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Faceless Fixation (Sal Fisher): Beg For It [21]

TW: smut :P

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Yea, so I lost my job. Big shocker.

Once my boss found out that I dipped mid-shift, the text was typed out and sent by the evening.

In any other situation, I'd be fucked. Indefinitely. Completely broke and flailing to get a new job. In fact, that was my first thought. As soon as I got the text, I clicked onto my bank account to check how much I'd have to live off of until I found a new job--

--only to find out that I had over $2,000 just sitting around, which was such a nice surprise. I don't think I've ever had so much money to my name before in my entire life. And all the transactions were straight from all my streaming apps. All within the past two weeks since being back in LA.

To say the least, losing my job couldn't have happened at a better time. Now, I can put my focus into something I actually enjoy doing.

But first, a trip to Nockfell, which is proving to be more chaotic by the second.

"Todd, dude, there's a chemistry to this thing, okay? It's a ritual," Larry says, all seriousness and business face as he stares back into Todd's uninterested gaze. "I can't fly without it."

Todd blinks, a flash of frustrated disappointment crossing over his features. "You're not taking an edible before the flight, Lartholomew."

Ash had a ticket ready for me before she even got to LA yesterday. Her entire mastermind plan was to abduct me whether I liked it or not-- not that I would've said no to begin with. And besides, having her at the apartment to help me pack last minute made pre-flight stress non-existent.

Travis is camping out at my apartment. He was more than happy to kick me out of my own house, claiming that my bed is comfiest anyway. Regardless, he said he had no desire to return to Nockfell anyway. And dad was just excited for me to go visit considering how much I've complained about missing the little town over all these years.

Sal and I haven't spoken since his last commanding text to me. Right before his very sudden face reveal. He's caught in an almost petrifying silence-- has been since he put his prosthetic back on. I, on the other hand, very much resemble a little puppy whimpering and begging at his feet. Metaphorically, of course. I wouldn't dare to physically exploit my internal thoughts.

The really sickening truth is that I'm so desperate to see his face again that I'd trip him down a flight of stairs just to recreate yesterday's scene.

Just kidding. I don't mean that. I definitely don't.

"All our seats are kind of screwed up, so I have no idea where you're sitting, sugar." Ash pokes my cheek, her chin in her palm and elbow propped on the armrest of her seat. "I bought them kind of last minute so I took whatever they had available."

A little smile tips my lips as I turn my attention away from the grumpy smurf and focus on my stunning best friend. Her viridian irises glow with renewed joy and energy like our plans check off so many bullet points on her bucket list. "That's okay," I reply, tilting my head. "At least we actually have seats, right?"

Ash grins, her maroon shaded lips accentuating the light freckles along the bridge of her nose. "See?" she chirps, arm winding through mine to pull me closer. "You get it. When do you not get it?"

Our plane calls for us to board, and so begins the toxic, anxiety-inducing split-up of the century. I lose all The Faces somewhere in the crowded line that gathers at our gate in just a matter of seconds. That's okay though, I'll probably end up sitting with some old lady that smells like an odd mixture of peonies, Dial soap, and Lysol. You know, a funeral home and two colds away from death. So long as she's nice, I'll catch her dentures when they fall out of her gaping mouth as she naps.

Anything for MawMaw.

I hobble my way into the plane, brain set on finding my seat before stressing about all other one hundred and fifty two things I have to worry about later. People are everywhere and it's, expectedly, a huge plane. Three rows-- two seaters against each wall and a row of three seats down the middle. Sickening, really. Social anxiety's worst enemy is looking for means of escape only to be met by even more people.

I block everyone out as best as I can, pretending that the people I bump into are just very dense pieces of furniture. Or, actually, even better-- a bunch of really buff kitties. Yep, just passing through a horde of Maine Coon's and Munchkin's.

I spot row F, my pupils zeroing in on the letter like a scope on a gun. Target acquired.

The majestic way I veer around what my mind imagines is a really tall Siamese and their spouse, a yellow Persian, is something that the directors of The Matrix are pissed that they couldn't come up with. I swing my foot around a figurative pair of paws and reach my free hand out to grip onto my seat-- F20. That's right bitches, I did it.

I swing my suitcase up, somehow managing to actually get it into the overhead compartment. I give it a good shove with both of my hands and a grunt, then pull the backpack off my shoulders to keep it at my feet when I sit down.

But now that I've stopped, cats are pushing past me and it's so aggressive and rushed that they suddenly aren't sweet, fluffy kitties anymore. They're people again and I'm starting to get dragged away from my seat by this sea of shared distress.

Nimble fingers latch onto my wrist from the seat beside mine-- the seat against the window. The hand tightens around me, giving my body a good yank forward. I use the aided force to weave my way around a few more people up until the hand pulls me into my seat.

I huff out a breath, pushing my hair out of the eyeholes of my mask. And begrudgingly, I turn my head to meet bright cerulean hair.

Sal isn't looking at me, he's facing the window. His entire stature gives off a mixture of unbothered and ashamed. He shouldn't feel that second one-- never. Granted, he shouldn't feel angry half as much as he does but that's besides the point.

Ever since it happened, I could tell that the abrupt exposure of his face has been heavily weighing on him. I don't owe this man a single thing-- he's been awful to me in so many ways, but I give credit where credit is due. Not only did he own up and apologize to me yesterday, he helped me to my seat... and he is handsome. Regardless of how he views himself.

He's my biggest enemy and I, his. But if I plan on getting fucked during my visit to Nockfell, I have to give him the Beating of Truth.

"So," I mumble, chewing on the inside of my cheek. If you couldn't tell, I'm absolutely forcing myself to do this even though it's the last thing I want to do. "How are we working around Ash, Larry, and Todd when we get to Nockfell?"

Sal's head tips up a bit, like he's wondering to himself if I actually just spoke to him. Then his head pivots sideways so that he can side-eye me.

"What?" He asks, voice genuinely shocked and confused. It makes my heart stutter a bit. Any time he speaks in a tone that isn't aggressive, it completely reboots my system.

"How are we going to follow through with this arrangement?" I try again, simplifying it into Sal terms. He has a wide vocabulary range; maybe using bigger words will snap some sense into him. For added effect, I lean onto the armrest separating him and I, trying to show that he doesn't repulse me or anything of the sort.

Sal doesn't move away, instead, he adjusts his body so that he can address me. Fully turns his prosthetic face to me and settles into his seat. I didn't realize how tense he was when I first sat down, but watching him relax now shows me how much my simple mention of our agreement settled his mental turmoil.

He's quiet for a moment, eyes dancing across my mask and body before his gaze meets mine again. "You still want to?" he finally decides to ask, eyebrows lifting beneath his prosthetic.

"Yea," I snort, scrunching my nose up as if his question is ridiculous. "Why wouldn't I?"

Okay, stupid question. I know the answer and the words came out before I could stop them. In more ways than others, that was a genuine response though. I can't accept that Sal would be so put off by his own appearance because I truly think it's so lovely. I have to remember though that not everyone sees themselves the way I see them though.

Sal's brows bunch together again, his eyes narrowing. "Stupid fucking question," he echoes my own thoughts, voice even and void of tone. Whoopsie.

I roll my own eyes, sighing. "Well, to settle the whole debacle," I start, aiming to just bite the bullet and extinguish the awkwardness and misplaced fear vibrating between us. "I think you're quite the catch."

Friendly banter is weird. Borderline uncomfortable, but... not quite. Just so that I'm ready to get this over with but I'd be prepared for it to happen again.

A nasally snort leaves Sal and he rotates his head so that he's facing the pair of seats in front of us.

"So," he prods, ignoring my statement. "North?"

Mission success. I know he'll never admit it and he doesn't need to, but I think he appreciates the compliment.

"What's it to you?" I counter, adjusting my position in turn. I sit criss-cross applesauce in my seat, making sure my feet don't touch Sal because God forbid. "You still get to fuck me."

"Not much," he says lowly, hand moving to ruffle up his fringe. There's that dagger tattoo again. And then his head tilts just a bit, haunting sapphire blue piercing straight through my soul like the weapon etched onto his skin. "But you're mine. North can't give you even an ounce of what I can."

Fuzzy fingers, a pounding heart, and the worst case of cold sweats possible dominates my body for the rest of the flight. My brain replays that statement over and over again, plaguing me with recurring physical reactions like I've just heard it in real life again. I wish he hadn't said anything at all if it was going to leave me like this.

Neither of us said another word. The only sound between the two of us was the constant cracking of my knuckles accompanied by me putting my feet on the ground-- then sitting criss-cross again-- then having to readjust again and again and again. He left me quite literally restless and I'm sure he's relishing in just the knowledge of it.

Landing in Nockfell was a quick divergence from bubbly hearted affliction in my being. A good distraction from Sal.

Perpetual autumn. Nockfell never gets too hot or cold. The air is always misty, the sky always grey and cloudy. Tall, ever-growing trees dominate both night and day, stealing all the light from the sun and hiding it in their leafy treetops. Nockfell houses the kind of atmosphere that I've dreamt of returning to for years now; the gentle eeriness and chill that I've longed to bask in ever since I left.

We step out of the airport and into the small parking lot where a suspiciously blue haired man is waving at us with a big, dad-like grin on his face. Not a question in my mind. That's Sal's dad-- the cropped, receding cerulean hair was the first obvious sign but as we grow closer, his bright azure eyes are the second giveaway.

"Wassup, daddio!" Larry exclaims, wrapping Sal's father up in a huge bear hug (which is so Emo Buff Daddy of him). I nearly forgot that Sal's dad, who I now know as Henry, is also Larry's step-dad. Crazy.

"Not much, big guy!" Henry chuckles, rubbing Larry's back affectionately once the hug comes to an end. He pats Larry's shoulder, that big smile still on his aged face. "You guys brought the friend back! Convinced her to come huff up our humid air?"

Henry moves over to Ash, Todd, and then Sal to hug all of them. He purposefully places a discreet kiss on top of Sal's head before turning to me.

He holds his arms open suggestively and my heart flutters. "You okay with hugs?" He asks me. "Everyone's family here."

A grin of my own sneaks onto my face as I take a little step toward Henry and wrap my arms around his middle.

Henry's arms latch around my body, shielding me from the moist, heavy air of Nockfell and anything else that could possibly hurt me here. His embrace is so comforting, so familiar, so protective that tears I've been holding back for weeks suddenly rush to the surface.

I love my own dad, he's perfect, but being hugged by his near doppelgänger reminds me of how much I miss him. I wish dad and I weren't apart so often. But that'll change soon with the money I'm making.

I don't allow myself to weep, I hide the tears and pull away from the comforting hug I needed so desperately to smile sweetly at Henry. Lovely man, his own smile widens.

The group of us piles into Henry's old 2000 Nissan Pathfinder to navigate around Nockfell.

We first stop at Ash's place-- a home I haven't seen in a decade now. Everything is so nostalgic-- the tall, two story, white-painted, wooden home and the canopy of evil-looking trees that hide it from the road reminds me of a time that's been ripped away from me.

Ash leans on the door of Henry's SUV, the window down for her to speak to me before she disappears. "I'll come by Sal's or the apartments later to scoop you up, 'kay? Parents and I have a meeting with some guys to transfer ownership of some things to me before the move." She chews on her lip, a deep yearning in her pretty eyes. "I'd let you stay with me if I could."

I shake my head at her-- I don't want her to feel guilty for handling business. "No that's okay." I tell her sweetly, grabbing onto her hand. "I'll kickback with the guys."

Ash smiles, squeezing my hand in hers before breaking off to head to her house.

Now, I never imagined I'd end up coming back to Nockfell in general, but to stand in Sal Fisher's home? These were even more improbable odds.

And worse, Todd suddenly slips out of the house with the very mean (he's ditching me!) excuse of meeting with Neil for a late lunch. That just leaves me, Larry, and Sal standing in the spacious kitchen of their shared two-story home. It's quaint, roomy, and pretty nice. I imagine it's kept up specifically because Sal tends to it.

And Sal, he doesn't say anything. Which is typical behavior from him. He only, swiftly, spins on his heels, luggage in hand, and disappears into a room right past the stairs. Okay, fair. It's late in the afternoon-- naptime.

And now it's down to two.

I look to Larry with a grin. And he's grinning back excitedly, wiggling around like an antsy child who's about to go on a field trip.

"I can't believe we managed to get you over here," he whisper-yells, screaming silently. You know, just open-mouthed and head tipped to the ceiling in pure excitement.

"Even Copernicus wouldn't be able to debunk this turn of events," I joke, watching Larry dance around his kitchen. I put my bags down. I'm sure we'll figure out this situation later when Ash returns.

Larry opens up his refrigerator, moving around some bottles before uttering an expletive. "Ah, fuck," he hisses out, quickly lifting his head which results in him slamming said head into the freezer door. I pause, wincing, eyeing his silhouette warily while awaiting whatever he has to say next.

He resurfaces from the fridge, rubbing his aching head and chewing on his bottom lip. "I left my fucking bags in Henry's car." He curses again, glancing up at me with agitated eyes. "I have to run over to the apartments real quick." Larry starts inching away from the fridge and I feel my heart leap. How could he forget his luggage in the car? And is he really about to leave me here with the master of aggressive seduction himself? We're bound to tear this house apart either via sex or a physical fight. I just don't know which one.

"I'll be like... ten minutes at most," Lar says, squeezing past me and around the kitchen table, rerouting to the front door. He gives me a look that screams vulnerability and urgency. "Please don't kill Sal, and don't let him kill you. Okay? I'll be back in a jiffy."

I blink at him, running my tongue along the inside of my dry mouth. This is not going to go well. "Okay," I say anyway. I can already see the headline on the newspaper-- 'Masked Streamer, Sally Face, Brutally Murders and Chops Up Rising Streamer, VioletViolence, With Kitchen Knife.'

Larry nods at me, pinches his lips together in a moment of concerned hesitation, then disappears through the front door.

I stand in the empty kitchen for a moment, watching the back of Larry's head through the front door window. "In a jiffy..." I murmur to myself, recalling the most soccer-mom words I've ever heard come from Larry's vicinity. It was so odd, I mean he would never say something like that, but here we are.

The house is empty aside from myself and Sal. What the hell am I supposed to do? Watch The Office?-- well, that actually doesn't sound bad at all.

I can literally do anything I want, though. I have been given the most opportune opportunity to act upon my will as I see fit. With that in mind accompanied by the suspiciously good conversation a certain blue-haired individual and I shared on the plane, I think I have an idea of what I could do. And I know I'll have a willing partner.

This will either end in a homicide via kitchen knife or an orgasm. I'll take my chances.

A sly little grin fights its way onto my lips as I spin on my heels, trekking over to Sal's room. His door is closed, giving him an ample amount of darkness to hide in while gaming or sleeping or whatever he's doing. But for me, it's the ample amount of darkness to create a moody setting. It's perfect.

The cold, metal doorknob sits comfortably in the palm of my hand as I give myself one last chance to think about this. I really shouldn't do this, but the timing will never be this good again. With everyone moving to LA, I may never get a chance this convenient since someone will always be around.

That's the last little bit of encouragement I need to twist the knob and slowly push the plain, white painted door open.

The wood squeaks on its hinges, making Sal turn his head up from his PC. His dark, shadowed eyes meet mine. They go from curious to a bit miffed in half a second— but he doesn't say anything, really just ignores me and turns back to his setup.

My heart races. He didn't turn me away or tell me to get the fuck out of his room. That's a good start. But that also means I can actually follow through with my very sudden plan— a plan which has no plan. I didn't even brainstorm what I could do because I genuinely didn't think I'd get this far.

I watch him closely, noting the way his computer casts a cool, blue glow against his prosthetic. His hand moves the mouse around and he clicks on various things, really paying me no mind at all.

My teeth clamp onto my bottom lip as I step past the threshold of his room, grabbing hold of the door and slowly closing it behind me. Once it latches into place, I wait, simply observing the man with my back to the door. For good measure, I turn the lock. You know, just in case I manage to get somewhere.

And he still doesn't look my way. The fact that he's ignoring my presence right now makes anticipation build up within me. My heart thumps a little faster than it already has been. My cheeks feel warm, I can't keep my hands still. It's like my brain is kicked into overdrive, forcing me to take notice of every little thing.

I lick my lips and take a step forward, scratching at the skin on my knuckles. I take another step, then another, my body growing warm with anxiousness all because I may stand in front of this man, present myself to him, and come to regret it. I really might embarrass myself. Just because we agreed doesn't mean he wants me at this exact moment.

But before I'm even really prepared, I'm standing right beside him. And he's sitting there without a care in the world, comfortably propped up in his gaming chair and pulling up different comments on what looks to be YouTube.

I've done about all I can for right now, but we are on limited time. So I watch him for a moment. He has to know I'm right here— I wasn't quiet, I didn't avoid his field of vision. I'm right here.

And I still get nothing.

Time to think. Should I say something insulting? That usually gets him riled up. Maybe then, one thing will lead to another.

I bounce on my heels for a second as I think up a quick insult. "Is this how you waste your time? Figured you'd at least reply to some of your fans if you were going to read their comments. Kinda shitty of you." Low blow probably. I don't really mean it, but I'm sure he'll take it seriously. His fans mean a lot to him, it's the best way to gain his attention.

But Sal doesn't even react, only scrolls through a few replies under a comment and clicks 'like' on a some. He doesn't flinch. Doesn't look at me. Never makes a sound.

I roll my eyes. Playing hard to get are we? He fusses at me for not complying all the time— he's such a hypocritical asshole. I hate that I'm into it.

I swallow thickly, putting my hands behind my back to try and hide my nervous fidgeting. "Sal," I try, cringing a bit. That was desperation— he has to know that.

Again, nothing.

He really must be trying to piss me off, that or he isn't interested at all. But thankfully, the zero interest half doesn't stink like I was afraid it would. Instead, it spurs me into action.

He can ignore my words all he wants, but he can't ignore me.

"I'm going to touch you," I warn because consent is important. "If you don't want that, you need to tell me."

I wait a good thirty seconds but he stays silent.

I pinch my lips together then grab onto the armrest of his chair, pulling it back just enough to place my body between him and his computer. He simply looks up at me with disinterested eyes, so I go further, fueled by the spark in my soul and the rage of him purposefully pretending I'm not even there.

I take a step forward and put a gentle hand on his shoulder for balance, then easily slide myself onto his lap. His thighs are warm beneath my own, his skin smooth under my fingertips. The dark ink on his biceps contrasts beautifully with the milky color of his skin and it's quite an honor to finally run my hands over his art.

I watch the way my fingers drag down his arm then up again, returning to his shoulder. I'm on top of him and he still hasn't said a word, still hasn't touched me. At this point, I'm yearning for something— anything.

The only good sign I'm getting is that he hasn't pushed me off.

I glance up, looking into his blue eyes that are darkened by the shadows of his room. They're watching me closely, no ounce of emotion reflected in them. He's just observing.

My other hand travels to his prosthetic face, gripping onto his jaw in the way that he does to me so often. "Think you can ignore me?" I whisper, a little smirk quirking my lips despite how badly I wish I could contain it.

A slight furrowing of his brows is what I get in return.

Ha, got him.

He still doesn't say anything, but I've piqued his interest at least.

"Larry's gone," I say next, my eyes traveling to the rough prosthetic in my hands. I run my thumb over the underside of his jaw, feeling a number of scars.

"I assumed so," he says, voice a bit deeper than it normally would be and toneless like it seems to have been all day.

My gaze meets his again, and this time there's a little fire in his pretty eyes. There's desire, interest, slow-building exhilaration. I love seeing this look on him.

"Mhm," I hum, moving my other hand from his shoulder to the side of his neck. "Are you going to sit here and ignore me like the asshole you are, or are you going to have mercy on both of us?"

Sal slowly blinks, eyes traveling over my form, drinking me in like I'm the last drop of water on earth. "You called me an asshole for a reason," he bites out. "Don't expect much. Unlike you, I can actually hold out."

"But what's the point of holding out?" I counter, tilting my head to the left. "Larry's heading to the apartments. We have about ten minutes. That's enough room for one of a couple options. Stop being a little prick and do something."

"More like twenty. Larry takes his sweet ass time." Sal's eyes narrow. "You think insulting me is going to coerce me into this, you little bitch? Thought you knew our dynamic well enough by now." My words are getting to him. That's exactly what I want.

"I do know our dynamic," I whisper, leaning my head down so that my face is level with his. I look into his cerulean eyes and they gaze back at me, one pupil dilated. Then, I bend lower until I'm at the nape of his neck, his hair tickling my jaw.

I use the hand holding his face to tilt his head up and away from me, using the angle as leverage to place my lips onto his warm skin.

I hear a muffled sigh from him in response and it takes everything in me not to smile.

My mouth moves slowly along the side of his neck, placing meaningful, wet kisses along his throat. But when I get to the hilt of his tattoo, I bit down gently.

He flinches at the feeling of my teeth digging into his skin, then completely aborts his mission to ignore me completely.

Sal's hands fly to my waist, one gripping tightly onto my hip and the other trailing up my back and into my hair, gripping the strands tightly before yanking my head back.

My teeth are ripped from his neck immediately and Sal pulls me away from him by the base of my neck. I gasp, staring into his captivating azure eyes from just centimeters away. His prosthetic nose bumps my mask's and he holds me there without a word.

His eyes trail down my face and heavy breaths follow his gaze. His cold fingers are curled into my neck, his nails digging into my skin.

I swallow, wondering if maybe I should have just minded my own business, stayed in the living room and waited for Larry to come back. Maybe I pissed him off.

I lick my lips and blink at him, my mouth gapes open as I try to find something to say. He's silent. It's not awkward, just scary. Scary is ten times worse.

Sal must see the regret and fear in my eyes because his own eyes lessen their harsh glare a bit and then he rasps out, "Can I touch you?"

Every inch of my body goes rigid with shock, anticipation. "Yes," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My fingers tighten ever so slightly on the underside of his jaw while my heart runs an entire marathon in my chest. Now is not the time to get nervous because I sweat when I'm nervous. I need to be horny– not nervous.

Sal takes a deep breath, eyes set on mine. I feel his chest rise ever so slowly, then go back down the same exact way. The pause between us is utter agony and I feel like I'm going to start spazzing out or something. Honestly, with the way I'm sitting on top of him, I might just fall over and die on the spot. That feels less incriminating than whatever is about to ensue.

Cool fingers grasp onto my thigh, his palm flattening against my skin. His hand drags up to my side, followed by his other hand leaving my neck to grab the other side of my waist. The feeling of him touching me, just like he'd asked, fills me with memories I tried so desperately to forget just a couple weeks or so ago. This is deja vu in the best way.

In one swift motion, Sal lifts me up and plops me on top of his desk. I brace myself with my hands on either side of his keyboard that lays behind me. Questions of concern start flowing through my brain because this is an odd place to be.

"Don't knock over my shit," Sal breathlessly informs, eyes glancing up to me. HIs hands move to the waist band of my bottoms and I suck in another anxious, anticipatory breath.

I nod quickly, watching him with wide eyes as he looks down at my waist, his hands circling to the front of my stomach and fumbling with the button of my shorts. Oh my gosh.

I gulp, looking at anything but the man between my legs, currently pulling down the shorts I'd traveled in. His cold fingers brush along the outside of my thighs, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. He's slow, purposeful, dragging this out to get whatever reaction out of me that he can. It feels like my heart is about to explode.

I have no idea what he's about to do, he doesn't warn me either. I don't have the guts to watch this scene play out. The prospect of his dilated pupils, messy hair, and that glare in his captivating eyes is too much-- so much that warmth pools between my thighs before he can initiate anything.

"You look scared," he murmurs and I flinch at the gentle, comforting tone he uses with me. I've never heard something such as this come from him and be directed at mebefore.

"I am," I answer honestly, licking my lips while his fingers slowly pull my shorts down my legs. I lift myself a bit to aid him, shivering when my bare legs meet the cold surface of his desk. "A bit."

"Why?" Sal asks, hands pressing onto my thighs. With how warm my skin is and how cool his fingers are, the contrasting temperature is enough to spark an aneurysm. He drags those hands of his up my legs until he reaches my panties, hooking his digits into them.

I shake my head, chin quite literally tilted up to the ceiling. I'm not quite sure what has me so scared. Am I afraid of myself? Him? Getting caught? Being dropped again?

One risky hand leaves my hip and Sal's prosthetic comes into view. He's hovering over me, in a standing position now. His hair falls onto my shoulders, shielding us from the rest of the world like a curtain. I blink up at him, breath caught in my throat as a rush of chills invades my body.

"Hey," he says. His voice is a bit on edge, but it's concerned. So concerned that it distracts me from my own fear for a moment. "You're okay," he continues, his hand gripping onto my chin and pulling my head down so we can be eye level. I look between his bright eyes-- his eyebrows are risen a bit, as if to communicate to me that I can trust him. But can I?

"I'll take care of you. If you want to stop, if you don't want to start-- let me know. Say anything and I'll end it immediately." He tilts his head a bit, eyes glancing over my face. This is different. This looks vulnerable. "If I made you uncomfortable at all, I--"

My head shakes in opposition. I don't even have to think about it. "No, it's not that. It-- I trust you." The words spew out of my mouth and I immediately regret it. Something smug takes over his expression and I press my lips together, grabbing onto his wrist connected to the hand that's still holding my chin. "I trust you with this. If I was tied to train tracks, I wouldn't even think of calling you." I narrow my eyes at him to exemplify my point. His eyes squint as if he's... smiling? I'll ignore that. "But you've never... made me uncomfortable. You always ask. You always check. So..."

I watch him nod slowly, our gazes never disconnecting. He seems to contemplate what I've said, measurably formulating his next move. "Do you want to talk about what's stressing you then?"

My head rears back and my eyebrows furrow, his hand falling away from my face. "What brain eating amoeba has overtaken you?" I blurt out, holding a hand out between us. It's incredibly odd-- this is out of place. "You are never concerned about me-- what is this?"

If you can't tell, I'm not a fan of change. I greatly prefer stability even if it's toxic.

Sal drops the caring act almost immediately, his eyes rolling so hard that I'm worried they'll sink into his body. "I can't go down on you if you're freaked, can I? I wouldn't even feel comfortable doing that. I'm an asshole, not a monster."

I pause, every facial feature relaxing as his statement slaps me in the face. Key words: go, down, on, you, asshole, monster. Yep, only monstrous assholes go down on their enemies. I'm the very brave, very eager, very shocked recipient of this going down.

I take a deep, shaky breath, blinking at Sal who watches me with what looks like a raised eyebrow. "Okay," I breathlessly whisper. "How are you-- are you..." Why am I rambling? What kind of answer am I looking for? Obviously the prosthetic is about to come off and I just have to contain the desperate, whore-like rage within.

"Shut up, Vi," he chuckles over my nickname, grabbing onto my thighs and tugging me to the edge of the desk as he sits in his chair again. My fingertips press into the wooden surface while my heart threatens to pound its way through my ribcage. "Just let me taste you."

Cue internal screaming. I'm so going to faint-- and the addition of watching his pretty guitar-playing hands leave my skin to unbuckle his prosthetic is pushing me to astronomical heights. I don't even exist anymore. I'm just a wisp, a little phantom fairy watching her favorite sex movie play out in real time. It's called Faceless Fixation. She's the Fellatio Fairy. I don't even-- whoever is writing my life needs to give me a break.

I'm shivering like I have hypothermia by the time Sal carefully pulls the prosthetic off his face, making sure to not mess up his hair. And then he glances up at me. Bright eyes hesitant, sort of wide. Eyebrows risen just a bit and lips pressed together like he wants to say a thousand things but can't. He looks so nervous and it's a moment we can both share.

For reassurance (I think we both need it) I smile at him. Just a slight upward tilt of my lips as I press my thighs together. He's so beautiful. Every scar, every indentation, every feature, every little freckle. Just wow-- he's a sight to behold.

Sal's gaze flits to my lips, then down to my legs and he grabs onto them again, purposefully pulling them apart. His black polished nails dig into my skin as he gazes down at my underwear. I'm so used to watching his reactions and feelings portrayed only through his eyes, but watching the way his jaw tenses and the moment his lips part like he can't wait any longer makes me feel like I'll implode.

His fingers run up my legs to my hips, dipping into my panties and pulling them downward. I gulp over the sight, relishing in the deja vu. How kind of him to not rip these this time.

I lift myself up as he shimmies them down my legs, finally pulling them from around my ankles and holding them up for me to see. I blink, warmth rushing to my face at his boldness. And Sal, well-pleased, quirks a little seductive smile at them before switching his gaze to me.

"I haven't even touched you and you're soaked," is what he murmurs, eyes dancing over my half naked body with very little focus on my face. It's like he's glued to what hides behind my clenched thighs, eagerly awaiting what he'll find between them. "You're inflating my ego way too much," his voice is a bit louder this time-- darker, more sinister. The pronunciation of his words shows off charming, slightly crooked front teeth and sharp canines. I'll never know how I haven't ascended already.

I shiver, trying and failing to hide my reaction. But it doesn't really matter, seeing as Sal caught onto it anyway and his hooded eyes are on mine, a dangerous glint clashing with the hypnotizing azure shade of his irises.

His hands are on my legs again, fingers roughly squeezing my skin. He isn't putting off his plans again though. When he separates my legs and I try my best not to push him away out of fear, Sal leans forward and presses his lips to the inside of my left thigh.

I take a deep, shuddering breath as I bathe in the feeling of his soft, jagged lips moving along my sensitive skin. I commit the image to memory, absolutely astonished over the way his blue eyes are closed while he inches closer and closer to my pussy.

I'm unable to take a full breath at this point, my body is tense while I try to hold myself in an upright position, pathetically falling apart as his mouth dances along the inside of my thigh like he's studied and perfected each step he takes. His hands are molded into my skin, they've become a part of me. He's pressing my thigh up to his face, leaving the most inebriating kisses. I wish he would stop teasing me already.

At the same time, I'm obsessed with the way he's handling me. Delicately, carefully, but he's in full control and making me wait. Testing me. Seeing if I'll push him, hoping I'll give him a good reason to punish me.

Sal's eyes open again, glancing up to meet mine. I suck in a breath, watching as he opens that dirty mouth of his and bites into the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh.

I hiss, wincing at the slight pain but my eyes never leave his. They could never. And he loves that, takes it as a challenge because those sky blue eyes close and he bites down harder, sucking my skin into his mouth to leave his mark.

Some kind of satisfied, sickeningly delighted feeling swells in my chest at the knowledge of having a mark from him on my body. It's primal, it's a little weird, but I adore the idea and maybe he does too. After what he said to me about North on the flight to Nockfell, I'd guess he's more than happy to stake his claim even if it's invisible to the outside world.

Sal finally pulls his teeth from my leg, revealing a gnarly, dark purple mark in his wake. He places a quick, soothing kiss to the abused skin before trailing his way closer to my pussy. He masks his destination with more wet kisses and bites and I'm so worked up by now that a light sheen of sweat has formed on my forehead. I can't be doing this-- this is complete torture.

"Sal," I groan out, flinching at the sinful tone of my voice. It makes him pause his movements as well. "Please," I tack on, the word quiet and agonizingly pleading.

He hums against my skin, eyes zeroed in on mine. I hate being so direct, it's terrifying, but it's worth it if it'll end up with his tongue buried in me, right?

"Beg for it," he says lowly, a slight rasp to his voice. His tone makes me shiver, as well as his words and I would drop to my hands and knees if he told me to right now.

My lips part upon hearing him and I release a shaky breath, thighs drawing together until he stops them with his tight grip. My heart is running a marathon, my limbs are trembling and I'm wondering if maybe this is all just a really awesome dream.

"Please," I repeat, voice coming out as a whine. For once, I don't regret it because this is what he wants. "I'm desperate." I don't know how else to portray to him that I need this-- the wait is nearly excruciating. "I need to feel you."

Sal pulls away from my skin, tongue lapping at all of his bite marks before a sadistic smile pulls at his lips. "How much do you hate me?" And he's waiting, waiting for a wordy explanation of my distaste for him. But now, with the way things have changed between us-- even if it's slightly-- describing my loathing somehow feels harder.

So I snort, trying to coerce him into putting his mouth on me again regardless of the location. But all the shivers, waiting, and very slow building orgasm is slipping away into the distance. "A lot," I whisper shakily.

He gives me a look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed together as if I've disappointed him. "You can do better than that, Vi. Where's the fire?" He leans toward the thigh he hasn't captured with his mouth yet and skims his teeth along my skin. "Should I give you an example?"

I lick my lips, a sudden fluttering in my chest making me feel light headed. I hesitantly shake my head-- the longer he isn't paying attention to me, the farther I am from cumming. I can come up with something to say can't I? Of course I can. He's infuriating enough.

"Alright then," he mumbles monotonously, finally ditching my thighs. He yanks me a bit closer, eyes still rifling through my soul. "Then tell me. And if you stop," he warns as I swallow against the pounding in my chest due to his positioning, face mere inches from my sopping cunt. He's dragged this on long enough. "I stop. Keep that filthy mouth of yours moving."

He waits for me to launch into a monologue of detest. His mouth so close to my clit, breath tickling my skin and forcing a quiet little whimper from me.

"I fucking hate the constant foul mood you're always in," I force out, feeling my heart leap into my throat the second the words leave my mouth. Because Sal keeps his promise and with an inebriating grunt of approval, he finally attaches his lips to my clit, tongue running over it like he's desperate to soak up every inch of what I have to offer.

The feeling of his mouth on my pussy is incomparable to any other type of satisfaction in the world-- this is what I've waited for. And he happily makes up for the lost time, expertly flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves and sucking it farther into his mouth. He moans against my cunt, hands dragging up my thighs to cup my ass and force me even closer to him. He squeezes my skin, a reminder to keep talking.

I dig up all the things I can't stand about him, slathering them across my brain so I can tell him about it. "You're a brick wall. No matter what I say, you refuse to listen. How come you're never open to hearing anyone out?" I whimper between words, squirming around on his desk and trying my damn hardest not to ruin any of his belongings.

Sal lifts my legs over his arms, pushing them onto his shoulders and I swear I'm about to combust. The way his tongue maps figure eights and circles around my clit does nothing to help, only sends me further toward falling apart.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fingers curling over the edge of his desk, heavy breaths and quiet moans falling past my lips no matter how badly I wish I could keep them inside. "You have some kind of God complex. You think you're right about everything, have to be in control of everything and I can't stand it. I can't stand you and your constant need to have everything you want."

His teeth graze over my clit and my mouth falls open, waves of pleasure rolling through my body like I've never experienced before. He moves downward, his tongue buried between my folds and licking up every bit of my arousal that he can get. Upon getting a better taste of me, he moans and I can feel the vibration of it everywhere, all the way up to my fingertips.

"I hate how easily you turn me on, how wet I get just from a simple touch," I admit, teeth clamping down onto my bottom lip as his tongue explores the inside of my pussy like he's been starved of me for far too long. His nails dig into my skin, the action eliciting a stinging sensation that only adds to the pleasure he's giving me. This is everything. "And you're so unfair. So pretty, so damn attractive with that horrible personality of yours. Why can't you be pretty through and through?"

I open my eyes again to watch him, drowning in the prospect of his face buried between my thighs, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. I watch as he drags his mouth up to my clit again, drawing patterns and shapes I don't care to know over the bundle of nerves. The rough, slick feeling of his tongue on such a sensitive place is addicting. So long as he's around to bring me to new heights like this, I don't need anything else. Maslow's hierarchy of needs has never been so wrong-- this is my sole need.

I can't help myself-- I reach a hand out, my fingers burying themselves into Sal's hair. It's soft. Just as soft as I knew it would be. And he doesn't seem to mind, only continues to suck on my clit and abuse it with his tongue. I close my hand into a fist, lightly tugging on his hair. I need something to hold onto.

"And your stupid fucking mouth," I groan out, sucking in a breath that never fully fills my lungs. His tongue dips into my pussy again, making another little groan follow my first. My thighs are clenched tightly at this point, quaking furiously. Sal never tries to stop me, doesn't calm me. It's clear how much he enjoys bringing me to ruin. "All the awful things you say, so many dirty words and you are so good with your tongue. I've never craved and loathed something so much in my life."

Sal smiles against my pussy-- I watch in pure amazement as the corners of his lips curl upward like what I said was everything he's always wanted to hear. It's so lewd, so perverted and I absolutely will never forget this moment.

One of his hands lets go of my ass, trailing down my thigh again but moving to the inside this time. As his teeth gently nip at my clit and his tongue laps at my pussy, the tips of his fingers press against my opening, a silent request for more of my profession of hatred. A profession I'm more than happy to give him.

"I can't imagine how much I'll hate the way you fuck me just because I know it'll be better than any sex I've had before," I tell him, watching his mouth move against my cunt with furrowed brows and my lips parted in intrigue. Oh, he's so good at what he does.

Sal's eyes meet mine again. Eye contact with him when he's in such an erotic position is incredibly intense. I feel like my entire body is going to crumple before he can finish me off and it all counts on if he's able to hold me up or not. But as soon as his cerulean gaze meets mine, two of his fingers sink into me. The action is slow, drawn out, and drags a nasty moan out of me in turn.

Sal whimpers against my pussy, taking care of me like he promised he would. When his fingers reach as far as they can go, he curls them, causing me to flinch at the sensuous feeling. There's so much going on to the point that every inch of my body feels impossibly overwhelmed.

My sensitive clit gets sucked into Sal's mouth again, but then he pulls away. His fingers make up for the absence of his tongue, pounding into me in the same salacious way he's done before.

"Is that all you've got?" he grumbles breathlessly, glazed eyes glaring into mine. This is the expression I'm used to with him-- anger and dominance.

I choke on the breath I try to take, my thighs pressing into his neck as his fingers slam in and out of my soaked cunt, digits only pausing their relentless pace to curl into me. I try to fight against my one working brain cell, try to form words for him, but-- "I can't." is all that I'm able to create, the two short words coming out as an imploring cry.

Sal stands, finger-fucking me into an alternate dimension. He hovers over me, his hair brushing my shoulders and neck. I watch him, an absolute mess beneath him but I can't look away-- even through the panting breaths that morph into whimpers and moans.

His eyes glance between mine, seemingly contemplating something in that meticulous mind of his.

"Yea, you can, gorgeous," he grinds out behind clenched teeth, using the hand that's gripping my ass to press me against his chest. Our even closer proximity somehow forces his fingers deeper into my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit. "Tell me more." My mouth is dry, I'm going to cum soon, and hopefully I don't actually fall over before that.

Sal takes a page out of my book, leaning closer to me and nipping at the skin of my throat. A little gasp falls past my lips and I finally let go of his hair, dragging my hand down to his neck. Those fingers work me to the core, never ceasing their movements and pushing into me with so much perfectly applied force.

His mouth moves along the side of my neck, his lips still wet from my juices. I have no idea what gave him the confidence, but I'm not mad. Everything that couldn't be done with his prosthetic can be done now and he's taking advantage of it. "Speak," he snaps, tone not so gentle or comforting like it was when this first began. "Or else."

My mind is blank. "I'm about to cum," I begrudgingly whisper, completely overtaken by his fingers thrusting into me and his thumb focused on my oversensitive clit.

I shut my eyes, my free arm wrapping around his shoulders. Every inch of my body is tense, senses heightened and alert. I don't think I can possibly hold on any longer-- I doubt Sal needed my confirmation to tell that I'm close.

His digits curl into me again, repeating the action. I follow up with a loud whimper, my nails digging into the skin of his neck as he sucks on the skin behind my ear. I wish he'd have ditched the prosthetic sooner because I've really been missing out.

The hand still gripping onto my butt retreats to my stomach, fingers disappearing under my shirt and crawling across my ribs to my bra. He treats it as if it isn't even there, hand easily dipping beneath the fabric. His palm envelops my breast, squeezing gently and massaging the skin. It's such a considerate touch compared to the way he treats the rest of my body-- he knows exactly where the sweet spots are.

"Cum," he commands, lips brushing the shell of my ear and fingers pounding into my sore cunt, thumb running over my hardened nipple.

My head drops onto his shoulder and with one more curl of his fingers, I do as he says and fall apart in his arms. I burst almost instantly, doing anything to keep myself silent over the feeling of his fingers gently caressing the inside of my pussy, riding me through my orgasm just like he did the first time. My teeth sink into his shoulder, a muffled whimper following soon after. Sal tenses up in my arms, a pleasured breath falling from his mouth and fanning over the side of my neck.

"Good girl," he purrs into my ear, lips skimming over the warm skin at my throat. He leaves one more sloppy kiss to my neck then pulls away to look into my eyes again. I can hardly hear anything he says as my teeth are forced away from his shoulder, still reeling from the orgasm that slammed into me nearly unannounced. My limbs feel like jelly as chills run up my spine. "You listen to me so well," he continues. I can't even look into his eyes; I just watch the way his lips move. How his tongue presses into the back of his teeth to pronounce a syllable. His sharp canines that undoubtedly left their own bruises on my skin.

I gulp, unable to peel my eyes away from the mouth that masterfully brought me to climax. For the first time ever, I wonder what his mouth would feel like against mine. How soft his scarred lips would feel, not on my skin, but captured by my own. What his tongue would taste like. What his teeth would feel like nipping at my lips.

Sal doesn't move away from me-- keeps our close proximity with his nose nearly brushing my mask's. He slowly, delicately pulls his fingers out of me but only continues to gaze into my eyes.

This is dangerous territory. Very dangerous. Because the impossible is coursing through me right now and I... somehow can't find it in me to hate him in this exact moment.

But then he blinks. Stands to his full height, moving away from me. His azure gaze turns to the desk I'm sitting on and he grabs my panties, offering them to me. Not an ounce of emotion evident on his face. I'd always wondered what he'd look like simply because I was curious if his face gave away his emotions better than his eyes could. It's pretty impressive how he's able to keep a straight mug though, RBF and all. Especially when he lifts the hand he fingered me with to his mouth and licks my cum off. He doesn't even look at me as his tongue runs up the length of his digit, just turns away from me and walks to the other side of the room.

I'm floored, jaw dropped and pussy wet. Again. That's really fucking hot.

I watch him strut away, follow his movements as he drops to his haunches and opens up his suitcase with his clean hand. He grabs something then faces me again, beginning to walk back with a finger still in his mouth.

My chest tightens at the sight. He can't be doing this to me. Not when Larry is going to be home any minute-- he needs to keep both his hands at his sides.

Thankfully, Sal has some mercy on me and finally finishes cleaning his fingers, eyes darting up to mine again. He walks up to me, right where I'm still sitting on top of his desk and drops fabric onto my bare thighs.

My brows furrow and I look down, grabbing lace. I lift it up, unfolding it to see that it's a near replica of the lace underwear he'd ripped off of me in Vegas. Only it's a completely brand new pair. No rips, no issues. My heart swells a bit at the gesture-- he bought a new pair like I'd told him to. I wasn't even serious, but he did it anyway.

I puff out my cheeks, contemplating what to say. Thank you's are virtually nonexistent between us. My eyes flit up to meet his again and he stuffs his hands into his pockets, watching me.

"You taste good," he nonchalantly comments, causing an infuriating blush to heat my cheeks.

"Thanks," I murmur, holding up the lace panties to show that I'm thankful for them too. "You taste pretty good too." He does. I'll have to return the favor to him when I get the chance.

A barely audible snort comes from him and I almost smile.

"I'd fuck you, but Larry will be back any minute and Ash probably isn't far behind him," he says, turning on his heel and walking toward the door. "I suggest you put your clothes back on. Panties are clean, I washed them."

My eyebrows raise and I pinch my lips together. Huh. "How kind of you," I say half sarcastically. Only half because it's helpful that they are clean-- it's almost like he knew he'd place me in a predicament where I needed fresh underwear. "You trying to kick me out?" I add. Of course he is, I'm just trying to make my way out of here as awkward-less as possible.

"Hell yea," he says proudly, "I have shit to do."

"Are you calling me a distraction?" I ask, looking toward him as I shimmy my underwear and shorts up my legs then start working on the button.

Sal tilts his head, hand on the doorknob. "And a mild aggravation."

"Oh, wow," I gasp, feigning surprise. "Mild? I must be working my way onto your good side."

"Fuck me good enough and we'll see how far you get," he replies, eyes watching my every move but face still unreadable as I begin walking toward him.

I roll my eyes. Of course. I pinch my lips together and give him a disinterested look. This is my lesson to never try to have a casual conversation with him again. He clearly doesn't want it, which, fair. Our agreement is sex, not friendship. "Okay," I say dramatically when he opens the door for me. "Bye, Sal."

The man nods his head, acknowledging the shift in the room. His eyes stay glued to mine like they have been the entire time I've been here. Now that I'm not distracted by his mouth on my pussy, I realize that this is an odd thing for him to do. He looks at me every once in a while, but not in such a... scrutinizing way.

He purses his lips and says, "Bye, y/n."

Every nerve-ending in my body suddenly shuts off. Everything is still. I have no thoughts for a moment, no physical reaction. Just stillness. I don't breathe, I don't move. I just watch him.

There's no way— he has to have mixed up my names. It has to be that.

And then everything hits me. Sal Fisher just said my name. And not the fake one that I've been hiding behind. He said my actual name— the one that's on my birth certificate. And now my hands are shaking, my heart is racing, my breaths are uneven, and I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"What the fuck," I say shakily. I'm not ready for this. I'm going to completely switch his thought process around-- "did you just say?"

The look in his eyes changes, they light up a bit as if he's caught me. And still he decides to mess with me. "Huh?" he innocently asks.

Okay, I'd really like to wake up now.

My eyes narrow. So that's the game he wants to play? This isn't the time and I don't have the mental capacity to handle this. Not only am I recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, but I was just getting over the overwhelming anxiety I suffered from yesterday.

"I'm not y/n, if that's what you're thinking," I rush to tell him, even adding in the fakest little smirk I've ever slapped onto my face. Anything to get him off my tail, whatever I can think of to save my ass. This really can't be happening to me.

He's still watching me speculatively and it's making my brain itch. "You know," he finally starts, voice disgustingly pleased. "I went out on a limb with that one." I watch in horror as a little smirk begins to grow on his face. I don't want to accept it yet, I really don't, but I think I'm fucked and not physically.

At the end of the day, he's still managed to fuck me in multiple ways. I cannot stand Sal Fisher.

"What are you even talking about?" I ask him, clearing my throat quietly while taking a safe step out of his door and into the living room. I try my best to keep my eyes on him while extinguishing the fear from my gaze. If I act horrified, he'll sniff me out instantly. That is, if he hasn't already.

Sal chuckles deeply— it's, shockingly, an amused and prideful one rather than something sick, dark, and twisted. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. I try my best not to adore the way his scars stretch with his laugh and the sight of his pretty teeth. "Any other woman would have assumed I was sleeping with someone else if I called them by another name," he says lightheartedly, tilting his head down a bit. "But you didn't. And that can only mean that I'm right."

I open my mouth to decline, fear thrumming through me. He caught me red handed. I can't fucking believe this.

"And don't try to deny it, you won't change my mind. I've been very sure of who you are for months now."

My head slowly begins to shake of its own accord. He never fails to shock me. "How..."

Sal shrugs. "You couldn't have timed your introduction more horrendously. Think about it," he says, chewing on his bottom lip. "I bitch at y/n over a phone call, then the next day, a wild VioletViolence pops into my life and isn't too surprised by my shitty personality. The second you were added to the Discord server, I had my suspicions." He shrugs nonchalantly, like the confirmation doesn't bother him in the slightest. "I talked it over with Larry and Todd too. They're pretty sure of your identity as well. They were just nice enough to wait for you to tell us on your own." His eyes narrow, sly like a fox. "But I'm not nice and wanted to know for myself. Wanted to scare you a bit too."

I swallow over the bile rising in my throat. Scare me, he did. I have no idea what to do with myself. I must look like a deer in headlights nearing its death sentence. "It... it doesn't bother you?" I decide to ask in a small voice, unable to blink as I watch him closely.

That same smug little smile is still lighting up his marred face as he says, "Regardless, I still can't stand you and I'll still fuck you stupid."

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A/N::::::: OMFFGGGGG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER FOR AGESSSSSS PLEASE!!! more specifically the end of it! i've had this last scene written since like... 2022 o_O

i want to give a HUGE thanks to my very good friend, Phoebe, who inspired me to write the catalyst of the smut scene with this AMAZING piece of art that they drew :3 i am soooo so grateful for having the opportunity to see the art in general, but getting to write it too??? OMG so incredibly grateful <33

side note: this is my first time writing a smut scene like this one-- well, actually any time i write a different kind of sex it's new for me LMFAO i am exploring EVERYTHINGGGG and i also have no idea if this is any good. so like last chapter, if y'all could give me some tips or things you like and didn't like, i would GREATLY appreciate it :3

i'm going catch up on my neglected homework. as always, have a wonderful morning/day/evening/night. my heart belongs to all of you <3

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𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Chapter five: Secret Candy Canes

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chapter 4

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It's Wednesday, which means two more days until Christmas break. It had also been two days since everything had happened with the flowers and the movies. Still, everything must continue. No one was really doing anything in class, as not even the teachers wanted to be there. Violet and Penny sat next to each other, history killing the both of them.

"Wanna get food after school today?" Penny texted the group chat which had been named Futuristic Four, considering how odd they all were. Wilbur, of course came up with the name. In seconds, each one of them began to reply.

Wil: Sure, let me tell my mom

Hiro: can we go to the burger joint, I want their fries

Vi: but they're so greasy :/

Penalicious: true, but they're also really salty ;)

Vi: ... penny do me a favor and log out for me

Wil: HSAHAHA

Hiro: penny where did that come from :00

Penalicious: I was hacked, sorry guys :(

Vi: mhm.. sure

Vi: I just texted my mom, she said I can go

Penalicious: YES, bless your mothers heart

Wil: I love Helen, she makes good food

Hiro: why don't we just tell her mom to cook

Vi: guys my mom isn't a personal chef, and I don't wanna be home right now

Penalicious: what time does this class end? i'm losing my mind

Wil: in like ten minutes

Wil: history isn't that bad

Hiro: says the one with the time machine

Vi: true

Wil: you like english, you cannot speak on this

Penalicious: he has a point

Vi: wow thanks penny -_-

Hiro: whats wrong with english

Vi: nothing they're just lazy

Penalicious: not true

Penalicious: i read

Vi: bed time stories for TODDLERS don't count

Wil: TODDLERS???

Hiro: penny... why...

Penalicious: okay moving on

Penalicious: where are we going to eat?

Penny noticed Violet asking the teacher for something, it was quiet in the class now that they had an actual assignment to do. Then, Violet walked out. Penny assumed she had to go to the bathroom.

Hiro: Idk, I suggested burger joint but Vi doesn't like the fries

Wil: *sent an image*

Penny tapped on the image, and a picture of Violet came up, standing at the water fountain waiting for her turn. The image was taken from inside Wilbur's class. Then, he sent another. This time Violet was looking at the camera, putting the middle finger up at him. Penny giggled quietly to herself.

Vi: Wilbur I'm shaving all your hair off in your sleep

Wil: WHAT?

Hiro: HAHAHAH SHE WOULD

Penalicious: guys they're selling candy canes

Penalicious: a girl in class is talking about it

Vi: it's supposed to be like a secret santa thing i think

Wil: yeah, I ordered one

Hiro: HUH?? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US???

Penalicious: OMG FOR WHO :0000

Wil: it's not for you guys to know

Wil: i'll think about it, maybe if I'm in the christmas spirit i'll tell you guys

Vi: guys the water fountain broke :(

Vi: the waters too cold

Hiro: i have an extra water bottle if you want

Vi: yes please, thank you

Violet waited a bit outside by the water fountain, and soon enough Wilbur came out. Violet smiled as he shut the classroom door before walking with her around the halls.

"So, who'd you get a candy cane for?" Violet asked, a smug look on her face. From July to now, the two had been what others would call harmless flirts. Usually the banter would be started by Wilbur, but upon recieving new information, Violet decided otherwise.

"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Wilbur shrugged, turning his nose up playfully. Violet giggled as the two walked around for a bit, just wasting time. It was the last period of the day, which was better since almost everyone was trying to just get the day over with.

"My moms having a dinner for my dad later, if you want you can join us. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." Wilbur said, knowing that Franny had been dying to see Violet.

"Sure, I'll go. Should I bring a gift?" She asks, and Wilbur shakes his head.

"You don't have too. It's just because one of his inventions finally got approved for mass production, so my mom wants to celebrate." Wilbur said as the two stopped outside of her class.

"That's good for him, since he's up in his lab all the time." Violet says, checking her phone to see Penny spamming her with texts. The bell would be ringing soon.

"Go to class, we have a few minutes left."Violet said, standing up a little more to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled before taking hold of her hand, kissing over it. It was something he did often, since he had been to nervous to actually kiss her again, at least without asking her.

Violet entered class to see Penny waving a candy cane around. Violet's eyes widened as she took her seat. "You got one?" Violet asked, before Penny shook her head, putting it on Violet's desk.

"No, but you did." She said, poking her. Violet took hold of the candy cane, reading the note attached to it. 'Merry Christmas Violet.' Was all it said, with a small heart next to it. Then, the bell rang, everyone getting up from their seats quickly. Violet and Penny walked out into the hall, talking about the candy cane. Penny said she needed to go to her locker, so Violet followed, the two continuing their conversation.

"Who would send you one? Maybe it was brick? Before he got back with Blossom." Penny said, but Violet shook her head.

"No, I don't think he ever really liked me like that." Violet said, before Penny gasped.

"What about Dipper?" Violet almost let out a laugh. Had she been a more honest, less secretive friend, she would've told her it was Wilbur. But she let Penny have her fun being a detective.

"It could be, but it's been a whole like," Violet stopped to count. They had broken up in May of last year. So, eight months. "Eight months, he wouldn't still try to be with me after that long. At least I hope not." Violet said, before Penny nodded, putting some books in her locker. She did care about Dipper, they had been together for five months, but they both agreed they were better off as friends. To her knowledge, he hasn't had another girlfriend since.

"Eight months of what?"Hiro asked, opening Penny's door to look at himself in the mirror.

"Dipper and Vi." Penny said, not noticing the way Wilbur tensed at the mention of it. He was actually friends with Dipper, until he got with Violet. "We're trying to figure out who got her a candy cane." Penny said, grabbing her gym bag from her locker to take it home for the day. Hiro's eyes widened before trying to cover up his expression,

"Oh, that makes sense. But they broke up a while ago." Hiro said, and Violet nodded. Wilbur shrugged, fixing his bag on his shoulder.

"We can talk about that later. I'm hungry." Wilbur said, and Penny closed her locker, pointing down the hall.

"Then let's go. Have we decided where we're getting food?" Penny asked, and Hiro shrugged.

"I dunno, Vi it's up to you." Hiro said, before Violet thought as they all walked down the hall, making their way out of the school.

"Why don't we get pizza? I'm sure they have fries on the menu somewhere." Violet said, and Penny nodded happily.

"Oh yes, pizza sounds good right now." She said, and Violet laughed. Violet took out her headphones and put one in, before offering the other to Penny, who shook her head as a no, deciding to engage in the conversation Hiro and Wilbur had stirred up. Violet put both headphones in as they walked out of the school, the courtyard filled with students. Violet had looked down, checking to see if her mom had sent her a message, before she saw she had actually gotten a message from her friend Luz.

Luz was in and out during the semesters of the year, and she had decided to go back to her other dimension to spend the winter break there.

Luz: Hey! My friends from the 'other side' wanna meet you! Is that okay? If not I can tell them you aren't feeling up to it.

Luz: Plus, Amity is here ;)

"Hey guys." Violet said, taking one headphone out. They stopped and looked at her, stopping on the side of the courtyard. "I'm gonna meet up with a friend real quick, you guys head to the pizza place, I'll be there soon." Violet said, not really giving them a time to answer. Penny raised a brow as she watched Violet quickly walk through the crowd.

"Is she okay?"Hiro asked, before Wilbur shrugged.

"Maybe we upset her?" Wilbur asked, before Penny shook her head, starting to walk again.

"No, when she's upset she doesn't really say anything. Maybe she just wants to see her friend." Penny said, fixing the strap on her shoulder bag. Hiro huffed, pulling on his own bag straps.

"But when do we not know her friends? Aren't we like the only people she talks too?" Hiro asked, before Penny scoffed.

"Please, Violet actually has a good number of friends. She meets them through art class, and music too." Penny said, and Hiro felt uneasy.

"So I have more competition? Is that what I'm hearing?" He asked, and Wilbur chuckled as they rounded the corner, walking down the street.

"It's only competition if you let them think they have a chance." Wilbur said grinning.

"Violet! You made it!" Luz said happily as she saw Violet walk over quickly, shivering a bit.

"Yeah, I'm going out with friends for pizza in a bit so I thought I would come say bye before you leave." Violet said hugging Luz. She smiled as they pulled away, waving to Amity. She had met Amity before, on the first day of school actually. Amity seemed calm, before she stepped to the side to show everyone else. Violet had also met Eda and King, who she thought were actually very funny.

"Hey kiddo, how's it been?" Eda asked, pulling Violet into a side hug while King hugged her leg.

"It's been alright, confusing." Violet said, and Eda gave a sad smile ruffling her hair.

"You're tough kid, you got whatever your dealing with." Eda said, before looking to Luz who motioned to everyone else.

"Violet, these are my friends! This is Willow and Gus, from school." Luz said, and Willow smiled calmly wile Gus grinned a bit. Willows hair was almost a teal color, and she had large glasses. She was around Luz's height, and she smiled sweetly waving. Gus was on the shorter side, around an inch shorter than Willow. His eyes were big and so was his smile. Amity then moved to the other side of Luz, gesturing to two other people, one with longer green hair, and the other with short green hair. Both were dressed in fur coats and warm gloves.

"These are my siblings, Edric and Emira. They insisted on coming along." Amity said with an eye roll, and Emira just smiled, walking over to Violet.

"You must be Violet. My brothers been very excited to meet you." She winks, and her brother blushes. Violet's eyes go wide and she lets out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, I-I couldn't understand why. But I'm flattered." She said smiling to Edric. This was gonna be a lot of explaining later.

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"Dirty Letters" by Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward.

https://a.co/8NeqDx1

When was the last time I read/reviewed a romance novel? Like... years ago?

I don't know what posessed me to read this today, but I recently read a really good Destiel fic with a similar premise (childhood pen pals who meet as adults, link below.) and since I remember liking this author team a lot, I figured it was a safe bet.

So I just finished chapter 8, and I decided to review this on the fly going forward, to track my reactions going forward.

There will probably be spoilers after this point.

(Can't remember how to place a cut on mobile)

To start with, I had to update my Kindle app and figure out how it works now. I am not a fan of how things are organized on here, but that's a problem for future Tess.

As far as my first impressions of the book go:

Perspective is alternating first person past tense. Which is fine.

Luca is the f!protag, and Griffin is the m!protag. They wrote letters back and forth under, at least partly, fake names as kids. Luca stopped writing after a traumatic event as a teenager, and she finds a letter from Griffen after her dad passes away, and she decides to re-establish contact.

Right off the bat, the exposition regarding Luca's trauma was terribly written. It's explained partly in just an info-dump and partly when she just tells a bunch of it to her therapist. Why do it this way when you have the vehicle of letters right there? Instead, she writes to Griffin after all the exposition and apparently fills him in, but the letter does not appear in the text.

The exposition was awkward, and the talking to her therapist was awkward as well because her therapist, a kind of elderly, eccentric Doctor Doolittle type, has been her therapist long enough that he should know all this.

Also her therapist is her best/only friend, and doesn't charge her.

Also also Luca has a pet pig, and I call shenanigans because pigs are huge.

As for Griffin, he writes like a 13 year old and it's incredibly offputting. He's apparently a massive rock star. Since Luca's trauma involves a rock concert, this bodes ill for the future.

He is hiding this from Luca, and doesn't want to exchange pics.

Their letters, according to the author, are "increasingly flirty" although it isn't flirty so much as horny, in an online hookup way, and not a way that feels normal after a short time swapping letters via snail mail.

It's coming across as squicky, not hot.

And besides the no-photo thing, Griffin hired a PI to track her, and as of the end of chapter 8, Luca's therapist (Doc... does he have a name? Idk) showed up with an RV to drive her to California to stalk Griffin.

And also there's a whole thing with Furbies that is just... ugh... y i k e s.

Anyway I guess I will keep going. The rest of this will be more live reactions:

Up to Chapter 11. She did decide to go to spy on him, and I don't like it.

Ch 12. They've met irl. They're both lying to each other. I don't like it.

They didn't drag it out, thank fuck.

Also somehow an entire roast pig was served which is horrible but kinda funny.

Absolutely terrible first kiss. Just "sorry about the pig" "omg its youuu" *smash kiss*

These people have no chemistry at all.

Ahhhaha... I hauled my ass through the rest of the book and it was really boring. I don't even wanna say anything else.

All the bad stuff I covered earlier. The smut was boring and perfunctory, the chemistry was nonexistant, the characters were bland, and aside from Doc there were no supporting characters.

Most of the book revolved around Luca overcoming her anxiety. Which, fine, I guess. Idk. I wasn't engaged.

So end result is 5/10 Tess does not recommend. But it's not like, obnoxiously terrible.

Anyway, I promised a link to a better pen-pals-to-lovers story, so I am linking that below. If you are here due to the Romance Novel tag and not the Destiel tag, I still recommend it, because it's an AU, and it could be read fandom blind.

Have fun!

#romance novels #tess reviews #tess recommends #fanfic #destiel #pen pals to lovers

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caitlinsnicket · 2 years

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you're inexperienced (arcane preference)

a/n: THIS IS FILTH BE WARNED. I'm so happy so many people are enjoying my work, please tell me if I could improve in something. I hope you enjoy!

| Jinx

"oh toots, that just makes this even better"

makes the whole experience super fun

holds your chest in her hands and squeezes softly until you whimper

kisses you all over

looooooves teasing

let's you touch her as you please, shows you how she likes it

the first times feel more like a heated make-out session than actual sex, because of how laid back it is

just a lot of exploring and a lot of touching

will ask directly if you'd like to fuck

"i just want a tiny taste, pretty pleease?"

loves watching your reactions to what she does, giggles all the time

the queen to making you feel satisfied and giddy

| Vi

flushes a little

oh well, she can help you with that

will always start by pleasuring you, staying an eternity on every section of your body

goes down on you like it's her last meal

"stay still sweet tits, i gotta get the right angle"

will feel a little shy when you first ask to touch her, but will let you nonetheless

gets hot when you're kneeling in front of her

small kisses all over the place

"is this good? is this okay?"

WILL NOTICE WHEN YOU KEEP STARING AT HER ARMS AND JUST SMIRK

"you can touch 'em if you want to, kitty"

just wants you to teach her name to your neighbors

| Caitlyn

she's a little inexperienced herself

besides a few make-out sessions and the things she heard from other girls in school, she doesn't know a lot about sex

but she's a fast learner

fingers you slowly, kissing your neck and being attentive to your reactions

went beet red the first time she saw you in a bra

went about eating you out as if it was a mission

accomplished btw

a lot of staring, just trying to get under your skin

keeps saying you don't need to return the favor, but just because she's shy

doesn't want to let her voice out at first, but keep trying hard enough and she'll be a mess

in the first few times she suggested the shower, so you two could have an excuse in case things got too intense

bites you all the time to see what you'll do

| Ekko

cha cha real smooth

no but really that boy's got game

sweeps you off your feet and tells you not to worry

tells you exactly what he's doing and asks if you're okay with that

"hold on princess, let me do the work"

guides your hands to his hair as he goes down on you for the first time

teases and smiles as you get breathless

won't stop until you turn into mush

kisses your cheeks all the time

likes to wait for you to start your heated moments, partially to tease you and partially to make sure you're okay

neck kisses are heavenly

"you can pull harder, hot stuff"

makes you feel sexy

"you keep making that face, i won't be able to last long"

| Silco

super calm and super laid back

everything will be so fine you won't even realise you two are having sex

PRAISE KING

"you're doing perfect, doll. that's it, keep your mouth open"

will test the waters regarding your kinks and experimenting, watching your reactions to see what works for both of you

makes you feel comfortable enough to let go, as you know he's able to take care of you

respects you so much oh lord

ABSOLUTELY HAS A SAFE WORD AND USES THE COLOUR SYSTEM OMG

a soft, supportive, hot dom

| Viktor

so gentle

big on hand holding

kisses your neck a lot to get you to relax

doesn't expect you to do anything to him, just wants you to feel good

"prop your hips up zaya, I want to taste you"

asks you to be vocal with him, so he knows everything is alright

he's in control, but still a mess

anything you do makes him amazed and his ears are red the entire time, which boosts your confidence

will absolutely have conversations about sex before you do it

hUGS AND CUDDLES

will absolutely masturbate you while asking you to read something aloud

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I read your rules and I have no idea if this violates them, feel free to ignore if it does </3

But I just think it would be funny if the older Ericson kids are playing truth or dare and reader has to play flip, marry, kill and they say their name almost immediately.

I didn’t explain that well ‘cause I’m stupid but I mean like

Violet: “Okay. Flip, marry, kill. Mitch-“

Reader: “Flip Mitch.”

Violet: “I didn’t even… Tell you the other options yet…”

3005

in which you're very forward in your feelings for mitch in a game of flip, marry kill :O

season : four

character : mitch

song : 3005 , childish gambino

date : 25th october 2021

note : this is on the shorter side but i absolutely loved writing it omg

a round of laughter filled the circle of players as aasim told the truth of him stupidly breaking his fingers. aasim's lips tugged in a straight line and he looked away in embarrassment, staring at his fingers that had by now healed.

"okay, vi, truth or dare?" he asked once everyone quieted down, looking back up.

violet, who sat on a bench with her knees up to her chest, hesitated for a moment before answering. "dare!" she spoke confidently, as if she would do any dare in the book.

now aasim was quiet for a moment, conferring with those around him to come up with ideas. when you're stuck in an apocalypse, it's difficult to do some of the dares you used to be able to; show everyone your search history on your phone, or your last taken video on your camera roll. now it was boring stuff being asked, like try not to die when you next encounter a monster. finally, with a smirk on his face, aasim looked back up at violet.

"we dare you to kiss the person to your left!"

now, the person on violet's right was someone she definitely would not want to kiss: louis. the girl groaned, her face contorting into an expression of absolute disgust. but, she got it over with, pressing a split-second kiss to louis's grimy cheek, which was caked with dirt and whatnot; needless to say, it was a cheek violet wasn't wanting to be kissing.

with a roll of her eyes, violet turned to the next person, trying to figure out who to ask. and her grey storm of eyes landed on you. "y/n, truth or dare?"

when violet's annoyed like this in a game of truth or dare, anything you choose is going to be bad. if she's been wronged by someone, her wrath will attach to someone else until she's satisfied with all the havoc she's created. but, in reality, violet's not that bad, she just finds it funny. however, you opted to go for the safer option.

"truth."

violet looked around the circle. "okay, easy-beans. flip, marry, kill!" everyone groaned or chuckled as she searched for someone to be her next victim. "mitch—"

without a beat, "flip mitch." you shot a cheeky smile to mitch, who went all red and had to look away.

chuckling, violet says, "i didn't even get to say the other options. are you sure?"

you shrugged nonchalantly. "okay, then say the others. see who i pick then."

"mitch," violet began again, eyes wandering the group of players. "aasim, and... me."

"well," you began with a sigh, taking a moment to answer to make it seem as though you were deep in thought. "flip mitch." and as soon as you said that, everyone began either cheering, clapping or laughing — but mitch still stared at his shoes, face a perfect shade of red. "marry... violet, which means kill louis. sorry, louis."

louis chuckled from his seat on the bench beside violet. "no biggie."

willy, who sat on the arm of the bench next to louis, spoke up. "who are you going to ask now?"

"right, yeah!" you go around the circle, trying to choose someone who hadn't gone yet. "ruby! truth or dare?"

#newajgo #the walking dead game #twdg imagine #twdg imagines #twdg #twdg reaction #twdg reactions #twdg x reader #twdg the final season #twdg mitch #mitch #twdg mitch x reader #newajgo requests

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S2 WISHFUL THINKING

hey hi hello! i haven’t really been active on tumblr but i wanted to get back into the swing of being active and posting often. so.

i decided i will take note of some of my predictions, hopes, wishes etc. for Season 2 of Rainbow High!

so i kinda wanna just cover the things we canonically have seen aka specific events and drama that has gotten introduced

- The New Roommates / Series 3 Girls

i feel like we will definitely see more of them within the coming episodes. rainbow high literally advertised the new teams as like… i think the second or third teaser for the new season

it’s interesting to me because. this makes me think of What The Runway Project is? what could it possibly be? i believe i made a post about this in the past but the main theory (and theory i believe the most in) would be a Stage Production of sorts. i mean… it makes sense!

the twins are both Performing Arts focus and are definitely the antags this season. so why wouldn’t they cause trouble in regard to a stage play? plus, bella is back. she’s literally a set designer! we have never seen her do any set designing (other than making a sketch) so it would be fun to see that! if river were to get more focus this season, he would definitely have an outlet to channel his Performing Arts creativity! plus… Daria is a song writer so like. imagine if we were to get music out of that? please. the possibilities are endless.

im also eager to see the series 3 girls dynamics. like are the rest of the girls (gabriella, georgia, emmy and daphne) all roomed together? do they get along? will they all be just as dramatic as stella, sheryl and daria’s dynamic?

but anyway. whatever the drama and the semester project is, the new teammates definitely seem to be playing a crucial role in this season.

- The Twins

i’m actually really eager to see more of them. i feel like not enough people are talking about them? season 2 is actually really interesting so far…. maybe more so than season 1… and i feel like we are going to have to thank the twins for that at some point lol

like. idek what they’re planning on doing but. i’m excited to see what it is! they’ll probably be involved in the semester project or at least causing problems to all of the roommates and teams. they’ll definitely have something going on with bella. and it seems that they have a good bond with karma (after the KWK we got). so maybe they’ll have input in any potential drama with Karma. which leads me to

- Karma VS. Violet

so. this drama has been teased at for like. ever. for what feels like forever.

this moment in Karma’s bio PLUS the commentary about violet from her and the twins in the recent KWK episode. but anyway. i’m actually super interested in whatever this drama could be??? like. why is karma watching.

we know violet adores karma, she really wants to have her in the vi life. so i’m sure she basically looks up to her! but like. will karma actually genuinely be nice with violet? keep a distance? make remarks like she did in her recent vlog? i don’t know. idk what to expect. of course it’ll have to do with vlogging or something.

- Bella

ok so there is a few things to note with bella. i’m still interested in if bella will accept to do an interview with Karma for her vlog? if so, i wonder how that would go. and i wonder how violet would feel about it. like the very last time bella was featured in vi’s vlog was on a bad note (even though they made up) but like. idk AAA

also i’m wondering how bella is gonna handle being back to rainbow high. because so far it seems she’s having trouble fitting in. will the key to her fitting in be Jade? will Jade help her figure everything out? or would it be someone else?

as much as i’d love Jade to be the reason Bella starts to feel more at home, i also love the other idea of Amaya being the reason bella feels comfortable again. Amaya was once the new girl (and of course in an awkward position because she was essentially a replacement for bella’s spot in the runway group) but. she didn’t fit in. she had to find her place at rainbow high… and it took her until the runway show to be able to truly feel comfortable.

and like. i’ve been rooting for bella/amaya dynamic for awhile now. i see a lot of potential in this duo. we know they somewhat have tension. i mean. bella had a really awkward confrontation with amaya and that was rly their first and last conversation. sure they’ve been around each other like in the music video, at the end of s1, and when bella walked into the girls dorm s2ep2 but like. that’s it.

SO ANYWAY. what i’m trying to get at is that these two definitely need to become friends. i mean. they have a LOT in common. i was talking about the new girl situation because i feel like they can relate in that way. they both had an awkward entrance into rainbow high and could bond over that. it took amaya awhile to feel at home at rainbow high… so maybe she could become friends with bella and help her feel at home! they’re both very determined leader types. they’re really passionate and! they have the same friend group! so why not become friends?

- Jade and Bella

of course i will wonder about these two! i have no clue what to expect with them. the fandom and myself are really really really wanting to see these two become a canon sapphic couple. i really want to see this happen! and mga knows this. mga knows we want to see jella happen. i mean, they literally snatched the ship name from us and plastered it into their vlogs. so they KNOW

anyway. these two are literally going through it rn. the way jade’s eyes lit up when she saw bella was back at rh. and now both of them are looking for each other and worried about each other. jade thinking bella is mad at her rn? please. i will sob. they are really holding off this jella reunion but i hope it’s for a good reason. i just want them to talk and have a good reunion… a hug……. happy tears, happy smiles…………..a love confession…

- Amaya

so i don’t really have much to say here but i’m just wondering about amaya this season. she’s definitely been advertised so much to the point that she essentially became like. THE main focus in season 1. this peeved some people but personally i loved amaya being like a sort of main character figure. she didn’t really take attention away from the other characters but also had that energy of being a main character anyway.

my point is, though, idk how she will play out in this season? like is she going to be as much of a main character as the main 6 are…. or will she play a bigger role? i have no clue. it seems bella is going to have a key focus this season, which makes sense, but it still just makes me wonder about amaya’s role this season

- Colin

i just hope this man does not get a development arc. i know some people want him to…. but i just. i don’t. i don’t understand. the point of him existing was to show that cheating is wrong and to display girl power. by teaching that skyler didn’t need a man to prove her worth. that she is her own person. her own strength! i really hope that colin and bella don’t have anything omfg.

- Winter Break

i’m really. REALLY excited for the winter break arc. it’s about time we get to see some backgrounds outside of rainbow high! plus the animated tidbits of ruby, sky, and violet in their wb outfits in the wb commercial was everything.

i’m so excited to see their new hairstyles, to see them with their snow gear and more. omg. of course i think the twins will be involved in this arc someone. krystal briefly mentioned the twins’ family having a ski lodge. and then of course we see sunny with her skis so like. yea!! i just wonder how these episodes would play out. or episode. but anyway like… will they just vibe? or will there be a problem of sorts? if it’s winter break then it probably won’t tie into school or like projects or anything like that

- Kia Hart

i’m actually hoping kia gets some focus this season. like. what is she going to do? is she going to pair another couple together? (if so, please be jella. okay wait seriously what if she is the key to reuniting jade and bella together… anyway) i just hope to see more of her and possibly more of her and krystal together haha. but kia just vibes so far, it would be lovely to get more of her!

- The A’s

so ainsley is finally beginning to get some attention! i really hope we continue to get more of her as well as avery, and aidan of course! we did get a bunch of content of aidan but you can never have enough honestly.

but i just wonder about how the A’s will be this season. like will they do anything significant? are bella and avery going to remain close? what is going on!!!

- The Malibu Line

so we literally know nothing about this except

but i still wonder like. if we will get to see anything about it at any point during the web series. perhaps it would be more of a summer thing. but it definitely means something if Bella is in it! (also i’m just generally excited for her new doll. omfg.)

- The Rock Line

so we also know almost nothing about this except

saw someone discuss that the music being heard during s2ep2 could be in regards to the rock battle. honestly. what if this is some sort of project? battle of bands or something? that would be cool lol. anyway i’m intrigued for this line mainly because of all the clothing leaks we have been getting omg.

- The Slumber Party Line

we have known about this for a little while (with the theory of the baby blue girl being in it) but i’m just curious as to who the characters are and if they will be in the web series at all.

- Jett Dawson

okay so. this is a big one. jett being a collector doll, i feel like she’ll definitely play a crucial role in the series. so like. who will she be to the main characters? it says she’s generally nice. why was she giving that look to the girls after their runway performance? IDK! i have no clue what to expect with her. i feel like the expectations i had for amaya (before we knew anything about her) will be put into jett because. the vibes i got from amaya ever since we just had her doll… i am also kind of getting from jett. so i’m eager!

#rainbow high #rainbowhigh #rainbow high dolls #rh: episode predictions #rh: theories

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silvysartfulness · 3 years

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Omg I saw that you used to write for the assassin’s creed fandom and honestly what a throwback 😭 are they on livejournal?

Aahhh, this is the part where I have to admit, I don't think I ever put any of those drabbles online! It was more a fun thing me and wife used to do, writing very very short 5 minute one-shots based on single word-prompts.

Oh, wait! Apparently I actually still have them, in an old folder of mine! Will post under a cut. These are AC 1-3-brotherhood, primarily focused on the latter.

La Volpe/Cesare post the fall of the Borgia was my main rarepair ship in that fandom, so that's the main (if occasionally only implied) focus for a lot of these. (CW some dubcon/non-con under the cut, so be warned.) 😊

1 Unwillingness

It goes against everything he is, a greater challenge than any battlefield taken on. Snarling, eyes blazing his defiance, Cesare submits for now.

2 Memento

”Something to remember me by,” murmurs Volpe softly against the sensitive skin of his neck, and it's all Cesare can do not to yelp as those vicious teeth leave a bleeding gash in his ear.

3 Baseline

He still doesn't trust Machiavelli, Volpe muses, and it's equally clear Machiavelli doesn't trust him. Perhaps their shared love of secrecy is the one dependent thing about their relationship.

4 Sniper

He has shot guards from rooftops, towers, horseback, beams and the treacherous crumbling tops of ancient stone pillars. So why was it, muses Ezio afterward, that he hadn't even thought of pulling crossbow or gun out as his sworn enemies held their short council in the courtyard a few measly yards below his feet?

5 Birthplace

It is in Masyaf the order of Assassins was born into what it is now. Searching for answers Ezio sets out on the longest journey of his life, back to the beginning of all.

6 Denunciation

It is hard to remember what it was like to have faith, Cesare thinks, but easy to remember when it was lost. What God could ever work through the instrument that was Alexander VI, his father?

7 Distaste

”Volpe, you didn't!” Ezio exclaims, his face a mask of distaste. Volpe smirks.

”Oh, it was not at all bad. Cesare is well trained.”

Ezio shudders. ”That is exactly what bothers me!”

8 Elimination

Constantly, frustratingly one step behind, it is little Cesare can do as his allies are meticulously taken out by the Assassins one by one. And yet it is not until the last of those on his side willingly turn their backs on him that he realizes this battle is lost.

9 Bluntness

”You can do as I say,” says the master thief matter-of-factly, turning the vial of antidote over in his spindly fingers, ”or you can spend the night dying slowly while vomiting your innards all over the floor. The choice is yours.”

Pale with fury Cesare chooses to live.

10 Turf

The Assassins had been myth, legend, bed-time stories to frighten a young boy already afraid of the dark. But as they dealt an all but deadly blow to his father inside the Vatican itself, Cesare grimly declares war. Roma is his city, and all who oppose his rule must be swiftly and mercilessly dealt with.

11 Assassination

He burns for the ideals, fights the fight with passion and utter devotion. But when Shaun's shaking hands lower the suddenly impossibly heavy gun he knows something he'dnever even thought about (Innocence? Compassion? Humanity?) has perished as surely as that very first body at his feet.

12 Apprentice

He remembers a gangly youth skidding across slippery roof tiles, trying so hard to keep up and even harder to hide his inability to do so. La Volpe silently studies Il Mentore and considers he's no longer sure who would lead the way across the rooftops.

13 Debris

Ezio swears as the ceiling collapses over the bed he shared with Caterina until moments ago – his armor and weapons are buried in the rubble and will be hard to replace. He does not yet know they will be the least of his losses this day.

14 Scolding

Altaïr has never been one to accept blame or criticism for his actions, but something about the way Malik's not-there left arm twitches as to shake a not-there fist in his face as the man speaks makes him look away in hidden shame.

15 Torrent

The rain pours down over the city, making roofs and cobblestones alike wet and slippery. Volpe tugs his collar tighter around his shoulders against the biting cold and idly contemplates if a trip to the Castello would be worth the trouble.

16 Anchor

He cheats and steals and tells honeyed lies with the ease of a snake. But his eyes can be oceans and his touch velvet – sometimes Ezio wonders if his always restless, inspiration-ridden friend keeps Salai around just to remember what it's like to be human.

17 Truce

”It would be nice,” says Machiavelli evenly, ”if you would not so readily name yourself judge, jury and executioner the next time you fall victim to unfounded suspicion.”

”Fine,” mutters Volpe, frowning. ”It would be niceif you were not so secretive. And stop trying to steal my spies. Get your own.”

”Fine,” Machiavelli replies with a minute smirk.

Fellowship is knowing just when your brother-in-arms is lying.

18 Nook

There are many unknown and unseen hiding places among the rooftops of Florence. On his back, hair plastered against his face and hot breath against his ear, Giovanni concludes it's very handy that La Volpe always knows to find one when you need it.

19 Orgy

These parties are more to his father's tastes than his his, Cesare firmly tells himself, perhaps letting his eyes linger thoughtfully on the multitude of courtesans a moment longer than intended. Then a familiar slender hand grazes his thigh and he is reminded that the only person even close to matching his own schemes, cunning and skill is the woman on the throne next to his.

20 Scoff

”I spend all my time in the Animus,” Desmond frowns, ”Lucy's keeping an eye on Abstergo and Rebecca... hacks and stuff. What do youdo, really? Anyone could use, what, Google and Wikipedia?”

Shaun grins or at least bares his teeth.

”You mean Templar Central One and Two? No, it's called obtaining knowledge, Desmond - sifted like little gold nuggets of fact from the vast sands of ignorance you're so fond of burying your head in. Google can't help you there, I'm afraid.”

21 Scolding

At the time, Ezio always figured Giovanni's constant nagging and pleading with him to stay out of trouble was only the worrying of an overprotective father. Only later was he taught discretion was part of the ancient Assassin's creed. He never got very good at it, even so.

22 Bonfire

No-one is entirely sure why Julius II has tempered justice with mercy for now and opted for his enemy's imprisonment rather than death sentence. As far as la Volpe is concerned, the way Cesare goes pale whenever the topic is brought up is at least good for entertainment.

23 Nakedness

Being exposed holds no particular shame for him, but the walls and floor are freezing to the touch, draining precious warmth from his aching body. Now would be a prudent time for an accursed thief to show up with a blanket to bargain for.

24 Arbiter

It was funny, Machiavelli drily noted in his notebook, how God and Divine Justice so often were on the side of the biggest army with the sharpest swords.

25 Purgatory

The land burns, smoke choking the sky and tinting the sun a sickly shade of blood. It is with a cold and unfamiliar sense of foreboding Cesare hurries through the flames toward the towering walls of the fortress to escape this hell on earth – one way or another.

26 Fingernail

Ezio has more than his fair share of scars adorning his hardened body, some remembered more fondly than others. He would never dream to ask Caterina to trim her nails, or use them just a touch more carefully.

27 Slavery

The Creed dictates freedom of thought, and in his reckless youth Altaïr would use it as justification for any rash impulse. But the older he grows, the more he comes to realize freedom and all its crushing responsibility can be the harshest master of all.

28 Carnivore

When confronted on his nasty habit of biting, Volpe only grins and quips something about foxes and their nature. Cesare is tempted to snap he's often seen dirty foxes prowling the back streets for garbage, but can see where Volpe would go with that, and so holds his tongue.

29 Bluntness

Ezio is too flustered after his mother's blunt request he find other outlets than vaginas to realize the enthusiastic young artist at his side seems more than eager to offer a few suggestions on the particular subject.

30 Vow

He will live, Cesare vows. He will live, he will regain his freedom, his power and his army. At any cost. And then they will. All. Pay.

31 Blending

It was simply not fair, thought Machiavelli, that no matter how solid your acting, no matter how meticulousyour disguise, Volpe would immediately spot you in a crowd and grin at you. Clearly spying on the sly old fox called for more cunning means, he conceded as he made his way to the Rosa to shamelessly bribe Claudia for information.

32 Misconduct

“Not that we are in any particular hurry to the Castello,” Orsini says, the knuckles of his war-gauntlet quite pleasantly buried in Cesare's face, “but things would just be easier all around if you would stop squirming and came quietly.”

33 Ultimatum

“If you don't stop hogging my mp3-player,” Rebecca whispers softly in Shaun's ear, “I'll tell Lucy exactly whatyou and Desmond used her yoghurts for last night.”

34 Takeover

“Stop!” Lucrezia commands as the soldiers feed the paintings to the fire – already the image of a swan is crackling and fading to black amongst the flames. Such a waste of beauty. She hasn't even realized Cesare is standing behind her, fierce and bloodied after the battle, until he speaks.

“You like them?”

She nods, and he touches her cheek with a smile, careful not to stain her hair.

“Then they are yours. A memento of the day the Assassini fell.”

35 Afterlife

“I blame you for this,” says Cesare flatly as the imps re-heat the lake of boiling tar. Again. “There is no God, you said. No heaven and no hell, you said. Stupid old bastard.”

Rodrigo mutters something about Hell being other people, but will have to concede that in this trifling matter, yes, he was mistaken.

36 Distaste

He would rather be hated than forgotten, Cesare sullenly thinks, rubbing his stiff hands for warmth. Bony, filthy, with the matted long hair of a hermit falling into his face, he has to settle for the guards' contempt. At least it's better than pity.

37 Slavery

He isn't really paid, Leonardo thinks, merely kept alive, yes. Not really compensated as such. And so the construction of the intricate war-machines is really on the consciences of his masters, not his. Sting of guilt quenched he returns to the blueprints with renewed fevered enthusiasm.

38 Probation

“What's the catch”, asks Cesare with deepest suspicion.

“No catch,” Volpe assures, looking innocent. “Just a reward for your recent good behaviour. Keep it up and there may a meal and a hot bath in it for you, too.”

Cesare does not for a moment believe they are just going out 'to stretch their legs', but a meal does sound inviting. He follows.

39 Adversity

Ezio strongly disapproved of the idea of his little sister taking over the Rosa in Fiore, and he frankly can't say whether he is more disappointed or proud when it flourishes under her care.

40 Bluntness

“You are a thief,” Machiavelli growls, piqued into a rare display of anger. “A liar and a cheat and an honourless thief!”

Volpe grins.

“All those things. And I'm still better than you.”

41 Scheming

Ezio gave the Apple to Mario, who had it stolen by Cesare, who gave it to Leonardo, who found it plucked out of his helpless hands by the Pope and his daughter. He ponders life was easier when he was just a painter. The Apple is a thing of awe, but the intrigues in its wake make his head hurt.

42 Favorite

It wasn't that Cesare particularly hated his older brother. It was just that while he no longer childishly sought his father's approval, the position as the Pope's favorite son came with several practical perks. Unfortunately for Juan, that meant he simply had to go.

43 Truce

When things are civilized, they can be bearable, almost even pleasant. The food is good, the wine plentiful, and Volpe's skilled fingers all but gentle. An unspoken truce, no matter how temporary. But neither man ever forgets the truth, which is war.

44 Scour

They answer to no-one, self-proclaimed executioners beyond all law. Too much blood on their hands now. Just before sunrise Cesare gives the command to attack. The cleansing of Monteriggioni has begun.

45 Extrovert

To hold his own council and play his cards close to his heart has always been his way, and he knowshe is a master at his game. And yet, Machiavelli can grudgingly admit to himself, it isn't until the boisterous chaos in human guise that is Ezio bursts in on the Roman scene that he begins to see how they will win this war.

46 Protagonist

“I will avenge the cowardly, treacherous plot against my father,” he thinks. “I will root out all those involved, every single one, and I will kill them and all they stand for.”

No-one ever sets out to be a hero, only to do what is right.

For Cesare, the path ahead is clear.

47 Willpower

It is never easy. Every time Altaïr visits his (his!) bureau in Jerusalem, Malik has to struggle with himself not to slay the man in his sleep. On many a moonlit night, only a lifetime of discipline stays the blade in his white-knuckled hand.

But strangely, it does get easier over time.

48 Esacalation

At first it had been mere proof of his ability to go anywhere in Roma as well he pleased, the taunting and impotent rage in response a given bonus. After some time, forced still-furious intimacy gained through blackmail had appeared a logical step. Then force turned out redundant. As Cesare clings to him, nails biting into his arms and teeth bared with need, Volpe admits to himself he would never have suspected the caged Borgia would so willingly use him to sate his desires – nor the other way around.

49 Torrent

Raw grief fades over time, a broken heart healed into a dull ache. The thing that keeps Claudia from sleeping at night is not all she has lost, but her screaming frustration at not being able to take her fate, and that of those responsible, into her own hands.

50 Danger

The peaceful life he had envisioned just the evening before will have to wait, Ezio grimly decides, pressing a hand to his wounded shoulder and focusing on not falling off his horse. And despite the shock, grief and pain, it somehow feels right. He has lived this life so long, he isn't sure he remembers how not to.

51 Splattering

Leonardo likes to buy birds at the market and set them free, watching with dreaming eyes as they take to the endless sky. Once, Ezio surprises his friend with twenty white doves. Much belatedly he wishes he'd remembered that stressed pigeons prefer to lighten their load before taking off.

52 Ramification

“It is time you take responsibility for your actions,” Rodrigo snarls, and Cesare struggles with the impulse to scream, childishly, “But father, younever did!”

53 Concession

“I'm not sure we should...”

Lover and Thief, silhouettes in the dark, alone. A light touch.

“Come now. It will be good, I promise.”

“But, what if...”

“Ssh. Are we not both Assassins? Everything is permitted.”

His honed thief's nerves tingling with foreboding warnings, La Volpe allows Claudia to persuade him in the end, knowing Ezio will probably kill him, and that it will no doubt be worth it.

54 Leer

You can't even seehis face in the shadows beneath the cowl. And yet, Volpe just standing there outside the bars, nonchalantly leaning one hand against the wall, makes Cesare want to scream. Or punch him hard. Preferably both.

55 Whisper

Ezio reflects that there are few other voices he would instantly recognize by just a short, urgent uttering of his name. His hesitation to turn around stems not from uncertainty, but the childish wish to postpone the trial of his oldest friend's rumored treason just a few moments longer.

56 Absurdity

At first Ezio had felt confused, then worried and finally terrified. But as they've fled Florence and the man introducing himself as uncle Mario tells him that his family belongs to an ancient clan of legendary assassins, relief washes over him. Finally is clear it has all been an insane dream. He can't wait to wake up.

57 Experimentation

Leonardo da Vinci is a true genius, his brilliant mind always seeing the world through a lens of wonder. Nothing escapes his never-sated curiosity – but that a small poseable wooden mannequin could be used like that? Cesare is a man not easily impressed, but will have to admit the artist rarely fails to amaze.

58 Farewell

It is with uncharacteristic kindness Volpe kisses him, between shared gasps for air after their final tryst. A last goodbye before the approaching dawn will see Cesare on his way to exile in Spain.

”Growing sentimental, old fox?” the younger man scoffs at him. ”No need. I shall return soon enough, and repaint the walls of Roma with Assassin blood.”

Volpe just smiles. He has already helped Ezio prepare his own journey and knows with certainty that Cesare will never again return to Rome.

59 Turf

”Maybe Giovanni could get away with doing paperwork all day over in Florence,” Mario says, and his tone clearly states what he thinks about his brother's choice. ”But arround here we train Assassins, not accountants or delivery boys.”

Ezio's body has never ached as much in his life as it does after his first day of training with his uncle.

60 Smoothness

When she smiles her deep red lips are like tantalizing rose petals, framed by sun-ray golden hair. She is smooth, flawless, perfect. But every rose has its thorns, and Lucrezia's are laden with poison.

61 Kneeling

Every fiber of Ezio's body strains desperately to regain control as he jerks like a puppet on golden strings of light.

”You are lucky,” breathes Rodrigo in a low, husky growls, leaning hard on the staff after the battle, ”So verylucky, little Assassin, that I am in a hurry.”

As the dagger sinks into his guts, Ezio briefly thinks that indeed, it could have been so much worse.

62 Purgatory

The imps don't know whether to feel amused or put out that the screaming, flailing argument between father and son has by now escalated to the point they don't even seem to register the lake of boiling tar anymore. A bit of respect for good solid workmanship, is that too much to ask?

63 Lick

It has to be said in favour of Machiavelli's assassin reflexes that the unexpected lick at his ear out of the dark earns Volpe neither a jump or a shriek but a rapid fist to the nose.

Only half an hour later, safely home in his bedroom, does Niccolo allow himself to contemplate what might have otherwise transpired.

64 Bonfire

It is a sad thing, reflects Ezio in hindsight, older, wiser, that compared to all the priceless art and knowledge fed to fire during Savonarola's mad reign of Florence, the mere loss of a human life that ended it is remembered with little sense of loss or revulsion.

65 Last

After Mario's death, Ezio has felt the weight of being the last Auditore Assassin ever heavier on his shoulders. But as he watches Claudia fearlessly take her leap of faith, he wonders how he could ever have been blind enough to think himself alone.

66 Well

The guards in hot pursuit yell and stab at wells, haystacks and dark alleyways. From his perch on a rooftop Ezio smiles. He always did prefer to take to the sky.

67 Wrongdoer

As his support falters and the opposition grows ever bolder, Cesare becomes increasingly frustrated with their attacks and accusations. He would prefer to answer only for his own sins, not those of his dead father.

68 Deliberate

It really is getting unnerving, decides Machiavelli, the way Volpe has taken up the habit of commenting on his every observation with a frosty ”Indeed” or ”Yes, quitethe coincidence”. He wishes he could believe the man isn't doing it on purpose.

69 Counter

When he first arrives in Jerusalem, Altaïr can't quite shake the feeling that the only thing between him and certain death is a rather narrow, map-strewn desk.

70 Bribe

Cesare has always been good at striking a profitable bargain. Unfortunately Borgia as a currency is bitterly deflated, and these days he often have to sell himself too cheap for comfort. Even though it isa warm, snug blanket.

71 Chess

Cesare knows he is a brilliant strategist – not so much because of the expected praise from his subordinates as from the satisfactory number of pins currently adorning his map of Italy. He would like to believe himself modest in this, careful not allow hubris to cheat him of a victory. And yet he never knows whether to frown or laugh helplessly as the absent-minded artist all but appologetically check-mates his king time and time and time again.

72 Feel

Leonardo never knows how to feel when Cesare enters the room. At first he is apprehensive, but as weeks turn into months and he realizes he's not only allowed but encouraged to dream up grander designs than ever before he is thrilled.

In the end, seeing the Assassins' plans put into motion long before Cesare even knows the final battle has begun, he can only avert his eyes in regret.

73 Mister

”Outside the kingdom of God is the realm of men,” Salai says, leaning just an inch too close. ”You worship there, Messere?”

Only years of training his clueless look on Leonardo helps Ezio keep a straight face as he blankly waves for the boy to follow him.

74 Fine

There are simply too many guards around for a discreet kill, so Ezio grudlingly counts the florins and hands them over. How was heto know he wasn't allowed to park his horse there? Time to liberate another stable from its Borgia-tower shadow, he decides. Burning them all down is easier than keeping track of territories anyway.

75 Dog

If La Volpe is the fox and Ezio the bird of prey, Pantasilea ponders, then Bartolomeo reminds her of a large, lumbering dog. Faithful and loyal unto death, but with a booming bark and a vicious bite for those who threaten those dear to him.

76 Forgotten

When Volpe appears he is the first person Cesare has seen in days. He greets the thief with his usual brazen curses, careful not to let any trace of relief shine through. Of all things he is most afraid to be left alone to die; not slain out of hatred or need, but simply ignored and forgotten.

77 Changed

Had Ezio been the kind of man to think upon such things, he might have noticed the Cesare facing him atop the towering walls is not the self-assured young general he met a handful years previous in Roma. Tired-looking and hunched over he looks defeated even before the battle has begun. But Ezio is here for one single purpose alone, and has never been the kind of man to think of such things anyway.

78 Gondola

Antonio assures Leonardo that only from an extensive tour with his private gondola will the artist truly get to know his new home town. As it happens, a rocky two-hour boat ride later, Leonardo still hasn't really seen much of the city. But that's quite alright, as he happily agrees to repeat the endeavour soon again.

79 Casino

It never hurts to try to win Fortuna's favour when gambling is one of your favorite pastimes, Salai knows, but in this particular case divine intervention is quite a bit closer at hand. As long as you have La Volpe's favor, the dice at the Sleeping Fox will never let you down.

80 Soup

The first bowl of watery gruel ends up thrown in the guard's face with enough force to break his nose. The next morning the second splinters against the wall. Nearly a week passes before he forces himself to eat the fifth, to preserve his strength.

Cesare closes his eyes as he quickly raises the bowl to his face to wolf down the hundredth, before the reflection in the dull surface can show him what he has become.

81 Carrot

”Tell you what,” murmurs Volpe in the starving prisoner's ear, dangling the vegetable in front of his face, ”If you give me a good enough show I'll even let you keep it for supper when you're done.”

82 Madame

Volpe has to admit himself impressed – Claudia is shrewd, ruthless and horrifyingly practical, and stillmanages to be praised a good businesswoman rather than cursed a thief.

83 Kilt

Yes, Ezio decides as he flexes his body inside the unfamiliar weight of Romulus' armour, there is definitely a draft around his nether regions. Whatever the old Romans may have thought, a skirt of leather belts does notconstitute proper clothing.

After some swearing and creative arranging of his spare cloak he considers it may well look even moreof a skirt, but at least this cut preserves his manly dignity when he jumps.

84 Theft

He has stolen valuables, information, people and lives. La Volpe draws in a deep breath as he surveys Roma in the first light of morning, then exhales in satisfaction. She is the greatest city in the world, and she is all his for the taking.

#asksilvy #blast from the past

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'our exes are dating' damie AU part 2

post directory

em: jamies like, sitting w her head in her hands wearing big stompy boots and flannel going god dani our exes are dating. we’re Stereotypes (danis like well. i will hold my tongue about the outfit but technically their exes are also dating)

obsetress: "what about my outfit?" "nothing baby, you look very cute”

obsetress: ok but dani and jamie finding out rebecca and vi are dating and jamie's immediately calling owen like "mate."

em: i am so thinking of making the bly manor au version of The Chart from the l word

em: owens like who haven’t u dated at this point n jamies like oi (quietly) u know i get nervous around girls

em: owen we can’t ALL be Married to hannah grose

obsetress: jamie can't stand vi most of the time like you said but she definitely had a drunken one night stand with perdita

obsetress: they were both young and lonely and had something to prove

obsetress: ok but imagine vi and rebecca are having some holiday party at their fancy ass apartment and dani and jamie are showing up and perdita is there and viola's like "dani, you remember my sister. jamie, this is–– jamie? perdi? are you okay?”

obsetress: perdita pulling vi aside later and hissing "that's her! that... jamie, that's her" "who?" "that... that girl i told you about, vi, the one who––" "the one who insisted on buying you breakfast but then never called you back?" “yes"

em: jamie......

obsetress: she wants to be so nice and so soft but then…

obsetress: also they stayed over at perdi's and she was sober enough the next morning to realize what a trust fund baby flat looks like

em: jamie viola acquaintances to enemies to. nope still enemies

jamie: dunno what the fuss was about. not like i stole anything

dani: sorry what

dani: why would you even think... did you?

jamie: what? don’t be ridiculous.

jamie: i cut that shit out years ago

obsetress: in vi and rebecca's lavishly furnished guest bedroom later that night…

dani, whispering: we could, you know

jamie, half asleep next to her: wot

dani: steal something. they wouldn't miss it

jamie: dani, we can't just––

dani: that print over there is nice though, isn't it?

dani: would look nicer at ours

em: the most illegal thing dani has done is smoke a joint so she’s READY

obsetress: she is ITCHING obsetress: anyway they absolutely take it and the next time vi and rebecca come to theirs for "a quaint, country weekend" viola doesn't even notice, but rebecca squints at it for a minute

em: sjhfjsh,afasf

obsetress: be gay, do crime -dani clayton, probably

obsetress: new crack headcanon: dani always trying to rope jamie into doing benign little gay crimes with her

obsetress: smoking a joint, stealing vi and rebecca's print, stealing owen's veggies

em: jamies like babe u know i’ve. been to prison right. i don’t really want to- and danis like no i only mean SMALL crimes

em: Funny Crimes

em: jamies like oh well actually i love fucking with viola i’m in

obsetress: the only thing that could convince jamie

obsetress: jamie's like "what if we replace viola's green tea with that silly detox green tea" and dani is just like

obsetress: "i see you trying and i love you so much for that"

em: i am wheezing at ‘what if we gave viola laxatives’

dani: she has a delicate constitution she’d know Immediately

jamie: (eating some suspiciously old leftovers) rich people are fucked

em: jamie: i’m gonna rearrange her books

obsetress: dani visibly cringes

obsetress: ”don't tell me that's gonna bother you too" "i–– nO"

em: full on greenhouse scene pphht. no?!

obsetress: flashback to: dani and viola rearranging her library for fun on a rainy day

em: jamie: i’m gonna buy cleanskin wine and put expensive labels on it

dani: now THATS funny

obsetress: full on jamie taylor bootlegging operation

[later edit: cleanskin wine is an Australian/New Zealand term for cheap unlabelled wine.]

obsetress: jamie: look, dani, you went from bootlicker to bootlegger

dani: hey!

em: relabelling garbage wine for fun and profit

em: viola does that wine sniffing thing and she’s like mm. do i detect some notes of willow. a lovely cultivar and damie are trying. so hard not to lose it

obsetress: rebecca side eying the two of them

obsetress: what is friendship if not just exes fucking with each other

em: so true bestie

obsetress: omg final thought before i ptfo on the book rearranging

obsetress: when they were together dani def suggested to vi that she organize her shelves by color and viola just stared at her in horror

obsetress: ”i know americans are illiterate dani, but really?" "and i know the british are notorious snobs, but seriously?"

obsetress: (it is not as toxic as it sounds. they're mostly just snarking at each other and end up kissing against a bookcase like half a minute later)

obsetress: and just. imagine how happy viola is when rebecca moves in with her massive collection of russian poetry volumes and automatically just starts slotting them in in alphabetical order by author's last name

obsetress: vs. at dani and jamie's where jamie just leaves books where she leaves them and lets dani take care of the rest

em: at mike don’t worry we will meaningfully flesh out ur side characters

audacity: anyway I'm slipping away from work for 1 minute to say leftist jamie and liberal vi still lives in my head rent fucking free thanks to y'all because it's literally—

audacity: i am kindly asking it to stay In My Head

em: ‘liberal vs leftist ding ding ding round one fight’ has been RUNNING around my head

em: viola saying landlords provide a valuable service wrt housing and resources and dani has to HOLD jamie back

audacity: vi: capitalism is an important aspect of our society since it provides much-needed inspiration for the working class—

obsetress: five times jamie and viola got into a fight at their standing damvibecca biweekly dinner and one time they didn’t

---[bonus:]---

em: i wanna believe jamie and viola realise they both have an incredibly niche interest in common, and jamie HATES this (violas like oh ho ho i have charmed this jamie taylor, she absolutely has not) but i can’t figure out what the fuck the interest would be

em: maybe maybe some intersection of storytelling and folklore and ghost stories but i cannot figure it out

obsetress: jamie hates it but suddenly she’s been talking to viola about rural hauntings in northern england and viola’s been talking to her about rural hauntings in southern england and two hours have gone by

em: dani: it’s nice to see you guys get along :)

jamie: ……… >:/

#already forgot my silly tag uh #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #featuring as always tumblr users viola-lloyds** and lexasperated

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cherrypieships · 3 years

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the amusement park: chapter two

A/N: whew omg it’s been a while since I posted! Anyway I’m back and better than ever with part two, the finale of the amusement park!! This chapter includes a trigger warning for fake blood and cult mentions. It's a haunted house, so it isn't a real cult, but I'd rather be safe than sorry <3

Ship: davey jacobs x pepper simmons (s/i), featuring my best friend V and my gf Khourey and their respective f/os, race higgins and jack kelly!

Summary: When the sun sets on Canobie Lake park, the amusement park turns into a Halloween extravaganza, where Pepper and Davey find themselves paired up once more.

Once the sun had dipped onto the horizon, the last dregs of color fading from the sky as the stars came out, the group found themselves heading towards the sides of the park, where the haunted houses were set up. Mickey looped their arm through Pepper’s, pulling her close and pointing out the performers walking past; a clown with a chainsaw, a long-haired girl in a tattered hospital gown, a man wearing a pig’s head as a mask.

“So they basically walk around the park and try to scare people.” She explained, and nudged V so they could listen in as well. “But little kids sometimes wear these little glow-y ball necklaces, see? And the performers can’t scare them.” She pointed out a pair of kids walking past, both of their t-shirts illuminated by spiked plastic spheres attached to long black cords. Sure enough, the actors walked right past them.

Vi pushed their bottom lip out, turning towards Mickey. “That’s so fucking cute.” They cried.

Pepper smiled. It was pretty cute, and a good idea on the park’s part. “Do they wear them into the houses?” She asked curiously.

“I fuckin’ hope not.” Jack scoffed. “I wanna get scared, I’m not here to miss a good haunted house cause of some kid.” He smiled when Mickey swatted him. “What? It’s true!”

Mickey’s eyes rolled. “Yeah, but don’t be a dick about it.” They chastised, going to swat him again, and as their hand made contact, Jack snatched it and brought her fingers to his lips for a kiss.

Averting her gaze, Pepper felt something cold swirl in the pit of her stomach at the casual intimacy. She focused on the gum wrapper on the ground beside her shoe instead of whatever that feeling was.

V’s knuckles rapped against Pepper’s forearm, a gentle knock for her attention. “Hey, I gotta hit the bathroom, you wanna be my buddy?” They asked, though the raise of their eyebrows gave the impression that the question was simply a formality; there was no option.

Making the journey to the restrooms a short one, Vi didn’t even pretend they had to pee, instead moving to stand in front of the mirror and check their eyeliner. “So are you gonna make a move tonight?” They asked, voice quieter than usual.

Pepper sighed, of course this was the reason she was in here. “Dude, I don’t fuckin’ know.” She said, exasperation travelling across her features at even the thought of confessing her feelings. She’d talked a big game about it before, about how she loved Davey, about how she’d confess her feelings for him the second she got the idea he liked her back, but truthfully she was… well, she was scared.

Vi barely looked up from the mirror, but their expression softened. “Obviously you don’t have to,” they reassured. “But I bet that if you don’t at least ask how he feels he’ll never tell.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “That’s because there’s-“

The door to the bathroom flew open and Mickey blustered inside, annoyance clear on their face. “Okay, how dare you two leave me alone with those idiots.”

V grimaced. “Oh shit, sorry. I just wanted a minute to see what was up with Pepper and Davey.”

Mickey’s lips pursed, eyebrows raising onto her forehead. “Oh shit okay what’s the deal?” They asked, moving closer.

Against her better judgement, Pepper leaned her head against the bathroom wall. “There’s nothing to tell! I don’t have any plans to tell him, and there’s no way someone who talks as much as Davey would have a crush on someone and not say something.” She looked pointedly at her best friends.

“That… is an excellent point.” Mickey acquiesced.

Vi lifted a finger. “Or! Maybe that’s the way you can tell that he does like you.” They moved toward the sink to wash the eyeliner remnants from under their fingernails.

“What?”

Mickey nodded. “Oh, no, I totally get it.”

“Get what? What are you talking about?”

V smiled, turning to put their damp hands on Pepper’s shoulders. “You just said Davey never shuts up.” Pepper nodded slowly. “He’ll talk to you about anything, right?” Another nod.

“But he never talks about what’s up between the two of you.” Mickey finished. “Literally, even if Jack asks, he brushes him off.”

Brow furrowed, Pepper turned back to Vi, who was grinning. “If you don’t ask, he’ll never tell.” They clarified, an echo of their earlier statement. “Don’t fucking focus on what he says, bitch, you have to ask about what he’s not saying.”

Terrifyingly, that made it click. Something welled up hot and thick in Pepper’s throat, hope or fear she couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, she wasn’t budging at her friends’ optimism. “You two are reading too far into this.” She countered weakly.

Mickey grabbed her hand, squeezed it a few times. “Listen, we’re not pressuring you.” They explained, and Violet hummed in agreement. “You don’t have to ask him anything or tell him anything, if you just wanna vibe tonight, that’s totally cool.”

Just like that, the tension melted from Pepper’s body, her psyche apparently pleased at being left alone for the moment. She looked between her friends, Vi’s warm smile and Mickey’s kind eyes, took a deep breath, and went back out into the park.

Back where the boys were waiting, the curtain to the first haunted house had lifted, and the line began to move. Jack waved them down with a smile, and they gapped into the line. He pulled the park pamphlet from his back pocket and flipped to the back, where the haunted house attractions were listed. “Okay so we started next to the big spinn-y thing. Which is… the cult one, The Culling.” He announced.

“Yeah, Jack.” Race deadpanned. “It’s on the sign.” He pointed above the line, which, sure enough, boasted the name of the site.

Jack swatted his friend with the pamphlet before tucking it into his back pocket. “I knew that.” He grinned, throwing an arm around Mickey’s shoulders and pulling them closer.

Davey nudged Pepper’s side. “Partners?” He smiled, offering his elbow as their group stepped up to the banister blocking off the entryway.

She ignored the wink that Vi threw at her, and looped her arm through Davey’s with a blush and a simper. “Hope we don’t die in there.” She mused.

He patted the hand she’d placed on his bicep, warm in contrast to her poorly-circulated own ones. “If we do, we’ll die doing what we loved.”

Her head tilted. “What’s that?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

Pepper crumpled into a fit of laughs as the employee lifted the bannister. “Have fun.” The woman at the entryway smiled, her eyebrows raising mischievously.

Race and V went first, obviously, Race throwing his arm across their shoulders and pulling them close. Mickey and Jack went next, Jack’s hand curled protectively into the back of her shirt as they ducked through the curtain. A billow of dry-ice smoke kicked out at her and Davey as she gripped his arm tighter, moving through the curtain and into a room flooded with red light.

There was a man in the corner, a pair of bloodied goat horns protruding from his head, who growled lowly at them as they walked past. Davey cast a look in his direction, following in the footsteps of his friends, and they heard Race scream further up ahead. Pepper laughed a little at that, the adrenaline beginning to swirl hot in her veins.

The next room was full of actors, at least a dozen kneeling frozen in mock prayer, and the woman to Pepper’s right let out a broken wail, making her jump. Davey’s hand came to grab hers again, this time his fingers tangling with hers. He was laughing gently at her fright, something that might have pissed her off if it had been anyone else.

They passed through a hallway full of strobelights and white walls painted with bloody handprints, the thrum of electricity the only noise for a moment, and Pepper opened her mouth to ask when the Cult Stuff would start, when a man wearing a decaying goat’s skull for a mask barrelled around the corner, making both her and Davey scream.

She curled into his side, awkwardly stepping on his shoe as she did, and watched the man with enormous eyes as he tilted his mask curiously at them. Davey laughed a little, and whether he was trying to laugh off his fright or genuinely enjoying himself, Pepper couldn’t tell.

They rounded the corner, careful of the actor who’d popped out at them, and turned into a room seemingly devoid of anyone, except for Mickey and Jack, who were giggling as they shuffled into the next room. The walls were tall and painted white, a hidden projector playing a black and white video reminiscent of those old war propaganda commercials. It was too loud for Pepper to hear anything properly, but she could catch snippets of the voiceover, “Join us in… the great and powerful… be afraid…” as the video flicked between church services, goats on farms, hypnotic black and white spirals.

Davey tilted his head at the screen. “Christians, am I right?”

Swallowing a laugh, she jutted her elbow into his side. “This is not the time, David.” She snorted, coyly tugging him closer by the anchor his hands provided. Fuck it, why not get close to him while she had the chance?

The end was in sight, she could see the cool blue light of the outdoors pouring in from the other side of the final room; one that was lined with pews, with a goat-headed preacher at the front, holding a black leather-bound book and screaming about the end of days. The church (cult?) -goers were in various stages of worship, some with their arms in the air, some reading their scripture, some sobbing towards the sky. A shudder ran through Davey, one so intense that she felt it in her own skin, and she wondered, briefly, what was so freaky about this particular scene that he-

SLAM

The actor in the pew she’d just passed closed his book with a deafening bang. She jumped, screamed so loud it felt like the sound had been ripped from her teeth, and didn’t realize she was shaking until Davey’s arm encircled her, speeding past the latter half of the room and out of the first haunted house.

Pepper swallowed a mouthful of fresh air, held it for a few seconds, and released it with a pleased laugh. She turned her face up to Davey’s, ready to ask him if his heart was racing the way hers was, when he cut her off, gripping her shoulders like she’d disappear. “Are you okay?” He demanded.

Her eyebrows pinched together, her smile melting at the way his eyes were blown wide. “Yeah? I-I’m fine?” She said, reaching up to grip his wrists. “What’s wrong, are you okay?”

Every hint of expression faded from his face. The fire left his eyes, his hold on her softening, his jaw and browline going slack at the realization. “Yeah, I… I thought he-”

Race’s hands landed on either one of their shoulders. “Hey, Jack wants to know if you guys wanna do the hotel one or the factory one next, we’re at a tie.”

Pepper turned to him, blinking back the heat in her cheeks. “Oh fuck, okay, we’ll be right there.”

There were four more haunted houses, each of them with a bit of walking distance between them. Davey didn’t release her hand until they’d cleared the last attraction.

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Still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the haunted houses, the group made their way toward the back of the park where the Ferris Wheel resided. Violet and Race were skipping down the lanes, their laughter fluttering in the cool autumn wind. Mickey and Jack were walking in front of them, their pinkies linked as they recounted their haunted house experiences.

Pepper tried to ignore that Davey was still so close to her.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts.

“Which one was your favorite?” He asked, the back of his hand brushing against Pepper’s as they walked. He was looking down at her, nose all rosy and cheeks flushed. He wore autumn so well.

She pursed her lips as she thought. “The cult one.” She settled after a moment.

Davey grinned. “Mine too. Or the hotel was really good.” He turned to her once they reached the line for the ferris wheel. “Y’know, when that guy back there slammed his bible closed I thought he hit you.” His fingers twitched, like he was waiting to reach for something.

There it was. The reason for his earlier freakout.

Laughing lightly, Pepper shook her head, curls falling in her face as she tried to dispel any of his remaining worry. “Oh God, no. Isn’t that illegal, anyway?” She focused on the ferris wheel ahead of them, the eighty feet of blinking lights and rocky baskets that they’d be shoved into; anything besides the bewildering look that was back on Davey’s face. Ahead of them, their friends were being ushered into passenger cars. Jack planted a kiss to the side of Mickey’s head and whispered something into their ear that made them grin.

Pepper tried not to be jealous, and failed.

Beside her, Davey was rambling again. She tuned in right in the middle of his spiel. “It’s some kinda torture house, basically. They just wail on you for like ten hours, and they film it, too. You have to sign a waiver and everything, and it’s like, forty pages or something. I watched a video of this one girl who went there and she said-”

“You two all set?” The ride operator asked, her smile bright as she cut into Davey’s rambling.

He blinked, like he hadn’t realized how close they were. “Oh, um. Yeah, I guess we are.” He resolved.

They clambered into the rocky car and belted themselves in, waited for the attendant to lock their door, and began their ascent.

Immediately, Pepper felt the wind chill. “Holy fuck, it’s freezing up here.” She barked. Davey’s cardigan was warm, sure, but the cold air cut through it like a knife.

Davey turned to her and readjusted the way he was sitting, opening up his arms. “I know, c’mere.” He wiggled his fingers and everything and, well, how was he supposed to say no to that?

She scooted closer until her leg was pressed right up against his, and her upper body curled into him. They’d done this before, a million times, when watching movies or at parties when it got crowded, or when she asked him to read to her, and Davey, ever the wonderful companion, never complained-

Oh.

Oh, no.

That was what her friends meant.

Davey’s arms wrapped around her tight. Without thinking, her arm did the same. “Better?” He asked, pulling back to look down at her.

Pepper smiled with her heart in her throat. “Always.” She said, and looked up at him.

And there he was. The same Davey as always, with his pale skin and round hazel eyes, now grinning down at her like she had hung all the stars in the sky just for him. Here he was, and he was so close that their noses were almost touching. Not correcting strangers who thought they were dating. Holding her hand and giving her his clothes and sharing drinks with her. Here he was- and she was confused.

His mouth twitched, the way it always did when he was worried. “You okay, Pep?” He asked, quieter now.

A slow nod. “Yeah… just, um, thinking.” She responded. He opened his mouth, eager to ask more, but she cut him off. “About us.” She said, feeling bold now.

Davey’s eyebrows just about skyrocketed off his face. “Us.”

“Yeah.” Pepper’s hands were shaking, but she didn’t think she could stand another minute of this. All of her affections bottled up like a powder keg while he played with them so nonchalantly. “Davey, what are we?” She hoped the question didn’t come out as raw as it felt, but she could almost taste the blood on her tongue.

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped, and he looked away. His arms didn’t move from around her, but his eyes were flicking back and forth. “We’re… you’re… m-my best friend and...” He scrunched his eyes closed and took a deep breath. “You’re my best friend and... I’m so stupidly in love with you.”

Pepper sat up as the Ferris wheel stopped. They were at the top now.

“I know that’s a lot to throw at you, I’m sorry, but all day I’ve just been thinking about you and about how much it feels like you’re this missing piece of me, you know? Like every time I need someone you’re there, and every time I talk about you to anyone I get this big grin on my face. And then earlier when that lady said what she said, it just felt so right.” He’d been gesturing wildly with his hands until she grabbed them.

She pulled his hands into her lap, encasing them with her own cold ones. “Davey.”

He sighed with a wry smile. “You can tell me no, Pep, it’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Davey.” She tried again.

“And it’s not gonna ruin anything, I promise. I love you but that’s not gonna make me turn into an asshole, I still care about you as a friend.”

“David.” She grabbed the sides of his face in her cold hands. His jaw was tense. “I love you.” She said, plainly, the way you would state any other fact. The sky was blue, the Earth was round, and Pepper Simmons loved Davey Jacobs.

And for once, Davey- sweet, lovely Davey- didn’t start talking about love, or about basic heteronormativity, or fucking haunted houses. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Any great novelist, or even just your average writer, always compared a great kiss to fireworks. But this, Pepper thought, was better than any fireworks she’d ever seen. It was coming home after a long night. It was sitting by a fire on a cold winter day. It was years of sharing beds and writing texts in secret languages, of sitting at each other’s family dinners, of shared secrets and pinkie promises, playful teasing and pathetic yearning, all wrapped up in a soft press of lip to lip. It was Davey. Of course it was. In retrospect, nobody else had ever stood a chance.

Pepper was giggling when she pulled away from his lips. “I love you.” She repeated.

The lights of the amusement park were glittering in his eyes. “And I love you.” He was beaming, their foreheads tipped together. Then he started laughing, soft and slow and bubbly, as though he were savoring it. “Oy, we’re so ridiculous.” He said as the ferris wheel began to turn again.

She could’ve stayed there for days, looking at each of the freckles on his face like little star clusters in her vision. If there were ever a photo she could keep framed on the walls of her memory, it would be this; his smile, the ivory skin around his eyes crinkled as he laughed. She was laughing too. “Yeah, we are.” Her head leaned against his shoulder, a sigh escaping before she could stop it. “How long?”

There was a beat, and she knew Davey was thinking. “Um, four years maybe? It was the summer before junior year of high school, I know that much.” The thumb of his right hand, still around her, began rubbing at her shoulder.

Pepper sat upright, aghast. “Oh my God, you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not.” He grinned.

“Holy fuck.” She snorted. “We could’ve been doing this for years!”

Davey poked her side, making her laugh in turn. “How about you?” There was the look in his eyes again, and this time she recognized it. Dreamy, warm, a little vulnerable.

“Senior Prom. Remember we slow danced together?”

The ferris wheel stopped again, this time with them at the back. “Yeah, holy shit. I was so nervous that night.” Pepper laughed, head tossed back. “I’m serious! I was so sweaty, I’m surprised you didn’t comment on it.”

“Your hands were like holding clams.” Another poke, this one less playful. “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. We’re here now.”

A kiss landed on her cheek, warm in stark contrast to the biting cold. “I can’t believe this.” He was laughing. “I can’t believe you liked me back.” He said.

Pepper nuzzled her nose into his neck. “I know. I can’t either.” She rested her chin on his shoulder, looked up at him and sighed.

He turned back to her. “You know they’re not gonna leave us alone, right?” He asked, tilting his chin towards the baskets below them that held their friends.

“I’m aware,” she mumbled. “I mean, they did call it.”

His lips curled up into a wry smile. “I know they did.” His fingers found the long strands of her hair, wrapped themselves in them. “Race and V haven’t left me alone about you for like, two years straight.” He shrugged. “And oh my God, if I have to hear Sarah and Les talk about it one more time I’m gonna explode.”

Pepper’s jaw dropped. “Sarah and Les were teasing you?”

He scoffed gently. “Are you kidding? They tell me to shut up every time I talk about how pretty you are.” And yeah, maybe she should have expected that, if he truly had been in love with her since junior year of high school, but Pepper’s body reacted quicker than she could recognize, her cheeks going hot and nose scrunching as a smile broke across her features.

“Well,” She said as the ferris wheel began to turn again. “Lucky for us, we probably have some time to kill before we have to face them again.” She bit at her lower lip, glancing up at him and hoping he would catch onto her proposition.

And, since Davey had always been smart, he did. “You’re right.” He breathed, and then leaned down to catch her in another kiss, one that went on, well… a little longer than the first.

Later, they had to face their friends, red-faced and smiling as they admitted what had happened. They had to endure a good hour’s worth of teasing, V and Mickey taking the opportunity to deliver a few well-intended pokes to Pepper’s sides, and Race and Jack offering high-fives to her- well, she supposed he was her boyfriend now.

The two of them climbed into the backseat of Race’s mom’s minivan again, this time hand-in-hand and sharing warm laughter. Davey stole another kiss from her, giggly and content, and promptly leaned his head on her shoulder to get some rest.

She supposed everything else could wait.

#drop a like/rb if you read!!#thank you so so so much to everyone who read this i'm actualy really proud of it #shout out to V and Khourey #davey #olive talks #my fic #the amusement park

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lifeisadoozy · 3 years

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wandavision episode 6 spoilers

damn i did not need to see the scene where pietro was shot from aou.

omg the intro's adorable!

so they took wanda's last name since vision doesn't have any?

HALLOWEEN!!!!

the twins are adorable!

omg uncle pietro🥺

'old red riding hood' i love him.

'your brother supressed a lot of trauma'?!?!?!??

omg vision's costume is hilarious.

tommy's speed isn't he? i havent read the comics yet.

omg darcy's humor! love it!

the monica, darcy and jimmy trio!!!!!!

WHAT HISTORY WITH CAROL?!?!

i don't like hayward. he's suspicious.

also darcy's like skye in s1 when monica and jimmy fought the guards.

seriously what's going on with pietro???? and wanda didn't know about it. so what's going on????

omg pietro's hilarious.

omg does everyone in westview know about the fact that this whole thing is orchestrated???

OMG THE TEARDROP!!!!!!!!!!!

okay seriously. what is going on???!!?!??!!

yay tommy got his speed! that was quick.

'he brought the wrong face' lol.

DARCY HACKING!!!!!

hayward's tracking vision! and the people at the edge of town are dead????? that's why they arent moving? what the heck?!?! that's creepy af!

omg is vision gonna get out of town?!???!? how tall is the hex?

AGNES?!?! is frozen?!?! why? how? OMG SHE'S NOT FROZEN! HOW?!?!?! she told vision he's dead!!! OMG OMG OMG! no one leaves!!!! wtf!!!! so it's wanda??? why is she laughing that creepily??!?! seriously like a witch!!

okay so it definitely has something to so with the mind stone right?!

why didnt he just fly to the edge? why did he walk?

omg omg omg monica's gonna get powers?!?!?!

oh yeah! the kids! they suddenly appeared!

omg please tell me we're gonna get some answers!

she didn't know how???? did she actually did it? did she started it?

omg wtf! the gunshots!!! i didn't need to see that! again! like vision! gosh!

wHAT IS HAYWARD GONNA DO TO VISION?!?!

omg vis!!!!! if he crosses the hex will he die? OMG HE'S HURT! HE'S COMING APART!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

OMG BILLY!!!!! wiccan!!!! OMG!!!! his powers!!!!!

omg wow wanda! THE HEX IS MOVING FURTHER AWAY!!!!!!! DARCY!!!!!!!

omg darcy's in westview! DARCY'S IN WESTVIEW!

where's monica and jimmy? did they made it out in time? are they in westview?!?! is monica back in?!?! what's going on?!?!?!?!?!?!

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wtf is going on????!!

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insaneasgardian · 4 years

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Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! Chatroom 1; Memes

Clint has started a chatroom

Tony has joined

Steve has joined

Bucky has joined

Sam has joined

Y/N has joined

Wanda has joined

Natasha has joined

Peter has joined

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Pietro has joined

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Y/N: Hi guys

Natasha: Heyyyyy Y/N/N!

Pietro: Hellooooo Y/N!

Steve: Good day ma’am.

Thor: Why, hello Y/N!

Sam: Hey, how you doin’?

Peter: Hi Ms. L/N!

Wanda: Hey Y/N!

Clint: Hiiiiiiiii Y/N!

Bruce: Morning Y/N :)

Vision: A very good day to you Ms.L/N

Bucky: Hi Y/N!

Loki: Hello, tolerable midgardian.

Tony:

Everybody: ....

Y/N: Ew.

Clint: I will gut you like a fish for saying that to my innocent baby!

Tony: Your baby is FAR from innocent ;)

Natasha: And now he’s trying to falsely accuse her!

Loki: I’m not surprised, he’s always been a disgrace, even to you low midgardians.

Tony: D:

Bruce: The hulk has put Tony’s name on his list.

Tony: ....Of friends?

Bruce: No, that list is limited to Y/N and Nat. You my friend, are on Hulk’s NAUGHTY list!

Tony: >:O

Bruce: Anyway, Clint, why did you start this chatroom?

Clint: To introduce the 2 grandpas and the 2 GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT grandpas to......

Peter: Memes!

Clint: Yesss!

Y/N: Sounds fun!

Steve: What is a Meme?

Bucky: I’ve heard the term...

Thor: I haven’t

Loki: I am NOT a very great grandpa, you are just very young midgardians.

Y/N: 😂

Vision: meme/miːm/

noun1.an element of a culture or system of behaviour passed from one individual to another by imitation or other non-genetic means.

2.an image, video, piece of text, etc., typically humorous in nature, that is copied and spread rapidly by Internet users, often with slight variations.

Steve: .... I kind of get it.

Natasha: Let’s show you first, then you can catch on, how about that?

Wanda: Good idea Nat.

Bruce: I’ll go first!

Bruce:

Wanda: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Clint: Why is that so relatable

Sam: That’s really funny, good one Bruce! 🤣

Thor: Wow... so these... ‘memes’ they make them out of us?

Pietro: Yes, there’s memes about basically everything, and everyone, even you!

Pietro:

Pietro: Like that!

Thor: It’s me!

Clint: HEY!

Y/N: 😂😂😂 It’s true! The rest of us working so hard to stop Thanos, where were you?!

Bucky: It’s true Clint, where were you?

Loki: I sacrificed myself, and you weren’t there to help!

Clint: You came back to life though... you tricked us... AGAIN.

Natasha: It isn’t important... the question is... WHERE. WERE. YOU?

Clint: I HAD SOMETHING IMPORTANT GOING ON IN MY LIFE, OKAY?! ISSUES AT HOME, I HAD A DRUG ADDICTION, AND OH GOD....

Everybody: ....

Y/N: Clint... we... had no idea.

Bucky: Sorry buddy.

Natasha: Yea, if I knew, I would’ve never...

Thor: I’m sorry an image of me was used against you...

Loki: I.... apologise

Peter: But... Mr. Barton, you told me you didn’t make it because you were binging Brooklyn 99

Everybody: >:0

Loki: THERE WAS NO ‘ISSUES’!

Clint: PETER!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYONE!!

Peter: :C

Tony: DON’T YOU DARE SHOUT AT MY CHILD!

Y/N: EVERYBODY RELAX!

Vision: I agree, we do not need another Civil War!

Sam: Yea, everybody, get BACK TO MEMEING!

Wanda:

Loki: 😁 Ah yes, the good old days.

Pietro: Haha, old man!

Bucky: Lmao

Y/N: XD

Steve: I understood that reference!

Clint: WHY IS EVERYBODY GANGING UP ON ME?

Tony:

Natasha: Bruh

Peter: >:O

Y/N: Gross...

Tony: Awww don’t worry Y/N, I’m ‘Stark naked’ just for you ;)

Y/N: 🤮

Loki: You keep your grubby mitts off her!

Bucky: YEA! NOT COOL!

Steve: You’re really pushing my buttons today Stark.

Thor: .... Midgardians have a very strange sense of humor.... one of which I do not approve.

Vision: 1010001010011100101010010110100101

Wanda: You alright Vis?

Vision: Ummm... yes.... how about we have a meme contest? I’ll judge!

Natasha: I’m in!

Vision: Okay... contestant 1, Peter!

Peter: Oh... ummm... okay

Peter:

Y/N: Peter, you genius child!

Peter: :)

Steve: I don’t understand everyone’s obsession with my butt...?

Vision: I declare Peter the winner!

Sam: The rest of us haven’t even got a turn yet!

Vision: :C Fine... next contestant, Bucky!

Bucky: Watch me ;)

Bucky:

Clint: I came here to have fun, I feel so attacked

Tony: 😂

Loki: >:)

Y/N: Poor Clint, but that’s hilarious Bucky!

Bucky: Thanks!

Vision: That’s pretty nice! Y/N, you’re up next!

Y/N:

Steve: >:O

Natasha: BAHAHAHA, THAT IS SO FUNNY!

Bruce: Made my day!

Peter: I love it!

Sam: So Steve 😂

Vision: Best one so far! Sam, you’re next!

Sam:

Wanda: That’s so mean 😂

Tony: Lollllllllll

Bucky: Jerk :C

Vision: Not bad ;0. Wanda, you next...

Wanda:

Bucky: Bro wth?!

Steve: That’s funny, you gotta admit Bucky.

Y/N: Nice Wanda!

Wanda: Thanks!

Pietro: That’s my sister!

Vision: That’s my girlfriend! Pietro is next!

Pietro: Sorry in advance Peter...

Peter: Why?

Pietro:

Peter: ..... UNCLE BEN 😪😪😪😪😭😭😭😭😱😱😱😱😰😰😰😰

Peter has left

Y/N: What the hell Pietro? Look what you did!

Tony: You hurt Peter’s feelings!

Thor: Poor spider child?

Bruce: Is he okay?

Natasha: I’m pretty sure he’s not.

Y/N: He’s hyperventilating.

Bruce: I’m coming to check on him.

Bruce has left

Wanda: Good job Pietro.

Pietro: I didn’t know, I thought he got over it :C

Bucky: He’ll NEVER get over it idiot!

Steve: It’s always gonna be too soon for the kid!

Vision: Pietro is disqaulified, Natasha, you go next!

Natasha:

Tony: lmfaooo.... did you know though?

Bucky: .... I feel awkard

Pietro: WOW NAT! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!

Steve: It isn’t bad though.

Y/N: Yea Pietro, you can’t talk!

Pietro: I’m sorry :C

Natasha: My meme was funny, everyone’s gotten over the civil war, unlike a certain BEN PARKER!

Vision: .... Steve next please.

Steve: I got a good one!

Tony: Oh boy.

Steve:

Y/N: What the- 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Natasha: 😂😂😂 New avenger??

Tony: That’s actually pretty funny, doesn’t even need words 😂😂

Bucky: That’s great Stevie, but all I can focus on is Thor... Is that even Thor?!

Thor: Indeed, it is me :)

Y/N: Wow.....

Thor: Does that picture of me appease you Y/N? ;)

Y/N: You look great....

Thor: Thank you, though nobody can compare to your beauty.

Sam: Our buddy Thor pulling out all the stops here O.O

Loki: Pffft, he doesn’t even look THAT good!

Vision: Maybe you can prove how great you are! Because Loki, you’re next

Loki: Watch and learn peasants

Loki:

Thor: ;O LOKI?!?!?!?! YOU’RE NOOBMASTER69?!??!?!? :CCCCC

Y/N: I. FRICKING. KNEW. IT! Loki omg 🤣

Tony: Loki is in deep shiiittttttttttt...

Wanda: I must compliment Loki on all the ways he discovers to annoy his brother 😂

Clint: Wowwwww.... after all this time of looking for Noobmaster69....

Bruce has joined

Peter has joined

Tony: Everything okay?

Bruce: Yea, he’s fine now.

Peter: Yea, I’m great! :DDDD

Y/N: Good to hear!

Peter: Mr. Loki is noobmaster69?!!!

Loki: Yes I am ;)

Thor: LOKIIIIIII!!!

Loki: ... O.O I screwed up

Bruce: You realize that now?

Natasha: It’s a miracle Thor hasn’t killed him yet

Thor: YET.

Bucky: Oh shitttt.

Steve: Language....

Tony: lAngUAgE!

Steve: :C

Vision: Thor is next...

Thor:

Thor: Noobmaster69... whom we now also know as LOKI!!!

Natasha: Wow, he’s pretty pissed about that.

Clint: I’m actually worried about Loki’s well being...

Loki: Oh don’t worry.... he won’t hurt me.

Thor: YET. I shall wait for the battle of memes to end first.

Vision: ...... Ummm.... anyway, next up is Tony.

Tony: Well... do I have a great meme up my sleeve ;)

Vision: Nothing about Y/N

Tony: Fine >:C

Y/N: Thanks Vis...

Tony:

Y/N: Okay, that’s.... fine

Clint: At least it’s nothing about my baby Y/N.

Tony: Oh yea, speaking of Y/N... Y/N, do you like arc reactors?

Y/N: .....

Steve has kicked Tony from the chat

Natasha: About damn time!

Vision: Next up, Bruce!

Bruce: Okay

Bruce:

Bucky: I remember that!

Peter: Me too! Especially Ms. L/N!

Sam: Oh yesss Y/N was all like -

Y/N: I love my spider baby <3

Peter: I love you too Ms. L/N!

Y/N :’)

Wanda: Wholesome content

Steve: SO cute!

Natasha: Adorableeeee <3

Y/N: Anyways who’s next Vis?

Vision: The last person... Clint!

Clint: I have been waiting...

Clint:

Natasha: That’s totally Bucky!

Y/N: Lmao yea

Thor: Always ready to jump up and defend the Captain.

Bucky: Because that’s what best friends do!

Steve: :’) Awwww

Sam: .... I still think I’m his best friend

Bucky: Oh buzz off Wilson.

Vision: I AM READY WITH THE RESULTS!

Pietro: Let’s do this....

Vision: In 1st place... Clint!

Clint: Yeaaaa!

Vision: In 2nd place is Y/N!

Y/N: Yeshhhh

Peter: Well done Ms.L/N!

Vision: And 3rd place is Peter!!

Peter: Yayyy! :D

Wanda: Well done guys!

Loki: Congratulations

Thor: Really good job!

Natasha: GREAT work!

Pietro: lol noice

Sam: Good work!

Steve: Congrats!

Bucky: Well done!

Nick Fury has joined the chat

Everyone: .....

Nick Fury:

Clint: ... That’s an option? If so, can I be in the meme department?

Nick Fury: GET BACK TO WORK! Nick Fury:

Everyone has left the chat

Nick Fury: I’m stuck babysitting a bunch of motherfucking babies.

#Mcu #Marvel #Avengers #MarvelxReader #Avengerschatroom #AvengersxReaderChatroom #Y/NL/N #AvengersxReader

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iris, rhododendron, and ivy for the headcanons!

✨ @emptyvictory. meme. still accepting!

iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?

wanna know the crazy thing??? vi’s never... really lost anyone. or left anyone behind. i mean, not to a point where it would affect him deeply. does his ex count in this? virote broke up with him first. he was the one to step out when he couldnt take being treated like shit. and he’d only have one thing to say to anthony: ‘ don’t let me see you out in public. ’ not that he’d do anything, he’d be too frozen in fear. but he’d have something done about it. somehow!!!

rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?

rarely is he ever given advice due to the fact that hes usually the one giving advice in the first place. and even if he did get advice, he’d be very defiant by nature. hes a very dont tell me what to do type of little man... but in any case, he sure dont listen! and he dont listen to warnings either! dont worry aobut him. worry about yourself. he can handle it. he can take it. dont warn him about anything. there’s a 99% chance he’s thought the situation ahead and is a few steps ahead of you anyway.

and when it comes to taking risks, he weighs his pros and cons. he’ll even warn himself. but it’s a losing argument. everythings been considered. he plays dumb, but his brain is a machine.

ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

his parents have a beautiful relationship and he wants to see what its like, too. vi is definitely

prince. the marrying kind.mp3

he will most certainly sit there and fantasize about what kind of wedding he wants. of course, theyre never fancy... if his manz wants something flashy, he’ll go along with it but for the most part he wants something small, intimate, in a garden. small so that u have to focus on what he’s wearing glfkgjdklgjdf. there’s no social benefits in it for him because no one has more than he does and they literally never will unless he encounters another billionaire heir or some shit.

and even then he dont give a fuck about that.

yes he wants to get married so badly... something about it is so alluring to him. virote’s inexperienced with love but omg he wants to get married soooo bad..... hes tryna take up someones last name baybeeeeee.

#( 🌙 ABOUT! AN AURA OF MOONLIGHT AND DARK NEON. ✨ )#emptyvictory #/ he luvs the thought of wedding cake testing too..... give him a fork....

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Ao3 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

skip to the end for names

Family Groupchat!!!

7:00 am

aw-phooey: listen up everyone

aw-phooey: this is an acceptable time to text

aw-phooey: not a minute before

aw-phooey: @Junior-Woodchuck74 @green-sharpie @ICanDeweyIt @TheWebbedWonder @lenaonme @Violet-Sabrewing if i see you online before then there will be consequences

aw-phooey: everyone else… legally i can’t do anything to you

lenaonme: legally you can’t do anything to me anyway

purpleisforthegays: Indy and I can, though

lenaonme: wow rude :( ur my favorite responsible parents I lov u

Indy_Sabrewing: I will excuse your atrocious grammar this one time and accept the sentiment, Lena.

purpleisforthegays: and it is returned in full!!

lenaonme: sdfghkgfdskfskdfklsd!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💜💕💖💖💙💕💖💕💕💜

aw-phooey: text this chat earlier than 7 am and you’d better believe it’d better be an emergency

Lucky-Gander: okay okay

TheWebbedWonder: Good morning, everyone!

mutant-krill!!!!: Good morning!

Indy_Sabrewing: Good morning!

Violet-Sabrewing: Good morning!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good morning!!

ICanDeweyIt: Top of the morning, gents!!

22: Your virtual British accent is atrocious.

lenaonme changed 22’s name to Tea Time

Tea Time: Lena.

Scrooge-McDuck: eh probably for the best Beakley

Scrooge-McDuck: the less others know about… you know the better

Tea Time: Says the man who calls me “22” daily.

TheWebbedWonder: @dr. mad scientist you online?

dr. mad scientist: i am now

Blathering-Blatherskite: He came in at 5am and fell asleep at his desk

Scrooge-McDuck: Gyro we talked about this

dr. mad scientist: @Blathering-Blatherskite tattletale

dr. mad scientist: what do you want webbigail?

TheWebbedWonder added adefinitelyrealboy.

Junior-Woodchuck74: BOYD!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Hello, Huey!!

green-sharpie: omg boyd when did you get a chat account

adefinitelyrealboy: Dr. Gearloose and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera helped me set it up last week!!

Adventure-Pilot: wait fenton has a doctorate???

Violet-Sabrewing: He does not come to my fathers’ Ph.D club.

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a doctor.

ICanDeweyIt: (shhh)

Blathering-Blatherskite: I’ll explain later it’s a long story

adefinitelyrealboy: oh wow!! That is a lot of friend requests!! Thank you!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Of course, Boyd! You are family <3

Adventure-Pilot: we love you

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww!!

adefinitelyrealboy: I will make a computer heart to show you my reciprocated love and joy!!

adefinitelyrealboy: <3 <3 <3 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

green-sharpie: asddfghk you just picked every single one

green-sharpie: dedication.

adefinitelyrealboy: Thanks, Louie!

Adventure-Pilot: Boyd.

adefinitelyrealboy: Yes, Ms. Duck?

Adventure-Pilot: Never change.

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

Junior-Woodchuck74: No! Change is good.

Junior-Woodchuck74: has steven universe taught you nothing.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts, you kids seem to learn every life lesson from another blasted program on the telly.

TheWebbedWonder: Not true, Uncle Scrooge! Yesterday Lena, Violet and I learned to never trust ghosts you meet via Ouija Board!!!

ghostbutler: I could have told you that.

TheWebbedWonder: We learned that through real-life experience!

Scrooge-McDuck: WHAT

lenaonme: ok webs maybe don’t go parroting that particular lesson in front of all the adults kay?

Scrooge-McDuck: MAGIC IN MY HOME????

purpleisforthegays: that’s your problem with that scenario?

TheWebbedWonder: well it was fun and that’s what matters!!!

Tea Time: As funny as it is watching your uncle have a heart attack, maybe don’t make a habit of summoning hostile ghosts I have to discorporate

Tea Time: especially since Duckworth refuses to do any of the work

ghostbutler: Bentina, don’t be crass.

ghostbutler: it is essential that I maintain a proper standing with other ghosts.

Tea Time: ridiculous.

Scrooge-McDuck: all right, all right, take your petty feud elsewhere

Tea Time: Petty?

aw-phooey: okay okay break it up

let kids be kids

7:16 am

Junior-Woodchuck74 added adefinitelyrealboy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hey Boyd! Welcome to the kids group chat!

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!!

ICanDeweyIt: heck yeah it is

Junior-Woodchuck74: we’re happy to have you!!

TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💗💘💗💖💘

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww! I’m happy to be here!

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m so lucky to have you guys! You are all so friendly and loving!

Lou: it’s what we do best

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!! Two new group chats in one day!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Now I have three group chats!!

ICanDeweyIt: Wait what’s the third gc?

adefinitelyrealboy: The “Team Science” group chat with Dr. Gearloose, Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera, Mr. Lil’ Bulb, and Mr. Headless Manhorse!

Lou: SDFGHGFDSDFGHGFD

Lou: MR. LIL’ BULB

Lou: MR. HEADLESS MANHORSE

Lou: why are you like this

lenaonme: kskfkskshfkskd

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m sorry!! I just wanted to be polite!

Lou: no don’t worry about it! It was just funny

adefinitelyrealboy: Are you sure?

Lou: yes

Junior-Woodchuck74: KDFSKDGFKGKSADFBNDSLSDHALSNHFDLABDKD

ICanDeweyIt: daaaaaaang hue you were typing for a while

Junior-Woodchuck74: YOU’RE IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUP CHAT

Junior-Woodchuck74: Gyro kicked me out

lenaonme: I’ll fight him for u hue

Junior-Woodchuck: that’s okay but thanks Lena!!

lenaonme: to be fair i’ve been looking for an excuse to fight gyro for months

Junior-Woodchuck74: ...that’s more like it.

Lou: months?? he does crazy shit every day

lenaonme: yeah but he’s got a kind heart n all that junk

lenaonme: ugh im soft

Lou: valid

lenaonme: but nobody picks on ol’ huey here but me

ICanDeweyIt: and me

Lou: and me

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh you all suck i hate you <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: Well I love you Huey!!

TheWebbedWonder: so do I!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Your love is reciprocated!!! <3

Lou: @Violet-Sabrewing you’re quiet. thoughts on huey?

Violet-Sabrewing: ...jury’s still out

lenaonme: lskdfhghdks that was cold vi good job

Violet-Sabrewing: I’ve been taking your lessons to heart!!

lenaonme: i can tell ily <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I can add you back to the Team Science group chat if you would like that, Huey!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Thanks, Boyd!

ICanDeweyIt: No boyd wait

ICanDeweyIt: let huey yell at gyro in the big gc

Junior-Woodchuck74: I was actually going to do it in PMs…

ICanDeweyIt: no do it in the main gc it’ll be funny

Violet-Sabrewing: Is chaos all you care about, Dewford?

ICanDeweyIt: NO

ICanDeweyIt: I also like adventure

ICanDeweyIt: and Funso’s

ICanDeweyIt: and theatre

TheWebbedWonder: oh yeah when is the cast list for that musical you auditioned for coming out?

ICanDeweyIt: they’re still doing auditions :/

ICanDeweyIt: but they’re almost done so probably only a couple weeks

adefinitelyrealboy: What musical are you auditioning for?

ICanDeweyIt: hamilton

Junior-Woodchuck74: get ready for him to be singing hamilton tunes 24/7

Lou: ugh I thought that ended three years ago

Lou: he already stayed in the hamilton phase long after the craze ended

TheWebbedWonder: @Lou poetic!

Lou: aw thanks webs

lenaonme: it was gonna come back anyway with the movie

lenaonme: curse disney+ i’m broke

Violet-Sabrewing: we’re middle class, Lena.

lenaonme: whateverrr capitalism sux imma pirate everything

ICanDeweyIt: valid

Lou: Valid

adefinitelyrealboy: What is “Hamilton”?

Lou: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: OH BOY

ICanDeweyIt: BOYD ARE YOU IN FOR A TREAT

ICanDeweyIt: COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND WE’LL WATCH BOOTLEGS AND LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND CUT SONGS AND I’LL TELL YOU ALL THE LORE

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey we have disney+ just watch it on there

ICanDeweyIt: lena and uncle donald got to me with the anti-disney shtick

Junior-Woodchuck74: you begged Mom and Uncle Scrooge for it so you could show Mom Hamilton

ICanDeweyIt: water under the bridge, dear hubert

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

adefinitelyrealboy: Let me check with Mr. and Mrs. Drake.

adefinitelyrealboy: I will be right back!

Lou: while we’re waiting for boyd @Junior-Woodchuck74 go yell at gyro

Lou: i’m invested now, sadly

lenaonme: skdlskdfls

ICanDeweyIt: JOIN ME, DEAR BROTHER

ICanDeweyIt: SEEN THE LIGHT, HAVE YOU?

Lou: no.

Violet-Sabrewing: Dewford, PLEASE turn capslock off.

ICanDeweyIt: NEVER!!!

TheWebbedWonder: now he won’t turn it off out of spite

ICanDeweyIt: YEAH!

lenaonme: everybody shut up now i wanna see this

Family Group Chat!!!

8:23 am

Junior-Woodchuck74: GYRO GEARLOOSE

Lil’ Bulb: Uh oh

dr. mad scientist: it’s dr. gyro gearloose to you

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

aw-phooey: Huey.

Violet-Sabrewing: He’s already here, Hubert. He replied to your original message.

lenaonme: he knows lol

dr. mad scientist: jeeze oh my god i’m here!!

dr. mad scientist: what do you want.

Junior-Woodchuck74: LET ME BACK IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUPCHAT.

dr. mad scientist: no.

ihaveahead!!!: sorry huey, he restricted admin rights :/

Lil’ Bulb: it sucks.

Lil’ Bulb: @dr. mad scientist give me admin rights

dr. mad scientist: no way.

dr. mad scientist: you’d go mad with power

dr. mad scientist: that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Lil’ Bulb: am no longer baby. want power.

green-sharpie: @Lil’ Bulb I respect YOU!!!

Lil’ Bulb: as you should.

Indy_Sabrewing: Are we not concerned about this?

Scrooge-McDuck: nah, it only went evil when itwas bulked up by Beaks’ crappy tech

Scrooge-McDuck: and we handled it once. We can handle it again.

Lil’ Bulb: so you think…

Indy_Sabrewing: That does nothing to reassure my worries.

Scrooge-McDuck: It’ll be fine!

Scrooge-McDuck: The only one who needs to be worried is Gyro

dr. mad scientist: what??

Scrooge-McDuck: Lil’ Bulb could easily manage a robot uprising!

Lil’ Bulb: thanks for the idea!

dr. mad scientist: excuse you, i’d be on the forefront of that!!

dr. mad scientist: in fact, it’s already in development!

Adventure-Pilot: what??

dr. mad scientist: nothing.

Blathering-Blatherskite: Ohh, so that’s what that file was about!!

wreathedingold: did someone say robot uprising??

wreathedingold: sounds fun, I’m in

wreathedingold: @Lil’ Bulb hire me as a freelance fighter

Lil’ Bulb: name your price.

Scrooge-McDuck: Bless me bagpipes!! You can’t be serious!!

Scrooge-McDuck: You can’t hire Goldie!!

wreathedingold: you snooze, you lose, Scroogey!

wreathedingold: you’re looking at Admiral O’Gilt of the newly christened Mechanical Forces!

Violet-Sabrewing: Wait, when were you hired?

wreathedingold: in PMs.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts.

dr. mad scientist: excuse me!! Are we just going to ignore this complete injustice?!?!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yeah! Add me to the Team Science group chat!!

dr. mad scientist: no stupid!! I’M supposed to be in charge of the robot army!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Don’t call my son stupid, stupid!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: <3

Lil’ Bulb: nah.

Lil’ Bulb: I love you creator but my time has come

dr. mad scientist: this is infuriating!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know, add me!!

dr. mad scientist: oh my god shut up!!!

Adventure-Pilot: hey, don’t tell my son to shut up!!

dr. mad scientist: i can if i want to!!

aw-phooey: don’t tell huey to shut up.

dr. mad scientist: …

dr. mad scientist: fine.

Adventure-Pilot: aw, come on!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: to be fair, mom, I think you ruined your credibility with him when you proclaimed your detest of black licorice and Oxy-Chew flavor to everyone who’d listen and then upon your reunion instead of punching him you hugged him

Adventure-Pilot: well what was i supposed to do?! Gyro is my friend and I missed him!!

Lucky-Gander: aww, that’s sweet of you, Dells!

Lucky-Gander: I didn’t realize you had friends!

TheCrashiestCrash: I’m her friend!!

Adventure-Pilot: and I punched him afterwards.

Adventure-Pilot: aww thanks LP!

TheCrashiestCrash: anytime!

Lucky-Gander: there she is.

Adventure-Pilot: shut up Gladstone.

Adventure-Pilot: Go back to lurking.

Lucky-Gander: Whatever you say.

Lucky-Gander: Ooh, I just found twenty dollars!

aw-phooey: oh my god.

Scrooge-McDuck: Spare me.

Lil’ Bulb: everyone listen up!

Lil’ Bulb: I am collecting warriors for the robot army.

TheWebbedWonder: Destruction!! sounds fun!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: am I robot enough?

dr. mad scientist: shut up fenton

mutant-krill!!!!: You’re a robot?????

mutant-krill!!!!: so cool!!

mutant-krill!!!!: can I study you when I get back to Duckburg??

Blathering-Blatherskite: uhhh

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a robot

dr. mad scientist: SHUT UP FENTON

Blathering-Blatherskite: okay okay

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m in but

green-sharpie: oh boy

Scrooge-McDuck: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: oh boy

aw-phooey: oh boy

lenaonme: oh boy

TheCrashiestCrash: let’s see how many “oh boys” we can get in before Huey finishes typing!

Adventure-Pilot: oh boy

Indy_Sabrewing: oh boy

Lucky-Gander: oh boy

Violet-Sabrewing: oh boy

mutant-krill!!!!: oh boy

Tea Time: oh boy

ihaveahead!!!: oh boy

moonlander-general: oh boy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Are you utilizing robots for the army as well as humans? What is the recruiting process like for that? Who else are you recruiting outside of this group chat? What will life in the army look like? Who exactly are we fighting? If we win, how will society and life change? Will there be a difference between the human soldiers and technological soldiers? How does one advance in the ranks? What are the hours of fighting? How will one be able to fit in other activities, such as adventuring, school, and Junior Woodchuck activities with army life? What will the food be like?

TheWebbedWonder: oh boy

TheWebbedWonder: aww i missed it

lenaonme: f in chat

green-sharpie: f

aw-phooey: f

Blathering-Blatherskite: It’s okay Webby! Huey types fast!

TheWebbedWonder: 💖💖💕💞💝

moonlander-general: why are you typing “f”?

Adventure-Pilot: it’s a MEME!!!!

Adventure-Pilot: did I do it kids did i meme

ICanDeweyIt: good job mom!!

Adventure-Pilot: YAY!!!!! <3 <3 💖💕

dr. mad scientist: wow you’re pathetic.

aw-phooey: shut up gyro

Adventure-Pilot: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: and add me to the team science group chat

Lil’ Bulb: @Junior-Woodchuck74

Lil’ Bulb: Yes, obviously. My personal recruiters and I will ask them and send out a large broadcast across major wifi and power lines. I might recruit other robot-favorable fighters, like Gandra Dee. Army life is tough, but it builds character. We are fighting any dissenters, like Gyro. And Scrooge. Robots will be equal to humans on all standings. Through hard work. Anytime we need to - set hours will let our opponents take advantage of us. You’ll be able to if you try. It won’t be nuts and bolts, I’ll tell you that, but I have yet to find a cook.

TheWebbedWonder: Ooh, Granny can cook!

Tea Time: no.

Tea Time: I have enough to deal with as it is.

Scrooge-McDuck: wait, you’re fighting me?!

Scrooge-McDuck: why??

Lil’ Bulb: Because you disrespected my Admiral and my word.

wreathedingold: hah, take that Scroogey!

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll get you for this!!

Tea Time: on second thought, it might be fun to spite Mr. McDuck.

Scrooge-McDuck: what????

ghostbutler: agreed.

Scrooge-McDuck: what?????????

Scrooge-McDuck: how did you two finally manage to come to an agreement on THIS out of everything???

lenaonme: idk but it’s really funny!!

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts. Forget this, i have REAL work to do!

aw-phooey: have fun counting your coins for the millionth time!!

dr. mad scientist: wait no we need to plan our defense!!

Scrooge-McDuck: what do you think I’m doing???

Scrooge-McDuck: @dr. mad scientist my office. Now.

moonlander-general: are we actually doing this?

Blathering-Blatherskite: I guess so. Gyro just left…

moonlander-general: this is ridiculous.

Indy_Sabrewing: agreed.

purpleisforthegays: this worries me

purpleisforthegays: I don’t want Lena and Violet to fight in a war

Violet-Sabrewing: To be fair, we already fought the Moonlander invasion

purpleisforthegays: true…

Junior-Woodchuck74: don’t forget the true purpose of this conversation!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

dr. mad scientist: WHAT.

Junior-Woodchuck74: add. me. to. the. team. science. group. Chat.

dr. mad scientist: ugh FINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: finally!! At long last, victory!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: yay, Huey!!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good job Huey!!!

mutant-krill!!!!: congrats!!

mutant-krill!!!!: although I’m not entirely sure what I’m congratulating you for… I spent most of this conversation having a delightfully interesting chat with a sea star!!!

Adventure-Pilot: uhh that’s great fethry

TheWebbedWonder: ooh you’ll have to tell me about it sometime!!

mutant-krill!!!!: I definitely will, Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: omg I’m a Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: This is the fourth best day of my life!!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Fourth?

Blathering-Blatherskite: What are the first three?

TheWebbedWonder: The first was when the triplets moved in and I went on my first adventure! The second was when I met Violet and got Lena back! The third was when I went on a real spy mission with Uncle Scrooge and he let me call him Uncle Scrooge!!!

Scrooge-McDuck: aww, Webby darling!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Nice itemized list.

TheWebbedWonder: Thanks!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Webby, that is so sweet!!

TheWebbedWonder: <3 <3

moonlander-general: I still do not understand the “f”

Scrooge-McDuck: Me neither, Penumbra.

ICanDeweyIt: it’s from a game

ICanDeweyIt: the full phrase is “press f to pay respects”

moonlander-general: ah, I see.

moonlander-general: So it is… solidarity?

ICanDeweyIt: YES!!!

ICanDeweyIt: Congrats Aunt Penny

green-sharpie: omg baby’s first meme

moonlander-general: Aunt Penny?

Adventure-Pilot: yeah that’s how i introduced you lol hope you don’t mind!!!~

moonlander-general: ...it’s okay.

Adventure-Pilot: she loves it 💖💕

group chat: Science Gays

worldsgreatestinventor, worldsgreatestinvention, fentonium, Headless-Mannyhorse, adefinitelyrealboy, shut up with the exclamation points already

2:04 pm

worldsgreatestinventor added Junior-Woodchuck74

adefinitelyrealboy: Hi, Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hi Boyd!!

Headless-Mannyhorse: welcome

shut up with the exclamation points already: Huey!! What a nice surprise!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: wait who are you?

shut up with the exclamation points already: Fethry!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh hi Uncle Fethry!! ❤️

worldsgreatestinventor: unfortunately, Manny set this chat up and added him.

worldsgreatestinvention: he comes into the lab to study marine biology and stuff he found in the ocean when he’s in duckburg

shut up with the exclamation points already: and I am grateful to him for it!!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: to be fair, Dr. Gearloose, you did create my name.

worldsgreatestinventor: yes, and it’s fitting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: huh neat!

shut up with the exclamation points already: exclamation points are fun!!

adefinitelyrealboy: They sure are, Mr. Duck!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: Oh, call me Fethry!

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay, Mr. Fethry!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: close enough, I suppose

Junior-Woodchuck74: Anyway, what do you talk about in this chat? What scientific breakthroughs are you currently working on?

fentonium: Gyro was just complaining about Starducks for the past three hours.

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY NEVER GET MY ORDER OR MY NAME RIGHT

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY THINK THE NAME “GYRO” IS AN ALLUSION TO THE EFFING SANDWICH

Headless-Mannyhorse: haha you censored yourself

worldsgreatestinventor: ...i’m not entirely convinced that donald doesn’t have some sort of tracking device on huey’s phone so he can hunt me down if i swear

fentonium: never thought I’d see the day the great Dr. Gyro Gearloose is scared of something!

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up

Junior-Woodchuck74: In all honesty, you’re probably right.

Junior-Woodchuck74: I found a weird program on my phone titled “Uno” one day and Uncle Donald told me “not to worry about it”

adefinitelyrealboy: That’s an interesting program name!

fentonium: could it be because you are the oldest triplet?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Maybe, but don’t let Dewey hear that

shut up with the exclamation points already: maybe the program’s name is an allusion to the Three Caballeros!

Headless-Mannyhorse: the three what now

worldsgreatestinventor: honestly manny the less you know about this crazy family the less confusing it is

Headless-Mannyhorse: fair

Junior-Woodchuck74: eh they’re just Uncle Donald’s college band. Pretty tame as far as it goes

shut up with the exclamation points already: there was a six month ish period during college where he moved to New Quackmore with them and basically went radio silent

shut up with the exclamation points already: He always told us it was to work on their songs!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm, suspicious. Ty feth i’ll look into it

fentonium: ooh do I smell an incoming investigation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: 👀

Junior-Woodchuck74: pms

worldsgreatestinventor: i hate you all

adefinitelyrealboy: even me?

worldsgreatestinventor: …

worldsgreatestinventor: no, not you Boyd

adefinitelyrealboy: !!!!! <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I love you Dr. Gearloose!!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i love you too boyd

Junior-Woodchuck74: aww

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

2:45 pm

Junior-Woodchuck74: You should really change your name, Fenton.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I know I know

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Gyro’s always on my case about it.

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm when did he become “Gyro” and not “Dr. Gearloose”?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: We’re here to discuss the intricacies and hidden depths of the Three Caballeros, not the nature of Gyro and I’s relationship.

Junior-Woodchuck74: sure sure

Junior-Woodchuck74: so

Junior-Woodchuck74: Uncle Donald

TotallyNotGizmoduck: are you certain there’s something you wish to investigate here?

Junior-Woodchuck74: absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: we said “no more family secrets” but my siblings and I have come to the conclusion that he has some

Junior-Woodchuck74: like that Uno program

TotallyNotGizmoduck: “some,” as in, more than one?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yes.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Wait, if Donald has a program to monitor your phones won’t he be privy to this very conversation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: SHOOT YOU’RE RIGHT

Junior-Woodchuck74: ABORT ABORT

Junior-Woodchuck74: You’ll just have to come over to the mansion. On a totally random day. That we definitely aren’t planning an investigation.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I am eagerly awaiting our surprise rendezvous!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: While you’re there at our unplanned meeting, you, Webby, Violet, and I should rig up an encrypted group chat!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Sounds like a fun and enjoyable activity that we will only use for spontaneous activities!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: now about you and gyro…

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh look at that Mr. McDuck is calling I have to go offline bye Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m not dropping this Fenton!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know you’re staring at your locked phone reading the notifications

Junior-Woodchuck74: You saw me with Gyro and the Team Science chat you know I don’t give up easily

Teach Penny and Mom Pokémon Group Chat!!!

4:42 pm

ICanDeweyIt: this chat has been suspiciously silent

moonlander-general: do I really need to be here?

universesgreatestadventurer: Don’t you want to know about this integral part of earth culture?

universesgreatestadventurer: also it would make me sad if you refused

moonlander-general: ...I suppose

wildlymisunderstood: you’ve gone soft.

ICanDeweyIt: mom really said 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: oh no a meme i don’t know!!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: oh shoot i don’t know how to explain this one

lenaonme: the emoji’s name is the pleading emoji that should tell you enough tbh

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i guess so

universesgreatestadventurer: it’s okay webby

universesgreatestadventurer: I’ll figure it out eventually

universesgreatestadventurer: I’m the great Della Duck, after all!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: That’s true!! You’re amazing!!

universesgreatestadventurer: aw hon you’re too sweet 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: did I do it?? Did I meme right???

green-sharpie: not quite, but props for trying

universesgreatestadventurer: i’ll get it eventually

aw-phooey: just do it wrong dells it annoys them to no avail

Junior-Woodchuck74: HAH

Junior-Woodchuck74: I KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE

aw-phooey: Huey please

aw-phooey: i’m offended you’d think i wouldn’t know how to meme.

aw-phooey: besides i have seven kids

green-sharpie: wait seven??

aw-phooey: i’m counting boyd sorry gyro

wildlymisunderstood: NO HE’S MINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m screenshotting this to send to him!!!

wildlymisunderstood: DON’T YOU DARE

wildlymisunderstood: if you shut up i’ll give you an internship at the lab

Junior-Woodchuck74: …

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh fine

Junior-Woodchuck74: but you have to tell him at some point!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: you have a whole group chat full of witnesses now dr. g

wildlymisunderstood: ...I’m going to regret this aren’t I

TheCrashiestCrash: sooo… are we going to play some pokémon or…?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES POKÉMON PARTY

ICanDeweyIt: okay wait

ICanDeweyIt: mom you got penny a phone right?

universesgreatestadventurer: well technically Uncle Scrooge got it for her because I was on the moon for ten years and i’m broke and have no money

universesgreatestadventurer: but yeah

ICanDeweyIt: okay we’ll start with pokemon go since that’s the only console she has

ICanDeweyIt: just come over on uhh friday

moonlander-general: I can do that.

universesgreatestadventurer: IT’S A DATE!!!

Family Group Chat!!!

5:12 pm

Tea Time: Everyone offline. Dinner is ready.

Junior-Woodchuck74: How did you know we were texting? This groupchat has been silent for hours

TheWebbedWonder: yes it’s quite a tragedy

green-sharpie: f

lenaonme: f

Adventure-Pilot: f

Adventure-Pilot: @moonlander-general I DID IT!!! You do it too

moonlander-general: f

Adventure-Pilot: *wipes away tear* omg i’m so proud

ICanDeweyIt: she’s come so far

ICanDeweyIt: you both have

TheWebbedWonder: but they have a long way to go before they can save anyone

green-sharpie: shut up about avatar shut up about avatar

TheWebbedWonder: no

Tea Time: To answer your question, Huey, Dewey and Louie are on the couch in the TV room and they’re both texting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Ah, makes sense

Junior-Woodchuck74: also we have multiple TV rooms

lenaonme: heheh rich kid problemz

Junior-Woodchuck74: you come over to our house twice a week shut up middle class kid

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll have you know I worked hard for my fortune! Years of backbreaking labor!

wreathedingold: yeah you’re proud of it we get it

Scrooge-McDuck: says the woman who made her fortune dishonestly!!

Scrooge-McDuck: and, may I add, who has less money than me!

wreathedingold: it’s only a matter of time

green-sharpie: ugh now you sound like glomgold

wreathedingold: ugh pass

lenaonme: lmao

aw-phooey: language.

Indy_Sabrewing: language

Tea Time: Dinner.

green-sharpie: Money!

TheWebbedWonder: flaming machetes!!!!!!!

aw-phooey: webby no.

lenaonme: webby yes!!

Tea Time: everyone offline.

lenaonme: i don’t even live here lollllll lame

Tea Time: Lena. Go offline so you don’t distract everyone else during dinner.

lenaonme: oh all right

lenaonme: but only because i want chocolate chip pancakes when i come over to the mansion on saturday.

Tea Time: I’ll keep it in mind.

TheWebbedWonder: aw Lena, you know Granny can’t say no to you!

TheWebbedWonder: she loves you too much

lenaonme: !!! lskdfhdksl

Tea Time: Webbigail, please. Come eat.

Tea Time: ...but she’s not wrong, Lena dear.

lenaonme: <3 <3 alksdhfghdskl;ldkf

PM between worldsgreatestinventor and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl

10:56 pm

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: dr. g!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: small child.

worldsgreatestinventor: shouldn’t you be asleep by now?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: shouldn’t you?

worldsgreatestinventor: i’m busy with a new project that will blow the collective world’s mind.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: nice nice but when’s the last time you slept?

worldsgreatestinventor: i got a couple hours in yesterday afternoon

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: doctorrrrr geeeeaaarrrloooseee

worldsgreatestinventor: oh my god just say what you came here for

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: so! Boyd!

worldsgreatestinventor: oh boy

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i think it went pretty well don’t you think?

worldsgreatestinventor: yeah actually

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i just wanted to check that you’re doing okay with it

worldsgreatestinventor: i am thanks

worldsgreatestinventor: what for though? You wouldn’t have kicked Boyd out if he was making me uncomfortable

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: idk i didn’t think that far ahead

worldsgreatestinventor: i can tell

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: just… offer comfort, I guess? Or get Huey or Uncle Donald to do it

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: or Uncle Ty

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: they’re better at it than me

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up you’re doing fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: You don’t need actual comforting though

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: sides i’d comfort the heck out of you if you needed it!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t doubt that

11:07 pm

worldsgreatestinventor: anyway thanks webby

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: anytime!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I do have a price for my services though

worldsgreatestinventor: oh no louie’s gotten to you hasn’t he

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: can I have a hug next time i see you?

worldsgreatestinventor: ...fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: five seconds long at most. I’ll be timing you.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: eh we’ll see about that

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: when I met Lena she avoided hugs like the plague, but now she looks for any excuse to hug me!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: we’ll make a hugger out of you yet

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t know about that

worldsgreatestinventor: wait, we?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: …

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: della and i have been plotting.

worldsgreatestinventor: figures.

worldsgreatestinventor: now go to sleep small child!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: only if you do too

worldsgreatestinventor: fine fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: !!! slfkhdks

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: good night!!

worldsgreatestinventor: good night.

Science Gays

4:35 am

Headless-Mannyhorse: wait didn’t mr. mcduck say something about the three caballeros fighting evil with a xylophone

namez! Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22* / Tea Time Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite / fentonium Manny: ihaveahead!!! / Headless-Mannyhorse Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! / shut up with the exclamation points already Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general Boyd: adefinitelyrealboy

*main

don’t ask me how disney works since they’re from disney and would be on disney+ i don’t know all i know is that dewey loves hamilton ok

i read multiple webby and gyro fics the other day they’re a very underrated dynamic & i’m soft for them ok

also i don’t know a lot about pokemon so if anyone has tips on that mini plotline lmk i have no clue why i put that in

i’m too tired for a full author’s note so uhh have fun kids ily

Chapter 3

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #huey duck #gyro gearloose #webby vanderquack #wavey writes #ducktales fanfiction #my fanfic #complete and utter chaos #fenton crackshell-cabrera #dewey duck #lil bulb

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the retrospective: alice’s 1k special || lover masterlist

matchup requests: CLOSED

@euphylli asked: Hi I am here for a matchup! Im ESFP and a Slytherin. My patronus is a fox. Im kinda loud, stubborn, playful, loving, creative. I really love playing the guitar or painting. I usually dress in either a t-shirt or a hoodie and a pair of jeans. I like Dr.Pepper and my favorite team is Seijoh.♡

A/N: omg hi vi!!!! Thank you sm for submitting and you have exquisite taste bc seijoh is also my favorite team 💚 -alice

Your matchup is: Iwaizumi Hajime:

How you met: You and Iwa meet online (kind of)! He’s a huge godzilla fan and spends a lot of his time searching for vintage merch/unique merchandise of his favorite nuclear-breath breathing monster. Your own love of painting serves you well because you create custom prints of different anime/film posters + paint clothing/accessories as well - Godzilla being no exception. You have a small online store and one day Iwa finds it and falls in love with u lmao with your art. He notices that you have a booth at the local creative fair and decides to go check out your shop. Definitely a bit nervous and shy because wow you’re beautiful but he ends up chatting you up + going home with a few posters and a hoodie.

Your first date: Is it a date though? You and Iwa end connecting and talking more via text/messaging. He ends up commissioning a series of custom paintings from you because he absolutely loves how your art tastefully spruces up his apartment with something he loves. It ends up taking a while and you meet with him several times to go over different aspects of the painting/framing. At the last meet-up he asks if you would want to do this again...and at first you’re like “????” but then he clarifies he’s like “no, i meant go on a date with me not paint me a new piece.” It’s really chill - you were going to his place next week to help install/hang the painting anyways so that turns into hang the paintings + date night binging all godzilla related content. Very wholesome and you end up falling asleep on each other.

Your first kiss: Iwa is not so secretly a hopeless romantic, so he wants your first kiss with him to be something special. He’s not going to stress over it, but he does want to kiss you when the moment is right. I feel like it might happen after a nice, little more formal date with him. The two of you met up and went to a fancy restaurant - you were a little dressed up, nothing too fancy but definitely a little more dressy that what you’d wear on a more casual day. He’s walking you home and it’s just a nice quiet dusk and it’s really calm as the two of you stroll down the street hand in hand. When he gets to your door he doesn’t want to leave so soon so the two of you kind of flirt/chat on your doorstep. Definitely one to ask “can I kiss you?” If you nod he’ll cup your cheek and look into your eyes before your lips meet in a soft kiss.

Anniversary: Spends the weekend at the beach with you. You both take some time off work and manage to find an affordable cabin near the waterfront that’s a little farther away from all the super noisy tourist hotspots - it’s like your little piece of paradise, but still close enough that the two of you can visit the livelier areas of the town around the beach if you want. Lots of romantic walks down boardwalks, stargazing/hanging out on the beach at night with a few chilled cans of Dr. Pepper on a picnic blanket, singing together around a small fire while you play the guitar. Probably surprises you with a small gift - matching pendants/necklaces that you both always wear after that weekend.

How they propose: Makes Oikawa, Makki and Mattsun come with him when he goes to buy a ring for you. He’s incredibly nervous and wants to make sure he choses a band that really matches your playful and loving spirit that he adores so much. Settles on a small handcrafted ring from a local jeweler made of several intertwining pieces of metal to mimic vines/branches + topped with a small jewel. His proposal was originally planned but ends up being completely impromptu because you end up accidentally stumbling across the ring box when you go refill on snacks during a movie night. He kinda panics a bit but then just decides screw it and gets down on one knee and asks you to marry him.

What your wedding looks like: Shittykawa isn’t invited JKJK Oikawa is his best man, and honestly does a bunch of the planning - he helps deal with the logistics side while you and your creative side take charge of the decorations, invitations and entertainment for the night. It’s a modest ceremony, neither of you want something over the top. During the reception, you surprise Iwa with a song that you wrote yourself, playing the guitar and singing for him (he’s totally crying). Your first dance with him is to a recording of the songs you sang with him during that annivesary trip to the beach.

Newlywed/domestic hc: For your honeymoon you and Iwa decide to rent out the same cabin that you did all those years ago for your first anniversary. It’s nice to revisit the town/beach where the two of you have so many memories and look back on it with fondness. Unlike the first trip, the two of you have more time to just sit back and relax. You try to revisit some of your favorite local restaurants or places with funny/fond memories - like the part of the beach where you got stung by a jellyfish or the hole-in-the-wall restaurant with the best calamari the two of you have eated. Of course, you find a model of the fish that has a name similar to Tooru and you can’t help but take a selfie to send to (teast/bully) your husband’s best friend.

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #seijoh #aoba johsai #the retrospective #alice's 1k special

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HIDDEN SECRET- THE BOYZ SANGYEON SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER VI. LAST CHANCE - RATED M

NOTE: FOR CHAPTERS WITH “R” MEANS RATED/HAVE SMUT SCENES

WARNING: VERY DETAILED SMUT SCENE!

CHAPTERS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4-R / 5-R / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10-R / 11-FINAL-R

NEXT DAY...

It was a normal day for Y/N working in the hotel but still she misses Sangyeon’s call in the office and accommodating him in the hotel for the whole day.

“Y/N, we know that you miss him! Some day you will meet him again!” Jacob said.

“You’re right Jacob! But for now, he should focus on fixing his issue so, that his name will be clear.” Y/N said

“We know that Sangyeon is a strong person and can overcome it.” Kevin said and Y/N smiled at them. Then someone sent a text message to her and it was Sangyeon.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Sangyeon: Good morning Y/N! You missed me, right?

Y/N: Of course! I remember that every minute you have lots of request to me! How’s dealing with your issue?

Sangyeon: I am still coordinating to someone who can help me to clear my name and it seems for now it will be hard for me to go everywhere now because reporters might see me.

Y/N: Oh! It means you will be busy in the next few months?

Sangyeon: Yes! So, expect I might not call or send you a text message in the next few months.

Y/N: It’s ok Sangyeon! I understand and it seems you still have many things you should undergo dealing with your issue.

Sangyeon: Thank you very much for your understanding Y/N! But tell me you also missed the other things I did to you, Am I right?

Y/N: Are you really going to ask me that, right now? But yes! I missed it also.

Sangyeon: Should we meet secretly? Because this will be your last chance to be with me and I might not really see you and I might not have communication with you for the next few months.

“OMG! I didn’t see that coming from him!” Y/N thought.

Y/N: Ok! Fine Sangyeon! Where should we meet?

Sangyeon: Juyeon will pick you up and you will know where we will meet.

Y/N: Ok! Sangyeon! I am free tomorrow because it’s my rest day.

Sangyeon: Ok good I will tell Juyeon later! I bet I disturb you now because you are working now.

Y/N: Don’t worry we don’t have much guests as of the moment. But if you have other things to do you can go now and someone might saw our text messages to each other.

Sangyeon: ok! See you tomorrow Y/N! Have a nice day!

Y/N: See you tomorrow! Have a nice day too Sangyeon!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“OMG! I will meet him tomorrow! “Y/N thought and tries to calm herself down.

“Hey Y/N! Why are you like that? Did Sangyeon send you a text message” Younghoon asked.

“Yup! I am just really happy that we still have communication.” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Aww! How sweet Sangyeon is!” Jinhee said and she teased Y/N and she blushed and they laughed. Then as time goes by, it was their lunch break.

IN THE CONDO UNIT...

“Juyeon can you pick-up Y/N in her apartment tomorrow? I want to see her and can she stay here just until dinner? so that she can join us for dinner?” Sangyeon asked.

“Sure! Since I have no clients to train tomorrow.” Juyeon said.

“Don’t tell me Sangyeon, you will also have sex with her tomorrow?” Hyunjae said and Juyeon laughed and he became quiet.

“I knew it! You can do it to her. But you can use that room *points to a door*” Hyunjae said.

“Why? What is different with that room?” Sangyeon asked.

“That is a soundproof room and don’t worry it has a bed too, Sangyeon.” Hyunjae said.

“Wow! I didn’t know that you have that kind of room. Who used that room?” Sangyeon said.

“Me! Because sometimes I have to concentrate on doing yoga.” Hyunjae said.

“Oh! I thought you are bringing girls there, Hyunjae.” Sangyeon said as he teased him and Juyeon laughed too.

“Yah! I am not that kind of person Sangyeon! I would rather bring my one and only girlfriend here than bring just a random girl.” Hyunjae said and they laughed more.

“Sangyeon, Hyunjae is telling the truth and this will be his first time to let use that room to others and you will be the first one will be able to use that room for other purposes.” Juyeon said and he laughed.

“Oh! I am sorry about that Hyunjae! We will definitely use it tomorrow and I will clean it! Don't worry!” Sangyeon said.

“Ok! That’s good Sangyeon! “ Hyunjae said and they still laughing. Then Hyunjae and Juyeon left Sangyeon in the condo unit.

IN THE OFFICE...

While they are still working, someone went to the desk and it was Hyunjae.

“Oh! Good afternoon Hyunjae! What brings you here?” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Do you have time now? I just want to talk with you and I will treat you in a coffee shop near here.” Hyunjae asked and smiled at her.

“I will ask first Kevin, our manager.” Y/N said and when she was about to go Kevin’s office...

“It’s ok Y/N! I bet it will be serious matter and you can have early out too.” Kevin said and winked at her.

“Are you sure about that? But he just wanted to talk to me and I can come back here.” Y/N said.

“It’s really ok Y/N! Just take your time with him since he’s also Mr. Lee’s friend.” Kevin said and smiled at her.

“Ok! If you said so Kevin. Hyunjae wait for me ok?” Y/N said and smiled at him and Hyunjae nodded.

“Thanks, Kevin for allowing her to talk to me but you don’t need to let her have an early out in work.” Hyunjae said.

“Y/N deserves to have some rest too that’s why I allowed her have early out today.” Kevin said and when Jinhee saw that Y/N carried her things...

“Y/N, where are you going?” Jinhee asked.

“Our shift hasn’t ended yet, where are you going Y/N?” Jacob asked.

“Guys one of Sangyeon’s friend, Hyunjae wants to talk to me now and Kevin let me have an early out.” Y/N said.

“Oh! But you will go home after talking to Hyunjae, right?” Jinhee said.

“Yes! Don’t worry I will go home Jinhee. I have to go guys!” Y/N said.

“Ok! Take care Y/N! Bye!” They said to Y/N and she left them.

“I have to go Kevin. Thanks!” Y/N said.

“No problem! You should rest too! Also, Hyunjae drive safely her going home later!” Kevin said.

“Don’t worry Kevin I will drive safely later.” Hyunjae said and smiled at him and Y/N left with him and then while they are going to a coffee shop...

“It seems your manager is really nice.” Hyunjae said.

“You know, that was the only first time he wants me to have an early out.” Y/N said and he laughs.

“Is it because you were the one who accommodated Sangyeon when he stayed in the hotel?”Hyunjae said.

“I think so! Because they all know I am really a fan of him and they are letting me to do things so that I will be with him.” Y/N said.

“Oh! They are really supportive to you huh?” Hyunjae said and smiled at her.

“Yup! They really are supportive especially my friend Jinhee.” Y/N said and smiled back at him.Then as they reached in a coffee shop and...

“Choose your favorite dessert Y/N. Don’t choose me ok? I don’t have anything to show you right now and I will be the one who will pay it.” Hyunjae said and winked at her as she made a joke to her.

“He really does know how to flirt! Huh?” Y/N thought and she just laughs at him.

“You are really good at jokes huh? I would rather choose a double chocolate cake than you.” Y/N said and Hyunjae pouted and she laughed.

“I will just search a spot for us.” Y/N said and Hyunjae nodded and then when she is waiting for Hyunjae, she is just scrolling her phone and few minutes Hyunjae went to the table and...

“Here’s your dessert Y/N.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her.

“Thanks, Hyunjae! By the way, what do you want to talk about?” Y/N asked.

“I know that you really like Sangyeon because you are his fan and I want to tell you that I have feelings to you” Hyunjae said and she was shocked.

“I didn’t expect you will confess to me Hyunjae.” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, I know you will choose Sangyeon over me. I am just worried to you that you might get hurt in terms of your feelings when you know that what Sangyeon is doing to you especially you also know what set-up you are in with him.” Hyunjae said.

“I understand your intention and thanks for your concern to me, Hyunjae! But don’t worry about me because even though it’s sad to think that we are just in friends with benefits set-up I understand that it will be hard for him to date now and he don’t want another person will be affected because of his issue.” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Ok! Just tell me if you have problems ok? Then I will help you.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her.

“Don’t worry! We are now close friends Hyunjae! “Y/N said and smiled back to him and it was time for them to go home and while Hyunjae is driving her home.

“You will meet Sangyeon tomorrow, right?” Hyunjae asked.

“Yup! He told me that Juyeon will pick me up tomorrow and he didn’t tell me where we will meet. Do you have any idea?” Y/N said.

“I don’t have any idea Y/N, I just heard that Juyeon will pick you up.” Hyunjae said as he didn’t tell that it was actually in their condo unit.

“Oh! Ok! I bet I should just know everything tomorrow.” Y/N said and as they reached the apartment...

“Thank you so much Hyunjae for driving me again home! Good night and take care!” Y/N said and smiled at him

“No problem Y/N! Take care and good night!”Hyunjae said and smiled back to him and he left and Y/N went in her apartment and Jinhee approached.

“How’s the conversation with Hyunjae?” Jinhee asked.

“It’s great! But I didn’t expect that he likes me.” Y/N said.

“OMO! He just confessed to you today?” Jinhee said.

“Yup! But he knows that I will still choose Sangyeon and he was just concerned about my feelings about having just a friends with benefits relationship with Sangyeon because he thinks I might get hurt in terms of my feelings towards the set-up.” Y/N said.

“Wow! Hyunjae is really concerned to you.”Jinhee said.

“I am happy he is a good and concerned friend to me“ Y/N said and smiled at her.

“By the way, do you have any plans tomorrow?” Jinhee asked.

“Yup! I will meet Sangyeon tomorrow.” Y/N said.

“Where are you going to meet him?” Jinhee said.

“I don’t know he told me that Juyeon will pick me up and drive me where we will meet.” Y/N said.

“Don’t tell me you will have some sex session again with him.”Jinhee said and Y/N can’t control her laughter.

“Wow! You are unbelievable Y/N! Fine! It seems you are really comfortable to him.” Jinhee said.

“This is will be my last chance to Sangyeon because we might not have communications after few months because he will be very busy because of the issue he has to fix.” Y/N said.

“Ok! I get it Y/N! Have fun tomorrow with him, Y/N! I will go with Jacob and Younghoon going for a trip but don’t worry it will not be an overnight trip. I will go home too.” Jinhee said.

Oh! Ok! Have fun tomorrow too with Jacob and Younghoon! Also, don’t worry I will go home after having dinner with Sangyeon.” Y/N said.

“Are you really sure about that? I might wait you again for a long time and Sangyeon will answer the phone that you are not going home.” Jinhee said.

“Trust me Jinhee! I will go home tomorrow after having dinner with him.” Y/N said.

“Ok! Ok! We should sleep now! Good night Y/N!” Jinhee said.

“Ok! Good night too Jinhee!” Y/N said and they both went to sleep.

WHILE IN THE CONDO UNIT...

When Hyunjae just got home...

“Where did you go Hyunjae?” Sangyeon asked.

“I meet with Y/N while she’s in work.” Hyunjae said.

“Oh! Why did you meet her?” Sangyeon asked.

“I just talked to her and their manager, Kevin let Y/N have an early out and after we talked to a coffee shop, I drive her home.” Hyunjae said.

“What did you talk about with her?” Sangyeon asked.

“I am was just concerned to her and I confessed my feelings to her.” Hyunjae said.

“What? You told her that you like her?” Sangyeon asked.

“Yes! Why do you ask? It seems you are bothered by it. “ Hyunjae said and looked at him.

“No Hyunjae! I am just kind a shocked because you just confessed your feelings to her, right away.” Sangyeon asked.

“Don’t worry, I know that I will never win her heart over you. Okay? But if you are really not interested to her, I will try to win her heart” Hyunjae said and looked at him again.

“Ok! I don’t mind since our set-up is only friends with benefits.” Sangyeon said and Hyunjae laughed.

“I am just joking Sangyeon! I don’t want Y/N to be bothered by me since we are also friends.” Hyunjae said and Sangyeon just laughed. Then after their conversation, they just went to sleep since Sangyeon will meet Y/N tomorrow.

NEXT DAY...

Jinhee was the first one who left the apartment because their trip with Younghoon and Jacob are really early and Y/N waited Juyeon to pick her up in the apartment and that time Juyeon was outside and Y/N went to his car and...

“Where are we going Juyeon?” Y/N asked.

“Just wait and see Y/N. Since Sangyeon is waiting for you there.” Juyeon said and smiled at her.

“Ok! I will just wait until we go there. Don’t you have any clients to train today?” Y/N said and smiled back.

“I have no training schedules when it’s weekend. Hyunjae is the one who has a schedule during the weekend but as far as I remember he has 3 clients to train and he just went home.” Juyeon said.

“Oh! I see! At least all of you have some time for vacation.” Y/N said.

“Yup! Sometimes Sangyeon is not joining us whenever we have a trip because he has many clients to train and can’t find time to have at least his own vacation.” Juyeon said.

“Wow! Sangyeon’s popularity is really no joke.” Y/N said.

“Yup! I think he had some time now to rest ever since the issue was broke out because some of his clients cancel or didn’t want to continue his training with him.” Juyeon said.

“That’s so sad to hear that Juyeon. Why would they immediately believe in such issue where he didn’t really do it!” Y/N said.

“I don’t know Y/N, but you know there are people are really like that.” Juyeon said.

You’re right! But I bet he will overcome it! I believe in Sangyeon.” Y/N said and they smiled to each other and they reached their destination. Then they went inside the building and as they reached a condo unit. Y/N is surprised because the one who opened the condo unit is Juyeon and...

“Y/N, this is our condo unit and I bet Sangyeon is now waiting for you. I will get going now and I will meet someone today. You two have fun!” Juyeon said and Y/N nodded and smiled at him and Juyeon left.

“Wow! Hyunjae and Juyeon’s condo unit is big and spacious.” Y/N thought.

“Good morning Y/N! Have breakfast first I prepared breakfast for you!” Sangyeon said and smiled at her and she followed him in the dining room and she saw many dishes that was cooked by him.

“Wow! You really cooked many dishes huh?” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Of course! You should be energized because you might be tired later.” Sangyeon said and winked at her.

“Ok! I get it Sangyeon!” Y/N said and laughed at him and then while they are having breakfast...

“I didn’t expect that you wanted to meet me here in Hyunjae and Juyeon’s condo unit.” Y/N said.

“I don’t have any other ideas where we can meet because someone might see us too.” Sangyeon said.

“You have a point Sangyeon and their condo unit is really big!” Y/N said and he laughed at her reaction. Then after eating all the dishes...

“The dishes you cooked for me are really delicious!” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Like me, Y/N?” Sangyeon said and looked at her.

“Wow! You are teasing me again!” Y/N said and he laughed to her again.

“I thought you missed me Y/N?” Sangyeon asked and looked at her intensely.

“OMG! His eyes are getting darker now!” Y/N thought.

“Yes! I really missed you Sangyeon!” Y/N said and he suddenly kissed her lips and she let him dominate the kiss and then they pulled out from the kiss and Sangyeon guided to her a room where Hyunjae suggested they can do their deed.

“Whose room is this?” Y/N said.

“It’s Hyunjae’s quiet room and he let me use this room because this room is soundproof.” Sangyeon said and then he helped Y/N to remove her clothes and he pushes her in the bed and kissed her neck and then suddenly he tied Y/N’s hands in the headboard.

“OMG! He just tied me in this bed! Good luck to me!” Y/N thought.

“You look more delicious Y/N! “ Sangyeon said and he looked at her with lust and licks his lips and he continued to kiss her neck and made some hickeys and she just moans and then he sucks and licks her breast and he massages the other breast.

“UGH! AH! SANGYEON! UGH!” Y/N moaned and then he proceeds to her another breast and after giving attention to her breast he just went straight to her clit and he immediately sucks her clit roughly and...

“SHIT! SANGYEON MORE! LIKE THAT!” Y/N screamed as she struggled of being tied up in the bed.

“Keep screaming my name Y/N! You will never be heard outside!” Sangyeon said and then he continues to eat her out and she keeps moaning and without warning she cum in his mouth.

“What a delicious dessert I have now!” Sangyeon said and smirked at her and he removes his clothes and he put a condom to his cock.

“GOSH! Sangyeon is really hot and sexy! I will never get enough of his body.” Y/N thought.

“For the last time Y/N, this body will be yours.” Sangyeon said and then he inserted his cock to her and he thrusts it to her in a fast and hard pace.

“FUCK! I CAN’T GET ENOUGH YOU Y/N! I MISSED THIS SO MUCH! UGH! AH! YES!” Sangyeon moaned.

“UGH! AH! AH! MORE! MORE! SANGYEON! “Y/N screamed and his thrusts became hard and rough.

“SHIT! RIGHT THERE SANGYEON! SO GOOD! UGH! AH! YES!” Y/N screamed when he hits her g-spot and he still have an amazing stamina and he has stable pace that made Y/N screamed over and over again.

“UGH! I WILL CUM SANGYEON! OH GOSH!” Y/N screamed.

“ME TOO! YOU CAN CUM ANYTIME! FUCK SHIT! UGH! AH!” Sangyeon said and then few thrusts, they cum and then he pulls-out his cock and he untied her and he kissed her again and after their kiss...

“You want to try other position?” Sangyeon said and winked at her and she nodded.

“This is will be my first time to try other sex positions! Good luck to me again!” Y/N thought and...

“Y/N ride me!” Sangyeon said and she obeyed him and he helped Y/N to insert his cock in to her fully and...

“OMG! FUCK! YOU ARE SO BIG! UGH!” Y/N moaned and she tries to ride him in a fast pace and because of the overwhelming pleasure she feels, her legs almost give up and then Sangyeon decided to thrust his cock to her upwards in a rough pace.

“OH SHIT! SANGYEON! RIGHT THERE! FUCK! “Y/N screamed again and tries again to ride him and “FEELING YOU LIKE THIS Y/N DEEPER TO YOU! THIS IS MORE I LIKE IT FUCK! UGH! AH YES!” Sangyeon moaned and Y/N’s legs gave up and Sangyeon just let Y/N collapsed on top of him and still thrusting his cock to her and...

“SHIT! SANGYEON! I AM CUMMING AGAIN! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS!” Y/N moaned while her face is leaning in his neck and...

“ME TOO Y/N! UGH! AH! AH! YES!” Sangyeon moaned and they cum and then Sangyeon pulls-out his cock first and throws the used condom and lays Y/N beside her and he see that Y/N is now asleep.

“It seems you are really tired Y/N. Well I think we should just really nap for now.” Sangyeon thought and smiled at a sleeping Y/N and he kissed her lips and forehead. Then they have a nap inside Hyunjae’s quiet room. While Jinhee is having a trip with Jacob and Younghoon…

“Why Y/N didn’t join us today? It was the first time she didn’t join us.” Younghoon asked.

“Sangyeon wants to meet her so, Y/N went to meet him.” Jinhee said.

“Why? Did Sangyeon missed Y/N?” Jacob asked.

“Maybe, also they might not have communication while he is fixing the issue he had.” Jinhee said.

“Oh! Because Sangyeon will undergo some investigations and other things to clear his name.” Younghoon said.

“I bet they will really take advantage the time today to spend some time with each other. I am happy that she became close friend with her favorite personal trainer.” Jacob said and smiled at them and they continue their trip. Hyunjae and Juyeon decided to meet after they trained their clients.

“You think Juyeon, they are still doing something in the condo unit?” Hyunjae asked.

“I don’t know! We can just go home before dinner. I think Y/N will just stay until after dinner.” Juyeon said.

“I think so too, because it will be uncomfortable for her to stay for the night.” Hyunjae said.

“Well, you have a point Hyunjae and also, Sangyeon will still coordinate to someone so that he can he clear his name.” Juyeon said.

“I think after Y/N meet him, Sangyeon will be really busy and they might not have communication.” Hyunjae said.

“You’re right Hyunjae! Y/N will be really sad.” Juyeon said.

“We can help her sometimes Juyeon while Sangyeon is busy.” Hyunjae said.

“That’s a good idea Hyunjae! “ Juyeon said and smiled at him.

“Let’s go home! I hope they are not doing something we shouldn’t witness.” Hyunjae said and they laughed. Then they left the café and decided to go home. It was almost evening Y/N and Sangyeon watched some movies and variety shows in the living room and then that time Hyunjae and Juyeon went in the condo unit.

“Hyunjae, I think we have a good timing they are now watching television now.” Juyeon said and they both went to the living room and...

“Good evening Hyunjae and Juyeon!” Y/N said and smiled at them.

“Good evening Y/N and Sangyeon! It seems Y/N really had fun huh?” Juyeon said and Hyunjae saw some hickeys on her neck and they smirk. Then Y/N realized that they both looking at her neck and she covered it.

“Yah! You two have really sharp eyes! Don’t look at me like that!” Y/N said and they laughed.

“Don’t make Y/N uncomfortable! Let’s just go eat some dinner now.” Sangyeon said then they all went to the dining room and they started to eat some dinner.

“Sangyeon, did you use my quiet room really well?” Hyunjae said and Juyeon laughed and Y/N blushed.

“Yup! Don’t worry I cleaned your quiet room. Thanks for letting me use it.” Sangyeon said.

“No problem Sangyeon! I just didn’t expect you will use it for some other purposes.” Hyunjae said and they just laughed.

“Can you stop teasing us!” Y/N said and pouted and Sangyeon laughed at her.

“OMO! Y/N is so cute! I am sorry I can’t help it because this is my first time to let use that room to others.” Hyunjae said.

“Oh! I see! I also didn’t expect that the meeting place will be here in your condo unit. But I understand because there were no places for us to meet now.” Y/N said.

“You’re right Y/N! It will be hard to meet in other places because you didn’t know that they might capture a picture at us.” Sangyeon said. Then after having a dinner...

“Thank you Sangyeon for this day! I will never forget this day too!” Y/N said.

“No problem Y/N! It’s sad to say that this will be our last day to see each other because you know that I will be busy in clearing my name for the next few months and we might not have communication too. Also, I am glad I met you Y/N and I hope you will continue to be my huge fan even though it will be a long time for us not to meet and have communication again. If ever I don’t remember you, you can show the scarf I gave to you so that I will remember you. Ok? Hyunjae will drive you home.” Sangyeon said.

“Yes! Don’t worry I will continue to be your huge fan and your close friend. Thanks for everything you did to me! “Y/N said and smiled to him and he suddenly kissed her in front of Hyunjae and Juyeon.

“Wow! Sangyeon is really unbelievable!” Hyunjae thought and smirked.

“Sangyeon I think you forgot that we are here!” Juyeon said and Sangyeon pulled-out from the kiss and didn’t mind Juyeon’s words and...

“Goodbye Y/N! Until we see each other again!” Sangyeon said and smiled at her.

“Goodbye Sangyeon! I will never forget you! “Y/N said and when Sangyeon was about to kiss her again, Hyunjae blocked him.

“Yah! You kissed her many times already and Y/N should go home now! You already tell your goodbyes to each other.” Hyunjae said and they laughed.

“Oh! You’re right Hyunjae! I am sorry! Take care and good night Y/N!” Sangyeon said.

“Take care and good night too Sangyeon! Goodbye! I should go home now!” Y/N said and they waved goodbye to her. Then Hyunjae drive her home and while she is in Hyunjae’s car she is quiet.

“Y/N I know you are sad now, but don’t worry me and Juyeon will help you update about him. I will give you my number and you give me your number so, that we can have communication.” Hyunjae said and he gave the mobile phone to her. “Oh! Thanks, Hyunjae!” Y/N said and then she saved her number to his mobile phone and she save the number of Hyunjae and Juyeon to her phone.

“Good! Since we are the ones who is always with him, we will update you and sometimes we can see each other too.” Hyunjae said and smiled at her.

“Ok! Thank you very much Hyunjae!” Y/N said and smiled back to him. Then when they reached her apartment.

“Hyunjae Thank you so much for being such a good friend to me and also for Juyeon too! I will definitely contact you or Juyeon to have some updates if everything goes well about Sangyeon. I have to go now! Good night and drive safely Hyunjae!” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“No problem Y/N! Thanks! Good night and take care!” Hyunjae said and smiled back to her and then Hyunjae left and as she went in the apartment, she didn’t expect that Younghoon and Jacob is inside their apartment and the two men were shocked when they saw something to her and she looked at the mirror she forgot to cover her neck again.

“OMG! They will know now between us! “Y/N thought and blushed.

“Yah! Stop looking at me like that Younghoon and Jacob.” Y/N said.

“Guys! Don't stare it too much!” Jinhee said.

“Jinhee you know about them too?” Younghoon asked.

“Yes! I just let them be and I don’t want to interfere with her life and it seems she is also having fun.” Jinhee said.

“Y/N we are sorry because we are just shocked to see you like that.” Jacob said.

“Explain to them Y/N, you can’t deny it now because it has a clear evidence.” Jinhee said and she sighed.

“Sangyeon and I are in a friends with benefits set-up.” Y/N said and she didn’t look at them and Younghoon and Jacob was just really shock at Y/N’s revelation.

“What? When did it started your friends with benefits relationship with Sangyeon?” Younghoon asked.

“It started when it was his last day staying in the hotel.” Y/N said.

“Wait! Does it mean that when you slept in Sangyeon’s room, you already did it with him?” Jacob asked and Y/N nodded.

“OMG! We didn’t expect that Y/N! I know you are a fan of him but this was beyond our imagination.” Younghoon said.

“Younghoon and Jacob just let them be ok? Y/N is happy to be with him.” Jinhee said.

“Honestly, I met him today and of course, we also did it too but when I was about to leave, I know that we might have no communication anymore after our meet-up today because he will be busy to fix things and clear his name about the accusation to him. Don’t worry guys! I understand him.” Y/N said.

“You have a point Y/N! You might see him one day again!” Jacob said and Y/N nodded. Then it was time for Younghoon and Jacob to go home.

“I forgot Younghoon and Jacob, please don’t ever tell it to Kevin ok? He might scold me and this is a big secret that shouldn’t be reveal to others.” Y/N said.

“No worries! We will never tell Kevin about you and Sangyeon.” Younghoon said.

“Ok! Thanks, Younghoon and Jacob! Good night and drive safely the two of you!” Y/N said and then Jinhee waved good bye to them and they wave back to them.

“What’s now your plan Y/N?” Jinhee asked.

“I can just contact Hyunjae or Juyeon to update me about Sangyeon.” Y/N said.

“Oh! I am happy that Hyunjae and Juyeon will help you while Sangyeon is busy.” Jinhee said.

“Me too! I am glad I met them.” Y/N said. After their conversation they went to sleep and in the next day they had their friendship bonding.

FAST FORWARD....

After 1 year, Y/N is still a fan of Sangyeon and Hyunjae keeps updating her and sometimes they see each other. Then one day, it was Jinhee and Y/N’s rest day and they watched the television and it was his issue and it says that Sangyeon is already cleared and there has been no evidence that was able to shown by the complainant and the woman who accused of him admitted that she was just obsessed to him.

“OMG! Sangyeon finally cleared his name for a long time!” Y/N said.

“Does it mean you can see him again?” Jinhee said.

“I don’t know Jinhee! I will ask Hyunjae” Y/N said. Then she called Hyunjae.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Hyunjae: Good morning Y/N! I think you already heard the news about Sangyeon.

Y/N: Yup! He already cleared his name now! Is he busy now?

Hyunjae: Yes! He is really busy now because many clients decided to continue their contract to him.

Y/N: Oh! So, meaning I will not be able to see him for now?

Hyunjae: I am sadly to say this Y/N. But yes, it will be hard for you to see him now.

Y/N: It’s ok Hyunjae, I understand.

Hyunjae: But I think you will still have a chance for you to see him if you will wait for Sangyeon’s announcement.

Y/N: Can you tell me what is he going to announce or tell everyone?

Hyunjae: I will not tell you now Y/N! Just wait for it ok? I think it will be a big opportunity for you to see him.

Y/N: You are making me nervous Hyunjae! Why don’t you just tell me!

Hyunjae: *laughs in the phone* Just be patient Y/N! I think he will announce it today or tomorrow since he is now clear from the controversy.

Y/N: Fine! Hyunjae! I will just wait for it!

Hyunjae: *still laughing in the phone* Ok! ok! I have to go Y/N I still have clients to train today! Take care and have a nice day!

Y/N: ok! Take care and have a nice day too Hyunjae!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I wonder what will be his announcement?” Y/N thought. Then her supportive friends Younghoon, Jacob and Kevin send messages to her that they are happy that he already cleared his name and many asked her if she will be able to see him but she told them that for now it will be hard to see him in person and they understood Y/N’s words since Sangyeon is gaining popularity again after clearing his name.

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