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🎄 Tales from Camp Holiday Special 03 🎄

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➮ Junhui × fem!Reader × Vernon wc: 8.1k summary: Vernon gets the call that Y/N is back in town and wants to see him. He asks if she'd like him to invite Jun out with them for dinner at Y/N's hotel and afterwards, they sneak into the hotel's spa, for old times sake. genres/themes/au: angst (but only if you squint really hard), fluff, smut; holiday themes, poly!SVT; non idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, fooling around in a hot tub (just touching), sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga special tags: @kpop-stories-21 join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closes when part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: I fought with myself on giving you two smut scenes with this part as Sky really wanted it but once it got to 8k I was like "it's time to stop" lmao but I really loved working on this and it’s been a great time revisiting this series. Thank you for reading! If you liked this part, please reblog and share it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, angel, kitten, etc.), oral (m receiving, f receiving), anal play (f receiving), double penetration (f receiving), multiple orgasms (m receiving, f receiving), praise kink, dom!Vernon, sub!Reader, power bottom!Jun, and I think I got them all. Let me know if I missed anything!

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The small ding of his phone's notification brought Vernon out of his trance-like state, picking the device up and checking the screen.

Y/N: hey! Long time no talk! Well text lol

Vernon would never admit how embarrassingly fast he unlocked his phone and opened your text. No one but he had to know just how whipped he was for you after all this time.

Vern: hey! Wow yeah it's been a while. How have you been? Y/N: oh thank God. I couldn't remember if you changed your number or not 😭 Y/N: I'm good! Just got in town actually. Visiting for the holidays Vern: lol in all the time we've known each other, have I ever changed my number? Y/N: you make a valid point lol Vern: so what's up? Y/N: oh! i was actually wondering if you'd like to meet up for coffee Y/N: maybe catch up?

The smile that spread across his face was enough of an answer for him as he typed out a response.

Vern: I'd love to (:

Vernon wasn't one to beat around the bush, preferring to be direct in his approach to virtually everything. His personal life, work, everything. If he wasn't direct, then things often got misinterpreted. Luckily for him, you were just as direct as he was, not playing coy as you led him into your hotel suite, a smirk on your lips.

“Fuck,” Vernon hissed as you pulled at his belt, undoing it with practiced ease before fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. You’d agreed to meet up for coffee but both of you knew deep down there would be more to it than just two people getting coffee. This was always the catching up part.

“What was in that cappuccino?” Vernon joked as you lowered yourself to your knees, tugging his underwear down with his jeans as you looked up at him. “Nothing,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye as your hands worked up his thighs, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Could have fooled me,” he murmured, letting out an expletive as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. “You probably asked for some kind of aphrodisiac,” he joked, letting out a moan as you took him further into your mouth before pulling off of him. “No aphrodisiac needed,” you replied.

“You’re enough of one alone.”

He had indeed met up with you for coffee. That wasn't some code for come to my hotel and fuck my brains out. There was a coffee shop, you both had ordered something to drink and even split a muffin. Banana nut, if he remembered correctly but he honestly couldn't be bothered when he was buried balls deep in your cunt.

"Fuck, I missed this," he groaned, hips hitting your ass as he sank his cock in your cunt repeatedly. "Miss you."

Vernon was also never one to tiptoe around his feelings. Especially when it came to you. He'd always been direct and forthcoming; a trait you appreciated tremendously. Vernon was unlike most men, actually in touch with his emotions and able to communicate them efficiently and in a mature manner.

And if you were being completely honest, Vernon was everything you wanted in a man. He was kind, honest, hard-working, communicated with clear and concise intent, all while being the perfect blend of mature with some child-like qualities you found endearing.

The only downside was the distance.

Your work kept you away from your hometown most of the year, only allowing you a chance to come back during holidays. And each time, you always ended up back in bed with Vernon. While the split was amicable, as you both were heading in different directions with your lives, there was this undeniable pull between the two of you, even with the distance between you.

It always left a small glimmer of hope for both of you that maybe you could always reconcile. Maybe even get back together at some point. Something the two of you were on board with. It’d been discussed several times and you were waiting for some catalyst to seal the deal.

You lost track of time spent in bed, clothes strewn around the hotel room. You were sure at some point you’d fallen asleep but it was still daylight when you opened your eyes, head resting against Vernon’s chest as his fingers traced a pattern up and down your exposed back. “When do you leave?” he asked softly as you came to.

“After the holiday,” you replied just as quietly. Vernon said nothing, nodding in response before looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I miss you when you’re gone,” he murmured against your skin. You turned your head to look up at him. “I miss you, too,” you replied, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t full of need or want but it was full of emotion.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you muttered, bumping your nose against his gently. Vernon nodded, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll join you in a second.”

You got up, pulled the sheets back and got out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom and turned on the light before turning the dial and the shower blasting to life.

Vernon heard his phone on the nightstand vibrate loudly. He rolled over to grab it and unlocked the screen to find he had a slew of texts from Jun of all people.

Jun: check this out Jun: [image6480.jpg] Jun: why would someone willingly buy a license plate like that??? Jun: lmao Jun: bro? U good? Jun: where are u? Jun: omg are u dead? Jun: rip Vern 💀

Vernon rolled his eyes as he sent back a quick text confirming he was indeed alive and that he’d message Jun later. He looked up as you appeared in a robe and walked over to a toiletry bag. “You done already?” he asked, brows raising up. You turned to look at him. ��No, I forgot my hair mask,” you replied, pulling a small jar from the bag.

“Oh perfect,” Vernon said, pulling back the sheets, setting his phone back on the nightstand, and standing up. “I’ll join you.”

Vernon followed you into the bathroom, pulling you against him as you shed the robe and making you giggle as he kissed your shoulder. You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the stream, Vernon following you and pulling the curtain shut.

“You’re never going to guess who texted me,” he announced as you started to scrub your body and exfoliate. “Hmm?” you hummed, adding body wash to your wash cloth and starting to scrub that all over your body, Vernon helping get your back. “Jun,” he said and you let out a laugh.

“No shit?” you asked, turning to look at him, letting the stream of hot water hit your back and lightly slapping his chest with the wet wash rag. He nodded, smiling at you. “Think we should invite him to dinner?” he asked as he guided you further under the stream.

“We could,” you replied, arms snaking around his neck. “I think he’d really like to see you,” Vernon added, leaning in, his lips ghosting over yours. “Only if you’re okay with it,” you replied, lips brushing against his. Vernon nodded with a soft hum. “I’m fine with it,” he murmured.

“I think it could be fun.”

The rest of the shower passed quickly and soon you were stepping out of the shower to start drying off. You pulled on your robe, passing the other one to Vernon. While you worked on your skincare routine, Vernon headed back into the room, grabbing his phone to finally text Jun back.

Jun: he lives! Yay 🥳 Vernon: hey, you busy later? Jun: 🤨…no. Why? Vernon: wanna grab some dinner? Jun: 👀 u buyin? Vernon: 😮‍💨 yes Jun: 🤔 hmmm. I guess I can call off the orgy Jun: but you better have a good reason 😒 Vernon: it’s a surprise but I promise you’re going to love it Jun: free food and a gift? From Vernon? Sign me tf up Jun: text me the location and time and I’ll be there Vernon: bet

Vernon looked up as you entered the room. “Jun’s in,” he announced. You looked over at him. “Did you tell him I’m going to be there?” you asked as you walked over to your suitcase to pull out a suitable outfit. Vernon shook his head, setting his phone back down, placing it on a built-in charging pad.

“Nope,” he replied. “Told him it’s a surprise.”

You chuckled as you tore through your suitcase. “Maybe I should really dress up then,” you muttered, placing your clothes back and walking back towards the bathroom. Vernon heard the opening of a door and a moment later, it clicked shut and you walked back into view, holding a hanger with a garment bag.

“I brought two of these. I couldn’t decide on which one to wear to a family holiday party but I think this would be perfect for dinner tonight with you and Jun.”

Vernon watched as you unzipped the bag and pulled it back to show him the dress. His eyes widened as he looked at it. “You were going to wear that to a family holiday party?” he asked, stunned. You laughed at his response. “Not exactly. I brought it just in case the other wasn’t right but seeing your reaction, I’m definitely wearing this tonight instead.”

Vernon checked his phone and sighed. “I need to run home and change as well,” he announced, getting up and untying the robe to start pulling on his clothes. You walked over as he pulled his jeans on and leaned into him, pulling him into a kiss. “Do you have to go?” you asked softly.

Vernon chuckled, pulling you into another kiss. “If you’re wearing that tonight, there’s no way I can show up in jeans,” he replied, pulling back to pull his shirt and then hoodie back on before pulling on his socks and making his way over to the door.

You followed, zipping up your garment bag and hanging the dress up in the closet by the door as Vernon pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. He turned to you at the door and pulled you against him once more. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he said softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“You better,” you replied in between kisses. “Bring your swimsuit,” you added. Vernon looked at you with a raised brow. “My swimsuit?” he asked curiously. You nodded, a smirk forming on your lips and another mischievous glint in your eye.

“And tell Jun to bring his, too.”

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Jun pulled up to the valet, checking his phone to make sure he’d arrived at the correct location. His GPS told him he’d arrived and he parked his car, turning it off and grabbing the device and his wallet from the cup holder as he opened the door.

He stood up straight, handing his key to the valet and thanking him as he walked around the car, buttoning his suit jacket and pocketing his phone and wallet as he made his way to the lobby entrance. The hotel was one of the best in the city and he’d never actually stayed here before.

The lobby entrance was one of the grandest he’d ever seen. The room was large, circular in shape with a massive chandelier that hung from the ceiling and reached almost to the floor. It was a massive fixture and gave off a soft white glow. To the right of the lobby was a wide hallway that led to what Jun assumed were various ballrooms and conference rooms.

To the right was a small cafe area as well as a backlit sign that read l’Abaque over an open doorway. Jun made his way through the busy lobby and over to the doorway. Stepping through it felt like stepping into a completely different world and he would have never known this was attached to a hotel if he hadn’t just entered through the lobby of one.

The restaurant was much larger than he expected for a hotel restaurant and it would seem almost every table was occupied. The host at the stand looked up from the podium and greeted him with a surprisingly warm smile. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“I’m meeting someone,” Jun replied. “I believe he’s already here.” The host smiled and opened a black leather book with gold lettering on the cover that read Siège Réservé. “What’s the name for your party?” the host asked and Jun froze. “Uhh, I think it’s under Vernon? Or perhaps Choi?” Jun answered.

“He’s with me,” a voice said suddenly, causing both Jun and the host to look up. “Ahh, of course, sir,” the host said with a smile. “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Vernon said to Jun who shook his head. “I just got here,” he answered. They walked away from the host stand and through the restaurant.

“This place is pretty swanky,” Jun murmured, looking around as he followed his friend. “You have no idea,” Vernon murmured with an amused tone as he led the way.

The restaurant was even larger than Jun previously thought as he followed Vernon through it. Round tables of varying sizes were placed strategically throughout the room, each one covered with a white cloth, decorative centerpieces with tall glass containers held floating tealights.

Small flower arrangements stood around the candles. The chairs were high back with white upholstery and dark wooden legs. The walls were black and textured, one wall with a grid like light fixture, the lighting coming from behind the art piece.

A long bar stood on the back wall extending from the outside wall lined with windows, each one half shaded. The bar ran along the wall, stopping at a hallway Jun assumed led to the kitchen and back area for the restaurant. He followed along as Vernon led the way towards the hall, stopping at a door and turning to look at him.

“Don’t freak out,” he pleaded, making the older man even more confused as Vernon pulled the sliding door open and allowed Jun to enter first.

Inside was a small private dining room with a table to seat four. It was a square table rather than a round one like the ones outside but it too had a white cloth and matching chairs. The center of the table had the same center piece as the tables outside with the floating candles and flowers.

The lighting overhead was subtle to add to the ambiance of the restaurant. The walls were the same black textured ones as the rest of the restaurant. Jun’s eyes fell on another person sitting at the table, a crystal glass of water in their hand and a look of amusement on their face as they met his gaze.

Jun looked back at Vernon who just smiled at him as he slid the door shut behind him. Jun turned back to look at the person in front of him. “It’s been a long time, Y/N,” he said, moving to take a seat beside you, Vernon moving to take the seat across from him. “It’s good to see you,” you replied.

It was the last thing Jun expected as you learned over drinks. He’d been expecting to meet just Vernon but he couldn’t deny this was probably the best surprise he could have gotten. The food and drinks kept coming and Jun couldn’t fully focus on the food as good as it was. He was too engrossed in his conversation with you, learning what you’d been up to and where your job had taken you.

“I’m honestly jealous,” he said as you took a sip of wine. “Jealous?” you asked incredulously. “Don’t be,” you replied. “It’s not everything it’s cracked up to be.” Jun scoffed as he leaned back against his chair. “I’ve never even been to Europe,” he continued. “I’m not saying don’t go,” you replied.

“Just stay away from the tourist traps. Paris is full of them. The countryside outside of Paris is honestly so beautiful though,” you continued. “And Tuscany. Absolutely stunning.”

You recounted your tales of food, wine, and champagne, as well as business to them, telling them of the time your co-worker got so drunk at a wine tasting event that you were sure the deal you were supposed to be sealing would go south but thankfully the client thought it was so funny he wanted to go into business immediately.

As the meal wound to a close and dessert was brought, you listened to Jun tell you all about his travels between China and your hometown. He’d gone to Shanghai for a holiday and pulled out his phone to show you pictures while Vernon watched the two of you closely, a fond smile on his face.

The sliding door opened and he looked up as the server came in with the bill. Vernon thanked them, taking the slip of paper to glance at it briefly before pulling his card from his wallet and passing it back to the server. He picked up his glass and down the remainder of his drink as you laughed over something Jun had said.

“So,” he interrupted, making the both of you look up at him. “More drinks or should we move this elsewhere?” he asked, giving you a knowing look. “I’m good on drinks,” you said, looking up at Jun who nodded. “You brought your swimsuit, right?” you asked. Jun nodded as he looked between you and Vernon. “It’s in my car,” he replied.

“Well, go get them,” Vernon said as the server returned with his card and slip. Vernon signed the slip, leaving a generous tip as Jun got to his feet. You grabbed his glass of wine and down the rest of it before getting up as well. “We’ll meet you in the lobby,” you said to Jun as Vernon got to his feet as well.

Jun disappeared and you waited for Vernon, taking his arm when he offered it. The two of you walked through the restaurant, thanking the host who wished you a good night. In the lobby, Vernon led you over to the center where the cascading light fixture hung from the ceiling, guiding you to sit down on one of the round couches that surrounded the chandelier.

Moments later, Jun reappeared through the revolving door, a small overnight bag in his hand. He noticed the two of you and finally allowed himself to take in your appearance in the brighter lights of the hotel lobby. He hadn’t noticed due to the dim lighting in the restaurant and the table hiding half of your body, but you were wearing a metallic gold dress with a split thigh.

The back was strappy, tied just above the small of your back. He felt his pants tighten as his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d never expected such a revealing dress but it looked incredible on you, the gold complimenting your skin and hugging your body nicely.

He joined the two of you, trying to avoid letting his eyes wander your body as you stood. “The pool area is open for another hour,” you announced. “So let’s get changed quickly and go for a dip.” Vernon checked his watch and nodded before looking at Jun. “Sounds good to me,” Jun added.

He followed your lead to the elevator, trying to keep his eyes off you as you scanned your keycard and pushed the button for the seventeenth floor. The elevator ride up was uneventful and quiet. As soon as the doors opened, you stepped off, leading both of them to your room.

You unlocked the door with your card and opened it, letting both Vernon and Jun follow you in. “I’m going to change in the bathroom,” you announced, setting your key and small clutch on the table near the door before walking into the room and over to what Jun assumed was your suitcase.

You disappeared into the bathroom and Jun walked further into the room, inspecting it. The curtains were open but the sheers pulled closed. He pulled back the thin white material to peer out the window at the city below, the lights shimmering like stars. “This is a really nice room,” Jun said, turning to look at Vernon who had started to undress, currently undoing the buttons of his sleeves.

“It’s her last work trip,” Vernon replied as he undid the buttons and moved to start unbuttoning the shirt. “She’s moving companies,” he continued. “She’s moving back here.” Jun stared at Vernon, his thoughts moving a mile a minute. “Are you planning on wearing your suit to the pool?” Vernon asked suddenly.

Jun shook his head and quickly started to strip. He just managed to pull on his swim shorts when the bathroom door opened and you reappeared in a sheer black swim cover. Underneath you wore a metallic gold bikini. ‘Shit,’ Jun mentally cursed, tearing his gaze from you.

“You ready?” you asked, looking at the two of them. Vernon nodded, grabbing a tee shirt from a bag sitting on the floor against the wall. It was then that Jun realized that the bag had already been there. He hadn’t seen Vernon carry it in. Vernon had already been in this hotel room.

‘Of course he has,’ Jun told himself as he walked over to where you stood, forcing a smile as you handed him a towel. ‘He’s the on and off again boyfriend. Not you.’ Jun was pulled from his thoughts as you slipped on a pair of slides and grabbed your room key.

The walk back to the elevator was silent as was the wait for it to arrive. Upon stepping onto the lift, Jun expected the pool to be on the floor level of the hotel but was surprised when instead of pressing the button with the star, you scanned your card and pressed the button for the nineteenth floor.

Upon arriving, Jun was surprised to see this entire floor seemed to be dedicated to facilities. There was a singular hallway from the elevator. On one side was the gym, frosted glass windows and a clear glass door peering into the small gym.

Across the hall from the gym were two rooms. One was the laundry facility and the one next to it was a sort of business room with computers, a couple fax machines and copiers as well as printers. You continued to the end of the hall where a frosted glass door stood with an electronic card reader. You tapped your keycard against it, waiting for it to beep and blink green before you pulled the door open.

Inside was the pool area. It was split into two areas; an indoor and an outdoor area. The outdoor area was separated by a wall of glass windows and a glass door leading from the indoor area. The outdoor pool was larger with more lounge chairs around the deck. To the left of the pool the deck was larger with a few small bistro style tables.

The indoor pool was a decent size, still smaller than the outdoor one and rectangular in shape. There were a few lounge chairs placed around the pool. To the left of the pool in the corner was a large spa, big enough for eight people at once.

Jun noticed that despite the busy lobby downstairs, the pool was entirely empty. He followed you and Vernon as you selected a chair near the hot tub to set your things on, slipping off your sandals and pulling the black sheer cover off and setting it on the chair.

“This isn’t open for much longer,” you said, addressing them both. “I’m getting in the tub.” You didn’t wait for them to answer and headed to the hot tub, checking the controls on the wall and pressing a series of buttons. Jun watched as the hot tub bubbled to life and you descended the steps into it carefully. Vernon pulled his shirt off and walked over to join you.

Now Jun had no choice but to join the three of you in the hot tub instead of the pool. You settled against the seat, letting out a sigh as you soaked in the warmth of the water. Vernon sat next to you and Jun moved to sit on your other side. The bubbles mixed with the hot water felt nice and Jun allowed himself to relax.

Silence fell over the three of you but Jun couldn’t help himself, throwing a glance at the pool before letting out a chuckle. You opened your eyes to look at him. “What’s that?” you asked, Vernon opening an eye to look at Jun who shook his head.

“Just old memories,” Jun replied, turning his head to look at you. A smile crossed your face as realization set in. “Have you snuck into any more pools?” you asked softly. Jun shook his head, glancing at Vernon who had closed both eyes again and was relaxing silently.

“So, suffice it to say you’ve never fooled around in a hot tub either?”

Jun shook his head with a snort. “No,” he replied. “Not like I really have anyone to fool around with.”

The words came out before he could stop himself and he mentally scolded himself for it. For being vulnerable for a moment. It’s not like you cared. At least, he didn’t think you did. You surprised him, one of your hands moving to card through his hair. “Not even once?” you asked softly, leaning into his side.

He could feel your chest pressing into his arm and he allowed himself to be delusional for a moment and that you were doing it on purpose before he shoved that thought from his mind. ‘There’s no way. She has Vernon. Why would she want you?’

Jun’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt your hand brush against his knee. He glanced down but saw nothing due to the bubbling water and glanced back up to meet your gaze. You were looking at him, eyes scanning his face and seemingly gauging his reaction. Your hand slid up his thigh from his knee, pausing as you took in his reaction.

Jun’s eyes flickered over to Vernon who was still relaxing with his eyes shut. ‘Should I stop her?’ Jun wondered. ‘Would Vernon be pissed?’ Jun looked back at you as your hand slid up further, fingers brushing the edge of his swim shorts. Part of him wanted to stop you but part of him wanted you to keep going. He was conflicted on which part to let win.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low. It was meant to be a warning. He glanced at Vernon again and you chuckled softly. “Why do you think he invited you to come out with us, Jun?” you asked, drawing his attention. “Why do you think I asked him to tell you to bring your swimsuit?” you continued.

Jun’s heart skipped a beat. ‘This was all her idea?’

As if reading his mind, you smiled and nodded. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen one another,” you added. “Vernon isn’t the only one I’ve missed.” Jun felt your fingers squeeze his thigh as you moved your hand over the thin material of his swimsuit.

Vernon had finally opened his eyes and sat up, glancing at the door to the pool area. Jun was about to ask him if this was okay and if he was okay with this when your hand moved further up Jun’s leg and ghosted over his growing erection.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” he hissed, grabbing your wrist but you pulled from his grip, placing your palm over his crotch.

“You are literally insane,” Jun gasped as your hand made contact with him over his swim trunks. “She’s insane,” he repeated to Vernon who shook his head, merely smiling. “What is it with you and bodies of water?” Jun asked as you leaned closer. “It’s not bodies of water,” you replied, lips inches from his.

“It’s the thrill of doing something we’re not supposed to,” you clarified. Jun’s eyes flickered between yours before you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his. Immediately, he melted into you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

“As fun as it would be,” Vernon said softly. “We will get in trouble. They’re coming to close the pool area now and kick us out,” he added. You pulled back with a whine and sat back down. “Fine,” you murmured, getting up and climbing out of the hot tub.

Vernon followed, grabbing a towel before gesturing for Jun to get out. “I can’t,” he hissed. “She’s a tease!” Vernon rolled his eyes and grabbed another towel. “Get out,” he said, holding it up. Your back was turned as Jun quickly got out, wrapping the towel around his waist to hide the obvious erection.

The door opened and the desk manager smiled as she stepped into the room. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a cheerful tone. “I have to close the pool area now,” she added. You nodded with a smile. “It’s okay,” you replied. “Thank you for leaving it open a little longer,” you added as you passed her.

The walk back to the elevator didn’t take long and soon the three of you were heading back up to your floor. Once inside your suite, you were on Jun in a second, taking him by surprise as Vernon took the towels and threw them into the bathroom. Jun stumbled backwards into the room as you pulled the towel off him, tossing it to the floor where Vernon collected it.

“You’re much bolder than I remember,” Jun said as you lowered yourself to your knees, pulling his wet swim shorts down his thighs.

“And you’re much bigger than I remember,” you said with a smirk, sliding a hand up his thigh to take him in your hand. Jun let out a hiss at the contact. “Shit,” he groaned as you gave the head a light lick, chuckling more to yourself than to him, slowly stroking him.

“Was she always this good at this?” Jun hissed at Vernon who chuckled as he moved to sit on the bed behind the two of you. “She’s tenacious,” Vernon answered as you continued to work Jun up with your hand. “She didn’t go down on you before?” he asked.

Jun turned his head to glance at his friend before shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “That was you,” he added. Vernon’s lips twitched as he fought the urge to smirk. “Oh,” he simply responded. “Then you’re in for a treat.” Before Jun could say anything, you had opened your mouth, taking him past your lips, feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Oh holy shit,” he gasped as you started moving your head, bobbing quickly as you held your hand still at the base of his length. “Slow down, Y/N,” he hissed, trying to hold your head in place but failing as you gagged around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed as he stumbled backwards, trying to prolong the inevitable. You followed on your knees as he fell back onto the bed, kneeling between his legs and taking him back in your mouth again. “You weren’t kidding,” Jun groaned. “She’s tenacious.”

You sank further onto Jun’s cock, gagging as it hit the back of your throat. You ignored your body’s response and took him further until you could feel the tip in your throat. “Fffuuuuck,” Jun let out a low groan, cock twitching in your mouth before without warning, his release spilled down your throat.

You swallowed it all before pulling him from your mouth and grinning up at him. “What was that? A minute tops?” you asked. Jun groaned, falling onto his back on the mattress as Vernon chuckled. “Give me a minute,” Jun whined, waving his hand. You tucked his softening dick back in his swim trunks and turned to look at Vernon who beckoned you over.

You crawled around the corner of the bed, stopping before Vernon who reached down, taking your chin gently in his hand. “She’s good with her mouth, isn’t she?” he asked, more to Jun who murmured in agreement as he tried to come back to his senses. “And normally, I wouldn’t turn down the chance to have that pretty mouth on me,” he continued. “But you’ve been so good and you were so nice to Jun. You deserve a reward yourself. How about it, kitten?”

You nodded wordlessly, knowing if Vernon was going to reward you it was going to be with his mouth.

“On the bed,” he ordered. You moved quickly, climbing onto the bed and waiting for further instructions. “Lay back,” Vernon said as he stood up, turning to face you. Laying back against the pillows, you watched as Vernon slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you.

You said nothing, instead watching as he hovered over you. You knew better than to move before he told you to. Finally, you let out a sigh as Vernon slowly kissed down your neck, stopping at your chest. He glanced up quickly, fingers working to undo the tie of your bikini. He pulled the thin piece of fabric off your body, tossing it somewhere in the room.

The cool air of the room hit your damp skin and you could feel bumps rising on your skin as a shiver traveled up your spine. Vernon leaned in, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it as one of his hands moved around your back, holding your body against him.

You let out a hiss as he pulled back and blew gently on your skin, another shiver running up your spine and more goosebumps erupted all over your skin. Vernon repeated the same thing on the other breast, chuckling as you whined. You wanted more. You needed more.

You felt his lips make their way down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His fingers made quick work of your swim bottoms, untying one side and pulling the fabric back to expose your heat to him. He wasted no time, burying his face between your thighs, his tongue finding your clit with ease.

Jun had finally managed to come down from his climax and sat up, turning to look back at the two of you. “I’m starting to feel neglected,” he whined. Vernon surfaced for a moment to speak. “You had your dick in her throat, let me spoil her for a moment,” he retorted.

Jun grumbled to himself, watching Vernon kiss, lick, suck, and tease parts of you Jun hadn’t seen since that night in the pool. He wanted to be a little selfish but he waited, as much as he didn’t want to. “You can still touch me,” you murmured, making Jun look up and meet your gaze.

“I can?” he asked with an amused tone, glancing at Vernon. “He seems to be calling the shots.” You shook your head. “He can tell me what to do, but he can’t tell you what to do. Only I get to do that.” Jun chuckled to himself before scooting closer to you. “Is that so?” he asked softly. You reached up, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

Jun leaned into it, lips parting and groaning when you took control, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He was used to being in control so it was different to let someone else take the reigns though he wasn’t complaining. You felt one of his hands cup your chest, moaning as he slowly kneaded.

Your thighs threatened to close around Vernon’s head but he was better attuned to your body by this point and held them open, continuing to coax you to your first orgasm. As it washed over you, your fingers tightened in Jun’s hair, causing him to groan against your lips as you squealed, feeling Vernon’s teeth lightly graze your clit. The sensation was quickly replaced by his tongue.

Trying to push Vernon’s head away as Jun kept your head in place proved to be a task your hazy brain wasn’t quite equipped for. Vernon finally pulled back, leaving you exposed as he sat back. “Stop for a second,” he ordered. Jun begrudgingly pulled back and you pouted, turning your gaze from him to Vernon. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he instructed, looking directly at you.

You let go of Jun’s hair and moved, pulling yourself up. Jun caught your untied swim bottoms and tossed them to the floor, watching as you did as Vernon asked. “Back to me,” he added, waiting as you got into position. “I want you to tease him but don’t let him cum,” Vernon said, leaning over your back to whisper in your ear. “Just work him up.”

Jun glared at the younger man. “I never should have said anything about edging,” he hissed as you slowly pulled his swim trunks down again, discarding them as well. “What are you going to do?” Jun asked as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard cock.

“She needs to be prepped,” Vernon said simply, moving to your suitcase. “She said she keeps a bottle of lube in here for emergencies,” he continued, unzipping a pocket and finding exactly what he was looking for. “And she brought one, good,” he added. Jun tried to focus on what Vernon was doing but found it difficult as you drew your tongue along the underside of his dick, licking from the base to the tip.

You pulled back, spitting into your hand before starting to spread it along the shaft and stroking him slowly, almost torturously so. Jun groaned, head falling back against the pillows. “Faster, please,” he whined. You merely shook your head. “Not yet,” you murmured.

Jun glanced at Vernon who had returned to the same spot behind you, something smooth and black in his hands. He was spreading a generous amount of lubricant along it and closed the bottle before tossing it aside. He placed one hand on your ass, holding you in place as he moved the black object which Jun discovered was a buttplug towards your hole.

“Deep breath,” Vernon instructed. Jun glanced down as you inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the tip press against you. “And out,” Vernon whispered. As you exhaled, Jun watched the plug disappear little by little. You let out a moan, jaw falling slack as the toy filled you slowly. “That’s it,” he heard Vernon murmur. Once the plug was nestled full, Vernon got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jun heard the faucet run as you resumed stroking him, sticking your tongue out and resting the head of his cock against it. “Fuck,” Jun hissed, feeling himself twitch in your hand. You must have felt it too because your movements slowed, letting the tension exit his body as Vernon returned.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, removing his own swim shorts before he was back on the bed behind you. “Pick a number,” Vernon said to Jun. “Between one and ten.” Jun stared at his friend confused before deciding to play along. Four, he answered. He watched as Vernon produced a small black remote and pressed a button four times.

You let out a whine, your hand around Jun’s cock squeezing him as your head dropped, a moan leaving your lips. “What did you just do?” Jun asked, looking up at Vernon who held up the remote. “The plug,” he simply said. “It’s remote controlled.” Vernon tossed the remote to Jun who caught it and looked down at it. “You’re in charge of it,” Vernon added as he took himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple strokes before lining up with your slit. He pushed the head between your folds, collecting your wetness before slowly sinking his cock into your walls.

Your body tensed up and Jun lowered the vibrations a couple notches, allowing you to relax some as Vernon bottomed out. “You can change the pattern,” Vernon said as he took hold of your hips. “When I tell you to turn it off, don’t hesitate. Just do it.” Jun nodded as you let out a moan, Vernon pulling out and thrusting back into you, setting a steady pace.

“I didn’t say you could stop, angel,” Vernon said and you lifted your head, hand starting to stroke Jun’s length again. “Use your mouth,” he heard Vernon order. You did, taking Jun into your mouth with a moan, the vibration making Jun groan. He pushed the increase button a couple times, taking the intensity back up to four.

“You can fuck her face,” Vernon said suddenly. “Change the pattern,” he added, nodding towards the remote in Jun’s hand. Jun pressed the next button and you moaned loudly. He increased the intensity by two more. “Good,” he heard Vernon grunt. “Leave it there.”

Jun did just that. His free hand stroked the back of your head, gently pushing you down to take more of him in your mouth. “Do as he asks, kitten,” Vernon groaned, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. You let go of Jun’s cock, letting him take control. He guided your movements, your head bobbing on him at his pace. You gagged as he pushed your head down, his cock slipping into your throat.

You held still as long as you could, your lungs starting to burn before you tapped his thigh, silently begging to come up for air. Jun let go of you, watching as you pulled back and coughed, air filling your lungs. Your face was a mess but Jun didn’t care. He still thought you were just as stunning.

Vernon slowed to a stop, pulling from you completely. “Turn it off,” he instructed. Jun pressed the power button and your body visibly relaxed. Jun watched as Vernon slowly removed the plug from your ass, taking it to the bathroom before returning. He took the remote and set it on the bedside table.

“Get moving,” Vernon told you, waiting for you to move. Jun held back a groan as you climbed over him, straddling his lap. “Here,” Jun said, guiding you over his cock, letting out a hiss as you sank down on him, his cock slipping inside your warmth. “Fuck,” he groaned as he bottomed out.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as you started to move almost immediately, lifting your hips to sink back down. Vernon watched you fuck yourself on his friend for a few moments before moving behind you. As you felt his hands on your back, you slowed to a stop.

Vernon gently pushed you over. You leaned into it, pressing your lips against Jun’s muffling a groan as you clenched around him. You felt the tip of Vernon’s cock press against your anus and you gasped. “Relax,” he murmured, his hand on your back rubbing soothingly. You forced your body to relax as he pushed into you. It had been some time since you’d taken him anally and you were glad you decided to bring your plug with you on this trip.

“That’s it, kitten,” you heard him mumble. “Just a bit more.”

You moaned against Jun’s lips as Vernon bottomed out, his cock buried inside you. The feeling was just as incredible, feeling full and having both their cocks twitching inside you as they fought off the urge to cum immediately. As your body relaxed further, Vernon took your hips in his hands, pulling back only to snap forward again.

You let out a groan, breaking the kiss with Jun to bury your face in his neck. “Feels good?” he asked, moving a hand up to stroke your hair. You nodded, whimpering into his neck. “S-so good,” you murmured. “Want m-more.” Jun chuckled, one arm wrapping around your waist.

“Want us both to fuck you, baby?”

You nodded again, whines and moans slipping past your lips. Jun thrusted up into you, making you gasp. He timed his movements, moving asynchronously. You let them take over, your body unable to respond to your brain as moan after moan tumbled past your lips, mixed with expletives.

“She’s getting close,” Jun announced, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. “Good,” Vernon grunted. “I can’t hold back much longer. “M-more,” you whimpered. Vernon pushed Jun’s arm back and pulled your back up against his chest. “What was that?” he asked in your ear. “You want more?”

You nodded, moans, pleas, and curses falling from your mouth.

“I think we can manage that,” Vernon said, nodding towards Jun. “She wants more.”

“So let’s give her more.”

Jun’s hands gripped your waist, fucking up into you as Vernon’s hips snapped against your ass. You felt one of Vernon’s hands make its way down your stomach, fingers finding your clit and drawing quick circles as they both pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Just before you were about to cum, Jun groaned, his own orgasm washing over him as he released inside you.

Your own climax rolled over you as you came with a cry. Vernon managed to coax you through it before he finally tumbled over the edge, his release spilling inside and painting your walls in white thick ropes. His fingers came to a stop and he carefully let you down onto Jun who immediately cupped your cheek.

“You okay?” he asked softly, searching your face as you nodded weakly. “S’tired,” you murmured. Jun let out a breathy laugh as Vernon pulled out and got off the bed. “I’ll run us a shower,” he announced and disappeared in the bathroom. Jun stroked your hair softly, thumb caressing your cheek. “You sure you’re okay?” Jun asked softly. Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a sigh before nodding.

“M’okay,” you replied. Moments later, Vernon appeared. “Come on,” he said with a smile. “You gotta get cleaned up. Jun helped you off him and Vernon took over, assisting you to the bathroom. After a couple minutes, Vernon appeared in a towel. “Go ahead and hop in while the water’s still hot,” he said, moving over to a different bag and pulling out some clothes.

Jun got up and entered the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain and joined you in the shower. He rinsed himself off quickly, helping you clean off the cum that had seeped out and was clinging to the insides of your thighs. He rinsed your skin, stealing a few kisses in between before turning the water off and grabbing a towel for you.

Once you were wrapped up, he grabbed a towel for himself and dried off quickly. Back in the room, Vernon had dressed in a tee and sweats, some of his clothes laid out for Jun as you moved over to your suitcase. Jun dressed as Vernon helped you into something comfortable before you collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

The king size bed was more than enough space for the three of you with Jun taking up the spot next to you with Vernon on the other side. Jun glanced over at his friend as he laid on his side, one hand holding his head up, the other rubbing your back soothingly. “So,” Jun finally said, clearing his throat.

“Is this just a one time thing, well, a two time thing?” he asked. Vernon chuckled and shrugged. You lifted your head slightly. “We could make it a regular thing,” you suggested, your voice disguising a yawn. “Regular like…” Jun trailed off, looking at your sleeping form. “Like a throuple?” Vernon asked.

You nodded. “Why not? I like both of you and I’m moving back to town,” you answered. “Only if you’re both okay with it though,” you added, lifting your head again.

Jun looked up, meeting Vernon’s gaze. Jun was more than okay with this situation but the real question was Vernon okay with it? Jun half expected the younger man to decline but was stunned when Vernon nodded. “I’m down,” he finally answered.

You mumbled a soft “yay” making both Jun and Vernon laugh quietly. “So does that mean you’re our girlfriend or…?” Jun trailed off. You nodded. “Yep,” you answered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“And that means you’re both my boyfriend.”

Jun rolled onto his side, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“So it’s official,” he said. “Girlfriend and boyfriends.” You nodded, turning your head to look at him sleepily.

“How lucky,” you said with a smirk. “I’m just a girl with two boyfriends.”

“I hit the jackpot.”

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kairolee2004 · 11 months

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Vern: Should you really be dressed like that when you have guests over?

Y/N: Should you really be talking to me about fashion when you're dressed like that

Vern: What's wrong with the way I dress?

Y/N: Vague gesturing at all of him

Vern: That's-

Y/N: If you don't shut up I swear to god they'll never stop finding your pieces and your mother won't even ask why

OMG I LOVE THIS LMAO!!!!!

😂😂😂

But I was imagining it going something, more like this-

_____________________

Vern: Wow (y/n) …. You look like a whore-

Y/n: what did you just say?!

Vern: You heard me, “YOU.LOOK.LIKE.A.WHORE.

Y/n: I swear on my fucking god, ima knock the shit out of you!

Vern: Then do it… little girl.

Y/n: OH HELL NO-

Everyone else: WAIT STOP-

*Y/n beats the daylights out of Vern, in the middle of the living room*

~~~~~~~~~

If you want to write it differently, you sure as hell can! I love seeing different writing styles and different scenarios play out! 💗

#bayverse tmnt x reader #mild cursing #idk lmao #have fun #i need sleeeeep #reeeeeeeeee #x reader

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knickynoo · 6 months

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep08 “A Verne by Any Other Name"

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Marty gets slapped by famous novelist Jules Verne and then has a terrible trip back to the Old West, and Verne hangs out with his parents on the night he's going to be born.

Wow, I haven't covered an animated series episode since September since I was so preoccupied with Doctober. I've missed this bonkers little show.

We begin in Paris (it's really interesting how we're hardly ever in the lab anymore this season). Doc is wearing a phenomenal floral-print Hawaiian shirt and talking about how much he loves visiting France.

He's taking a picture of Clara in that first one, btw. She's up in the Eiffel Tower :)

As usual, his trip has a connection to the plot in the cartoon portion of the show, and he leads us into it by mentioning that Marty and Verne once took a trip to France as well...

The cartoon opens up at Hill Valley Elementary school, where Verne is hiding out on the playground, waiting for everyone else to return to their classes before venturing inside. The reason? He's being teased by his classmates because of his name. While sneaking through the empty hallway, he's stopped by Biff Jr. and another classmate who appeared in a past ep but whose name I can't remember.

They call him "Verne the Worm" and "La-Verne," and then try to block his path down the hall.

When Verne gets home later, he immediately announces to his parents that he doesn't like his name. After failing to convince Verne that it's an honor to be named after such a great science fiction writer, Clara whispers to Verne that she wanted to name him after her uncle, but Doc won the coin toss, lol. And I just cannot get over the image of Doc and Clara settling on Verne's name via a coin flip. Ridiculous.

But you know what's more ridiculous?? What else is happening in the scene while Verne is talking to his parents:

That giant yellow thing behind Doc and Verne is CORN ON THE COB. Doc has created "super growth mondo corn." Because. Idk, we're not given a reason. And the thing on the left is a gigantic piece of popcorn that Doc made using just one singular kernel. When he calls to Clara that they're going to need a lot of butter, she drives into the workshop towing an equally large stick of butter.

This show is. It's a lot to process sometimes. Things like this just happen, and I have to go, "Sure, why not?" and keep watching.

Anyway, we cut to a new scene where bad decisions are being made. Verne has recruited Marty's help in dealing with his problem, and the plan is to go back in time and convince Jules Verne to change his own name. Even Marty thinks this is a silly idea, which is saying a lot.

Verne informs Marty that he's crucial to the plan because Marty speaks fluent French. Oohh, that's an interesting little tidbit, right? Except, no it isn't because, as Marty is quick to point out, he doesn't speak French; he's taking a French class. And he's failing it.

Upon arriving in Paris and tracking down where Jules Verne lives, Marty and Verne are very happy to discover that he speaks English. They exchange high-fives.

I have my criticisms of Cartoon Marty, but I do love his relationship with Verne a whole lot. They're such buddies.

Marty's list of friends:

His girlfriend (sometimes. Jen is angry at him a lot in the cartoon)

An old man

An eight-year-old

Posing as "Nerdy Names Anonymous," the boys tell Jules that they can help him pick out a new and cooler name. Verne offers a few suggestions: Hammer, Raphael, and Bart Simpson. To really drill in the point that Jules Verne is a bad name, Verne sings one of the taunting songs he's heard at school. Jules then slaps Marty in the face. When Marty points out that he wasn't the one singing the song, Jules says "A French man does not slap a child." He then slams the door in their faces.

Later on, Jules Verne is enjoying a meal at a cafe. Marty and Verne pose as waiters, and upon him telling them his name, Verne says, "What a doofus name. Why don't you change it?" J.V. responds to this by slapping Marty again. After a final failed attempt later in the evening, Verne decides it's time for Plan B.

The guys are heading to the Old West! Verne's new plan is to go directly to his parents and convince them to pick a different name for their second son.

And look! Look who we see! It's baby Jules!

While Marty goes to hide the DeLorean (he crashes it into some trees) Verne approaches the house. Just as the door opens, one of Doc's inventions goes haywire (because of course it does) and FLINGS Jules OUT OF THE CABIN. Verne manages to catch and save him just in time, and—after giving their thanks—Doc and Clara soon realize that Jules seems to love Verne. They invite their mysterious newcomer into the house.

And like. He introduces himself as Verne, and Doc and Clara don't bat an eye?? They don't even make a passing comment of, "Oh, that's interesting; our son's name is Jules, and we both love Jules Verne."

Anyway, I can't get over baby Jules. He's building a model of the Eiffel Tower. He is an INFANT.

Meanwhile, while all this is going on, Marty is stuck in the DeLorean on top of several very tall trees. His only way to get down is to jump, and after hitting the ground, he falls down an embankment, gets rolled into a giant snowball as he tumbles around, is then approached by an angry bear, and—in his attempt to get away—ends up running right into a tree. Typical day for Marty McFly.

ALSO! I just realized that this scene gives great insight into the amount of snow Hill Valley gets! (featuring Marty: the human snowball)

I'd been wondering how much snow they got. This could be helpful information for a future fic.

Back at the cabin, Clara is telling Verne all about the new baby she's going to have soon. She says the baby will be named Florence if it's a girl or Jehoshaphat (after her uncle) if it's a boy.

Verne is not pleased by this alternative name.

Doc steps in to remind Clara that he wants to name the baby Galileo, which Verne is also horrified to hear.

Doc and Clara then get into a full on fight over their inability to agree on a name, and it ends with Clara shouting, "Get out of my house you big eyebrowed slave to science!" They both then slam lots of doors, and Doc storms out.

??? Huh???? What is happening? Who decided that it was in-character for Doc and Clara to scream at each other like this? I don't like it!!

Clara then goes into labor, and tells Verne that he has to go into town to find the doctor and bring him to the cabin. Verne goes out into the horrific blizzard conditions.

It's up to the top of his head in that first pic. That is like four feet of snow!!

Using some ingenuity, Verne crafts a little snowplow and manages to brave the piles of snow all around. He locates Doc and the doctor, and leads them both back to the cabin.

We also return to Marty, who is continuing to have a great day.

The bear then shakes the tree, and the DeLorean (which is still stuck up there) falls directly onto Marty.

A short while later, Verne has the very odd experience of being at his own birth.

After tentatively asking if they're going to name the baby Jehoshaphat, Clara says that she and Doc have decided to name their new son after a brave young man: Verne.

And with that, Verne is now named after himself.

So. So though Verne was previously named after Jules Verne, his being named Verne now has nothing to do with that.

Verne and Marty (who is remarkably unscathed by his visit back to the Old West) return to the present day, where Verne now has a newfound appreciation for his name. End of cartoon.

Back in Paris with Real Doc, he informs us that he's going to read the entirety of "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" out loud.

Unfortunately, he only gets a few words into the novel before a miniature hot air balloon interrupts his story.

The basket contains a note from Clara, informing Doc that he's out of time, and it's time to end his little science broadcast. He tells us to go check the book out at the local library and sends us off with his phrase that ends every episode, "See you in the future!"

Weird episode. Very weird episode. I don't like how Doc and Clara got so mean with each other and the fact that Doc WALKED OUT on his wife who was mere hours away from giving birth. That is not my Doc and Clara. Wish we could have had a super extended edition of the episode where Christopher Lloyd did read the whole 20,000 Leagues novel to us. That would have been nice, I think.

Also, what was with that gigantic cob of corn from the beginning of the episode?? It never came back into play at any other point. There was zero reason for that scene to happen. Cartoon Doc has problems.

Join me next time as the Brown family gets run out of town because Doc can't stop causing chaos.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf: the animated series

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barikinbear · 1 year

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Some incorrect quotes for the people with all the versions except 2003 because I haven’t seen it

Brace yourselves because there’s going to be a lot and I don’t know how to add a read more. If anyone knows how to do it on the mobile app, please lmk because nothing I can find is helpful.

Bayverse Donnie: my memory is like a steel trap! I’ve never forgotten anything

Bayverse Leo: you forgot me in the Target parking lot two weeks ago

Bayverse Donnie: no, I left you in the Target parking lot two weeks ago. Try again

2k12 Leo: Turtle Bots, roll out!

2k12 Raph: I age ten years every time you speak

Rise April: sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Rise Mikey: no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have used my one phone call to vote on American Idol

Bayverse April: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Bayverse Casey: I wake up at four thirty a.m.

Bayverse April:

Bayverse April: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Vern: my girlfriend and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other’s-

His gf: sentences

Vern: honey, don’t interrupt, it’s rude

‘07 April: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are

‘07 Casey: *sniffles* it’s not a joke. I’m a legit snack

Rise Mikey: do any of you ever want to talk about your emotions?

Everyone: no

2k12 Mikey: I do!

Rise Mikey: I know, Other Me

2k12 Mikey: I’m sad

Rise Mikey: I know, Other Me

Rise Leo: help!! I told Dad I’d cook dinner tonight but I can’t cook!

‘07 Leo, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag ‘87 Leo is holding: and you thought we could help?

Rise Donnie, to Bayverse Leo: hey, how long can a person breath inside a washing machine?

Bayverse Leo:

Bayverse Leo: where’s your Mikey?!

Kidnapper on the phone: we have your genius son

Rise Splinter: oh no, he has you

Kidnapper: wha-?

Rise Splinter: good luck! *hangs up*

Bayverse April: I love you guys, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me

Bayverse Donnie: we’re the best thing that ever happened to you?

Bayverse April: yes!

Bayverse Splinter: I’m starting to feel a little sorry for you

‘07 Splinter: can I be frank with you all?

Rise Leo: sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help

Bayverse Mikey: can I keep my name?

2k12 Casey: shh, let Frank speak

*Rise Mikey is cooking*

Rise April: any chance that’s for me?

Rise Mikey: it’s for Raph. I’m planning on making some bad decisions tonight and I need him on my side

Rise April: wow, I never realized the forethought that goes into being a disappointment

Rise Mikey: oh it’s a full time job

‘07 Leo: I think we’re missing something

‘07 Donnie: teamwork?

‘07 Mikey: cohesion?

‘07 Raph: a general sense of what we’re doing?

Bayverse April: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

‘87 Mikey: and this knife I found!

‘87 Raph: all right, listen up losers! Not you though, Rise Mikey, you’re an angel and I’m so glad you’re here

2k12 Leo: okay, help me please!

Bayverse Raph: got two words for you

2k12 Leo: I bet they won’t be helpful

Bayverse Raph: your problem

2k12 Leo: I was right

‘87 Leo: okay, truth or dare?

Rise Casey: truth

‘87 Leo: how many hours have you slept this week?

Rise Casey:…

Rise Casey: dare

‘87 Leo: go to sleep

Rise Casey: I don’t like this game

Bayverse Donnie: you’re my best friend and the closest thing I have to a sister. I would anything for you

Bayverse April: I want you to eat three full meals a day and have a healthy sleep schedule

Bayverse Donnie: absolutely not

‘07 Raph, standing next to 2k12 Raph: are we in trouble?

Bayverse Leo: take a guess

2k12 Raph: no?

Bayverse Leo: take another guess

2k12 Splinter: my policy is if you see something, speak up

Rise Mikey: I saw a squirrel on the way here! It was being chased by a cat

2k12 Splinter: outstanding! This is what I’m talking about, people

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mongrelmutt · 1 month

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Continuing the Jules Verne kick with "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea"

Under a cut because this is longer than the others:

- This is my least favorite of his books so far. I am falling asleep while reading it.

- The professor calling Conseil his "boy" when Conseil is 30 years old, and only 10 years younger than him 😬😬😬

- *Hisses at Captain Nemo* Bad Vibes

- I'm pretty sure physics doesn't work like this, but I don't know enough to argue. Nor do I care enough to look it up. I am just so bored. Please get to more interesting things.

- Also, lol of course the Victorian dudes would be like "WHALE BODIES MUST BE STRONG AND IMMOVEABLE LIKE MANLY IRON TO DIVE SO DEEP AND NOT BE KILLED!" Wrong! they squish and adjust their innards to adapt to the pressure:

- Trying to suss out what (if any) real sea life is being described when no name is given, just fantastic descriptions.

- Sleeping underwater in scuba gear seems... unwise.

- More 19th century anthropology 😬😬😬

- Yes, yes I understand that the water temperature is invariably 4⁰ wherever and whatever time of the year at depth. You've said that like 8 times already. This had better turn out to be relevant. [Note: not particularly]

- I do not like Ned Lands.

- Shark slander 😭

((Why did the myth that sharks have to turn over to bite things last so long? I remember it from "James and the Giant Peach" as well. I would have thought enough people would have at least seen sharks biting bait at the surface by the 1800s for this to be known false?))

- Man, these guys are a bloodthirsty lot. Every new animal they see they're like "Can I kill it?? Please let me kill it! Let's kill it! 😈 Man, wouldn't you jump at the chance to kill sharks like you do bears and lions??" :/

- At the same time they're afraid of everything, assume it's dangerous, and, if not killed instantly, will retaliate violently in revenge, including a freaking *dugong.*

- Wow, some people at least knew industrial commercial whaling was unsustainable and would result in the whales' extinction even in the late 1800s! Wild that it took almost 100 years to get it (mostly) banned!

- *head desk* Nemo is such a hypocrite (I imagine that may be The Point)

- Ugggghhh the whole "predators are evil, vicious monsters, and we need to slaughter them all without mercy to protect the poor innocent prey animals" attitude still so prevalent today.

- ...wait, those are *sperm whales*?? I thought they meant killer whales at first! Sperm whales don't even eat baleen whales... All that brutal slaughter for nothing :'(

- ... Bonus for an even more uncomfortable use of "voluptuous" than Bram Stoker! Seal eyes are described as "voluptuous" 😆

- Of all the sea creatures to declare harmless Verne chose *elephant seals* 🤦🤣

- YAY THE KRAKEN!! At least these covers haven't lied to me!! :D

- aaaw no, the giant squid didn't play nearly as big a part as advertised *le sigh*

- Ah, the classic "crap I've written my characters into a deadly corner, time to knock out the POV character and have them wake up safe in bed later."

- Why did the Professor talk about Lands like he was dead at the beginning? I can see a few reasons from the author's perspective (varying from "deliberate red herring to increase the suspense" to "oops I forgot dude was originally going to die and didn't correct it") but not from the character's? It's not even like he was reflecting on the matter from decades later, when Ned might have died after the story, they're all still chilling together in Norway waiting for a steamer home?

Lands: Stop telling people I died.

Professor Aronnax: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

- Welp, I did enjoy the sea critters and fun steampunk machines, just not the long rambling bits that seemed to overwhelm the story for me

#my adhd was showing hard with this one #personal #lol #reading #I really need a witty tag for this endeavor

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helenofsimblr · 2 years

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12,13, 14, 17, 18, 20, 21,27 for Kira, Kane, Kyleigh & Arnold (yes Im intreuppting this guys work again he can suck it up or stay mad :P ) & 11 for Kira & Kyleigh sorry for the long ask hehe :D

Wow big ask, thanks hun really enjoyed doing this.

What’s their ideal vacation like?

Kira: right now, Sulani without doubt. I need somewhere warm and relaxing. Sulani is literally it, in a word. One of my new friends was there recently I think doing some calendar photoshoot thing. And Francine's mom moved there to be with some island dude she met like 20 years ago or whatevs.

Kane: I think my ideal vacation is just somewhere with house full of babes.

Kyleigh: My travel options are limited, due to my uh... skin condition and dietary requirements. But basically, going somewhere where the Order of the Sun are not would be fantastic.

Arnold: What?! More of these fuckin' questions? *big sigh* oh fuck me... right, fuck... Vacation. Whatever, I'm a billionaire's son I can go wherever the fuck I like, luxury yacht, luxury jet. It don't matter. Fact is my ideal vacation changes and I can choose whatever I want.

What is/was/will be their college major?

Kira: I didn't get to go to college, on account of a shit childhood *looks at Kyleigh*. I would have liked to go. But now I got to help this dickhead with his club. *thumbs to Kane*

Kane: College is for nerds and jocks. Fuck that.

Arnold: I agree with Kane, fuck that. Besides, I don't like teachers, and I especially don't like it when people give me deadlines or try telling me what to do...

Kyleigh: Well, I didn't go to college but Lyra did, so I guess technically I did too, and I, that is, she, got a degree in Literature.

What’s their favorite book genre, if they enjoy reading at all?

Kira: I don't really do reading. Unless its in the drinks recipe book. I love drinking. Sobriety is overrated

Kane: I wait for the movie or the TV show.

Arnold: Reading is a pursuit for those with no life and no resources either, so they can pretend to be somewhere else or somebody else to escape their drab dreary dull little lives... its quite pathetic really.

Kyleigh: I like some of the classics from days gone by, Id say Jules Verne is my favourite. Bram Stoker's dracula is great, and has a special little meaning for me. Also the book Jaws is good too, the film is good too but the book is great also.

What’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever spent money on?

Kira: Um... probably that fuckin' pressure cooker. I used it like two times and now its just there gathering dust in the apartment.

Kane: A strip club? Does that count?

Arnold: I spend so much money I don't bother to itemize ever little bit. Because, you know, I'm not poor.

Kyleigh: Right now I'd say getting all these tattoos plastered all over me was the most ridiculous thing I've spent money on.

What’s their dream job?

Kira: My dream job, well I wanted to be a doctor of all things. But I doubt I could cut it. I drink, I smoke, I don't like reading, and I'm a bit impatient, all bad things when one wants to be a doctor.

Kane: I am literally living my dream job, right now.

Arnold: I don't work, I pay others. Fuckin' moron!

Kyleigh: I've never had one of my own. Lyra always wanted to be an archaeologist though... I can't say I would want that.

Who’s their go-to person for advice?

Kira: Karlie. No question. Sometimes, Francine, but mostly Karlie. Francine is too... uh, she's not like us.

Kane: I shall quote my cousin Guy for this one: "I talk to myself. Even I need expert advice occasionally."

Arnold: My father, he's the big boss, he knows the fuckin' score. I talk to him.

Kyleigh: I used to go to Lyra but uh... yeah, kind of made a mess of that. I still have Imani. I need to get her round soon for a catchup.

What’s one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

Kira: Erm... I ain't got any secrets. Open book me.

Kane: My lover she is the "smiley killer" so if that got out... I think It'd ruin a lot of things including a relationship.

Arnold: Well, I'm also fucking this other girl called Molly as well as Francine so there's that. Tell anybody about it, and you're fuckin' toast. You get me?

Kyleigh: I had a secret, and I revealed it, and I ruined my relationship with Lyra... So... yeah...

What’s their favorite genre of music?

Kane & Kira: Rock!

Arnold: Fuckin heavy metal man!

Kyleigh: Classical, I play the organ did you know. I love my own musics.

Who’s the most important person in their life?

Kyleigh: Elita is. She's the Chosen One and she's going to do wonderful good things, I know it. She needs me more than anybody.

Kira: Yeah, don't we know that. Elita can do no fucking wrong. Your other kids needed you too mom, but hey, as long as Elita is ok that's all that matters right? So the most important person in my life is my friend Karlie, and followed up by my new friend Adria. They're my bitches and we ride and die together.

#tw swearing #tw bad language

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300 notes tfemeric wow!!

#(wow vern talk)

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castle-dominion · 10 months

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bonus features

martha's master class

lmao I love the way this is made martha my beloved he IS astute! & the son of an actress! "presence & enthusiasm as they undress each other. Oh! There goes the hat!" of course you did, with the hat as a character bomb went off, shoving her lover under the bed to save his life believe you me MARTHA ah yes the timing. I think he was a personal trainer! I'd be proud of him too! Listening & thinking than line count I like Martha is great. *whispers* very hitchcock she is just talking them thru lol. But they totally look like they are filming it from the loft. Maybe during his physio appointments. why wipe it off? I was right! They DID need to be watching him to make sure he was awake & watching! They did this for him... they were up in the middle of the night doing this to give castle the best birthday gift ever for a mystery writer. Tho an escape room would have been fun too. just walking on the phone as people do "should he decide to break in" why didn't he shred it tho? the soda from the cabinet <3 coordinating it with the beckett fridge hint was sooo good they had rehearsals on the day-of!? She has lied before, she IS a good actress sometimes! I want to look in your fridge! I feel like I am being attacked! Oh no! I have a particular talent for telling people what to do & how to do it! I love her sm & am so glad they made that

your home is your castle

desirable real estate? really? it is a thousand dollars biweekly for a closet in someone's bathroom & you only get to sleep there nights because your roommate sleeps there during the day. at least it is not as bad as toronto They are getting an interiot designer to tour the loft. love it.

Alfred. I like this fellow. & vern ofc. get the script first, determine what we will build & what we will not. tracing paper 3d model digitally thankfully materials Building a set is honestly great robbing peter to pay paul, renting vs building vs buying oOH WE GET TO SEE THE MILL

HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT, THEY ARE BUILDING THE SPACESHIP I THINK Damon my man Ah, time constraints. My dad is a carpenter, he has done work for museums & churches, I wonder what it would be like if he made commissions for film. Like that one person in the murdoch mysteries fandom (I think @ha-bloody-ha is the one?) who does some kind of fiber art commissions for the costume department. "build me a sign" in the middle of shooting like bro you just... didn't have that already? ok lol wet paint still on camera lol

Experts in tribeca lol two sisters & a mom in the heart of tribeca near beckett's loft & their cute umbrellas & their very new york accents privacy, eateries, family, celebrity, sounds perfect for kate.

Lol I love their fake skyline Oooh a full tour of her apartment dustjackets fan wiki does not have a map for beckett's apartment so I'll grab a clip I like her art & stuff Alfred understands characters so well MY FATHER & I WOULD TAG TEAM THIS GUY & GIVE HIM A LICKING BECAUSE AS A CHEF & A KITCHEN DESIGNER WE ARE SO MAD. fancy plastic from home depot lol I like her stairs & the books on them Ooh a rooftop garden! She canonically likes to read I like how stana & alfred sat down & chatted. oh, johanna pic... open it up physically ooh so good! the lighting is indeed nice. Ah yes, set ceilings are able to be removed. Nice. She has a dining room? Wow lol. Ah her bedroom is a swing set. They take it down & store it & then if they need it they set it back up. Audio sounds a bit like the portal radio that is her bedroom? No I don't think so I think this is the workshop where they are setting up her bedroom...

Soho new york these pretty ladies! artists, writers, Bachelor & playboy & walking distance to restaurants really pretty tbh. Old fashioned. walking distance 5-10m from where kate lives according to the new york fellows faster on foot than in a taxi, obviously

Love the skylight NF: What I learned about richard castle when I walked in here was that he is incredibly wealthy. Old spectacles, swords, typewriters, weird alphabet golfballs they just hide their lines around the sets lmao open shelves are great for me as an adhder with a lack of object permanence, out of sight out of mind. But that is One Heavy Door considering the shelves are acting as the wall between the office & rest of the house. The kitchen certainly is interesting. Too clean imo just have a cambro under there lol NF: "we've all lived like that" smells like dust lol sfx, perry! My man! Ah, fire issues. Wourder. Jersey lol. it IS a nice staircase! Vern: Is there anything actually up there? Me: well they joked about seamus dever sleeping in castle's bed & jon huertas putting a cot up there to nap between takes... The stairs: *nothing* I too would love to see martha's room! His office is bigger than I thought... is that a door to a balcony? Yeah that picture really messed me up at first, I thought maybe it was a mirror... of course all the walls need to be able to be removed Ooh hoo hoo his bedroom! Oh his fave is the photograph of the subway on the landing Want a hug? Aw so cute!

NF: Idk AM: Well there are several bedrooms... MQ: 15 million SK: Millions for sure. SS: Location location location AM: 3.5, 4 mil? NF: My apartment in new york was smaller than these two rooms combined & I was paying a little over 2k a month in rent... at least 6 million to buy SK: A detective from a family of academics would be able to afford a place like this so whatever those people make MQ: Gosh & I've never lived in new york I'm totally just acting like I know what I'm talking about NF: Becktt's apartment would be... AM: Maybe a million? a little more than that SS: a million three nine five ($1 395 000?) NF: 4.2 million SK: 200k Vern: Interesting guesses

3bed 3bath 5k sq feet in soho for 6mil with all that outdoorspace I'd buy one for myself & for each of my daughters 12mil 200k would get you a storage bin, maybe two, for your coats 2bed home office 1.8k sq feet fabulous details open kitchen exposed brick in the heart of tribeca, closer to 4mil. If there is outdoor space closer to 5mil.

Make your home your castle uwu *steals a book*

Lot Cops Oh no this one. Jon Huertas & Seamus Dever going for "tactical training" but I've seen this one & idk how much of it was scripted but it is insane they are insane I am insane I went insane over this not to mention how insanely funny it is. A recert for tactical effectiveness they say. I am trying SO HARD not to tell the entirety of tumblr how silly & stupid this is like How Much of this was scripted, how much did they say "just play around" how much did they tell the training team? how much were they acting? this feels like an unus annus episode r for restraint that's the only one I'm saying in this liveblog.

Deleted scene singular Are we dating? A couple weeks? Isn't that like,, all the vacation north americans get? Dating, being with, semi-cohabitating, I'll tell you what we're not doing: sleeping she TRIED to have that talk, twice even!

Someone posted these bloopers right? I love all the gibberish but "nine-- ten blocks away" could have stayed too much sex shut thup NO for a sec I thought he was speaking cree lmao "we never swear on this show" *shows a bunch of swearing* Who'd make a movie after a failed scifi series? That guy's gotta but fckn nuts! *serenity* Ok I'll clip the uh, the thing. Not the entire thing even tho it is very funny, just the, you know, the things I always grab from the bloopers.

#castle s5 bonus features #castle s5 outtakes

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Leo with a s/o who doesn’t like being called “Child”

(BAYVERSE)

Hello! Sorry it’s been such a long time since I’ve written something because I’ve got stuff in drafts that I haven’t got the motivation to finish at the moment but decided to quickly write this.

Now this has some background to it and it’s based on me mostly, I had an ex friend who always made fun of me because I was the second youngest in our friend group and I didn’t mind it until some recent drama happened and I have realized that whenever somebody refers to me as a “child” because I’m young I feel like crying and just hiding away because I don’t like having my age compared. I’m fine with stuff like “kiddo” or “Kid” just not Child so I decided to write this to somehow make me feel a little better.

If the other boys get requested I will do this same prompt for them as well :)

- Leo didn’t really notice anything at first, everything seemed normal

- You got along with his family pretty well so that’s a good start, you would help Donnie come up with new inventions, help Raph with his anger issues, help Mikey come up with new art or song ideas, and you were very calm

- Until one day everything went downhill

- Leo knew you have met Casey, April, and Vern before but whenever the word Casey left anyone’s mouth he noticed you felt uncomfortable or tensed like you didn’t like him as much

- So when Casey, April, and Vern can down to the lair one day he wasn’t expecting this interaction to go down:

Leo felt you tense up next to him when he caught sight of the three humans that had walked into his home. You have mentioned that you met them before but whenever a certain police officer that plays hockey was mentioned he could tell you were not comfortable with it.

But why? Well now he’s about to find out.

“Hey guys!” April greeted while being hugged by Mikey.

“What’s going on guys! Wow! y/n didn’t think I’d see you here!” Casey said.

God please don’t, please don’t say it. I’m begging you please don’t fucking say it, I don’t wanna burst out crying in front of them for such a stupid reaso- you thought before you were interrupted.

“Didn’t know someone as young as you is supposed to be hanging around these teenagers. These sewers are not safe for children like you.”

Well that did that for you, you quickly bowed your head and began quietly sobbing. All eyes were on you when this happened until a smack was heard.

“Casey what the fuck!? You know they don’t like that!” April argued.

“They don’t like what?” Leo questioned.

April quickly ordered Vern to cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear what she was saying.

“They don’t like being called a child because it brings up bad memories of a toxic friend. They are fine with stuff like Kiddo or Kid but not just Child.” April explained.

“So that’s why y/n didn’t like when we mentioned Casey, they don’t like it that he calls them that.” Donnie reasoned.

April ordered Leo to take you to his room so you could calm down and that’s exactly what he did. He didn’t force you to talk or anything, he just lays you down on his bed while whispering soothing words your way.

Soon you were asleep and already forgetting about that whole interaction.

#tmnt #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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What Just Happened?

Gif credit @mrsmiawalllace.

You'll be seeing a lot of this gif, since there really isn't much out there of him. Well until I figure out how the hell you work a gif maker. Lol.

First Eyeball Chambers fic, I hope you all enjoy. I really liked writing for Eyeball so you'll be seeing a lot of him. If you dont like him. Block the tags.

Warning: assault, child abuse, attempted sexual assault. Caution when reading.

"What the hell happened, Chambers"? You gasped when you opened the front door. Eyeball was standing on your front porch dripping wet. His face bashed up and he was holding his shoulder.

"I dont want to talk about it. Can I stay here"? His voice trembled but Eyeball wasnt a crier so he gulped down his tears and went on.

You didn't say anything and just held out your hand for him to take. He went to grab it and fell. You let out a scream and knelt beside him. "Rich, you okay"? You cupped his face.

"What happen? Y/N"? Your brother Vern asked as he ran down the stairs. Almost tripping over his own feet.

"Help me get him to the couch". You order Vern. You both grabbed an arm and dragged him to the couch.

"He's going to bleed all over it. Mom's going to kill you". Vern warned shaking his head.

"Go get the first aid kit. Now Vern"! You yelled at him when he stared at Eyeball.

"Rich? Babe"? You rubbed his stomach to get him away.

"What happened"? Eyeball, groaned holding his head.

"You fainted I guess. What happened? Dont go giving me that crap about not wanting to talk. So talk"?

"My dad". Eyeball sighed. This was a regular currency with Eyeball and his dad. Coming over to your house after a big fight. Sometimes he wouldn't even make it over here. He would pass out in his car beforehand. His dad did damage that could never be undone.

"Where's Chris"? Vern asked coming into the livingroom with the first aid kit.

"He was locked in his room when I left. Ow". Eyeball his as you patted his cute eyebrow with a cotton ball.

"What was this fight about"?

"I don't know. I looked at him the wrong way. I breathed. I'm a live. Anything sets that bastard off". Eyeball closed his eyes with a sigh. You nodded for Vern to leave and go to bed.

"I'll get you some aspirin and a beer. Just stay". You rubbed his leg before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

You quickly came back and sat down beside him. Eyeball was sitting up and holding his shoulder.

"Here. He mess up your arm"? You asked handing him the pills.

"Yeah. Threw me against the wall. Then out in the yard". Eyeball gagged a little. He was a tough Cobra but when it came to taking medicine he was a child.

"That asshole. You and Chris cant stay there. It's to dangerous. Next time you might not be so lucky and walk away". You grabbed his hand and held it. Squeezing it tight.

"I know. But we have nowhere to go. No one wants us. No one cares". Eyeball leaned his head on your shoulder.

"I want you. I care about you and Chris. Maybe I can ask mom if she'll let you stay here out in the shed. Vern wouldn't mind. I know Billy would just love to have you around". You laugh. It was like dumb and dumber when they got together.

"I dont think your mom would like having her daughters boyfriend under her roof. Things can happen". Eyeball snickered to himself.

"Like what, Chambers"?

"You getting knocked up". Eyeball smirked.

"That would mean I would have to have sex with you and I told you that isn't happening. So lose the dirty images". You giggle shaking your head.

"That's all I think about". Eyeball sighed a happy sigh, leaning his head back on the couch with a childish grin.

"Wow. I love you". You kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too. Thanks for letting me bleed all over your mom's couch".

"Anytime. We'll go to your house tomorrow and get some of your things. You can bunk with twiddle dumb and Chris can bunk with Vern. Itll be a sleep over for the boys. Mom will be okay with that. Just until things settle down".

"Thanks". Eyeball smiled, snuggling into the crock of your neck. You loved Eyeball and would do anything for him. So what was about to happen, was very long over due.

"Vern, come on"! You yelled up the stairs to your brother. He was riding with you and Eyeball to get Chris.

"I'm coming". He flew down the stairs and out the front door.

"Did he have a comb"? Eyeball chuckled with a groan. He was feeling the effects of last night.

"He has no hair". You laugh, closing the door after you and Eyeball walked out.

Driving over to the Chambers residence was quiet. Eyeball didnt talk, Vern was nervous. You were just ready to get them out of that hell hole.

"Welcome to paradise". Eyeball chuckled when you pulled into the driveway. You saw Chris pull back the half ripped curtain as you all got out.

"Is he here"? Vern asked, walking up to the door.

"Van's not here. So no". Eyeball gritted his teeth as he stepped into the house. It was trashed. Worse than usual. Eyeball never let you come over, well one time but you weren't in the house a total of twenty seconds before he told you, you needed to leave. His dad had showed up.

"Chris"? Eyeball called out. Chris came out of his room with his bag already packed. A smiled on his face when he saw Vern.

"You got everything"? Vern asked Chris. He nodded.

"You two go wait in the car. Keep the doors locked". You told them, they hurried out the door. Leaving you and Eyeball in the destruction from last night.

"I'll get you a bag packed. Grab what you want". You walked passed Eyeball and headed to his room. Eyeball scoffed and kicked the coffee table, well what's left standing.

Eyeball looked around and found some pictures he wanted to keep. Of when life was good. Everyone was happy. One with Chris and him fishing. The gang. There was even one with you and him sitting safely on the mantle.

As Eyeball wondered into the kitchen he heard someone behind him. "Babe, you finish? We need to get.....". Eyeball turned around and saw his fuming father. Drunk as a skunk father.

"Where ya think you're going, boy"? Mr. Chambers, stumbled towards Eyeball.

"I'm taking Chris and we're getting the hell away from you. Last night will never happen again. Not to me and never to him". Eyeball gritted his teeth with a sneer. His shoulder was still messed up but he wasnt afraid to stand up to his father. Last night and all those other nights of beatings were a result of standing up.

"You're a little shit. Just like that brother of yours. Worthless pieces of shit". Mr. Chambers drew his hand back and slapped Eyeball across his face. Making him stumble.

"It takes one to know one". Eyeball chuckled and stood back up, straightening his jacket.

Mr. Chambers punched Eyeball in the stomach, making Eyeball groan bending over holding his stomach. "I guess I have to teach you another lesson, boy". Mr. Chambers punched Eyeball in the face. He fell to the ground and Mr. Chambers hovered over him. Throwing another punch. "You're just like your worthless mother. A fucking pussy. Get up and fight me". Mr. Chambers growled grabbing Eyeball by his shirt collar.

Eyeball was coughing and trying to let his fathers hands to let him go. This was beginning to scare Eyeball. He was cornered and there was no where to go. He figured he was a dead man.

"Let him go". You screamed hitting Mr. Chambers with a empty liquor bottle. It didnt faze him. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes at you. Dropping Eyeball to the ground.

"You little bitch". Now Mr. Chambers was coming after you. You backed up walking away from him.

"You stay away from her"! Eyeball yelled with a cough pointing his finger at his father trying to get his feet.

"If you're good for my boy, you'll be good for me". Mr. Chambers stepped forward, getting closer and closer to you. He was a dirty, grimy man. Just looking at him made your skin crawl.

"Stay away from my girl"! Eyeball yelled hitting his father over the back with a kitchen table chair. Breaking the chair, it knocked him down to the ground but it didnt stop him.

You looked around trying to find something to hit him with. But everything was either broken or wont do anything to him.

"The table". You pointed to Eyeball but he was busy trying to keep his father down. You swerved out of Mr.Chambers path and jumped for the coffee table. You picked it up and held it over your head.

"Move"! You yelled to Eyeball. He jumped out of the way and you hit Mr. Chambers over the head with the coffee table.

He didn't move. Laid there still. Eyeball limped over to you holding his stomach.

"Wow, princess. You really knocked him out". Eyeball chuckled with a hiss.

"Thanks". You laughed wrapping your arm around Eyeballs waist.

You both headed to the door, when Vern and Chris scared you as they ran up.

"Holy shit. What happened"? Chris poked his head in the house and saw his father knocked on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the car"? You yelled.

"Just go. We gotta get out of here". Eyeball growled at his little brother. They ran off and you two followed.

Everyone hopped into the car and you drove. Vern and Chris were playing in the back seat, laughing.

Eyeball sat close to you, one hand rested on his stomach and the other on your thigh. His head laid back with his eyes closed.

He was sitting there peacefully. A weight lifted off his shoulders. No more worrying about his father coming home drunk and beating the shit out of him or his brother.

Now all you had to do was convince your mom that having Eyeball living there wasnt going to cause problems for you. But seeing Eyeball like this is making it hard to not cause a problem. But what she doesn't know wont hurt her.

#eyeball chambers fanfiction #Eyeball Chambers imagine #Eyeball Chambers imagines #eyeball Chambers x reader #eyeball Chambers x verns sister #stand by me fanfiction #stand by me #stand by me imagine #stand by me imagines #Cobras stand by me #happys-crazy-queen22

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Anastasia (prologue)

A/n ive been talking about my Anastasia x SOC story for awhile and im finally ready to post the prequel,, ive also been working on some requests and thinking about my next multi-part fic (ive made some posts about it lol)

things to know before reading: i tend to like to make up my own countries when writing these type of politically/plot driven fics that revolve around a royal family bc i think it makes it not only easier to write but less confusing bc it takes out the issue of potentially conflicting with canon, so i made up the country ‘Anastasia’ is from,, this also follows the musical Anastasia a little more bc i feel like that version of the story is more mature and easier to write for SOC (the only difference is that not everyone is happy that Anastasia is alive and someone tries to kill her bc they hate the royal family)

Series Summary: y/n makes an unconventional deal with Kaz to save the life of her best friend. No one’s ever made a deal with the infamous Dirtyhands that resulted in them shedding the title of orphan from a revolution-torn country that can’t remember her life before the orphanage and taking on the title of Princess Anastasia. As time progresses, things are made more complicated as y/n has to deal with royals, revolutionaries, a grisha general who has a lot to gain from an alliance with a princess that doesn’t know what she’s doing, and potential feelings for a conflicted Kaz Brekker that has more to do with Anastasia’s disappearance than he’s ever admitted.

The world seems to be made up impossible things. Each day, people defy odds, strangers fall in love, the universe expands, and the Saints watch it all. I am not the kind of person to sneer at a miracle, to try to explain it away instead of acknowledging it for what it is.

But what this stranger is proposing is laughable.

I lean more into the chair, doing all I can to get away from the desk that he sits at. A nervous kind of giggle threatens to escape me, a laugh at the expense of the foolishness of the situation. If his demeanor was any less brooding, I would have already laughed at the irony. Kaz Brekker, the Dirtyhands, creating a ploy so colored by the fairytale notions of dreamers.

The longer I go without reacting, the worse this situation becomes. I haven’t seen Verne since Brekker and his people separated us. I can see the world of torment my eldest friend must be experiencing at this very moment while I sit at this desk.

“Me?” I’m the most ridiculous part of his plan. He said the only reason me and my partner are still alive is because I fit the general description of the kind of person he needs, and if I’m blackmailed into it he won’t need to waste kruge paying me. “A princess?”

He blinks, as uninterested and stoic as he’s been since he first ordered me into his office. “A pretend one,” his correction feels like a slight, “a surrogate one.”

My eyebrows furrow together. “But what--I know the odds of the real Anastasia coming back are beyond slim, but if we’re caught in a lie the Dowager Duchess of Avila will have all of us killed. She may be in Ravka now, and her title nothing more than decorative due to the revolution, but she still has people loyal to her.”

“Anastasia can’t come back.” The graveness of his voice is so certain a part of me has to wonder if he could have anything to do with her death. I dismiss the thought almost immediately, I don’t know his exact age, but he doesn’t look much older than me. He couldn’t have been more than two or three years older than Anastasia when she died, and she was a child at the time. “No one remains missing that long unless they’re dead.”

I awkwardly scratch the back of my wrist, “You’re the expert here.” No--I did not just say that out loud. “Sorry--I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Not that thinking it makes it any better, but at least then you wouldn’t know and I’d seem like less of an idiot and I wouldn’t be talking about it right now, and just rambling at a really inconvenient time for me to just...” I cringe slightly, opting to stare at his desk instead of meeting his judgmental gaze. “Sorry, again. Normally Verne is here, and he just kicks me in the shin or something to shut me up.”

“If you’d like to see what apparently is your only source of impulse control alive and in decent enough condition to kick anything ever again, you’ll agree to what I’m proposing.”

I straighten my posture slightly, nerves and guilt twisting in my stomach. “I’m going to be as transparent as physically possible.” The warning is for both of us, the urge to hide all my weaknesses bubbling in my chest. “Mr. Brekker.” That’s awkward--what am I supposed to call him? “I’m a university student that’s only in Ketterdam because of an academic scholarship. I’m from somewhere average--I’m not from a place nice enough to give me the manners I’d need to pass as a girl who spent her fundamental years growing up in luxury and I’m not from a place grimy enough to make me a quick enough liar to make up for what I don’t know.” I inhale slowly, ignoring the sting of the flaws I laid out for a cruel stranger. “I’m not particularly graceful or sly or talented in any field that someone like you would value. The closest thing I have to talent involves things that can be tracked on paper. I wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight, I was just doing a friend a favor.”

“You claim that you’re not a decent liar or a thief and yet your closest friend is one who believed himself talented enough to challenge me?”

I resist the urge to shrink back into my seat. “This is Ketterdam, you try finding someone that doesn’t dabble in crime and ambition.” He does’t reply to my retort, which I think means I won. “Cards on the table, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to save Verne, but you don’t want me for something like this.”

He pauses, jaw locked and eyes too stony for me to interpret. “Every flaw you just pointed out, every reason you think makes you unfit for this job, is exactly the reason I’m offering you this.” I keep a thousand questions to myself as I wait for him to continue. “Those used to lying lack the warmth that will be needed to sell this. The Dowager Duchess is a grandmother first when it comes to Anastasia, that’s why she’s offering so much gold. She, and the rest of the royals that desire to know what happened to Anastasia, want to believe the story I’m telling. If you present yourself as someone real and warm and you understand table manners enough to not disturb the serene picture they want, they’ll squint at ugly details until they disappear.”

Wow. I know that he’s intelligent, but what he’s constructing is so much more bullet proof than I thought it’d be. “I’ll admit you’ve constructed an airtight narrative.”

I know my approval means nothing to him, but it’s the most agreeable I’m willing to be. “A narrative the background you told me of fits perfectly.” I shouldn’t have answered all those questions he asked me earlier so honestly. “A child born in Avila who was sent to a Kerch orphanage due to a war-relief effort during the revolution. A faceless orphan who was found during the height of the revolution with no memory of anything before the morning she woke up in a hospital cot.”

I say nothing. My skin burns in protest of someone knowing so much about me. He must take my silence as a sign of me teetering the line away from what he wants, because he then says, “your friend is fortunate, if things aligned a little less perfectly he’d be dead already.”

Dead already. The words elate my heart in a way that pinches. He’s still alive. Verne is alive. “If I agree, you let me see him and then you let him go.”

“If you need a contract to believe me, I can have that arranged.” The words have an almost mocking edge. I guess it’d be a little ridiculous to get an official contract drawn up for something so small. “If you at any point change your mind, I’ll do the same.”

The threat is clear. I back out and Verne pays for it in blood. Verne’s safety is once again in my hand. This situation is much more precarious than Kaz Brekker wants it to seem. “You need me to do something that will literally last the rest of my life. Tiaras aren’t something you can slip in and out of.”

“Yes, I’m forcing you to give up a life in the slums for a palace for your friend’s life. This must be a difficult choice for you.”

I look down to avoid rolling my eyes. “It’s still permanent, and it’s large because at any point I could reveal the truth and take you down with me.”

“Remember who you speak to.” His voice has turned to pure darkness.

Don’t wince. Don’t wince. Don’t wince. “All I’m saying is that you’ve offered Verne’s life to buy my cooperation, but you have yet to mention the cost of my silence.”

His expression is sharp enough to draw blood. “The Dowager Duchess is old and sick, wait at most two years and you’ll have more gold than you could ever spend. The revolution took that family’s power, not the wealth the Duchess took with her to Ravka the night of the massacre.”

I shift awkwardly. “I’m not trying to get kruge from you for me.” I fold my hands neatly on my lap to avoid fidgeting. “Verne--he’s beyond desperate for kruge, that’s why he risked angering you.” The urge to shy away threatens to break my resolve. I think of all the times Verne has saved me. “Let him keep what he tried to take.” The request is awkward from my lips. I’m asking for more when I should should be grateful any type of mercy came from him. Any type of offer. “Half. Let him keep half.”

He’s silent for a long moment, weighing the implications of loss. “You’re already entitled enough to pass for royalty.” I don’t let myself shrink. “Deal, but not because you threatened me--try that again and you’ll find yourself wishing you had never left the orphanage you came from.” The relief is practically crushing. Verne is going to be okay. He’s going to live and my resistance earned him enough kruge to have a week or two without worry as he plans what he’ll do in my absence. “You better be as good a study as you made yourself seem to be.”

I don’t understand the second threat. “Studying?”

“You didn’t think you could wander into the Dowager Duchess’s home, use the excuse of amnesia to explain why you don’t even know your own mother’s name, and expect them to think you more than an Avilan orphan with a desire for wealth.”

“I actually don’t know my own mother’s name because of amnesia.”

He’s in no mood to be contradicted, glowering sharply, “not anymore, anything that doesn’t fit the narrative I’m constructing is no longer true.” He straightens slightly as he begins to pace away from me. “You’ll have five minutes with your friend and then we’ll see where your table manners are at. I know someone who knows enough to correct you.”

I try to picture where someone like him would meet someone that knows about etiquette. My mind provides nothing useful, but it doesn’t matter--I’ve agreed. It can’t be undone, not without having the blood of my dearest friend on my hands.

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