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mediumgayitalian · 8 months ago

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part one

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Finding parking is, as expected, hard, largely in part because Michael wants to get them all killed.

“— yeah, that’s right, shitwad! Back off! We were here —”

“Will you please shut the fuck up,” Lee hisses, jamming the switch for Michael’s window. Unfortunately, Michael is sticking his fucking head out of it, so it won’t close.

“This fucking guy! This fucking guy thinks he can swoop up to our spot —”

“Motherfucker we’re in Wilmington, do you want to get fucking shot —”

“He can wait his godsdamn turn like everybody else! Hey, fucker —”

He succeeds, finally, in yanking his brother back in by the scruff of his neck and speeding away from the shitwad in question.

“I can’t believe you let him walk all over us!”

“If I end up with a bullet hole through my windshield, I am kicking your ass, Michael. I won’t need to worry about some trigger happy mortal taking you out. I’ll kill you.”

“Drama queen. Now we’re never gonna find a damn spot.”

They do, in fact, find a damn spot. Within forty-three seconds of Michael saying that, actually, Will points out not just a parking spot but a pull-through, which Lee takes, smirking. Michael aims a kick for his knee.

“Go help Will unbuckle, you bitter bitch. I gotta grab something.”

Ignoring both Michael’s grumbling and Will’s insistence that he can unbuckle himself, thank you very much, Lee jogs over to the trunk. He grabs his and Michael’s bows, just in case, and carefully grabs the bundle of roses he bought from the stand across from his apartment. The stems are a little crushed, but the flowers all seem fine, full and bright, sunny yellow. Even the paper is relatively uncrinkled, folding delicately around the thorny leaves.

Michael nods when he sees them. “Nice.”

“Thanks.” Lee tosses him his bow, slinging his own over his back. It flickers with his quiver under the Mist, settling eventually to look like a small backpack. “Got ‘em this morning.”

“Can I hold them?” Will asks.

“Sure, kiddo.”

He lays them gently in his arms, the same way Cass has taught him to bundle herbs and plants when they gather for poultices. Every step is suddenly much more deliberate, avoiding potholes and cracks in the pavement so he doesn’t trip and crush them under his body. When he nearly walks in front of a car, not paying attention, Michael plants a hand on his head, guiding him around like a claw machine.

“Okay,” Lee says, holding open the door. “Let’s find Diana.”

The lobby is crowded. There are people everywhere — families, grandparents, and of course dozens of dancers, shining hair pieces glinting in the low lights, tutus and rhinestones peeking out of studio sweatsuits. Faces heavy with stage makeup bleed into each other. The building is abuzz with sound, chatter and laughter and shouting and twenty different songs playing at once. Lee can hardly believe they’re all fitting in the same building, and almost convinces himself it’s actually enchanted, smaller on the outside. He glances down when Will backs into him, flowers clutched tighter to his chest, and rests a firm hand on his shoulder. He hooks his finger around Michael’s hoodie, too, and for once he doesn’t complain.

“You see her?” he shouts over the noise. Or, well, Lee’s pretty sure that’s what he said. He shakes his head, anyway, and Michael scowls, standing uselessly on his tiptoes. Even if that didn’t put him just barely over most people’s shoulders, the throng of people is too thick to see much. People elbow and push each other around to meet up with family members, and groups of dancers do their best to practice their routines in what limited space is available. Lee has felt less claustrophobic in Times Square at Christmas.

In a stroke of brilliance, in his very humble opinion, he lets go of Will’s shoulder, puts both hands under his arms, and hauls him over his head, settling him on his shoulders.

“Keep an eye out,” he shouts.

Will grins, tugging on Lee’s hair with his free hand in confirmation.

One hand clamped over Will’s knees, the other still hooked on Michael’s hoodie, Lee starts to wade through the crowd. He can start to see, as he gets farther from the door, the entrance to the stage, the ticket stands, the coat check. Several banners hang temporarily from the ceiling and stick to doorways, welcoming them all to the Twenty-Sixth Annual Believe Dance Comp!, and a table laden with trophies sits proudly by the stage doors.

Sitting under one of the banners, Lee notices a group of girls of varying ages, all wearing the green and purple Stage Lights Dance Academy Cass sometimes wears. He guides them closer, scanning each stage makeup-ed face to try and find his sister, but stops short before he gets too close.

Two girls, sitting at the head of the group, mime twisting their hair, exaggeratedly anxious looks on their faces. The rest of the girls roar with laughter.

Lee feels something heavy settle in his stomach.

“You think anyone will come for her?” a younger girl asks, hushed so that Lee can barely hear her over the crowd.

One of the older girls snorts. “Are you kidding? The only way her mom will come is if there’s an open bar!”

Lee is reminded of the one and only time he’d fought a group of empousai. There’d been a trio of them a Central Park, on a field trip he’d gone on with his ninth grade class, surrounding one of the oak dryads. They’d crooned at her, tugging on her leafy hair and trailing clawed fingers down her handmade dress, calling out backhanded compliments. But Lee’s skin felt like it was crawling, he remembers, and the dryad had been tense, green tears building in her eyes. Every bleat of their laughter had grated his ears, and he’d snapped, eventually, ripping off his bow and picking them off one by one. The third one had seen him, chasing him away from his group, but he’d been so mad that he wasn’t even scared. The dryad hadn’t done anything. They got nothing from poking at her. They’d just done it to be cruel, because it was fun for them.

“I don’t even know why she has the gall to show up. She missed the final practice.”

“Miss Breanna likes her, that’s why,” one of the girls scoffs. “Of course she can skiff off practice and still compete. She thinks she’s so much better than us.”

Michael shifts forward. Lee throws out an arm to stop him, shooting him a warning look.

“You think anyone’ll take your side?” he murmurs.

“They’re talking about —!”

“I know, Michael.”

“They can’t talk about her like that!”

“I know, Michael.” He forces his jaw to unclench. “I know.”

“Yeah, well, favourite or not,” another dancer says wickedly, “her seats will be empty again. And she’ll walk out empty-handed and alone, like she always does.”

Most of the adults milling about the lobby hold flowers, like they do. Except unlike them, their bouquets are large, unlike them the stems are not crushed, unlike them they are wrapped in ribbons, in embroidered banners. One is, even, shaped as a ballet slipper, and Lee notices the oldest girl in the group, the one who made the joke about Cass’s mother, eyeing it, smirking.

He pictures Cass holding it next to all the other girls from her studio. With their big, normal families, their wide smiles, their fancy cameras, their beautiful, expensive bouquets. Pictures the smirks that will be sent her way, the whispers. They can’t — gods, what was he thinking?

“What time is it?” he asks.

Michael glances at his watch. “Quarter to.”

“Hm.”

In her frantic IM, yesterday, Diana had ordered them to be here by noon. From what little he knows about dance competitions, Cass’s performance will be sometime after that, nestled among the many. When exactly, he doesn’t know.

If they leave now, wagering, they could miss it. And that would be the worst thing of them all. But…

“Will,” he says, suddenly getting an idea. “C’mere.”

He reaches up and sets Will back on the ground, clutching his hand as he weaves through the crowd, beelining for the far corner. He stops at a sign with a little stick person on it, gently taking the flowers from Will’s hold and passing them back to Michael.

“Listen to me carefully.” He crouches to Will’s level, meeting his eyes. “Diana is — somewhere, in there, getting Cass ready. Michael and I can’t go in there. We need you to go in and act really confused.”

“That will be very easy, because I am confused,” Will protests. “Why do I have to go in there? I don’t even really know why we’re here!”

“Just — go in,” Lee insists. “Trust me. If I give you more instructions, it’ll ruin it.”

Huffing, Will goes.

“Brilliant,” Michael mutters. “Lose the kid and Diana. Great plan, Lee.”

“Come on, does no one trust me?”

“No one knows what you’re doing, dude! You hang around Carter for five minutes and suddenly you think you’re Mr. Plan Guy —”

Lee flushes. “That is not what this is about!”

“I am not missing this! I swear Lee, if we’re late —”

“We’re not gonna be late!”

“Why is it that every boy on Earth is actually stupid,” hisses a new voice. The change room door busts open, damn near cracking under the heel of a heavy boot, and Diana comes striding out behind it, Will perched on her hip. Her short dark hair sticks out in every which way, shoulders tense as a line, mouth twisted in a scowl. Immediately, Lee and Michael snap their mouths shut.

“Hey,” Will complains, pouting.

She adjusts her hold on him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Not you, sweetpea. Only Thing One and Thing Two, over here.” She glares at them. “Why did I find him wandering around in the change room? I told you to wait for me in the lobby! I swear you two want to — ruin this!”

“Hey,” Lee says, flinching back. “You know we don’t, Diana. That’s not fair.”

She scrubs a hand down her face, sighing. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. It’s just —” She presses another kiss to Will’s cheek and sets him down, leaning on the doorframe. “It’s been a rough morning. She keeps trying to call her mom, and — well.”

Lee hates that those girls were right. He hates it. He hates that they’ve been right before, that Cass has walked off the stage, face blank, alone. Hearing their giggling, probably. Twisting her hair around her fingers as she tries to hold it together.

His jaw tightens.

Not this fucking time.

“What time is Cass on?” he asks

“…Her solo at one-thirty,” Diana says. “But —”

“Great.” Lee grabs each brother’s shoulder, pulling them back. “We won’t be late, Diana, I promise.”

“Wait! Lee — dude, what are you —”

“We’ll meet you inside! Save us seats!”

“Lee! Get back here!”

“Seats!” Lee calls, glancing back. He makes a vague gesture in return to her incredulous, spread-wide hands, trying to convey the Situation. “We won’t be late! Promise!”

“I’ll kill you if you are!” she relents. “Be fucking back on time!”

———

In hindsight, it would have been smarter to take the car.

For whatever reason, both Lee and Michael assumed there would be a flower stand just outside the theatre. Neither of them had seen one on the way in, but it made sense. If Lee had a flower business, he’d probably put it next to a theatre. Where else would you put it?

Regardless, there isn’t anything close across the street, or even on the whole block. Will sits on his shoulders again, because it’s easier than trying to guide him, and every so often he glances at the watch Beckendorf made him, calling out the time.

“Will,” Lee begs, veering around a street corner, “you are not helping.”

“I am so!” He checks his watch again. “Twenty-seven minutes ‘til Cass starts. That’s why we’re here, right? To watch Cass dance?”

“So long as we make it in time,” Michael stresses. “Shit, Lee, maybe we should just head back. The flowers we have are fine —”

“Cass deserves more than fine.”

Michael snaps his mouth shut. “I know that.”

Lee slumps. “I — know you know. Sorry.”

Their steps fall in synch, footsteps making level prints in the light dusting of snow. On occasion a passing car drowns them out, but for the most part the only sound is their breathing, and Will picking at his nails. The shifting of their jackets.

“You’ll never undo it, Lee.” The road cross button makes a heavy click noise under Michael’s fist. The countdown for the walking man is loud, four, three, two, one. Three of the little lights are broken, making it look like its chest is cracked open. “There’s some shit you just can’t fix.”

“I’m not trying to — fix her,” he argues weakly. “I’m just…”

He can’t push away the horrible ache in his chest. The rapidly expanding feeling, the sinking chasm of expecting and hoping and being disappointed. Of looking out into the crowd to find a familiar face and not finding one. Of hearing giggles as you walk past and clenching your teeth, knowing. It balloons, pushing out on his ribcage, forcing its way up his throat.

Michael stops, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed. Lee stares at a spot at the air above his shoulder, swallowing roughly, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, Lee. You think competing with those assholes is gonna — go back? Gonna magically bring her fucking — hell, bring Dad?”

Lee looks away. “Of course not.”

“We’re going to be there. That’s what matters, isn’t it? That’s what’s really important.”

“Oh, to hell with high horses, Michael. I’m fucking tired of — of pretending it’s okay!” He starts forward again, ignoring the twinge of pain in his skull when Will grips his hair, yelping at the sudden surge forward. Michael jogs to keep up. “It’s — fight these monsters, train these kids, lead your cabin. Ignore the fact that your dad couldn’t be assed to visit a few times a year, he’s an Olympian, after all, you understand. Well, I’m tired of it! I’m tired of —” he trips over a crack in the sidewalk, barely catching himself — “I’m tired of being so damn understanding!”

For a moment Michael says nothing. Lee’s breathing is heavy, shakey, and it takes effort to still the tremble in his hands.

“The girl,” Michael says eventually. “The prissy one, who sat closer to the door.”

“…What about her?”

“I just.” He chews at his bottom lip. “I’m not saying I disagree with you, dude, but you have issues, dude, and shit you need to work out. For real. Besides just —” he gestures broadly at the mostly empty street — “ranting into the air.” Slowly, a smirk spreads across his face. “It would be really, really funny to see her face if Cass walks out with a bouquet three times the size of hers, wouldn’t it.”

Lee matches his grin. “It would be.”

“Betcha she’d seethe.”

“Probably turn purple.”

They turn to each other, finally back in synch.

“Nineteen minutes,” Will pipes up.

Lee startles. He checks his own watch. “Oh, shit. Let’s go.”

———

part three

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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The Takada-Chan Mall Concert

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Your first ever Takada-Chan concert doesn't go as planned.

Author's Notes: Hello everybody, here's the first chapter! Just a few background details - Todo is 22, already graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu High, and is working as a full-fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer. Reader is also 22, graduated from university, taking the summer off before starting work in the fall. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

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The day has finally arrived: Your very first Takada-Chan concert! You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you started following the pop idol a few years ago, during the start of university. Although some would consider you a relatively new fan, your love and dedication to the Tall Idol is unmatched, you’re sure of it. You know her favorite food (goatfish), her favorite drink (room temperature sake), her favorite color (black), her blood type (AB negative)…The list goes on and on.

It’s the summer before you officially start your big girl job in the fall. College has kicked your ass the past 4 years, so you treat yourself with a well-deserved summer break. Now, you have the next three months to attend every possible Takada event near you, starting with this concert. She’s hosting a very exclusive performance at the mall in her hometown, which is conveniently only 15 minutes away from you. Tickets sold out online within minutes, but you managed to snag two for you and your best friend, Sara, who only agreed to go with you to keep you company. She understands that these types of events can be…well, as she puts it bluntly:

“A sausage-fest.”

She stares at you with her arms crossed as you pack your bag with binoculars and a mini sign with Takada’s face on it. “Ugh, binoculars? Really? The concert is in a mall, you’ll see her just fine!”

“You never know! I just want to be prepared.”

“I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this woman,” Sara says, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you’re in love with her or anything.”

You smile at your friend. “I know, but she’s just so cool. I love her confidence! And her music is so catchy, even you can’t deny that.”

She rolls her eyes again, chuckling. “Yeah okay, her music is pretty good. But I don’t think you’re fully prepared for how much of a sausage-fest this is gonna be.”

“I don’t care. No man is getting in my way today. Us girls are going to stick together. Women supporting women!”

‘Yeah yeah, I’m still bringing my brass knuckles though.”

~~~

The day has finally arrived: Todo’s first Takada-Chan concert of the summer. He’s been to 9 concerts already, including the 4 he’s imagined in his head. There’s no doubt in his mind that it’s going to be the best one yet.

He bought an extra ticket for his bestie and brother, Yuji Itadori, who’s currently at the mall, saving a spot for him while he finishes getting ready. He inspects himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps smiling, very satisfied with his appearance. With one more quick armpit check, he heads out. At the mall, there’s already dozens of people surrounding the windows, trying to sneak a peek inside. “Ha, you dweebs didn’t get tickets in time,” Todo says smugly, waving his tickets in everyone’s face while he goes through the entrance.

The mall is packed with people waiting for the pop idol’s performance. He finds the area where the stage is and scans the crowd until he spots spiky pink hair near the front. “Brother!” he yells, making his way through the sea of people effortlessly, getting a few shouts of protest from some smaller randoms.

Yuji looks up from his phone, greeting him with a smile. “Hey Todo! Man, it’s packed! Didn’t think this many people liked Takada-Chan.”

“Brother, don’t say something so stupid like that again. Of course a lot of people like Takada-Chan.” He slaps Yuji’s back hard, causing the shorter boy to stumble forward slightly.

“Geez, okay, I get it! When is this thing supposed to start, anyways? I’m meeting Kugisaki to go shopping.”

Todo scrolls through his phone, checking Twitter. “Takada-Chan tweeted 20 minutes ago that she’s on her way. Look at her, so adorable.” He shows him his phone, playing a video of the idol doing her signature Taka-Tan Beam, gazing at it lovingly.

Yuji laughs. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go now before this thing gets too crazy. See ya!” He squeezes himself through the crowd as Todo continues to admire Takada’s video on repeat.

~~~

You walk back to the stage area, two corn dogs in hand, when your phone buzzes, displaying a text from Sara. We’ve got a problem.

Your heart sinks as you speed walk faster through the mall, simultaneously stress-eating the food in your grip. It’s only been 10 minutes since you offered to get food for you and Sara while waiting for the concert to begin. What kind of disastrous complication could have occurred in this miniscule amount of time?!

You approach the concert area, the hoard bigger and louder compared to when you left. Sara is near the front of the stage, so you push your way in, stepping through until you hit a wall.

Wait, it’s not a wall.

It’s a person. A very tall and muscular man.

Ah, the problem.

He doesn’t even flinch when you run headfirst into his back, like he didn’t feel it. You rub your forehead, turn your head to face Sara on your left, smirking. “Looks like you literally ran into our problem.”

You’re furious. This guy is MASSIVE. He’s got a least a foot on you, height-wise. But he’s also ripped with muscles. You can’t see above him or around him. All you see is his back muscles. It doesn’t help that the entire audience is packed like sardines, so tight you can’t move to either side of him for a better view. "What happened?” you ask, panicked. “This guy wasn't here before.” You hand a corn dog to Sara, grimacing at the man before you.

"I guess the pink haired dude in front of us saved this guy's spot." She points the corn dog towards him, whispering, “Should I stick my brass knuckles in him? Maybe that will get him to move.”

Naturally, being afraid of confrontation and violence, you respond, "No, no. You’ll get in trouble for that. Let me just talk to him, I guess.”

Sara munches on her treat while you clear your throat, reaching up to poke his shoulder, with no response. You poke a little harder this time and still nothing.

“He’s like a fucking brick wall or something,” you mutter to Sara, who only giggles. With a closed fist, you pound on his back, as if knocking on a door, a very beefy, sturdy door. Finally, he cranes his neck to face you, eyebrows raised.

“Um, hello. Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking our view.”

This guy doesn’t even have the audacity to turn his body around. He just peers over his shoulder, saying, “Nope,” facing forward again, completely disregarding you.

“So you’re just going to block our view the whole time?” you remark, annoyed.

He scoffs, still not looking at you. “Not my problem.”

Who is this fucking jerk?!

From the corner of your eye, you notice Sara brandishing her brass knuckles, ready to pounce. You shield her with your arm, stopping her. “Don’t. Let’s just wait and see what happens when Takada-Chan comes out.” You feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

A few minutes pass and the crowd around you starts screaming in excitement. Takada-Chan must be walking on stage now, though you wouldn’t know because this guy’s back is taking up your entire view. The rest of the fans are so squished together that you’re practically nose-to-back with this guy. Luckily, he has no body odor; he actually smells quite nice.

“Can you see anything?” you ask Sara.

“Yeah, she’s on stage now. She’s just waving to the crowd as her mic gets set up.”

“What is she wearing?”

“A red and white baseball tee with flared jeans that has jewels on the side,” Sara answers.

You pout. “Ugh, she’s so cool! If only I could see her!”

“Let’s switch spots, c’mon.” Sara tries to move behind you as you shift to your left. Music plays and Takada-Chan starts singing her current smash hit “Love Gem”, which you are absolutely obsessed with. Now in a position to actually see your favorite idol, you retrieve the Takada sign out of your bag, ready to enjoy the concert. Before you can, the jerk in front of you begins swaying side-to-side in time with the music, singing loudly, and badly. Every time he swings to the left, your view gets obscured again. You shoot a look to Sara, who just laughs at your misfortune.

You try your best to appreciate the rest of the performance, getting glimpses of the pop idol whenever the swaying moron moves out the way. When it’s over, Takada-Chan delivers her signature Taka-Tan Beam, resulting in shrieks of glee from the audience. The boulder in front of you yells, “I love you, Takada-Chan! It’s me, Aoi Todo! Your future husband!” He waves his arms back and forth, vying for her attention.

As you wait for the crowd to disperse, you shout to Sara, “As if Takada-Chan will ever marry an idiot like that.”

All of a sudden, he turns around to face you. He’s more massive and menacing from the front. The most noticeable feature about him is the huge scar running down the left side of his face. A tiny corner of your brain wonders what the story behind that is. “What did you call me?” he growls.

Shit. You didn’t think he could hear you. He’s a jerk anyways, so no need to be nice. “I called you an idiot, idiot,” you sneer, with the smuggest grin.

He glares at you. “I’ll have you know that I have an IQ of 530,000. You normies could never compare.” His voice is dripping with arrogance and cockiness, it makes your blood boil.

“Normies? You some kind of god or something?”

“Heh, you could call me god-like, I suppose,” he winks at you, smirking.

You roll your eyes, hard. “Charming. Well, I hope you had fun getting ignored by your 'future wife'. Thanks to you, I didn’t even get to see her since your ginormous body was blocking me the entire time!” You’re seething now. Sara stands beside you, wide eyed but enjoying the show. If there was popcorn, she would be stuffing her face with it right now.

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t save yourself a better spot. Maybe next time, plan better. If you are a true Takada fan, you would do whatever it takes. That’s why I’m the superior Takada-Chan fan.” Both his thumbs point towards himself, puffing out his chest.

“Please, you think you’re the superior fan? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’ve known her since middle school, so yeah, I think that makes me the biggest fan!”

“I doubt that, you’re probably making this up!”

“I’m not! She rejected me in middle school, but I know she’ll come around in a few years once she retires! Then we’ll finally be together!”

This guy is truly delusional. “You think Takada-Chan will ever marry someone like you? Get real!”

You're both going at it like a tennis match, Sara's eyes darting back and forth between the two contenders.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with Takada-Chan too? I will crush you if you get in my way!” he yells.

“I’m not in love with her, I admire her! I aspire to be her!”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh. You’ll never be like Takada-Chan, shorty.”

“I’m not talking about her looks; I’m talking about her personality!”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have much going on there either!”

“Asshole!”

“Loser!”

“Okay you two, stop!” Sara intervenes, physically placing herself in between you and the ogre. “As much fun as it is to see you both go ballistic at each other, people are starting to stare. Now break it up.”

Your face is so hot, you feel steam coming out of your ears. What a fucking asshole.

He looks at Sara and tells her, “You better control your girl. She shouldn’t be messing with someone like me.”

“Oh, is that a threat? Come at me, I will fuck you up!” You’re ready to throw hands at this fucking prick until Sara restrains you, letting him walk away, chuckling.

“You have seriously got to calm down. Don’t let a dick like him get to you,” Sara says, still holding you back.

All you do is grunt at her. Who does this moron think he is to talk to people like that? As you make your way towards the exit of the mall, you hope with all your Takada filled heart that you never have to run into that guy ever again.

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bengiyo · 1 year ago

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GMMTV 2024 Part 1 Stray Thoughts

I have finished viewing the trailers. I'm feeling relatively cool about most of it, and I had a strong negative reaction to the announcements about two adaptations.

Here is what intrigued me in order:

My Golden Blood - When Joss and Mond rose off the ground, I also ascended. Joss and Gawin wasn't on my radar as a potential option, but I am so here for it.

Wadee Gooday - I'm so here for the adult romance, and Thor is here. A boxer and a doctor have such fascinating potential.

The Trainee - OffGun workplace romance and Love Score is playing. We are so fucking back.

On Sale - TayNew in a ghost romcom? We are so fucking back.

Pluto - Film and Namtam and Namtam is lying? I am here for it.

Kidnap - Ohm is back in BL and they gave him a gun and a little brother who shares his name. This is probably gonna be a mess but it looks fun.

Only Boo - Not sure how I feel about an idol trainee show, but Louis is here.

We Are - Why are there four couples? Engineering? Hopefully, this is going to be like MSP, and let us put this behind us.

High School Frenemy - I will have to watch School 2013 before this airs because it looks like the original was well-received and this trailer just looks like boys fighting the whole time.

My Love Mix-Up - Fourth doesn't seem to do slapstick well in this trailer, and Gem doesn't look serious enough. New Hashimoto doesn't have that glint in her eye. New Aida looks solid. I'm skeptical. More thoughts below.

Ossan's Love - Literally why?

Summer Night - Phuwin and Dunk pratfall kiss bait into het nonsense with a BL side. No thanks.

My Precious the series - I feel like any hype I had for this has evaporated. I'm past it.

Ploy's Yearbook - Apparently step-siblings fall for each other in this? No thanks.

Enigma 2 - No idea what's going on but it has clear vibes.

Alright, I'm just gonna say it: The My Love Mix-Up trailer was not good. I love Fourth and Gemini a lot. I think Fourth is really talented, and I think he and Gemini make a good team. That being said, there is a reason KH continues to get content shared on this website, and right now I don't think Fourth and Gem showed the juice to match Michieda Shunsuke and Meguro Ren.

I don't think Fourth is going to generate meme material as Thai Aoki the way Michieda did if this trailer is indicative of where he's going. I don't think Gemini is hitting the seriousness of Ida well here at all. Ida is a demisexual icon and so important to the genre, and I just don't think Gemini has this in him right now.

For those wondering why I feel so strongly about this, I will remind you that Kieta Hatsukoi is free on Viki.

We are now seeing cross-cultural adaptations of BL work, and I think that it's incredibly important to view the source work before we get into big discussions about what each adaptation does well. I am so concerned about Kieta Hatsukoi being adapted because it's so distinctly Japanese in its stylings and the dramatic tension underpinning it. The Thai trailer feels lacking to me because the angst felt so ungrounded. Fourth can moon over Gemini just fine, but there's a specificity to the mooning that he just isn't hitting here.

I will be talking about My Love Mix-Up Thailand as an adaptation of Kieta Hatsukoi. I will not be entertaining debates or discussions about it as an independent work. The trailer has called directly to the Japanese origins and it will be judged as such. If you haven't or won't watch the original or read the source work, please don't tag me, because "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore."

#gmmtv 2024 #kieta hatsukoi #my love mix up #my golden blood #wadee gooday #the trainee the series #on sale the series #pluto the series #kidnap the series #only boo the series #we are the series #high school frenemy #ossan's love #Ben watches

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mixtape--oh · 2 months ago

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Just in case – Lee Know

Minho x high school friend turned girlfriend Iris, circa September 2024

Even after years of being together, Iris was still not used to being taken care of. And even after years of being together, Minho was always ready and prepared, just in case.

This is for all my fellow girls with the eldest daughter syndrome out there; because we need a reminder from time to time that it is, in fact, okay, to let ourselves be taken care of every once in a while.

Minho only saw the text around half an hour later, during the short break in between practice sessions. He thought he'd never clicked on the call button so quickly in his life.

Iris answered on the second ring. "Hey. Didn't expect you to read the text this fast."

"We have this thing called breaks," Minho told her. Then he noticed the faint sound of traffic from her end. "Are you driving to Pohang? Alone?"

"Yes and yes. How else was I supposed to go there?"

"I don't know, maybe take the perfectly fine train? You know, with significantly less travel time and you can just sit back and relax while it gets you there?"

"Then I'll have to ask someone to come pick me up at the station."

"So be it? Hell, I'll order you a car from here myself."

Iris sighed. Minho hated himself for immediately knowing where this was going. "You know I don't like depending on people."

"Even on me?"

"I'm still working on it. Besides," Iris added before Minho could interrupt, "having one more car around helps the logistics to transport people around. Not all of my relatives have one, and I have quite a handful of aunts and uncles and cousins."

Minho found himself fighting to keep the frustration out of his tone. "Iris, that is not your responsibility."

This was far from his first rodeo of reasoning with Iris' chronic eldest daughter syndrome. Throughout the four years of their relationship he had to convince her numerous times that not everything was her responsibility, that it was okay to let other people take care of her from time to time. She already started loosening up with Minho by letting him do small things for her: making her light bites, buying her things she needed, driving her around whenever he had the time. But when it comes to her family, especially the extended family from her mother's side – who all always saw and treated Iris the eldest grandchild as an adult, even before she legally became one, due to her responsible nature – it seemed like everything Minho had tried just disappeared and they were back to square one. She's back to the eldest grandchild who just had to take care of everyone, even those older than her.

Through the phone, he heard her hissed through her teeth. "It still feels like it. I know you've been trying to help me with this, I'm sorry."

Didn't want to revisit the recurring issue over a phone call, let alone at a time like this, Minho suppressed his sigh. "I'll just have to try harder from now on then. How are you feeling?"

There's a beat of pause. "I don't know, but on the top of my head? I want to get there as soon as possible because I'm afraid it's gonna be messy. This uncle, his wife is one emotional aunty and their children are still, like, pre-school age and basically a baby. I fear she might cause a disruption for her children in her grief."

Minho had to hold his tongue from shooting her another "that's not your responsibility". Instead he asked, "How about your mother? How is she taking it?"

"She was crying when she called me," Iris sighed. "But knowing her, I think she's gonna spend the entire drive there crying her eyes out, just so that she can put up a front and be composed once she's there."

Like mother, like daughter, Minho couldn't help but think. But he didn't let that one out loud. "She's not driving, though, right?"

"No, the entire gang are coming down from Gimpo. Think my dad and brother take turns for the wheel."

At that time, Jeongin's head poked out of the practice room's door. "Hyung, we'll start again in a minute."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

"You have to go?" Iris asked.

"Yeah." Minho didn't like the thought of Iris spending the three-plus hours' drive all alone. He knew perfectly well that she could take care of herself, but it didn't make him feel any better about it. Right now there's nothing he could do about it, though, so he just had to bear it and settled with, "Please drive carefully, okay?"

"As if I'm not one of the best drivers you've ever known," she said in a teasing tone, but Minho knew she understood his underlying sentiment nonetheless.

"You know I'm one call away. Just in case."

"I do know that."

"And please try to remember that not everything that is happening over there, however messy, is your responsibility," Minho said slowly, hoping to increase the impact of the important message. "Take care of yourself too, you hear me?"

Iris didn't answer right away.

"Iris?"

"Alright," she finally muttered in a soft tone. "Thanks, kitten."

It's been hours since Iris last reacted to his message, but still Minho hadn't heard anything else from her since.

Frowning, Minho put his phone down to the kitchen counter and put his focus back to the pudding he was nursing. He knew she would be busy with things and wouldn't have time to be on her phone, but still Minho wasn't able to go to bed peacefully without hearing from her. He hadn't heard of how "messy" things were over there, and he wanted to be here to provide what emotional support he could give her when she finally had time to update him. Hence the decision to get out of bed altogether and wait for her with this vanilla pudding he really liked.

"You look like the pudding did something to offend you."

Minho looked up and saw Jisung walking into their shared kitchen, still in his outside clothes – as if he just got home. "What were you doing out until this hour?"

Yawning, Jisung dumped himself on the chair across Minho. "Working on a couple songs with the hyungs at Changbin and Hyunjin's."

"Poor Hyunjin. Even his new place is still disturbed by shirtless dudes eating chicken breasts."

Jisung laughed at the old reference. "Nah, he's had enough of us and decided to have a sleepover with Jeongin at his and Chris hyung's place. Now, what are you doing still up until this hour? Surely not to pick a fight with your pudding?"

Minho sighed. "I'm waiting for Iris."

"What, is the noona coming here? At this hour?"

As Minho filled him in with the necessary details, Jisung helped himself to Minho's abandoned pudding. "You know, even after all these years, it still feels a little weird seeing you being a softy like this," he admitted after swallowing the last spoonful of pudding. "I mean, you never stayed up this late to give me emotional support."

Minho snorted. "That's because I know you'll ask yourself, even wake me up in the middle of the night if you have to. Iris, on the other hand, would never ask, so I just need to be prepared and offer it to her. Just in case."

"Fair point," Jisung chuckled. "But still, that's so sweet of you. It's a foreign look on you, but it's a good one."

Before Minho could rebut, his phone on the kitchen counter pinged, its screen flashing a new message with Iris' picture on it. Noticing it too, Jisung stood up, bringing the now-empty pudding cup with him. "I guess that's my cue to leave you alone. Night, hyung."

Took ten second of silence before Minho's phone lit up again, this time announcing a call from Iris. He thumbed the green button immediately. "Hi there."

"Are you really staying up just to wait for me?" she blurted.

"Yeah, just in case."

"Why are you always sweet to me?"

"Someone has to," Minho said firmly. "Because you're not being sweet to yourself, especially around your extended family over there. How's it going, by the way?"

There was a few seconds of pause. "Can we not go over that now?" she asked quietly. "I don't think I can tell you about it without going through a full-force, mindless rant, and I can't afford that right now. Need to stay level-headed for the funeral tomorrow."

Oh dear, Minho thought. So it was that level of messy. "Of course. What do you need?"

"You really don't have to do anything, you know," Iris muttered.

"I know, but just in case. So, ideas to make you feel better. Go."

Another pause, then: "Can you... just, talk? Tell me about your day, or anything really. I'll listen."

It was an rare dynamic between them. Iris was usually the talker among the two, and Minho had always been more than glad to listen to anything she was talking about, from her experience of buying groceries to her thoughts about the new health policy. For her to ask him to talk was very rare, and it always happened on the worst of her days, the kind that drained her towards zero – and for Iris, who possessed seemingly limitless energy most of the time, it took a lot to drain her.

Truth be told, Minho had had an exhausting day himself, and talking definitely sat on the bottom of things he wanted to do at the moment. But he wanted to provide some sort of support for Iris any way he could, and if to do so he had to talk his mouth off, then talking it is.

Even though he wasn't as good of a storyteller as Iris and had to put in the effort to think of interesting bits to share with her – something that always seemed to come so naturally for her.

Iris seemed to notice this eventually. "I'm sorry," she said when she finished laughing at Minho's story about the mishap he had with Changbin in the practice room earlier. "You're exhausted, and I'm making you yap."

"Did it work though? Make you feel better?"

"It does," she said, in a small but pleasant voice. "Makes me feel a lot better. Thanks a lot for that."

Minho smiled, filled with the sense of pride he always felt knowing he made her feel better. It was as if every thought he'd ever had about being exhausted faded away to nothingness. "When are you coming back?"

She let out a sigh, but it sounded more of content, as if the mere idea of going home was pleasant enough for her. "Tomorrow. No matter what happens, I will be on my merry way in the afternoon. I'm setting boundaries on taking care of people here, kitten, aren't you proud of me?"

"That's great! Glad what I've been doing for the past few years left some dent in there."

"That, and Mom made me promise to be scarce by 3 p.m. the latest. She said I've done enough."

"Hear hear," Minho said firmly. "You should go have some sleep then. You need some if you're going to be driving tomorrow."

Before Iris could answer, Minho heard a faint sound of a baby crying on her end. She sighed; not contentedly this time, rather as if she was bracing herself. "That's my cousin."

Minho could hardly believe her. "Iris Park, are you freaking babysitting right now?"

"It's the youngest of my late uncle, Minho. Her mother is currently too distracted to care for her."

Minho knew he should be holding back, shouldn't risk breaching the sensitive topic at this hour with the two of them being exhausted, but he couldn't help himself. "Iris, my flower, that is not your responsibility."

Another sigh. "I know, but it's the least I can do. I should go – talk to you later, kitten."

"Try to get some sleep!" Minho managed to say just before she hung up. Though, knowing Iris, he doubted she'd get any blink at all tonight.

Putting his phone down to the counter, Minho pressed the heels of his palms to his closed eyes. If he hadn't liked the thought of Iris driving the three hundred-plus kilometers distance between Seoul and Pohang before, he liked the idea of her driving said distance with little to no sleep even less.

Then an idea suddenly occurred to him. It just so happened that he had these two days off; he'd planned to spend some time with his mother, who's currently in the city for the next couple days, but now his brain was starting to formulate a different plan. His mother would understand, he thought, because she loved Iris too.

Which was why, on the next day past lunchtime, Minho found himself getting off the car he'd ordered to take him from the train station to the address Iris' father had given him. It was a small house her mother had bought before moving to Gimpo, where their family always stayed whenever they came here, and that was currently empty because everyone was still at the late uncle's residence for the funeral wake – as promised by Iris' father, a means to ensure Minho's privacy. Minho couldn't help but feel touched by the thoughtful gesture.

Despite already being told where they kept the spare key and to "make himself at home", Minho decided to wait on the front porch and get comfortable on one of the chairs there instead. Hence when the car he recognized as Iris' entered the driveway not an hour later, he immediately saw it and got to his feet in an instant.

"What the – " Even over the sound of the car's machine, Minho could already hear Iris' exclamation from inside the vehicle. She quickly turned off the engine and scrambled out of the car, making her way to Minho with long, heavy strides. "What in the world are you doing here?"

Minho grinned at her. "Just in case you need something more than listening to me talk on the phone."

"But why – when – how did you – " She seemed to be at a loss of words. Still grinning, Minho opened his arms just a little bit, just as a little suggestion. Just in case.

Iris seemed to catch on the hint. With a defeated sigh, she finally stepped forward and into Minho's arms, letting him envelope her in a hug and hold her tight. He felt her melt against him, burying her face on the crook of his neck. "I have so many questions," she said, her voice muffled. "But I'm also very, very tired."

"That's okay," he murmured to her hair. "You can both ask your questions and have your overdue rest on our way back to Seoul."

She lifted her head to look at him. "Did you seriously come here only to drive me back?"

Minho shrugged. "You know, just in case."

"Unbelievable," she said, as if to scold him, but the effect was softened because she was leaning her forehead to his. "Lee Minho, I've told you many many times before, you can't just keep doing things like this for me."

"I'm not doing this for you though," Minho countered. "I'm doing this for me. Doing things like this makes me happy."

Iris let out a half-hearted scoff. "Traveling from Seoul to Pohang just to drive me back to Seoul makes you happy?"

"It does." He gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "Because I get to take care of you, something not many other people get to do. And as I've told you many many times before, you better get used to it because I'm not stopping."

She held his gaze for a few silent seconds, then offered a small smile. "Thank you," she said softly.

Minho leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead. "Now let's go get your stuff and go home."

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ghoststyles · 1 year ago

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 4

WC: 7.4K

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, harassment.

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The summer turns into fall, and Briar and Harry are living in their bubble of bliss. They’re professional when at Wynnewood, but a full-on domestic couple in private. Briar started her MBA, and Harry is thriving at work, finally finding the balance he’s been craving.

Uncle Patrick has completely warmed up to the couple, inviting them over for dinner and drinks regularly. Harry continuously charms her Aunt Meredith, and bonds with each of her brothers, talking about golf, music, and Marvel movies. One day, Briar received a text from her Uncle Patrick; All 6 of her favorite guys smiling in a group photo on the 14th hole of Wynnewood. Her heart was positively bursting.

Gus’s preferences shift as well; Before Harry, Briar was Gus’s whole world. Now, she’s the last to be greeted when they walk in the door, and is given a deathly side eye if she joins the two of them on HER bed. Harry sneaks out for a run in the mornings when he stays at Briar’s, always bringing Gus with him for the first half mile.

If Briar heads over to Harry’s, Gus is usually in tow. He even bought Gus a bed and some toys to make him feel at home.

Caroline and Briar made amends a week after their trip to the city. They’ve known each other long enough to know they need time to cool off and collect their thoughts. Briar invited Caroline out to breakfast with her and Harry, so they can meet and get to know one another. Caroline sent Briar a text to let her know Harry seems like a great guy, and if she’s happy, then they’re all happy.

Briar is halfway through her shift on the back course when she hears another cart pull up behind her.

“There’s my beer angel!” Niall shouts, lifting her up in the air from behind.

“Oi! Hands off,” Harry snaps, glaring at him. He shoves Niall out of the way, giving Briar a gentle kiss.

“Hi, Birdie,” he whispers.

“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers into his mouth, praying Niall is out of earshot. To prying eyes, their exchange is disgusting.

Niall is sifting through her cooler, trying to find the coldest Mich Ultra.

“Niall!” Harry yells, throwing his hands up. “You’re paying for that.”

“What’re you, her security guard?” Niall laughs, popping open the beer.

“Harry, it’s fine,” Briar assures, touching his arm gently.

He huffs, still glaring at Niall.

“Who’s winning?” Briar asks, unsure if she’s poking a bear.

“Me!” Niall laughs. “I think your boy is a bit distracted.”

“He’s had some lucky shots,” Harry grumbles.

Briar rubs his arm before wrapping hers around his waist. The course is relatively empty today, so she feels comfortable being so close to him. Since revealing their relationship to Niall, he’s taken the liberty of cracking a joke at every opportunity.

“When is your shift over?” Harry asks, leaning his cheek down on top of her head.

“Mmm, I offered to stay late today. Probably closer to 6,” she sighs, not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, love birds, hurry up. I gotta stay warmed up if I’m gonna drop the hammer on H here,” Niall rolls his eyes, jumping back on the cart.

Briar’s heart flutters at Niall’s frivolous use of the word ‘love’. Harry squeezes her one more time before returning to their cart.

“We’re Audi 5000,” Harry says, holding up the peace sign while stepping on the gas and driving away.

“Yeah, that didn’t make you sound 100 years old!” she yells out, laughing at them.

“LL Cool J is the man!” he shouts back.

On her midday break, she heads into the dining room to say hi to Cam. Their schedules haven’t lined up recently.

“Hey girl!” Cam gleams, waving her over. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know! And life has been crazy,” she plops down on one of the bar stools.

Cam puts the glassware in her hands on the bar and leans over, placing her chin on her palms, “Soooo. How’s Harry?”

Briar can’t hide the smile on her face. “Everything is good. Better than good, really.”

“Sorry if you take offense to this, but I’m imagining the sex is fucking incredible.”

“You’d be correct. No offense taken,” Briar giggles.

“Ugh, I need to get laid,” Cam admits, not caring if her patrons at the bar hear her.

“Want me to get the low down on Niall for you?”

“It wouldn’t hurt, but something tells me I can probably pull him on my own,” she laughs.

Briar laughs, “yeah, you’re right.”

The two girls chat for a little longer, catching up on other club gossip. Briar heads back out to her cart, only to find a tiny stuffed owl sitting on the seat. She looks around, unsure where he could be. Her heart swells at the gesture.

She drives around hoping to find Harry, her new companion sitting on the cart’s tiny dashboard. Rounding the corner to the back half of the course, she spots a figure on the 14th hole, just as the sun is setting.

She smiles, loving that this has become their spot. He acknowledges her, his smile lighting up as she gets closer. She parks her cart parallel to his, barely putting hers in park before she launches herself into his cart.

“Woah, nelly!”

“Hi, Daddy,” she says, kissing next to his ear, smelling his shampoo.

“Hi, Birdie. How’s your day?”

“Good. I love my new little friend,” she says, looking over at the little owl.

“I almost bought you a little chick, but this one stood out to me more,” he smiles. “What’re you gonna name him?”

Without skipping a beat, Briar says, “Joaquin.”

Harry juts out his lip, nodding his head. “I like it.”

She shuffles to hover over Harry’s hips, her skirt fanning out to cover both of their laps. Harry looks down, grinning at her deviously.

“Panties off, Birdie,” he says assertively.

She gasps, heat sneaking up from her neck to her cheeks. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

He keens at her response. His brave girl. “Mhm. We’ll be real careful,” he says, unbuckling his belt. He lifts both of them so he can pull his pants over his ass. She pulls her thong off, setting it off to the side.

The sun is setting, and the course is essentially empty. The hustle and bustle leaving them with the calming sounds of the wooded area beside them.

“Where’s Niall?” Briar asks, looking around.

“Left a bit ago.”

“O-okay,” she says, nodding. Briar perches herself on the bench beside him. She leans down, looking up at him before touching.

“Go ahead baby, get me out so you can fuck yourself on my cock next,” he rasps.

Briar’s stomach is stirring with excitement; the idea of being caught sending a shiver down her spine. She touches him over his briefs lightly, his cock twitching in response. She fishes him out, immediately kissing his tip and giving small licks on the top half of his dick. While she busies herself, Harry reaches his hand around to play with her pussy. She’s already dripping, so Harry inserts two fingers and starts fucking her.

She moans as she wraps her lips around him, not caring if the whole club can see them. Briar runs her tongue along the juicy veins before sucking him further. Taking a deep breath, she braces to take him deeper. She’s been practicing relaxing her throat.

Harry grunts loudly, taking his right hand to press down on the back of her neck. She takes his encouragement, only wanting to take him deeper. She inches her way until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. She gurgles, pulling off of him abruptly to gasp for air.

“Took me so deep, baby. So fucking proud,” Harry beams, not believing this girl is his. “Make me happier every day.”

Her pussy is dripping, unable to wait another second. He removes his fingers before sticking them in his mouth.

“Daddy, I need you,” she pouts, moving to sit back on his lap, his cock just barely swiping her center.

“Go ahead baby, take what’s yours,” he instructs, eager to see her take control. Indirectly, of course.

She reaches between them, gripping his cock to line it up with her needy hole. Every part of her wants to sink down as fast as possible, but she opts to sink down deliciously and slowly. They gasp and moan in unison, Harry’s eyes rolling back a bit.

“So deep!” she screams, her head falling back.

Instead of telling her to be quiet, he reaches around her to raise her head back up and stuffs his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She welcomes the intrusion, swirling her tongue between them. He pushes further back in her mouth, choking her a bit, while thrusting up to meet her bounces.

He removes his fingers for a quick second, leaving her gasping for air as she’s bouncing all over his cock. He wants so badly to pull her tits out, but that’s too risky. He shoves his fingers back in her mouth. Reaching between them, he rubs her clit furiously, knowing she’s getting close.

Her bounces are becoming less rhythmic and more sloppy. He smiles at her, “C’mon, Birdie, take it.”

She slurs around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m so close.” His fingers are so big in her mouth, making her sound like she has a lisp.

“I want it baby, give it to me,” he grits out, still rubbing her clit. She stops all movement, her head slamming down onto Harry’s shoulder, letting out an extended whine. He thrusts into her a few more times, spilling everything in him. She feels warm and heavenly.

Harry lazily looks around, spotting no one around them. He scratches her back, encouraging her to lift herself off of him.

“Ughn,” Briar whines as she goes to stand.

“I know, Birdie. Did so good f’me.”

She pulls off, feeling his cum drip down her thighs. She reaches for her discarded panties, before Harry snatches them.

“Uh-uh, nope,” he says, shoving them in his pocket.

“Daddy!” she says, shocked. This feels so scandalous.

“Hope it isn’t breezy,” he says, winking before kissing her neck. He shoos her back to her cart. She grabs his golf towel, laying it down before sitting again, the juices dripping deliciously.

Briar showers after her shift — for obvious reasons, before heading to her house to grab Gus. Harry invited them over to hang out with a few of his friends.

She arrives at his house, making direct eye contact with Harry’s nosy neighbor. This time, Briar marches right to the front door and lets herself in. She hears laughter coming from the kitchen, so she lets go of Gus’s leash, letting him run straight to Harry.

“Gus!” Harry yells, lifting the dog’s top half up.

“Oi! Who’s this?” One of the brunette men sat around the island asks.

“This is Gus,” Harry says, pointing to the pup. “I’m dating his mother.”

Briar bursts out laughing, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s weird sense of humor. Harry leans over to give her a kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Briar. We’ve heard a lot about you,” the same man says, rolling his eyes at Harry.

“This is Ben, and that’s Tom, Tom and Jeffrey,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Nice to meet you all!” she beams, despite feeling nervous being in a room full of older men. They are all clearly older than Harry — probably closer to Patrick’s age.

“Ben, you’re the one who kept Harry off the streets while he renovated his house, right?” Briar asks, remembering what Harry told her on her first visit to his place.

Harry smiles at the small detail she picked up on.

“That’s right. It was like having a little gremlin in my attic,” he smiles, as Harry punches him in the arm lightly.

The men shoot their shit, and Briar is just happy to watch them interact, interjecting when relevant. She hates when girlfriends ruin their boyfriend’s time with friends by turning the attention on themselves.

Harry decides he wants to move the party outside, so he starts carrying drinks to the fire pit, but is struggling to carry them.

“Help me, Jeffrey!” Harry says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. She assumes it’s from one of their many inside jokes. Jeff jumps out of his chair to grab a few of the cans from his hands.

“How do you carry all those drinks at once, Briar?” Harry huffs, just barely making it to the outdoor table.

“I get to practice on some needy members. Specifically members named Niall and Harry,” she teases, causing them all to erupt into laughter.

They sit around telling stories, the further they go back in time, the crazier. Briar rests comfortably on Harry’s lap on the comfy round chair. She thinks even if she met Harry when he was younger, they’d still get together. It’s later in the night, so the men opt to go back to their hotels, since a few of them are visiting from out of town.

She starts to doze off, before Harry whispers in her ear, “They really like you, Birdie.”

She can feel his smile against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says softly. “Want me to carry you?”

She giggles, her eyes still not opening. “Yeah.”

She turns around, wrapping herself around him, crossing her ankles over his butt. Gus senses their movement, and does a downward dog stretch before trotting inside.

She clings to him as he locks doors and shuts off lights. He struggles to carry her upstairs, but manages. He drops her on his bed before diving on top of her, whistling John Cena’s wrestling song.

“Bah badum bummmm, bah badum bummmm. It’s John Cena!”

“You are such a loser!” she laughs, about ready to pee her pants. It’s this point in time where she realizes this man is no different than her brothers.

“Watch that tone, baby,” he warns, giving a smack to her ass.

She crawls under his covers, absolutely wiped out. Gus is sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Briar says when they’re laid on their sides staring at each other.

It’s a slow morning when she wakes up. It’s early, but Briar’s internal clock keeps her on a tight schedule. Harry is still snoring, so she sneaks out the door with Gus so he can go to the bathroom.

Her boyfriend is thoughtful enough to keep a bag of Gus’s food and a spare food and water dish for him. He begins to chow down, so she brews a cup of coffee for herself and for Harry.

With her mug, she heads back outside to finish watching the sun rise and wake up more. It’s only 15 minutes before Harry joins her outside. She smiles, leaning in when he goes to kiss her temple.

“There’s coffee inside for you,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

“Thanks, Birdie,” he says, plopping down on the chaise lounge, looking straight into the sun, but eyes still shut. “Bed got cold up there without ya.”

Briar hums, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“I can make it not busy,” he looks over at her, squinting.

“No need, was just curious. Are you cool if I stay while you work? I’m finally not at Wynnewood for once.”

“Fine with me. I always bother you at work. I can show you what business not to go into,” he laughs.

“Can’t be that bad,” she challenges him.

“You’re right. It’s given me a pretty good life,” he says, encouraging her to join him on his chaise. “Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

Briar is lounging on Harry’s sofa with Gus at her feet while Harry works. He moved his laptop into the kitchen so he can be closer to them, although he has been getting heavily distracted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion.

“Y’know, I don’t think Teresa has ever liked Melissa,” Harry says, matter of factly.

Briar whips her head to gawk at him, her eyebrows raised. “What? You watch this show?”

“I’m fucking with you, I googled ‘RHONJ hot takes’ to see your reaction. I’m satisfied,” he snickers.

“Well that’s a take I agree with. After so many seasons, you just have to pick a side,” Briar yawns.

“Y’can take a nap if you’re tired. No need to stay up for my sake,” Harry says.

“I will, once this is over. How many meetings do you have left?”

“Just 3 more. But they’re all an hour or hour and a half,” he frowns.

“Do you have to be on camera?”

He cocks his head, unsure where she’s going with this question.

“Uh, no, not necessarily. I’ve worked with all of these people before. I usually am on camera if I’m meeting them for the first time,” he explains.

She smiles to herself, before returning back to her show. She has a feeling Harry will go back to his office for his other meetings, knowing his back is probably killing him from hunching over the island.

Like clockwork, Harry goes into his office for his second call. She gives him about 5 minutes before she tip toes to the large wooden door. She opens it slowly, his eyes meeting hers over his monitor.

Harry quickly mutes his microphone and takes himself off camera. His attention darting back and forth from the meeting and Briar. She walks around the side of his desk slowly, to which he swivels his chair to face her.

“What are you doing, lovie?” he says in a whisper, untrusting of his mute button.

Briar says nothing, sinking to her knees. Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels her pull his sweatpants down, revealing his flaccid dick that’ll come to life in a few short minutes. He looks to the ceiling, determining his next move. Does he tell her to leave? Or jeopardize his career by letting her continue and punish her later?

Harry chooses the latter.

By this point, his cock is fully erect and ready to go. Briar peers up with him as she plunges over him. Harry’s eyes close, expecting her to start bobbing her head up and down. Instead, she remains perfectly still.

He looks down at his girl, and she’s staring right back at him. He’s completely zoned out, until he hears his colleague say his name.

“Harry? What do you think?”

“I-I uhm, I agree, this sounds like a lucrative opportunity for us. Do you have a full report to share?” he manages to choke out.

Briar smiles as much as she can with his cock down her throat. She starts to gently suckle on his tip, then pushes his length halfway in, making sure to swallow frequently so her throat contracts, sending him into a tizzy. A few minutes pass of repeating this pattern, and Harry is ready to disintegrate.

The meeting continues, and Harry is holding on by a thread. He feels Briar pull off of him slowly, before rising to her feet and climbing on his lap. He exhales, thankful he didn’t cum with his colleagues on the phone. She wastes no time, inserting his cock in her pussy, not even bothering to remove her underwear and sleep shorts. Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grinds a little, but remains mostly stationary. Her hands cup his face, kissing down his jaw and neck.

Is she — cockwarming him?

His breathing is labored this time, unsure if he can hold off painting her velvety walls with his cum. He bites down on her shoulder.

She whispers lowly in his ear, bouncing a little, “come in me, Daddy.”

With that, he thrusts upward lazily, whines, and drains his balls into her. He can barely catch his breath. They stay like that, letting the meeting run its course. The team is dragging out their goodbyes, so Harry unmutes and chokes out, “Thanksguysgottadropoffbye.”

Briar comes back to life, squirming on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling in.

“Where’d you learn that one, baby girl?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Google,” she laughs while pulling off of him, both of them hyper-fixating on the liquid dripping from her cunt. “‘Kay, I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Harry is dumbfounded. He goes to warn her she’s in for a rude awakening, but the notification for his call with Niall chimes.

When Harry is done his work day, Harry sneaks upstairs to spy on Briar. She’s sound asleep in his bed, with Gus at her side. Having the dog in his bed isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but the two of them look comfortable as hell, he has to admit.

“Gus Gus,” Harry calls quietly, causing the dog to lift his head. He jumps down from the bed, and Harry is able to shoo him into the hallway. Briar doesn’t stir.

Harry pads into his closet to find the unopened Amazon package, making sure to tip toe. He quietly shuts the door, sitting on the floor. He tears open the package, watching the contents dump on his lap.

He inspects the items, gently running his fingers along the rope, taking note of the intricate weaves. His spine shivers with excitement, eager to see Briar’s body react to being tied up. Tonight, he’ll keep it simple by tying her wrists behind her back. But, he’ll keep her waiting a bit. Not a long time, but maybe enough for a quick shower, or go outside to his putting green.

He rises from his spot on the floor, slowly unraveling the rope. He stands at the side of the bed, staring down at his girl. She’s blowing small puffs of air out of her mouth, her lips in an adorable pout.

He walks around to ‘his side’ of the bed, before pulling the sheet and duvet back. He slides in slowly, still not wanting to wake her. He shuffles closer, pressing his entire body against hers. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pressing delicate kisses up the column.

Briar gasps lightly, before slowly craning her neck to touch her cheek to his nose.

“Hi, Birdie,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek. “Sleep good?”

“Hi,” Briar yawns. “Yeah, your bed is comfy. Probably could sleep until tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. He’s full of shit, but wants to rile her up, knowing her brain is playing catch up. She starts to sit up, reaching for her phone.

“Kidding!” he laughs. She smacks his chest, laying back down. She’s still facing away from him.

“I have a surprise,” he whispers.

“Hm? What is it?”

Harry starts to dangle the rope over her exposed skin. It doesn’t compute right away, but when it does, she freezes, slowly turning around to face him.

“Now?” she squeaks.

“Now,” he nods, fake pouting. “Up ya go.”

He helps her remove her clothes and move to a kneeling position while he stands on the floor, shins pressed against the bed. Harry starts by tying a slip knot around her wrists, nothing too crazy, but he wraps the remainder of the rope around her shoulders to rest above her collar bones. Her décolletage drives Harry wild; that area of her body always looks incredible, clothed or not. His cock twitches, eager to see the rope there.

When everything is secure, he brings her to a lying position on her left side, facing the en suite. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He tugs the rope for good measure. “Gonna go take a shower now.”

Her eyes bug out of her head, grunting when she moves her arms, forgetting she’s in the restraints already.

“B-but, I said…” she trails off, a look of pure terror flashing across her face.

“I know what you said, Birdie. Daddy knows what’s best for you right now,” he hums, giving her a look of pity. “Won’t leave you for long.”

He spins on his heels towards the bathroom, and Briar feels like she could start crying. The feeling of fight or flight has never been so strong. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm her nerves, looking around the room.

Somehow maneuvering her body to flip to a kneeling position, her face laying flat on the mattress, she rotates her head to look at Harry’s bed side table. She spots a bottle of lube, her vibrator, and one more item she can’t make out. She slams her eyes shut, dreading the night ahead of her.

In the shower, Harry is taking his grand old time, building the anticipation. He neglects to clean most of his body, opting to play with his cock instead. The rainfall shower head paired with the jets that shoot from the wall make the perfect combination for teasing himself. He brings himself to the edge a few times, but doesn’t dare let go.

Before turning the water off, he switches the temperature to ice cold, waking up his senses. He grabs his towel out of the warmer, and starts to dry off, shaking out his hair, his curls relaxing into waves as he’s aged.

Briar’s ears perk up at the sound of the water turning off. She’s grateful he didn’t stick something in her mouth to gag her. She’s been whining and writhing pathetically since the minute Harry shut the door. Her shoulders are killing her and she’s sheathed in sweat.

The door swings open, a puff of steam surrounding him. She smiles, thinking back to their run-in, except this time, Harry’s towel is not around his waist, but being run through his sopping hair, his thick cock swinging as he walks. He stares down at Briar, admiring his handy work of the knots.

Harry takes the towel in his hand, holding it out lengthwise. She peers up at him, their eyes locking, the thought simultaneously invading their minds. Harry holds the towel up before letting go of one end, the fabric cracking as it makes contact with Briar’s ass.

Briar yelps, unable to move. She tries to flip over, grunting in frustration when the ropes prevent her. Harry lets her squirm, getting a mild satisfaction from the struggle. She’ll wear herself out before they even get started.

“Settle down, Birdie.”

“I-I — I need help,” she cries out. If Harry doesn’t touch her soon, she’s sure she’ll light on fire.

“Help with what, baby?”

“Daddy, please,” she begs. “Please touch me.”

“Thanks for asking nicely, baby. But, I think there’s something else I’d like you to do, first,” Harry smirks. Her look of panic returns, but he simply grabs the rope and maneuvers her so she’s on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The cadence of Harry’s words slow down when he’s in a mood.

He hovers over her, placing his cock so it lays heavy on her lips. She opens her mouth, waiting for his next move. The whole time, her eyes have been squeezed shut. Opting to finally open them, she almost laughs, having never seen Harry from this angle.

He snaps his hips forward, shoving his cock halfway in her mouth. She gags, not prepared for the quick movement. He gives her a moment to adjust, basking in the feeling of her contracting her throat.

“Good girl, letting me fuck your little mouth like this. Look at you, absolutely drooling for it.”

Briar’s eyelashes flutter; her mouth has never been this full. She incoherently cries out, where Harry can barely make out her saying ‘please’.

Harry pushes in fully, watching as tears leak out of her eyes. His movements are minuscule, having no where else to go. He removes himself, listening to her sputter and gasp for air. He peers down at her, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Before she can say a word, he snaps his hips again, this time reaching down to cup her face. His thrusts start out slow, but increase pace quickly. He’s fully fucking her mouth.

She chokes and cries more, until he relents and pulls out, her wails now louder, unmuffled by his cock. Harry squats down to her level, petting the sweat-drenched hair off her forehead. He kisses her gently on her temple. His cock is painfully red.

“Did so well f’me, lovie. Let’s get you back up on the bed, here.”

He laces his hands under her neck and knees, flipping her so her head is on the pillow. Her arms are fully numb, her shoulders feeling like she spent hours in the gym. Despite feeling like she got hit by a bus, her core is absolutely dripping. She crosses her legs, hoping Harry will let it go.

No such luck. Harry joins her on the bed, laying flat on his stomach. She can’t look at him, so she tucks her face into the blanket beside her.

“Why are you hiding, Birdie?”

“I c-can’t,” she sniffles, overwhelmed by the different sensations she’s experienced today. Her voice is hoarse and completely fucked out.

“You can. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Patience,” he smiles, knowing this is one of the areas for improvement.

She goes to speak again, but is interrupted by Harry’s tongue and fingers entering her abruptly. Incoherent babbling pours from her mouth, leading Harry to shush her.

“Always so wet f’me. Barely’ve even touched you and you’re ruining my sheets,” Harry says, sucking her clit into his mouth. He pulls off, “Makes Daddy so crazy. Wish I could take you everywhere with me. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, baby? Let Daddy fuck you anywhere and everywhere?”

She’s thought about it — just lounging around Harry’s house, naked all day every day, being his fuck toy. But, she’s a girl with goals — goals she knows Harry wouldn’t hold her back from.

“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m yours.”

Harry pauses, a whimper almost escaping his own mouth. He licks her feverishly, lapping over her labias. Groaning, he leaves his position between her legs and hovers over her, gently pressing his hand over her neck. They haven’t officially done this yet, so Harry waits for Briar’s reaction.

God, she wishes her hands weren’t tied — she’d place her hand over his. She squirms around, kicking her feet out in the process. She comes loud and fast, arching her back in the process.

“Ah, yes, Daddy!” she strains out.

Pressing down a little more firmly, he uses his other hand to pump his cock a few times, lining it up with her center. He swipes the tip around before pressing in, slow and controlled, unlike how he took her mouth.

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab her vibrator, flicking the switch and turning it on. Briar’s head pops up.

“N-no, no, no, no,” she begs, already about to come. The vibrations would make her unravel instantly.

“Why not, baby? Gonna make you come as many times as I can.”

Briar mewls in response. Of course she wants to. But generally, she needs a moment in between, and she gets this unsettling feeling that Harry will be relentless in this mission.

And he is relentless — starting off on the slowest setting, making her come twice back to back, then upping the speed to the highest setting and just holding it there.

She’s howling at this point, pulling so hard on her restraints, she knows she’ll have craters formed on her skin. Coming once more, Harry joins her, releasing loudly into her. He’s too slow to shut off the vibrator, causing Briar to bark at him.

“Enough! Stop, stop, stop.”

He smiles, so unbelievable proud of her. Pulling out, he starts to loosen the rope, allowing her to relax. Slowly, he guides her arms out from underneath her, her whimpers continuing. He feels bad knowing her arms are probably numb. He may have carried on a bit too much.

When she’s finally free, Harry lays behind her, his arms wrapped tightly at her waist. They’re quiet for several minutes.

“That was fucking insane, Harry.”

Harry is taken back by her tone, so he rubs her arm gently, “A good insane, right?”

“Yeah, a good insane. I felt like my head was detached from my body.”

He hums, “Good. I don’t ever want it to feel like the bad insane.” Harry feels floaty, too. It’s been a long time since anyone has relinquished this much control to him in bed. The PTA moms and divorced housewives keep it pretty vanilla.

“Your arms are probably going to kill you tomorrow, baby. Wondering if you should call out of work.”

Briar loves that he cares about her this much. “Mm, I’ll be alright. I’ll just have the bar backs do the heavy lifting. There’s a huge charity tournament tomorrow. I think some big name players’ll be there.”

Harry nods to himself. He stands, gathering the supplies strewn around the room.

“What’s that other thing on your side table?” Briar asks, her brow furrowed.

“That’s a butt plug. Was gonna to use it on you, but I think we did enough new activities tonight,” he leans over and kisses her. “I wanna fuck your ass, eventually.”

Shell-shocked, Briar stutters, “O-oh.”

“Yeah. So pink and perfect, always staring at me when I fuck you,” he say, lust dripping from his mouth.

Briar has never even so much as touched her second hole, so the thought of his cock in there makes her head spin.

“I’m gonna start making us some dinner. Do you want me to feed Gus?”

“Y-yes, please,” she nods, finally sitting up.

“Okay, baby. Take your time coming down. I’m sure you’re a little numb in a few places.”

~ At Wynnewood the next morning, Briar is wishing she called out. The course is flooded with players for the charity tournament, and she feels like she’s being pulled in every direction. She’s triple stocked with essentials, and has plenty of champagne bottles for them to pop and shake around. Showy bastards.

Her cart has been purchased for the day by one member; a venture capitalist named Stewart Wagner. Briar’s job is to follow Mr. Wagner around, answering every beck and call for the measly price of $5,000, plus a nice tip. Her inner girl boss is screaming, but this would be a pretty addition to her paycheck.

The morning is going by quickly, thanks to Stewart’s entourage, a group of 30-50 year olds who can’t hold their liquor. Even when a patron is being over served, it’s in the servers’ best interest not to cut them off. The men are flirty, and Briar flirts back, but pictures her boyfriend’s gorgeous face.

Briar and Harry have had many discussions about her job; Harry is well aware of her savings goals, and even encourages her to work her charms to get the guys on the course to pay more. His trust in her is sexy, making her feel so empowered. She looks at her text from Harry this morning.

🦊: Make some money, baby! I’ll be there later today with Niall.

🐥: Thank youuuuu. Can’t wait to see you <3

Briar laughs at their differences in texting. Harry acts like he is writing emails when he texts her. Occasionally, he’ll use the 👍 emoji to spice things up.

She drives her cart slowly, trailing behind Stewart’s group. His use of pet names disgusts her, but when he’s waving $100 bills in the air, it’s hard to ignore him.

“What can I get for you, Mr. Wagner?”

“Briar, sweets, can we have a round of Fireball shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have those right up for you,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing the chilled bottle and shot glasses.

She passes them amongst the group, but not before noticing Stewart’s hand sitting just above her ass. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before moving away, not saying a word. She stalks back to the cart, her heart pounding a little. She’ll allow verbal flirting, but never anything physical.

She watches them play all day, rolling her eyes as they hit bogey after bogey. They’re the loudest group on the course, making obscene gestures to one another and slurring their words.

After a while, one of Stewart’s friends approaches her, leaning against the cart like Harry does. She’s at the back of the cart, reorganizing the cooler. They’re in a more wooded spot in between Stewart’s hole and the next.

“Can I grab you anything?” Briar says cautiously, not liking the way this man is looking at her.

“You can, gorgeous, but I think I want something not on the menu,” he smirks, moving dangerously close to her. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me as much as I want you? Your ass is amazing in that little skirt.”

Briar’s blood runs cold. She stares at him, before raising her palms up to shove him at chest level, sending him staggering a bit. She looks around frantically, still not a soul is near them, despite how many people are at the course today.

The man grits his teeth before walking towards her again, this time, his hands grab her elbows, pulling her body to press hers against his. She tries to break his grasp, but his grip is too strong. “It’s all good, sweetheart, I don’t mind a struggle.”

Briar goes to yell out, but spots Harry charging towards them, his brows furrowed and nostrils flared. Harry’s hands are in fists at his side, his jaw locked tightly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry yells, shoving him away from Briar, his hand gripping the man’s neck. “You think you’re all tough trying to take advantage of a woman? Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you.”

Harry sends the him crashing to the ground. He’s so drunk he can’t even attempt to stand back up.

“Stewart! Oi! Come get your fucking boy before there’s a bigger problem,” Harry seethes, yelling down to Stewart who can now see the commotion.

“Harry, hey, what’s going on here?” Stewart questions, looking between Briar’s teary eyes, Harry’s enraged look, and his buddy lying on the ground.

“Get this fucking prick out of my sight. Now,” Harry grits, guiding Briar to the passenger’s side of her cart, while he jumps in the driver’s seat. Stewart does nothing, staring at them both. “I said now!”

“I’ll pay her more,” Stewart says simply, understanding what probably took place. Harry jumps back up, ready to bash their two skulls together.

Briar hops off the seat, grabbing Harry’s arm. He shakes loose of her grip, looking straight at Stewart, “You wanna die now too, huh?”

“Harry, please. Let’s just go back up…” she trails off. Harry eases off, jumping back into the cart. The two ride back to the clubhouse in silence, passing the other players who have no idea what happened. Harry parks the cart, walking off in the direction of the pro shop. Briar follows behind, barely keeping up.

All of a sudden, Harry spins around, embracing her in a tight hug, his head laying on hers. They say nothing, just basking in each other. Harry is ready to ream out every employee who lets Stewart do whatever he wants, but his girl comes first.

“Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Harry says, his face buried in her hair. He pulls off, making sure she’s looking up at him. “Gonna make sure that wanker never comes near you again. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head, unsure what to say in her state of shock. Releasing her reluctantly, Harry continues toward the pro shop.

Harry shoves open the door, looking around. Patrick isn’t out front, but could be in his office. The kid at the desk stands, sensing Harry’s erratic behavior. He guides Briar to sit on the sofa

“Where’s Patrick?” Harry asks.

“H-he’s in the back. I’ll tell him to come right up,” the scared teenager says, scurrying to the back.

Patrick appears seconds later, his brows furrowed, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Harry tells him, his voice low as to not upset Briar. Patrick peers over Harry’s shoulder at his niece, his stomach dropping with every word.

“Patrick, I think if I had gotten there any later, something even worse would’ve happened,” Harry says, his voice breaking.

Patrick nods, walking over to Briar. He sits down next to her, and she immediately bursts in to tears in his arms. Harry feels like he’s been kicked in the gut. Patrick lets Briar cry it out, and only moves to stand up when her breathing is regulated.

“Take her home, Harry. I’ll make sure this is taken care of.”

Harry nods, grabbing her hand to stand her up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to his car.

He opens the passenger side door, helping her step up and get settled. Kissing her on the cheek, he moves to close the door but she stops him, opting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, laying her cheek on his soft hair.

“I love you.”

He looks up at her, her eyes still red and cheeks puffy with tears. He smiles, his heart bursting out of his chest.

“I love you, too, Birdie. More than I can even describe.”

Though that’s not how Harry envisioned the two of them professing their love, he’s relieved. His feelings for this girl came fast, and seemingly out of nowhere.

When they arrive at Harry’s, he brings her upstairs to shower and get in his comfy clothes. While she showers, he leaves with her keys to grab Gus from her apartment, and stop for some sweet snacks.

He pops the ice cream in his freezer and lays out the assortment of snacks on the island. Gus stares up at him, waiting for his treat. Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing some cheese from his fridge. He tosses the pieces of provolone in the air, watching Gus miss every single one.

“Your breed must not be known for their athleticism,” Harry laughs, scratching his head.

“What are you saying about my son?” Briar peeps up, entering the kitchen in Harry’s sweats, her arms crossed.

“Nothing, Birdie. He’s perfect. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just shaken up,” she says softly.

“I’m sure. Well, I got us some snacks and ice cream. Let’s relax for the rest of the night. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” she says, locking his pinky with hers.

Patrick arranges for Briars shifts over the next few days to be covered, and he sends Harry a text confirming Stewart is banned from Wynnewood indefinitely. He’s watching Gus roll around in the yard, to which Harry shakes his head.

He sighs with relief, placing his phone on the counter. Briar is still asleep, the stress of the day before wearing her out. Gus scratches at the sliding glass door to be let back in.

“Get in here, rug rat,” Harry laughs.

He pads back upstairs, two cups of coffee in his hand. He’s finally won Briar over with drinking hot coffee, despite her insisting that’s for old people.

He enters the room and she’s sitting on his window seat, staring out into the backyard.

“Thank you. And thanks for letting Gus out,” she says, grabbing the coffee mug. He joins her, sitting on the opposite side to face her.

“You’re welcome. Today, we’re doing a surprise activity,” he says, smiling. He feels giddy. “T’get your mind off things.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out. Just wear what you’d wear to the gym.”

Briar scrunches her eyebrows. She lets it go, opting to sit in silence with her lover. They shower and change as needed, leaving Gus in his mud room. Harry is still weary about leaving the dog to roam free in his house.

They drive for a while, before the houses and trees become more sparse, entering a rural area. Finally, Harry slows down, turning onto a gravel path with a sign that reads, Blue Moon Farm.

They park close to a red barn.

“Harry, where are we?”

“We’re doing GOAT YOGA!” He laughs, his eyes crinkling, smile wide.

“Oh my god!” She kneels on the seat, leaning over the console to kiss him. “I’m so excited. I’ve always wanted to do this!”

She hops out of the car, running toward the barn. She shrieks when she sees the baby goats, beckoning Harry over to come look.

A few more couples arrive, and the instructor begins the class. They get through a few moves, until they begin movements on the mat. Briar is in a downward dog position when she feels tiny hooves hop up on her hips. Harry could listen to her squeals of joy for the rest of his life.

A goat is cuddled up to Harry, rendering him unable to finish the class. He’s smiling, letting the little creature nap. Briar is laughing hysterically, snapping photos of them. They finish the class walking around the grounds to see the other animals.

Horses, cows, goats, emus, chickens, and pigs are roaming around, the collection of sounds making them crack up. The farm has a small ice cream shop, where they split a mint chocolate chip cone. They walk back to his car, pinkies intertwined, smiling to themselves.

When they arrive home, it’s all gentle touches. Harry leads them straight upstairs, dropping articles of clothing as they move.

Harry undresses Briar, worshipping her body, his stomach still in knots over the incident. He leans down, taking her breast in his mouth, using his other hand to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb.

Briar moans softly, lulling her head back. He moves back up, kissing her firmly, before laying her back on the bed. He reaches down, gently touching her center. He kisses his way down her body, listening to her tiny whimpers. She’s wet already, so he fishes his cock out of his pants, lining himself up.

He uses his other hand to hold hers, before entering her. They both sigh, just happy to be close to one another.

“I love you, Birdie.”

“I love you more.”

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pumpkinsy0 · 4 months ago

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Ok this might seem stupid but hear me out, perhaps we could get some headcanons of papercut in the events of the book but instead of Johnny it was Curly who stabbed the soc and him and Pony had to run away together? It would also be cool to see what the Curtis AND Shepard gangs reactions are

this aint stupid,,,,ur onto something here,,,,

•ok look, not REALLY related but curly woulda loved that white trash w mustangs and madras line, this white on white violence gotta STOP💔💯

•ANYWAYS, i think he’d put up more of a fight, he’d try to get to pony but they were outnumbered so he gets cornered, HOWEVER, he always carries some weapon on him, or maybe he picked up a coke bottle, POINT IS, bob still died lmao

•i dont think curly and pony would stay around that area as long as johnny and pony did, curly would want to leave as soon as he could so nobody could see them, so ponys forced to just get it together in under like 2mins so they could leave, so ponys disassociating badly

•theyd go to tim, curly doesnt like dally and tim IS his older brother, then tim would tell dally, and they still end up at the dirty ass church</3

•now curlys shaken up too, like hes not trying to show it to look tough, but hes never done THAT before, never flat out hurt someone that badly before, but he still doesnt regret it bc it was to defend pony, however considering hes black in the 60s in TULSA, hes so certain a judge will not gaf that it was outta self defense, so actually hes disassociatin too, they both a lil fucked up rn

•back at home, dally didnt tell darry or soda where they were but tim sure as hell did, he gets what darrys goin through cause theyre both older bros worryin over their younger bros, darry doesnt know HOW to react at all to it, he doesnt tell soda nor johnny, or anyone really, when two bit says he’ll go to texas (i think it was,,,) to look for him, darry says not to bother, so they all feel like darry knows where pony is and they dint know wether to be happy or terrified bc why isnt he tellin em or getting him??

•when it comes to the shepard gang, tim did tell some of em whats going on, only his trusted guys tho, theres basically nothing they CAN do to stop word from spreading about it bc the socs who were there already went to the cops, so they all have to lay low for a while, stay in line cause tim quite honestly cant handle anything more rn

•angela’s pretty much losing it too, shes drinking more, way more irritable, if one of the shepards is gone, ALL of em r losing it dawg

•in the church, curlys trying to act like his normal self but u can tell that he’s damn near close to losing it cause this could mean prison or the death penalty, hes so sure hes done for and pony wants to reassure him but holy fuck it aint lookin too good, they do their normal banger but u can feel this somber tension between the two as if this is gonna b their last moments together

•curly is NOT talking about turning himself in at all, he’d rather kill someone else to NOT go actually, on top of that tims telling him to stay hidden, dallys tellin him to stay hidden, so thats how he knows hes GOTTA stay there

•NOW THE FIRE, just like dally, curly dont care that much bout those kids im ngl, but bc ponys running in there, now HE has to help, boooooo👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽👎🏽

•curly aint like johnny, hes grabbing those kids and pushing them out, whatever injuries they get outta that they gonna have to deal w later, its better than them being dead id think, when the church falls, honestly??? i think my main man curly gettin outta there in time, he lowkey DID push pony out the window cause he was taking too long and then jumped out bit aye, hes livin

•its either that or he risks it and takes the longer way out if like, the wood fell where the window was

•he aint livin without some injuries and scars tho, he did definitely break SOMETHING and got some burns on his hands and wherever else, but hes relatively fine, a part of the reason y is bc he wears a leather jacket, unlike johnny who wears a jean jacket, and jean jackets r more flammable, and as seen w pony, the leather jacket did help him a bit in that fire, he still is banged up tho

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship #tim shepard #darrel curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #angela shepard #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews

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karoochui · 1 year ago

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I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

#my asks #binary resurgence: round 2 au #binary resurgence

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mylittlesecrethaven · 7 months ago

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How Relationships With Them Would Be: Pt 4

Ok, now we're actually finishing this.

Floyd:

You thought Ace was bad? This guy's pretty much a walking red flag shouting "I'M A RED FLAG AND I'M PROUD OF IT!" He would probably force you into so many uncomfortable situations, he'd probably use you to get out of work and school, and he'd probably even use you if Azul asked him to. If he treats his brother like he does, I assure you, he probably won't treat you well either. You piss him off enough and he'll break your fucking bones or something.

MC: I don't want to! What if I get caught?

Floyd: It's fine. Azul just needs that thing and you can just sneak in and grab it.

MC: But I really don't want to....

Floyd: You do it or I'll squeeze you.

Look, I'm a Floyd lover to, but this man would be toxic af and we all know it.

Epel:

Eh.... I mean.... he's ok? He's got some anger issues, but he's a relatively good guy. Kinda stubborn. Probably won't do anything you want to do if it sounds stupid. Or girly.

MC: It's just a party!

Epel: And I don't wanna dress up.

MC: It'll be fun.

Epel: I ain't dressing up! That's stuff's too fancy for me!"

But I think he'd be ok otherwise.

(He's honestly hard to say anything bad about....)

Sebek:

..... You're joking, right? Look, he's not a bad guy, but he's got other priorities. You think he's got time for a lover? I think not. He will always - always - put Malleus ahead of you.

MC: I just need help with this one thing.

Sebek: Malleus is not here right now! I must be at his side!

MC: Just help me with this first!

Sebek: Silence! I must go!

And plus he'd always be yelling. You'd go deaf so early. Not to mention he'd probably still only refer to you as human. (like, imagine sex. Him moaning human in your face?) (that example was just the one thing I could think of, sorry)

Silver:

He's gonna be a similar case to Epel. He's not bad, and it's hard to say anything negative about him. But he's just.... eh. I mean, he's got Malleus to worry about, and he's got his little sleeping habits. I couldn't even imagine that shit.

MC: *carrying out a full ass conversation with Silver*

Silver: *deadass asleep*

MC: *not noticing until he wakes up and realizes that have to restate everything they just said*

I would not be able to deal with that shit alongside dealing with everything else going on in life. (Also, he'd kind of have the same thing as Sebek where he prioritizes Malleus over you. Y'know that thing where it's like "Would they sacrifice you to save the world or sacrifice the world to save you?" and just switch out "world" with Malleus and you've got your answer.)

HOLY SHIT I'M DONE!

This has taken.... months....

I'm so tired.....

I wanna sleep....

I do hope you enjoyed these posts (if you even saw them all). They were kind of shit, but it's fine.

#twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland x reader

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punsmaster69 · 9 months ago

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3/MAR/20XX

i lost what the actual argument was about, but i remember this started with a stuffed animal hitting my face.

it smacks into me, and i toss it back to frisk. frisk catches it and continues talking with flowey about something, before tossing it back.

we go back and forth tossing and catching this little plush-butterfly thing while frisk goes back and forth with flowey in conversation.

that quickly derailed into an argument, and the toy was thrown at flowey.

normally this is relatively fine outside of the fact that throwing things isn't nice and i'm s'posed to tell them that, per request of tori.

this time was not normal though, and flowey toppled over backwards off the box he and his pot were placed upon.

so, i have an angry flower wrapped around my arm like he's trying to choke it to death while we pick out a new pot for him.

"Well, no nice ceramic, clearly."

"Can't have anything shatterable like THAT anymore."

"we could put you on wheels or somethin'."

"....What?"

"like a racecar."

"I could have been on wheels this WHOLE TIME?!"

"probably."

"𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭 shame you didn't shatter that thing sooner."

i can't stop myself from wincing when he tightens his vines around my arm suddenly.

"𝐇 𝐞 𝐲."

he freezes.

"kid."

"maybe.. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 try n' break my arm, alright?"

"What the hell was that?"

the vines loosen significantly.

"That... that was NOT comic sans."

"been the same guy this whole time, buddy."

flowey just keeps staring at me with that look on his face.

ignoring it, i pretended to be looking closely at the pot selection from asgore (that undyne and papyrus carried over) intensely.

"you picked out a pot yet or are you gonna keep complaining about fragile ceramics?"

"Whatever it was that made you bring up wheels, I want that."

"you wanna go 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 to the medal, huh? i'll talk with alphys, see what we can cook up."

"for now though, you still gotta pick something to attach the wheels 𝙩𝙤."

he rolled his eyes and glared at the choices in front of him, acting as if his selection of a green pot was completely random.

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frisk's punishment is helping flowey with his chores for a week.

flowey insists it isn't long or harsh enough,

"They could have KILLED me, you know!!"

but frisk gets in a surprising lack of (serious) trouble very often, so toriel was certain that a week is all that's needed.

he tried to get 𝘮𝘦 to ground 'em for longer instead.

"i don't have any jurisdiction over this, kid."

"You do over THIS KID!!"

"nope."

"They even said it themselves!"

"What else do you want? Death penalty?? C'mon, man."

frisk tried to push their bangs out of their face, forgetting that their hair isn't as long as it once was anymore.

"Here- listen..."

"Mom already made me apologize, but."

"I really am sorry, Flowey. Threw the stuffed animal because I figured it'd be the least harmful thing to throw and didn't think about you possibly going off-balance. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Obviously."

"I'm still going to be mad about it."

"..That's fair. Broke your pot, and probably almost your face too."

"I'd be p-"

they glanced at me.

"Upset if YOU did that to ME."

"I get it already, you're sorry for being an idiot, this was an accident, yada-yada."

"Shut up now."

"Okay."

"And get this trashbag out of here!!"

frisk looked at me, and i gave them a shrug.

"ok. seeya."

like a magic act, i pulled a sheet from their bed and held it up to hide me. i dropped it and stepped backwards into our house.

papyrus and undyne were sitting in the middle of the living room floor, chatting loudly.

undyne gave me a quick high-five greeting and went back to their conversation.

met with a slight eye-rolling-minus-the-eyes gesture from my brother, i tossed myself onto the couch and rolled over onto my chest.

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shoulda known.

got put in a pillow and sheet maze again.

#undertale #journal #sans #frisk #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #flowey #sans and flowey #rare asgore mention #papyrus #undyne #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans

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magadauthan · 8 months ago

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Ep 17: Rem Saverem

Day 17 of @trigun98watchparty : Vash and Knives get their origin story.

The viewer has learned over the last sixteen episodes that Vash is not an ordinary human being, or a human being at all. He's prone to weeping at moments of crisis with the name "Rem" on his lips. Now we get some answers.

Rem isn't particularly well characterized in the anime, for obvious reasons; she hadn't been fully written yet. Apparently she was inspired by Ellen Ripley, which is pretty badass.

There's a lot to unpack in this ep and it's not particularly silly, except for Knives' very relatable "I am so done with my mother and brother's shit" face. So, musings.

--The theme of going to the mats to save a child runs through all of Trigun and TriMax. Both Rem and WW will selflessly put themselves in harm's way to protect the young and innocent. Their methods are different.

...their outcomes are the same.

--Rem sees the two Independents as babies in need of care instead of aberrant monsters. To her, they are angels from God, and imo at least part of that is because she likely envisioned building a home and maybe having children with her (lover? husband?) Alex in their new world before he died. Vash and Knives are gifts to her to fill that void of emptiness.

--Brought this up last post, but it's worth remembering that for all their hyperintelligence and accelerated growth, Vash and Knives don't have the human experience of a toddler in their terrible twos/threes. Kids take things as black or white. They do not do nuance; they don't have any length of experience. Everything that's happening right now is the first and only time it's ever happened. How can you consider situations or instances relative to one another, if you have no experience? Or if your experience comes from what you saw on the computer?

--Knives is very aware of his own intelligence and his non-human superiority, but his emotional quotient is zero, and even as he gains experience, he sees no reason to bother with it. Either all humans are good, or all humans are bad. They take and don't give. Even if they do give, they don't fit with the paradigm and are disregarded. He's a child, with no nuance at all.

--Rem's philosophy is that no one has the intrinsic right to deprive another being of its life. The fallacy Knives can't resolve is that everyone has to eat (except him, in Tristamp... hmmm.) He's not wrong; the spider has to eat something. But I think there's a distinction between killing something because you feel like it or think they deserve it, and killing something because you're hungry.

--Back to the black and white - Knives can't resolve that either, because it's nuance, and when it comes to people... he's perfectly fine with messing with the crew's heads to show Vash and Rem that they're wrong. Steve is a dick and an abuser and possibly a rapist (it's unclear whether he actually did rape Mary or whether Knives made her think that he did) but does he deserve to die for it?

--When it comes down to it... I don't think anyone has a black and white answer. That's as far as I'm going with that.

--Vash clearly struggles with this same question but falls on the side of not killing anyone, no matter how threatened he or his loved ones are. Does he have the right to kill anyone? Probably not. Is he justified if there's no other way out? Guess we'll find out.

On a personal note... I appreciate Rem a lot more now than I did 20 years ago, before kids. It ain't easy. She had two of them at once and she did her damn best. Give the woman her mom jeans and a lifetime of appreciation for getting in there and putting her money where her mouth was. That corn ain't gonna shuck itself.

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #Day 17 #rem saverem #vash the stampede #millions knives

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frenziedslashers · 2 years ago

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I HAVE A REQUET FOR RICK‼‼

(Idc what format you use, I'm fine with whatever.) What about Rick crushing on reader? How would he act? Would he confess? Would he show any jealousy? Does he get overly protective? Is he crazy like shane? (Bad joke)

Fr I wanna know how this man is when he is IN LOVE

Bonus points if reader is a lil younger and related to Daryl. 😏

How Rick Grimes acts before and after getting in a relationship:

A/N: AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA I want to write a fic and headcanons to it. For now I'm gonna put down some headcanons, but I might write a fic for it later since I have no other TWD asks 😭 Would you prefer it all in one or like- a multi-chapter fic? Idk how long it would be, totally depends on my creative flow lmao.

Pairing: Rick xGN!Reader

Warnings: Not a lot really, jealousy, the reader is Daryl's younger sibling so Over-protective-older-brother-DarylTM, tell me if you see anything else I should include :)

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

Rick doesn't like to admit to anyone that he's caught feelings for you, especially since he knows Daryl would freak out if he even brought it up. Daryl always had you in his line of sight, making sure that you were okay and nothing happened to you. He already lost Merle, he couldn't lose you, too. So, anytime Rick even so much as approached you he knew he had to hold back on some of the more affectionate things he wanted to do to you. Such as brushing hair out of your face if your hair was long enough to do so, or touching your arms, hands, shoulders, or back. Daryl seemed to shoot down anything Rick did to you, even in a friendly manner.

Rick was good at talking to you when Daryl wasn't around to interrupt the both of you, though. He liked to make excuses to go on runs with just you.

If you know anything about tracking he's asking you to teach him how to do it. It gives him an opportunity to be with you in the forest alone. He'll brush his knuckles against your hand while the both of you walk a little too close.

Whenever he knows - or at least thinks - Daryl isn't looking he likes to place his hand on your shoulder or upper back. Especially when talking with new people. If you're a touchy feely person, he wouldn't mind holding your hand while the both of you strolled or sat next to each other. Or linking pinkies with one another, he finds it to be cute.

If the two of you are relatively close, he likes holding you before he falls asleep. He claims it's so he can fall asleep and to help with his nightmares. Which, he isn't entirely lying. You seem to scare all his bad dreams away.

When his feelings grow stronger for you, the more protective he gets over you. So, now not only do you have Daryl pushing you behind him to protect you from the monsters in front of him - living or dead - you also have Rick behind you. Protecting you from the dead and glaring daggers at the living.

He's even more head over heels for you if you're good with Carl and Judith. He likes watching you interact with his kids. One of his favorite daydreams is you being their new parental figure and he your spouse. Or at least just your boyfriend.

If someone comes around that seems to show interest in you he's watching them interact with you at all times. He's standing far enough away that he can pretend to be doing something else, but his eyes are secretly on the both of you. Watching and making sure that nothing happens. Able to intervene if you show any signs of being uncomfortable.

He winds up getting jealous if you do get closer with someone else. Especially if it's another guy. He's trying to pull you away from them at all costs. Asking you to help him with this or that. Or to watch Judith for him. He's butting into conversations between you and the other person, and Daryl notices it all.

I feel like Daryl would have known that Rick liked you from the beginning. Rick isn't the most secretive guy when it comes to hiding who he likes. Even if he would like to be, he isn't. Daryl is a little bothered by it at first - hence why he would interfere anytime Rick spoke to you - but after a while he accepts it. He knows Rick wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and he trusts him like his own brother.

He's rooting for Rick in the long run over the new guy.

I don't think that Rick would ask you out at first until he realizes you're slipping from his fingers. When he notices that you grow a little more distant that's when he reaches back out to grab you and pull you back in. He wouldn't directly confess, still. You'd wind up having to shout and ask what the hell the two of you were after he stated a disinterest in the new guy you were spending more and more time with.

Rick would eventually confess to you after thinking about it. He didn't want to think about it, but he needed to be sure. He's not letting you slip through his fingers again. He's asking Daryl first. To make sure it's okay so he doesn't step on any toes. Daryl would just smile and chuckle, giving Rick the okay and telling him he trusted him with you. Giving him a sarcastic 'Goodluck, no promises they don' bite.'

Rick wouldn't mind if you bit.

He'd wind up telling you how he felt afterwards, and if you accept his shitty confession he's overflowing with joy. He's never felt more complete in his life.

He'd be a LOT more affectionate once the both of you are in an actual relationship.

He'd be shooting you adoring glances from across the room with soft and toothy grins. He'd tease you any chance he got, and hold your hand. He's pretty fond of kissing your forehead and temples. Letting his hand rest on your mid or lower back. Pulling you close to his side while the both of you stroll Alexandria together.

If anything he's even more protective over you - if that's even possible. His jealousy levels are about the same depending on the person, but he's nearly as bad as Daryl when it comes to protecting you. Pushing you behind him to block you from harms way or standing behind you as your close and rageful backup.

He loves you, before and after he gets in a relationship with you. He knows that much.

#twd #rick Grimes x reader #x reader #joelsgeetar <3 #rick grimes #the walking dead

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taradiddled · 3 months ago

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Ada: We’re not taking the sex out of Hell. That would be impossible. No. Fuck no. But we ARE looking to give more agency to sex workers, and that includes sex workers like YOU, who work in the porn industry, and not just because the Porn Industry is one of Hell’s biggest money-makers.

Ada: You should be getting paid a fair wage, and have actual benefits that exist outside the control of your boss. Your work environment should also be relatively safe, and respectful of your autonomy. If it’s not, then the business should get penalized, and, if it doesn’t clear its shit up in a set time frame, receive further penalties, up until it gets its shit together, or goes bankrupt.

Ada: Pimps will need to register as business owners, and will be taxed accordingly. Pimping without a license will lead to penalties. Abusive pimps will also receive penalties, up to a trip to swimming in Hell’s Lake of Fire, which I hear is a refreshing dip.

Angel: None of that is gonna stop assholes like Valentino from tryin to squeeze by, toots. ‘Specially when they can just beat their workers into silence, or remove someone’s head if they get mouthy.

Ada: There are flaws, yeah, but it’s at least a START. The idea is that we make being a sex worker livable without the need to shack-up with a pimp. There are over a thousand sex workers in Pride, alone, and over half of them are bound to Overlord pimps for the sake of ‘protection’. More than half these pimps don’t pay their fucking taxes, which is concerning, because these pimps actually make a considerable amount of dough.

Angel: Okay. So, if ya are gonna make the pimps pay, what about the workers? Are they gonna get taxed, too?

Ada: Yes, but taxes will be issued based upon a person’s income. A sex worker will be paying less in taxes than a fat-ass pimp, for starters. MUCH less.

Angel: That’s not gonna make Valentino and his buddies happy.

Ada: Fucking fine by me. I’ve already got Lucifer putting a fatter tax on the asshole after all his tax-dodging. If he wants to fight, he can bring the fight to His Majesty himself. Lucifer can smite the fucker with the snap of his hot little fingers. Like. THAT.

Angel: …rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiight. I can still see plenty of ways this can go tits-up, sweetheart.

Ada: Me, too. But I’m game for a fight, if that’s what these assholes want. Been over half a year since I got to swing a fist and kick some ass. I used to have to put up with Lucifer’s brother punching me around, and that was when I didn’t FIGHT BACK. If these assholes think I can’t take a hit and get back up running…they’ve got another fucking thing coming.

#from adam to ada

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thecomfortable · 9 months ago

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Sleepover: The Aftermath

That's right folks! I finally fucking finished the long-awaited 3rd chapter! Sorry it took so long.) Also, @needledump I know you waited a long time for this!!

A TMNT 2012 fanfic Word Count: 2718 Warnings: Jokingly references incest. Ships: Leo x April, Shini x Karai

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

“I can think of a substitute.”

“Oh really and what’s… t-that…”

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Leo and April did not sleep or don’t remember falling asleep at least. In fact, when the pair had re-entered the dojo, they had been bombarded with so many teasing questions that by the time it reached midnight, their cheeks were stained red. Of course, his brothers passed out at around one, having worn themselves out laughing hysterically at the pair’s embarrassment.

But now the moment came to lay down on their futons, which would’ve been fine- except they were right next to each other. They hadn’t really noticed when they first sat down; they were quickly overwhelmed by mocking praise before they had the chance to gain their bearings. Only after Raph had slurred out a quiet ‘losers gonna make out in a sewer drain’ - ‘you’ve already done that’ was April’s reply - and clocked out did the pair realise their position.

It was a brief moment of prolonged eye contact before April lay down. Leo followed suit a few moments later. Again, they stared at each other under the cover of darkness. Then, Leo smiled; a nervous one, may it be, but a smile. It was hard to see, but regardless, April did and gave a shy grin in return.

Slowly, this quaint little moment became somewhat tense. I mean, they were next to each other, right next to each other. The way their futons were positioned made it feel like they were lying on a queen-sized bed. They were so close. So—

I can think of a substitute.

Leo rolled over and covered his face with his hands. April pulled the covers up over her head and mentally berated herself. They had kissed.

They had actually kissed.

Of course, the two were giddy. Of course, the two were relieved, but there was one thing weighing on their thoughts, one thing you’d think would be easy to figure out.

“AH!” Leo had awoken to a crushing weight on his back. “Get off Mikey!” Raph and Mikey had gotten into a tussle relatively early in the morning - Mikey had slapped Raph roughly across the face whilst still fast asleep, not that he felt bad. The slap wasn’t the action that set the red-clad turtle off; it was Mikey’s malicious grin after finding out what he had done from Donnie.

Were they actually dating?

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“Sorry, Leo!” Mikey scrambled off his brother’s back only to trip backwards over April, who reacted similarly to Leo. “Sorry! Sorry! Wait—” Raph made a running leap over the two groggy figures and crashed into the younger, causing both to tumble roughly across the tatami mats.

“Good-morning~!” Donnie chimed over the ruckus. “Would you like breakfast?” April and Leo, still thoroughly put out after being yanked abruptly out of unconsciousness, nodded and followed - or limped behind in Leo’s case - the lanky turtle into the kitchen, leaving Raph and Mikey to wrestle on the ground. “We have eggs, bacon…” Donnie opened the fridge and stared warily at the contents. “Pizza,” He closed the fridge. “Mostly pizza.”

“This cafè is terrible. I’m leaving a one-star review.” April scoffed, sitting down at the table. Leo chuckled vaguely and decided to scan the fridge’s contents himself, leaving his injured foot hovering a few inches above the floor. Pizza boxes lined each shelf, and Leo counted around six in total. The eggs and bacon had been shoved carelessly to the side as pizza obviously took priority over anything else edible. Grabbing the carton of eggs, Leo closed the fridge and maneuvered himself around Donatello.

“Is zero an option because half the eggs are busted.” Leo stared down at the carton in exasperation. Donnie glanced over his shoulder and scowled.

“It’s been a day, and they’re already– Ugh… Mikey! Get in here!” The ruckus in the dojo died out, and Mikey hurried to the kitchen. Donnie pointed at the eggs and raised a brow. “Eggs are cracked. What happened?” He asked flatly, to which Mikey stared in mild surprise.

“I didn’t put the pizzas away, D.” The freckled turtle insisted, now looking somewhat dejected. He’d hoped to combine his pepperoni pizza with bacon and eggs to see how it meshed. “Raph did.” Donnie crossed his arms and shot Raph - who had joined the others a few minutes after Mikey - a very sour expression.

“Couldn’t see.” Raph said gruffly.

“Turn the light on next time.” Leo mused, leaning down to open a sink cupboard and pulling out a frying pan. Raph feigned offense.

“It’s not like I’m gonna trip and fall! Hey, speaking of falling-” Raph smirked. “How’s your foot doing?” Two injuries happened concurrently after this question: Leo smacked his head on the cupboard roof while April jolted and slammed her bare foot into the table leg. They both yelped in pain, leaving the brothers to lose it completely. The leader wobbled slightly as he stood up before glaring at Raph. “What? Can’t a guy show some compassion towards his big brother?” Raph’s mocking response was followed swiftly by the giggles of the younger brothers.

“Yeah, yeah.” Leo placed the pan on the stove and cracked one of the eggs. “Compassion. Shut up.” The three brothers laughed silently at the table.

After spending a few moments hunched over and gripping her foot, April sat up and watched the leader reluctantly. She would offer to help with the cooking… if she knew how. The most she could handle was toast, noodles and sandwiches; even then, toast could be burnt to a crisp. She nudged Raph and gestured to Leo’s foot.

“We’re already talking about that-” Raph paused after noticing April’s cold expression and suddenly realised that his injured brother was making his uninjured family breakfast. “Leo, wait– Let me handle that.” The leader was quickly dragged away from the stove and seated beside April before being replaced by a rather sheepish-looking Raph.

Again, the pair were beside one another. Unfortunately, they weren’t alone.

“So,” Mikey clasped his hands together and grinned. “What’s happening?” When neither gave an answer, he pushed a little further. “I mean- You dudes were definitely up to something.” That comment garnered a quick response.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Whoa! Whoa! Chillax dudes… I’m just asking if you got up to anything… weird if ya know what I mean—”

“NO!”

Hysterical. That’s how you could describe the younger turtles in the room. So hysterical, in fact, that Raph had to move away from the stove for his own safety. Each brother was doubled over in mirth, laughter echoing through the lair. Truly the best wingmen in existence. Of course, with Raph away from the stove, it was only a matter of time before the eggs started to smoke. With a flick of her hand, April turned the knob of the stove.

“Raphael! Eggs!” She yelled, gesturing wildly at the pan. Raph jolted harshly and snatched the pan off the stove as breathless wheezes emanated from Donnie and Mikey. It took a few moments before Raph had slid the eggs onto a separate plate, before hurrying to fill the pan with bacon. April glanced over at the eggs and grimaced. “Geez… If I had known you’d burn the eggs, I would’ve made them myself.”

“Pff–”

April’s expression faltered and her eyes flickered back to the leader. He was chuckling softly into his hand, staring at the mess of charred food. The fuzzy feeling punched her hard in the gut. Leo barely laughed anymore, let alone because of April, and yet she had managed to make him laugh not once but twice over the weekend. Feeling rather satisfied, the red-head entertained this thought with shameless mental fantasies.

Leo had long ceased chuckling, opting to watch Raph hurry around the kitchen and quietly grumble to himself. When Raph rushed over to a cupboard, Leo’s eyes happened to cross over April. The red-clad ninja returned to the stove without the lingering gaze of his brother; it had seemingly fallen to the floor. April wasn’t just looking at him; she was admiring him. Leo brought a hand up to cover his face and a quick glance told him April knew he was flustered… and was probably enjoying it.

---

Breakfast was simple enough as the focus of discussion soon shifted to Raph's burnt eggs and the pair were left to shoot furtive glances back and forth. As most of this tripartite has shown, sweet moments such as these, do not last long. Much to their embarrassment, the brother's discussion soon took a turn for the worse. It had started with Raph's ability to cook for Mona, if they were ever to settle down.

"You can't be a good house husband if you can't cook, dude." Mikey's chair rocked precariously on its hind legs as he kicked his brother's shin.

"I wasn't trying to burn— wait, house husband?" Raph set down his toast and raised a brow. Mikey smirked in response. The small push Raph gave with his own foot was enough to nearly topple the younger, who promptly shrieked in shock, clamped his mouth shut and went red.

"I'm with Raph on this one," Donnie gingerly lifted his toast, trying to avoid losing any loose egg. "Leo would make a better house husband." A pointed look was shot at April as he shovelled a large portion of toast into his mouth.

Remember that turn for the worse?

"Wait, are you two like, actually dating?" Mikey asked, an expression of suspicion had dawned upon his face. "Or is this a repeat of the Donnie situation?" Two people were stung by that comment and a tense silence filled the room. April began playing with her toast. In any normal situation Leo would have told her off for doing so but he seemed to be just as put-out as his purple-clad brother.

Yet it was him who gained composure first.

"Yes." The abrupt response threw April through a loop and the fuzzy feeling returned full throttle. Leo apparently registered what he had just said and quickly added, "Well, something like that– It was more like an agreement than anything so, uh…" His voice trailed off as he noticed April's expression. It was hard to miss the bright smile on her face.

"No, we're dating alright!" She said quickly, turning to face Leo who's face, so recently pink with nervousness, now starkly red in response to April's confirmation. "Definitely dating."

Mikey gagged. Leo kicked his chair and, owing to his already precarious balancing act, knocked him backwards onto the floor. This was enough to distract Raph but Donnie remained focused on the pair.

April shifted slightly under his gaze. "I already promised to put my all into this Don."

"That's what the kiss was for." Leo added thoughtlessly. Well, that was enough to regain the other's attention. He cringed slightly as the two swamped their side of the table. "Ignore that. Please, ignore that."

"Nuh-uh."

"Not happening."

How could Leo dare to think otherwise.

“You kissed and didn't bother to tell us! Dude… we're your brothers.” Said Mikey, practically glued to Leo's shoulder; Raph had placed a firm hand on April's. “And we're, like, you're besties April!” He insisted only for Raph to throw in his ten cents:

"Wouldn't we technically be her brothers now?"

"Since when is dating the same as marriage?" April’s freckles were lost in a sea of red; Leo was currently regretting ever finding Karai remotely attractive as the prospect of marriage was definitely not his first thought. Repressing that shame into the depths of his brain, Leo cleared his throat.

"Guys, come on. Does it really matter if we kissed? We're–" Leo faltered, taking a moment to process what he was about to say… for the second time. "We're dating. S-So it's a given, right? I mean- Raph kissed Mona early on- really early on a-and they had only just met a few hours before! So how can this be that shocking to you guys?" That response was met with somewhat shocked silence and a wide grin from April. If only to mock his own confidence, while standing up to put his dish in the sink, Leo forgot about his injured foot and fell back right into April's lap.

The hysterical laughter returned tenfold.

---

It wasn’t long before Casey found out. At first he sent Mikey a text that read: [WAJXOT WHATS HAPEENDUNG]. After which was followed by an accidental video call that consisted of several blurred images and glitched yelling. Suffice to say, he was over in fifteen minutes.

“I thought you said you wanted to be with fami—” Donnie was flat out ignored as Casey leaped over the dysfunction turnstiles. A beeline was made towards April, who nearly tumbled backwards in surprise.

“Him? You mean I've been rivals with the wrong person the entire time!” He gestured frantically at Leo. Donnie, seemingly annoyed by this statement, threw a pencil at Casey's head. “Ow! Hey! I was just saying–”

“Not the entire time Casey—” April started, taking a seat on the stairs so that Casey couldn’t knock her over. This attempt at reassurance, however, took Donnie by surprise.

“So you did like me?” He said incredulously.

“That means… I had two rivals!” Casey grumbled. “Great.” He plopped himself down beside April and gave the ceiling a grimace.

“Just think about it this way Casey,” Raph placed a hand on the lanky teen's shoulder. “At least Donnie didn't win.”

“He didn't win either.” Donnie mumbled under his breath. Casey decided to ignore this remark, cross his arms and pout. April gave him an apologetic look to which Casey sighed heavily and shrugged.

“More like- ‘At least it wasn't someone from the football team’.” He huffed. April now gave him a disgruntled expression. The brothers didn't bother to ask why.

“Football is better than hockey then?” Raph asked curiously. April gave a short laugh. This spurred on Casey who chuckled slightly.

“I actually tried out for the football team once-” Casey stood up and, puffing out his chest, put on a voice adjacent to a caveman, “Your boyfriend isn't here, twink. Check the cheerleaders.” April snickered into her hand. “Let me tell you- I ended up going to the cheerleaders,” The lanky teen put his hands on his hips and cocked his head. “Aren't you like- the guy who was bashed by Brad behind the labs? Which, no Sandra, I wasn't!”

“Except you did lose that fight with Martin.” April interjected, somewhat glad that Casey's priorities now didn't include her relationship with Leo.

“I didn't realise the dude was 6’8!” Raph failed to hide a snort whilst Mikey broke into loud cackles. “A-And it wasn’t even a fight! The guy just came up and decked me outta nowhere!” Casey insisted, backing up his claim with a wild swing.

“Oh yes, and talking to the girlfriend of a high-strung quarter-back while standing directly in front of him totally wasn’t a stupid idea.” April mused as Casey sat back down, who shot her a glare. “I’m not saying you deserved it! But you do have to admit-” Casey shoved her face away.

“I’m surprised you go to class enough to make enemies with people.” Donnie said bluntly. “Didn’t you skip math for a month straight or something?” As Casey began explainly himself to a frankly unimpressed Donatello, Leo quietly made his way over to the stairs and sat down beside April. Both of them look somewhat exhausted. Not enough sleep combined with constant questioning and teasing resulted in a feeling that was eerily similar to having a pillow shoved over your face.

---

“So Leo went with the boring option.” Karai looked up from her phone and lazily showed the text conversation to Shini. Mikey had hurriedly shot a text to her at around the same time he did Casey.

“If you consider Raph and Mona’s relationship to be spicy, do you think this relationship tastes like water?” Shini responded, with a slight grin on her face. Karai looked at her for a moment.

“I thought our relationship was the spicy one?”

“Ours is fruity.”

“My name literally means spicy though-”

“My name means God of death. By your rules our relationship would taste like burnt, rotten flesh.”

---

Leo stared at his phone.

[Shini says your relationship would taste like water.]

[What.]

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