit on his lap fully as he freezes for a moment and looks up from you. Yasopp felt his soul leave his body as the beach went quiet around him. You felt the shift in the beach air as Yasopp looked away from you. Your ears twitched from the sheer presence standing behind you, the hairs standing on the back of your neck making it hard to keep a calm facade. 

“Care to explain what you’re doing bunny girl?” A deep and gruff voice cutting the silence like a knife. You turn your head and see Shanks standing tall in front of you, he doesn’t look too happy right now. “Hey babe! I was just helping Yasopp, he had something caught in his eye” You lie to him, looking him into his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed from your response. “Is that so bunny? Did you have to help him by placing your cute little ass in his lap?” His patience is wearing thin with you but you can’t help but push him over the edge.

“I don’t know, I think it was pretty necessary, I was just helping him, I don't see the big deal, you're being dramatic.” You turn away from him and huff, and look back at Yassop to be the cherry on top of your little performance.

Shanks felt his eye twitch from your willingness to get under his skin, but it lit the fire under him to play your little game. In one fell swoop Shanks snatches you up from Yasopp’s lap and puts you over his shoulder, storming his way back to his cabin on the ship.

"Hey what are you doing Shanks, stop it!” you bang your fists on his sturdy back which didn’t do much. He gets to your shared cabin and puts you down on the bed on all fours. You look back at him as he looks at you hungrily. 

Suddenly Shanks brings his hand down on your barely covered ass, the sting making you jump and your tail to twitch. “Daddy!” you cry out from the spank. “I’m gonna break that little bunny cunt (y/n).” He lands two more strikes on your ass and grabs you by your hair to bring your back to his chest. “You wanted to act like a slut I’m gonna treat you like one little girl.”

He flips you over on your back and rips your bikini top and bottoms off of you. Shanks licks his lips and bites his lips at the sight of your fat tits and glistening wet cunt.He grabs your leg and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it little bunny and since you’ve ruined such a nice day you’re gonna please me doll.” Shanks pulls down his pants and steps out of them, kicking them off to the side.

The sight of his hard cock making you drool and your horny bunny brain couldn’t take it. You got up from the bed and got on your knees in front of him. Shanks pets the top of your head, scratching the back of your bunny ears, “Good girl baby~ didn’t even need instructions, you know how Daddy likes it.”

You place small kisses all over his dick, licking and sucking all over his length. Remembering the taste of him all over your tongue. “Hurry up bunny,” He bucks his hips in warning. He’s still mad with you despite his earlier praise.

You take him into your mouth taking him as far as you could, shanks throws his head back in pleasure as you bob your head up and down. Your warm mouth is taking him so well, maybe if you kept this up he could reward such good behavior.

You continue to suck his thick cock, your only goal is making him cum down your throat. It’s almost as if your body was on autopilot, the familiar feeling of him, his body taking over your senses, wanting more of him. You start to take him deeper, wanting to please him and satisfy your craving for him. His cock hitting the back of your throat, you look up at him with your big doe eyes watching his eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.

“Fuuuck~ that’s good bunny, keep making daddy feel good” he starts to buck his hips into your throat, as the pace of his breath picks up. His hand holds the back of your head urging to take him farther. You end up taking him down to the base, you feel shanks shiver and throb in your throat. His moans getting louder as he pushes his cock into your throat like his own personal fuck toy.

“Gonna cum bunny, take it all, take it all right now!” He spills his cum down your throat. You can feel his dick throb on your tongue as he lets every drop be taken in by you. You try to swallow all of it to please him. He slowly pulls his dick out of your throat, convulsing and panting heavily.

Shanks grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up for a sloppy kiss, drool and cum dripping down your mouth and tits as he kisses you hard. Shanks lays you down on the bed and rubs his thumb on your clit, making you moan into the kiss. He pulls back and looks at you with lustful eyes. “Such a good little angel you are, yet you always have to give me trouble, huh bun?” You moan in response just trying to get more stimulation from him. He chuckles and pulls away as you whine for him. 

Shanks pulls off his shirt and climbs back on top of you, pressing kisses to your face and the tops of your breasts. “You can keep being a good girl for me right honey?” He asks as he folds you in half, pressing your knees to your chest and lines up his cock to your went cunt. “Yes daddy I’ll be good! Just please fuck me~” You whine as he chuckles at you desperation. He slowly pushes into you as he watches the desperate look on your face as your cute cunny takes in his fat cock.

He swiftly pushes in bottoming out as his balls hit your ass. ‘OH DADDY~” you cry out as he starts a fast pace fucking deep into you. “There you go bunny, taking Daddy so well.” The sound of your wet pussy sounded off the wooden walls of the cabin as he fucked you in a mating press. Your cute tummy and tits jiggling from the force of his thrusts. Your eyes roll to the back and your moans echo out across the red force, everyone was sure to hear you even out on the beach. 

Shanks presses his weight on top of you as he takes his hand and grabs your chin to look at him. “Look at me little girl~” You try your best to focus on him and his eyes but with the way he was pounding you it was hard to even hear him right now but you managed to just for a split second. “You gonna make a mess for me sweetheart?” 

He could tell from the way your cunt was gushing around his dick that you were close. The tight fluttering around his cock like a vice made his damn near delirious.’y-yes daddy i’m gonna cum please let me cum daddy!” you plead as he looks at the slutty expression you were making on your face. “Then go ahead cum for me my good bunny” Shanks reaches between your connected bodies and rubs your swollen wet clit which makes you explode all over his cock and lower abdomen. 

You yell out his name in ecstasy as you spasm around his cock. As you come down from your high Shanks pulls out and swiftly turns you over. He presses your face into the pillows and lifts your hips and pushes right back in.

“Shanks!?” you cry out as he fills you so well, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm not even minutes ago. “You thought I was done with you slut?” He picks up his speed and angles his hips to press into your spot inside you. 

Shanks pounds into your wet pussy, his hips slamming into yours as the sound of your ass reverberates off the walls.”Don’t you EVER disrespect me like that again princess, do you hear me?” You keep moaning and don’t respond to him so he thrusts into you hard with emphasis on each word, “I said. Do. You. Hear. ME!” He hits your cervix as you moan out in response, “YES, yes daddy I won’t do it again i promise I’ll be good!” He grabs your bunny tail and tugs at it in punishment. “I know you won't, sweetheart, I won’t be as nice next time~” Shanks speeds up as he feels your sweet pussy juices drip down his balls. 

All you can do is take it all as he fucks your brain into mush, you couldn’t try to think if you wanted to. From his heavy cock dragging deliciously against your sensitive walls. You could feel your release coming again as he pummeled your pussy.

“Gonna cum daddy! May I please cum?” You moan into the pillows as your release gets closer and closer. Shanks keeps fucking directly into your cervix feeling your tightness wrapped around him he wasn’t gonna last too much longer either. “Go ahead sweetness! Cum, make a mess!” Shanks pumps into you one last time as you both cum together.

Your legs finally give out from under you as shanks hold you to keep you from falling. He slowly comes down from his high and kisses your back as he pulls and lays you both down. 

Shanks pulls you close as you continue to cool down. “I love you little bunny~” He kisses your forehead and caresses your ears and you nuzzle into his chest. Craving his body to be close after such an intense afternoon. ‘I love you too daddy~” You fall asleep in his hold as you both bask in each other's presence.

Meanwhile…

“The boss sure went hard on little ‘ol (y/n),” Lucky Roux said as he ate at a table on the beach with Beckman and Yasopp. “Poor bunny probably won’t be able to sit properly for a while knowing how he gets.” Benn chuckles as he blows smoke from his cigarette thinking of the poor girl pouting from her hurt bottom.

“More like Poor Yasopp when the boss gets a hold of ‘im!” Lime juice pipes in as the crew laughs together. “Aw shit I'm screwed!” Yasopp panics knowing that shanks was gonna kill him no matter what he said!

[monstrousvoice]

Bedtime

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Relationship: Husk X Reader

AN: Inspired by this post, I wanted to write Husk being sleepy and needing to be picked up from the hotel's bar. Fluffy and sweet! Reader’s gender isnt specified but you do use a couple of sappy, schmaltzy nicknames for Husk, fair warning

Tags: Fluff, References to Alcohol, References to Alcohol Addiction, Sappy Romantic Nicknames, Other Cast Members Mentioned, If I missed any please let me know

Summary: The Hazbin Hotel is pretty peaceful at night.

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With a huff of frustration you sat up in bed, scrubbing your hands over your face. Your hands dropped to your lap as your eyes wandered the empty bedroom. The lamp light was still on, casting an amber glow over everything from the empty booze bottles still on the shelves you haven't thrown out, to the mounds of dirty clothes neither you nor your boyfriend had bothered to pick up. The clock read midnight. You look to your side, his half of the bed still empty. Still cold.

That was why you were having such trouble sleeping, you knew. You needed your nightly cuddles if you were ever going to fall asleep.

Sighing and stretching your shoulders, you stood up, making yourself look somewhat decent before you left your room. Despite the late hour you knew better than to walk through the hallways without pants on.

It was…surreal to walk through the hotel at night. When you had lived in the center of the Ring, there was always noise, always chaos. There were times you were so scared of being a target for a robbery (or something worse) that you couldn't sleep at all, only closing your eyes for a few minutes before jolting awake at the sound of a car crash and gunfire outside your window.

…But here there was nothing. Night was almost peaceful. If you really strained your hearing or went outside the distant chaos would be noticeable, but walking through red and gold hallways, the only real noise came from your fellow residents.

Sometimes you would come across Nifty scurrying around, dusting and bug hunting and muttering to herself. Sometimes Angel would get back from work in a good mood because Valentino had been in a good mood, and you could hear his favorite music playing from his room as he sang along, spinning Fat Nuggets around and around.

Even when you suspected he was sleeping, the soft sound of jazz and radio static never stopped playing from Alastor's room. You were grateful he was on one of the top floors and far from your room. You don't think your beau would be able to sleep at all knowing his Master was right down the hall.

Sir Pentious could make quite a racket when he was in a tinkering mood, but he always spent his time doing so in the hotel’s workshop and, to give him credit, he tried working on quieter projects during the night after Charlie asked him to keep it down once. Charlie herself, and Vaggie, were both pretty quiet too. The only time you could think of them making too much noise at night was one instance. They had decided to have date night at the hotel watching movies, which led to a tickle fight that had Charlie screeching in joy and sent the rest of you on red alert that she was under attack.

Both her and Vaggie had apologized out of breath and with red cheeks.

You didn't come across anyone tonight as you made your way to the lobby. The tv was off, throw blankets neatly folded on the couch. Some bits of metal and electronics were left on the coffee table, you assumed it was a project Sir Pentious had been working on before calling it a night. 

You kept walking, your destination being the bar.

It was neat and tidy as always…except for the unconscious bartender laying across it. You smiled softly as you crept closer, and the sound of soft snoring reached your ears. Husk was dead asleep on his side of the bar, his back slowly rising and falling with even breaths, wings limp and touching the floor. His head was laying on his folded arms, hands still gripping a clean empty glass and a rag. 

You hadn't mentioned it to him yet, but you were proud of him. Lately he had been opening up more to the others in the hotel, making actual friends, you dared to call them. And with that change came a change in Husk. He was smiling more, even laughing, and drinking less. It made your heart warm and gooey that he was learning to let his walls down around others besides you.

He was happier.

He wasn't gonna be happy in the morning with a sore neck and pins and needles in his legs for sleeping standing up, however.

You snuck up behind the counter, stepping over his limp tail to get closer to his warmth. With delicate precision you pulled the empty glass and rag out from his claws and set them aside. You slowly wrapped your arms around him next, mindful of his sensitive wings, carding your fingers through the fur covering his arms and shoulders. You leaned close to his flicking ear and whispered.

“Husk? It's time to get up baby…you need to get to bed.” A snort and a twitch of whiskers was your only response. “C'mon, wake up handsome~” you cooed again.

A grunt, and suddenly a golden eye was fluttering open looking around but not really taking anything in. Husk coughed, slowly pulling himself upright and smacking his lips together with a frown. You could guess his last drink was making itself known to his taste buds.

“Fuckin-Wh…where…?” He looked groggy, eyes fuzzy with wide pupils, and the fur on his cheek he had been laying on was clumped together in the cutest case of bed head you've ever seen. (Who were you kidding, every morning waking up next to him was the cutest case of bed head ever-) He gave a loud groan as he stood up, leaning forward hard onto the countertop as his legs and feet woke back up. 

“Shiiit…fuckin feet, goddam-...” He muttered and cursed some more, and you wrapped your arms around his middle to help hold him up. Even in his dazed state he tried to return the affection you were giving him, one of his hands moving to cover yours where it gripped him. His tail swished and curled around your legs as he woke up.

“Did you have one too many with Angel again sweetheart? I had asked him to let me know the next time you fell asleep here…” Your brows furrowed in concern. You couldn't really be mad at Angel if he forgot though. When he and Husk drank, they got sloshed.

“N-no…not Angel.” Husk muttered. His baritone voice was deeper than usual, sleep making it sound gravely and…well, husky. He dragged the hand not holding yours down his face, scrubbing and wrinkling his muzzle to wake up more. His mouth opened wide in a yawn, one that granted you a chance to see the rows of fangs he had hidden away in their full glory. You noticed tears pricking the corner of his eyes as the yawn ended and he licked his dry lips.

“...Was Alastor. Wanted some drinks, and when he finally left, I had his mess to clean up.” Your heart ached in sympathy. You know how much a night spent with just Alastor rubbed your man the wrong way. And the worst part was…

You couldn't do anything.

But you could do this for him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before nuzzling into his neck, taking a deep inhale of his smell. You spoke again, voice muffled by his fur, but with the way his ear cocked towards you, you knew he could understand.

“-’M sorry baby. Com's t’ bed? It's com’y…” He chuckled at your muffled words, turning in your arms to hug you back. Face to face, he was able to nuzzle his own face into your neck this time. Husk took a deep breath and held it for a moment, relishing your scent before breathing hot air against you. It tickled.

“Yeah…yeah ‘m ready for bed…” He mumbled. Despite this you both stood there a moment longer. His arms were so firm and strong where they rested on your hips, and you loved the way his shoulders and back were so easy for you to hold onto. You simply didn't want to move yet. He smelled like booze, of course, but underneath that was the smell of his cheap cologne and his natural scent, and you let it envelope you entirely. Sleepy or not, you could stand here with him for eternity…

But, you figured his feet were probably killing him at this point, and you'd rather you both be comfortable during cuddle time. So, with a sigh you pulled away, but not before giving his other cheek a kiss to match the earlier one. Husk simply smiled at you, eyes hooded and soft with love.

As you both turned to make your way up the stairs to your shared bedroom, neither of you let go of the other. His arm stayed firmly on your hip, keeping you pulled as close to him as possible without tripping you both. You couldn't complain, you were doing the same thing, holding him to your side to support his tired body. His wings still drooped with their weight, the tips of his feathers touching the floor as you walked.

It was a quick walk back to your shared room, kisses and ‘I love you’s being whispered as you went. You didn't even care about the taste of stale booze in his mouth when you kissed him anymore. You had come to love it in a weird, pavlovian sort of way.

When you finally got back, you shut the door behind you with a soft ‘click’, and Husk stayed glued to your side as you did so. Already his eyes were slipping closed again, and the sight had you cooing in adoration.

“You are so adorable you know that? Such a handsome face, looking so sleepy…” He pouted at your words, but the blush on his face was obvious despite his fur. 

“Shut that cute mouth up before I shut it myself-” He grumbled.

“Oh? And how would you shut it, hmm? I'm oh-so curious!” You teased him further, and giggled loudly when his response was to bury his face into your chest to hide away.

“-’m too tired for this-” He whined, actually whined, and you relented.

“Okay, okay sweetheart. I'm done, let's go to bed, yeah?” At his tired nod you stumbled your way to the bed, almost tripping on a pile of clothes in the way. When you finally reached the edge of the mattress, Husk finally let you go. He all but dragged himself across the blankets before flopping down on his side, only taking enough time to make sure his wings were tucked away safely and wouldn't get crushed. You stood still, smiling down at him.

“Not even gonna take off your pants big boy?” Your response was a tired huff. Husk laid with his face buried in a pillow, your pillow to be exact, and watched you with one sleepy eye. He held up his arms and made a grabbing motion towards you.

“C’mere doll…wanna hold you…” And if that sight didn't break your heart, nothing could.

“Hold on, let me get you situated.” Husk groaned in protest but didn't stop you as you crawled over the bed and to him. With practiced movements you undid his suspenders and popped open his pants, wiggling his clothes off him. In nothing left but his boxers, you tossed your blanket over him and finally settled down at his side.

Immediately he snuggled into you, pulling himself as close as possible to your body heat and curling himself around you like a leech. His legs wrapped around your hips and thighs, arms around your back as he buried his face into your chest.

He was asleep in moments.

Unable to stop smiling, you brushed your fingers through his fur and settled down yourself, finally feeling the sweet embrace of sleep now that your cuddly man was where he belonged.

[oakley-silva]

sum bojectified stuff

(bonus ii)

i drew pk and spool from memory

CITRUSS

bonus mepad VVVV

[dyrujuz-art-and-stuff]

Took longer then expected but I finally finished this :]

Behold the BeetleJhost!

Kofi

[ghostycreature]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Technoblade defends Dream from Sapnap

@sixteenth-day-event

I tried to finish it on time and failed so here's the general lineart. I'll probably (possibly) finish it this week and post it then :)

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Amnesia-Rock-Prince!Branch in an Arranged marriage AU Idea - PART 2!!! Enter Brozone

Okay, so if anyone is reading this AU summery before my first post on the topic, you will not understand what is going on. So, yourself a favor and find post 1, it's by the same title, just without the big, "PART 2" on it.

Char=Branch to remind everyone.

Now for everyone else, let's pick up back where we left off...

The wedding day, starts out normal enough. Char manages to identify the pod he was hatched in, he Poppy and Barb go inside, to remises on memories he doesn't know, and try and find something to connect himself to this practical stranger who saved his life. Char finds a picture of him and the woman, from when he was a young child. Poppy is supportive, saying that the elderly troll must've loved Char very much. Barb, says that she was a bad*** for saving Char the way she did. Poppy ends up finding some Brozone albums, and said that she had a good taste in music, to the now very confused royal rock siblings.

The ceremony came all too soon. Satin and Chelie, along with Bridget and Barb helped Poppy, get dressed. While Peppy, Riff and Thrash (although he's not doing much), are helping Char prepare. They get to the part of vows, Poppy in a bright colorful dress, Char in a leather suit with his guitar on his back. Cooper is officiating for some reason. and then...

"Stop the Wedding!"

Out of the sky came flying in one John Dory in all of his lack-of-self-awareness glory. Char asks if Poppy knows this guy, she shakes her head, Cooper mumbles that he hadn't gotten to the objection part of the ceremony, and Barb stands up looking ready to throw hands.

JD does not notice the tense angry and confused atmosphere he's created, instead going on about how he's looking for someone named, "branch", until his eyes settle on Char and he lights up. Que the movie antics that JD does in canon, upon seeing his little brother. Completely missing the fact that Char does not recognize him. Barb gets involved the moment the butt slap happens, because that is not okay. She drags John off of Char and pins him to the ground demanding that he explain himself before she throughs him into the bowels of the volcano to forever rot.

John Panics, starts calling Char for help, to get the crazed Rock troll off of him. Char is like "Am I supposed to know you?"

This makes JD freeze, and the older troll starts calling out to Char in every nickname he can remember, but Char just shakes his head. Poppy chimes in, asking the important question of who John was. John answers that he's Char' brother. Everyone is confused. Poppy askes if they for got to invite this one, Char just shakes his head. Barb laughs at the claim and presses John further into the ground. Something clicks then for Poppy and she tells barb to let him up, and then id's him as John Dory.

Barb snorts when Poppy calls him old. Then she annouces for her guard to "Take this lune who tried to claim to be a member of the Rock Royal family and interrupted her brothers wedding."

John panics, and not just because the guards are coming towards him, but because he realized that not only was his baby brother getting married, but he just ruined the wedding. Just as the guards seize him, Char tells them to wait.

"Can you prove it? IF you're my bio-brother can you prove it?"

"Char?" Barb said, "What are you doing?"

"On the off chance he's telling the truth, this might be my only way to get some answers."

"Answers?" John chimed in, "Answers to what Bitty B? Look I should've figure you'd be angry. After all we didn't leave on the best of terms and I just uh...kind of ruined your wedding-also how did this happen?-"

"Cut to the chase!" Char snapped, "Do you have proof? or do I need to let my sister do as she pleases."

"Sister? She's not..."

"Get on with it!" Barb snapped.

"Okay!"

John continues to pull out pictures of him and his brothers form inside of his vest coat. (the dude has clay's underwear memorialized, pictures in his pocket isn't far off). Char reacts poorly to an image of him, he can recognize himself as an infant, in the arms of pink-haired troll that he doesn't known but feels familiar. A migraine comes on and he passes out while trying to process everything. Needless to say this escalated the incident further, and Poppy's screaming for a doctor, John is now fighting the guards only to fail and get taken away at Barb's order, and the crowds are both a mix of mild shock/panic and loving the drama.

Barb is both frantic and on a mission. After ensuring that Char is okay just overwhelmed and unconscious, and that her dad is in safe hands, she goes to confront her new prisoner. She finds John panic pacing around his cell, and he turns to her immediately asking if his brother is okay. Barb growls at him, but says that Char will make a full recovery, and that it was just his condition acting up. John began demanding to know what type of condition his brother has in a panic wondering if his Bitty B had been sick all these years. Barb shoots back that she'll be the one asking the question here, but since it's relevant to what she wants to know, she tells John about how her father found Char half dead with his skull cracked in half. Then she asks, "If you're really Char's older brother, then how could you let something like that happen to him?"

John is stunned to silence, only able to murmur that he thought Bitty B was safe, with their grandmother. Barb told him he was wrong, and then asks why he's even here, as you can't just jump into someone's life after twenty years, family or not. It's too late. John tries to say he came back but the tree was empty and he thought that his people, and family were dead, and only started to believe there was a chance he was alive after hearing about the marriage between a Prince of Rock and the Queen of Pop.

While this is going on, Char wakes up to Poppy at his bedside, they mourn their wedding for a moment, before contemplating he stranger. Against Doctor's orders He and Poppy travel to John's cell just as the stranger is telling Barb about Floyd.

With the possibility of a second brother out there, one who's actually endanger, Char agreed to help John, even if he doesn't remember. Poppy and Barb join the ride, simply becasue they were not going to let their fiance/brother go on this journey alone.

The journey to find the other Brozone members goes on, only this time John is constantly trying to get Char to remember in between stops. To the point that it's getting on everyone nerves. But Poppy enjoys the baby pictures.

When they find Bruce, he is crushed when Char doesn't recognize him either, and when John explains why Char doesn't have any memory of them. He's a little intimidated by Barb, but she softens we she sees her just how much anarchy her little niece and nephews can cause. During the practice performance, Char has some trouble keeping up with a seemingly unknown song and style. But muscle memory kicks in, and eventually, Char singing every notes and dancing every step. Poppy finds it cute, Barb finds the sudden shift creepy, John sees it as hope that he can get his baby brother back, Char is freaked out and now fighting migraine induced nausea. Barb offers to play for him, and Char agrees wanting to play with her.

Bruce joins forces with John on trying to further jog Char' memory, but he respects when Char tries to up boundries...mostly...Barb makes sure they back off fully when she sees them go too far.

Finding Clay is relatively similar. Clay gets shoved off of Char by Barb once he starts messing with his baby brother's face. Clay is also heart-broken by the news of Char' head wound. Barb is worried about how these trolls have lived with so much paranoia. Poppy is shocked about Viva, and Char just goes "We really need to have a sit down discussion with your dad about secrets."

When Viva mentions weddings, Poppy starts talking about, she almost just got married and if John hadn't crashed the ceremony. Bruce starts to scold John about how uncool that was. Viva asks about her fiance, and Poppy just points over to Char. Clay and Bruce's jaws drop, as they hadn't been told that yet. Bruce just said we would've missed their baby brother's wedding, and John chimed in saying doesn't that mean him crashing it was a good thing, they can all attend the re-do.

Viva wants to the all the details of the love story, and is thrilled to be becoming Clay's family. Poppy explains the nature of their arranged marriage, and how they grew to look forward to their future. Their siblings (minus barb) are disturbed by the arrangement, feeling like all should have a choice about love. Char shuts that down hard, saying that at first they were doing their duty to their peoples as Queen and Prince, but it evolved into something more, and their fine with the situation, happy with it even. And that Clay and Viva should at least understand that as leaders of the putt-putts.

When Viva tries to stop them from leaving, Char also tries to reason with her, saying that he was scared as a child, but once he learned to protect himself he didn't feel as scared. Viva calls him crazy, you can't protect yourself out there with all the giants. Barb backs him up, saying that with power cords, the Rock trolls had managed to survive out in the volcanic wastes for generations. Viva still isn't convinced and locks the door to the outside. Char takes the situation into his own hands and pulls out his guitar, then blows away the door with a singular power cord. The others book it out the golf course, Clay apologizes to Viva before joining to the others to save Floyd.

Little do they know, that this time Viva sneaks aboard the back of Rhonda. Three steps away from a panic attack, but she needs to know more about those weapons the Rock siblings carry, (that or maybe I'll pull in bridget and gristle again like in canon, I haven't decided yet).

The dress rehearsal is a much bigger mess from the start. Char refuses to wear a flipping dipper, one because he's an adult and two why does it matter what he's wearing? This is a rescue mission not a performance. John Dory tries to push it, but eventually gives up, so they can focus on practicing. The nit-picking gets to both him and barb much faster, and they have enough of it. Barb goes off, telling John that his micromanaging is ruining any chances of harmony. John defends himself saying that they need to get this right, and that this is what almost worked last time.

Char says, "yeah last time, which was twenty years ago, what worked then won't work now we aren't the same people!"

"Look Bitty B-" John said.

"Stop calling him that!" Barb jumps in, "It's not his name. It hasn't been for years, and he hasn't told you can call him that!"

"She's right-" Bruce tried to say.

"Oh shut up, the rest of you are just as guilty!" barb said, "You've been treating him like you did twenty years ago, not the way he deserves now."

"Okay, look Barb this really isn't any of your business," John said.

"And why not?" Char said.

"Branch look this is family matter-"

"Barb is my sister! She is family..."

"Well not technically-"

"She's more of a sister to me then you a brother! I don't know you! I don't recognize you! I don't remember you! You might as well have never been there! You weren't there when my head was cracked open! you weren't there when I got my first guitar! My birthdays! my coronation!...Why...Why weren't you there?"

"Branch..."

"No this is why, isn't it? If we were such a great band, then why did we fall apart? Why was I alone by the time our grandmother died? It's because the fighting like this never stopped did it? You were so focused on the perfect that you forgot the second part of the harmony. Family. Everyone couldn't stand it...then you all abandoned me...that's why I was alone..."

"Branch?"

"I remember..."

"You! you remember?!"

"I remember that night! The night where you all bailed on me! You left me in the care of our grandmother inside of Bergen run town where death was literally at our door step! You left me to die!"

"Yeah yeah we did! I did!" John snapped, "And i'm sorry, but don't worry we just have to get through this one show and we never have to see each other again!"

"Wait wait!" Barb jumped back in, "So, let me get this straight. You abandoned a baby, believed he was dead for what ten twenty years, and then find him again only to re-abandoned after getting use out of him? Pop-squeak you better cover Tiny's ears."

"Okay!" Bruce chimed in, "When you put it like that it's bad, but did you honestly think that's we'd be able to be family again after twenty years?"

"I thought you'd want to set a better example for your kids!" barb said, "Abandon your family great life lesson there!"

The argument spirals out from there...until...

"Shut up!" Char screams, "All of you! You know, some part of me always thought that it was misunderstanding or some accident that I ended up alone...but now I can see that it doesn't matter anymore, because brothers or not we aren't family! Family doesn't abandon each other! Even if you need space or to get away! Family would come back! Or at least check in!...But you all just walked out...Well not this time. This time...I'm leaving you.."

Char, Barb, Poppy and Tiny leave, and decide to go after Floyd on their own, because even if Char wants nothing to with his bio-family anymore, he's not going to leave someone to be tortured. A little breaking an entering later, they find the fourth Brother, and Char actually recognizes him, and Floyd calls out the vest.

Like in canon, they can't get Floyd out in time. They do try to use power cords but they only served to raddle the bottle. Barb makes a note for their engineers to invent some kind of diamond breaking weapons. While hiding the vents they witness the rest of the brothers were now imprisoned, Barb calls them idiots.

Flash forward to the boat battle. Barb and Char, challenge Velvet and Veneer to a music duel. They attack the Twins (I think their twins I might be wrong) with power cords (probably Blondie's "One way or another" Not sure yet) while Viva keeps making a grab for the gems with her stick hands. They get everyone but Floyd out. Then Char says they need to get him out now.

John admits Char was right, and controlling everything wasn't harmony, - Barb cuts in that is great that you realize it but save it for later and skip to the end were out of time - and they will follow his lead.

The guitar changes key, Char and Barb nod, and with a rocking guitar harmony to go with it, the the perfect family harmony is achieved. Velvet and Veneer are arrested. Poppy and Char finally get to kiss, and wonder if the universe will finally let them get married.

Then Floyd collaspes....

______

And there's going to be a part 3 sorry guys... let me not if you have any idea for this one and p3

[herslvtspeaks]

Ice Brady | New Year New Us

Ice Brady x Female! Reader

it's been a long time coming 😩 i been waiting for this one hope yall enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it

Usually you spent New Years with family, but considering you were now in college and nowhere near home you couldn't spend the holiday with them this year. Thus leading you to opt for the next best option spending New Years in your bestfriends dorm.

Overtime you and Ice became friends after learning you both shared the same major. You also were a big fan of hers before you transferred to Uconn the previous spring. Ice would be lying if she said she wasn't a fan of yours herself. Overtime the two of you just grew closer and closer.

You were currently sitting on the floor in the living area of their dorm sandwiched between Ice and Aaliyah. Everyone knew you had a little crush on Ice which is why you weren't surprised when suddenly Kk got cold and made you trade spots with her so she could sit on the couch leaving you next to Ice. You would have protested the swap if Ice didn't practically latch herself onto you and beg you to sit next to her. She was impossible to say no to.

You and the rest of the girls had been so excited to watch the countdown in time square all day leading to all of you cooped up in front of the tv sharing blankets and snacks as you stared intently at the tv. Sitting next to Ice left your stomach in a knot. You were burning up from the inside out and the girl wasn't even doing anything. At some point her head ended up on your shoulder, your breath caught in your throat at the action. You just hoped she didn't notice.

After a while you calmed down and started breathing again. "Hey i'm kinda thirsty" Paige says getting up from the couch. She digs around in the fridge for a second before closing it. "And there's nothing to drink" Ice raises her head from your shoulder. "I could've sworn we just went shopping" she says garnering a kick in the side from Azzi. "I think Y/n and Ice should walk across the street and get us something to drink" Kk suggests. You turn around giving her the meanest mug ever. "Yeah that's a good idea" Aaliyah says agreeing. You look around the room as if these people were mad. "You must be out of your rabid ass-" before you could finish your sentence Ice interrupted you. "We'll go" she says getting up.

You look at her like she's crazy before finally agreeing. "Only because i'm thirsty too" you grumble getting up. The two of you grab your coats, you reluctantly putting your shoes on. It was like 5 minutes until the countdown and you knew the two of you wouldn't make it back in time. "You guys owe us big time" you say before walking out the dorm.

"Wondering why they sent the two of us instead of going themselves" Ice says breaking the silence. "Maybe they hate me or something" you laugh shaking your head. "I doubt that, but if it makes you feel better, i like you more than them" Ice says making you laugh a little more. You both continued to crack jokes until you looked at your phone and realized it was 1 minute until the ball dropped. "I hate that we're missing it" she says looking at the expression on your face. "It's okay, i'm still with my favorite person so i don't mind" you say making her smile.

You both look at the clock on your phone watching as the seconds counted down to the new year. "Happy New Year" you both cheer. Before you had a chance to think she leans in placing a kiss against your lips. You didn't have time to comprehend what was happening but you knew you wanted to kiss her back, so you did. You wrap your arms around her neck pulling her closer as her arms found there way around your waist.

You pull away looking at her. "Whoa" was all you could manage to get out. "I've literally waited so long to do that" she says. "You kissed me" you nearly screamed. "And you kissed me back" she responds laughing. You look up at her not knowing what to say. She still had her arms around you, how close the two of you were was causing that feeling in your stomach to return.

You couldn't explain why you were freaking out. Maybe because this was your bestfriend, the first friend you made when you got to Uconn and yes though you had a crush on her you never expected her to return your feelings. "I've literally wanted to kiss you for the longest" she admits. "If i knew you liked me i would've let you kiss me sooner" you mumbled in disbelief. This felt like a fever dream. "Can we kiss again so i know it's real" you ask making her laugh. She places a quick kiss on your lips. "You're so pretty you know that" she must be trying to kill you. You look up at her fighting the urge to take a bite out of her right then and there. "I literally am gonna explode" you say aloud.

She let's go of your waist opting to hold your hand now. You were screaming internally the whole walk back to the dorm. How could you not have noticed she liked you? You realized this whole time you probably were just in denial.

When you made it back to the dorm the girls were not happy to see that you returned empty handed. They chose to ignore the giant smile adorning your face. "You guys make me sick" Azzi says causing the dorm to erupt in laughter. They all assumed what had occurred, it's not like they didn't plan it. They'd been plotting all day to find a way to get this to happpen. "Now i can stop listening to the two of you talk about how much you like the other" Kk rolls her eyes. You look at ice who had yet to let go of your hand. You probably seen her smile more today than in the whole time you've known her.

The rest of the night you and Ice were stuck like glue. When it was time to go to sleep the girls thought they were going to have to surgically remove you from each other. Let's just say this was the best New Year's you'd ever had.

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