#//i need to draw her too........... i tried ages ago but i was in Big Artblock and it looked BAD lol

[zichqecs-hoard]

her!!

ssp angel!! my girl....

[kyriethesquishysquid]

When The Lights Go Out (John Price/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Captain Price and our lovely reader are neighbors in an apartment complex. Being a single mom to a four-year-old little girl, the reader tries to deny her feelings for the Captain, too afraid of rejection and ruining their friendship. It seems that fate has other plans for them when the apartment building loses power one fateful night. (Yeah, I’m bad at summaries, sue me lol)

Word count: (Somehow) ~9.5k

A/N: Uhh... sorry this came out a lot longer than I expected lol. Some use of Y/N. Reader’s description is left rather vague but there are details as to her being short, chubby, and with hair long enough to pull back. 

TW: Alcohol use. A few angry lines about infidelity of the ex-husband. Porn with minor plot. Romance and smut. Size kink, slight age gap (reader is somewhere around 25ish-30ish), dom/sub themes, M!dom, F!sub, some daddy kink, voice kink, dirty talk, squirting, and loottss of pet names (I’m a whore for pet names) including good girl, princess, darling, love, and daddy.

“This is pathetic,” you muttered glumly.

Throwing back the last bit of wine in your glass, you set it down and started filling it up again. Alone, on a Friday night, drinking at home and daydreaming about your hunk of a neighbor. God, you needed a hobby. Of course, being a single mom and working full time didn’t exactly give you the time to do much anyway, but you always felt the full brunt of loneliness on the few nights you were alone with your thoughts. Emma was with your parents at their beachside home for the weekend and there you were at home, lonely and wishing you had the balls to ask the man down the hall on a date. As you started sipping on your second glass, you let your thoughts wander back to the last time you had seen him a little over a week ago.

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“Picey! It’s Picey!” Emma’s little voice cheered, drawing your gaze up from your phone. 

A flush warmed your cheeks gently when you met your neighbor's eyes as he entered the elevator, empathetically taking in his tired and pensive expression. You managed a little smile and a wave despite the way your heart began racing at the proximity of his form beside yours. 

Standing at about six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms that easily rivaled the thickness of your thighs, Captain Price was one of the, if not the, hottest men you’d ever seen. That wasn’t even counting the beautiful mutton chops and mustache combo he sported or the way his intense blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he blessed you with his bright smile. Yeah, safe to say, you were helplessly smitten with the older military man. 

“Hey, munchkin!” Price replied, all traces of exhaustion lifting immediately as he ruffled her hair, “Hello, munchkin’s mum.”

“Hello, Captain. It’s good to see you made it home safe,” you said sweetly.

Before he could respond, Emma reached out towards the captain with little grabby hands. There was a moment where you considered pulling your daughter away, not wanting to make Price feel awkward, but then he lifted his hands in waiting. You thought your heart would explode, watching him set the toddler on his hip as if she belonged there naturally while she started babbling to him about cookies. 

“Chocolate chip, huh? You’re gonna sneak me some over, aye?” he asked in a conspiratorial whisper, eyes flickering to meet yours with mirth.

“As long as you promise you’re gonna be there tonight,” you replied coyly, “No running out on another mission without telling us, got it?”

Mastering your best stern mom look, you challenged his gaze only for the big man to break into a grin. The two of you had a little system going on. You brought him dinner and sweets on the nights he was home, and he’d let you know when he was heading out of town so you didn’t freak out when you didn’t see him for a while. It started after the first time you’d made the landlord do a wellness check when you hadn’t seen him for over a week. Safe to say, you were mortified when he confronted you about it, but he took it in stride; said it was nice to have someone outside of work looking out for him. This last trip was the first time since then that he’d left without warning and you couldn’t deny that it had made you sick with worry.

“I figured you’d be upset over that but, in my defense, I got the call at two in the mornin’ and I wasn’t about to wake up the lil missus just for that,” he explained.

Your conversation was interrupted by the ding of the lift, gazes turning forward as the doors opened onto your floor. He waved you forward and followed you down to your end of the hall, all the while engaging Emma in a conversation about her newest love- Dora. A pang of sadness tugged at your heartstrings when you stopped at your door and had to unlock it, signaling the end of your impromptu hang-out with the Captain. 

“Will you be home around six?” you asked as you took Emma back from him. 

“Should be.”

Giving him a little nod, you replied, “Good, expect a delivery around then.”

…

He had to leave that next morning for another mission and still wasn’t back yet. Logically, you knew that he could be gone anywhere from a few days to a couple of months at a time, but that didn’t make you worry any less each time. 

“Good god, I need to get laid,” you mused, eyes darting to your phone on the charger, “Would Tinder be worth it?” 

You were debating the pros and cons of downloading the dating app when there was a sudden pop and everything went black around you, your dim phone screen the only source of light in your pitch-black apartment. A little scream fled your lips as the darkness immediately closed in around you like an assailant, the shadows mimicking fingers against your skin and evoking terrifying thoughts.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit!”

Jumping off of the bar stool, you made a mad dash across the kitchen in hopes of finding all the candles you had hiding in the storage closet. Of course, it was just your luck that you forgot that you had left one of the cabinets open just enough to catch your knee, the unexpected impact sending you flying across the floor with a shriek. Almost instantly, you could feel the bruises rising under your skin but even those were nothing compared to the blinding pain across your knee. Stifling curses under your breath, you turned your phone light on again to assess the damage and couldn’t help but whimper at the sight of blood dripping down your leg. A simple gash but painful nonetheless. 

“I swear to god, as if tonight couldn’t get any wo-”

The sudden thunder of pounding on your front door almost sent you into another panic until you heard the voice. 

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Captain Price. Groaning in relief, you managed to force yourself up to your feet and hobbled over to the door, sliding open the top lock and deadbolt before yanking it open. Jesus, the man seemed even bigger in the dark, his shadowed form dominating the doorway with ease.

“Hey, Price,” you huffed lamely, barely able to make out his face in the dim backup lighting from the hallway. 

He moved as if to reach out for you but then suddenly pulled away as if he thought better of it, hands resting on his hips as he looked over you. 

“I was comin’ to check on you and the little one when I heard you yell, you alright?” he asked, voice as uncertain as you felt. 

“Mm, define alright,” you joked softly, gesturing down to your leg as you flashed your phone light onto the wound, “I panicked when the power went out, and I was going for the candles when I… well, I tripped.”

It sounded much stupider when you said it out loud, you realized. Way to embarrass yourself in front of the hottest guy alive, self. He cleared his throat and you quickly turned off the phone in mortification when you realized how much skin you were showing, almost scandalous having been dressed down into a tiny little pajama set for a quiet night alone. 

“I- I see,” he muttered quietly, “Do you need help cleanin’ that up?” 

Your head nearly spun with whiplash as suggestive thoughts raced through your brain but you managed a little shrug after a moment. 

“If you don’t mind, sure, I wouldn’t be opposed to the company anyway. I hate the dark,” you admitted softly. 

Thankfully, he didn’t comment on your childish fear, just followed you in and shut the door behind him. You were about to run to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit when his hands were suddenly on your sides, steering you to the kitchen island stool with the firm instruction to ‘sit and relax’.

“I’ll grab the bandages. Where do you keep them?” he asked once you sat. 

Cheeks warming, you drew your legs up into the seat and rested your cheek on your knee, wrapping around yourself for protection against the sudden onslaught of lust rocketing through your body. While you logically knew he had to be commanding for his career in the military, hearing that authoritarian tone directed your way was nothing less than arousing. 

“First aid kit is in the bathroom, cabinet above the toilet,” you explained, hoping your voice didn’t betray your inner panic.

He stalked off without another word and you immediately wished you could see his form better. The man had an ass that made your knees weak. You were ashamed to think about how often you’d taken sneak peeks as he walked away, or how often you’d pictured riding one of his thick thighs until-

“You said you have candles?” 

“Fuck!” 

You nearly fell out of your chair as you flinched in reaction to the sudden addition of his voice to your not-so-innocent thoughts of said man. It was obvious he was trying not to let his amusement show but you caught the way his shoulders shook in laughter as he set the kit on the island next to you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized kindly, “Candles?” 

Embarrassed and frustrated beyond belief, you told him exactly where the candles were before dragging your wine glass over, hoping to drink away the awkwardness and lust making a home in your stomach. In the time it took him to get back to the island, you had finished your second glass of wine and began to pour a third. You were gonna need all the liquid courage you could get if you were going to survive being alone with him in close quarters for the first time ever. He lit the candles and set them evenly across the island's top, the flames highlighting and shadowing his handsome face in flickering light. 

“Alright, let’s see that cut,” he sighed, taking a seat across from you.

A wave of gratefulness swelled in your chest as you realized you had shaved yesterday. No hairy legs to make things worse. That was one point in your favor. Allowing him to take your leg into his hands, you watched intently as he rested your calf against his thigh, fingers tracing gently around the edge of the gash with a sigh. 

“Got yourself good, didn’t ya? Good news is you won’t need stitches,” he explained.

“That’s a relief.”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of stitches. Your lip ached under the pressure of your teeth as you gnawed on the plump flesh in an attempt to calm the blood pounding through your veins. Sure, it wasn’t under the best circumstances, but you’d longed to feel those very fingers on you for months now- and here he was, touching your bare legs, in a dark room lit up romantically by candlelight, staring at you as if… wait, why was he staring?! His lips moved and you belatedly realized he’d been talking to you while you zoned out thinking about all the ways you wanted him to fuck you seven ways from Sunday.

“Sorry, what?” you asked bluntly, a weak smile curling up your lips. 

“I said this might sting,” he repeated with a little chuckle, “Just how many glasses of wine have you had there, darlin’?” 

Heat lit up your cheeks as you gave a little shrug in response. 

“I just started on number three; I’m not drunk,” you assured him.

“Mmhmm.”

He lifted an eyebrow to express his obvious disagreement and, before you could stop it, you poked your tongue out at him teasingly. There was a sudden pause as if the world stilled when his eyes met yours, and you instinctively pulled your tongue back in as something dark passed through his eyes.

“Better watch that tongue now, love,” he rumbled softly.

Fuck, letting him in had definitely been a bad decision. Between the wine circulating in your system, your fear of the dark, and the intimacy of his skin against yours, you were undoubtedly going to make a stupid mistake. Oh but how you wanted to. 

Nibbling on your lower lip, you shifted in your seat to allow him to angle your leg up more and quickly quipped, “Or what, sir?” 

The way he fumbled the little alcohol packet would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the intense look he pinned you with after. Your laughter died on your lips before it could even exit. It was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking in the dim candlelight but, with the way he was slowly stroking your calf muscle almost subconsciously, you hoped it was good. The silence was deafening. While he wasn’t more than five or ten years older than you, you suddenly felt much younger, much smaller beneath his gaze. Was this his disappointed captain look? Had you actually upset him? 

“Uh, s-sorry, sir,” you whispered softly.

He let out a low sigh before suddenly leaning forward, fingers gently touching your chin while his thumb pried your lip free from your teeth. 

“I need you to stop bitin’ your lip like that,” he demanded.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, your head swimming on cloud nine, and your skin sparking at every point his body touched yours. You barely managed a little hum of agreement when he tapped your chin softly, obviously expecting an answer. Fuck what you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now. 

“Good girl, now, sit back and let me fix you up.”

Every fiber of your being felt on fire and it took all of your might not to moan at that panty-wetting line. He had to know what he was doing, right? Nobody was unintentionally that sexy. Nobody. Swallowing hard, you nodded once and did as told, letting your hands rest on your lap as he cleaned and bandaged up the wound. It was funny. You had almost expected him to have a heavy hand, between his size and his career, but he was nothing short of tender. Almost as if he was afraid he would hurt you. 

“There, all done,” he murmured, gently patting your foot but not removing it from his lap, “Does it still hurt?”

Shaking your head quickly, you picked up the mostly empty wine bottle and tilted it his way. There was maybe one glass worth left.

“Drink?” you offered meekly, “As payment for patching me up?” 

He was obviously hesitant but finally took it after you shook the bottle insistently at him. 

“Yeah! Don’t leave me to drink alone like the fool I am,” you chuckled with a grin, “Glad to see you’re back home safe, by the way.”

“In the nick of time too, it seems,” he hummed warmly.

You nodded in agreement, letting your body relax against the low back of the chair as you sipped on your drink and not-so-subtly eyefucked him. He was dressed down more than usual, neither in his fatigues nor usual casual clothes. And yet somehow he was still the most delectable man you’d ever seen, in his tight black henley and sporty grey sweatpants; maybe even more so than usual. He looked almost approachable like that. You had to wonder if he knew the internet’s obsession with those pants or the reason why. His own ‘physique’ wasn’t lost in your appreciation of how well they fit his massive thighs. 

“Where’s kiddo?” he asked suddenly. 

It took you a second to understand what he had asked, leaving you to blink owlishly in confusion until it finally registered and a relaxed smile crossed your face. 

“My parents took her with them to their beach house this weekend, something about an early birthday gift for her and wanting to give me a “break”,” you snorted, remembering your mom’s exact reasoning.

Lifting your hands into the air, you made air quotes as you mimicked her high-pitched voice.

“Go see one of those young men who keep asking you out at work”, you squeaked before letting out a fake laugh, “As if I’d do that.” 

“Why’s that?” 

Rolling your eyes, you immediately retorted, “Well, one, I don’t date customers. Sets a bad example for the next guy that wants in my pants. And two, I dunno… I guess I just have a specific type. Besides, there’s only one man I want right now and, well, I’m certain he doesn’t exactly feel the same way.”

A deep warmth crossed your face down your neck, leaving you overheated as you looked over said man lustfully. Hopefully, you weren’t too obvious but, fuck, maybe if you were you’d get an answer. Was chancing your friendship, his connection with Emma, worth the one percent chance he’d fuck you? No, you decided with a frown, it really wasn’t. 

Price snorted, took a drink of the wine, and muttered, “Well, that’s just stupid. Either he’s blind or you just don’t know he’s interested.”

“Yeah right, Captain. I’m a single divorced mom. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly a hot commodity these days. Plus, I’m chubby and out of shape, and he’s like the epitome of godlike,” your words trailed off slowly as you let your eyes run down and up his body pointedly, “Guys like him don’t go for ladies like me, as much as I’m selfish and wish he would.”

The sigh he let out made your heart flutter. God, what would that deep rumble sound like in bed, or was he a quiet one? You hoped he wasn’t. His voice was the epitome of sexual energy and you’d want to hear him talking you through every second. 

“It’s John, and you’re blind,” he retorted blandly, earning a confused look from you. 

“What do you mean? About myself? No, I’m pretty sure-” 

“Oh, fuck it!” 

Suddenly your leg was tossed aside when he jumped to his feet, pushing to stand between your thighs as he gripped them tight and dragged you to the edge of the chair until he was slotted perfectly against the apex of your thighs. One hand moved to cup your face and dragged you into a soft kiss, his other digging tight into the plush of your hip. 

All you could do was blink in awe. Was- Was this real? Had you passed out when you fell? There was no way Price was kissing you right now.

He pulled back as if he’d been stung and let out a curse. 

“Shit, did I misread that?” he asked, brows furrowed in worry. 

Eyes wide and mouth parted, you hesitantly reached up and covered his hand with yours, taking in the sensation of his skin against yours. 

“Did- Did you just kiss me or am I dreaming?” you asked weakly. 

Relief filled his face and you watched as he broke into laughter, shoulders bouncing with the motion as he leaned in again until your eyes could barely focus on his. 

“Yes, I kissed you, is that alright, love?” 

“More than alright,” you whispered.

This time you were able to react, disbelief thrown to the side to make room for desire. Hands resting gently against his cheeks, you stroked your thumbs along the oddly soft hairs and shivered in excitement. He was gentle and sweet, both everything you’d expected and yet somehow not nearly as rough. You’d always questioned what kind of lover he was, seeing as he was someone with a heart of gold in one of the most dangerous fields of work.

Your thoughts were brought back to the moment when you felt his lips part against yours. Without a second thought, you leaned up and sunk your teeth into his plump lower lip, nearly moaning at the groan he let out in reply. The hand that had been idle on your face wrapped around the nape of your neck and squeezed tight until you released your hold. 

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?” he breathed out huskily, eyes searching your face hungrily. 

“No trouble at all,” you replied cheekily. 

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” he scoffed, “Just remember, brats don’t get what they want, aye?” 

You could practically feel your body humming and your eyes dilated as you took in a shaky breath.

“I- I won’t be a brat,” you whispered back, comically quiet in the silent room. 

“Good girl.”

 That was the second time he’d used those words against you. There was definitely more to Price than you’d expected and, god, you wanted to explore it all, but at another time. Right now, the way he praised you felt sweeter than cotton candy on your tongue and you craved that more than breath itself. The saccharine tenderness of his words was replaced with the smoky taste of tobacco and sharp notes of your red wine when his mouth met yours once more.

A little whine escaped your mouth into his when he drew back just enough to bite your lip and sucked softly on the tender flesh. When he finally pulled away, you could only stare at him with adoration. 

“You have to stop lookin’ at me like that, princess,” he groaned. 

Oh. Oh, that nickname. Fuck, this man was ticking off all your secret kinks without even knowing it. 

“Forgive me if I’m a little starstruck,” you replied with a nervous giggle, nails scraping gently along his jaw, “I’ve only been thinking about this for months.”

“Months, huh?” he asked, leveling you with a deadly smirk.

You let out a little breath and nodded, explaining, “Ever since the first time I saw you, even before I knew what a sweetheart you were, all I could imagine was how good it’d feel if you’d pin me up against the wall in the elevator or-”

His groan silenced you immediately, your lips hanging open as you watched entranced by the way his head tipped back. 

“Come on, up we go,” he purred suddenly, fingers sliding down to grab your ass.

You instinctively clung to him with a cry of shock when he lifted you from the chair onto his waist, eyes wide as you met his gaze. 

“John! Don’t, I’m heav-”

“Princess, I train with men twice your size every day,” he cut you off smoothly, “Believe me when I say your weight is nothin’. Besides, what’s the point in having muscles if not to carry around beautiful women, hmm?”

Warmth flooded your cheeks and you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet his eyes as he said such sweet things. True to his word, he was able to carry you from the kitchen all the way into your bedroom without breaking a sweat. The instant your knees met the bed, he was on you again, lips gently kissing down the soft column of your throat. When he reached the thickest part of the muscle connecting your neck and shoulder, his teeth dug in hard, his lips sucking your sensitive flesh taut until you were nearly clawing at him, afraid he would break the skin. He pulled back with a pop and you deflated against him, whimpering his name breathlessly. 

It felt good, really fucking good, but you needed more. Slipping your hands beneath his shirt, you rested your palms against his abdomen and drew the fabric up as you soaked in the feeling of raw power under your fingers.

“Shirt off,” you managed to huff through whimpers, “Please.”

Price jerked back hastily and tore the shirt off, giving you an unintentional but lovely show as he threw it aside. He wasn’t built as in a super compact six-pack, but he was broad, solid, the defining lines of his core muscles showing with each sharp intake of breath. You let your fingers trace over each dip of his obliques, up to his toned shoulders and then back down to rest against the thicket of hair covering his tense pecs as you eyed every inch of bare skin. This man was, undeniably, a fucking god. 

Eyes flickering up to meet his, you flashed him a small smile as you leaned forward, copying his previous motions on your neck against his. His low rumble vibrated deliciously against your lips as you made your way down his neck, stopping against his shoulder to suck on the tender flesh and leave a love bite that surely matched the one on you. 

He startled a squeak out of you when his hand suddenly came into contact with your ass, the smack loud and sharp in the air. 

“I thought you weren’t goin’ to be a brat,” he asked teasingly. 

 You shot him a pout and replied, “I wasn’t. It’s only fair that I get to leave marks on you if you’re going to leave them on me.” 

Lifting a brow, he smirked and shook his head. 

“As long as you leave them out of sight,” he compromised after a moment of thought, “Gotta have some kind of professionalism at work.”

At that, your eyes widened and shame lit up your cheeks. You hadn’t thought about that at all. While your hickies could be covered up with makeup, it’s not like you’d really get in trouble for having them at work, but as a soldier- a captain no less- you could only imagine what rules they had there. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about that! You won’t get in trou-”

“Shh, shh, princess, it’s fine,” he assured you quickly, drawing you up into a gentle kiss, “My shirt’ll cover it.” 

“You’re sure?” you asked meekly. 

“I promise, you’re fine.” 

With one last kiss, he released your face and you went back to your previous task. Now, though, you made sure to keep any biting to areas that would be covered by his clothes. There were little scars scattered across his skin, little reminders that he had been hurt so many times before, and each one made your heart clench with the need to kiss them away. It wasn’t until you reached the drawstring of his sweats that he finally stopped you and pulled you back up. 

“Hey,” you groaned in frustration. 

“Uh-uh. Don’t pout at me. What do you want, darlin’? I need you to tell me,” he muttered, breath catching in his throat as you slid your fingers across his waistband. 

“I want to taste you finally,” you replied, “I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”

His moan would have made you collapse against the bed if he weren’t holding onto your hips so tightly. Fuck, you knew he’d sound good like that. 

“First, this shirt comes off,” he replied, fingers hooking under your tank top. 

Lifting your arms, you let him tear the fabric away and were rewarded with a guttural moan when his gaze found your bare breasts. You weren’t even given the chance to put your arms back down before he was knelt on the bed, arm hooked around your back to drag you forward with a growl as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your chest. 

“Ah, fuck!” you gasped weakly, fingers sinking into his short hair for support. 

“You- are- bloody- gorgeous,” he hissed out between wet kisses, “How you think I could ever resist you baffles me.” 

Any embarrassment you would have felt from his comment was washed away the instant his mouth was on your nipple, fingers mimicking the motion on the other one. Each stroke of his tongue across your sensitive bud felt directly connected to your clit. Within moments, you felt both on the brink of orgasm and yet leagues away, your breaths coming out hot and heavy as you pulled him closer still. 

“John, please,” you whined, free hand tugging at his pants symbolically. 

He grunted, giving a slight shake of his head as he latched onto your breast with fervor, sucking so hard you felt dizzy with need. When he finally pulled back, you almost fell back.  

“Head off the end of the bed then, love,” he instructed gently. 

It took you a second to organize your thoughts but you finally nodded as he walked around to the end. Laying on your back, you quickly scooted farther down the mattress until your head fell off and you were left face-to-face with his bulge in those damned grey sweats. Oh, what a sight that was. You’d take a picture if you could. 

Lifting up just enough to meet his gaze, you hesitantly reached for his pants and asked, “Can I?” 

“Go ahead.”

Twisting your hands, you dragged your nails softly down the plains of his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles clenched against your fingers before you grabbed the waistband and tugged it down. You instinctively froze with an audible gasp as you watched his cock slap against his belly, the tip resting right below his navel. While you could tell he was big through his clothes, you’d underestimated just how big. And fuck was he beautiful, thick and veiny and delectable. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, John,” you bit out in disbelief with a laugh, “This is supposed to fit in me?”

Allowing one hand to keep tugging his sweats down, the other came up to wrap around his base. Despite never having been with a man quite as big as him, you knew you could do it, but you also understood it was going to take some getting used to. One wrong move and you’d be in pain for days after. 

“Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it fit,” he purred warmly.

A muted curse left your lips as your core clenched in need. This man was going to be the death of you. Wiggling so your neck was better supported by the edge of the bed, you used your hold on his dick to lead him forward, parting your lips invitingly the moment he was close enough. His taste was overwhelming when he finally pushed between your lips. A hungry moan escaped before you could stop it and your fingers dug into his thighs, urging him forward. 

He slowly inched closer, pulling out and sliding back in with each step until he was able to lean over your body, one hand resting beside you on the bed to balance himself while the other busied itself plucking at your nipples. It was hard to take at first, your anxiety telling you that you wouldn’t be able to actually handle his full size, but you breathed through it all and focused on keeping your muscles relaxed.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighed, scratching his short nails down your stomach, “You’re absolutely stunnin’, love.” 

You flinched in surprise when his fingers slipped beneath your shorts but the shock was cut short by rampant desire as he slid his digits along your slit with a groan. The motion flexed his hips forward and buried him further into your mouth, head pressing uncomfortably against your throat. 

“Can you take more, darlin’?” he asked softly. 

Humming out positively, you quickly swallowed before craning your neck back farther, hoping to open yourself more. 

“That’s my girl, relax your throat for me. Tap me if it gets to be too much.”

After letting you take in a deep breath, he began to push deeper. Almost instantly you felt tears flood your eyes. It took every bit of your resolve not to give into the desperate need to gag around him as he pushed in slowly, but you held strong. You’d give everything you could to this man and you wouldn’t complain for a single second. 

“Fuck!”

He jerked back suddenly and thrust in just as quickly, then again, until he got comfortable with fucking your mouth. Pressing your tongue against his cock, you were easily lost in the motions, reminding yourself to suck in a breath every other thrust when you could; so lost that you practically jumped into the air when you felt his fingers start moving against your clit. Your entire body melted into the mattress as you gave over to primal desires, brain too full of cotton to do more than allow you to just feel. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, love,” he groaned quietly, “I can’t wait to see how wet you get when I make you come.” 

The moan you let out was garbled by his cock but it made him groan your name in return, his hips stuttering in their pace. You nearly whined at the loss of his hand in your shorts but then it was over your neck, wet fingers wrapping around your throat and pressing against the sides as he thrust in as far as possible and held there. You couldn’t breathe, and yet you found you weren’t scared. 

“God, look at that. I can see your throat bulgin’ around my cock. I can fuckin’ feel it when I press right here. What a pretty fuckin’ sight you make.” 

A broken whine fell from your lips when he pulled back suddenly, leaving your blurry eyes staring at his erection wantingly until he took your hands and guided you up. You were barely upright before his mouth crashed against yours, biting, brutal, and perfect. 

“John, please,” you whimpered against his lips, nails finding a home in his arms as you tried to pull him onto the bed. 

“I already told you, you need to use your words, princess,” he reminded you firmly. 

Wiping away the few tears that had fallen, you nodded and said, “I want you to fuck me, please.” 

The smirk that curved up his lips made your heart thump. 

“I will, I promise, but not before I have those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head,” he retorted, “Lay down.”  

Apparently, you took too long to move in your shock because the next thing you knew, you were shoved back onto the bed. A giggle escaped quietly as you situated the pillow beneath your head but you went silent as you caught the beautiful sight of an entirely naked Captain John Price scaling up the bed over you. Who the fuck gave him the right to be so goddamn gorgeous? He snagged your shorts and tore them off, tossing them away without a second thought before he leaned down over you. 

“You and those eyes, darlin’,” he sighed softly, lips pressing softly on your sternum. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

A sharp gasp caught your breath when he turned his head and rubbed his beard against your sensitive skin, teasing across your flesh until he took your hardening peak between his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. 

When he released you, there was a twinkle in his gaze. 

“I used to tell myself I was just seein’ things, but now, now I know,” he murmured, beard trailing across the expanse of your chest until his mouth was hoving over your other nipple, “You’re eyes are so damn beautiful, so expressive. I can see every thought goin’ on behind them and it drives me crazy.” 

You licked your lips nervously and asked, “That’s good, right?” 

His response came in the form of a growl as his teeth sunk into your breast, tearing a squeal from your chest as you instinctively arched into his touch. 

“Very good. I like seein’ what I do to you.”

Butterflies twitched up a storm in your belly as he slowly kissed down your abdomen, taking care to plant his lips on every little spot, even those you hated. When he lifted your legs up onto his shoulder, you couldn’t help the little whimper you let out, feeling beyond exposed to him, a little overwhelmed by the intimacy. It had been years since you’d been with anyone, since even before your ex-husband had left you and Emma, and now you were here with the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on lying between your legs, practically salivating at the chance to eat you out when the man you’d been married to couldn’t even be bothered to do more than stick his dick in. What a fucking upgrade. 

“Don’t be quiet, love, I want to hear ya,” he ordered lowly, lips trailing up the inside of your right thigh, “Is that understood?” 

“Yes sir,” you whispered back, grinning as you saw the reaction clear in his eyes. 

“Good girl.” 

He moved slow, so slow that you want to whine and beg him to move faster, but the tingle of his beard and teeth against your skin felt too good.  When he finally kissed down your mound and his lips brushed against your slit, you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“That’a girl,” he hummed.

His arms hooked around your legs, pinning them open as one hand dipped to part your lips and his tongue immediately went to the place you craved it most. Instinctively your legs fought to close against the sudden tendrils of pleasure but he easily held them in place. 

“Uh-uh, this is mine,” he growled, punctuating his words with a little nibble against your clit.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

Your fingers clung to the sheets for some semblance of restraint as your eyes rolled back and a low moan crawled from your throat. With slow, heavy motions, he lapped at your clit, teasing you up the precipice at a pace that made you delirious for more. Gradually the leisurely licks turned into more precise, quick strokes and you lost your ability to stay silent. 

“Please, please more,” you whimpered. 

His moan was loud in the quiet room and the heated cadence twisted the knot in your core tighter. 

“More what?” he asked huskily.

Though his tongue was no longer at work, he didn’t stop teasing you, letting his fingertips rub your clit oh so gently as he kissed up the inside of your thigh. 

“Hmm, princess? Tell me exactly what you want,” he encouraged. 

Brows furrowing, you whimpered and battled through the sensations long enough to reply. 

“I want you in me,” you gasped. 

He chuckled and gave a gentle bite into the meat of your thigh before saying, “I need more to go on. Use your words, little one. What part of me do you want inside of you?” 

You slapped a hand over your face in mortification and bit out, “I want your dick in me! Please fuck me!” 

“Oh baby, I told you. Not until I’m done with you. You’re going to come undone on my tongue first, then I’ll gladly fuck you.”

Was this man hand-crafted by the gods specifically to give you a heart attack? How did he manage to roll up dominance and sweetness so perfectly? Your thoughts spun out of control when John brought your attention back to him, removing his hold on one of your legs with a little smack to your hip. 

“My fingers will have to do for now,” he purred.

Even warned, the breach of his fingers into your cunt set off a miniature explosion. Your walls clamped down tight without thought and your legs shook in restraint as the blissful ecstasy edged rapidly closer. When he added his tongue back into the mix, your brain shut off entirely. Curses and whimpers of desperation filled the air as your nails scrambled for purchase against your breasts. 

“Jo-John, fuck yes, please- I-”

“That’s it, love, come for daddy.”

Those words beautifully timed with the flicking of his tongue finally sent you over the edge with a scream. Ecstasy erupted in your core, shocks of pleasure vibrating through your body as he worked you endlessly through it. You instinctively tried to push him away but he snagged your wrist tight, pinning it down against your stomach as he held your hips down against the bed, not giving you even an inch as you thrashed in his hold.  

“J-John,l fuckohmygod!”

It was too much, burning and hot and so fucking good. His tongue continued to swirl and dance as he deepened the curl of his fingers with a hungry groan. Before you could stop it, you felt a familiar, debauched pleasure release within. With a cry of shock, you thrashed under him with guilt and indulgence as he pushed you into that rarely achieved euphoria that painted your thighs and his face with slick. It wasn’t until you were frantically jerking at your bonds and begging him through tears, nearly collapsing in on yourself under the stimulation, that he finally drew away with an animalistic growl.

All you could do was lay there, panting and whimpering, and try not to cry like a baby. Never had anyone been able to make you come like that. 

“Hey, look at me, princess,” John cooed softly.

You could feel him crawling over you again, his body radiating heat across your rapidly cooling skin, and you instinctively smiled softly at the comfort he brought. 

“Love, let me see those beautiful eyes, hmm?” he urged, hand gently stroking your cheek. 

After another second or two, you managed to flutter your eyelids open only to find him with worry in his gaze. It was unbearably endearing until you realized just how wet his facial hair was and your cheeks burned hot. 

“S-Sorry,” you whispered, reaching up to get rid of the evidence. 

John chuckled when he caught your hand before you got anywhere near him, slamming it to the bed beside your head as he leaned in and caught your lips in a soft kiss. 

“Don’t ever apologize for enjoying yourself, darlin’,” he replied warmly, “If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it. Fuck, I could live off that sweet little cunt, princess. And the way you say my name? God.”

It felt so weird to hear such good things about yourself and it made you want to shrink away but he was having none of that. 

“I need to know if you want to continue. If you want to stop, just say-”

“No! I- I want more,” you cut him off quickly, legs wrapping loosely around his hips, “Please.” 

Gone was the worry, replaced by wanton lust as a smirk filled his lips. 

“You sure?” 

Swallowing hard, you nibbled on your lower lip and whispered, “Please… daddy.”

If you didn't know better, you’d have thought you’d slapped him by the groan he let out, his hips subconsciously grinding against your cunt. 

“Oh, uh, it might be a little late but… I’m am clean and I’m on birth control,” you added meekly, shuddering under the heat in his gaze, “I- I got tested after Daz cheated and I haven’t been with anyone since then so… It’s- It’s safe if… I just don’t have condoms so…”

You let your voice trail off awkwardly, his silence worrying you until he let out a low sigh. He stretched forward and pressed his lips to your forehead gently as he murmured your name. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he murmured, then asked again, “You’re sure?”

“Completely, please, fuck me,” you assured him. 

He moaned softly before lifting back up onto his hands, staring down at you with pure unadulterated passion and desire. 

“You said it’s been a while, aye?” 

When you nodded, he suddenly slipped off to the side, grabbing your hands before you could complain about the loss and drawing you up onto your knees. 

“Come, sit on my lap, we’re gonna do it like this so you can control how fast we go,” he explained as he patted his thighs, “Stretched you out a bit but the last thing I wanna do is hurt you, darlin’.”

The thought of sitting on him was less than ideal but you gave into him at his gentle insistence. With his help, you crawled onto his lap, hovering with his cock just against your lips. 

“Have you done it this way before?” he asked. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you replied shyly.

“Alright, so you’ll start like this, it’ll let you control how deep we go until you’re comfortable, and then once you’re ready, I’ll help you put your legs behind me.” 

Your lips quirked up at the mental image and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I know, it sounds silly, but I promise, it’ll be best for you,” he explained with a boyish grin, “And plus, it’ll let me see your beautiful face and these gorgeous tits.” 

With a little nod, you carefully widened your kneeling stance and took hold of his cock, guiding him to your entrance. Just feeling his head against you was enough to light that fire in your core again. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered as you lowered your hips. 

Your nails were sure to leave marks on his shoulders as you held on for deal life, relishing in the burning stretch of your walls accommodating his size. He didn’t seem to be faring much better if the hiss he let out was any indication. 

“There you go, slow and steady, princess,” he purred encouragingly, hands resting on your hips to help guide you. 

 With a surge of confidence, you silenced him with the sudden drop of your hips, groaning when it felt like the air had been knocked out of you. His name came out as a prayer as you wiggled your hips, impatiently trying to get him in inch by inch. It was a good thing you were soaking wet because otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna think about how hard it’d be to get even that far. After a moment, it felt like too much and you had to pause, taking in deep steadying breaths. 

“I know, princess, I know. But you’re taking it so fuckin’ well,” John groaned, “Just take your time. There’s no rush, baby.”

Baby. Fuck. Out of all the names, that one felt the most intimate for some reason. It made your toes curl and pushed you past the hump, giving you the power to keep going. Mama didn’t raise no quitter, as the saying goes. A grin crawled across your lips at the look of pure devastation and pleasure that crossed his face when you finally wiggled again. His head fell back and a devilish growl escaped his clenched teeth. Fingers clawed at your plush bottom and held you in place as you teasingly swayed your hips. It was clear you were more than ready before he was, which you’d take as a massive compliment.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy,” you murmured, grabbing one hand and bringing it to your mouth.

Those beautiful crystal blue eyes had barely met yours before you sucked his thumb between your lips and clenched your core tight. 

“Fuck!!” he hissed, thighs jumping under yours, “You- God!”

Swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking on it like a lollipop, you let your hips settle down further, burying him deliciously deeper in your core until there was no more space between you. Your eyelids fluttered shut against the sudden surge of pleasure igniting in your belly, trying to fight it back. You wanted to focus on him. It was just so hard when he filled you to the absolute maximum that your body could handle. Once you didn’t feel so close to the edge, you rocked your hips left and right and back and forth, watching his face closely and soaking up the unrivaled lust that showed. 

“Come here, balance on me, and let’s swing this leg out,” he said hoarsely.

With his instruction, you were able to sit with your legs crisscrossed behind his back and it only pushed him that much further into your cunt, your walls greedily sucking in every inch. The moment you were stable, he was quick to advance on the opportunity, free hand palming your back and jerking you toward him with a hungry moan. Before you could react, he had you melting in the palm of his hands, lips hungrily sucking at your left breast while his fingers plucked the right. All your fight, your will to do this entirely on your own, flitted away slowly with each stroke. 

When you finally started moving again, you almost came immediately, a panicked gasp catching in your chest at the way your clit rubbed against his pubis. His warm chuckle barely filtered through your haze until his fingers snarled in the hair at the base of your neck and he jerked you into an achingly sweet kiss, his other arm wrapping around your back. 

“That’s it, beautiful, just like that,” he cooed gently. 

Of all the fantasies you’d had about John, nothing had ever quite stood up to this. There was something more to this than just raw, animalistic sex and it made your heart beat just a little bit harder. 

Every rock of your hips was aided by him, drawing you that much closer and easing the strain on your legs. Soft praises spilled from his lips, encouraging little moans telling you how good you felt, how beautiful you were, how he wanted to stay like that forever. It was almost enough to make you cry but the ever-growing pressure in your core kept your senses on high, making your brain focus more on the pleasure than the intimacy you didn’t know you craved from the big man. Your forehead pressed gently against his as your eyes rolled back and you clawed at his shoulders. There was so much to take in, the passion and emotion both physical and mental, and you were starting to lose grip on all facets of control. Thankfully, he seemed to match your sentiment, hands suddenly pulling you to a halt as he let out a groan. 

“I want you on hands and knees,” he demanded gruffly, “Can you do that?” 

Nodding hastily, you carefully untangled yourself from him and grabbed a pillow, shoving it beneath your hips to help keep you at the perfect angle. 

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gravelly with a sharp smack to your ass. 

With a whimper, you wiggled your hips at him and gasped, “I want you in me. Fuck me, please!”

He lined his cock up and immediately slammed in with a heady groan, all sense of worry and compassion gone. Your nails tore into the sheets as he stretched through your walls without hesitation. It was so much at once. That other position had truly babied you against his size. Now, now you were feeling every single fucking inch. Your body instinctively fought against the depths he reached but, mentally, you wanted nothing more than to keep him there for the rest of all time. 

“Fuck, oh my god, it’s- mmm- s’too much!”

“Relax, little one. I know it’s a lot,” he purred, hands stroking along your back lovingly.

“Mmmm, yesss. Hurts so good,” you whimpered mindlessly.

“Yeah, but you can take it; can’t you, princess?” he groaned as he started to rock his hips. 

Those dirty words were spoken in such a sweet, soothing tone that it made your heart do backflips, a seductive check-in on your mental state and willingness. You nodded against the mattress with a little moan. 

“I can- Fuck, I can handle it,” you cried, “Take me, use me.”

He let out a rumbling moan and leaned forward, fingers snarling in your hair and yanking back with a sigh. 

“That’s right. This tight little pussy takes me so damn well. Gonna fuck you and make you come so hard you can’t walk afterward,” he snarled. 

You felt like a marionette doll, bent and twisted to his desires, and it felt so fucking satisfying. Every stroke of his cock did unbelievable things to that bundle of nerves deep in your core, and as he moved faster, you could feel your climax taking hold. 

“Yeahhh, I can feel you tightenin’ love. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, “That’s it, be a good girl and come for daddy now.”

All at once everything coalesced and your vision went black as your world slammed down around you. As he fucked you from one climax right into the next, you felt the tears you’d been fighting finally fall, streaming down your cheeks under the paralyzing rapture. It felt like it was never-ending but then he pulled out, leaving you a babbling mess. 

“Wha-”

Your question was cut off as he grabbed your hips and tossed you over onto your back. The instant you were facing him, he lifted you up and you were quick to wrap your legs around his hips for balance, one hand on the bed and the other hooked around his neck. As he ducked down, you welcomed his kiss as if it were life-saving. 

No words were spoken beyond grunts and moans of euphoria but there was no denying the conversation flowing between your bodies. Overwhelming and heart-pounding, desire filled your veins and urged you forward to nibble at his throat. 

“Come with me, John, please.” 

The cry that left his lips as you bit into his neck was devastating and immediately he buried himself as far as possible into you, sending you over once more as his hips shuddered against yours. You thought mindlessly about how there was no better sensation in the world than the twitching of his cock when he came inside you as you trailed your tongue up his neck with a moan. It was the most primal, instinctive claim one could ever have over another.

“Jesus,” he sighed shakily.

You managed a little whimper of agreement as he slowly pulled out. As soon as he moved back, you collapsed onto the bed with a whine. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice somewhere between amused and actually worried.

You flashed him a thumbs-up and caught his gaze with a loopy smile. His answering smirk made your body react and a groan escaped again. 

“Stop being so sexy. It almost hurts,” you whined.   

Laughter filled the room joyously as he plopped down onto the bed next to you. As he drew you in closer, one hand found yours and brought it to his lips. Eyes fluttering open, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized how intently he was watching you. 

“What?” you asked curiously. 

“Just admirnin’ you, darlin’,” he replied easily, “You sure you’re okay?”

A hum of agreement left your lips before you flipped your hand over and laced your fingers between his. You weren’t certain where this put the two of you, but it certainly seemed like more than a one-night stand. You hoped.

“When does Emma get back?” he asked. 

You thought about it for a moment before replying, “Should be back Sunday night, why?” 

He drew your hand to his mouth once more, this time pressing little kisses to each fingertip. 

“Unless you’ve got other things to do, how would you feel about me staying tonight and I can make us breakfast in the morning?” 

You bit your lower lip in hopes of containing some of the surely stupid joy rolling off of you in waved as you gave a little nod. He smiled back warmly but there was a look of uncertainty that passed through his gaze as his other hand sunk into your hair, drawing goosebumps across your skin as he played with the strands. 

“And then, if you can put up with me for long enough, I want to take you and the munchkin out for dinner Sunday night. How’s that sound?” 

At that, you could no longer contain your excitement. Rolling to face him, you leaned up and caught his mouth in a sweet kiss, trying to convey just how happy that idea made you. 

“I’d love to, and I know Emma would be ecstatic. She really adores you,” you admitted warmly. 

“Good, now, we’ve got plenty of time until morning and the electricity isn’t even back on yet,” he murmured deviously, fingers tauntingly sliding down your stomach to your thighs, “What say we work on conquering your hatred of the dark, aye?”

[skipper1331]

One Day // Vivianne Miedema

a/n: based off this and this request - thought i could combine them.

"Good morning, my love" you whispered as your alarm ringed, the dutch never one to wake up by just an alarm. "We have to get up" your pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, knowing she loved it when she woke up to kisses, "No" said person grumbled while she tightened her arms around you, pulling you closer in her embrace. "We have to" you entangled your body out of her arms, one leg already out of bed as Viv suddenly sat up, "Need kissies" she pulled you back in, your legs resting at either side of her waist, "so needy" you giggled before you littered pecks all over her face, her nose scrunching in responds.

"Now i‘m ready to start the day!"

-

"Liefje" the tall woman called as you were in bathroom, ready to start your morning routine, "what do want for breakfast?" her head chipped in, her eyes roaming over your body as you were in nothing but her too big clothes. A slight blush covered cheeks while her heart fluttered, you never failed to amaze her by you just being you. "Smoothie? Maybe?"

"Smoothie it is" the striker left you alone, making her way down to the kitchen as you continued or rather started your routine. The smoothie was on the counter, already in a cup (your favorite) as you patted to the kitchen, Viv nowhere to be seen. Sipping from the straw, the delicious taste of your favorite fruits hit your mouth - Viv made the best smoothies. "Hm, you like it?" said person asked. "Shit!" you jumped, hand over your chest as you tried to control your breathing, "babyyy" you whined, "I almost dropped my smoothie" grumbling at her, the tall woman poked your cheeks, making you laugh, "i love your laughter" she muttered, eyes full of love as her arms looped around your midsection, "the smoothie?"

"was perfect" you gave her a peck or two, "like you" pecking all over her face. The dutch giggled, her nose scrunching as a big smile broke out on her face.

"Ik houd van jou"

"I love you too"

-

"Liefje, hurry up!" Viv yelled as she stood at the front door, your kit bag as well as her own in her hand. "I can‘t find my bag" your eyes scanned through your bedroom, then the living room - every room. Walking up to Viv you gave up, you had no idea where your bag was, the striker chuckled at your helpless expression. You gave her a glare, how can this be funny to her? With an ease she lifted your bag, waving it in front of your eyes. In reaction you snatched it away, "you let me search for it for 15 minutes, knowing you had it in your hand!" you growled, frowning like a child.

"You’re cute" the dutchie slung her arm around your shoulder as she pressed a kiss to your head, "now let‘s go"

Viv took a seat in the drivers seat while you sat next to her, even though you had the passenger princess privileges Taylor Swift music was playing the whole time on the way to the stadium. You just had to look at the shy girl and you would crumble and do anything for her. So meanwhile she sang to herself yet audible for you (something only you had the privilege to hear) her hand was resting on the bare skin of your thigh, absently drawing circles on it.

-

Derby day.

The blues.

Always a strong opponent.

The stands were filled with red and blue, fans were singing chants, both teams in the tunnel. Viv was behind you, you could feel her eyes on you, like always. Every match the dutch would stand behind you, it calmed her. Her eyes would roam over your figure, always stopping at your jersey. One day her surname will be on the back of it. That was a promise. A promise she made ages ago.

At half time the score was 1-1. Sam Kerr scoring the opening goal while Kim Little scored the penatly. The game was rough, Emma Hayes looked like she was about kill someone and a certain defender was targeting you, Maren Mjelde. Each time you had the ball you hadn‘t had it for long - your body hitting the grass every time. A little push or her leg in your way would cause you to fall. For sure, your body will have bruises tomorrow. Viv was the first by your side, asking If you‘re okay or what hurts. Slowly but surely the dutch was getting angry, how could Mjelde get away with it? No card - no foul. After the 8th time of your body hitting the ground Viv had enough - you didn‘t get up. Lia at your side while Viv was by the Chelsea defender shoving her as she cursed in her mother tongue. Most of the time, the tall woman was calm and collected but not when it came to you. Her patience was very short when it came to you.

Katie had her arms around the dutch trying to pull her away while Kim stood in front of her, pushing her away. Captain duties. As the ref showed Viv a yellow card, the same card Maren Mjelde finally got, Viv was by your side. Her hand wiped the sweaty hair out of your face while the medics examined your ankle, "is it bad?" you whispered, tears running down your cheeks. "I don‘t know, my girl"

Your ankle hurt and you were subbed off but in a few days, everything would be fine. With an ice pack around your ankle you watched the rest of the game, your lover not scoring once but twice. Her reply to your substitution - her statement: do not mess with her girl.

When the final whistle blew, the dutch shook every opponents hand, Maren being the last, "I‘m sorry" she apologized, "i didn‘t mean to shove you" It was simply out of the situation - out of her emotional state. She couldn’t harm a fly, even If she tried. At the end of the day it was just an intense game where no one had any evil intention.

It was important for Vivianne to have apologized. It wasn't like her not to.

Viv was one of the best strikers in the world but she also had her values ​​and morals. If things got more intense on the field, it was important for her to clear the air after.

As it should be.

At the end of the day, every player was only human.

-

You were glad when the match was finally called to an end, ready to go home with your lover. Both of you decided to shower at home, it was already in the evening - you wouldn‘t leave your home anymore. Again the striker behind the steering wheel, this time with her hand in yours as she drove the two of you home. At a red light, she occasionally would press a kiss to your lips as she had not felt them against her own the whole time. Even though every one knew you were a couple, you would act professionally, only in private showing the lovey-dovey side you shared. Yet there were always loving glances and sneaky touches, you couldn't do it completely without - the love you shared was way to powerful and present to hide it.

The tall woman carried your bag inside as you patted after her, your ankle still covered in ice. "Take out, baby?" you asked while you snuggled your arms around her from behind - the dutch being too tall for you to rest your head on her shoulder "sure, your usual?" she asked turning around, her arms going around your shoulders as she craned her neck down, pressing a loving kiss to your head. In agreement you hummed in to her chest, tightening your grip around the striker. "Missed you" you mumbled as an exhausted sigh left your throat. Viv squeezed you, knowing what you meant.

You had missed her kisses.

You had missed her hugs.

You had missed her shy smile and blushing cheeks.

You had missed her.

"Lets take a shower" the taller girl lifted you up, your legs going around her waist as she carried you to the bathroom. She placed you on the counter, "is it okay if i take your clothes off?" she asked. In respond you muttered a tired yes - the dutch made sure everything she did was with consent. She took your shirt off, she asked If it was okay. She took your pants off, she asked If it was okay. That just who she was.

After showering and dressed up in some comfy clothes, the two of you found yourselves sitting on the couch. You had your back leaned against Vivs front as your limbs were tangled together. With your hair and body freshly washed you felt clean again, the striker behind you, ordering the take out while you searched for a series. As you decided which series you wanted to watched you nestled back in Vivs embrace as she silently massaged your shoulders. "Thank you, baby" you muttered contently, eyes closed as the voice of Phil Dunphy filled the background noices. Though, the dutch was sitting behind you, you knew that her cheeks were covered in a blush, her shy smile across her face. No matter how long the two of you had been a couple If you called her any kind of pet name, the girl would squeal inside, skin tingle, heart race, love burst.

When the food arrived, both of you took a seat at the kitchen table and while you enjoyed your meals, you talked about everything and nothing, loving glances and touches being shared.

-

Back on the couch, your head rested in the crook of her neck, legs tangled as her fingers combed through your hair in a manner to help you fall asleep. Pressing featherlight kisses to her neck, you mumbled inaudible words - the taller girl pulling you close(r). The series in the background long forgotten as your breathing evened out, soft snores hitting Vivs neck. Vivianne continued to watch the episode of modern family before she carried you to bed. She tugged you under the blanket like a burrito, herself laying next to you as she pulled you in her arms - she could only sleep with you in her touch, knowing you were safe.

"Good night, liefje, Ik houd van jou" she mumbled, pressing a long and final kiss for the day to your head before she settled in to the pillow. It didn‘t take long for the striker to fall asleep - dreaming about you.

Mrs. Miedema, one day.

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[marilynthornhilllover]

Just a little bit Colder

Mean!Vanessa shelly x fem!Reader

Warning: smut, bathroom sex, use of vibrator, clitoral play, cunniligus ( literally 2 licks) , enemies to lovers, hate sex, degradation at the finest, slight praise kink, mommy kink, sucking of nipples, choking and slapping kink, smoking of cigarettes, pet names, age gap, slight spanking, hair pulling, mean vanessa, orgasm denial, naive reader etc the list terribly goes on.

You and Mike had been friends for quite some time. The both of you first met eachother at a Cafe that you once worked at, one morning abby his younger sister was having a little tantrum because Mike didn't want to buy her Lemon donuts, being the generous person that you were you offered to purchase them for her out of your pocket money.

Obviously Mike refused, thanking you for the kind gesture but the little girl just wouldn't stop fussing. About one decade or eternity later she left him with no other option than to take up your offer. The both of you exchange numbers and they left the Cafe.

Now that was about two months ago. You never heard back from Mike. Not that you wanted too. It's just a little small conversation would be nice. You brushed it off as nothing and carried on with your life. Mike was not your type to begin with and the both of you were the same age, and you had a thing for older people.

You were at your friends house for her brother birthday party when you heard a notification from your phone. You glanced at the screen to see a pop up message from Mike.

It read : sorry to ask such a big favor of you so late, especially how we don't really know eachother quite well, but guessing by the gesture you made the other day I hope your a kind person. Would you mind watching my little sister tomorrow at 7am, I have a little mission at the station and it's gonna take all day and I don't wanna leave her home unattended.... please?

You sighed gently before pushing your phone back into your pocket. It's not that you didn't want to, or that you had a problem with babysitting his little sister, the poor guy just needs a hand. But there's no way your gonna get up at 7 am in the morning just to watch some dudes sister for the entire day.

You had other things to do and places to be. You tried your best to enjoy the rest of the night but your phone just kept going off, drawing your friends attention to you.

" who's messaging you so much y/n" asked one of your close friend ava. You flashed her a annoyed face before pulling out your phone from your back pocket. Again a pop up message read.

" please, I'll even pay you if you'd like"

You groaned softly before typing out a quick response.

" I'll think about it and message you in the morning, I'm busy right now, just like you I also have a busy life" if it sounded harsh then that's because you intended it to sound harsh. You pushed your friend playfully back into the party mood as the both of you danced your souls away for the rest of the night.

After you got home you undressed and took a quick shower. As you were doing your skincare routine your phone dinged again. You huffed glancing down at what he had to say this time.

" 300$ and I'll add a 50 if I'm late after work, it's your time really and I'd appreciate it" you sighed, at this point you gaved in. Once more you texted a quick reply before entering your room to dry off.

" I'll be there as early as I can *smilie face emoji* ".

The next morning you groaned as the sun light kissed you from behind the curtains. sighing you took a slight glance at your alarm clock.

9: 45 A.M

You practically flew from your bed, your duvet quickly being abandoned on the floor. You checked your phone to see four missed calls from Mike and three pop up messages asking where you were and if your still on. You mutter shit over and over again before dashing into the shower. After getting ready you tried calling Mike but there were zero response.

It's either he turned off his phone or he blocked your number.

You checked your chat to see if he had sent you his location before quickly driving over to his place.

You pulled up in his driveway and parked your car. You fixed your hair and lip gloss before walking up to the door and knocking gently. Your mind wondered off as you tried to come up with excuses to tell Mike as to why you were late, or after all his car wasn't in the driveway so you diverted your mind to ways in which you can try trick a little girl into thinking you weren't a completely bad person for showing up late.

You were snapped out of your trance when the door flew open. You averted your eyes to the person infront of you. Standing infront of you was a very, very good looking blonde hair lady dressed in police clothes. She was a slight dirty blonde, crystal blue eyes and a nice fucking body shape. Her facial expression however spoke for itself.... it wasn't as pleasant as she seem to appear.

" yes?" Her voice was warm, welcoming, yet so cold and bitter as if she was someones old grummy grandfather who already accepted his fate and wanted to go out to this world. Your words got caught in your throat as you took a step back away from her. It's as if all of the air was pushed out of your lungs.

You didn't want to be viewed as some creep so you quickly answered.

" um, i- uh I'm here for abby" you spoke, looking behind her to see the young girl on the sofa with another young girl playing with dolls and stuff animals. You gaze went back to the blonde woman infront of you when she stepped down onto the step below you and closed the door. At this rate she was just centimeters away from your lips.

You could feel her hot breath tickle the hairs on your neck as she loomed over you by perhaps two inches.

" you better explain yourself properly young lady before I arrest you, for trespassing and attempt of kidnap of a minor" she spoke, her hand reaching for her gun slightly. You'd be lying if you said she didn't look hot right now. A slight hair strand blowing in her face, eyebrows stressed together and lips perched together closely.

" trespassing? Fucking kidnap? Who are you judge judy? Look Mike had asked me last night if I could watch Abby for him today, I woke up late and he's not answering his phone, I don't know what hero your try'na play, or who you are but you need to chill, it doesn't suit you" the woman's expression changed by the Slightest with her lip curving into a thin smirk but it didn't soften.

She stepped back up on the door step and pulled out her phone, she dialed some numbers before the Phone began ringing. She eyed you suspiciously before Turning around just as the person picked up.

" hi, yeah mike- no nothings wrong abbys fine. Look there's some girl at your door, claiming" she air quotes the word before sneaking a sheer glance at you before turing back around. " that she's here to babysit Abby" she pauses for a moment while nodding before hanging up. She opens the door and turns her body side ways for you to enter.

Her eyes undressed your body and your choice of clothing as you entered. Just before you could step foot over the line of the door, her hand grapped your stomach and brought you close towards her chest.

" did you forget the occasion or were you originally planning to go to a strip club for some extra cash?" She asked, again you couldn't breathe. She was toxic, like a drug. Her scent was luring. It's like everything about this woman was a trap. She's to good to be true. You removed her hand from your stomach noticing that her hands are vainy. You gulped as you tried your best to suppress the moan that was itching to be realesed from your throat.

You waved at abby and her friend as they made their way inside of Abbys room to continue playing with their dolls. You turned around to look at the woman slowly sipping her coffee as she stared at you intensely. You cringed as you placed both your hands on your hips.

You averted your gaze away from hers, looking around the house you noticed that it wasn't bad. It was quite very modern and slightly fancy, it was small but the coziness of it definitely won over that speculation. You turned back around and to your surprise the blondie was smoking, you sighed as walked up to her. Her eyes immediately locked on yours, so hooded and lingering, filled with what seems to be lust and desire.

" look little girl, if your here to annoy me, just go home, I mean your presence isn't even needed here, abby has me. She surely doesn't need a slut to take care of her i mean come on-" you zoned out, your face showing pure disbelief as you felt utter disrespect. What did she just call you?.... you felt your body shake with rage as your jaw tensed. You were the type of person to have watery eyes when you were angry.

You looked at her badge and saw her name.

" how about you go fuck yourself vanessa, mhm how about that. And who are you to call me a fucking slut? Atleast you've never fucked me. You know what I'll leave and make sure you explain in perfect detail to mike why I left, you little shit" you stormed into the bathroom in a way of trying to calm your nerves.

After some time the door to the bathroom opened and closed. You looked into the mirror only to make eye contact with Vanessa. Before either of you could utter a word to eachother she grabbed your hair from behind forcing you to arch your back as her chest pressed against your back.

You let out a soft whimper looking up at her through the mirror, teary-eyed. Her eyes were dark and sultry as they bore into your soul setting you on fire. She brought her lips close to your ear and her tongue gently licked your earlobe before pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it before her hand that wasn't occupied in your hair travled down your body.

" vanny please-" at this point you could feel as your moral side betray you. your mind went completely fuzzy, your body yearned for her touch, her touch, the touch of the devil herself.

" begging already sweetie, thought you told me to go fuck myself, now you want mommy to fuck you? Is that it?" She asked tugging on your hair harshly, you moaned as your eyes rolled back slightly when her cold finger tips brushed against your clothed cunt.

" so desperate for mommy.... I asked a question slut, do you want me to fuck you" her tone was harsh and demanding as she spanked your ass before rubbing it slightly after you cried out. Making eye contact with her again you noticed she had something in the pocket of her police vest. Something rather bulged and purple colored.

You breath hitched as you groaned in desperation rubbing your thighs together for relief. Upon noticing this vanessa smiled before spanking you again which naturally caused you to reopen your legs, giving her the perfect access needed to get to your cunt. She used her hands to pull down your tank top exposing your breast to her as your nipples erected from the temperature in the room.

You turned your body around swiftly connecting your lips with hers in a heated kiss, as if the bathroom wasn't humid already. Vanessa smirked against your lips as she listened to the whiny sounds you made in attempt to get up onto the counter. She tapped your legs, a way of telling you to jump in which you did before she gently placed you onto the counter.

She pulled away from the kiss leaving a small bridge of saliva from your mouth back to hers. She hitched your skirt up around your abdomen, eyes flicking back up to yours. She watched as you nodded and bit your bottom lip before she proceeded to kneel.

Her tongue ran over the areas of your inner thighs causing you to slightly shiver, your head falling back against the mirror. She smirked before grabbing the hemming of your lace panties - God you really came prepared for her to fuck you. She pulled your panties to the side while still maintaining her mission on leaving only marks for her to see inside of your thighs.

The cold air on your cunt was driving you crazy, you needed her so unbelievably bad, you've had sex with other women but none has come close to making you feel how vanessa is currently making you feel - as if you were floating to a place far, far away where the two of you would be able to fuck forever.

Your fingers intertwined in her golden locks, pulling her face towards your cunt but vanessa was quick, she immediately pulled alway before coming face to face with you. Her eyes were lidded and not a sheer piece of mercy was evident in them. Her gaze dropped to your breast before returning to your eyes.

Again with that Goddam smirk. You gasped as she latched her mouth onto your left nipple, your head fell back as your eyes closed in utter pleasure. You felt as her cold finger tips wonder down your belly, mound then slowly as they crept all the way down to your slit before sandwiching two fingers into your slit as slightly stretched your hole without thrusting her fingers into you.

" oh god- fuck- vanessa please" your moan was soft and breathy as it almost came out as a whisper or a plea. Vanessa's tongue continued to suck horrendously on your small bud as her tongue swirled and poked at it now and then. She chuckled darkly feeling your hips lift in attempt to reach or receive some sort of friction or pleasesure.

" such a good girl mommy" she muttered before releasing your bud with a small ' pop' sound. She gaved you a sinister look before her finger tip began to rub tight , fast circles around your clit. Again your head fell back, grabbing her biceps your back arched off the counter slightly as you lost all control to your moral self, every single ounce of self respect that was left in you.

Vanessa now owned you and your mind, you were now hers.

She could feel as your pussy covered her finger in a new layer of wetness. She watched as your thighs trembled slightly. She gazed up at you but your eyes were already focused on her slender fingers rubbing big circles on your puffy bud. Your skin was drenched in sweat as your chest rised and fell with every breath you took. Feeling your oragsm quickly approaching.

An idea popped into her head and she immediately followed suit. She wanted to see, really how far you'd go for her. She stopped fingering your clit and slid that same finger down to your aching hole before teasing you by circling around it very, very slowly almost not even moving at all.

She chuckled as she felt you clench around nothing.

" Pleasepleaseplease" you whispered as a prayer. She leaned down towards your neck, slowly leaving open mouthed kisses down your drenched skin and your collarbone, causing you to shiver. It's safe to say that you were an absolute raging needy whore for her and only her.

Her hot breath tortured your neck as she spoke up" what do you want my love? Use your words" she husked, her voice deep and husky, slowly draining you of all you sanity. Suddenly you felt as she thrusted two fingers into your cunt, curling her fingers at the right spot as your gummy walls clamped down on her fingers, greedily begging her to stay.

You eyes rolled back as you let out a pornographic moan. Again she removed her fingers from you hole causing you to sigh in utter frustration. At this point you were getting fed up, you wanted what you wanted and she wasn't giving you what she said she'd provide.

" fuck! Would you just fuck me already bitch!" You realized what had just come out of your mouth when vanessa entire face went dark. Her pupils completely delayed. You couldn't read her expressions or even break down what could possibly be thinking. You've never regretted anything in your life more than this moment.

"I'm sor-" before you could finish your sentence you felt a hot stink across your cheek. You turned to look at vanessa, shocked. Did she just... slap you..... you'd probably slap her back but God it just made you get wetter.

" do it again" Vanessa's eyebrow quirked as a slight curve appeared on her lips but just as fast as it appeared it disappeared. Her hand came down again on your cheek causing you to whimper. You felt as her hand gripped your neck in a rather harsh manner. She brought your face closer to hers, lips inches around.

This woman would be the death of you.

Not only was she older by twelve years, she's blonde, has blue eyes, a hot cop and she's rough.

Her hands squeezed your cheeks, snapping you out of your trance. You definitely ignited something mysterious within her, another side that you were longing to see. To feel .

" do not fuck with me little girl. I will fuck you up" her voice crack a little and you tried - you really tried with every cell in your body not to laugh but just your human. Vanessa tightened her grip around your neck and slammed your head against the mirror causing you to moan.

" you take me for a joke? That's what it is? I'll show you the real joke" although you had no clue what she meant you had the perfect idea what she was referring too. Vanessa got up and unzipped her pocket, she pulled out a small shiny pink circle looking object before kneeling again. You felt as her tongue flicked up and down your slit twice before the small object slipped into you.

" get dressed" she demanded and you just compiled. After fixing your clothing as best as possible. you exited after her to find abby and her friend eating Mac and cheese and Mike standing in the kitchen making bacon and grilled cheese sandwich. You froze.

Vanessa was already sitting at the dinner table smoking a cigarette as if nothing had just happened. When she looked eyes on you she immediately averted them back towards mike. She cleared her throat mike turned around to face Vanessa before glancing up at you. He smiled softly.

" hi y/n! So glad you made it, I trust that you two have been getting along?" You nodded and he smiled before glancing over at vanessa who was breathing smoke through her nose, eyes fixed on you, making you shiver as you quickly look away. She left you so needy and destroyed begging for her mercy.

Poor Mike, only if he knew what went down in his bathroom. The sinful Arora he would smell if he were to enter it now. The sweat of the counter, fog on the glass. The smell of sex would haunt him forever.

" I know how...well... unreasonable vanessa can be at time, anyway I came home early for lunch so I thought I'd make us some, wanna stay for some?" He asked and that's when you felt it. The vibrations, the intense shocking in your vagina. You grabbed onto the counter as you let out a small mouth which you covered up as a groan.

" sorry. Its just Cramps. girl stuff" Mike nodded in understanding.

" let me get you my mom's old hot water and jel compress" he said before he left to go into the bedroom. You felt Vanessa's piercing gaze. Gazing over at her you both locked together in a trance. She winked at you just as Mike returned. You thanked him and he went back to cooking.

Neither of you broke your gazes. You knew things were about to get heated as she secretly showed you her phone with the vibrators settings. Your chest continued to rise and fall as the ache between your legs only continued to grew. Vanessa shelly will be the death of you.

[beauttifullife]

Maybe you need a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

Agatha had just taken a bite of her pizza when Nicky blurted out.

“Daddy has a new girlfriend. Amanda. She’s nice. She took me to the zoo.”

She froze mid-chew.

So, James is seeing someone—again.

Her ex-husband had gone through a rotating lineup of women since their separation, most of whom came and went before she even had the chance to meet them. And, like a cliché of wealthy divorced dads, James didn’t exactly date in his age group. Agatha had met one or two over the years, all of them at least twenty years his junior.

James was fifty-two, for God’s sake.

It was ridiculous.

Nicky kept talking, oblivious to her thoughts.

“Daddy is happy. He smiles more.”

He took another bite of pizza, then paused, his small brows drawing together as his nose scrunched up in that familiar way he did when he was thinking hard.

Agatha braced herself, recognizing that look all too well. Her son had a habit of speaking with the brutal honesty only a child could wield.

He reached up, pressing his greasy, pizza-stained fingers to her cheek, looking at her with a curious expression.

“You don’t smile a lot.”

Ow.

Agatha winced inwardly.

It is amazing how kids could unknowingly bury daggers in their parents’ hearts with their blunt, innocent observations.

She managed to keep her composure, setting her pizza down as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

“I smile,” she insisted softly, and then, with a mischievous grin, she tickled him, smiling as he burst into giggles and squirmed in her arms. “See? I smile all the time with you.”

When the tickling subsided, Nicky’s laughter faded, and he looked at her with that same serious, searching gaze.

“But what about when I’m gone? Do you smile when I’m gone?”

Damn it.

This kid was trying to kill her.

Agatha opened her mouth, ready to give him a reassuring lie—something simple. Of course, I smile when you’re not here, even though the truth was far from it.

But before she could speak, Nicky’s eyes lit up as though he’d had the best idea in the world.

“Maybe you can get a girlfriend like Daddy—so you can smile even when I’m not here.”

Agatha laughed at that, a startled, genuine laugh.

“You mean a boyfriend, honey,” she corrected gently.

But Nicky only shrugged, as if it made no difference to him.

“You didn’t smile with any of your boyfriends.”

Agatha stilled, her breath catching as she absorbed his words.

She hadn’t realized Nicky had been watching her so closely, hadn’t known he’d picked up on the things she kept so carefully hidden. She’d thought she’d shielded him from her own disappointments, put on a brave face as she tried to navigate dating again after the divorce.

Yet here he was, perceptive in that unfiltered way only her child could be, seeing through her mask to the truth she hadn’t even fully admitted to herself: that the men she’d dated hadn’t made her happy.

Since the divorce three years ago, she’d tried to move forward. She’d gone on plenty of dates, a few even turning into short-lived relationships, but none had ever clicked. She even introduced Nicky to one or two men she’d thought might last.

They hadn’t.

He hadn’t liked them, and she hadn’t blamed him.

Honestly, she’d barely liked them herself.

Her attempts at dating had all felt empty, like trying to force pieces into a puzzle that just didn’t fit.

Nicky, meanwhile, picked up his slice again and took a big bite, chewing thoughtfully before looking back up at her.

“Maybe you need a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend,” he said, words muffled around his mouthful but clear enough.

Agatha blinked, caught completely off guard by the innocent but strangely perceptive comment. She forced a small, wry smile, hoping he’d move on to a less jarring topic.

But Nicky just kept looking at her, waiting, his wide eyes expectant and curious.

She let out a breath, her mind racing through the events of the past few days, the revelations she’d had, and her unexpected, undeniable connection with Rio. Her son’s words lingered, pressing gently but insistently against the parts of herself she’d barely started to acknowledge.

Finally, she gave a small shrug, her voice softer than usual.

“Maybe, kiddo,” she murmured, reaching out to ruffle his hair with a gentleness that felt like both a reassurance to him and a grounding touch for herself. “Maybe.”

Nicky grinned, clearly pleased with her response, and dove back into his pizza, blissfully unaware of the quiet stirrings within his mother’s heart.

[moonlitgraffiti]

S o. As few people are probably aware, over a year ago, I made a joke post that Joseph Pulitzer and Theodore Roosevelt are bitter exes in Livesies and that I would not be elaborating.

... As many fandom things tend to go, it is Definitely not a joke anymore. As such, I will now be elaborating as I did not all those months ago. For those of y'all willing to at the very least entertain it, strap in.

A l r i g h t so for everyone coming along for the ride, let us begin at the basics: the canon we are given to start with. Early in act I, we see even m e n t i o n of Roosevelt gets under Pulitzer's skin; he gets loud, he gets angry, he has to rein himself in. He will find any means he can to criticize and does not shy away from it.

Roosevelt does not come up again until late, l a t e game, where he shows up unannounced in Pulitzer's office. And it's where things start getting very interesting.

Pulitzer tries to be professional with him, tries to address him in a proper manner, calling him "Governor", trying to lay out his case before him from the start. But Roosevelt doesn't display much interest in this propriety. When he first lays eyes on him, he calls him "Joseph", and nothing more. Medda gets her full name, and he does not address anyone else. It's familiarity, and also some slight disrespect on Roosevelt's behalf. But it's also t e a s i n g, he smiles, he seems to enjoy watching him squirm. Not to mention the comfort in Pulitzer's personal space.

(Now kiss.)

He waves his power in Pulitzer's face, all the while refusing to call him anything other than "Joseph", despite Pulitzer trying to iron out the interaction into anything vaguely professional.

We also have the "hard heart, soft head" exchange.

Theodore where are you l o o k i n g??

After Jack manages to get a deal from Pulitzer and these two are standing up on the platform together, they continue to antagonize each other. But Pulitzer seems to be sliding into Roosevelt's game: he calls him "Teddy", a name which Roosevelt's real life counterpart despised. He moves to push his cane into Pulitzer's chest, and when Jack interrupts them, they both turn to give him this look:

I'm sorry, was he interrupting something?

Foreplay?

Sadly, here is where our canonical events end. However, now we jump into the richness of the relationship.

In the events we see in Newsies, I see this pair as bitter exes. As it so happens, based on the timeline of reality, Pulitzer and Roosevelt were in New York City at the exact same time for a while, immediately after Roosevelt's wife died. (I feel it important to note here that while I draw from real events, this is not to be intended as RPF. This is for the characters Newsies, specifically Livesies, has made of them both and only these characters. The real Pulitzer and Roosevelt led vastly different lives and neither were even present for the strike at all. So Newsies is fudging it, and so will I.)

At any rate, Roosevelt would have been young and vulnerable and emotional during this time. He and Pulitzer catch each other's eye, and after an age begin a tentative love affair. But Pulitzer can't bring himself to be open and honest with his emotions, especially not in a way that a vulnerable Roosevelt would so desperately need, and is too blinded by his own ego to see that he is causing problems.

Feeling ignored and twice brokenhearted, Roosevelt takes off to the Dakotas after the end of the legislative session without telling Pulitzer. This leaves Joseph confused and hurting, bitter and angry, and never wanting to see him ever again.

Years pass, and Roosevelt's fame grows. Pulitzer grows more and more bitter, thinking about the abandonment he's convinced himself was his reality. Until they meet again. Roosevelt as governor to confront him as a titan.

And so brings us to canon day. When your skinny, fiery, weak voiced lover crashes back into your life and he is big, loud, confident, and sexier than he's ever been.

I'm not asking you to ship it, but I'm asking you to at least consider how it can be compelling. Rekindling a love affair that ended so badly when both parties are older, wiser, and much better equipped. For those of you that want to see Pulitzer suffer, he will! That personal growth to force him out of his closed off emotional constipation, to make him confront that he isn't alone and doesn't have to be. And to slowly trust each other again.

[sunnebeam]

good for a weekend.

DRABBLE.

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (yall know the drill, let's be protected irl), sex against a window, blank space au, chaebol!reader (she has issues), businessman!hoseok, profanity

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: took me a long time to choose the title for this one bc i just realized i already used a blank space lyric for jimin's drabble lol. but anyways here it is! idk the accurate word count but i think this is longer than all my other drabbles so far. enjoy <3 don't forget to share ur thoughts and give feedback ^^

When you were younger, you didn’t really understand why no one wanted to be friends with you.

Apart from your butler Yeonjun (who's paid to put up with your shit but is still genuine in his companionship nonetheless), a paintbrush and a canvas were the only real confidants you had for your pent up frustrations as a child.

Now that you're older, your isolation becomes more self-induced.

"Is it true that she's back together with Kim Taehyung again?”

“No, I heard that her family arranged for her and Park Jimin to marry next year...”

“But wasn't she spotted looking cozy with Jeon Jungkook at a bar last week?”

"No, no, I could've sworn she was hooking up with Min Yoongi—"

"Damn, she's going through men way too fast, don't you think?"

“Honestly, I think she's just a spoiled, rich playgirl."

You sigh, sitting on your chair in the art room of your very own mansion — a gift from your father after he missed out on your eighteenth birthday — while Yeonjun watches you paint your heart out.

“I haven’t seen Kim Seokjin around lately…” he muses as he steps closer to look at your work. By the looks of it, you must be feeling some pretty angry emotions.

“Silly Yeonjun,” you giggle too loudly, hand gripping your brush rather forcefully as you stare at your palette. “Seokjin and I broke up ages ago. Actually, I haven’t seen him since the haircut incident.”

Ah, the haircut incident…

Yeonjun shivers, remembering that outburst all too well. The memory of you hysterically chopping off your hair in a fit of jealousy while Kim Seokjin helplessly tried to get you to stop. That marked the end of your six-month relationship, leaving you with uneven chunks of hair and the man with a questionable restraining order.

Not your best moment, that much you can admit.

“Anyways,” you snicker, shaking your head to clear the onslaught of memories, “let’s not talk about him anymore, ‘kay?”

You stand up, leaving your painting half-finished, and walk over to the big floor-to-ceiling window.

Your mansion is the biggest in the area, filled with numerous rooms and spaces that far surpassed the amount you need for basic living. Your art room – easily the biggest room, even topping your master bedroom – houses a beautiful glass window that overlooks the property.

“Besides,” you say, clapping your hands, “we have more important things to worry about.” You turn to him and squeal, jumping up and down. “My art exhibit is in a couple of months! Can you believe it, Yeonjun?"

Your excitement has you skipping around the room in glee. You’ve been planning your own exhibit for months and now that it's drawing nearer, you feel more excited than nervous. You hope with all your heart that this exhibit could finally paint you in a proper light, letting you shine as 'the young, twenty-something art extraordinaire' instead of the 'resident fuckgirl who's only good for a weekend.'

“I know, sweetie.” Yeonjun smiles, feeling genuinely happy for you. But before he can further share in your excitement, the doorbell rings.

The noise makes you glance at your watch and smirk. Right on time.

Together, you and Yeonjun walk down the massive staircase to greet your guest, and Jung Hoseok hears you before he even catches sight of you — the clicking of your heels resonating loudly across the living room. He turns his head to the sound and smiles handsomely at the both of you.

For a few moments, none of you say a word but the electricity between you and your guest is hard to ignore.

"Shall I leave you to your business?" Yeonjun breaks the silence, directing the question at you. After all, at this point, he already knows the drill whenever you have your guests over.

You nod, never taking your eyes off Hoseok's and your butler immediately excuses himself.

Once it's just the two of you left, Hoseok holds out a hand to you. “Jung Hoseok. Pleasure to meet you."

You tell him your name, placing your hand in his and immediately, he brings it up to gently brush his lips against your knuckles. “Pleasure's all mine, Hoseok."

“Just Hobi is fine, gorgeous."

He winks at you and smiles. And just like all the other times, you feel yourself falling. Spiralling. Obsessing.

“Hobi…” you repeat, “shall we go over the terms of your company's sponsorship for my art exhibit?”

“Of course,” he responds. "Shall we discuss it in your office?"

"Oh no," you feign disappointment.

"What is it?"

“I'm terribly sorry, Hobi,” you utter, “but my office is under renovations at the moment—"

(It isn't.)

"—and I’m afraid it's not convenient for business discussions for the time being.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok muses, his eyes on your lips as you purse them contemplatively. “Should we take our discussion somewhere else, then?” He offers, not wanting to cut his visit short.

He stares right into your pretty eyes and he swears you've performed some sort of magic right then and there because he finds himself right under your spell.

“Good idea." You smile, your hand sliding up to rest on the crook of his elbow as you lead him up your stairs. “I know the perfect place.”

And that's how he found himself in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your immaculate bed with your head bobbing up and down between his legs.

"Shit," he curses when you take him deeper in your mouth. "Yeah, that's it, gorgeous."

You look up at him with wide eyes, making sure to maintain eye contact when you swallow around him. He bites his lip at the feeling, his thumb reaching out to wipe the stray tears running down your cheek.

You look so pretty. So fucking gorgeous.

Hoseok wonders how the hell he managed to get an invitation to your bed. Sure, he's quite attractive but you're in a whole other league of your own. You're way up there on a pedestal, you and the other chaebols in your wealthy family's circle. Whereas, he's just a mere businessman trying to negotiate a sponsorship proposal.

But, fuck, he's not complaining.

You whine when he pulls you up and onto his lap, your lips releasing his dick with a pop. Feeling needy, you suckle at the soft skin of his neck while he desperately removes your clothes and then his.

"Hobi," you whimper into his neck and the sound goes straight to his already hard cock. "Need you. Please."

"Shit," he groans when you rub your leaking core against his thigh. "Hold on to me."

You comply, wrapping your arms and legs around him, and he stands up to walk the both of you towards your bedroom's clear, glass window. Just like the one in your art room, this one spans wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, and overlooks the front of the mansion.

He sets you down on your feet and turns you around so that you're looking out. Your pussy dribbles even more arousal at the sight of your enormous front gates from the distance, the thought of being seen turning you on.

"Hobi," you whine when you feel his throbbing cock prodding at your entrance, and push your ass out in response.

"Don't hold back, gorgeous," he tells you when you let out a muffled moan. "I want the whole mansion to hear you."

He enters you swiftly, making you groan loudly and press your palms against the window. He pulls back, making you whine desperately and shift your weight on your feet. He slams back inside roughly, making you scream incoherently and fuck yourself back on him.

"That's it," Hoseok groans, "fuck me back."

And you do.

He thrusts into you in rough but deep thrusts. You fuck back into him, arching your back, causing your tits to press against the glass. The added stimulation to your nipples makes you play with your clit, making figure eight motions and heightening your pleasure.

"Shit, gorgeous. You're creaming."

He sees a creamy ring of white on the base of his cock and curses, the sight pushing him closer to his climax. You only whine in response, clenching around him uncontrollably.

"Hobi, I'm gonna—"

"Cum with me, gorgeous," he coaxes you. "Now."

You obey, cumming around him while he finishes inside you. You're breathing heavily, relishing in the warmth of his release and he just chuckles affectionately at your fucked out face.

He pulls out of you and when you lead him back to your bed, he suddenly feels exhausted. His eyes can barely stay open and the last thing he remembers before sleep takes over him is your voice telling him three little words.

When Hoseok wakes up, he sees you all dressed, propped up on the headboard and glaring at him.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" he asks groggily.

"Who's Sooah?" you ask him immediately, your voice clipped.

"What?"

You show him the unlocked phone in your hand. His phone.

"What the fuck? You went through my phone?"

"She was texting you nonstop. Who is she?"

"She's a colleague, not that I need to explain myself to you. And she's the venue coordinator for your art exhibit!"

"I don't beleve you!"

"How the fuck did you even know my password?"

"Are you cheating on me?" you demand, tears falling down your face.

"Cheating on you?" he repeats your question incredulously. "We literally just met!"

But you aren't listening to him. No, you're spiralling, clutching your hair and looking at him desperately. "Did I do something wrong? Is she prettier than me? Is she—"

"You're insane," he cuts you off, frightened at your sudden behavior. As quickly as he possibly can, he puts on his clothes and scrambles towards your bedroom door. "Fuck this shit, I'm leaving."

To his surprise, you don't follow him, though he can hear your heartbroken wails all the way to the front door. When he gets to his car, his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU WRECKED MY CAR?!" he yells, the question directed at you but his exasperated eyes are trained on his wrecked vehicle.

The punctured tiles, cracked windshield, and dented exterior would cost him a fortune. But he decides that's a problem for another day. Right now, he just has to get out of here.

"Crazy bitch," he mutters when he finally exits your property gates on foot.

Back in your room, you cry your heart out while Yeonjun caresses your hair comfortingly.

Your butler knows the drill by now. You just need one day to cry all your tears, another day to forget about it, and around three more days to move on.

Which is why, a few days later, Yeonjun opens the door to a charming, dimpled face. He leads the man to the living room where you're waiting and leaves you two to your business.

"What's your name?" you ask your guest.

"Kim Namjoon," he replies, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous."

A heartbeat. Then another.

And then you smile.

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[pinkpastels113]

Bechloe accidental first kiss

Beca, of course, had always thought about kissing Chloe. She’s beautiful, warm, and quite frankly the whole reason Beca is having such a great time at Barden. Beca’d come to the realization that she had a crush on her best friend ages ago, and every day that came after that was just another day that Beca had to stifle the urge to do just that.

She thought about how soft Chloe’s lips would be- she always saw her reapply her chapstick religiously- and dreamed about how cute it would feel like to stand up on her tip toes and wrap her arms around Chloe’s shoulders. She wanted to have Chloe hold her as more than a friend, in places more than just the couch in the Bella House.

Beca is not completely sure that Chloe likes her back- no matter what Stacie or Emily or anybody else says- so that’s why she hasn’t yet made her move. She’s not a complete wimp- she’d made out with Jesse in front of all those people in Lincoln Center after all- but she is not going to be rejected by her best friend, damn it. Beca doesn’t think that she can’t take it, the awkwardness nor the loss of friendship. Chloe is her favorite person, ever, in the world, and Beca doesn’t know what she would do with herself if she ruined that.

The only problem was, Chloe is touchy. She touched Beca everywhere, on the arm whenever she laughs, the hand whenever she wants to listen to some music that Beca had mixed, the waist whenever she wishes to get by. Normally Beca is used to it, but sometimes she still gets caught off guard and jumps whenever she is not paying attention.

Such as today.

"Okay, okay," Chloe says, trying to catch everybody's attention. "We have the decorations here, Jessica and Ashley are going to put on the music, and Beca is laying out the cookies. The Trebles are going to be here in about an hour girls, let's move it."

Why Beca had agreed to take care of the baking, she does not know. Certainly not because Chloe had tried her mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe last week and begged Beca to recreate it, that's just too pathetic.

Beca sighs, folding in the chocolate chips. She has one more step to go, and then she can shove them in the oven and never think about it again. Chloe can take them out. It was her idea anyway.

Finished with gently laying in the chocolate with the dough, Beca goes to look for the scooper. She opens the drawer where they usually keep it, but it's not there.

"Hey, Chlo! Where's the scooper? I need it for the cookies."

"Hm?" Chloe glances back over her shoulder from the living room, where she is taping a string of Christmas lights from the ceiling. "Oh I think I have it in my room. I used it last night for some ice cream."

Beca raises her eyebrows. "For some ice cream? Really? That's like... a pretty big spoon, don't you think?"

Chloe huffs, rolling her eyes. There is a smile on her lips and Beca is proud that she placed it there. Teasing is too much fun. "Well I have a pretty big appetite, especially for sweet stuff like ice cream. You know that."

"Uh huh." Beca is already washing her hands and making her way into Chloe's bedroom. "I should have put salt in these cookies then, so you wouldn't eat them all."

Chloe's room is a mess. Books on her bed, clothes on the floor, bra hanging over a desk chair. Beca tries not to stare at it as she turns around in a circle to locate the ice cream/cookie scooper. Knowing Chloe, it could be under her bed for all Beca knew. She was just about to bend down and pull the comforter over when something catches her eye.

A journal. On Chloe's pillow.

It was open to two pages, left side scribbled on, right side with a drawing. Ethically, Beca knows that she shouldn't, but curiosity gets the better of her when she sees something written in Chloe's loopy lettering that might be her name. Stepping over a novel from some Russian author, Beca picks the journal up.

She barely had time to register that the drawing was of her bent over her laptop when Chloe pinches her waist. "Hey I found it-"

Beca practically jumps out of her skin at the sudden contact. "Jesus Chr-"

Chloe's mouth brushes the corner of Beca's. They both freeze. Beca's hands slip on the journal balancing in her palm and it tumbles down to her feet but neither seems to notice. They're too busy trying to understand what just happened. Beca's face is turned towards Chloe's and her heart is making itself known in her ribcage with the speed at which its beating. Her brain sizzled and sparked like a backup generator kicking into gear in a blackout.

They're still standing two inches apart. Beca's eyes look into Chloe's and Chloe's look back, both surprise and a little bit of fear reflected in those bright blues. Chloe seems to hesitate, before pulling her hand away from Beca's body. When Beca didn't make an effort to move, or push her away, Chloe swallows, and opens her mouth.

"Look, Beca, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Beca blinks. Dazedly. "What?" Holy crap, Chloe Beale just kissed her. "About what?"

Chloe gestures between them. "That." Her breath is warm and smells like candy, and god, her lips look so soft. "We shouldn't have kissed. I scared you, and you hadn't been paying attention, and I really do want to kiss you, like so so freaking bad, but like not like this, and I'm sorry that if this means that our friendshi-"

And this time, Beca kisses her. Because Chloe just confirmed that she likes Beca back, and Beca is not a wimp. She kisses her like she imagined she would, and her arms wrapped around Chloe's shoulders and her feet goes to stand on tip toes and Chloe's smile is indeed soft and sweet and tastes like candy and Beca is so glad that she agreed to bake her cookies tonight.

Chloe pushes Beca down onto her bed. Her teeth nips on Beca's bottom lip before trailing to her neck and Beca can feel herself shiver. "You really shouldn't have been going through my journal, either, y'know."

"Yeah well, I have a pretty big appetite, especially for mysterious stuff like journals. You know that."

Chloe laughs, right into Beca's skin. Her fingers brush on Beca's thighs and Beca starts, again, because she really doesn't think she can ever get over Chloe suddenly touching her in all the right places. "I do now."

[eyesteeth]

tsv ramblies, spoilers for the most recent public episode

[I AM NOT ON THE PATREON. IF THERE ARE SPOILERS ON THE PATREON DO NOT PUT THEM ON THIS POST.]

i did post that mini doodle with the caveat of it being a joke because i feel it’d be too low-octane for this late in the series. that particular scenario would depend upon faulkner remaining in the room with rane’s corpse for like seven minutes and somehow not killing himself asap or leaving. while that could happen i think the likelihood is Low. my more realistic vision (plus pure self indulgence + themes overload) is:

since rane literally died like Seven Minutes Ago in canon carpenter is going to be taken to the Big Room only to see rane’s corpse floating in the pool and faulkner not being there

while the person who took carpenter in freaks out over the body, carpenter Instantly deduces what has happened and is like “oh he’s on some horseshit isn’t he. god fuckin damn it”

MARCO POLO ROUND THREE BABY but this time she’s initiating it because she’s the one trying to find him. marcoing up and down the halls and the outside, running around trying to find him

meanwhile he’s off trying to find a good place to die and vaguely hearing her in this distance is Doing Things To Him. my guess here splits in two ways:

he thinks he’s hallucinating because of grief and the god-winds in the area (he is outside)

he’s actively drowning himself at this point and thinks her voice is her calling him to the other side so he starts Drowning Himself Harder (could be outside or inside)

(if it’s the latter i want her to very forcefully wrench him out by the back of the hair for Maximum Disorientation and then shake him like “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??”)

AND THEN… SIBLINGS FIGHT TIME

except personally i think it’s going to be more verbal than physical. i said it ages back but if faulkner looks wretched enough i don’t think carpenter’s going to kill him. and given how it was pretty much stated outright two episodes ago that he’s planning to Finally Do It i don’t think she’d go for it. her character has developed enough that she’s not going to smack around someone visibly trying to commit suicide

i think it’d be much tastier if he asks her to kill him and she’s like “no, live with the consequences of your actions. i’m leaving. if you want to follow me, follow away, just don’t piss me off.” but just because it’s tasty that doesn’t mean it’s realistic

THOUGH I COULD ALSO SEE: faulkner being so hysterically out of it that his mind draws the conclusion of “no i need to have All my family there in the garden she’s fucking up the plan. i need us to both die asap” at which point carpenter engages in self defense and that’s when the “[vigorous shaking] WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” happens

generally i feel like because they’re both in the “i don’t want to kill anyone but i will if it’s for you” spot in their arcs that they’re not going to actually get too violent with each other but that might just be me coping lol. i just can’t really see carpenter bashing faulkner’s face in and faulkner already tried to kill himself because he thought he had killed her, i think killing her For Realsies is off the table because of that. with the exception of the previously mentioned scenario. thought he’s so out of it at this point who fucking knows tbh

i didn’t think power of love was gonna make it earlier on the season but honestly the power of love might cinch this we’ll just have to see

also if they both make it out whatever fight they’re gonna have i think that a) faulkner is going to ask carpenter to call him richard for however long they still have together and b) he is going to have INSANE attachment issues for the duration

i still think this is going to end with an apocalypse/soft reset ordeal btw. either everyone dies because nothing of the old world can remain, and that means nothing, or some new godless reality gets created and they all live in that (personally i think the latter is too sweet and too neat for this series. however such a reset with a “you never met” caveat would be bittersweet enough imo. the love was there etc etc)

i just, most vitally, want faulkner to be visibly committing/about to commit when they reunite because i like the whole platonic romeo and juliet sleeping drug/poison/knife ass shenanigans they’re doing. shaking faulkner like “NOOOO YOU NEED TO OPEN THE COFFIN BEFORE YOU DRINK THE POISON !!!!! THE TRUTH OF HER LIVING IS BUT A STONE’S TOSS AWAY !!!!!!!!”

and also i want him to be a babbling incoherent mess sobbing to the point of almost throwing up aha who said that

[suckitsurveys]

End of Year Survey

First things first, did you have a good year? It was the worst it’s been mentally but I did a lot of really really fun things this year.

How old did you turn this year? 35.

Do you feel your age? Not at all. It’s been kind of the main source of my extremely horrible mental health this year.

Did your appearance change in anyway? My hair changed a couple times and I got a new tattoo which I am now realizing I forgot in my count of them for a survey yesterday oops lol.

Post your favorite selfie. Nah.

If you traveled, where did you go? I went to Boston, NYC for the first time, New Orleans for the first time, Wisconsin Dells and Salt Lake City.

Which fashion trends did you love? I’m digging how much of the 90s style is coming back.

Which fashion trends did you hate? Crocs. I will always and forever hate Crocs.

What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible? The SNL concert tee from the show I got into dress rehearsal for (the season 49 finale with Jake Gyllenhaal and Sabrina Carpenter).

What song sums up this year for you? Probably Birds Of A Feather by Billie Eilish.

What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then? Only God Was Above Us - Vampire Weekend, Hit Me Hard And Soft - Billie Eilish, Short n Sweet - Sabrina Carpenter, with a little Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift thrown in there too.

What was your favorite movie of the year? Saturday Night probably.

Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year? Gabriel LaBelle and Emil Wakim.

Favorite new TV show? I am drawing a complete blank right now; I don’t think I watched any new TV shows except like Pop Culture Jeopardy hahaha. There are SO many shows I need to watch and it’s honestly so overwhelming.

Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears? Not new, but 2024 strengthened my love/hate relationship with SNL haha.

What food did you try for the first time? Actual ramen, like from a restaurant with all the toppings and what not. I loved it.

Did you make any big permanent changes this year? I got a new position at work.

What was one nice thing you did for someone else? I do lots of little good deeds for people all the time like buy them dinner or coffee or pick something up for them.

What was one nice thing you did for yourself? I tried not to be so hard on myself and allowed myself to say no more often. Also buying the plane and concert tickets I did this year and letting myself have FUN.

Did you develop a new obsession? Making iced coffee every morning at work lol.

Did you vote? Yeah.

Did you move? No.

Did you get a job? I got a new position.

Did you get a pet? No.

Do you regret not doing anything? It’s so silly but I really regret not buying tickets to the Saturday show Vampire Weekend did instead of the Friday show. They played two of my favorite songs at that show AND it was Maya Rudolph’s birthday (her band opened for them) and at the end of the show they played the SNL goodnights music and then sang her happy birthday and I am still bitter I missed that live.

Do you regret doing something? Eh.

Have you done anything that scared you? Just not being in my head about stuff really.

Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days? Yup.

Did you lose anyone close to you? I didn’t.

Did you fall in love? I’ve been in love.

Did you fall out of love? No.

Did you start a new relationship? No.

Did you go through a break up? Nope.

Did you have to cut ties to someone? I ended up cutting ties with a friend I’ve known since I was a teenager. We’ve always had a weird friendship; I tried to be patient and kind to her but she would consistently push my boundaries. Our conversations were always only centered around whomever she was dating at the time. She was extremely childish and I know that’s not saying much because I definitely can be too but it was just over the top. I saw her last almost exactly a year ago and then we just stopped texting each other and one day when I was in NYC she blew my phone up with texts and I just never answered because I was literally running around the city and we just haven’t spoken since and she deleted me off all social media oh well.

Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year? I don’t want to say she wasn’t important the year before, but I’ve grown much closer to a twitter friend and she’s become a bigger part of my life this past year.

Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year? That friend I mentioned cutting ties with.

If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it? I would have picked the Saturday Vampire Weekend show lol.

What was the best moment of the year for you? Seeing SNL in person, hands down. Plus all the concerts I got to go to with the people I got to go to them with.

What was the worst? My overall mental health and the overwhelming bouts of feeling like I’m too old to be interested in the things i’m interested in and feeling pathetic about it.

Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t? I can’t think of anything really.

Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did? I think just the traveling I did. I wouldn’t say it completely changed me, but it did make me realize that I am allowed to have fun and do things for me and just enjoy my life.

What are you most proud of accomplishing? My new job title and winning an award for it.

What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior? I’m allowed to be happy no matter what. I still have days where I can’t wrap my head around it but I am trying.

Did your opinion of anyone change for the better? Not really.

Did your opinion of anyone change for worse? Uh huh.

If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year? I didn’t make any for 2024.

If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year? This year I want to focus on focusing. I say this I am doing surveys when I should be working lol. But I want to try to stay off social media during the work days and only check it on my lunch breaks (this doesn’t count because I’m not on my phone ahahaha).

If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go this? Too late! But I did have a nice little weekend adventure right before the new year where I went and saw two comedians back to back and I got to talk to one of them for like 10 minutes after the show.

What do you wish for others for the coming year? Happiness, whatever that looks like.

What do you wish for yourself? Happiness, whatever that looks like.

[thenixkat]

ive got 23 chapters left and i'll be caught up on what's out of Kaiju no. 8

kaiju no 10: stop fronting and admit you like fighing just as much as me so we can kill my younger sibling

using swords is more fun than shooting things heh

imagine finding yer platonic soulmate and its a big bloodknight dragon that just wants to fight fuckers and maybe eat you too

of course yall tied a sword to yer tail. 3 swords

that;s what happens when yer fighting two fuckers and dont pay enough attention to teh support

the vice captain and no10 sacrifice their tail to win the fight kaiju no 10, after everything: Cool we beat my younger sibling. That was fun. We should fight your teammates too

the vice captain apparently shut his older brother out of his life years ago for trying to demotivate him and not supporting him

so teleportation is a thing that kaiju can do

…Mina's going to ride her pet tiger into battle against the teleporting monolith and just carry her bfg

the tiger still isnt cool. The exotic pet ownership and animal endangerment is just distracting. AT least put some armor on yer cat also yikes the legs on that tiger are janky

so kafka failed the exams for 5 years b4 Mina was able to take them. Which given he's 5 yrs older than her makes sense

but also sir you failed a test 5 years in a row and then kept trying for another 7 yrs b4 presumably aging out of being able to try until they raised the max enlistment age at the beginning of the story

and then Mina decided to be mad at Kafka for just not being able to pass and leaving her to fight monsters alone breaking his promise to always be there but like he tried for over a decade. some people arent built to join the military

and because she turned out to be talented for taking out big targets she got pushed to having to be perfect by the one the only shitty rich dad who gives everyone issues who he decides to train to be the future of the nation's defense

we just keep finding out that this asshole just traumatizing so many people for teh greater good

oh you have some talent? lets throw you onto the front lines and inform you that if you fail yer risking the lives of yer comrades and civilians

ma'am I doubt Kafka being there would have changed shit other than you'd talk to him more often. Like he would have been at the bottom teir of shit if he was an officer, they'd have his ass on support and evacuation at best if he hadn't have become a kaiju that was deemed useful local high stress career was not good for her mental health

pls dont put everything on one person's shoulders. That's a great way to break them or have them burn out young ma'am Kafka being in the Defence Force would not mean he'd be allowed to be at yer side in situations like this. Yer mad at him when you should be mad at yer superiors for putting all this pressure on you

its easier to blame Kafka than her superiors apparently

good fucking lords that tiger's anatomy is bad damn brah practice drawing animals pls

damn my guy Kafka really busting his ass to achieve his dream, rekindle his friendship with his childhood bestie, and uphold his promise to her when she just decided to use him as a scapegoat for all the pressure she's under that her superiors put on her and decided to freeze him out for not being able to meet the military's standards for enlistment even tho he tried for over a decade both of them just need to find other friends hot damn

like sometimes yer childhood bestie isnt a major badass like you and can't accomplish the thing you both want him too. Getting mad about it is kinda fucked

[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 1)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Summary:

Y/n has fallen on hard times. Due to a difficult recent breakup, she is immersed in her work and cannot cope with her condition on her own. Maria, her best friend, decides to help her recover and invites her to her party. Maybe y/n will find something there to help her get on with her life?

Rushing around the room, the girl tried to gather her thoughts so that she wouldn't forget anything necessary. Normally, packing for somewhere didn't cause her this much trouble, but today for some reason things had gone wrong from the start. Y/n decided to calm her thoughts a bit and sat down on the edge of the bed to organize the thoughts in her head. She took a few deep breaths and mouthed the entire sequence of her actions, drawing a clear line. That always helped her in situations like this. 

She decided to wear her favorite Shotgun Rider band t-shirt, a black and red checked flannel shirt, dark blue jeans and white sneakers. Looking at her reflection in the large mirror, she decided that she didn't look flashy or attract much attention. Exactly as she should. Less attention, less problems. By the age of 24 y/n had already gone through some rough patches that left an indelible mark that sometimes disrupted the normal course of her life. 

Half an hour later, y/n was still packed and ready to go to the party her best friend Maria had invited her to. Nothing fancy, just a house party for friends. Maria said she needed someone she felt comfortable enough with to keep her company and share a glass of wine. This was a party to celebrate some success Maria's husband, David, was having at work. 

When the cab pulled up outside the Harwoods' spacious house, the parking lot next to the it was filled with cars. Y/n paid the cab driver and headed for the door from behind which soft music was already blaring. The girl stopped next to the door to take a couple of breaths to calm her once again frayed nerves. For a couple seconds, she even considered running away before it was too late, before anyone saw her. Even though she had texted Maria a couple hours ago saying she was definitely coming.  "Come on y/n. You're better than that. Better than a coward running away before the last step." she said to herself.

Just as she was about to press the bell, hoping it would be heard through the music, a man with a wide smile came out to meet her, literally bumping into her because he was distracted by a conversation with someone. "Oh, sorry...I didn't..." he started to say, but y/n interrupted him. "It's no big deal. It's fine. Did you want to come out?" she smiled back at him, unable to resist the inner impulse and stepped aside a bit, letting the man pass. For a couple seconds they both stood there, unable to take their eyes off each other. The man was the first to break contact, shaking his head and still taking a step outside.  "Thanks...see you around I guess?" he said and tiredly walked away without waiting for a response.  "See ya" she said automatically and walked into the house covering the door behind her.

Walking inside, she saw a small space with a bar counter that Maria's husband usually uses as his personal space and often posts pictures from here on his Instagram. It was a cute little wood-lined corner with a small tabletop that held different types of alcohol. Y/n decided to stop here for a while and have a few drinks. Finding herself a glass, she lowered herself onto a bar stool and poured herself some of the tequila that David had once praised. Looking around, she noticed a large cutout artwork on the wall with the faces of two men. One of them was obviously David himself, but the other y/n didn't know. For some reason the face seemed vaguely familiar to her.

After a few drinks she began to drown in her own thoughts. Alcohol always comes with heavy thoughts. For y/n it always did, at least until someone kept her company. But here she knew no one but her hosts, and they had yet to be found. She began searching with her eyes among the people for the hostess or host of the party to say hello to. Finding the shining bald head in the crowd was not difficult. There he was, the host. Her friend was right there beside him, gently hugging her husband around the waist. Y/n walked over to them and put her arm around her friend. Maria hugged her and kissed her on the neck and pulled away with a smile. She was happy to see y/n at the party. To be frank, she already thought y/n wouldn't come because of everything she had been going through for the past few months.

"Y/n, there you are. Glad you decided to show up. Now this party will be at least a little more interesting" giggling a little Maria said "Ouch" came from the man standing next to her "actually the party isn't boring as it is" he said to his wife but then shifted his gaze to y/n "glad you're here" Y/n grinned and hugged Harwood. "Thank you, David. I hope Maria isn't disappointed in your party because of my appearance"  "Don't be silly, little one. You're always welcome here. Feel yourself comfortable" Maria took her friend's hand and squeezed it lightly to help y/n feel calmer.  "Hey, Dan, we have something to discuss" the man addressed someone in the crowd and kissed his wife on the cheek and left.

When she was alone with y/n, Maria offered her a glass of wine and a little chat. Y/n nodded and they headed towards the drinks bar. "How are you? I hope you've stopped worrying about that guy. We both know that he's not worth regretting the end of that relationship for so long. Especially when you remember why and how they ended" Maria was worried about her friend and you could hear it in every word she said. It had been quite some time since the y/n's last relationship, but it didn't seem to be getting any easier for the girl. "Did someone appear on the horizon that you liked? You need to stop hoping Josh will change and at least apologize for putting you through all this crap!" "It's not that simple... I've given up hoping for an apology, but I can't just, you know how the people say, move on and just start dating someone else. I'm more focused on work right now. Yes, sometimes men at work flirt with me and call me out on dates, but it's all wrong. They either want to get it all at once or they're not ready for their girlfriend to be as problematic as I am." "Come on, Y/n! You're not problematic at all. You just need the right guy. Someone who can win your trust and heart and be your motivation to get over Josh's shit." "Yeah, someone who will see me, fall in love with me until the faint of heart, say 'I'm with you till the end of the line' and we'll live happily ever after." replied y/n with a sad chuckle, taking a sip of wine. "That's exactly what will happen! You'll see. You'll just have to find the right guy" said Maria, trying to give her friend some confidence at least for a while.

There was a tense and slightly sad silence.

"Oh, by the way, how is your brother? You haven't said anything about him in a while" the woman decided to change the subject.

"Scott? Scott's doing great! Traveling the world. Doing what he loves to do. In other words, living his best life. I miss him so much, to be honest. We call each other a lot, he helps me in that times, you know. But I miss having him around. He's literally all I have. My only family." y/n said that with sad in her voice.

"Yeah... You've had a hard time. And you both deserve to be happy. And... You know that no matter what happens, you can always turn to us, right? I'll help you with advice and a friendly shoulder, and David with alcohol and a strong hand if you need it."

Of course, Maria was partly joking. But y/n really could always count on them, but never took advantage of it to avoid taking her problems onto someone else.

Often the woman had to literally forcefully pull out of y/n what was wrong, so closed off she was literally from the world.

"I know. And I thank you for that. A lot."

Meanwhile, David had gone out with his coworker and, as he liked to say, "blood brother" to the backyard. It was starting to get dusk, so it was quiet and comfortable enough to talk privately outside.

"I see you're having a good time, Dan" Harwood opened beer bottles he'd brought with him and held one out to Daniel.

"Yeah. You know the last couple months have been tough, but at least now you and I have three tag-team championships and some time to relax before we have to defend them one by one" Dan smiled and sipped a little from the bottle "cheers!"

"Cheers!" David sipped a little from his bottle as well "Just I ask you to be a little more careful. I don't want my best friend to get into any trouble that I have to get him out of later."

"It'll be fine. A couple shots, some innocent flirting that might end up in something interesting and nothing obligatory for one night. Nothing criminal. By the way, there was this girl, we met in the doorway. She had a brown hair, and she was wearing, like, a plaid shirt and a Shotgun Rider t-shirt. Who's that, do you know?"

It took David a few seconds to go over in his head the people he'd seen at the party tonight.

"No, no, no. Don't even think about it, bro. That's my wife's best friend, and she's certainly not the kind of person who would benefit from casual hookups right now. No offense" Harwood hadn't stopped shaking his head the whole time.

"Sounds like a challenge" Wheeler decided to joke, but immediately realized from his friend's reaction that the decision was clearly a bad one. He held up his hands in his defense "Okay, I get it. I'll be careful and not allow myself anything extra. But maybe you can tell me her name, she looks pretty."

"Her name is y/n" He said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it."

Next chapter

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TWISTED WONDERLAND OCS!!

I have more but these are my MAIN ones! Anyways Twisted Wonderland is such a big hyperfixation of mine, literally always on my mind!

Anyways, SEELE!! I did have a really old account dedicated to her from like 2-3 years ago, but that's since been deleted. If anyone recognizes her, hi! Its me the same person i prommy!

This is my most recent drawing of her and its also a redesign!! I didn't have problems with her old design but HHHHHH the new one looks SO much better, I love her so much more now! She doesn't really have a set age though i mainly picture her being 17 when she has long hair and then 19-23 with her short hair! That said I really ship her with almost anyone in TWST!! She's a bit eccentric but tries to hide it when she comes to Twisted Wonderland to try and fit in(it doesn't last very long since after Azul's overblot she learns the importance of loving herself and goes back to being a total weirdo LOL) anyways she tries to fit in since she used to get bullied back at Earth. Also I do imagine her hair to be longer in the first drawing and either design she wears glasses, it was just to show what she looks like with and without glasses! I also imagine her to be a lot more accessorized I just didn't feel like drawing it yet, LOL! Also when I use Seele, its typically just her, none of my other TWST ocs, however my other TWSToc's were all brought together and live in Ramshackle together!

Next is Xanthi!! Their an alien! I really dig ocs that aren't just humans since y'know, Yuu can really come from ANYWHERE!! So seeing other ocs where they step out of that human realm really inspired me, and ofc, I love aliens soooo it was perfect! I actually debated making Seele an alien in her redesign since Seele calls herself an alien all the time LOL Anyways it's Xanthi time, not Seele time! Xanthi is 17(you'll find that most of my Yuu's are 17) and they escaped from area 51 LMAOOOOO. They can glamour themself to look human but obviously, there are limitations! They can't change Their eye color or strange pupils, and their tongue and blood color can't change. They loves mischief and causing chaos, if they aren't the one causing chaos then it finds them. They have a huge fascination with humans and have observed them for a bit, though they still struggle with a LOT of human stuff. Although, they're REALLY good at anything technology related! Anyways, if you're a human, chances are Xanthi will just SIT there and stare at you! I ship them with the Heartslabyul crew! I gotta draw them with Riddle since I just KNOW they'd get on Riddle's nerves. And Ace and Deuce would probably be even more protective after finding out that Xanthi is a clueless alien, although Xanthi would also piss them off too LMAOOOO (Also I'd probably mute their colors a little but oh well LOL)

Next is Maggie!! Much like with Seele I don't have a set age for her(in order to ship her with Leona! She's shipped with the Savanaclaw cast!) So 17-19 is the range I have set for Maggie! Although, she also doesn't change as much as Seele does in that time. Maggie is very laid back and chill, she also very loyal to her friends and looks out for them, and she doesn't hide it, she doesn't feel a need to. If she loves and cares about someone, then she should show it, in order to let that person know that they ARE loved! Platonically at least, Maggie's a mess when it comes to romantic feelings. Anyways Maggie is pretty independent, she doesn't really like relying on others and she can hold herself fine on her own. She's stubborn and refuses to ask for help. She doesn't take her studies very seriously, especially in the beginning since she just figures they'll all get sent home soon, however, she ends up feeling bad when her grades impact the others and starts working hard(Honestly, I can see her making that deal with Azul LMAO) Anyways, she's really protective and loyal to her friends and worries about others easily. She prefers to wear baggy clothes and does NOT follow the school's uniform regulations LOLOL

Next is Quincy!! She's a sweet 17 year old! She loves and cares about her friends deeply and gets attached easily. That said, she's got a mischievous streak to her name! Don't get it twisted, she's still extremely kind, but she ADORES horror and enjoys playing harmless little pranks on her friends. She likes to give her friends a little scare here and there. She doesn't show this side until WAY later into the friendship either and it comes suddenly. Maggie in Particular is creeped out by and worries for Quincy, and Quincy LOVES it! She's aware that she gives off a innocent impression, she's been told it so many times and she uses that to her advantage for a bit, she eventually comes clean with her pranks, she always does. She's a big fan of baking, and eating in general, literally adores going to the Monstro Lounge when she can afford it. I ship her with the Octavinelle cast!! She also always holds her arms up like that(Funnily enough, it's a bit of a habit I have too, and I just realized it fits with her whole bunny scheme too!) She has a bit of a lisp with her buck teeth, that she's grown to accept over the years. I didn't really know what to do for her second drawing my baaaad LOL

Next Is Scarlett!! Scarlett is a sweet and energetic 17 year old as well! She gets along really well with Peony AND Quincy, all three sharing a love for horror! Much like with Seele, Scarlett typically wears glasses and USUALLY has some kind of wound on them LOL! They're really reckless AND clumsy so not a good combo for staying unscathed. I ship her with the Scarabia cast, poor Jamil...Sorry for doing this to you(Seele isn't much better LMAO) Scarlett loves ART!! She loves CREATING!!! It's the ONE thing she can stay focused on(Other then watching horror videos, and even then she STILL gets distracted) You look away from her from 10 seconds and she's missing because she got distracted by something and HAD to go see what it was. That said she REALLY struggles with school work but she tries super hard, especially now that she knows that its not just her grades at risk. Feels bad when she becomes aware she stresses others out and causes them trouble. Can't cook to save her life, she tries(esp in culinary crucible) But hey, her cooking is probably more edible then Lillia's at least, so it's not the worst!

Next is Lorelai!! Oh my sweet Lorelai, my precious baby!! T-T she's an insecure 17 year old who's also very kind. Her dream is to be a lifeless doll, she knows it's a bit morbid, but she thinks dolls are pretty and if she were a doll that'd mean she's pretty too! She's VERY insecure about herself, which causes her to do some pretty harmful things to her body. Lorelai loves sewing and designing outfits, and all of her outfit's were made by her! She's very talented but does not think so, her parents are NOT supportive of her hobbies and want her to get a "real job"(like they ain't wearing clothes, stfu fr fr) Oh! I also ship her with the Pomefiore cast, I was listening to music and thought "I Know You" By Faye Webster fit her relationship with Vil ToT! She loves horror and it definitely doesn't help with her morbid thoughts of what she wants to do to herself. She's also a huge fan a romance but doesn't think she's capable of giving OR receiving love! Rook is a fucking whiplash to her, completely goes against everything she's ever thought(Sorry I love Pomefiore sm)

Next is Renae!! Renae is 18 years old and as the trend has been going, I ship her with Idia. They def game together! Renae was a popular streamer back on Earth(not that she remembers since y'know, memory loss!) She has a bit of a nerdy appearance but they love alt fashion a lot and would wear it when streaming. Since coming to Twisted Wonderland, it's kind of stopped as they don't have enough money to buy alt clothes, they don't see a point with the uniforms, and she cant commission someone since lack of money again. Their glasses are just reading glasses, so they're not on her all the time. She also does NOT know how to tie a tie LOL She's pretty laid back and does not care about a lot of things. Oh Ramshackle is falling apart? That's fine. They haven't eaten in three days? that's okay, more food for the others and more money saved. Much like with Xanthi, she's also tech savvy, not as much as Xanthi though LOL!

Next is Shiro!! She's 17 LOL and I was SOOOOO creative with the name/sar She's inspired off of shiro lolita fashion so I kinda just made her name Shiro LOLOL Anyways! She's a very smart an hardworking individual who loves to learn all about different things, she knows numerous strange facts and could go on long rambles about anything really! She also gets along well with Quincy, Lorelai, and Scarlett(mainly Lorelai though as they share SIMILAR aesthetics and Shiro likes to try to include Lorelai and make Lorelai feel wanted) as Shiro is also a horror fan and knows a lot of interesting facts about death. She's good at keeping a calm and level headed persona, but she's actually such a mess, if you compliment her she will excuse herself and start freaking out. She does not handle stressful situations well, no matter how calm she may look. She's also a bit upset that she's seen as someone to rely on in these situations since now she feels she can't rely on anyone, although she knows its also to be expected with the persona she puts up. Anyways I ship her with the Diasomnia cast!

Next is Raine!! She's 17 and an enigma LMAOOO Her hair works with the magic of my pen fr fr! She's mysterious and prefers to stay that way, never opening up to anyone. She has a strong sense of justice and sticks to her morals, that said when she see's someone in need of help, Raine is likely the first person to rush in and help them! I ship her with Rollo, Neige, Chenya, and Najma(I personally have always seen Najma as 16 as her official age hasn't been revealed yet) Raine loves flower language and studying herbs. Honestly, probably huge on crystals and other witch stuff! She has a bit of a playful side to her, pulling pranks and carrying on with a bit that she's actually a witch, which she refuses to let up(she's not actually a witch but some of the other Ramshackle residents genuinely don't know what to believe) A lot of people believe shes mature because of the way she holds herself but she is NOT!! She is just a silly THING!!

And finally is Ines!! She's like the only adult adult twst oc I have, with her being 26 years old! That said she feels a little out of place being taken to twisted wonderland and having to go to school, but she also spends a lot of time reminiscing on her school days. She's like a mom for the others(excluding Seele), although she also talks like a grandmother LOL! She used to have a bit of a mischievous streak to her name when she was younger and it still shows to this day, with her piercing and her hair still being platinum blonde at the ends! I ship her with Divus, Sam, and Fellow!(Crowley doesn't get love, I hate him >:3) She doesn't really understand the girls, but she supports them and their weirdness! She looks at them and see's a bit of herself in some of them(Renae and Lorelai mostly) Anyways, she actually has fun at the school, she doesn't dread it cause it's something new like the other do, rather she feels refreshed by the new topics, it'd be boring if she had to do the same lessons all over again!

[skiplo-wave]

I don't know if there is anything that I can do. I am so frustrated. I hate bringing this to you but I don't have anyone else.

Skip, my cousin died a few years ago. Her death was contributed to weight loss surgery and alcohol. My friend - I'm gonna call her Ashley - got weight loss surgery last year. I begged her, like I mean I begged her in tears not too. She was even that big! The doctors knew it which is why her insurance didn't approve her. She claimed she tried everything to loose weight. So she had someone help her pay for her surgery. Fast forward to a year later, everything that she is experiencing right now, it's like watching my cousin all over again.

She can't keep food down.

She can't stop losing weight.

She's having heart and blood pressure issues.

The doctors have said, "Well I think you have a certain food intolerance" which I knew was bullshit from the beginning. That's what they always say. She tried cutting certain things out of her diet. It still didn't work. And she's DRINKING ALCOHOL on top of it. They do no recommend you drink at all after having weight loss surgery. Right now, she looks like a walking skeleton. She doesn't look like herself. She doesn't look like a 20+ year old woman. She looks like she aged 30 maybe 40 years. I tried telling her. People have tried telling her. DOCTORS have tried telling her. I am going to end up losing my best friend :'( My cousin went through all of this to the point that she ended up busting her stomach from throwing up so much and the alcohol was extending her new stomach. She almost did then BUT she continued to drink. The doctor told her that these weight loss surgeries shortens your life. He gave her 10 years. It's bullshit when they say "It's rare for complications to occur with weight loss surgery."

Again BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT AND MORE BULLSHIT!

I lost my cousin to weight loss surgery.

My family lost a close family-friend to weight loss surgery.

My older elementary school died after having weight loss surgery.

My sisters mother-in-law died after weight loss surgery.

They all died within 10 years after receiving it just like the doctor warned. And after you have that surgery, you have to watch extending the new stomach which means you can't eat enough to get the right nutrition your body needs and you can't ever get enough water to stay properly hydrated. So when you are adding alcohol on top of it, your organs are gonna fuck up.

I feel like EVERYONE around my friend failed her. Even though I tried talking her out of it, I feel like I still failed. Society plays a factor too. This world has failed people into thinking that there is only ONE NORMAL BODY TYPE. This girl did not need the weight loss surgery and the doctors knew it. It's like that woman from YouTube, Venus, the living doll girl who lives in Japan. She was so skinny and she went out of the country to get that weight loss surgery. She almost died too and it's no telling where she'll be 5 years from now.

Sorry reposoding to this late and very sorry of your loss!

Your friend really needs counicling. I'm not sure if that'll help because first step of getting help is admitting it.

At same time, you done all you can do. If you need draw line then you do that. Painful as that may be

[millieindeed]

Hah, haven't done this in a while. Tagged by @notabuddhist

Ages ago admittedly, but then I lost the tab in my pile of tabs.

1. are you named after anyone?

Yep! A few people actually. Millicent comes from my great auntie Millicent. A ferocious and seriously impressive lady. I only met her a few times due to being several continents apart, but she always amazed me. I'm somewhat also named after Millicent from Ozy and Millie, the excellent comic by Dana Simpson.

My middle name Alice also comes from my Grandma. It's actually her first name though she typically goes by her middle name. Plus I like the association to a good friend and to she of Alice in Wonderland.

2. when was the last time you cried?

I think about a week ago? I've been rereading the exceptional Old Addictions Die Hard by @logjammer9000 and there are quite a few parts that made me sob. Indeed a big part of why I started my third reread is the most recent chapter included a character death that had me absolutely sobbing. She knows exactly how to destroy me it seems.

3. do you have kids?

No, but I'd love to. It's gotten harder (being trans is a complicating factor), and I often worry that I won't get a chance, but I really would love to be a Mum. On the plus side my sister is interested in having kids and I would be pretty happy to be a cool aunt to them.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Hm. I don't think so. I think I did when I was younger, as I seem to remember having that as a reputation? but can't recall specifically.

5. what sports do you play / have you played?

Tennis and Basket Ball. I think the tennis was mostly just learning not matches, but it was outside school so I think it counts. The basketball was matches, and our team were....not amazing. But I really enjoyed it and it was crazy how much better I was at it than people who didn't play (crazy to me because I assumed I was bad) when I tried it out later.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

Hrm. I'm not sure there's like, a body part or w/ever I go to consistently. It's mostly just 'do they have any distinguishing looks that make them look a bit queer', otherwise my attention often doesn't last long. Y'know, cool jacket, tattoos, pins, coloured hair, that sort of thing.

7. what's your eye colour?

Brown. I used to dislike that cause it was 'boring' and 'normal' but I think it's a fairly nice shade.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Yup! Love scary movies, all about that. Love happy endings too, big sap for stories where things are just, nice. Doesn't even necessarily need stakes some of the time.

9. any special talents?

I'm bad at complimenting myself so I sorta just don't think I'm good at anything? I'm a bit of a jack of all trades and can pick things up pretty quickly. And generally do them reasonably well when I get a chance to figure it out. I can be really good at retaining instructions and then teaching others (was complimented on this recently so I can ignore the internal criticism).

I also think I'm pretty good with people. Listening to them and empathising when needed. I've been told I have capybara energy which I think is pretty special.

10. where were you born?

Misread this as 'were you born' and was wondering why Macbeth was fishing for information.

I was born in Arica, in Chile. I have few memories from there, mostly from when I revisited at age 5. We left after about 2 years.

11. what are your hobbies?

haaaah. Well. All of them.

I draw and paint; I crochet and knit; I like building models; I do puzzles; I game; I run & rock climb; I write; I like making things in general regardless of medium; I paint miniatures; I make games; I play TTRPGs (mostly D&D).

Not all the time, but those are hobbies I like and where I haven't done them in a while I intend to return to them when the mood takes me.

12. do you have any pets.

Yes! I have an absolutely adorable cat named Kita. She's a princess and meows a LOT and likes to sit on my chest while I work.

I also just recently got a puppy! His name is Ozy (officially Ozymandias King-of-Kings). He's a bit of a terror at the moment due to the puppy madness, but I adore him. He's the softest and cuddliest thing you've ever seen and when not mad, he's a pretty chill and snoozy guy. Also real smart, it's a danger.

13. how tall are you?

Last I measured I was 5'11. That was before the hormones though, so it's possible I'm shorter now.

14. favourite subject in school?

I loved anything that let me be creative. I got a lot out of creative writing, photography, painting etc. Sadly didn't really pursue many into the later parts of schooling as I went with the uni required English Lit which wasn't creative and was just reading and analysing which I didn't like. Some good teachers tho. I also loved Programming (the class had a few names) and was pretty decent at it. Also what I do now for a living.

15. dream job?

Ahhh, I'm currently struggling with this personally! I don't really know. The work I do is...fine. It pays well and keeps me engaged at least some of the time. I was liking it more because I got them to give me a 4 day week. But I found the income hit hard and am back on 5 days and hating it.

I think my current dream would be to run a Bookshop/Event Space. Somewhere fairly cosy with room to host like queer community events, or D&D games or that sort of thing.

That or some kind of artist/writer.

[fenmere]

"This is going to be one hell of a story," I say, looking down at her. "Lead the way."

She looks nervous and uncertain about what to do.

"I figure that since you're the one coming back in time, you're the one with the knowledge about what we need to do right now," I explain. "And, if you are somehow really me, though that seems dubious, you'll know that I'm going to be thinking that way, right?"

She nods hesitantly, then gestures for me to follow.

My vessel is 5'10. It used to be 5'11", but estradiol is magic and we shrank. But it seems unlikely that we'll keep shrinking to the 5'7" or so she seems to be. And while HRT has made us look a bit younger, shaving about 20 years or more off our apparent age is definitely a daydream at best. Our twenties were a whole three genders and a couple million headmates ago, so this girl isn't us from the past, either.

But nobody outside our system knows that phrase. It's not even in English. It's in Fenekere, our first conlang, that nobody else ever bothered learning, because it's too big and complex to learn. And hardly anyone knows it exists, because conlangs aren't that popular.

Maybe this is time travel like in Quantum Leap, where she's sent her consciousness back into the body of someone who already exists here. We've already suspected something like that was responsible for the formation of our system. We've had enough deja vu and prophetic dreams, it's why we came up with the pass phrase in the first place.

But is she just one of us? Or the whole system? Or what?

I've decided to let this be an adventure and allow our interloper here explain herself in her own time.

Of course, she leads us to a coffee shop and then gets upset when they don't have any almond poppyseed muffins. That's my thing, specifically, so maybe she's me, or trying to signal that she's me, whether or not she is.

Finally, sitting down in a quiet corner with our drinks, she looks intently at me.

Honestly, she looks like our cousin, which is something a lot of us had always wanted. Skinny, dark brown hair, and a face that seems to have never grown a beard.

Others of us have had different, even less possible goals.

"How does this work?" I ask.

She shrugs, shakes her head, and takes a drink of her decaf grande mocha with no whip.

"I don't understand," I say. "Are you me? Or, one of us? How many of you are there? And how are our vessels so different now?"

She holds up a hand, looking apologetic.

I nod.

She's lost her words. That's a clue. It maybe starts to click for me, and I squint at her.

She smiles, and then pats her pockets and looks around.

I pull out our phone and slide it to her, starting to actually feel excited.

She reflexively tries her thumb print to open it, which doesn't work, so she then thoughtlessly enters the correct pin. Boomboomboomboomboomboom. Six numbers rapidly entered with her thumb.

Then she opens up notepad and types a couple sentences and pushes it back to me:

I'm Jenifer.

I'm from the present.

Project Open Door was a success.

I look down at the phone, then up at her, then down at the phone again. Then up at her again.

She smirks.

I feel a surge of emotions and jostling as nearly everyone in the system tries to rush forward to talk to our eldest girl. She doesn't look like how we've been drawing her, but she looks just like how we actually see her while inworld. How she sees herself in dreamland mirrors.

It's amazing.

I manage to keep control, and stammer out, "B-but... Wait. OK. That vessel. That's you?"

She grins and nods.

"So, what happens if I leave through the gateway?" I ask.

She gestures for the phone and I slide it to her, and she types out:

It's time to do that. We have work to do.

"What will I look like?" I ask. "Where's the exit? Where do we come out?"

Find out. Meet me out here. Bring Gnargrim and the others.

"What about this body? How do I leave it? I don't-"

"Fenmere!" she speaks for the second time since I've seen her outside our vessel today. Her voice is firm and stern. She taps the phone.

Hurry up, it's time.

The phrase, but in English.

We'd never imagined Project Open Door would work at all. We'd thought time travel would be more likely. We'd thought, at best, we'd be able to peak into the realm between psyches, whatever that might be.

"Hurry up, it's time," had been chosen as a joke. For time travel. A reference to a drug trip sequence from a cute online game we used to play.

But now, Jenifer is using it to push me to do the scariest thing I can possibly imagine.

Show the world what I really am.

Years ago you came up with a nonsensical code phrase that you would use if you ever went back in time and needed to convince yourself of who you were. You never wrote it down or told anyone what it was. Today a young woman you’ve never met walks up to you on the sidewalk and speaks the phrase.