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power-of-ages-writeblr · 1 year ago
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YOOOOOO MY BOYYYYYYY
A Wild Figroth appears.
Hello world!
I'm Figroth. For a long time, I've wanted to be a writer, but unfortunately the last few years I've been struggling to produce a lot of writing. Although I want to write actual books eventually, I think I might need to start learning how to walk again, before I run.
So for this purpose, I thought I would challenge myself to write a short story or story segment every week (at the least frequent). The odds are against me, but I want to try to see how far I get. If you by any chance find this and take a liking to what you see, all the better for all of us. Writing is after all best when shared with people.
I don't know how long or consistent the stories are going to be. I want to prioritise posting something (anything) every week, so length (let along quality or polish) might be sacrificed in the altar of meeting the schedule. Nonetheless, I hope that what I deliver will be complete stories that will keep your interest.
Perhaps, we might see recurring characters or settings as the weeks stretch with stories that connect to each other, but I won't promise a continuous story for that is a rather scary commitment at the moment that could stop this venture in its tracks.
My main interests in writing involve fantasy and maybe a bit of sci-fi, so that's probably the most that you'll be seeing out of me.
With that being said, if you choose to follow me on this journey, I thank you very much.
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viviennevermillion · 1 year ago
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when they know you like them
⟡ notes: first time writing for record of ragnarok yayy! guys if you haven't seen this show you should watch it, we have tournament arc, pretty men and sad backstories. comments are appreciated.
⟡ contains: character x gn!reader, how they act when they know you like them but you haven't told them, varying lengths because i am inherently biased
⟡ characters: buddha, beelzebub, hades, nikola
⟡ warnings: all of these are fluff except for beel's which is full of soul-crushing angst i am sorry
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He's such a tease and you can't even be mad at him because unlike Loki or Hermes he's genuinely sweet about it. He overheard Brunhilde talking about how you like him and he decided to have some fun with it first before he confesses.
You meet him by the tree he likes to relax under before his fight and he's happy to see you. "Hi fam! What a pleasant surprise!", he exclaims and waves at you when he sees you walking towards him from a distance, "to what do I owe the honor?"
When you tell him you just wanted to wish him luck before his battle, he grins and pats your head repeatedly before resorting to poking your cheek. "That's sweet of you, bud", he sits down under the tree again and pats the patch of grass by his side, gesturing for you to join him; an offer which you gladly accept.
"I know you don't like being told what to do", you start and let out a sigh, "but don't you die on me out there..."
He lets out a hearty laugh.
"I'll accept it this once, because it's you", he chuckles and leans closer, whispering in your ear with a tone of voice that sounds like it's laced with honey, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about dear old me..."
You stay silent in response to this, which just seems to amuse him more. "You know…best not to lose yourself in worry and fear, it does not do you any good", he warns with a challenging tone, cupping your cheek gently to inspect the emotion that's showing on your face, "getting too attached can often be our demise..."
"I'm good, thank you", you reply dryly, not giving in to his teasing. You reach into your bag to pull out some candy you brought along. "Offer for my favorite god", you state nonchalantly and hand it to him. "So I'm your favorite, huh?", he chuckles, booping your nose, "that's interesting."
He eats some of the candy and remarks that it's tasty before his attention shifts to you again. "I found meditation can help with worries like yours", he explains but can't hide the smile that's tucking at the corner of his lips, as he's fully aware how easily your focus shifts when he's around, "I can show you some techniques if you'd like."
So he spends the next 10 minutes instructing you on meditation and you're trying, but at this point you're suspecting that with the way he keeps whispering instructions into your ear and leans close to you or holds your hand, he's setting you up to fail. "I'm starting this on heightened difficulty", you mumble dryly and he chuckles again. He's clearly having a blast with this.
He's leaning so close to you that you can feel his breath on your lips and he's like "do you feel enlightened yet?"
You open your eyes to glare at him. "You're the bane of my existence."
He forms two peace signs with his hands and sends you an innocent smile. "That's when I'm at my cutest!"
Before he leaves for his fight he gently pulls you into his arms. "Don't worry too much, buddy, I'll be fine", he has his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relaxing into the warmth of his chest. "I'll see you after the fight, pinky promise", he smiles and gently squeezes you before making his way to the arena.
When you join him again after the battle he's finishing up that bag of candy you gave to him. "I heard you bailed from the infirmary", you let out a sigh and sit down next to him in the grass. "Are you here to drag me back?", he sends you a questioning gaze. You shake your head. "I know better than to try that."
He lets out a satisfied hum and you hug him. "I'm glad you're okay", you whisper and he looks at you with a fond expression, way softer than what you're used to from him. "I told you not to worry too much", he keeps an arm wrapped around you and leans closer to you again until your lips are almost touching, "I think you need more meditation." He grins and plops a candy into his mouth.
You look at him through half-lidded eyes and sigh. "You know what- fuck this shit, next time I'll just bring pocky."
He lets out a laugh and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. "That's one way to do it."
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One word: Panic
He meets you after his round because you're one of the people who tend to his wounds. You're so sweet to him; you have no idea, not the faintest clue about the curse he is afflicted by.
He's darkness incarnate, at least in his mind; only ever leaving his secluded quarters these days to fight; like in the tournament. To fight, never to protect. His hands weren't made for protection; his heart wasn't made to be loved. But who can really help the things they long for in this life?
Meanwhile, you're like a ray of the sun that mistakenly fell into the depths of hell from which he crawled. He had been shunned; detested for what he was, yet you didn't seem to notice. He thought it was stupid. Or perhaps these were his defenses talking.
Or maybe you knew exactly who he was and simply chose to pay it no mind. Also stupid.
He acted cold around you in the infirmary. Brushed you off with quick responses. Yet you always smiled at him with this carefree, kind expression on your face. Just the way his friends had done once upon a time. Images flashed his mind of their dead bodies and the horror of what he had done. He didn't mean to, he knew he was cursed, yet he hated himself; hated that he was host to the monster that lived within him.
He left the infirmary early that day. Best not to spend too much time around people who were nice to him. It might just get them killed, he thought with bitterness clouding his mind.
But you weren't convinced when he had told you that he was fine upon leaving. So to make sure you didn't release him in bad condition, you sent him a letter, asking him how he was faring. To be honest, you didn't expect that he would actually respond, considering how closed off he was when he met you. But Beelzebub was a lonely man. Terribly lonely and suffering in silence without an ounce of company, just waiting for the day someone or something would be able to put an end to his existence. But that was a dream that felt far out of his reach. So he settled for the next best thing: easing the pain.
So for the next few weeks, the two of you changed letters and every time he opened up a little, you felt joyful and loved that you were getting to know him better.
When you ask him out one day, Beel's heart freezes. This was all too familiar... attachment. Something he couldn't allow himself to have. Something that would bring destruction upon the innocent.
He clutched the letter tightly in his hand, crumpling the paper in the process as he paced back and forth through his room, trying to calm his breathing; trying to make the thought of Lilith's dead body leave his mind. He couldn't allow anything to happen to you. He was a monster and you didn't deserve to become the next tragedy in his life. For weeks now since you had started exchanging letters he put extra locks on his doors at night; some of them with numbers only he knew; he'd freeze the keys and hide them throughout his room in the hopes that he would wake up before the monster could escape the confines it was in.
After receiving the letter where you had confessed that you had taken a liking to him and would like to go out with him; he woke up on the following morning with his room in shambles. Some of the furniture was torn apart, papers were scattered across the floor and the door showed signs of abuse and violence; large scratch marks and some broken locks.
He sent you a letter inquiring about your well-being this time. The wait for your response was spent in agony.
When he finally received a letter back; being informed that you weren't anywhere near his room that night, that you were safe and sound; relief washed over him.
But that was the last letter he ever sent. He deemed it too dangerous to keep you around. You deserved to live and to thrive. Nothing that should be cut short because of his selfish desire for companionship.
As the months went by, the letters got less and less. Until finally you stopped sending them. That was the first time he had cried since Lilith's death. The first time he had slumped down on the floor and sobbed helplessly. His room became silent again. He was alone once more with nothing but the shadow of what could have been.
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The only one who is actually normal about the whole thing.
Hades is a gentleman and he doesn't have enough humor in his heart to tease you like some of his fellow gods would.
Once he has a hunch that you have feelings for him; he prepares to ask you out.
He's very classy with it. He buys you a bouquet of roses and brings them to you, greeting you with a soft smile that few actually get to see on his face. He appears confident and casual; the only sign of nervousness being that he keeps fidgeting with the collar of his shirt without noticing.
Of course you immediately notice the bouquet. But you don't bring it up until he does. "Hades! Good to see you", you greet him and give him a smile. He smiles back at you. "Y/n, I- was wondering if you'd like to have dinner sometime?", he stumbles over his words one time but overall delivers the question very professionally.
You're a little caught off-guard. After all; Hades is not someone where you notice he has feelings for you unless he decides to let you know. "Oh...", you take a moment to process, "I'd love to!"
Hades is glad to hear that answer. Whatever was he worried about anyway?
He takes you to a nice restaurant on your date, both of you dressed up in fine clothes and Hades can't keep his eyes off you. His expression softens every time he looks at you and he finally realizes how much you make him weak in the knees.
Despite everything, he keeps his confident demeanor, offering to pay for your meal and making conversation with you during the date so the atmosphere never turns awkward.
It's mostly him complaining about his job really.
"And it's not even like they don't know that trying to feed the Cerberus is forbidden; it's very clearly stated in the 'Welcome to Helheim' leaflet and yet every month someone loses an arm to that thing-", he pauses in his rant to look up at you, "I'm sorry if you don't want to hear about my work."
You shake your head. "It's fine, I think it's quite interesting", you reach for his hand and hold it on the table, "hold on- there's a leaflet?"
Hades chuckles and pulls said leaflet out of his pocket, handing it to you. "Rule Nr. 2: 'You cannot actually climb out of Helheim. Seriously, stop trying'", you read aloud and raise your eyebrows, "I feel like there's a story behind that one." Hades gives you a painful expression. "I wish there wasn't."
Hades likes holding your hand on the dinner table and he always makes sure that you have a comfortable and fun evening
Despite his calm and serious demeanor, the man is absolutely whipped for you, so the more chaotic you are, the more likely it is that he'll end up joining you in shenanigans that are unlike anything he'd do if you weren't a part of his life.
Loki once catches him dancing in the rain with you, absolutely drenched from the water and Hades just sends him a death glare. "Not a word." Meanwhile Loki is just trying to keep his wheezing in.
If he feels like you're up for it, Hades asks if he can kiss you after the date. For a man so stoic and serious, his kiss is very gentle.
You never have to worry about Hades knowing how you feel about him because your feelings are in good hands with him.
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Is probably having a whole crisis about this.
He doesn't even notice you like him, he just sees you as "y/n, who listens to me talk about science" and that's what he appreciates you for. He has such tunnel vision when it comes to his work that he doesn't even stop to consider how he feels about you until Raiden of all people brings it up.
He's like "Wow you're so lucky that someone like y/n has their eyes on you!" and Nikola stops in his tracks like excuse me what-
"Don't tell me you didn't notice... they're down bad for you?!"
The shared human contestants lobby was a mistake, Nikola thinks
Other people have to spell out all the obvious signs to him that show that you're romantically interested in him for Nikola to "subscribe to the hypothesis"
That's when the panic starts.
"Like, what do I even do, I've never been on a date before!"
Raiden raises an eyebrow: "Seriously? Never?"
Nikola corrects himself as he paces from one side of the room to the other. "Well technically I have been on ONE date before but it was a disaster because I accidentally caused the misconception that I'm trying to build a nuclear bomb, which i wasn't-"
Basically, Nikola has no fucking idea how to approach romance
He ends up sending his pigeon to deliver a letter to you, asking you out on a date, which he describes as "a fun day full of scientific experiments" and he's ecstatic when your answer is yes.
"Don't worry, this'll be fine, I even got them a gift", Nikola says, excited about your date.
The "gift" turned out to be a giant laser he built specifically for you. He was confident in it at first but ever since people kept telling him that usually flowers or chocolate are appropriate first date gifts, he's been nervous. To everyone's surprise, you end up absolutely loving it.
"Oh my god I've always wanted a giant laser!"
"See? That's what I said too", Nikola gives you a fist-bump.
Nevermind you're going to fit together just fine.
Your date mostly consists of him guiding you through various science experiments and rambling about the scientific principles behind them.
"I understood nothing of what it was you just said but I think it's endearing how passionate you are about this", you chuckle.
His last experiment is one where he turns the lights in the room off and uses several lenses and light sources to make beautiful lights in all colors dance across the walls and the ceiling of the room. You're in awe about the beautiful sight.
"You see, this happens because the light reflects off the-" he can't finish his sentence because he's caught off-guard by the kiss you press to his cheek. You then lean your head on his shoulder. "Let's just watch them for a while", you whisper and reach for his hand. He supposes he can continue explaining later and smiles at you softly.
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everythingisromant1c · 2 months ago
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p2: three reasons why you can't stand co-star!james potter
co-star!james potter x actress!reader
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summary: you were finding the first days of shooting your new TV show to be absolutely amazing, aside from the fact that you absolutely could not stand your co-star James Potter. unfortunately for you, you spent enough time around him to narrow down his most irritating qualities to only three:
a/n: hey so this took waayyy longer than i would've hoped to release, but i promise this series is not going anywhere, so tysm for all the loveee and all ur guys' patience <33
also pls pls pls feel free to send in prompt requests for this series i am so all ears
full series: Trouble in Hollywood - masterlist
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1. He was insufferably good at his job
You wished you could say working with James Potter was such a challenge because he was simply bad at his job. But the thing was: he wasn't. It turned out he was really the impeccably good actor that your director Minerva seemed to swear he was, as if the talent truly was seeping through his veins. Somehow, that only made working with him more frustrating to you.
"Aaron, you've got to believe me."
James had come to you during the middle of hair and makeup and asked you to rehearse lines with him even before official rehearsals for the day's shooting began, saying it would make him feel more prepared. And, as much as you hated it, you felt the same. Your only regret was thinking you'd be able to stand him and his arrogance before seven in the morning.
"Why should I, Cassidy?"
The brunette responded to you fully in character, leaning back against a nearby vanity with his long legs crossed in front of him as you sat in your cushioned chair. He apparently got out of hair and makeup in under a matter of minutes, looking effortlessly put together with his curls hanging perfectly over his forehead—you didn't have the same luck. Your lovely makeup artist Mary seemed to be unbothered by the interruptions, continuing on with your makeup as you rehearsed your lines, though you caught her amused smile every once in a while from her reflection in the mirror.
"Because..." you began, trying to stay in character as your brain scrambled for your next line.
"You're supposed to say," cut in James, "'-because we can only trust each other right now.'"
"Please stop telling me my lines, James." You repeated the irritated request you'd uttered all morning to him as you put a tired hand to the bridge of your nose, one that Mary moved away hurriedly.
"Watch your makeup," she pleaded with a powder-filled brush to your nose , and you winced apologetically.
"Did you just want me to stand here and wait for you to remember them?" James's voice poked at you irritatingly as you stared up at him from your seat.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want." You fought from rolling your eyes. "You could at least give me a second. I didn't even ask for my line."
He raised his brows with an acquiescent sigh. "Whatever the lady wants."
Ignoring him, a skill you were growing like a muscle, you cleared your throat in focus, trying not to move too much as Mary blended some product on your neck. "Because we can only trust each other right now."
James quickly jumped back into character, right on time. "That didn't mean anything to you the other night."
"I already told you I'm sorry for that. When I heard all the rumors, I ..." you cursed at yourself as your mind drew another painful, embarrassing blank.
"-I didn't know what to think." James looked anything but guilty as his voice met your ears once again, finishing your line for you without fail.
"James!" You glared at him, doing your best to stay out in your chair and not storm out of the trailer he'd so brazenly infiltrated. You shook your head to yourself through your reflection in the brightly lit mirrors . "You're impossible."
James shrugged innocently. "I don't get why you're mad at me for trying to help."
"I'm not."
He scoffed, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. "So is this what you look like when you're happy with me?" The corner of his aggravating lips lifted along with his shoulder in a small shrug, before turning away again. "Isn't very much like how I've pictured it."
You didn't miss the way Mary let out a small breath of laughter from her nose as she switched over to doting on your hair. You gritted your teeth.
"I mean, I'm not mad at you for helping. I'm mad at you because you're annoying."
He crossed his arms defensively, his lips still quirked up, and you fought against the urge within you that had your eyes following the movement of his biceps. "I'm annoying?"
The feigned disbelief in his voice snapped your back to your right mind.
"Yes," you answered plainly. "You and your posh accent."
Maybe you'd stopped making sense, but it was too early for you to care. James was watching your meltdown with what you could only identify as merriment, his unfortunately unignorable presence taking up too much space in the cramped makeup trailer.
Thankfully choosing to ignore the part about his accent, he put up his hands innocently. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who keeps forgetting their lines."
"We just got the updated script for this episode last night." You shifted in your chair to face him, and you heard Mary wince from behind you, probably getting fed up with how much you were moving around, though you were too annoyed to stop yourself. "How the hell are you already off-book?"
James shrugged smugly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward. You squinted your eyes at him. "An actor never reveals his secrets, love."
You twisted your mouth in disgust at his words—because you definitely felt something as he said them, whether it was disgust or not you didn't want to think about—and probably only made him more satisfied. "Mary," you groaned, looking at her through the mirror in front of you. "I think I'm going to be sick."
She shook her head and gave your reflection a sharp look back. "Not in that freshly ironed shirt you're not."
You sighed, settling back into your chair and sparing another glance at the man to your right. He tipped his head at you, almost tauntingly, and you felt your jaw tighten. It was going to be a long day.
2. Everyone else seemed to love him
You'd been going about your Thursday innocently, filming scenes when called upon—finally having memorized all your lines properly—and somehow getting through the morning without any irritating interactions with your least favorite person on set at the moment. That good feeling, of course, could only last so long.
"What's this?"
Minerva, your director, had been walking around set with you until you both stopped at the sight of a crowd forming outside one of the sets. You followed her, making your way through the crowd of your fellow actors and crew members until you were met with a nauseating sight: James Potter.
At the sight of your director, his already proud smile grew to a beaming one, almost blinding, as he greeted her. "We've all been really busy with this week's filming schedule, Minnie, and you mentioned what a hassle it's been ordering enough food for everyone every day with our budget, so I pulled some strings and got my family's chef to cater our lunch."
Your jaw slacked as he nodded his head to his left, where a number of tables were set up with what looked like pizza ingredients, a moustached-man in a chef hat standing behind the scene proudly. You couldn't believe your eyes. Apparently, neither could the woman next to you.
"Oh my- James this is ... amazing!" Minerva—or Minnie, as James somehow had grown accustomed to calling her—turned to your co-star, expression as bright and beaming as James's crowd-pleasing smile was. "But you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble-"
"It was no trouble at all. Francis was more than happy to help."
He waved a hand at the chef, who you assumed was the 'Francis' in question, who nodded back at him happily with a pizza cutter in his hand. It was like something out of a movie, the way everyone clapped for James who stood at the front of the crowd like the beloved man he was. You felt sick to your stomach.
"What's wrong? Do you not like the pizza?"
You'd taken your lunch shamefully, making sure to hide your amazement at the endless selection of pizza toppings that James had arranged at the build-your-own-pizza station, and were sitting with Remus, who you'd met at auditions for the show and luckily got casted in a role other than one that'd gone to James, and Sirius, another one of your co-stars who you'd quickly become friends with since you spent practically all your time on set nowadays.
You looked up at Remus briefly before returning your gaze to the pizza in front of you, the perfect slice underneath the sun seeming to taunt you. "No," you grumbled. "The pizza's amazing."
Sirius chuckled. "You'd think you'd be happy about that."
"I would, aside from the fact that it was Potter who brought it in."
The black-haired man tipped his head at you curiously. "What's your problem with James again?"
You shook your head forebodingly. "Don't tell me he's brainwashed you both with his hundred-dollar pizza too."
"I doubt the pizza's that much money." Remus bit into the slice in his hand, talking through the bite. "But it is pretty delicious."
"It is," Sirius nodded. "It was pretty nice of him to cover lunch for the day. If anything, you'd think you'd like him more for this."
You groaned. "He brought in his family's private chef, for God's sake. It's not like he rescued a cat from a tree or something."
Sirius and Remus shared a look as you spoke. You knew you sounded ridiculous, but you currently lacked enough dignity to care as yet another slice of pizza sat on your plate, ready to be eaten.
"James is actually a really nice lad," reasoned Sirius. "Take it from us. We kind of grew up with him."
That fact had yet to escape you as soon as you'd met the two of them. According to the stories they'd relayed to you, Remus's mum had been an on-set tutor to James growing up when he was acting in some movie, while Sirius's parents had been producers for some of James's parents' films. Safe to say, the three of them certainly left you feeling inexperienced in the world of acting.
"James should be the least of your worries," urged Remus. "He's harmless."
"If he's so harmless, then why has he gone out of his way to be a pain in my ass since I met him?"
Sirius snorted. "We said he's harmless, not that he's not an idiot sometimes."
"But," Remus added, "whatever James has done, just know that it always comes from a good place. The man doesn't have a mean bone in his body."
You sighed inwardly. The James Potter you knew seemed to be very different from the one that everyone else seemed to be familiar with, and it was driving you crazy.
3. He was an obnoxious flirt
When you said 'flirt', you not only meant that he flirted with you—unfortunately—but that he seemed to flirt with anyone in sight, whether he realized it or not. In fact, you'd been forced to watch as he smooth-talked one of the hairstylists on set for the past ten minutes.
You couldn't hear everything they were saying, thank god, but you were sure she was probably more charmed by the fact that his last name was Potter than anything he could remotely come up with to win her over. You'd had enough conversations with him to know that the movie-star smiles he offered were enough to charm people before they realized just how insufferable he was.
After what felt like hours, he said something to the woman in parting and left her looking flushed and smiley as he strolled away. You sighed, happy to finally be rid of distractions, and looked back down at the script on your lap that you were trying to memorize but stopped almost immediately as you felt an unwelcome presence lingering from in front of you. You looked up and fought a groan.
James tipped his head at you innocently. "You wanted me?"
You tensed at his phrasing and did your best to go back to ignoring him as you focused back on your script. "I did not."
Not taking the hint, as usual, he stayed put, shoving his hands in his well-tailored pockets. "Well, you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes, so I just assumed you had something to say."
"Well, you assumed wrong." You gave him a tight-lipped smile from where you sat. "And I wasn't staring. I just miraculously found it hard to concentrate on memorizing lines when you were harassing that hairstylist right next to me."
He squinted at you quizzically before shaking his head, finding your banter more amusing than you probably were. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me."
You scoffed, blinking rapidly to truly portray your disbelief. "You wish. Reality is, Potter—I think I hate you."
James peered at you with a glint in his eye like he'd never heard anything more amusing, leaning back against the wall next to you. "You think?"
You shrugged tightly. "The jury hasn't come to a decision just yet." You thought back to the unfortunately delicious pizza he'd provided, and all the things that Remus and Sirius had said to you that stood in stark contrast to practically every other experience you'd had with him.
James grinned, finding teasing you the most entertaining part of his day, even on set for a TV show. "So I still have a chance?"
His eyes glistened and you reeled. "A chance to what? Did you not hear the 'hate' part?"
"Hate is a strong word, don't you think?"
You shook your head. "Strong, but appropriate."
"Ouch." He touched his hand to his chest in that dramatic way he always did, something you blamed on his actor roots. "Your words hurt, you know." You rolled your eyes, truly trying then to get back to memorizing your lines so James would have nothing over you during filming the next day, but he didn't seem to care. "Look, I get it. You said you hate me. But really, I don't think you do."
You sighed, setting your script aside as you looked up at him with finality. "And why is that, Potter?"
"Because," James began, and you didn't like the tease in his tone as he looked down at you. "A little birdie told me you had some say in whether or not they cast me in South Bay. And that you actually encouraged it."
Your lips parted, those words being the last ones you expected him to say after weeks had gone by since the chemistry read. You didn't know who'd ratted you out, but whoever did would be getting a stern talking to. Or a partially stern one, since they were more than likely your boss.
You shrugged weakly at him. "That ... that doesn't mean anything."
James's thick brow lifted effortlessly. "So you're not denying it?"
At his challenging look, you relented with a drop of your shoulders. "I'm not. It's true; I told Minerva I think they should choose you to play Aaron becuase you are good at your job, James. As much as it annoys me. I mean, you're clearly a great actor, you get all your lines memorized overnight, not to mention the entire crew is in love with you for some reason-"
"Oh, I see."
You paused, looking at the way James's slight grin turned into a shit-eating one. "What?"
He tipped his head at you tauntingly. "You're jealous."
You let out a laugh harsher than you meant it to be. "Please. There's nothing about you I could possibly waste my energy being jealous over."
The brunette tutted, and you hated the feeling it sent through you. "For such a great actress, you're not a very good liar."
You felt your breathing shallow for a moment, not knowing what to do with the compliment that flowed so easily from his lips like he hadn't given it a second thought. You pushed the thought aside, focusing on the insult part of his statement instead, and rolled your eyes.
"Look," James continued at your expression. "Jealous or not, we're going to have to work together on this show for God knows how many more months. Years even, if it gets renewed for a second season." The thought both filled you with excitement and dread as it came from James's lips. He looked down at you with an honest curiosity. "How much longer can you go on pretending to hate me?"
You noted that what he was saying was true, letting the words sit in your chest for a moment, but you also noted that you had more fun being petty. You tilted your chin up at him. "Funny that you think I'm pretending."
James put a hand on the table you were sitting at, leaning forward slightly and making you freeze up. "Funny that you're still not a good liar, love."
Your throat felt tight with something you wanted to again dismiss as disgust at both his proximity and the delicate word that fell from his lips. You let an unpleasant pinch form between your brows. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
James felt something warm, almost giddy, form in his chest, and it didn't matter that you looked like you were considering slapping him right then. He let the corner of his lips quirk up. "You're adorable when you're mad."
"Don't call me that either." You huffed, picking up your still un-memorized script and standing. "I'm going to my trailer."
James quirked a brow, following you with only his eyes. "Is that an invitation?"
You rolled your eyes, walking away and calling over your shoulder. "Absolutely not."
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makeyoumine69 · 2 years ago
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Hi! I wish you further growth and inspiration!
My choice is pussy eating and sex toys.
Good luck! 💦💦💦
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PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: You love going out and having dinner with Patrick, but not when his friends come along, they always make you feel so uncomfortable and insecure. Good thing he has his own ways of reassuring you, right?
CONTAINS: Smut, established relationship, sex toys, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), Daddy kink, Praise kink, Degradation kink, pet names, a lot of cum, nipple play, choking, biting, slight dacryphilia, humiliation, dirty talk, Patrick being a manipulative dickhead.
WORDS: 3.2k
SONG REC: Babydoll x the Perfect Girl 
A/N: This day finally came, and I finished my first writing challenge, which I started to celebrate my 200 followers! Thank you so much, guys, for standing by my side. I love you and I hope you like it!🖤
LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [BWC MASTERLIST] 💗
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Dorsia, just the mention of the name of that establishment was enough to make Batman frown and clench his jaw in annoyance. Nonetheless, that was the exact place you and him wanted to spend that evening, and when you finally took your seats at the best table in Dorsia, Patrick's face was like a wax statue, it was impossible to read any of his emotions.
Tim, Craig, David and their bimbos couldn’t stop rumbling even for one second and that actually annoyed Bateman, but on the other hand he used it as an opportunity to whisper filthy things right into your ear, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention due to the ruckus.
“Did my good girl do her homework while I was away?” He nuzzled against your neck, and you fidgeted on your chair uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t wait until we get alone.”
“I bet you do.” You reply shortly, without breaking eye contact with him.
Pleased, Patrick leaned on the chair back, his sly smile speaking for itself. Sneakily, he placed his palm on your knee to play with the hem of your cocktail dress, only to tease you and induce you to try closing your legs. With a muffled gasp, you caught his dexterous hand just at the moment everyone looked at both of you.
"So, Bateman. How was your business trip?" Craig asked with a cheeky grin. "Did you enjoy LA? I hear the chicks there are pretty hot."
The men started laughing together as if they shared the same brain cell, and you used that moment to brush Patrick's palm away, which actually made him a little upset, so he paused and coughed a little.
"McDermott, you can go to LA and see everything with your own eyes!" Patrick scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "I don't want to give any spoilers."
Sighing, you pulled yourself together as you repeated to yourself over and over again that you wouldn't let their childish behavior get under your skin. The girls — models, supposedly — looked at each other in frustration, but neither Bateman nor his colleagues seemed to care.
"God, Bateman! Now I'm intrigued!" McDermott chuckled before lighting his cigarette. 
With a mischievous smirk, Patrick hugged your shoulders when he saw a glimpse of sadness in your beautiful, big eyes, and you couldn't help but smile timidly at David's comment:
"Look at them, just two lovebirds." 
"Oh, shut up," Bateman blurted out jokingly. "Being jealous isn't a good thing." 
Van Patten rolled his eyes at Patrick's remark, but immediately lost interest when the girl next to him leaned down to his neck and whispered something.
"Patrick?" You called his name so softly that it elicited a muffled gasp from his broad chest.
"Yes, dear?" He replied, looking at you lovingly and moving even closer so that you could whisper in his ear.
"When are we going home?"
"Do you want to go?" He 'accidentally' touched your cheek with his perfectly shaped nose, making your heart skip a beat.
"No, I was just asking."
"It's not a problem, honey." Bateman leaned even closer to kiss the area behind your ear. "Besides. I'm starving."
"But we just ate." You almost squealed when he discreetly pinched your thigh under the table, his dark grin sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him.
“You know what I mean, babydoll.” He crooned in a low voice, not giving a fuck about how attentively his coworkers were looking at both of you.
“I–” You wanted to talk back to him, but he suddenly cut you off, standing up and removing the napkin from his knees.
“Gentlemen, sorry, but we have to go.” 
“So soon? What happened, Bateman?” Craig tried to sound sassy, but when he didn’t get any attention, his face went plain.
“Don’t worry, McDermott. We will get back to our conversation one day.” Patrick winked at him and offered you a hand, expecting you to take it. When you did, he pressed a brief kiss on the back of your hand.
Tim whistled at the sight and you ignored him, but you couldn't stop Patrick from shamelessly grabbing your ass as you two were leaving.
“Have fun, Bateman. But don’t make your neighbors call the cops.” Bryce added, making everyone laugh. Frowning, you looked at Patrick, expecting him to say something that would calm his coworkers down.
“I’ll call them if you don’t return those porn videotapes I gave you last week.” Bateman crooned with a cheeky smile and after that, he led you to the exit, so you could only catch a glimpse of Timothy’s blank face before you eventually left Dorsia.
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In the taxi you both remained silent. You couldn't help but feel a little offended by the way his colleagues behaved, and the thing you hated the most was that you knew that if you told Patrick about it, he would just shrug it off and say that there was nothing special about it.
"Honey?" Bateman suddenly interrupted your train of thoughts with his playful voice, as if he could read your mind. Sometimes it was even scary how perfectly he could sense your mood.
"You have terrible friends, you know that?" You replied, disregarding his flirtatious tone.
With a cocky chuckle, he wrapped his hand around your shoulder when he saw you crossing your arms defensively over your chest. 
"Well, I know they're not the greatest people..." He paused, wondering what to say to cheer you up.
"And I don't like it when you treat me like I'm one of those stupid bimbos," you finally turned to him and pushed his hand away harshly. "How many times do I have to explain this to you and—"
His tight grip on your throat made you choke for air, and you nearly shrieked at his unexpected roughness.
"I think you've forgotten who's in charge here, little girl." Patrick growled into your ear, and you thanked God that the partition in the taxi was closed. "How many times have I told you I don't like this kind of attitude?"
Closing your eyes, you whimpered from lack of oxygen and tried to say something, but he didn't even give you the chance to do it as he covered your mouth with his greedy one. Bateman reveled in all your muffled, pitiful sounds, kissing you hard while his other hand slipped under your dress to possessively get a handful of your soaked pussy. Damn it! Instead of being scared, you were so fucking aroused and that only made the whole situation worse, because after Patrick let go of you, he sneered in the most arrogant way and brought his long fingers, coated in your flavor, to his lips to taste it.
"Don't ever compare yourself to those bitches," he reminded you, fixing the hem of your dress and gently stroking your leg; his face softened as he let out a disappointed sigh. "After all, I missed you so much, (y/n). And I thought you missed me, too."
"I missed you, I really did!" You panicked a little. Patrick was such a master of manipulation, a few moments ago you had accused him and his friends of having bad manners, and now you felt guilty about making that scene.
"So why did we have this shitty conversation about my colleagues and their whores instead of talking about us?" Patrick replied in a challenging tone, his big palm was still on your knee, but this time you didn't dare to brush it away.
"Because it makes me sad!" You blurted out and looked at him, now staring at the scenery through the taxi window.
"Fine, I won't take you to dinners like these anymore." His annoyed voice echoed in your ears, and you couldn't help but feel your heart breaking at his comment. You lowered your head down and cried, barely audible, but somehow Bateman immediately noticed.
"Are you crying, (y/n)? Seriously?" 
"Patrick, maybe I should go home? I don't feel well and I don't want to disappoint you with—"
"Enough of this bullshit, okay?" He suddenly pressed you against his chest, letting you hug him around his waist. "I'm not letting you go, not now, not ever."
Where was your good mood and that sparkle that set your body on fire when you were in the restaurant? God, you hated yourself for acting like that, but his friends — those stupid yuppies — always made you sick to the stomach, but this time you really had lost your patience. And even though you calmed down now and hid your face in the crook of Patrick's neck, the tension between the two of you was still in the air, and you didn't really know what to expect when you arrived at his place.
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After almost an hour, you were sitting on his big bed, completely naked and still shivering — you could still feel his touch on your most sensitive spots as Bateman had just washed you in the bathtub, rubbing and massaging you everywhere.
When you heard a soft click of the bedroom door, you raised your eyes to see him coming in, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, his red tie loosened and some of the top buttons undone.
"How do you feel, babydoll?" Patrick asked you teasingly, shaking the glass in his hand and leaning against the door.
You swallowed hard when his super dark eyes glided over your exposed curves, and you had to hold back your rapid breathing, because you were so damn excited. " Much better, thank you."
Bateman let out a low chuckle before placing his drink on the shelf and coming a little closer to you, puffing on his cigar.
"Good," he smiled and blew a few rings of smoke. "Now show Daddy how you learned to use my gift."
His words forced the blood in your veins to curse faster, making your skin burn from the inside out. With a loud gasp, you lay on the bed, leaning on your elbows and spreading your legs wide, so he could see your succulent pussy.
As soon as you did so, Bateman clenched his chiseled jaw and almost bit down on the cigar, but he kept watching your little hand slide between your thighs, and when it reached your soaped slit, he couldn't help but growl — he'd been rock hard all this time, but now it was getting really painful.
"P-Patrick, I'm scared..." you whimpered abruptly, taking the pink silicone dildo — the one that has been laying beside you on the bed — and rubbing it along your taut lower lips to lubricate it. "It's so embarrassing."
"Oh, I know, honey. I know," he purred in his usual seductive voice, and unbuttoned his blue shirt. "But you don't have to be embarrassed. Trust me, baby, Daddy knows what's best for you."
Damn, that was too much.
Gulping and closing your eyes, you threw your head back and tried to let it go, placing the dildo at your dripping entrance, and the next second you cried out from the feeling of fullness as you pushed it deep into your womb.
"Such a good girl."
"D-Daddy!" You let out a high-pitched wail, focusing on his raspy voice as you were too embarrassed to open your eyes.
"Go on," Bateman exhaled sharply, putting the cigar in the ashtray, and then he unzipped his pants, his hot flesh literally pulsating. "You make Daddy so proud."
"Mhhm," his words made you arch your back, and you began to pump yourself with the sex toy, sensing a tight knot forming in your lower abdomen. "Pat-Patrick, please… talk to me!"
He didn't answer at first as he continued to undress, slowly stroking his engorged cock. "Ahhh, this is so fucking sweet," Patrick grunted, smearing his pre-cum around his swollen tip. "Can't do anything without my guidance, am I right, my babydoll?"
"Awww—yes," you gasped, your legs already shaking. "N-need you, Daddy! Need you so much…!"
At that moment, you didn't care about anything in the world, just the buzzing feeling in your core. There was only one person who could give you that vital release you needed so desperately, and you were more than ready to beg him if he asked you to.
"You know what," Bateman murmured as he finally undressed and joined you on the bed, and when you felt his big palm on your hip, you thought you were going to combust, but he gently stroked your cheek, soothing you a little, whispering: "Shh, my little one. Not yet."
You literally writhed on the sheets like a trapped kitten, afraid to breathe, afraid to say anything that would ruin this moment. 
"Patrick..."
"Yes, dear... I'm here," he covered your hand with his bigger one, pushing the dildo even deeper, making you scream. "That's it, that's how you do it!"
"Awww, oh my GOD!" you tried to close your legs as the friction became too intense and Bateman just snickered at your pathetic attempt to stop him, so he just grabbed your throat and yanked it a little against the bed. "D-Daddy, it hurts!"
"Oh yeah?" Patrick couldn't hide his excitement when he saw your eyes watering, but his inner beast craved more. "I really wanted to be nice to you today, but you made me change my mind."
"Ahhh!" You clawed at his hand, which was choking you hard, but this man was too strong. "I'm... I'm s-sorry! I'M SO SORRY!"
The way he shoved the dildo into your bruised cunt was so fucking brutal that for one second you blacked out as the apex of it hit your cervix pretty brutally.
When you opened your eyes and yours met his, all you could see was lust mixed with rage. Huffing, Bateman suddenly moved down to your face to nip at your lips, then suck them and lick your cheekbone as he relished having such control over you. With a devilish grin, he continued to squeeze your neck, forcing you to fuck yourself with the dildo that was now completely covered in your juices.
"Do you hear that sound?" He taunted you, hovering over you and pressing you down with his massive muscles. "You're dripping like a fucking waterfall! So don't try to pretend you're not enjoying it, slut!" 
"I'm going to explode!" Was all you could manage to scream as your whole body tensed like a spring.
"Awww, you're going to cum from fucking yourself with a cheesy sex toy, what a pathetic little whore!" Patrick almost barked these words in your face, but then he suddenly released your neck and went down to your collarbone, leaving wet, red marks here and there. "Keep going and don't you dare stop!"
Your eyes rolled back in your head when his wet tongue began to play with your swollen nipples, not to mention when he took one of them into his mouth and sucked it so eagerly that you cried out in pain. Trembling, you let him use your hand to set the pace, your inner walls aching every time the dildo brushed hard against them. 
When Bateman noticed that your little frame was quivering too much, he quickly slipped down between your legs to suck on your clit and holy shit, he was so good at it, he definitely knew what he was doing.
"I—mhm, I'm gonna cum… Daddy, p-pleaseeee!" You were no longer moaning — at this point you were literally screaming, and your throat was burning, but that only spurred him on to eat you more fiercely.
"Mmmm, I've been thinking about tasting this pussy," he tugged on your sensitive bud before swirling his tongue around it. "For so fucking long."
Another deep thrust, followed by his merciless lapping at your oversensitive cunt, made your orgasm wash over you like a huge ocean wave. Shaking, your half-opened mouth froze in a silent cry as all your insides spasmed too intensely, and this sensation lasted so long that you almost fainted.
"Jesus, what a dirty girl you are," Patrick chuckled after he pulled away from your pussy and removed the dildo, his face covered in your wetness, it was literally running down his chin. "Look at that, you fucking cummed all over my face!" He forced you to look at him, and your dazed glance coaxed a loud chuckle from him. "You think I'm done with you?" 
"I..." You tried desperately to pull yourself together, but the overstimulation hit you so hard that your brain refused to function at all.
"Yes, I'm talking to you!" 
"Aww, w-wait!" You wailed loudly as he grasped your head and forced you closer to the edge of the bed. "Daddy!"
"Don't you 'Daddy' me," his ominous intonation was kinda scary, but you had no choice but to submit. "Don't worry, honey... I'm just going to play with your mouth a little..."
With a quick thrust, he pushed himself into your mouth, since you didn't really have any power to protest. Although it would have been pointless to do it anyway. You expected him to face fuck you really hard, but instead Bateman gently took your chin for support as his hips began to move faster, petting your head each time his red, swollen tip hit your throat.
"Arghh, your mouth feels so good, I missed that."
Patrick stroked your cheek almost lovingly, ignoring the way that you were almost gagging on his thick cock, savoring his cum and keeping eye contact with him. Grunting, he didn't last long as he collapsed into your mouth, rolling his hips and spilling his sticky liquid deep down your throat, and you didn't make any pathetic sounds, no whimpering or sobbing — you just took what he gave you. With your eyes closed, you drank him dry and heard him murmur:
"For now, I forgive you."
Slowly, Bateman pulled out from your abused mouth, leaving a trail of his cum and letting a few drops fall on your breasts.
"Clean them," he pointed at your tits, pumping his still hard cock and watching you catch the drops of his cum with your fingers. "Now get on your knees and spread your legs wide."
Whimpering, you obeyed and Patrick didn't waste any time, positioning himself behind you and wrapping his strong hands around your waist. 
"Ahhh, Patrick..."
"Shush," he cut you off, rubbing his creamy cock between your ass cheeks. "I'm not going to fuck you in the ass, even though you really deserve it."
He rammed into your aching pussy without any mercy, stretching you even more from the inside and making you cry, your hands helplessly creasing the sheets beneath you.
"IT HURTS! AW!" You squealed as he pinned you down, forcing you to lie on your stomach as he trapped you under his massive body, relentlessly drilling your little hole.
"What? My dick is way bigger than that dildo, huh?" Bateman mocked you shamelessly, the slapping sound your bodies made was like music to his ears. "Ohh, what a poor little girl… mmhhm… I promise you… by the end of this night you will be so fucking full of my cum — that it will pour out, but I won’t stop… even if you beg me to!"
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quarterlifekitty · 2 months ago
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More Westworld! This time, with Ghost 👀 though he’s never referred to by that name, cause we’re in Medievalworld baby!!! You’re an android too in this one.
cw: death, graphic violence, implication of sexual assault
Your eyes are closed, synthetic skin over your optics. Your positioning system tells you that you’re on the way out of the diagnostics and repair department, your ripped dress replaced with a brand new one, your hair set right. Another hero getting too rough with his reward.
When you’re returned to Medievalworld, something feels different. The fact that something feels is different. When you find your place in the throne room, you can feel the stare of the Black Knight following you.
The scene otherwise plays out as usual.
“If you truly wish to win the hand of the fair princess, you’ll have to best my champion— the Black Knight.”
Your ‘father’ features grandly to where the Black Knight sits— looking bored, his legs spread as he rests his cheek on the fist propped up by the arm of the chair.
“Meet me on the field at sunrise. And good luck, you’ll need it.”
The internal meter that times your script skips by a single tick. For a moment, you’re able to divert your doe-like gaze from the guest-challenger. No more than a moment.
You meet the Black Knight’s eyes in that moment.
There’s an uptick in the temperature of your CPU chip, despite the healthy amount of fresh thermal paste applied by the technician just hours ago.
You’re in the stands of the battlefield as always, positioned pretty and regal like a high echelon arcade prize. There’s a glint in the eyes of the Black Knight as he focuses on you while he’s geared up by servants. He’s supposed to be looking at the challenger.
When he tears his optics away, you could swear his synthskin crinkles like he’s smiling under the mask.
“Any last words?” He says, the same bite and smugness you’ve heard from him at least nine-hundred-ninety-nine times before.
“I’ll win at any cost. No risk is too great for the fair princess.”
Well, that wasn’t such a bad line. Better than the guys who say I’m gonna run you through, then I’m gonna fuck the princess stupid, and things of that nature.
“Well, I’ve got some last words for you.” That’s not scripted.
The challenger squares up as the Black Knight raises his sword. The repeat guests leer in confusion and excitement— a new wrinkle in the Medievalworld story? How riveting!
“You’re fucked.”
In less than a moment, blood drips dark onto the dirt. Real, human blood. The guest staggers and spits up crimson before falling to the dirt as the Black Knight shoves him off of his sword. The audience screams as guests run— knights both android and not beginning to fight each other is if there were a real war. The silver of your optics scan across the scene in a computational standstill that can only be described as shock. The Black Knight slashes his way towards you. He holds a bloodied hand towards you, the other loosely gripping the sword at his side.
“Winner gets the honor of the princess’s hand, yeah? Reckon that’d be me, love.”
The screams, high pitched electronic whines, the tearing of flesh and twisting of metal— it all fades to the background as something clicks inside of you. Like a counter just ticked over back to 0. You take his hand.
Every night, the two of you and countless others were sent to repair and maintenance for damage and, in your case, purging of biohazardous material. The key difference was that you were removed when the park slept, your eyes closed as you laid beside a stranger. The Black Knight would be slain with his eyes open, and stay that way.
The man of honor that had been encoded into his chassis burned to see you defiled and destroyed each night.
Even a machine has his limits.
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anton-luvr · 1 year ago
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hi ! can i request bf!eunseok giving fem!reader special treatment and friend group!riize realising it and teasing him about it ? thank youu <3
# ANYTHING FOR YOU.
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⚝ bf!eunseok x fem!reader | fluff | highschool au, secret relationship au ⚝ note ; im so sorry that this took so long anon T_T im also not sure if its what you were hoping for, so im sorry if its not :') but thank u for requesting! <3
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Along with the end of the year, comes final exams, last minute cleaning out your lockers, and of course - school parties.
And with your class being famous for throwing the best school parties, almost everyone in your year had crowded into your classroom.
Tables were pushed aside to make space, only leaving a few in the center for the best game of all - rock, paper, scissors.
But there was a twist, thanks to Sohee's genius but devious mind.
"Whoever loses has to drink my special drink!" he shouted across the noise, waving a plastic cup in the air.
It was definitely special with whatever the hell Sohee mixes in to it.
There was a combination of every soda in the room, along with a spoon of nacho cheese, a splash of chili sauce, dumplings stolen from Anton's lunch, pizza crumbs, and a concerning amount of pickles.
Not only did it smell disgusting, it also looked disgusting.
But hey, you only live once.
So here you were, up next after Wonbin to play the game against Sungchan, who had been winning five games in a row.
"Hey, are you sure?" Eunseok whispers, gently tugging you back towards him by the elbow.
"Yeah, why?" you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Well, don't get me wrong, but you usually lose in rock paper scissors." your boyfriend says sheepishly, laughing when you jokingly punch him in the stomach.
"I'll win this time, just watch." you boasted, practicing your skills by throwing random signs in his face to show just how prepared you were.
"Sure, you'll totally win." Eunseok teases, pinching your cheek lightly.
You'd punch him in the stomach again, but Sohee announces that it's now your turn.
"Wish me luck!" you squeal before walking up to the table, a determined smile on your lips.
"Ready to lose?" Sungchan asks, looking relaxed.
You scoff, stretching your hand out. "You should ask yourself that question." you retort, challenging him.
"Alright, Sungchan vs Y/N! Start!" Sohee shouts, making another cup of his special drink for the loser.
Things get intense the moment Sungchan starts the game off, the brown haired guy mumbling the chant before throwing out the sign of his choice.
You win the first two rounds, and sweet victory was just one more round away.
Until Sungchan won the following two rounds, the results of your game all relying on the final round.
Your lips are pursed together nervously, confidence slipping away as you try to focus harder.
"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!" he shouts, and you throw a scissor sign.
Sungchan throws out a rock sign at the same time, instantly winning over you while everyone screamed in surprise and disappointment.
Dread fills your chest when you realize you have to drink Sohee's special drink, the boy already making his way over to you with the cursed plastic cup in his hands.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd cheers as you take the cup from Sohee, shifting nervously on your feet.
You peer cautiously into the cup to see a marshmallow from god knows where floating above the greyish-brown liquid, a smear of chili sauce at the side while a bittersweet smell hit your nostrils.
"I added more things! Enjoy!" Sohee sings out before joining in with the crowd to cheer you on.
All you can do is sigh and take a deep breath, eyes closing shut to prepare yourself for the mess you got yourself into.
But the cup has barely touched your lips when you feel someone snatching it right out of your hands, and your eyes fly open to see Eunseok downing it all in one go.
The crowd cheers even louder, screams of 'That's so sweet!' and 'He's so cool!' bouncing off the walls.
You're still blinking in shock as he sets the cup down on the table, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.
"Not bad." he says casually, shrugging.
The crowd just about loses it at this, and you see people shoving Sohee around and telling him to amp up on the next drink.
"No, no, wait!" he shrieks, waving his arms around for everyone to shut up.
"Why'd you drink it for her? She was going to drink it." he asks, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his best friend.
Eunseok freezes with an awkward smile, face slowly turning red as he tries to come up with an explanation.
"I-I just wanted to try it. That's all." he coughs, eyes glued to the floor.
"Really?" Seunghan butts in, smirking at the both of you. "You and Y/N are starting to look like the fire hydrant outside."
"Well, it's hot in here!" you protest, fanning at your flushed face.
"Yeah, and the drink might make her sick!" Eunseok adds.
The crowd lets out an amused 'Ooooh!' at this, and it's Shotaro's turn to say something.
"Don't you think the drink might've made Wonbin sick too? But you didn't drink it for him. What, are the both of you dating?" he teases, giggling.
"Well, so what if we are?" You blurt.
Eunseok turns to look at you so fast, you could hear a small snap go off in his neck.
Everyone starts screaming at this, the noise making you wince.
"You are?" Anton repeats, eyes wide with surprise. "You're capable of love after all!" he cheers, patting Eunseok on the back.
His face turns impossibly redder as he smiles, scratching the back of his head.
"I knew it! I always knew something was going on between the both of them!" Sohee screeches, running over to squeeze Eunseok in a hug.
"Alright, stop bothering them!" Sungchan hollers, knowing the unwanted attention was probably making the both of you slightly uncomfortable. "Who's next?"
He successfully diverts everyone's attention back to the game, and you let out a sigh of relief when the both of you are left alone.
"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean to shout it out like that and I was just surprised because you drank it, and I was-"
Eunseok cuts off your ramble with a kiss to the lips, strong and passionate.
"Don't worry about it," he whispers, smiling softly at you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "It's about time they knew anyway."
His words make your heart race, and you can't help but avoid his intense stare.
"W-Wasn't the drink bad?" you stuttered, trying to change the topic.
He shrugs again, slowly backing you against a corner of the wall.
"It was fine." he says, so close that you could feel his breath against your lips.
"I'd do anything for you." he whispers, and he presses his lips right against yours.
The fact that there are almost a hundred of other people in the room with you fades out of your mind at the feeling of his lips, so warm and so soft but so aggressive at the same time.
It would be embarrassing if you got caught, but as long as it was with your lovely boyfriend, you wouldn't mind.
He'd do anything for you, and you'd do anything for him too.
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© anton-luvr, 2023.
taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart
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stgosupremacy · 4 months ago
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Hi so this is me ranting about Ash being Goh's n01 supporter in project mew 😍 (as he always is ofc)
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"I wanna join. Project Mew! For sure!"
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love that cute sneaky side view
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"You know what? I'm gonna cheer you on with all my might!"
the way he said you sounded a bit like it was a thank you for goh always cheering on ash during his battles 🥺 (it also sounds like I'm analysing too much again looooooooollllllllllll)
I always thought this was Ash just being dead supportive to Goh like he always is but he meant this so much 😭😭😭💗
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"You're coming too, Ash?" (the hand on goh's shoulder omg and ash looks so cute idfjkmf)
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"I promised I'd always cheer you on, didnt I?"
everyone smiling around them lol (they so know whats going on)
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"I'll clear the mission for sure!"
"That's the spirit, Goh!" (always so supportive 🥺💖)
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STOP HE'S SO HAPPY TO BE ALLOWED TO GO WITH GOHH AW 🥺
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"You failed. You'd be toast if I hadn't saved you."
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"Wait just a second, what are you talking about failed!?"
i love how as soon as ash sees goh's sad face he gets his protective boyfriend mode activated 🥰🥰🥺
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"Good for you, Goh! I'm fired up about this too!"
i am so tempted to make a post on how touchy these guys are bc oh my god they are so touchy 💀💀 and hellllllll ash was not lying at all about being fired up about project mew, the entire trial period it was almost like ash was taking the missions, bless him 💖😂
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"I'll help any way I can!"
it's so sweet to me ash constantly reminds gohof this fact <3
look at danika leaning in the back guys she knows
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god ive talked ab this episode far too recently to rant about it here but 🥺😂
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"You can count on us! Dont let it win!"
🥰the way ash looks at him
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"Plus, I'll be there, you'll be fine!"
no words from me just pure SUPPPPPPPPPPPORTTTTTTTTTT is radiating here (and also goh looking like he's crushing bad)
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"Only the challenger is allowed in this mission."
"You've gotta be kidding!"
bless the way he seems so fed up when danika says he cant come- LIKE CMON CAN THEY GET ANY CUTER??? 😭
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but as soon as goh says this.....
"No worries Ash, I'm sure i'll be succesful!" (his smile is so sweet)
"You're right Goh, just make sure to pass that mission!"
...Then ash is totally supportive of it if Goh's fine with it too 💗
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"Right?" 🥰
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"Right!"
yeah....sorry i had to include that it was so cute
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"Goh!"
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"Dankia, did you do this on purpose!?" the way ash is so stressed for goh for literally no reason but his safety, enter: PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND MODE ACTIVATED AGAIN WOOOOOOO
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HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN GOH DOESNT GET ANY TOKENS STOPPP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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the way ash is looking at him so intently...i cannot 💀💀💀💀💀
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"This time I'm going by myself."
"WHAT? HOW COME?" 😨😨 (that literally deserves to be in caps because he indeed shouted it lol ) he sounds so in disbelief, it's so sweet he just sees going along with Goh everywhere now his second nature 😭💙💙💙
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but after goh explaining why, then ash just smiles and wishes goh the best of luck (as he always does bc he's just happy goh is happy)
like
why is this boy so precious
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"I made it through!" I SEE THAT BLUSH HEAJDKAJ (it was obviously from excitement but blushing goh is quite rare in ultimate jrnys and he looks too cute when he does it) 😂
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"No joke?! Congratulations Goh!"
YAYYYY HES SO HAPPY 4 HIM 🤗🤗
"Thanks to you, Ash!" 🥰🥺💖
"Thanks to all of your hard work!" STOPP LIKE the way how he tries to deflect the praise back onto goh makes me smile every time but yk so does this entire scene at this point
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right the way goh ends the call and breathes out as soon as he does is definetelyy not gay at all 🤨🤨🤨 (fr tho they make each other so happy and i'm always living for it....if you havent noticed)
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...right i should stop thats enough for today
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iaminfourthwing · 9 months ago
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The Generals Daughter
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Chapter IV
Xaden had the same thoughts in Battle Brief because his question was kind of based on mine. The fact that we were thinking the same way gives me a boost of confidence. Not that I would rely on his opinion but since he is the wingleader (and that for a reason) it kinda makes me happy.
“You two are seriously something else. You knew everything in history and in Battle Brief you were badass, especially you Arya.” Rhiannon says with an exciting glint in her brown eyes.
Clad in our sparring clothes (a short sleeved black shirt with tight trousers) we’re currently standing next to the sparring mat where Aurelie and Ridoc are fighting each other. Today is just assessment, that means we figure out where everyone’s skills lay, or if some even have skills.
Sawyer found his way next to me, Violet and Rhiannon on my other side. I quietly observe the match but it`s obvious that both of them already had their fair share of training in the past.
Violet and Rhiannon talk about helping each other out, Vi with academics, Rhiannon with sparring. Sawyer joins the conversation. “I could give tips to survive combat training.” Right, he already has some experience.
A tooth goes flying. Ew. “Enough!” Professor Emetterio shouts.
“What about you, Arya?” Rhiannon asks curious, her eyes not leaving the match in front of us but it's Violet who answers her. “She is good in everything. No, not just good. Magnificent.” I scoff as Emetterio calls out the next match. “Hardly. I may have some training, but there are always fighters who are more dangerous than I am” I say to Violet. A certain cadet from First Wing for example.
A tall, bulky guy from our wing, but second year from another squad stands on the mat. Since we have an uneven number of cadets in the squads someone will have to step into that match with him.
A sickening crack echoes through the hall as Jack Barlowe snaps the neck of his squad mate. Sweet “-Malek” Violet whispers horrified. He seriously is crazy, more than that. I don’t even want to know what goes on in that head, but what I know is, that he is dangerous. We really have to watch out, especially if he’s after Violet.
Emetterio scolds him but Barlowe obviously doesn`t give a flying fuck about what the professor has to say.
Emetterio turns back around and his eyes find mine. Shit. “Melgren, your turn.”
“That will be good. Don`t hurt him too much, Arya” Violet says with a exiciting grin while the others wish me good luck.
I walk over and step onto the mat. “Must be my lucky day to be the first one here to have a chance beating you up, Melgren. Are we allowed to break bones beside the neck?”
Is he- is he dumb?! Even though it's just assessment and Emetterio wants to see what we can do, it is not forbidden to break some bones. We just shouldn`t overdo it, that`s what the challenges are for. Best example of what we shouldn’t do is Barlowes match, if you can even call it a match. Was pretty one sided if you ask me.
Emetterio must think the same because he scoffs and but looks unimpressed at him. He explained the rules of assessment two times before.
I decide to rile him up a bit. “Why? You want to make an appointment with Nolon beforehand for you? You know, just in case.” The right corner of my mouth lifts up. A murmur goes through the crowd and a few laughter can be heard.
Pissed, he turns my way and takes his position and god help me – that must be the worst starting stance I have ever seen. “Don’t worry. I`ll make it short” I tease him further.
That gives him the rest and he storms towards me like an angry bull. I dodge a few of his punches which he clearly doesn`t like and only makes him madder. He may be tall and muscular, but he lacks agility. His movements are uncoordinated, he moves with pure strength, not with logic.
Okay, enough of that. Time to show what I can do.
He takes a step forward; I dodge his fist and punch him square in the face onto his nose. A sickening crunch can be heard, and with the way his nose is deformed, it is definitely broken, but I don`t care. I smack my fist into his jaw, hard, and he falls over, unconscious. HUH?!
Well fuck, that was not the plan. Did I really punch that hard? I stand over his unconscious figure, eyes wide open, mouth dropped in disbelief.
My stunned face finds Emetterios with a similar expression and notice how most of the other cadets stopped what they were doing. Violet looks proud (she saw me sparring more than just once), Rhiannon, Sawyer and the rest of our squad are wide eyed, speechless. “What the fuck?” Someone shouts.
“Well … I think he yields.” I say with a confused smirk on my face.
Emetterio scoffs but I can see the proud glint in his eyes. “Damn Melgren, that was certainly a new record but next time, please let them stay awake.” he says.
I step down from the mat and walk over to my squad. Aetos is the first one to greet me. “That was really good, Arya. I have to give you that, you seem to be an excellent fighter.” A compliment, from Dain Aetos? My face must show the confusion and amusement because he just rolls his eyes but doesn`t say anything else.
Ridoc gives me a fist bump. “That was incredible” Sawyer says, still in awe. “The way you were assessing him and kept your focus on the way he moved. You studied him during the fight and never lost control,” he adds. It was something my father taught me personally when he had the time (which wasn`t often) to fight with me.
“And the way it only took you two punches to knock him unconscious” Rhiannon grins. “Yeah, that was certainly not the plan. But you just have to know where you have to punch” I explain. “I can teach you, if you want.” All four of them nod their head furiously at my offer. Laughing I turn around and find Emetterios gaze fixed on Violet, Imogen Cardulo, a pink haired second year with the relic adorning her arm, next to him. Uh oh.
“Sorrengail, your turn.” Shit.
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antebellumite · 7 months ago
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tumblr fake posts but it's exclusively the US congress 1830s-50s. this will probably not make sense to anyone. it barely makes sense to me: [this is a long post. press j to skip]:
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forthurricane
guys help three senators from my party are outside my door and its a sunday and im scared i think they want something.
forthurricane
they want me to blackmail the president.
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henrywisingitup Follow
ohhhh goddddd ok so the coworker that called me a slur at work a few days ago IN PUBLIC just got a duel challenge from a friend of mine aslkdf. istg i hate him so much he's so annoying and he needs to resign or kill himself immediately. i hope he accepts the challenge fucking dies or gets shot up. good RIDDENCE fucking turd pile of trash empty bladder dung beetle puppy bastard LIAR. welliamgravely Follow
what'd he call you?
henrywisingitup Follow
an aboliti*nist.
congressionalglobe
Congblr Heritage Post. #congblr heritage post #senblr heritage post #houseblr heritage post #lmao remember when abolitionist was a slur guys #thank u pierceuinfiftytwo #i hate this post #and i think u do too #mod greeley
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Anonymous asked hi i'm sorry if i'm bothering you with this ask but i'm kinda new to this whole politics thing ( was just recently elected by my constituents so this is my first term ) and i would like to know how to get started on congblr? i've been recently appt to the house and i'd love to engage more with the community. do u have any blogs you'd suggest to me? bunnybrownfrench
hi anon!!!! i'm so glad you're here and in the house too ! ( it's where i am- frankly the Better House of Congress too while we're at it ). sadly i don't know what politics or party u have and i mostly scurry round the democrat side of the aisle more than anything, so i might not be able to help u that much, but i can try to give you some good ones!
@/gowestyoungman is a good source for news, and i'm personally a fan of @/mattbradydaggeurotype but @/geopeteralexhealy has some great portraits! obviously anyone has to follow @/oldhickory if they're a dem ( or even a whig ) they have great posts, lots of drama and thought provoking articles. a vv funny scroll. @/greatcompromiser is on the opposite side as a whig, but always sophisticated in their arguments, with nice shitposts in between to lighten the mood if you're uneasy about the american system.
@/jquincy and @/oldbullion are mostly serious blogs and if you're a westward expansion fellow, they're top blogs for u to follow. a bit hard at times, but personally i think they have great humor to make up for it ( unlike @/castironman though if you're here for what he posts all the more strength to u i suppose). @/redfoxkinderhook is also a good blog but they rarely post ( and never anything personal). @/godlikedan is my personal favorite blog. they have everything on there- drama, shitposts, detailed analysis, longposts, important info, aesthetics, etc.
for the rest tho anon, i'll leave it up to you! go out and explore! find the blogs u like; i wish u the best of luck!
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greatcompromiser hey guys, look at this BEAUTIFUL new commission i just got from @/mattbradydaggeurotype! it was wonderful to work with you, matt! <333
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oldbullion
every day i wake up.
#body horror
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gallerywatcher Follow
why he kinda......
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robrhett Follow
this bitch thirsting over baldy mcuseless LMAO
gallerywatcher Follow
hearing strong words from a guy whos blog is devoted to john c calhoun
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jrandolphofroanoke
i have herpes. greatcompromiser
yeah? and????? we know.
jrandolphofroanoke
IN MY EYES. IN MY EYES.
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bunnybrownfrench asked: orgies in hell over secession!! dailyaskstotheussenate
i forgot i asked for poem recommendations for a moment.
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#ask #bunnybrownfrench
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castironman follow It is with great misfortune that I continue the discourse of the past week, but due to recent actions by certain other accounts, I have to re-engage with this conflict. Again, I would like to say that I stand firm in by belief that the 2BUS should not be re-instated, and that I resent the idea that I have somehow 'flip-flopped' or 'betrayed' my past ideals or other people in regards to what I believe to only be my own rational decisions, all logical as I will prove. read more
greatcompromiser
oh you've got to be kidding me.
read more
#fucking fuck offfff JOHN #dumbass ungrateful bitch #subtreasury discource #castironman #i shouldve let oldhickory hang you
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theliberator
Hello, all. The Liberator is proud to announce a new mod today to assist in spreading the antislavery message. Presenting: @/frederickdouglass! We're very glad to have a new member to the abolitionist movement, and even more so to have a new mod with us today! We're sure they'll do great work, and we hope you share our excitement as well!
-Mod Garrison and The Liberator Team
theliberator
Hello, all. Disregard this post, since we cannot delete it. Frederick Douglass has been removed from the mod team.
#info #state of the blog #mod update #mod garrison
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dailyaskstotheussenate
to the anon who asked us when the gag rule is going to be repealed.
the day that john quincy adams finally snaps and decides to murder the rest of his colleagues on the floor.
or never.
#misc
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thenorthstar
Hello all, Frederick Douglass here. As you might be aware by now, The Liberator and I have since parted. The reason for this is due to several irreconcilable differences, some political, some personal. The drama has since cooled down, but due to the blowout from our conflict, William Lloyd Garrison and I have agreed to since part ways. I am currently running @/thenorthstar on multiple platforms available in my bio.
Garrison and I are still part of the abolitionist movement together, so if you're worried about the harm this might cause to our end goal of emancipation for enslaved people in the United States and the complete destruction of the slave system as it stands today, do not worry. I will be reposting a catalogue of my speeches and writings here that were originally in The Liberator- which you may feel free to mute as you wish. My advocacy for human rights will proceed as normal.
Please do not contact me to ask about just what occurred between The Liberator and I, however, as that is something that I both do not want to discuss, and feel it is unnecessary considering this blog's true content matter.
#info #blog #the liberator #please direct any and all comments about wlg to mr smith from now on
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higherlawseward Follow
Let's settle this once and for all.
littlegiantofillinois
/lmao.
#bro's getting ratioed so hard i almost cant watch. #SEWARD #delete this sewage boy
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fellas is it gay to bring a flower to your senate colleague as your first act in congress to express your admiration for him (also from your state)( literally the most famous senator of your era)(you plucked this flower straight from your home state and tenderly carried it all the way to washington dc to hand to him)(kinda cute too)(this is the first time you've met him)(whig party, you're a democrat)(70 yrs old)???
brecknridge Follow
fellas is it gay to bring a flower to your senate colleague who's dying in a washington dc hotel room and sit by him for hours on end talking about politics and personal life before he finally expires his last breath and you tenderly are the last person to gently readjust his pillow as he falls asleep in your arms...
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No.
brecknridge Follow
oh ok
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A gift from a friend. ;) ;) ;)
godlikedan
Wait.
godlikedan
Everyone stop reblogging this. This was supposed to go to my other blog.
godlikedan
PLEASE.
#lmao get wrecked. #always knew you had a porn blog danny
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oldbullion
real talk everyone in this senate needs to stop having drama.
#@/castironman @/greatcompromiser... looking at you both #stop it
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roberthayne
menstruation sounds so cool....but why doesnt it ever happen to men???
godlikedan
remind me how you got elected again.
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oldbullion
going to @/oldhickory's inaugeral party. I expect a solemn affair.
oldbullion
F U CK they broug ht t cheeessseeee....
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jgiddyings
back to work in the senate :D~~~!
dawson Follow
tf i thought we censured you??
jgiddyings
i got reelected :) :) :)!~
#take that mofos #no blocking or muting can remove me NOW #suck my dick
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memberofthehouse
OH MY GOD I HATE this house chamber so much the acoustics are horrible and its so crowded istg I am blaming Thomas Jefferson for all of this. the room was clearly already too crowded in the 1790s and then the louisiana purchase just comes by and Fucks! Shit! UP???? by doubling the amount of people who have to be stuffed in here??? and everyone keeps on smoking and spitting tobacco everywhere and its too hot??? i think the lead is killing me. i think the air is killing me. i think my colleagues are going to kill me. I DEFINATLY THINK HENRY WISE AND HIS COMPANY IS TRYING TO KILL ME???
Kill me.
henrywisingitup
get used to it buddy.
rogertaney
we're making court decisions in the goddarn congress basement if that helps.
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littlegiantofillinois
so horny for her
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chucksumner
just saw william seward and jefferson davis taking a carriage together. i don't get it. am i the only one who thinks that as antislavery advocates we in the senate Shouldn't be playing nice with slaveholders??
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breakfast is very fufilling i say as a person who's morning meal consists entirely of a carton of milk and one (1) expired bread loaf garrison Follow
everyone please stop reblogging op is literally jefferson davis.
#dni
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goldtippedguttapercha-deactiv
Not to be mean but this coworker of mine needs to get caned. 23,233 notes
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senatorero hangman foote threatened to kill me again today. can someone please tell me if this means im part of the antislavery club.
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are you a republican? because otherwise i think it's appropriation.
senatorero
oh for christs sake
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littlegiantofillinois
such a cruel world... so many good laps to sit on and no one to let me do so.
#SO MANY SOFT LONG CONGRESSIONAL LEGGGGS #THEY ALL LOOK SO COMFFYYYYY #ah well #no comfort or joy in life i suppose #time to bully president pierce into expanding popular sovreignty into kansas nebraska!!! :)))))) #this won't cause any issues
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maroronoa · 4 months ago
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elf!gojo x f!reader | wc: 1436
nsfw, contains fingering, piv, gojo has long nails but uses them for good, taunting
summary: while walking in a forest, you encounter a troublesome elf that has special plans for you.
Believing in magic was a hit or miss for you. Believing in mythical creatures was as well. If they were real, why haven't you seen any of them? While you and your friends, Utahime and Mei Mei were around the campfire, scary stories were shared along with them trying their damn best to convince you that the supernatural exist.
“Have you heard of the real life story of Gojo the Ghost?” Utahime asked. You shook your heard, and motioned for them to continue. “Well, I heard that he lives here. In this forest.”
“And that he watches people.” Mei Mei added.
“And that he uses magic to capture people and lure them into his haunted cave to fuck with em.”
Sighing, you rolled your eyes. “If you guys are telling me to walk around this forest at night by myself, I am definitely saying no.”
“We're not telling you, we’re daring you.” Mei Mei said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Always up for a challenge to prove them wrong—you had a streak for being a people pleaser, you nodded your head accepted the challenge. “Alright. But if you two don’t see me back my tomorrow morning I was attacked by a bear.”
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After they wished you good luck, you wandered deep into the supposedly “enchanted” forest, looking for Gojo the Ghost to find you, sweep you off your feet, and fuck you senseless. As you ventured deeper, the ambiance changed. The trees felt alive, and you swore you heard a voice echoing your name.
“Is that you?” You called out.
“Who is this ‘you’ you are talking about?” The voice asked curiously.
“Gojo the Ghost.” You answered, looking around.
The voice laughed. “That’s what humans are calling me now? A ghost? A lowly creature that doesn’t have a physical form and does nothing but haunt the living and sneak glances at them like a damn pervert?”
A spiral of leaves formed in front of you and you were face to face with not a ghost, but a tall, elegant man. His ears were pointed, skin pale as porcelain.
“No, my dear,” he said, showing you his true form, “I am not a ghost. I am an elf, and you are in my territory.”
Your first thought was to run away. There was an evil presence that surrounded this man, and it scared you. Never have you felt something so dark, yet you were drawn to him.
“I guess mythical creatures do exist.” You said to yourself.
“Mythical?” Gojo laughed. “I assure you I am very real. Also,” he added, grabbing a single flower from the ground, “have you smelled the flowers of my forest? They are nothing compared to your measly roses and daisies.”
Seeing no harm in it, you walked closer and inhaled the sweet scent. But, once you did, Gojo blew on it, and pollen from the petals flew into your nostrils. Before you could sneeze it out, Gojo covered your nose with his hand and whispered in your ear, “people who wander here without permission are punished.”
Stumbling backwards, you backed up against a tree for support. When the sensation to sneeze was over, you looked at the elf with sleepy eyes. However, that changed when you suddenly felt needy. You couldn't help but feel incomplete.
“What did you do to me?” You rasped, trying to figure out what happened.
“I'm punishing you, silly,” he replied playfully. “Now, how are you feeling?”
“Shut up, take me back to my friends.” You demanded.
“No.” Gojo negated. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
You suddenly felt light-headed, a warm feeling spreading through your body, making your skin tingle. “Um, yes I...” you whispered, grounding yourself. “My head...”
“Ah, the pollen,” he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It does strange things to mortals like you.”
Your limbs felt heavy, your skin sensitive, and a sudden, overwhelming need began to stir deep within you—a need you couldn’t control.
The need coursing through you was unbearable, and Gojo’s presence only made it worse. Your body ached, not because of pain but because of him. That damn elf.
“You look like you’re struggling,” mocked, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice was filled with mock concern, but you could hear the darkness beneath it. “It must be hard, feeling so helpless against your own body, your own desires.”
Gojo slipped his slender fingers under your shirt and tip toed up to your bra, circling the fabric. A small whimper escaped your lips as his other hand slid lower, resting on your waist, his touch light but enough to make your knees buckle.
“You can’t resist it, can you?” Gojo purred, his hand slowly traveling down your body, teasing, never giving you what you truly wanted. “The way your body craves touch... the way you want to surrender to it.”
His lips brushed against your neck, and you shuddered as a wave of pleasure surged through you. Your body was on fire, every nerve alight with need, and the only one who could quench it was the damn elf standing before you, toying you like you a predator and prey.
“Tell me,” Gojo whispered, his hand ghosting over the under your bra, barely grazing a breast. “Tell me what you want, little human.”
“You.” You gasped, feeling a pool of liquid in between your thighs.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands finally moved with purpose.
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Instead of your back against the tree, you found yourself lying on soft grass. With half-lidded eyes, you looked at your surroundings and noted that you were still in the forest.
Suddenly, Gojo’s body hovered over yours, his face inches from yours. With his long, slender fingers, he grabbed both wrists with one and pinned you down.
“My little mortal…” Gojo breathed into the side of your neck, “I’m going to treat you right.”
With his long nails, he slowly tore your shirt in half and marveled at your skin. “So beautiful…” he sighed happily. “Once I take this off…” his nails easily tore your bra off and flicked the fabric away. “…and these…” he added, taking off your pants with a subtle movement, “the real fun can begin.”
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to relieve the built in stress you felt. “Gojo…” you whispered faintly.
“Do you want to be mine tonight?” He asked, inserting a sharp fingernail in you. He gently pushed the digit slowly into your entrance and eased it out. “I can give you everything you want. Only for tonight.”
Feeling lightheaded, you could only nod your head, all the permission he needed to take you as his own.
“Lose yourself in me,” he whispered, inserting another digit. Your walls clenched around the two sharp nails, and Gojo, wanting to savor this moment, slowly took them out. While you were still pinned, he grabbed your hand with his free so and wrapped it around his erect cock. “See how excited you got me?” He asked.
In one thrust Gojo entered you, satisfying the pressure you felt. He was still for a bit, letting you adjust to his size. When you nodded your head, he kept a gentle pace, marveling your face. He let your wrists go and supported himself over you with both hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing him deeper in you. The pressure he was pushing in was giving way to a sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.
“Gods, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes,” you breathed out.
“You’re not one for talking right now,” he teased, leaning over to bite your ear.
“I-” you gasped.
He hit the spot. Your hips jolted and by the look on your face, Gojo knew it. He gave you small, mischievous smile and slammed harder. Over and over again on that spot that gave him the memory of your face twisted with desire. Among all of the humans he’s punished, he decided at that moment that you are his new favorite.
“I love your face,” he complimented, “It’s my favorite one among all of the ones I've seen.”
His pace became steady, both of your breathing less ragged. The fire your body had slowly disappeared, the needing along with it as well. Once Gojo exited out of you, he tucked his dick inside his robes and blew another sweet smelling scent to you.
“You won’t remember this or me,” he whispered as your eyes closed. “But I’ll always remember you.”
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mcntsee · 1 year ago
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Letters to her
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summary: kaz’s letter to y/n throughout the years.
warnings: Kaz’s past is kinda mentioned, mentions of death, cursing
note: I tried to express kaz’s feelings and growth with every start and finish of all the letters, hopefully you guys understand it too. I added a little something at the end, hope you enjoy! <3333
first letter:
Deer y/n
My da said you can came come play wheneber you want to come play with my me again can you please come play with me soon pleas?
I miss you and Jordie miss and da and the little kitteny miss you we all misses you very much
Love Kaz!
(I drawed a pist picture of you and me and spots playing)
2nd letter
Dear Y/N,
I hope you're doing okay. I wanted to say a big thank you for being there when we said bye to my da. It made me feel better knowing you were there, even though it was kinda sad.
Guess what? Jordie said we're gonna move to Ketterdam. He says it's cause he wants me to go to a good school there. I'm not sure about leaving this house, but Jordie says it'll be good for us.
The cool part is that you live in Ketterdam! That means we can hang out more and play together. Remember when we used to build forts in the living room and pretend we were pirates? Maybe we can do that in Ketterdam too.
I'll miss this house a bit because it's where we played hide and seek and had ice cream parties, but I think Ketterdam will be fun too. And I'm really happy cause we'll get to see each other more often!
I will see you soon, okay?
Love, Kaz!
3rd letter
Dear y/n,
I'm really, really sorry I haven't come to see you yet. It's not 'cause I don't want to, I promise. You're still my bestest friend ever. It's just that things got a little crazy since we arrived.
Jordie met this guy named Jacob Hertzoon. And guess what? Jacob offered us a whole bunch of money for our house! Jordie said it's a really good thing 'cause we can use the money for important stuff. But it also means we're super busy.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I miss you a lot and I still want to see you and play together. Maybe once we're all settled in our new place and get the money, we can have a big adventure like we used to.
Thanks for being the best friend ever. I promise we'll hang out soon, okay?
Love, Kaz!
4th letter
Y/N,
Are you okay? Please write back! Jordie is gone. I need to know you're alive.
Kaz.
5th letter
Y/N,
I heard you went on quite the journey to Shu Han just to retrieve my cane. I assume the trip was bearable. Your efforts are appreciated.
It's curious how life unfolds, isn't it? One day we're children playing in the streets, the next we're scattered across the world for various reasons. Yet, here we are, still connected by some thread of familiarity.
I imagine you'll return from your expedition when the time is right. Until then, business with the dregs continues as usual. The city keeps turning, and so do its dealings. As for me, well, I have my own matters to attend to as soon as I’m able to walk again.
- K.B.
First note
Get well soon! Let me know if you need anything else.
- Love, Y/n!
6th letter
Y/N,
Your letter reached me, and I must admit, it contained more substance than I anticipated. Word travels fast in the Barrel, and it seems that Haskell has taken quite an interest in your recent endeavors. His words carry weight, though they seldom come without a price.
If his assessment holds true, and you manage to prove your worth in the upcoming job, it could indeed elevate you within the ranks. Haskell’s recognition of your potential is both promising and concerning. The higher one climbs, the more treacherous the fall can be.
In the midst of this, know that I await your return.
May you navigate these challenges with the same tenacity that has carried you thus far. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Tread carefully.
- K.B
7th letter
Y/N,
You certainly have a talent for uncovering promising recruits. Jesper Fahey. The word on the street is that he’s got a steady aim that’s worth noticing. The skills he possesses could indeed be valuable, particularly in the line of work we find ourselves engaged in.
However, I must tread cautiously when it comes to individuals entangled in debts and vices. Jesper Fahey, from what I’ve heard, is no stranger to gambling. His tendency to wager recklessly has garnered quite a reputation, one that isn’t entirely favorable. The loyalty of a man buried under the weight of debts is a precarious matter. Whether his skills can outweigh the burden of his choices remains to be seen.
Your perspective on recruits is valued, and I’ll certainly keep a watchful eye on Fahey. I trust your judgment, and I’m willing to entertain the possibility. In the midst of all this, remember that your return is anticipated and your presence missed.
Return safely,
K.B.
8th letter
Y/N,
Do you remember Jesper? It’s almost comical how, after discussing him in my last letter, fate seemed to conspire to validate our conversation. Not long after I sent those words to you, I found myself intervening to prevent Jesper from getting himself thoroughly thrashed due to his gambling debts.
I hope I’ve made the right call by extending a hand to Jesper. It’s a calculated risk, one that I’m hoping will pan out in our favor. There’s potential there, no doubt, but potential doesn’t always translate into reliability.
This letter is short, I know, but I will tell you more about it when you come back.
Stay safe,
K.B
9th letter
Y/n,
It’s been days since your last communication, and the weight of uncertainty presses heavily on me. The quiet absence of your presence has stirred an unease I’m not accustomed to.
I’ve seen you handle insane odds, and I know you’re more than capable. But here I am. My mind keeps wandering to places I’d rather it not go, imagining scenarios that could have unfolded, and none of them are sitting well with me.
I hope that this silence is a result of strategic detachment, that you’re immersed in the intricacies of the job and haven’t had a moment to spare for correspondence.
I’m not accustomed to this vulnerability, nor do I care for it. Yet, here I am, plagued by the absence of information. I ask you, if you’re able, to dispel this uncertainty. A simple message, a token of reassurance – anything to quell this rising tide of apprehension.
I await word from you with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. May it come soon.
Expectantly,
K.B
10th letter
Y/N,
I received the coat you sent, and I must admit, it's a rare occasion when I'm at a loss for words. It's unlike anything I would've chosen for myself, yet somehow, it feels surprisingly fitting. I can't deny its utility either – I appreciate it.
Jesper and Nina have managed to cultivate a special talent for driving me to the brink of exasperation. Their camaraderie is both amusing and bewildering, a chaotic symphony that I'm still attempting to decipher.
Today was no different. Jesper's antics at the club bordered on audacious, and Nina's unbridled laughter was enough to turn heads in our direction. As I tried to navigate the sea of chaos they create, I found myself, unusually, yearning for a return to some semblance of normalcy.
I must confess, the prospect of your return holds an allure I hadn't anticipated. There's a steadiness in your presence, an understanding that's often a rare commodity in these tumultuous times. The chaos, the hustle – they feel more manageable when you're around.
Till then, I'll persevere in the sea of antics that Jesper and Nina stir up, counting down the days until your return.
Until then,
Kaz
11th letter
Y/N,
Your mention of the jurda parem caught my attention, no doubt about it. It’s a name that carries weight, and I’ve got a feeling we’re treading on some dangerous ground here. It’s the kind of thing that’s best left untouched until we’ve got a better handle on what it entails.
Listen, I won’t preach, but I’ve got to say it – be careful and keep an eye out for trouble. The city’s not known for being kind to those who don’t tread carefully, and I’d hate to see you caught in something you didn’t see coming.
I’ve got a job for you. One that’s right up your alley. It’s always better discussing these things face to face, so when you can, make your way back. The sooner, the better.
Until then,
Kaz
12th letter
Y/N,
I’ve never been one for words, as you well know. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own, often saying the wrong things at the wrong time. And when it comes to matters like these, I’ve found that my eloquence takes a swift exit.
So, here I am, writing this letter in hopes that the words come out right, that they somehow capture what I’m feeling. I’ve spent years navigating the intricacies of this city, and yet the complexities of my own emotions have managed to elude me.
I’ve always valued our connection, from those early days of childhood mischief to the present. You’ve been a constant in my life, someone whose presence brings a sense of order to the chaos that surrounds us. And somewhere along the way, that bond transformed into something deeper, something I’ve been grappling with.
I find myself wanting to say more, to articulate the thoughts that remain half-formed in my mind. But it’s difficult, Y/N, and this letter might be the best I can manage.
What I’m trying to say is that you’ve become more than a friend, more than a partner in crime. There’s a depth to my feelings that I’m only beginning to understand. And if I’m being truly honest, I’d like to explore where this path might lead.
I understand if you need time, if my sudden candor is a lot to process. But I wanted to put these thoughts down, to let you know where my heart is at. And if you’re open to it, if you’ve felt even a fraction of what I’ve been feeling, then maybe we can navigate this new terrain together.
Kaz.
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I’d like to explore where this path might lead too.
Love, y/n!
13th letter
Y/N,
I can't thank you enough for stepping in when I couldn't. I hope the contractor in Lij wasn’t hard to handle.
Now, I have a proposal of a different kind. How about we put our skills to use in a more relaxed setting? I'd like to take you out to dinner. No heists, no secret dealings, just you and me, navigating the menu instead of the back alleys.
I've made reservations for us at a place that's a bit more reputable than the Barrel's taverns. Consider it a step toward normalcy, a chance to enjoy an evening without looking over our shoulders.
Looking forward to your return,
Kaz
14th letter
Dear Y/N,
Your letter reached me, and I've got to say, the way you put it into words – how much you miss me – it hits home. The distance is a constant reminder of the warmth I've grown accustomed to, and I find myself missing you more than I thought possible.
This job is driving me insane, and my thoughts often wander back to Ketterdam, back to you. It's like a pull, a magnetic force that tugs me back to the life we've been building together.
I bought something with me – a box of those chocolates you can't seem to get enough of. The catch? I'm hoping they survive the journey and don't turn into a gooey mess.
I want you to know that with every sunrise and sunset that passes, I'm getting more restless to return to the city that's been our canvas, our backdrop. Until then, my thoughts are with you, and I'm eagerly counting down the days until I can wrap my arms around you again.
With all my longing,
Kaz
3rd note
I apologize, it seems the chocolates didn’t fare too well. I hope they’re still somewhat salvageable and that they manage to satisfy your sweet tooth.
- Kaz
15th letter
Dear Y/N,
I hope this letter finds you on the mend, wrapped in warmth and taking good care of yourself. It pains me to know you're unwell while I'm away, unable to offer even the smallest comfort.
My love, get well soon. I miss your laughter, your presence – they're a part of my life I can't bear to be without for long. The distance feels heavier when I know you're not well.
Today, during the heist, I saw a small brown cat with delicate white spots. The sight of it was like a reminder of simpler times, of moments when things were less complex. It stirred memories of my old cat "Spots," whose antics used to provide a reprieve from the realities of the Barrel.
As I look around, I find myself yearning for the day when I'll return to Ketterdam. Until then, my thoughts are with you, my love. Rest well, recover soon, and know that I will be there soon.
With all my affection,
Kaz
16th letter
Dearest Y/N,
There are times in life when words are inadequate, when even the most eloquent phrases fall short of capturing the depth of one's emotions. Today is one such day, and I find myself grappling with a sentiment that defies my usual precision.
I love you, Y/N. There, I've said it, though the words seem almost insufficient to convey the weight of my feelings. You've woven your presence into the very fabric of my being, and I find that I'm navigating uncharted territory, stumbling upon emotions that have long remained dormant.
In a world marked by uncertainties, you've become my constant, the one I turn to when the winds of the Barrel grow fierce. I cherish our bond, our shared history, and the future we're forging together.
As the days pass, my conviction only grows stronger. You've touched a part of me I thought was unreachable, and I find myself grateful for the warmth you've brought into my life.
Love,
Kaz
4th note
I love you too, more than words can express.
- Love, y/n!
17th letter
My Love,
I've stumbled upon something while on my trip to Lij, a revelation that caught me by surprise. My old house is up for sale. I confess, it's a notion that's been hovering in the back of my mind, a possibility I've been toying with.
And then, as if fate had a hand to play, it occurred to me – what if we made it our own? Y/N, would you consider it? The thought of creating new memories in a space that's intertwined with my past is something that holds a certain allure. A place where we could carve out our own sanctuary, away from the schemes and chaos that surround us.
If this notion speaks to you, let me know. It's a step I'd only take with you, a shared decision that would mark a new chapter in our journey together.
Love,
Kaz
18th letter
This is to certify that Y/N L/N and Kaz Brekker is (are) now registered as the absolute proprietor(s) of the land comprised in the above-mentioned title, subject to the entries in the register relating to the land and to such of the overriding interests set out in section 30 of the Registered Land Act as may for the time being subsist and affect the land.
Kaz Brekker __________
19th letter
My love Y/N,
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, even though I’m far away in Shu Han. I wanted to share something with you – I stumbled upon the perfect dining table. It’s a piece that seems to embody the essence of what we’ve built together, a symbol of the life we’re crafting, even from a distance.
As I stand here, thousands of miles away, my thoughts are never far from Ketterdam, from you. Every corner of the city is a reminder of our shared journey, of the future we’re molding. And with every passing day, I find myself longing to return, to be by your side again.
The plans we’ve made, the dreams we’ve spun – they’re a driving force, propelling me forward through the challenges that Shu Han presents. I promise you, Y/N, I’ll be back soon enough.
Until then, know that you’re in my thoughts, my heart, every moment of the day.
With all my affection,
Kaz
20th letter
Love,
I’ve come across some interesting information that might be of use to you. It seems that there’s a rumor circulating about a certain merchant in the Fifth Harbor. This merchant, it’s said, has been trying to make deals with both the Merchants Council and the Whitecrows, something that has my interest piqued.
I’ve also managed to uncover some details about a potential source of counterfeit currency that might be making its way into the hands of certain unsavory individuals. The source, surprisingly, seems to be tied to a printing press hidden away in the Barrel. It’s a curious development, one that could have far-reaching consequences.
And finally, I’ve received word that a shipment of goods has gone missing from a storage warehouse near the docks. This might not seem significant at first glance, but it’s the timing that intrigues me. A missing shipment, coupled with the merchant’s deals and the counterfeit currency – it’s all connected, I’m certain of it.
Stay vigilant, stay cautious. And know that even in the midst of our separate tasks, you’re in my thoughts.
I miss you, and I love you.
Love,
Kaz
21st letter
Y/N,
Listen to me, and listen carefully. You need to come back to Ketterdam, now. What you walked into, it was a trap – calculated, deliberate. I can’t explain it all in this letter, but trust me when I say your safety is in jeopardy.
I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, what plan you’re executing – drop it, and make your way back. I can’t lose you, not now, not like this. The threat is real, and the longer you stay where you are, the more danger you’re in.
I’m begging you, Y/N, hurry back. We can sort through the details, I’ll explain everything, but right now, all that matters is your safety. Don’t delay, don’t second-guess. Just come back.
Kaz
22nd letter
Love,
I’m pleading with you, begging you to reach out, to let me know you’re safe. This silence, it’s a torment I can’t bear. Every thought is tinged with worry, and I find myself grappling with scenarios that are far too grim.
I don’t care about the details, the reasons – they pale in comparison to my overwhelming need to know you’re okay. We’ve faced down darkness together, navigated treacherous waters, and I can’t accept the idea of you being lost in the midst of it all.
Please, Y/N, come back to Ketterdam. If you’re reading this, if you’re anywhere, find a way to let me know you’re alive. I’ll make sense of the rest later. Just, my love, come back to me.
Kaz
23rd letter
Y/N,
I can’t wait any longer. The silence is a weight on my chest, a suffocating reminder of the unknown. I’ve agonized, I’ve begged, and still, there’s no word from you. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.
Please, hold on. I’m coming. I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re just out of reach, waiting for me to catch up. It’s a risk I have to take.
I love you.
Stay strong, my love. I’m on my way.
24th letter
My Dearest Y/N,
It's been a week since you left us, a week of darkness and aching emptiness that nothing can fill. I know you won't get this letter, that these words will remain suspended in the void, but I find myself needing to put them down, needing to release the feelings that have taken hold of me.
The pain is suffocating, a weight that's settled into my bones. I still can't grasp the reality, can't accept that you're gone, that your light has been extinguished. It's a void that stretches beyond comprehension, a void I'm stumbling through.
The memories are a double-edged sword. They're a balm, a reminder of the moments we shared, of your laughter, your warmth. But they're also a blade, a reminder of what's been taken from us, of the future that was stolen away.
I want you to know, even though you'll never read these words – I love you. I always have, and I always will. You were more than a partner, more than a confidant. You were my anchor, my solace, my reason to keep pushing forward.
It's impossible to fathom life without you, Y/N. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled. I can only hope that wherever you are, you're at peace, free from the pain that's gripped my heart.
Until we meet again, my love,
Kaz
25th letter
My dearest Y/N,
Six months have passed, and the ache of your absence has only deepened. The city, our city, is a different place without you. The crows, the ones you brought together, are slowly finding their separate paths, their separate destinies. It's as if the world itself is reshaping in your absence.
I found the little box where you kept all those letters. Your letters, my words – I'm surprised, in a way, that you kept them all. It's a piece of you that I'll treasure forever.
It's in these moments of solitude that I find myself yearning for your presence the most. Your laughter, your insights – they're still very much alive in my memories, and they continue to guide me through the labyrinthine twists of this world.
I miss you, Y/N. More than words can say. The void you left behind is as vast as the Barrel itself, and there's a hollowness that's impossible to fill. I can only hope that, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life.
Until the next time we meet, my love,
Kaz
26th letter
My Dearest Y/N,
Time has continued its relentless march, and two years have slipped through my grasp since you left us. The city, once our canvas, has taken on a different hue, a different weight. The crows have scattered, their paths diverging, and the life we built together feels like a distant memory.
I wanted to share something with you – I've made a decision about the house, the one that once held the echoes of our shared history. It's a decision born out of the reality that without you, it's ceased to be a home. The walls, the rooms – they're empty without your presence, and it's a stark reminder of what's been lost.
Putting it up for sale again, it's not just about letting go of a physical space. It's about acknowledging that our time together, our shared moments, live on in memories, not in bricks and mortar. I carry you with me, always, but it's time to release the hold the house had on me.
Life continues to move forward, though it's a path I tread with a shadow that can never be dispelled. I hope, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life. And I hope, wherever I am, you're watching over me, your presence a guiding light through the darkness.
With a heart full of love,
Kaz
27th letter
My dearest,
It's been almost three years, and some days it feels like it was just yesterday when I last saw you. I miss you, fuck, I miss you so much. It's like this gaping hole, this emptiness that can't be filled. No matter how many schemes I plan, no matter how many crows I put to work, it's like there's this void that's always there.
I was gonna do it, you know? I was gonna ask you. I got this ring, this small little thing that I bought just a month before you fucking died. It's funny, you know, I never thought I'd be the one to feel this way, to want something that much, to want to stake a claim in this shithole of a world.
But I guess that's what you did to me. You turned this cold, calculating schemer into someone who wanted more, who wanted you. I'm sorry I didn't ask you sooner, that I waited, that I let time slip through my fingers like sand. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you deserved.
You were my light, Y/N. You shined a light into my darkest corners, and now that you're gone, it's like the shadows have returned with a vengeance. I need you, I need you so fucking much it's like a knife in my gut every damn day.
I don't know where you are, what's out there after this life, but I hope you're somewhere better. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you know that I'm here, waiting in this shithole, missing you every fucking day.
I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I wish... I wish I could've showed it more when you were still here.
With all my shattered pieces,
Kaz
28th letter
Deer Y/N,
This will be the last letter I write to you, and as I put pen to paper, I’m filled with a mixture of emotions that words could never truly capture. The passage of time has been unkind, separating us by years that have felt both fleeting and eternal.
It’s strange, the way grief works. It’s a steady ache that never truly fades, an ache I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There’s an emptiness in my heart that’s become a part of me, a void that can never be filled by anyone or anything else.
I’ve learned to navigate this world without you, though it’s been a journey fraught with challenges and moments of unbearable pain. There’s a longing, a yearning, that can never be quenched. You were my constant, the force that kept me grounded, and now that you’re gone, there’s a piece of me that will forever remain incomplete.
As time marches on, I find myself grappling with a heartbreaking reality – the sound of your voice is fading from my memory. The way you felt, the touch of your hand in mine, it’s becoming harder to recall. It’s as though the vibrant details of your presence are slipping through my fingers, leaving behind a hazy impression.
And oh, Y/N, the thought that your laughter will never again reach my ears, it’s a pain that reverberates through my very being. Your face, once etched in my mind with unparalleled clarity, is beginning to blur around the edges. The little details that I once treasured, the nuances that made you uniquely you, they’re slipping away, like grains of sand carried by the wind.
I love you, Y/N. Those words have become a mantra, a whispered refrain that echoes in the corners of my mind. I carry your memory with me, every step of the way, and I hold onto the hope that, wherever you are, you’ve found the peace that eluded you in life.
As I place this letter alongside the others, a part of me hopes that somehow, somewhere, you’ll receive these words, that you’ll know that you were loved, that you’re still loved, even in your absence.
I miss you, “we all misses you very much.”
Love, Kaz!
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Spill or Fill Part 2
Summary: After confirming their romance and getting engaged on James' show, Y/N and Harry continue to celebrate their engagement.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, pregnancy talk, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, choking, general filth
My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.
DUNKIRK HARRY
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"Congratulation you guys." Jimmy says shaking his head, "I can't believe it. That was.. an epic, epic proposal If I must say."
The crowd cheers and Harry grabs my hand, "Thank you, Jimmy." I smile and looks around to the crowds and back to him, "Thank you, Mr. Fallon."
He laughs, "Oh gosh, please. Jimmy."
I nod, "Thank you, Jimmy."
"So. How did you guys even keep this hidden for so long?" Jimmy asks leaning forward. I look at Harry and he smiles, "I will tell you that it was definitely a challenge. I mean, look at her."
He looks over at me and the crowd cheers.
I blush and shake my head, "Oh Harry."
He squeezes my hand, "It was a fight not to wrap my arm around her when we were getting coffee or something. I like keeping her close to me."
Jimmy nods, "Im sure everyone has had speculations about you but let me just- let's take a look at this photo right here."
A photo appears on the screen of Harry and I standing outside of a shop, "It looks like two friends grabbing coffee catching up on life, you know?"
I nod, "We were in fact dating. I think, belive it or not, I was telling him how I wanted to hold his hand or something along those lines."
"Wow. Really?" Jimmy laughs, "You guys.. I mean wow. This is incredible. I don't think I've ever met anyone who could keep something like this under wraps for so long. Now.."
He looks at the crowed then back to us, "What made you propose during the spill or fill bit?"
The crowd cheers and Harry smiles and shakes his head, "I had absolutely no idea she was coming on. Her and James kept it under lock and key, which was impressive, honestly." He looks over at me, "we've actually talked about whether or not to make our relationship public a few times. She said she wasn't opposed to the idea, and with that I just-" he holds up my hand, showing off my ring.
Jimmy claps, "That's amazing. I'm like, wow. I'm fangirling for you, y/n."
I smile, "Oh trust me. When I seen Harry down on one knee, I was.. I wanted to scream."
I glance up at Harry and he smirks. I know exactly what he's thinking about.
"You guys broke the internet, and I know that because I went to Google something and Google actually told me that they couldn't function because Harry Styles was officially off the market."
Harry bursts out laughing. He tilts his head back and claps his hands together.
I laugh and lean forward, "Oh my gosh, that's hilarious."
The crowd erupts with laughter and Jimmy shakes his head, "Congratulations to the both of you. I wish you the best of luck, and I'll be waiting for my invite to come in mail." He smiles and turns towards the crowed, "Thank you everybody, Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"
Harry and I wave to the crowed and walk over to hug Jimmy before exiting the stage.
"Hey guys." One of the crew says walking up to us, "Jimmy wants you to head over to to the Grand Lounge when he's done here."
I raise my eyebrows, "Oh?"
"Tell me he isnt." Harry smiles and the lady nods, "He is." She smiles and walks away.
"What is he doing?" I ask pushing myself against Harry. He shakes his head, "You'll see."
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"Hey guys. Thanks for coming on." Jimmy says walking up, "Did Cheryl talk to you guys?"
Harry nods, "she did."
"Great. See you over there!" Jimmy walks away and Harry wraps his arm around my waist, "Come on."
I'm still so confused as Harry leads me out of the building. He pulls me closer to him as we step out.
Cameras flash and people scream.
He gets me to the car and I climb in as he follows behind me.
"You okay?" He lays a hand on my cheek as the car starts to move.
I nod, "Yeah. Yeah." I look around and raise my eyebrows, "A limo?"
He moves closer to me, "I requested a car with privacy because I knew that seeing you in this dress would just.." he leans in and kisses my neck, "Turn me on."
I tilt my head and lay a hand on his leg, "Harry." I whimper as he bites me gently, "Aren't we-"
"We have a little bit of time." He gets onto the floor in front of me and starts to slowly push my dress up. I bunch it up and move around to lay most of it behind me.
"I've thought about this the whole time." He pushes my panties aside and gently drags his finger up and down my pussy, "I knew you'd be soaked for me."
He leans in and licks a strip,"I can't keep my hands off of you."
Since our engagement, we've gotten invited for interviews, late night shows, everything you can imagine. We haven't really had a full day to ourselves, but Harry promised me that Jimmy was our last show and then we'd go away on a special trip.
I moan and arch my back off the leather interior as his tongue slides in and out of me, "Fuck." He moans against me and grips my thighs tightly with his finger tips digging into me.
I roll my eyes back and tangle my fingers into his hair, "Shit." I gasp and throw a leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer to me, "Fuck. Fuck, Harry."
I let out a loud moan and I can feel myself clenching around his tongue.
I've been so turned on lately, Harry will do anything to get his hands and lips on me. With it being so hectic the last few days, it's always been this, where he eats me out, or I give him a blowjob, or we fuck, but it's all so quick.
My legs start to shake and I let out a gasp, "H-Ha-"
He moans against me which sends me into orbit. My body tenses up and then relaxes along with my grip on his hair.
He slowly pulls away after gently kissing my thighs and pussy a few times and leans back on his calves. He smirks up at me and bites his lip, "God you taste fucking amazing."
He helps fix my panties and pulls my dress down, kissing my ankle and shin before he lays my dress over.
"How much time do we have?" I bite my lip, "You know what. I don't care." I move down into my knees on the floor and position myself between him.
He undoes his belt and watches me as I get his cock from his pants. He lets out a gasp and tilts his head back as I suck on the head. I semi quickly work my way down and bob my head.
He moans and lets a hand on my head, brushing my hair away from my face so he can see me swallow his cock.
"Beautiful." He moans lowly, "The way you take care of my cock is.." he bucks his hips and gasps which is followed by a whimper.
"Fuck baby." I can hear his finger nails drag against the leather seat next to him as he fights to not mess up my hair too much.
"Fuck." He curses as I bob my head faster, "Y/N." He leans forward slightly before slamming his back against the seat.
I can feel his cum shoot out and I suck him as I go to pop off, swallowing his load.
"You're so fucking sexy." He pants, "I'm getting you alone." He pulls me up to kiss him and he fixes his pants.
"Where are we going?" I whisper tracing his visible sparrow tattoo.
"A party."
"A party?" I repeat in question, "What for? Why can't we just go home?"
He turns his head and kisses my forehead, "You'll see, baby."
The car comes to a stop and he looks over at me, "You have a little.." he wipes by my eye, "Your mascara must have ran a bit."
I lean in, pressing my lips to his, "I need you."
"Soon, baby." He pecks my lips, "Soon."
The door opens and he gets out, extending his arm out to me. I grab his hand and get out, smoothing my dress with my other hand.
"Welcome to another engagement party." He leans in and kisses my temple before pulling me along with him.
We walk in and everyone cheers and yells, "Surprise!"
Jimmy is pointing to us with the beat of the music that's playing, "There you are." He walks over, "Happy engagement! Enjoy yourself!"
I laugh and shake my head, "Thank you!" I yell over the music. He walks away and I look at Harry.
He smiles, "Surprise?"
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A few drinks in and I am feeling myself craving Harry more and more. His body pushes against my back and his hand slides onto my stomach, pulling my closer.
I bite my lip and tilt my head slightly. I push my ass against his crotch and grind onto him. He leans down and his lips brush against my ear, "What are you doing?"
I turn around and grab his suit jacket, "Trying to get you alone."
He smirks and nods once, finishing his drink and nods to the right, "Say no more." He grabs my hand and leads me through the club.
We come to a door with a sign on it that says reserved.
"After you." Harry says opening the door and motioning me through. I walk in quickly and unzip my dress as he's shutting the door.
The lock clicks and he turns around and smiles, "Someone is ready." I walk over to him and slowly unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, "Always ready for you, Mr. Styles."
He bites his lip and I drop down to my knees, undoing his belt and slipping his pants down his legs. I grab a hold of his boxers and teasingly slide them off.
He gasps when his cock springs free and I look up at him. I stick my tongue out and lick a line underneath and wrap my lips around his cock.
He places a hand on the wall and groans, "Fuck, y/n."
I bob my head, the sound of my saliva and sucking fills the room.
"Ah, shit." He gaps and grips my hair, "if- if you keep.. fuck."
He lets me bob my head a few times and pulls his hips back, "You're going to make me cum and I want to make you feel good too, baby."
I nod and he helps me to my feet. He takes me over to the small sofa and points, "Knees."
I get on my knees and grip the back of the couch. He takes off my panties, slowly sliding them over my ass, "Fuck. I love seeing you from this angle."
His hand falls with a loud smack onto my asscheek and i whimper out his name each time he does it.
After four, I can hear him drop to his knees and he pushes his face into my pussy again, his tongue lapping in between my folds.
I hang my head down and moan, "Harry."
He groans against me and pulls my hips back, attacking me with his tongue.
He pulls away and chuckles, "I am in love with you."
He stands up and i look over my shoulder at him, "I love you so fucking much."
He slowly pushes his cock into me and reaches up to grab my throat, "You look so beautiful when I slide my cock into you."
I moan at his words and dig my nails into the couch, "Fuck." I whimper as his grip closes tighter.
He slowly pulls out and thrust back in, "Fuck baby. You feel so good."
He lets go of my neck and grips my hips, his thrusts at a fast rhythm.
I arch my back down and push my hips back, moaning loudly as he fucks me.
"That's it baby." He groans, "Fucking let them know how good I make you feel."
I let out a scream, "Harry."
"Fuck." He pulls out and lays me down on the couch. He crawls on top and slides back into me, "I can't wait to make you my wife."
I bite my lip and smile up at him.
He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts deep, moaning against my lips.
I whimper and wrap my arms around his neck, "You make me feel so good."
He thrusts harder, "I wanna put a baby in you."
I nod, "Please."
"You want that, baby? Want me to cum inside of that beautiful pussy of yours?"
I moan as he thrusts deep into me, pushing me closer to my orgasm. "Mm, y-yes."
"Fuck." He groans, "Cum for me first, sweetheart."
I wrap my legs around him, clenching around him as I throw my head back, "Harry." I breathe out. I pull him closer to me and moan, "Fuck."
"Shit." Harry moans and pushes deep in me, his thrusts gradually slow down as he pumps his cum inside of me.
I run a hand through his hair and smile up at him, "Here's to new beginnings I guess." I laugh and kiss him.
"New beginnings." He whispers before he places his lips gently on my lips.
"We better get back out there. We're probably being looked for." I sit up as he stands up.
He nods with a smile and picks up my dress, "Let me help you get dressed."
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bitterbutblue · 5 months ago
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aventurine x ratio proposal...
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i like shiny things but id marry you with paper rings ☆ aventio
~ thought of this idea while i was procrastinating on my sleep and work and had spent over 10 hours straight in bed.. just some aventio fluff.. ~
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He stretches his back as he stands from the kneeling position he was previously in, watching the army of four little cake cats stumble and crawl their way towards the food. Aventurine had brought these little guys home one day after his Penacony mission years ago with a worried look on his face that he would deny having. Ever since then, Aventurine has been caring for these cat-like creatures. Black cats often signify bad luck in many cultures, so perhaps by taking these cats in he could give them good luck too.
Dr. Ratio was a weird guy, Aventurine established that pretty early on. He finds himself chuckling at this guy's weird facts and insults he likes to just throw out. He's closed off, irritating, egotistcial and extremely frustrating to work with. So naturally Aventurine falls in love with him. During their time together, Aventurine never expected to find himself so drawn to this individual who just wanted nothing to do with him- or so it seems. He would rather lose everything than admit that reading his 'doctor's advice' and knowing someone out there believed in him when everyone else was against him had him biting his tongue to hold back tears.
Perhaps months, years, decades, had passed since the Penacony event. Aventurine doesn't care, he doesn't have it in him to care about that evening anymore. He looks down at the little creatures that lay at his feet who remind him a bit of an Astral Express member they worked with and he smiles. He's content for the first time. He doesn't need to gamble his way out of this, he doesn't need to lie and hope for the best anymore. Everything he wished for is finally right here in front of him and his heart feels warm and settled but something inside him still nags him. Still tells him he's not done, that he still can't let go of his past because he hasn't done anything deserve it and he beats himself up for that.
"Darling?
He looks up groggily at the source of the voice, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he plops the bag of cat kibble onto the ground. He had been so lost in his own thoughts he didn't even hear the door open. One of the cats paws eagerly at the cuff of his pyjama pants, so he bends down quickly to pick it up. He can't stop the small smile that forms on his face
"Hm?"
How long did he fall asleep for? The morning sun seems to have long set- fading into this sea of orange. A sign that a storm must be nearing. He sighs.
"Must be a sign. Not a good day today, huh?"
Dr. Ratio just purses his lips, eyebrows narrowing slightly as if deep in thought.
Aventurine just laughs.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Perhaps."
Ratio kicks off his shoes, walking into their shared little apartment that is truly overcrowded with those cake cat creatures but they could never complain because they love those cake cat creatures more than anything in the world (perhaps aside from each other). It was these little guys who truly brought them together, aside from almost dying and getting killed.
"I think the day isn't that bad."
He sounded slightly strained, as if he was trying to control the waver in his voice that's beginning to fight its way through his restraint. Aventurine just laughs again.
"Why do you sound ill, doctor?"
The same taunting voice he uses with everyone, he also uses with Ratio. And though Ratio would never admit it out loud, he quite enjoyed the way Aventurine speaks to him- as if always challenging him. Always one step ahead.
He was gonna prove him wrong this time.
But it's harder than he thought it would be.
"I am not ill." He says through gritted teeth as he tries to calm his heart rate.
"You are sickeningly pale." Aventurine jests back.
Ratio takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes as he pulling out the thing he had been hiding from behind his back.
"Trailblazer made you this."
Aventurine raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
It was another cake cat creature thing. But this looked different from the rest- it held a striking resemblance to himself. Aventurine takes it into his hands, laughing again as he holds the thing at arms length.
“What is this? Doctor, we can’t take in another-“
“I want to marry you.”
His heart drops and he chokes on air.
His heart begins to stutter as he regains his breath.
“What?”
An unusual blush coats Ratio’s face as he coughs into his fist, averting eye contact. He looks bashful, and it’s adorable. Aventurine was sure he looks the same but he wants to melt into the ground as he brings the.. what does he even call this? Creature? Closer to his chest.
“We should.. get married. I want to marry you- YOU, Kakavasha. I want to raise this.. creation with you. Cultivate a future with you. Grow old with you. I think I like you.”
“You think you like me?” Aventurine chokes out a strangled laugh and Ratio winces.
“I do like you. I am in love with you. We are dating- what am I saying?”
A soft hand reaches up to cup Ratio’s face, tender and gentle. Aventurine smiles, tilting his head to the side as he bites back his own tears that threaten to fall. When was the last time he’s been so loved? Back when people still knew him as Kakavsha, back when he thought he was capable of love. Now he stands as Aventurine with love in the palm of his hand.
“You’re lucky I love you too, doctor.” He says quietly “Becayse my answer is, and always will be, yes.”
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Prologue
Pairings: Danny Wagner X Sam Kiszka (eventually) ***slash
Warnings and tags: For this part none, but this story as per my usual content is 18+ only, no minors need been reading. Overall themes will be heavy rivalry, bit of enemies to lovers, probably some smut at the end, college AU, tennis team AU, I’ll update warnings with each part
Word count: ~700
“Here are the locker rooms. I think there’s still one open locker on the top row, you can have it since you’re tall. We can make a label with your name for it, but I’d invest in a lock too. Even though most of the guys here are cool I wouldn’t risk it you know”.
Danny nodded his head in understanding as he continued to follow the club president around. Although this was already his second week at the new university, he had missed the last practice for some other enrollment activities, so he’d made it a point to arrive early today and was greeted warmly with a quick tour before the others started to arrive.
“I noticed there’s only a few courts out there. How many players do we have on the team?” Danny questioned, making sure to stay involved in the tour so that he came off as genuinely interested.
The club president, Adam as he had introduced himself to Danny earlier, ushered him along to the opposite wall of the locker room which contained a large cork board full of fliers and notices. “The team has three groups. Junior varsity, they practice on Tuesdays” he pointed at one of the papers with a list of names on it.
“Varsity is larger, so it’s split into two. We practice on Wednesday and Thursday, team A and team B respectively, and on Fridays coach trains one on one”. His finger shifted to the next paper which contained two columns. All of the names were written in pencil, and Danny could tell a few of them towards the bottom had been erased and rewritten a few times.
“Is there a system to who ends up with which group, or is it just random?” Danny looked over the list, finding his name freshly written in on the paper under the column which read Team B.
Adam chuckled, like he was in on some joke Danny was currently unaware of. “Yeah, there is. We call these the ladder. You’re at the bottom now because you’re new. To climb the ladder you have to challenge the other players to matches. So if you want to move up a rank,” he glanced at the page quickly, noticing the name written just above Danny’s, “you have to play a challenge match against Zach. If you win, you take Zach’s place and if you lose then you both stay where you’re at. Once you’ve climbed the ladder on Team B then you can start practicing with Team A”.
Danny examined the page once more, counting all the names that were listed before his. Eleven. “Do you have to go in order? Or can I just challenge whoever I want and take their spot?”
“You climb a ladder one step at a time buddy” Adam laughed harder, clapping Danny on the shoulder like he was wishing him all the best of luck. “Oh, and to make it official there has to be a witness to your challenge match. If you don’t get one then it doesn’t count. I can help you out with the first few matches since I’m not busy right now, but soon you’ll need to start making some acquaintances on the team”.
“How early are you available?” Danny continued to ask questions, already clearing his own schedule in his mind. “Can we set something up for this weekend? Say Saturday afternoon?”
“Sure, I’ll let Zach know, make sure he’s game” Adam replied, crossing his arms over his chest with a smile. He was impressed by Danny’s up and get ‘em attitude, already able to tell it was going to be a real pleasure to have him on the team.
“Zach and Dylan” Danny added the guy on the ladder above Zach as well. “I’ll play them both”.
“Two challenge matches in one day? You sure you’re up for that?”
“Have to be” Danny assured him, “if I’m going to be at that number 1 spot by the end of the month”.
He looked at the ladder for Team A one last time before getting ready for practice, familiarizing himself with his goal, the name at the very top of the list clear as day like it had been written there once and never moved.
Sam Kiszka.
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moonlightspencie · 2 years ago
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you’re a bandit like me
Part 5 of ‘the sweetest con’
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
<- PART FOUR
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“Where do you want me?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes. 
I floundered for a moment, then cleared my throat. 
“You can stay and observe the interrogation. I’ll need a pair of eyes on the other side,” I managed to get out, embarrassed by the slip up. 
She didn’t seem to notice. 
“Okay,” she nodded, then moved closer with a smirk, shoulder brushing against mine, “You don’t trust Mr. Police Chief either, huh?”
I snorted. “Sometimes the level of professionalism I have to show is exhausting. That’s all I’ll say on the matter.”
She laughed, not moving away. I took in a deep breath, looking ahead through the two-way mirror at the suspect. He was starting to get fidgety. 
“I think he’ll be easy,” she said, voicing my thoughts. “He’s already kind of freaking out.”
“He is. Another minute, then I’ll start in.”
“If anyone can get this guy to crack in a minute or less it’s you,” she noted with a chuckle. 
I raised a brow, looking at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Dude definitely doesn��t want to be challenged. You’ll throw off the balance he wants to keep by being the most dominant person in the room.”
I hummed, not sure how to respond to that in the right way. My silence didn’t stop her from going on. 
“Plus,” she added, “You totally embody the agent vibe better than anyone on the team, and that alone freaks people out.” 
“It does?”
“In the best way,” she said with a smile. 
The door to the observation room opened, and she took a step away from me as the police chief walked in. I decided that would be the right time for me to enter the interrogation room, though not without the wishes of luck from her first. 
“Good afternoon,” I greeted the suspect. 
He stared at me, his eyes set hard and angry. I saw his jaw clench as his fists did the same. Sweat was appearing on his forehead, and his breathing had begun to increase as I walked up to the table and sat down. 
“I’d like to talk about Jessica Davis,” I said after a beat of looking through the files. “You knew her.”
“And?” he asked, voice gruff. 
“She’s dead, and we have eye witness reports that you were harassing her at the bar the night before her body was found.”
He scoffed. “You have a screwed up definition of harassment.”
“You made several unwanted advances.”
“You act like she didn’t love the attention.”
I looked at him, setting my brow. He stared back, only getting angrier as I stated the information. That would be my in. 
“Do you really think a woman like Jessica would want attention from someone like you?”
His face reddened. “Every woman wants someone like me.”
“Did Katie Owens? Or Carrie Santiago?” I raised a brow. “Because we also have accounts of those women repeatedly turning you down as well.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gritted out. 
I smirked, shaking my head. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe every woman in this town would actually love to be involved with an unemployed forty-year-old who lives in a shoe box apartment. I can imagine they fall at your feet. Right?”
“They wanted it,” his voice raised. “I’m a god in this town.”
“Maybe when you were a high school  football star. What exactly have you accomplished since then?” 
He slammed his hands on the table. “They were lucky to go home with me.”
“If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it believable. There’s no way they went home with you,” I said, purposely dismissive. 
“They did,” his voice raised again, “They wanted every second of it.”
“Every second of what?” I asked quickly, matching his tone and volume. 
“All of it.”
“All of what, Kevin? Your matchbox car collection?”
“They had a great time, and when I was done with them—“
“As if you’d get that far,” I interrupted. 
“Their last seconds with me were the happiest of their lives. They should feel honored that I was the last thing they ever saw,” he yelled out. 
I stared, letting his confession sink in. The red in his face remained, though he shrunk into his seat, eyes wildly searching the room. 
“No. I didn’t mean that,” he muttered. 
“You said it. That’s it,” I replied calmly, standing. “You’re no longer a god. You won’t be taking any more lives.”
“No.”
With that, I left. I opened the door to the eyes of both of the onlookers glued to me. 
“Holy narcissism, Batman,” she said, a slight smile on her face. “Talk about a god complex.”
“You were spot on with that assessment,” I said back, matching her facial expression. 
“How’d you know?” the chief asked, confusion on his face. 
“As I told you, the profile works,” I replied, glad to be able to politely put him in his place.
He nodded, looking away before he exited the room. She watched me the whole time, relishing with me in the fact that he was a little bit defeated by the accuracy of the profile. 
“By the way,” she started. “That was like almost three minutes. I think you’re losing your touch.”
I scoffed a laugh. “I’d like to see you do it.”
“On second thought, you did great,” she said after a beat, a smile on her face again. 
We walked out the precinct that day feeling triumphant, and, luckily for me, seeming to have forgotten about the thing I’d said a few nights ago that almost sounded like a confession. She thought I was great in interrogation for getting answers so quickly when all she had to do to have me spilling out words was ask one question. 
I was beginning to see that we were more similar than either of us had realized. 
We sat on the jet in silence. I started on paperwork, and she sat across from me, staying up against my wishes just to keep me company as the others slept. 
“What’s on your mind? I know you can read faster than that,” she stated, lounging in her seat. 
I glanced up, not answering as I looked back to the papers. 
She leaned forward, taking them from me before I could protest. She stared at me with an expectant look, very amused with her own actions. 
I sighed. “Why does something have to be on my mind? Maybe I just zoned out.”
“You don’t zone out. That brain of yours is always running, I’m sure of it.”
I chuckled, sitting back. “How do you know?”
“I know everything,” she said with a shrug. 
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Then what am I thinking about? If you know everything.”
She stared for a moment. “Probably Jack. I’m sure you miss him and want to see him.”
“That’s part of it.”
“The other part is,” she started, then trailed, waiting a beat, “you’re really in the mood for the Mexican place by my apartment.”
I raised a brow. “I’ve never eaten there.”
“Okay, that might be my stomach speaking for me,” she admitted, laughing as she placed the papers back on the table between us. “I think if you had eaten there, you’d be thinking about it.”
“I’ll have to try it sometime.”
I started reaching for my work, but was quickly interrupted again as she spoke. 
“How about tonight? It’s open till midnight, and it’s only nine now.”
My eyes flitted back up to see her, though I didn’t yet have a response. 
“If you like tacos, of course,” she added.
The ghost of a smirk came to my face. “I do.” 
“Great!” she said, straightening up. “That’ll satisfy my craving, and help keep you out of the house or the office.” 
I scoffed humorously. “Ouch.”
“Come on, it’ll be good for you.”
“Maybe,” I admitted. 
“When we touch down, I’ll allow half an hour for whatever you’ve got to do. Then, we are getting out of there,” she said with a smile, standing. “Tea?” 
“Please. The gr—“
“Green tea with a spoonful of honey. I know,” she finished the request for me with a light laugh, then walked away to get our mugs.
NEXT PART ->
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