#I apologise for any typos

[pfhwrittes]

you ever think about how price probably comes back off leave with his sweetheart with a telltale ginger moustache? because i damn well do.

(some 18+ john price x female reader thoughts under the cut)

like straight up cancel your plans and call in sick from work for the first two days john comes home because he is face down in your pussy from the moment he walks through the door. he’s dragging you to the bedroom and laying you out like a private meal on your shared bed (it used to be that he’d drop to his knees in front of the sofa and ask you to cradle this head with your thighs, but his knees aren’t what they used to be much to his eternal annoyance).

he doesn’t give a shit if you haven’t waxed/shaved/naired/whatever recently, in fact he’s delighted because he’s been trying to get you to embrace the bush for ages. forget trying to argue your case to “tidy up”, he’s been thinking about your pussy in every possible iteration for the last 3 days. he absolutely refuses to let you take it away from him now.

also i’d love to tell you that he calms down after spending two days making you come on his tongue (rip to your poor inner thighs and mons, that beard burn is no joke) but no. he’s waking you up every morning with his head buried between your thighs, he’ll coax you into riding his face as soon as you get home from work, he makes it his mission to get you to come on his face at least once a night before you roll over to go to sleep. (privately, you worry that john loves your pussy more than he loves you. but you can’t exactly complain about your partner spending hours a day going down on you to your friends without sounding like you’re utterly spoiled.)

anyway, all of this to say that when john’s leave is finally over and he’s back on base debriefing his team on the next threat to “world peace”, they’re all staring at his beard which has gone from it’s usual brunette to a bright fiery ginger around his mouth.

and if one of the lads (soap) makes a comment on it, he’ll get a smug, self satisfied glint in his eye as he tells them that he “had to give the missus my best” before moving on.

[lost-in-fandoms]

from this for @91finewalls94. this grew a life of its own, i don't know what happened!

to steal my heart tonight

"It is fucking itchy!"

"Stop complaining and get on with it, Max."

GP's voice is tinny through the earpiece Max is wearing, carefully disguised as an earring, but there's no mistaking his stern tone. Max has heard it enough times to probably be able to dream about it. She probably has already.

"I still don't know why Alex couldn't do this!" she complains, one last time, just for show. She's already walking towards the doors of the mansion, smiling at the disinterested bodyguard at the door hoping nobody can see the way she's gritting her teeth at the uncomfortable feeling of having to walk on heels.

She doesn't get an answer, but she knows what it would be. Apparently, she's exactly the millionaire's daughter's type. Lucky her. Can't wait to spend a couple hours flirting with someone just to be able to get her fingerprints for the access to the vault!

At least the food looks great. She's not allowed to drink, even if she does accept some champagne for show, but she ignores GP's pointed huff and eats two canapes. Perfectly flaky and butter, better than whatever sandwiches they will be eating in the van. Take that, Alex!

She still contemplating the option of licking her fingers in a ballroom full of fancy rich people, when her eyes lock in on the figure of the woman she's supposed to be charming tonight, entering the room in a gorgeous red dress.

And yeah, Max can admit Daniel is beautiful. She has perfect curls and a perfect smile and wide brown eyes, and if this was an anonymous club somewhere in the city, Max would probably try to hit on her out of her own free will. But she doesn't like being stuffed in a dress, with way too much cleavage, and being told to flirt. She used to be paid to hit people, not to charm them! Where has society ended up to?

She catches the movement of Daniel's head just in time to turn around, letting her eyes glide over her back, hearing the crackle of the earpiece just a second before GP start talking.

"Okay, she has seen you and she's walking your way. Please, Max, try to act properly this time."

"If you don't know what to say, just bend over and show her your boo..." Alex's comment gets cut off, as GP probably shoves him away from the radio. Max burns with the repressed desire to talk back.

She follows Daniel's movements through the room from the corner of her eye, always pretending to be looking somewhere else, so she's not surprised when a hand lands gently on her arm, but she still pretends to be.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you!" Daniel's voice is bright, carrying a smile in every syllable, and suddenly Max's task feels a little easier.

--

Talking to Daniel is easy. Dancing with her, even if it's a stupid waltz, both of them giggling and stumbling along, is even easier. Getting her fingerprints is a child's play. Leaving her, though.

If Max wasn't working, she would be asking Daniel to go home with her. Or well, for Daniel to take her upstairs in one of the many bedrooms this big ass house has, and let Max eat her out until she cries.

But she's working, and she's damn good at her job, so when Daniel is being whisked away by someone else, she discreetly makes her way towards one of the garden doors and slips away.

As soon as she's out of view, she slips her heels off, stuffing them in a bush. Better being barefoot and risking to impale herself on a rusty nail than taking one more step in those things. And why the hell did she have to wear a fucking thong? Never again.

"Next job, Alex is wearing the thong," she mutters as she slinks through the shadows, taking the long way around to the other side of the house.

"And I'll look great in it!"

Max can almost hear GP rubbing his forehead in frustration.

"Can you spot the right window?" he asks, as if Max is a rookie or something.

"Yeah, GP, I can spot the right window," she grumbles, as she tries to make her dress stay in a position that won't make her fall to the ground while she's climbing the pergola.

Well, if anyone comes around, she will have bigger problems than someone seeing her ass in a thong.

She's sweating a little when she finally reaches the window Alex had left unlocked earlier in the day, when he had been in the house under the guise of a catering person, but she hauls herself in without a sound, landing on plush carpet.

Now, she only has to walk through the hallway and get to the vault, get the documents they need and get out of there.

And never see Daniel again.

She refuses to think about the tug in her chest at the thought.

"Hallway is clear," GP's voice is quiet but sure, and Max doesn't question it, opening the room's door and walking into the hallway. The vault's room is just three doors down, and she makes her way there quickly, knowing she won't have much time to pick the lock and then work the vault before security makes the rounds.

She's already taking pins out of her air and getting them into the lock when her earpiece crackles again.

"Max? What are you waiting for?"

"I am at the door, what do you mean?" she asks, still working away, willing her hands to stay steady even as her nerves pick up.

"I don't see you." Ice runs in her veins, her instinct flaring even before her brain can catch up with the implications of GP's words. "We don't have cameras! Max get out."

The lock gives exactly as GP finishes speaking and Max swings the door open.

A second later, there's a gun pointed at her forehead.

"Hello, Maxy," Daniel smiles. Her red dress looks bloody in the shadowy room. "And here I was, thinking we had something."

Max stands very very still. Her earpiece crackles again, but no words come through. She doesn't know if it's because GP thought better than to speak in this moment or if Daniel has taken control of that too.

Max knows she's fucked. She doesn't know why Daniel is standing here with a gun instead of calling for security, but she knows it won't be long before she's either shot or taken down in some other way. Her heart is a terrified bird in her chest. Her hands don't shake.

"What are you doing, Daniel?" she asks, as if they were still downstairs eating canapes, instead of in a dark office, a loaded gun between them.

Daniel is still smiling. There's something hungry about her that she had been concealing before.

"Max," GP's voice is very quiet and very steady, "we think she's trying to steal them too. Either for herself or someone else. You can still work this."

Max takes a step forward.

The gun is now a cold touch against her forehead, but she ignores it, reaching forward to brush her hands against Daniel's clothed hips, feeling herself smile.

"I really like this dress," she says, voice low, letting her rasp come through. She can see Daniel's confusion clear as day, but the gun stays steady.

"Are you going to say it would look better on the floor?" Daniel raises one perfect eyebrow, but her smile changes, a different kind of hunger in it.

"You can keep it on if you'd like, I can work around it."

This makes Daniel laugh, the usual big, loud sound tamped down.

"What are you doing, Maxy?" she asks.

The gun is on Max's left temple now, shifted with Daniel's curiosity, as her arm bends and she lets herself be pulled closer.

"Hopefully, kissing you."

"Guns to your head turn you on? Naughty."

The gun is now to the side of her head, Daniel's arm bent awkwardly as their chests brush.

For a wild moment, Max considers kissing Daniel for real. Considers discarding the gun, forgetting about the documents and finding a free bedroom. For a wild moment, she considers giving in and letting her heart be soft, just this once.

Then she twists her body, knocks Daniel's hand away, takes hold of the gun and points it back at her in the span of one soundless breath.

Daniel blinks back at her, fear flickering for a moment through her surprise, followed by what Max would read as hurt if she was more foolish.

"I'm sorry," she still finds herself saying, softer than she probably should, "I would have loved making you come."

Daniel's mouth opens again, but Max can see her muscles coiling and she's not giving her the chance to be the first person to make her fail at her job.

"I hope I don't give you brain damage," she says, still way too apologetic. And then she hits her over the head with her own gun, catching her before she can crumple on the ground.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

As promised, an update now that both Bug and Bunny are safely back home from the vet. Turns out there's honestly not much to tell you. Bunny thankfully didn't end up having any more episodes or showing any worrying behaviours, and after checking everything over a second time, they're almost certain that the lizard or snake that she ate part of, was what caused the seizure in the first place. Something I honestly didn't know was possible, despite being aware that some reptiles are toxic for cats, but I guess you learn something new everyday.

Bug was his usual menace self while at the vet, and even attempted to make a move on an elderly cat that they were watching for the night, despite no longer possessing the necessary parts to actually do anything about his infatuation. Apparently she proceeded to give him a thorough enough verbal dressing down, with a few additional educational swats just for his sheer audacity, that he ended up sulking the rest of her stay. He went right back to being his usual dramatic yelling self soon after, and made sure to inform everyone of his ill fated would be romance on the train ride back home.

They've both since settled down for a well earned nap after the stress of the strip and the tiring ordeal of removing the scent of the vet from each other.

As an apology for my being such an insufferable stress head throughout this whole thing, please enjoy four straight minutes of the fluffballs noisily grooming each other after arriving home. Once again I apologise for the irritating screaming of my aircon, there's nothing I can do to fix it.

Enjoy 🖤

[cusnckanckam]

Is this seat taken? | Dottochi

Very short but this thought has been living in my head rent-free for a while now and I finally had time to write it out.

PROMPT Tartaglia, pointing: May I sit there? Dottore: That's my lap. Tartaglia: That doesn't answer my question, Dottore.

----

This meeting was, for lack of a better term, absolutely boring. It was supposed to be a quick gathering of the Harbingers - those were never quick, Childe knew that, but he had not anticipated this one to go on for over three hours. Most members weren’t even paying attention anymore when Pantalone and Capitano started talking about something Childe didn’t bother to even try to understand. At some point, Columbina had began to sing softly.

At that point, he decided to just give up and resign himself. If he got up now and left, he’d get scolded for leaving without being dismissed when the meeting was still going. Which it wasn’t, really. He was sure those who were talking, were not talking business at the moment.

Bored out of his mind, he did eventually stand up. But he did not leave the room. Oh no. Instead, he walked over to where Dottore was sitting, busy fiddling with some sort of small machine. When had he even pulled that one out? No matter. Tartaglia stood in front of the Second Harbinger, staring at him.

“Is this seat taken?”

The Doctor stopped whatever he was doing and looked up at  the youngest Harbinger. His mask was hiding his expression but Childe guessed he was either arching a brow at him or looking entirely unimpressed as he spoke. “That’s my lap.”

“Yeah, I know. That doesn’t answer my question though, Dottore.” 

Silence. The other was probably thinking of ways to eliminate Childe where he stood. But could he blame him for wanting some fun? Granted, he should have picked someone less high-ranking but... no risk no fun, right?

After what felt like hours (it was maybe 20 seconds), Dottore but the little machine down onto the large table and chuckled. Much to Childe’s surprise, the Doctor leaned back in his seat, grinning smugly.

“Go on then.”

Okay. He had not seen that coming. Now he couldn’t just go back to his own seat. He brought this upon himself. Well. He’s been through worse.

Trying to be as nonchalant as he could muster, Childe actually did make himself comfortable on Dottore’s lab, back against his chest. He was... surprisingly comfortable. Using Childe’s shoulder as he chin rest, Dottore peeked past him at the table and picked his weird little machine back up. 

“What’cha even working on there?” “I doubt you’d understand the details...” Dottore paused for a couple of seconds. “So let’s say it’s like a little carrier pigeon but 10 times more deadly. And it doesn’t deliver letters.”

“Right.” He left it at that and watched the Doctor fiddle away, unaware of how the other Harbingers had noticed he had left his seat. Pantalone had only chuckled before resuming his talk with Capitano. Arlecchino was staring in disbelief.

At least watching Dottore work closeup was more interesting than listening to talks about economy.

[vessuna]

@origami-assassin asked:

"I'm curious ~ Is he really all bad? Living with a parasite can be adventurous at the best of times."

          " in terms of  ' living with ' ...  i guess it could be worse ,  he can't really do anything as we are right now .  i hope he's bored to death in here , "  yuuji gently knocks at the side of his head as he speaks ,  followed by a shrug of his shoulders .  " but he did kill me .  brutally ,  too !  it really hurt .  and fushiguro had t' watch it happen ...  maybe he's not that bad while he's contained ,  but he's a total nutcase !! "

          and doesn't keep his thoughts to himself sometimes ,  too .  yuuji thinks back to after junpei's passing ...  and for a moment he looks weary ,  before he tries to hide it with a happier expression .   " though ...  if i hadn't swallowed his finger ,  i wouldn't be training to be a jujutsu sorcerer !  and i wouldn't have met so many amazing people ,  so i guess you're right about the adventurous part ~ ! "

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 195

Adjective: Cloistered

Noun: Crown

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Cloistered: having or enclosed by a cloister, as in a monastery; kept away from the outside world; sheltered

Crown: a circular ornamental headdress worn by a monarch as a symbol of authority, usually made of or decorated with precious metals and jewels; the reigning monarch, representing a country's government; an ornament, emblem, or badge shaped like a crown; a wreath of leaves or flowers, especially that worn as an emblem of victory in ancient Greece or Rome; an award or distinction gained by a victory or achievement, especially in sports; the top or highest part of something; the top part of a person's head or a hat; the part of a plant just above and below the ground from which the roots and shoots branch out; the upper branching or spreading part of a tree or other plant; the upper part of a cut gem, above the girdle; the point of an anchor at which the arms reach the shaft; the part of a tooth projecting from the gum; an artificial replacement or covering for the upper part of a tooth; a British coin with a face value of five shillings or 25 pence, now minted only for commemorative purposes; a foreign coin with a name meaning ‘crown,’ especially the krona or krone; a paper size, now standardized at 384 × 504 mm; a book size, now standardized at 186 × 123 mm; a book size, now standardized at 246 × 189 mm

[sewi-li-suwi]

yo prev that's so insightful now kiss me with tongue

[tinderbox-of-a-heart]

Hi @spacerangersam, the only reason I can think that anyone would mark the West Midlands as Wales is that at various points in early medieval history (to my limited knowledge), there was some back and forth as to where within that bit of modern day England was owned by Wales (ever heard of the Canu Heledd? the kingdom of Pengwern certainly stretched into what we'd now consider England), or whether that bit of England belonged to the Anglo-Saxons.

There are some maps depicting Herefordshire as a part of Wales, but almost all maps of medieval Wales have been produced in modern times rather than at the time, or at the very least no early medieval maps of Wales survive. According to the National Library of Wales website, 'the oldest surviving geographical record of Wales' is the Prima Europe tabula, a 15th century copy of a 2nd century map of Britain and Ireland, but the notion that this certain map could reflect some sort of Kingdoms of Wales versus Anglo-Saxon land disputes seems unlikely, unless the creators of this map had based it on some very niche modern source material - even then, Wales would be divided up into many smaller kingdoms, as would be the case for England, and thus (you'd hope) it would seem glaringly obvious that these were not modern borders.

The next question is - Is looking for a source material of antiquity a waste of time? very potentially. However, according once again to the NLW (National Library of Wales), the next oldest surviving map of Wales, the c1560-70s Cambriae Typus, is 'the first printed map to show Wales as a separate region' which has markedly similar borders to the Italian map than it does to modern maps of Wales, and is notable as Humphrey Llwyd 'focused on creating a historical and cultural map rather than portraying the contemporary political situation'.

The NLW suggests that the drawn border of the River Severn is erroneous rather than accurate - indeed the drawn borders would suggest that Ludlow was culturally Welsh, something that was already a point of contention during the 16th Century, as that's where the English government for Wales (the Council of Wales) was based. It also, however, displays the Malverns, Herefordshire in its entirety and nearly all of Shropshire as markedly culturally Welsh. It wouldn't be far fetched to assume that this in many regards is testament to their long legacy as part of the Welsh Marches, as this would certainly be culturally significant to a 16th century cartographer, who would have been a teenager when the Laws in Wales acts were finalised in 1542. It also brings to mind questions as to whether Welsh speaking communities in Herefordshire were considered Welsh not only for cultural and linguistic unity but also for shared legal oppression both from the English and under the tumultuous Marcher Lordships.

At any rate it's certainly a very odd possibility that this very old map could've been the source material for this very strange map. Sorry that my ramblings have no actual conclusion other than essentially "wouldn't it be cool if this is why?" especially since it does have some historical and cultural basis lol. If anyone has anything to add on to what I've got here or correct any of my information I'd be honoured!

BEAR IN MIND PLEASE: this is not essay quality material!! this is the conclusion of a few hours on google and synthesis of several years of WJEC Welsh History lessons. please take everything I say with a grain of salt as I am not a qualified historian, these are just my rambles for fun.

anyway soapbox over :)

The UK, as seen by an Italian school textbook.

[agi-ppangx]

low battery (han jisung x gn!reader)

no warnings, fluff/comfort, just two lovers comforting each other after a long evening; 0.5k words

author's note: this was requested by my lovely green, i hope you'll like it although its not my best work<3 also its not proofread so i apologise for any mistakes and typos🫡 please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

“baby?” jisung called out as soon as he heard the door open, followed by your heavy sigh. you remained silent as you took off your shoes, happy that you don’t have to wear them anymore that day. dropping your bag on the floor you dragged your feet to the living room where jisung was laying on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders as some anime was playing quietly in the background. 

“hi,” you muttered, giving him a little peck on the forehead, and decided to grab some water from the fridge. “i thought you were supposed to go out with the boys tonight?” 

he sighed at your words, pausing the show. “i joined them for a while, but they invited their girlfriends and it felt too crowded after a while.” 

“did you at least have fun?” 

“i mean, yeah, we went to that new restaurant down the street. i have to take you there sometime, the food was amazing,” he responded with a small smile and you mirrored it. “i had to give up karaoke though.” 

you let out a little mhm, sitting down next to him and hugging him. for a moment it was silent between the two of you, you didn’t really know what to say more, you knew exactly how he felt after the night out.

“how about you? how was the dinner?” jisung broke the silence. 

“boring, tiring… do i have to say more?” you whined, taking a sip of your water. you put the bottle on the coffee table in front of you and without a word laid down, placing your head on jisung’s lap. “my boss was so annoying, he kept making those weird jokes about dogs. he was so drunk, you wouldn’t believe it,” you giggled as you recalled your memories from a few hours ago. he laughed at your words, trying to imagine your boss in that state and soon after the comfortable silence once again settled between you two. 

when jisung and you started dating you were afraid he’s gonna think you’re weird for being so tired after nights out. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, but social interactions simply exhausted you. as a kid your family used to make fun of you for wanting to leave any types of family parties, thinking that your weariness was a sign of disrespect. that’s why when jisung happened to not only understand you perfectly in that matter, but also feel the same, you were relieved. some might think it’s nothing, but you finally felt seen and validated.

“i’m so exhausted, sungie…” you yawned.

“i know, baby, i know,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet moment, glad that the day was almost over. “you can rest now, i got you.” 

“i love you,” you mumbled quietly, but he managed to catch that, smiling to himself before leaning over and placing a kiss on your temple. 

no more words were said as you melted into jisung’s lap. soon your soft snores and the anime on the tv were the only noises in the apartment as you recharged, feeling the most comfortable in each other’s presence. 

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[lovlidollie]

hii can i request for crybaby!reader? >_< From what i can understand, Rafe is mean to her but he knows when to stop (does he?), so i imagine the first time she does something that pisses him off, like wearing a very short dress to some party or posting a very revealing selfie, obviously she doesn't do it with bad intentions, nor to make him angry, but that doesn't stop him from going completely crazy about it and filling her with messages and she doesn't understand why he's so angry :( then he can see in person that she doesnt really get it but he still acts mean for a while cause he loves seeing her all confused and teary :3

u r absolutely correct, rafe is so so so mean to her sometimes but he knows when he’s gone too far n when he should stop (theoretically) i love this sm i hope u enjoy lovely !

crybaby!reader who’s finally got the courage to put on the cute lil dress that she bought impulsively a couple weeks ago. it’s white and lacy and it makes her feel pretty! she even did her makeup and spritzed on extra perfume! she was sad that her rafey wouldn’t be able to come coz he was too busy doing business with barry, but she was sure that he’d like the dress too c:

she’s so excited to get out of the house n party with her friends that she doesn’t realise the dress is a teensy tiny bit too short. topper was hosting the party n when she shows up his eyes widen and his mouth drops, because he knew for a fact rafe would never let his girl wear something so short without him there. she greets him with a hug, n she’s so sweet that she thanks him for having her over.

a couple drinks in and crybaby!reader’s having the time of her life. she’s swaying about with her friends, giggling n having fun, smiling so wide when one of them pulls out their phone to snap a pic. she’s such a lightweight that she’s already tipsy n a little dizzy. the harsh light of her screen hurts her eyes but she manages to repost her friends story to hers! it’s such a cute pic she thinks, just as a ping comes through.

rafey ♡

the fuck do you think you’re wearing?

instantly her mood drops n a frown replaces her smile. did he — did he not like her dress? did he think it was ugly? already, she feels that dreadful lump rise up in her throat n she has to excuse herself to the bathroom.

crybaby

um

just a new dress i got

she waits with baited breath for his response, heart stuttering at the three bouncing bubbles. she’s biting her lips, leg bouncing anxiously against the tile.

rafey ♡

you seriously thought it was a good idea

you must be dumber than i thought

she promptly bursts into tears. she hates making him mad, it makes her feel like she’s disappointed him n that he doesn’t like her anymore.

crybaby

didnt

think it was that big of a deal :( jus thiught it was cute

on the other side of the screen rafe’s brows are furrowed, scowl deepening at each of her words. he’s been with her long enough to know that the typos are because her eyes are too blurry to type properly.

rafey ♡

‘cute’?

think your ass hanging out is ‘cute’?

think dressing up like a slut is ‘cute’ huh

the second i’m not around you go and do this

she’s ruined her makeup by this point, mascara running down her cheeks and lip wobbling so hard she can’t stop it even if she wanted to.

crybaby

m really sorry

i didnt mean to make u mad

promise rafey i didnt know it was short

jus really wantd to look ncie n pretty for u

rafey ♡

do you have any idea

how many guys probably stared at your ass tonight

it’s like you like to piss me off on purpose the fuck

fucking shit

there’s a three minute pause where rafe doesn’t respond or say anything at all and it has her losing her mind. she spams him with messages, apologising over and over again, telling him that she didnt mean to, that she’d do whatever he wanted if it meant he wasn’t mad. finally he responds;

rafey ♡

stay the fuck where you are.

coming to get your ass.

the full stops make her think that he’s really really mad at her. she sits there, hands shaking so hard she drops her phone. some douche yells behind the bathroom door, complaining that he has to take a piss n she has no choice but to open it and wobble off. self-consciously, she keeps pulling the hem of her dress down, teetering on her little kitten heels as she unsteadily moves down the stairs. she sees topper, concern filling his features once he notices her wet face. he sets his drink down, striding over immediately to lead her to a quiet corner of the house. top doesn’t say much, grimaces when he gets a text on his phone a few minutes later and gets up to leave. crybaby!reader’s too out of it to care. she just — doesn’t understand. doesn’t understand why rafe’s so mad at her :(

she rubs her eyes, smearing eyeshadow n glitter everywhere, and looks up just in time to see top walk back with rafe in tow. his lips are pressed into a straight line, jaw clenched, and eyes stormy. she stands up, stumbling into his arms. she wants nothing more but to be held n kissed n told that it was okay.

“top.” he says straightforwardly, giving him the signal to leave. rafe looks down at his girl, heart clenching at how ruined she looks. he knows he was being mean, he knows he shouldn’t have said half of what he said. he sucks on his teeth and holds her by the shoulders, eyeing her up and down. he can’t deny that she looks good. the dress flattered her, emphasised her pretty legs, n he feels a thrill of arousal go through him as he thinks of ripping the pathetic excuse of a dress off her.

“‘m really — hic — real sorry daddy, pl-please don’ be mad. please.” crybaby’s eyes are so red n puffy it almost makes rafe change his mind. almost.

“shit’s shorter than it was in the picture. the fuck were you — what the fuck were you even thinking huh? lemme guess, y’weren’t, right? i gotta do all the thinking f’you. can’t even leave y’by yourself for five minutes before you’re strippin’.” he’s got that mean, mocking tone that makes her wanna shrivel up n die. despite wanting to see how much longer he could draw this out, n as much as loves seeing her all teary n confused, guilt chips away at him. rafe opens his arms and flicks his head, and she crashes into him with a sob. past all her sniffles and wails she manages a, “‘m real— really sorry for disa— disappointin’ you.” she can barely get the words out before a fresh wave of tears overcome her.

rafe sighs deeply, letting her cry into his chest. “jus’ tryna protect you, what part of that don’t you get, kid.” he rubs her head gently, coaxing her into a calmer state. “not all guys are good guys. it’s fine if y’want to wear short shit, jus’ not when ‘m not there.” she nods furiously, agreeing with him instantly n it makes rafe feel high.

“none of this cryin’ shit now, hm? y’didn’t disappoint me, kiddo. ‘m sorry — uh — sorry f’bein’ so mean t’you. dad’s gotta be mean sometimes, y’know? it’s the only way he can be sure it’ll get through t’ya. gonna go home now — y’gonna come home w’daddy ’n you can show him your pretty dress there, ‘kay?” rafe pulls off his jacket and wraps it around her waist, covering the back of her thighs n her peeking ass. she cowers into his side, gripping his shoulder tightly, afraid that he’d leave her there.

he tugs her closer, leans down and presses a kiss at the crown of her head. “attagirl, there we go.”

[anguis-sapphire]

Sorry for not being very active here or on the internet in general yesterday or today - I have my exam later today, which I’m quite concerned about, so that’s been taking up all of my attention. I think we’re going to be doing something later after my exam ends, so I may not be around that much today either, but hopefully tomorrow will be better? Please feel free to tag me in or send me links to anything you’d like to make sure I get to see.

[xtinyslip]

“i would call it a lifetime of work in progress but… yes. i have.” it should have been something that she was proud to admit but recently it only felt like a weakness to be used against her. people took advantage of the fact that she knew how to care. that had to end. “only the truth. you have my word. alright? … not at first but eventually. it’s not important right now but he found someone. someone who made him want to be… better.” not wanting to tell parker that person was will. he remembered her father as only the monster, she didn’t want him to be more concerned about his friend. especially when there was no threat from her father at all towards will. she genuinely believed that. “effect? share it with me? what am I doing to you?” did she have an idea? perhaps, but she wanted to hear him say it. hearing it out loud might provide hope for the both of them. she had failed to mention the effect he had on her. cecilia graham was more than able and willing to hold a grudge. however, one moment with him and even when she had every right to hate him. to be angry. it all fell away and she couldn’t be. it was just them. “friends? when have we ever managed to be just friends. have we ever?” no? that seemed absurd to be only his friend with how much she loved him. cecilia wanted to be on his lap, tangled so tightly and messily in him that everything and everyone else became background noise. “you trust me to do that with her?” she’d been expecting push back from him. not that he had reason to, she did want to make things right with gabi. perhaps that was forged out of selfish reasons but… she wanted that. she did. “im fairly certain the only times i ever let myself be fully happy was with you.” at least back then, and perhaps she was avoiding that it ended in tragedy and that’s because right now ; he had no real idea, did he? of that tragedy because he didn’t remember. when he squeezed her hand three times back, she didn’t know how she controlled the urge not to grab him, pull him as tightly to her as she could and let him kiss the air out of her lungs. it was a challenge and the only thing that stopped her was the idea he might pull back. she had him this close, she couldn’t bare the thought of him not being this close again. “you don’t have to have it all figured out his second. just please—“ don’t keep me away. “they are your daughters, will is your friend… missing time doesn’t change that but yes. i understand that it must be quite difficult to hear but you are… so much of our time.” she wouldn’t lie, lies only tore them apart. cecilia instantly felt that warmth again when their hands connected, she wanted to bring it to her lips but she resisted. she held back the urge to break further boundaries, even when right now she wanted to break them all. “oh, i am. im learning to embrace it. i live with ten dogs. yes, me.” she chuckled because who the fuck would ever have thought it? not her. ever. truthfully she let herself get as lost in him as she could so she hadn’t noticed. she didn’t care either, people in this town were always gossiping. still, when she did glance up and saw the rooms attention had focused mainly on them. that made her uncomfortable, no, it made her nervous and she knew why. elaine. “I don’t want to leave you right now.” or ever again. “let’s. yes?” standing up to head upstairs with him. hand still in his, actually tighter now that it had been before. @fcdcdmcmories

PARKER FROWNED, RAISING AN EYEBROW AT THAT. was all of this.. strange? in so many ways, he thought that it was. "the you that i knew would have never been caught doing that. you've... you've really changed?" he tested the notion, almost as if he was trying to see if it felt right saying it out loud. it did. it did and strangely.. it made him relax a little bit. in a way that he hadn't been.. expecting. "A LOT OF THINGS ARE DIFFICULT TO IMAGINE, BUT.. APPARENTLY.. THEY'RE THE TRUTH? just.. he.. he just left you alone? out of the blue?" that was difficult to believe. to imagine - when they had spent so long running from the finn pederson. and now.. that was it? he only laughed, even if it was quite bitterly. "you really have no idea, do you? of the effect you have on people? ON ME?" she hadn't even been here for that long and he was already questioning everything that he had made himself believe over the last couple of months. it had been his truth and out of a sudden and now? it.. wasn't? what was he even meant to do with any of this right now? "you.. what? you decided you want us to be friends or something of the sort?" he doubted that was ever going to happen. two people who had felt as strongly as they did about each other - that didn't just go away, did it? he didn't want to be her friend. what kind of stupid notion was that? he wanted to reach forward and kiss her again and to hold her and to know what it was like to be able to be by her side again and-- WHAT? there it was again. the effect that she had on him. he couldn't trust her and he knew that and yet, after spending even this little time with her? HE WAS ALREADY BEING HAUNTED BY THOUGHTS AND FEELING HE WAS TRYING TO PUSH AWAY. feelings that seemed to keep on.. pulling him towards her. right? "then.. show her that. she's a good kid. she'll be hesitant, at first, but.. i know she loves you. that hasn't gone away, i don't think. you're family..." clearing his throat. "to her." and to him, too. but right now, all of it was messy and.. what could he do? say? "we were and.. for some brief moments that we were able to steal every now and then, we were happy. the happiest. but.. we always knew it'd end in tragedy and.. it did. didn't it?" it was as if he was frozen. it was as if he was frozen right there, on spot, as he squeezed her hand back. three times, knowing.. deep down, he knew what that meant. i don't think that i could ever not love you. hadn't he known that? from the second she had walked in, he had known that he did still love her. that he was still fucking madly in love with her? "I.. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT RIGHT NOW, BUT.. YEAH. MAYBE YOU DON'T HAVE TO." did he want her to leave? to walk out and so he'd never see her again? it felt like.. a fate worse than death. so no.. no, he didn't want that. "but.. i remember everything so clearly. this is my life. right here. this restaurant, my daughters, laney, will - all of it. AND THE LAST TIME YOU AND I SAW EACH OTHER WAS.. BACK HOME. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT'S NOT IT? THAT I'M MISSING TIME?" it was shocking, yes, but.. not as much as the rest. he froze as her hand touched his and without thinking, he found himself lacing their fingers together again, gently.. almost as if he was afraid of what would happen if he thought TOO MUCH. "you've never been a disaster, but.." but there were already people staring at them and at her and whispering to themselves and he wanted to.. SHELTER her from this. from everything. didn't he? for some reason, the looks made him feel.. uneasy. nervous. mostly for her, right? he stood up, but.. didn't let go of her hand yet. was he really about to say this? to invite her to his home, when he wasn't sure she wasn't going to stab him in the back again? but she was.. so different and seeing her like this, it.. "my place is.. just upstairs? it's the studio above the restaurant and we.. hm.. we could continue talking there? if you'd like? IT'S.. AWAY FROM PRYING EYES. that is.. if.. you don't want to leave right now?" why was he hoping she wouldn't? / @xtinyslip

[kessellluvr]

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Summary: Long nights in the club.. reader is a bartender, unspoken promises wafting through the air like magic everytime Sevika’s gaze met yours. You couldn’t quite tell what to make of that smirk she gave you every time you walked past, bent down to place her drink down infront of her - the way her eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer than they should.. welp, that night you were feeling risky, testing limits and pushing boundaries.

Warnings: NSFW/ MDNI ; r!recieving, mention of smoking, name- calling, fingering, edging, semi-rough handling, bruising/hickeys, hook-up

AN: This isnt proofread and i was in a rush to finish it so i apologise for any typos x

Purple neon lights lit up the club, the bass of the underground techno music blasting through the large crowd. The magenta-grey smoke of cigars and hookah’s filling up the clubber’s senses. It was full house tonight, people going in and out - swarming the dancefloor like a bunch of bees. The bar was stacked with lines of people, some sitting, others having sloppy-drunken makeouts and most just wanting to get more booze. Great, the bartenders nightmare.

A big guy, middle aged lady and a precious little thing serving drinks - that‘d be you. Right, innocent and easy-prey looking, but oh boy you got a mouth on you. Apron tied tight around your waist, shaping your figure perfectly, hair tied back in a mid-high ponytail, waterline painted black and lashes adorned by mascara. A whistle rung over the music, making you quickly spin your head to find Sevika shoving away some other people at the bar. "Whiskey, neat and hurry the fuck up, im in no mood." Sevika´s deep voice grumbled, giving you an expectant look. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head but you quickly prepared her drink - top shelf whiskey in her signature glass, yes, she had her own glass. You slid it across the counter "Wait in line next time, you aint the only one in here."

"Whatever." As she grabbed her glass and went back to the gambling table. And so, the night went on, people getting more drunk and reckless, the music blasting louder - every possible chance you got, you stole a glance at Sevika - the way she confidently carries herself, winning game after game with that fucking smug smirk on her dark, scarred lips, god you had to admit: she was sexy, despite being an asshole. Everytime your eyes met you felt a strange heat coursing through your every cell.. your breath hitching a little anytime the corners of her dark lips twitched up.

Silco and the other chem-barons had taken their seats at their table a few minutes ago and you were supposed to bring their drinks over, cause of course they get special treatment. You despised them, they stink with money and order their workers around like animals..ugh.

Nonetheless, you went ahead and poured their order, carefully placing the glasses on a tray and moving through the crowd swiftly - well, atleast until some drunken asshole overlooked you and stumbled right into you. Drinks spilling all over you white apron - soaking into the fabric and revealing a tantalising glimpse of your bra underneath. Your eye twitched in annoyance, temper flaring as you spat some curses at the drunkard. "Get this dickhead out of my face!" you snapped, looking expectantly towards the bouncers. Of course, your wish was their command and the drunk was dragged out immediately, spluttering out an apology.

Your co-worker quickly re-made the drinks while you were busy kneeling on the floor and wiping the mess. "Well well, looks like you had a little mishap there, hmm?" that smug voice echoed above you. You scoffed, straightening up and looking up at her, defiance gleaming in your crystal eyes. "I dont need your fucking bullshit, Sevika. Think your something better, huh?" you spat - making Vika´s brow arch up, eyes taking on that dangerous purple gleam. Her thick, long fingers came to grasp your chin tightly "I think someone needs to fuck that damn attitude outta ya." You couldnt deny the delicious sensation in your lower abdomen at her words, your lips parted as if to say something but nothing came out.

"Thought so." Vika says with another smirk, lifting you up and throwing you over her shoulder unexpectedly, you yelped. "Let me go!" but you didnt really mean that, you loved the way she had her hands around your waist and you both knew that. She carried you up the stairs not even bothering to tell you where she was heading - soon enough you found yourself being thrown on the couch in her office. Your eyes widened, breath quickening as you tried to keep your composure. “What the fuck?”

“What’dya think? I’ll help you out of that damn soaked shirt and make good of my promise.. unless you dont want me to.” There it was again, that self-confident smirk, your teeth came down on your lip - teeth digging into the soft flesh as you nodded slowly, thinking of a snarky reply. “Of course, you totally wanna help me change and not just get your hands on me.”

“Shut it.” Vika growled, grasping your hair surprisingly gentle and smashing her lips down on yours, slow at first, tounge probing at your lips before you opened them for her - tangling your tounges together in a twist as her large hand slid down your body, mapping out the curves and grasping every bit of flesh she could find. Squeezing, caressing..

A soft moan slipped from your lips, muffled by her mouth as she eagerly tugged your shirt over your head - pulling away to throw the shirt carelessly on the floor. Her hands came to swiftly undo your bra - letting it join your shirt on the floor. "Fuck, such gorgeous tits." Vika growled before latching onto one of your nipples, suckling and making them form into hard peaks. Whimpers mignled with the wet sounds of her sloppy sucking, her hand sliding down your pants and lightly rubbing over that wet spot in your panties - stealing another beautiful whimper from your lips.

"Sevika.. please.." as your hips bucked forward, making her press her fingers harder against you fabric-covered clit. She pulled her mouth from your tits and pushed you back against the desk, hand finally going beneath your panties and sliding over your slit to collect your wetness before rubbing it over your fattened clit. Your moans quickly filled her ears, a beautiful melody for her - her teeth grazing your neck before leaving sloppy kisses in the wake of her lips.

Your hips kept bucking, feeling youreself getting closer cause of her tight circles - suddenly, Sevika stopped, moving her fingers down and easily sliding them into your wetness, curling them upwards to hit that delicious spot deep within you. Your head fell back, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as she sucked hickeys while keeping her fingers in a steady motion.

"V-vika.. ´m close.." Was when she pulled out, smirking down at you. "I think you dont quite deserve cumming, fucking brat. Get back to word." as she spanked your ass playfully, you sulked and gave her puppy eyes. "Come back up here when youre done closing."

That made your eyes light up again, you nodded, getting dressed into the fresh shirt and leaving your ruined on right there on her office floor.. great, having to finish your shift with soaked panties was not how you wanted that night to go, but Sevika knew she was gonna give you a proper reward later.

kessellluvr 10/29/2024

[noradegrantz]

Boarding School

Teacher! Anakin x fem! reader

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warnings: sexual content, implied smut, age gap, fingering, sex, teacher-student relationship

The reader is 18+ in the fic!!

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this fanfic is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased song “Boarding School”

please excuse any typos you might see :,)

I really hope that y’all will enjoy this <3

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You recently found out that you were going to a new boarding school.

Your parents sent you off to a new one since in your previous school, you had problems with some girls. You didn’t really wanna to go to a new school since you have kind of settled in in your old one, but you didn’t have a choice.

It was your first day in the new boarding school. An only-girls school. The moment you stepped in some teachers showed you your new room and you had to share it with another girl. It was pink and baby blue. Your bed had some bows around it and overall it was a really pretty room. After settling in you decided to go check out the rest of the school. Since it was the first day and there were no lessons today.

You were wearing your school uniform, a white shirt, a red tie, a pair of white thigh socks, black shoes and your red pleaded skirt. You look so pretty. You start walking around the corridors of the school, checking out the new classrooms and everything. You were not watching where you were going at some point when all of a sudden you accidentally fell onto someone. You looked up to the person. It was a teacher. You embarrassedly looked up to him and started apologising.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir, I was not watching where I

was going..!”

You really felt embarrassed after this…

He warmly smiled and looked down to you.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, it’s fine!”

You were so embarrassed and looked down,

then he said

“Are you a new student? It’s the first day of school today and I haven’t seen you before here.”

You looked up to him and smiled

“Yes! I am a new student! I just came this morning. My name is y/n..”

“What a nice name…”

he replied.

“Have they assigned you with a class? I think it’s on the papers that they gave you when you arrived here this morning.”

Your eyes widen, realising that you do not know in which class you actually are.

“Oh, I forgot to actually check it… silly me..”

You say and laugh awkwardly.

“Well, I’d suggest that you actually go check it out because the lessons start tomorrow and I don’t think that you would like to lose one of your classes right?”

He says and winks at you.

You instantly blush..

He’s a teacher, and he’s already making you feel so…so.. hot..? You couldn’t explain it, but you were feeling things.

You give him a smile and walk back to your room.

The next day you wake up and check out in which class you are. The papers say C1.

You get dressed, eat breakfast and fix your schoolbag. Then you head out to your lesson.

You walk in the class and sit in the front seat. After a while you hear the door of the classroom open and your new teacher walks in. It’s the same teachers from the corridors yesterday. The moment this happens is when you realise that he never actually told you his name.

Then, he sits in front of everyone in the class and says

“Good morning everyone, I’ll be your new philosophy teacher for the year.. I am Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Mr Skywalker. I also do tutoring lessons in case everyone has problems with philosophy, so could you always can count on me.”

he says and smiles. I look up to him and smile too. He notices me and winks playfully. I feel a wave of amusement and embarrassment wash over me. He’s my teacher and feel like that about him, but he’s already so nice to me and sweet, you said to yourself.

Days pass pretty fast. You’ve started your school year in a really good mood. You love your new philosophy teacher more than any other teachers. Whenever you see him, you talk to him and you guys have really good conversations. One day decide to finally take the step and ask him if he can tutor you.

After class, you walked up to him.

“Excuse me Mr Skywalker….from what I remember on our first lesson you said to us and we can ask you for help with tutoring.. I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile about it, but I was just too shy I guess..”

You say, and laugh anxiously.

He gave you a warm smile and replied

“Of course…plus you are the only student who actually asked for me to tutor them, so whenever you feel like it let me know.We can arrange the days and all.. oh and I have some free time right now. We could sit here, on this class, if you would like me to help you out with anything hmm?”

you smiled in excitement.

“Oh yes absolutely! I do have some free time right now… and I would love it if you could help me right now..”

You said and giggled.

You guys start studying together. He’s a really good tutor. Without realising it, hours have passed..

Anakin takes off his glasses and smiles, while looking at you.

“I don’t get why you want me to tutor you… you are so good..”

He smiled once again.

You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and reply to him.

“Honestly…sir… I don’t really feel like it.. I mean I do try my best, but it feels like I need more help.. but I really appreciate the way you speak to me and the way you help me with anything… thank you sir”

He’s sitting right next to you with his hand on the desk while looking at you.. you guys are so close.. your lips are so close to each other..

just as you guys are so close to kissing he moves a bit away..

“The time has passed fast huh..? Perhaps you better if you went back to your dorm doll.. it’s getting late..”

you smile, awkwardly and reply

“Oh yes sir, you’re absolutely right… I will head back to my dorm.. and thank you… for today.. I’d like to do that more often..”

You leave the classroom.

After an while you’re back in your dorm.

You sit by the window and check out the view outside of the building. As you check out the trees, you watch your teacher under a tree, smoking a cigarette. You keep looking at him. And that is the moment you realise that you actually feel much more things about your teacher… you start noticing how hot he is when he smoking… the way he pushes his hair back, out of his face… the way he fixes his glasses.. it’s all so..attractive…

You didn’t care that you felt like that in the first place, you just wanted him.. so bad..

Days pass once again. He keeps on tutoring you. You guys get much closer than expected.

You are talking about more personal matters which leads both of you into realising that you are actually much similar than you thought..

The following week, you two decided to have a lesson much later that day. When nobody was walking around the classrooms and you had more privacy.

After an hour into the lesson, you guys are so close again…this time you felt like you needed to do that… you couldn’t resist, and as your lips were so close…You just leaned closer and kissed him..

He did not break the kiss. Instead, he put his hands on your waist as you were sitting in the chair and kissed you more. Then he set you on the desk and kept kissing you as his hands traveled around your body.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long doll… I’ve been wanting you for so long…”

He exclaims.

You couldn’t believe it.

You wanted him in the exact same way.

You stop the kiss and look up to him once again

“I’ve been wanting that too.. I want you here..right now, take me here..!”

You exclaimed. He smirked and laughed quietly.

Adrenaline washed over you.

He lifted your skirt as you were laying on the desk. Then he moved your panties to the side.

“And those pretty pink panties that you are wearing… such a shame that they are gonna be ruined by me baby..”

he starts fingering you

You keep moaning with your hand covering your mouth. Trying to be as quiet as possible..

After a while of prepping you.. he enters you.

He moves slowly.

“Baby? I’m gonna try to be gentle, okay? Tell me if anything hurts, hmm?”

you shake your head and smile warmly.

You spent the whole night getting pounded on a desk by your philosophy teacher.

After you guys finished, Anakin kissed your cheek and smiled

“You did so good for me doll..”

Turns out that the boarding school will be fun <3

[thestrangepoet]

The Furrcinating Adventures of Champion, the Archives Cat | The Magnus Archives Fanfiction | Ch 4/?

Based on @ultramarinaa’s Cat!Martin AU 

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

DISCLAIMER: As per usual, this is an unedited first draft that I haven’t proofread. Forgive any typos and roughness around the edges – I tend not to go back over fanfics, as they’re just a bit of fun writing for me. (I am a full-time professional writer, and if I start telling myself I need to edit and proofread my fanfics, it’ll cease being fun for me.)

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Martin – no, Champion, for that was who he was now – crept through the institute, his ears flat against his head. 

How long had he been technically missing for now? At least a week, if not more. And no one had notified the police. Not Jon, not Tim, not Sasha. Not his own mother, despite the fact Martin would call her almost daily to check in on her. Not his neighbours nor his…well. He didn’t have any friends outside the institute. 

He didn’t have any friends inside the institute either, it seemed. 

Champion padded past the grand oak reception desk in the front lobby. Almost immediately, his paws left the ground, which drew a purr of surprise from him, his little blue eyes growing wide.

“Oh, Champion! You came to visit me, did you?” 

Rosie, Elias’ assistant, gathered Champion into her arms, her thin, angular face all smiles and framed with bouncing red curls. Everyone’s face was all smiles when Champion arrived. Champion, who did nothing at all to actually help the institute. He couldn’t read properly like this. He couldn’t research, staying up all hours of the night to finish reports. He couldn’t go investigate leads across the country, nor pitch theories for statements. He couldn’t even make a cup of tea like this. 

Martin could do all those things. And not once had he been given a genuine smile in return, not a single sparkle in someone’s eye to say they were actually happy to see him. But as Champion? 

All he had to do was walk on by. 

The first few days, that attention had overjoyed Martin. All he’d ever wanted. But now, it stung, jabbing him in the chest and reminding him that all this fuss wasn’t for him. Not really. 

That people liked him better as a useless cat than a man who tried too hard and apologised for existing. 

“Oh dear, little guy, why the sad ears?” Rosie continued, sitting down and depositing Champion onto the immaculate desk in front of her. “Was Jonathan a meanie to you? Do you want Rosie to accidentally misplace his expenses form this month?” She scratched behind Champion’s ear with a perfectly manicured nail, but he couldn’t even muster a false purr in response. 

Everyone liked him better as a cat. Hell, maybe he was better at being a cat? 

Maybe he should just…stay a cat. Let Martin Blackwood become just another missing person, lost behind a veil of barely asked questions. 

Something stirred under his skin at that thought, like a cold fog rippling through his blood, sending all his fur on end. Champion jolted in shock; all too easily, he had forgotten what he wrestled with here. Sure, being turned into a cat sounded silly enough, but the architect of all this had been a Leitner book. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts, caring not for the jovial packaging they came in. 

Champion, now dealing with an alarming amount of adrenaline, leapt from Rosie’s desk and scampered away. He dashed through the corridors, paw pads skidding on the hardwood flooring, his tiny heart hammering away. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts…

He practically slid across the Research Department, not stopping even when one of the researchers reached for a bag of cat treats. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts! What if it could see him or hear him or—

He bounded through the austere, silent library, not sure what he was running from or if anything was even truly chasing him. But instinct tore through his limbs, too aware now of the sense of some unspeakable shadow prowling after him and delighting in his isolation. 

When the panic finally subsided, Champion had to take a moment to look around the room he’d bolted into. The room loomed around him, gloomy save for one desk light working hard to chase it all away. 

His desk light. 

Champion padded through the archival assistants’ office, wandering past Tim’s empty desk and Sasha’s neglected chair. Was Tim at the station, weaving a story as to why they hadn’t reported their colleague missing sooner? Was Sasha in Elias’ office, distracting him from the whole affair? 

He hopped up onto his old chair at his own desk. He hadn’t been here since the day he’d read that damned book in the first place. Jon’s office took the place of his regular workspace, either curled up on Jon’s lap or snoozing under the radiator. 

Being a cat, admittedly, had been a lot more comfortable than being Martin Blackwood. The temptation to remain like this had, he realised, not been entirely out of spite and anger of the others not being too fussed about Martin’s disappearance. 

It had come from Martin’s own disregard for Martin’s disappearance. Like this, he couldn’t annoy people. He didn’t have to worry about messing up conversations or making a fool of himself. He could stay away from people in that way, yet reap all the benefits of getting affection and having his company be greeted with a smile. 

But…he also couldn’t offer Jon a cup of tea and get to see that momentary lessening of his scowl, the only time his frown eased up in the office. The silly little bloom of pride Martin got at being able to coax that out of him with a nice cup of tea – a silent victory, proof he’d done something right.

He couldn’t sneak out five minutes early for lunch with Tim on a Thursday, because they both loved Thursday special at the German kebab shop three blocks away and wanted to avoid the lunch rush queues.

He couldn’t buy a lemon and poppyseed muffin on a Monday to drop off at Rosie’s desk before she got in, earning him first dibs when she baked her amazing Malteser brownies during charity bake sales at work. She pretended she didn’t know Martin brought her breakfast every Monday, when he knew she ran late for work because she had to drop her father off at the physio, but somehow, a hearty slice of brownie would be wrapped in a napkin in the fridge with his name on it all the same. 

He couldn’t go to the little tea room five minutes from his house every Saturday and Wednesday, order the same cup of Earl Grey and the same ham-and-cheese toastie, and beam as the owner called him his favourite and most reliable customer.  

Maybe…Maybe Martin Blackwood did get noticed after all. Little nods, little appreciations. Maybe…that was enough? 

The cold retreated from his fluffy legs, though it didn’t fully subside. It loosened its grip on his tiny heart, but it didn’t uncoil. 

He had to completely undo this, Champion – no, Martin decided. He had to find the answer. And the best place to start had to be the book itself. 

Martin jumped down from his chair, flattening himself on the floor to scoot under the bookcase where he had bashed the book out of sight weeks before. 

A few cobwebs…a pen he’d lost months ago…some paper clips…a scrunched up ball of paper that stole all of Martin’s attention for five minutes or more as he bapped it between his paws in delight…but no book. 

Wriggling his way back out from under the furniture, he looked left and right. Where was it? 

Martin headed out of the archival assistants’ office and made his way towards Jon’s. Had Jon returned to the office to retrieve the book? Martin hadn’t noticed him doing so, nor had the book shown up on Jon’s desk lately. Given that desk doubled as one of Martin’s many napping spots, he was sure he would have spotted it if it had. 

Unless…he’d picked it up recently. Tim had just told Jon that there was no sign of Martin at all at his flat. Tim had done something incredibly important in that conversation, Martin realised in horror. 

He’d given Jon a mystery to unravel. He’d sparked his curiosity and given him a challenge – could he find Martin before a professional? 

Oh no. 

Martin scampered into Jon’s office at full speed, miaowing in a vain attempt to yell Jon’s name. But the room was empty. 

Panting, his head whipped this way and that. Where was he? It was 4:12pm – not a time that Jon would take a smoke break he thought no one knew about, nor a time he’d go for a tea or try to heavily hint for Martin to make one. He was always at his desk. Where was—

“Mrrrrowww…”

Martin blinked, his ears twitching. That…hadn’t come from him. “Miaow?”

A horrified pause stretched out across the office. And then, that same, low rumble of a miaow, sorrowful and irritated. 

“Mrrrrrooooowwww…”

Plucking up his courage, Martin followed the sound, his fur already sticking up on end. He tip-toed around the leg of Jon’s desk, already suspecting what had happened, yet praying it hadn’t.

There, beside Jon’s chair, was The Ninth Life, open on the last few pages. And on top of the book was the saddest, skinniest, scabbiest-looking black cat that Martin had ever seen in his life. Flecks of grey mottled his fur, which was missing in great clumps all over. Most of his right ear was missing, leaving a ragged edge in its wake. His eyes were far too big for his head, a brilliant green that somehow didn’t complement his black fur. Worst of all, the cat was sitting with its hind legs in front of it, as though determined to sit like a person. 

The black cat looked at Martin. 

Martin looked at the black cat. 

It scowled at him. Somehow, despite everything, the cat managed to scowl at him. 

The cat knew who he was, Martin realised. He knew he was Martin. 

…Jon? Is that you? Martin wondered, pacing slowly over to the scabby cat. He just wanted to get close enough to sniff him, to confirm that this was Jon and—

Bap! 

A paw plonked down squarely on Martin’s head, followed by a warning hiss. 

Bap! Bap bap bap! 

Yes, Martin realised, as he lay down on his front and tried to cover the top of his head with his own paws to shield himself. 

The scruffy cat before him was definitely Jonathan Sims.

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

So brief update for anyone who was worried about the fur babies, and warning for mild medical talk.

We were ultimately unable to figure out what caused the seizure, or at least for now, though we think it might have been something she ate, most likely a lizard or small snake of some kind, since my front door has been damaged for a long time now, and it's not uncommon to get such things in the house. This was mainly because of what they found after carefully purging Bunny's stomach.

Either way she and Bug will be spending a few nights at the vet just to be safe while they wait for some further results. There is a minor chance that it could be a reaction to her medication, but it's incredibly unlikely given how long she's been on it.

Right now I'm feeling a little strained mentally from the stress and worry of it all, so I'm honestly just going to go to bed early today and try to calm down. Please forgive me for needing to drag this out a little longer.

Thank you again for the patience and understanding Darlings, and please do make sure to take care of yourselves 🖤

Sorry for the lack of prompts or reblogs today Darlings, Bunny had a seizure of some kind this morning and though she's behaving normally now, I really don't want to leave anything up to chance given her already fragile health. Luckily the vet clinic that I usually take them to, had a cancelation today, and were kind enough to slot me in. Unfortunately that means I don't have very long to get to the train station to catch the right train, and as such wont have the time to prepare anything.

I apologise again, and thank you for your patience and understanding. I hope you're all doing well Darling ones 🖤