#also I join in on the debate of what she almost called him but didn’t thanks to her supernatural will power

[only-when-i-write]

Yesterday I stalled all day and only sat down to write very late and after I obviously exhausted myself w/ wanting to write but not doing it. Stressed me out and got me nowhere • Today I started right in the morning and had to give up bc I just couldn’t get into the text. Guess I’ll give it another go, spend the day relaxing (this time for real I hope) and write later today. If I am putting out another insane word count later I am going to scream tho

I want a fucking manual for my brain. Is this too much to ask? Or a sort of traffic light system? Red-yellow-green go? Look we are not on speaking terms we need another form of communication

[daycourtofficial]

Ferocious beasts with soft bellies

Pairing: Eris x Rhys’s sister!reader | WC: 2.5k | warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some violence from dogs

Summary: Eris’s hounds know you’re pregnant before either of you do, driving the two of you wild with their newfound devotion to you.

Author’s note: hi everyone!!! Thanks for joining me this week, I hope you had a great time!! This one ends on a note I didn’t expect it to, but I do have plans to write follow-ups I kinda wanted to break this up into two. Also this is part of my gingerfucker series, but can be read as a standalone okay love ya bye 😘

Eris’s hounds were incredibly well-trained. He spent thousands of hours when they were pups instilling in them commands, tracking and hunting skills, and alerting him to intruders on the property.

At least, they used to be well-trained.

These days Clover, the leader of the pack, would not allow you out of her sight. All twelve hounds wandered through your house as they pleased, often keeping you company in Eris’s absence. They would lounge about, finding warm sunny spots throughout the house to take afternoon naps in. You’d usually have one or two lazily trail you around the house, staying in the beds you had placed in several of the rooms.

Lately their attachment and sudden devotion to you was getting out of hand. Clover was practically sewn into your side the way she followed you around - she hardly let you out of her sight, keeping an eye on you at all times, following you as you moved through the house. She was even beginning to ignore Eris’s commands, opting to stay at your feet, following you around the house, or with her head curled on your lap.

When you and Eris publicly began your mateship, you had begged him to allow the dogs into your shared bed. “Just one,” you had pouted, “I don’t like waking alone.”

Despite his grumbling, Eris had obliged your request. Things with your family were still quite rough - it had been almost a year by now since you left the Night Court, being unceremoniously abdicated from the throne. You had been in contact with most of your family by this point except for Rhysand, who was still refusing to speak with you since he forced you out of ‘his court’, as he had called it.

Despite your best efforts, Eris still felt guilty over it, the rift in your family caused by the discovery of your mateship. You usually tried to soothe him, not wanting him to feel guilt over the decisions you made. You would choose him over and over again, and problems with Rhysand or any member of your family were not going to stop that from continuing. Besides, his guilt would be better suited as ire towards Rhysand.

Sometimes you did use his guilt to get what you want.

Which is why it initially did take Clover much coaxing to jump into the bed at all, a notion she thought ridiculous at first, but once her paws melted into the mattress, she was quick to lay directly on your side of the bed, placing her head atop your pillow.

“Traitor,” Eris had muttered as you cuddled up to her, petting her soft head.

After getting her into the bed, Clover spent most nights curled up at your feet or by your side, your nights often spent squished between her long body and Eris’s. Soon enough, you were back to asking Eris for another one to sleep in your bed.

“So Clover doesn’t get lonely.”

He spent ages debating with you that no, she doesn’t need a companion in bed with her. It was ridiculous. The three of you were enough for one bed, and he hated to think of how a second hound would complicate things.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he did quite enjoy it when he’d throw an arm around you in the middle of the night and his fingers would meet Clover’s soft fur from the other side of you.

It also soothed some minor worry in him to have you protected from all sides, despite your being more than capable of defending yourself. The mating bond was a precious gift, but it was also a minor curse with the way it coursed through his veins, needing to protect you, to keep you safe, and to keep you both satiated.

“Er, our bed’s plenty big enough for more hounds.”

“Yes, but they’ll get too spoiled. You’ve already turned Clover rotten.”

“I have done no such thing,” you cross your arms, trying to look utterly appalled at his accusation. He gives you a pointed look, then turns his gaze behind you.

Your gaze turned to the hound seated behind you, her long limbs spread across your bed, her little leg kicks and soft snores bringing a small chuckle to your lips that you quickly turned into a scoff.

“That proves nothing.”

In the several months since allowing Clover and Cinnamon in your bed, they were still obedient. They left the bed without disturbing you in the mornings, they rotated who laid next to you and who slept at the foot of the bed, and they would never go to bed without either you or Eris prompting them to.

That all stopped a few weeks ago.

Eris’s hounds had always been fond of you - Eris had spoken of them for centuries before you were able to see any of them. The way he had spoken of them had helped you see he was capable of caring about something that wasn’t himself.

That was its own revelation.

Meeting the hounds was quite nerve-wracking for you - he told you they were quite cold to new fae, and they had detested Lucien’s overeagerness to befriend them - a grudge they still held many centuries later.

“I believe they smelled the desperation leaking from his pores, tainted their perception of him,” he quipped.

Despite Eris’ warnings, you were not prepared for them to warm up to you as much as they had. He brought out his most trusted hound, Clover, to meet you, and you’re not sure if it was the way Eris’ scent was forever entwined with your own, but she warmed to you immediately. She circled your legs before sitting directly next to you, placing her head beneath your hand.

“What does this mean?” you whisper to Eris, not wanting to scare her or set her off.

“She wants you to pet her.”

Your confused expression makes his eyes dance with amusement.

“Surely you understand that means to stroke her head.” He raises his hand in demonstration, petting the air with a bemused look on his face.

You huff, “she could bite me, I apologize for wanting to wait a moment before touching a creature you’ve told me is dangerous.”

“She is dangerous, but surely she’s capable of being more than one thing.”

Nowadays she was capable of such a feat - she was not only beloved by you, but she was also a constant thorn in your side.

It started with subtle things, conversations with Eris where you tried to express how odd they were behaving one night while you sat in Eris’ study, helping him sort through correspondence from his brothers about the lands they oversee.

“Clover followed me into the bathroom.”

“Perhaps I should put some cushions for her to lay down while you bathe. I’m fond of the sight, perhaps she is too.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m serious, Er. She’s behaving strangely.”

Eris set the letter from Moros down, his attention fixed on you. “You spoil her, she is merely being affectionate. You’ll get used to it.”

Eris was wrong, Clover’s behavior only getting worse as the days went on.

“Clover, stay.”

Clover’s brown eyes observed you, your finger pointing toward the floor indicating for her to stay, tone full of finality - a princess’s tone, a high lady’s tone. You were determined to get the hound to listen to you, commanding her to stay in your chambers.

You passed through the door, heading down to speak with one of your advisor’s who insisted he speak with you as soon as possible. You rolled your eyes just thinking about his current issue with one of the trade routes that flows into Spring and how last time he wanted to speak to you, you enjoyed watching the vein on his forehead throb at your reluctance to take his ill advice.

Perhaps during this meeting the vein will pop, at least then the meeting would come with entertainment.

You look down and are startled when you see Clover’s body in step with yours, her fur shimmering in the light as if she were smoke rising from the ground.

Cauldron boil me, Eris is going to kill me if I’ve ruined all of their training.

You stop, pointing in the opposite direction, whispering, “go, shoo Clover.” You don’t even want to consider how she got through the closed door.

Clover just sits in front of you, her gaze piercing, seeing something you can’t. You blow out a breath, hands running through your hair, “okay, you may come with me.”

You’d regret those words.

Clover strode into the room before you, sniffing the air as her nails clacked across the floor. Her focus shifted to the male in the room, Flint’s eyes narrowing at her. She moved her body closer to the floor as she stalked towards him, the hair along her spine raising into the shape of a fin. Her ears were pulled back, a low rumble emitting from her chest.

“Clover!”

Your voice is chastising, but Clover does not let her guard down as she slowly approaches Flint. His eyes are full of fear as she approaches, her feet circling him. He spins in a circle, not letting her eyes leave his.

“Clover!”

You whistle her stop command, but she ignores it. She circled Flint the way she circles mice and rabbits.

She always loved playing with her food.

“What is this? Control your hound.” Flint’s voice is annoyed as Clover raises her head, baring her teeth at him.

“I’m trying.”

You move forward, reaching to grab Clover’s neck, instead missing and falling forward towards Flint. His arms catch your forearms, but Clover was not a fan of his touch and her teeth swiftly sank into the leg of his trousers. Her grip was strong as she tugged at his pants, and he began stammering, shaking his leg trying to rid his pants of her. He backed away toward the door, and once he reached the threshold, Clover let go of her grip, almost causing the male to fall over.

Her growls echoed down the hall as she watched him run down the hall before scampering back towards you, confusion and shock on your face at all that just transpired.

The hound just licked your face gently before laying next to you, her head in your lap.

You sighed, certain that Eris would kill you for ruining Clover.

Later that night, Eris made hisbway to your shared chambers, a bit surprised to find you already asleep. The hour wasn’t too late, however he had caught you dozing while reading over some requests regarding equipment for some farms.

He stripped his clothes, the finery being replaced by some loose trousers before moving towards the bed to find that the hounds had placed themselves on either side of you, Cinnamon occupying his spot on the bed.

“Cinnamon, down.”

The brown hound does not listen to the command, the only response a long sigh of her breath. He stared at the hound - a seventy year old beast who was one of the easiest hounds he’d ever trained, knowing how he expected her to behave from an incredibly young age.

Cinnamon was no Clover, but she was second in their chain of command. Clover was on your other side, soft snores coming from her snout.

There was plenty of room in the bed for the two of you, the two hounds, and, truthfully, several more hounds. Your preference for larger beds from when you had your wings never left after you lost them.

Eris laid in the bed, determined he could outmaneuver his hounds. He moved a hand out to your face, stroking your hair before a soft growl cut him off.

His hand stilled, eyes wide at such a response from Cinnamon. His nostrils begin flaring, heat rising to the surface of his skin in anger. He could feel the roar of the bond in his ears, frustration boiling within him at the defiance and aggression at him touching his own mate.

He tried to swallow it down, refusing to erupt in his own bed while you slept peacefully next to him. His fuse was a short one, his temper always loosely held back by a quick tongue that allowed him to loosen the reins ever so slightly.

He watched them, their bodies curled around your own and thought about your complaints of them following you around, believing it to be a consequence of your softness towards them.

You were spoiling them rotten. You were a few weeks away from giving them table scraps, for Mother’s sake. But then his thoughts veered into Flint’s description of what occurred, Clover guarding you from Flint’s touch like a mother hen-

His heart stalls in his chest, a heavy realization settling over him as he sits up, Sierra growling softly at his abrupt movements.

You were pregnant. You had to be - it was the only logical conclusion other than all twelve of his hounds losing their minds simultaneously. They must be able to scent it on you before fae senses could pick them up.

He wonders briefly if Lucien’s magical eye could see it.

Eris lay frozen on the bed, his thoughts swirling with what to do, how he was going to handle this. He was still quite new to his tenure as high lord - the work wasn’t unexpected by any means, however his position was still quite vulnerable - new power always attracted violence attempting to see how far that power extended.

Things were still difficult in your personal lives - he and Lucien were on tenuous speaking terms, you and Rhysand were not on speaking terms. The two of you hadn’t spoken in almost a year.

It was all so damn complicated - you hadn’t had a coronation as high lady yet, wanting to wait until Rhysand would show up to have the ceremony. The logistics of a babe at such a crucial turning point politically could open Eris up to glaring vulnerabilities.

Long fingers tap at his chest, trying to keep himself somewhat grounded in reality. He had no confirmation for this - his reasoning behind such a theory were founded on the strange behavior of his hounds. He was being a ridiculous fool to get so worked up over unconfirmed theories.

Yet the image of a swaddled little thing kept gnawing at his mind - tiny toes, a tiny nose, tiny fingers wrapping around his. He had adored his brothers when they were much younger, when the world under Beron could be disguised as a good place. Perhaps he could do it.

Eris laid awake for several hours, your soft breathing calming him as he sat and thought about all the possible ways he could ruin all of this.

A tiny part of him let himself hope that, in spite of it all, he wouldn’t.

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[rosielovesf1]

spilling secrets on stream | LN4

what better place to hard launch a relationship than twitch?

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none!

author's note: it's been so fun thinking up little story ideas and this is the product of one of them. fair warning that it's been forever since i've played fortnite so probably not very accurate when it comes to that 🤦‍♀️ thank youuu for reading and have a great day!!

also my requests are open if you would like to see a certain story/driver!! 🫶

“Hi guys, sorry I’m late,” Lando said, adjusting his headphones as he started the stream. There were a surprising number of people online for this Thursday afternoon, but he had posted on his story that Max would be joining him, so that could explain the popularity. Not that he would ever tell him that. 

“Max is joining now.” He stretched his arms over his head, smirking when the chat quickly noticed the sliver of skin he’d exposed in the simple motion. Oops. “Is Max with you right now? No, chat, I’m in Monaco. How’s offseason? It’s good. I’ve been doing a whole lot of nothing.” 

Lando read through and answered a couple more questions until Max’s face popped up on his screen. 

“Hello hello,” Max said, waving to the camera. “How are we, chat? What are we playing?” 

After a couple minutes of debate, they decided on Fortnite. The first round was short lived- Lando got shot pretty much immediately. Now, him and Max were two of ten players remaining, but the sound of the front door opening caused him to turn his focus away from the game. 

“y/n?” Lando called out after muting himself, turning away from the screen to see if his girlfriend had just arrived home. 

“Bro, what are you doing?” Max protested, his character running circles around Lando’s still one. Two other characters spotted them over a nearby hill and started firing immediately, with Max left alone to defend them. “You muppet!” Within seconds, Lando had died, and Max didn’t have enough time to resuscitate him in the midst of defending himself. 

“My bad.” Lando turned back to the screen, laughing at Max’s distress. 

“That was entirely your fault.” Max responded, pausing to look at his phone alert from Lando. 

I think y/n just got back and she doesn’t know I’m on stream. Can you stay on until I get back? 

Even though Lando and his girlfriend were practically living together at this point, staying at each other’s homes almost every night during the offseason, they were yet to make it official in the eyes of the public. Max knew this better than everyone- often having to cover for the couple when they weren’t cautious enough- and smirked as he typed back a yes. Lando took that as a sign to communicate his exit. “Be right back, chat. Don’t be too mean to Max while I’m gone.” 

He opened and shut the door to the room behind him, padding down the soft carpet runner of the hallway. “y/n?” Her bright pink trainers were by the front door, and seeing as he could hear the shower down the hall, she must’ve just come back from a run. 

All of a sudden, music started blasting- a Doja Cat song, Lando knew from y/n's time on the aux whenever they were in the car together. 

“y/n,” Lando laughed, knocking on the bathroom door, “I’m on stream darling.” It wasn’t that he minded the noise, or that the chat would know very quickly that there was a girl in his house (he wasn’t really the Doja Cat type). If it were up to him, he would’ve posted y/n the day they had made it official, four months ago. But they’d decided to wait a bit and enjoy the privacy. 

No response still. He tried the bathroom door handle but it was locked. She must’ve not known he was coming home, Lando thought cheekily to himself. Otherwise, it would’ve been open. He gave up and retreated back to the room with his setup, shooting a quick text over to y/n that he was home. 

Lando settled back into his chair, turning the camera on. “Alright, chat, I’m back. Sorry to leave you with Max.” 

Max raised an eyebrow at the music that filtered in through Lando’s mic, choosing not to comment on it. The chat wasn’t as sly though, with every other comment questioning the source. 

“Didn’t know Lando was a Doja Cat fan. I’m not.” The ambiguous comment sparked even more questions, and Lando just shook his head jokingly as they started another game. As he died for a third time, Max cursing and threatening to find someone better to play with, the music cut and the distant sound of the shower running stopped. 

“Lando?” y/n called out, freezing as she read over his text in the hallway. Lando’s eyes widened and he quickly muted himself, sliding his headphones off. As he stood up he heard y/n's footsteps nearing the door and managed to shut the camera off just in time. 

Lando pulled open the door and the scent of coconut and hibiscus floated in. y/n looked up at him with wide eyes in sweatpants and a stolen Quadrant t-shirt, her hair still wet from the shower. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that you were streaming.” She peeked over his shoulder and her eyes widened at the rapidly scrolling chat, the viewers going crazy about the distinctly female voice they’d overheard. Max had given up at pretending to ignore them and had shut off his camera as well, only adding to the viewers assumptions. 

He pulled her into a hug, mumbling “You smell good.” into her hair as a way of greeting. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed tightly, rocking back and forth. 

“Did they hear me?” 

“Yeah.” They shuffled over to the computer together, her almost afraid to read the chat that was still scrolling at a million miles a minute. Lando read out one comment that said “can Lando’s girlfriend fight?” and raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl next to him. 

“Heck yeah. Look at these muscles. Try me.” She bounced back and forth on her heels, hands up in a boxing stance.

Lando laughed at her, locking her in a headlock that she quickly wiggled out of. “Not fair,” she whined. “Caught me by surprise.” 

He pulled her in front of him to straighten out the locks of hair he’d mussed, and kissed her forehead before looking down at her. “What if we told them about us right now?” 

“You think?” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and he ran a gentle thumb over it to get her to stop. 

“I think they’re going to love you as much as I do.” She leaned into him at that statement, and he watched her eyes as she seemed to process his statement. 

“Alright,” she still looked hesitant, but brightened up as she opened her mouth to speak again. “I’m already wearing the right shirt and everything.” 

“Quadrants #1 fan.” He smiled, pulling her over to the computer. They split the chair so that both of them could sit, and she draped her legs comfortably over his. He rested one hand on her thigh, using the other to restart the stream. “Ready?” 

She nodded, and all of a sudden they were back online. 

“Hi, chat.” Lando smiled, laughing as the comments started pouring in. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you to someone. This is my girlfriend, y/n.” 

“Hi, everyone,” y/n said, sporting a smile to match her boyfriend’s. “How are you doing?” 

“Finally.” Max let out a sigh, clicking his camera back on. 

“Thanks for covering for us, Max.” The trio sat and talked for a little bit, y/n answering questions for her from the chat that Lando pointed out every once in a while. They eventually turned the game back on, y/n holding her own and often outranking Max and Lando. In the midst of waiting for a new game to load, Lando wrapped an arm around her waist, squeezing her side. 

“I’m so glad I get to show you off now.”

@landonorris: kiss me more 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

@y/nl/n: cat’s out of the bag 🤭

[hotchswifey]

a little bit shy - rafael barba x reader smut

i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like it’s 2700 words  😭 😭 😭 😭

 anyways i’m not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but it’s mine so it’s fine

warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff she’s done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (it’s self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!

(word count: 2740)

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You sat on the counter of your café, reading one of Stephen King’s books. You had closed up at 19:00 like you did every day (par Sundays where you closed up at 17:00); however, you had stayed behind in your store, deciding that you would leave when the rain cleared up - which, it hadn’t. You looked at the grandfather clock standing up against the wall - quarter past nine. The time had flown by as you were too engrossed in your book to notice the world outside and join the world written on the pages. You sighed as you jumped off the counter, folding the corner of (what was now) your personal copy of Doctor Sleep, realising that the weather would not get better anytime soon. Grabbing your hoodie (while cursing your past self for not bringing a coat to work), you turned off the lights, ensuring the ovens and such were also turned off. You grabbed your keys, preparing for the harsh weather, before stepping outside (albeit reluctantly). The rain hit your face harshly, the wind almost making breathing impossible, as you made your way quickly (or as quick as the wind would let your body move) down the sidewalk. You should have probably just called an Uber as you got to the corner of the street. But, then again, you had money to return to the shop. You halted on the corner, debating it but rejecting the idea. You were already soaking from being outside for a few minutes, so what were another... 20... to your apartment. It took you about ten seconds to go to Rafael’s apartment. You had only been dating for a couple months, but his place was, at most, ten minutes away from your shop, and you were freezing. You rushed down the sidewalk until you got to his building, standing underneath a roof; you quickly texted him with trembling fingers, asking if he could let you in, figuring he wouldn’t hear your voice on the intercom system due to the wind. The door buzzed open within seconds, which you were highly thankful for, and you made your way to the elevator, which you took to the top floor. Rafael answered the door after you knocked, still in his suit (confirming your suspicion that he had not stopped working even now; you were pretty surprised he was even home, as he was usually spending all his free time in his office). His eyes went wide immediately, taking in your wet form. “Hermosa, wha-” he cut himself off (something you didn’t know he was even capable of doing) as he opened the door wider for you to come in. “You’re soaking,” he said as he reached for the zipper of your hoodie. “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” you quipped back as you slapped his hands away, grabbing the zipper to try to pull it down, but you couldn’t quite do it with your trembling hands (which were a dangerously dark red). Rafael grabbed it again, slapping your hands away this time, pulling the zipper down and peeling the fabric off your skin as it stuck to you. “What were you thinking?” he looked down at you sternly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Calm down, I’m fine-” “You’re going to get ill,” he interrupted, taking your phone from you and placing it on the coffee table face down (which seemed to be his way of telling you I’m taking this because you are almost vibrating from how cold you are, not because I’m going to look through your phone, Hermosa). “you need a shower.” “I’m fine!” you argued, and Rafael looked at you with a deadpan look. You stared at each other for about ten seconds before you gave in, mumbling quickly, “Fine.” He walked you towards the bathroom as if you didn’t know where it was and opened the door for you. A quick “thank you” later, and you were peeling off the rest of your clothes before figuring out how to turn on the shower. After about a minute (which felt like an eternity, considering you were feeling hypothermic), you grabbed a towel before heading back out to find Rafael putting your hoodie in a washing basket. “Rafael?” he turned around at that, his eyebrows furrowing - he was cute when he was overly concerned. You suddenly became aware that you were naked and blushed heavily, “How- how do you, um, turn the... shower on?” Once he showed you and left the room, you basked in the water, feeling your previously numb fingers returning to life. You were highly aware of how long you were in the shower, not wanting to waste water or heat or anything. As well as the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were only one wall away from Rafael - totally naked. You took his (very expensive looking) shampoo and soap, cleaning yourself and your hair, before turning off the shower and leaving. Only then did you realise that you had no clothes - unless you would put on cold, wet ones. You wrapped the same towel around yourself before sheepishly entering the bathroom. Rafael smiled at you from his seat on his couch, his work abandoned on the dining table, his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs and his tie looser than when he had answered the door, and a glass of scotch in one hand and the tv playing Netflix. “I don’t- um, I- I don’t have any... clothes,” you stuttered, looking down at your feet and fiddling with the towel. “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, like you two always did this. he got up, pausing (in what looked like) the office (which you had convinced him to watch after it came to your knowledge that he had never watched it), and began to pull out a shirt from his drawer in his bedroom, handing it to you, which you thanked him for, still blushing from your current predicament. He went to leave before you spoke again. “I- I don’t have any-” you stopped talking, blushing too much before you could say ‘panties’. “You don’t mind wearing mine, would you? Because, you see, I don’t have any panties,” You blushed at his bluntness but shook your head to say, “No, I don’t mind. When, in actuality, you did mind, but only because the thought made you feel hot. Like everything else had once you had made your way into his apartment. You were naked. And, now, you were going to wear Rafael’s clothes. He left for you to get dressed; you shut the door, making sure it was locked, before you dropped the towel, pulling on his briefs and shirt. His shirt was white, and as you looked in the mirror, you realised that, yes, he could definitely see your nipples through the shirt. You buttoned three buttons before turning around and checking how much of your ass it covered. Thankfully, it fell to your mid-thigh, and even more, it smelt like him. You exited the bedroom, turning to close the door behind you softly to not disturb Rafael’s Netflix. What you didn’t see, with your back turned, was Rafael staring at you (specifically, your ass) and licking his lips. As you turned back around, you saw him sit forward and place his free hand (the one without scotch in it) on his knee - unbeknownst to you, he was trying to hide his growing member. You smiled at him, which he returned, and joined him on the couch, sitting about a foot away. You were right when you thought he was watching the office. He was currently watching Jim fax Dwight messages from future Dwight. You brought your legs up to your chest, sitting back on the couch. I watched as Jan told Michael that the branch was closing. “Would you like a drink, cariño?” he asked, making his way (very quickly, you noticed) behind the couch, as you watched the TV. You looked up at him, smiling, asking him for some coffee. He kissed you on the forehead, causing you to giggle, and then started on your coffee. But you swore as he turned around that he was... hard? Your eyes widened, and your cheeks grew hot as your head flew forward to stare at the TV. A smile grew on your face, and you tried to hide it multiple times, but you just couldn’t; it was... cute. Rafael was unbelievably cute right now - plus, his ears were pink, which made him look... well, adorable. You made sure he couldn’t see your face as you smiled widely, but you realised you were failing when he said; “What’s happening?” “What?” you turned to him, still smiling. “In Scranton,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, but you weren’t focused on the TV. You were focused on what was going on behind the kitchen counter he was standing behind. “Oh, right, there,” you said, although you were sure you sounded teasing, which you must have because Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean, ángel?” he asked, coming back to join you on the couch, handing you the coffee. He sat closer to you than you had previously sat next to him, not that you minded - you wanted to sit on his lap, not next to him, but you’d settle for this. “Nothing,” you smirked as you glanced at him - his trousers were still tight. Your eyes went wide momentarily, but it was enough for Rafael to notice. “What?” “What?” you sipped your coffee, covering your smile as you looked at him. he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his arm around you, bringing you into his chest. He put the coffee on the table for you, looking down at you as you turned your head completely to look him in the eye. “You’re hiding something.” “Am I, counsellor?” You moved your legs over him, and he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to yelp and him to chuckle, burying his face in your neck, nipping and kissing at your skin. Your cheeks began to burn again as your smile and teasing attitude disappeared, replaced with whimpers and gripping onto the hem of your (or, rather, his) shirt. You did notice, however, that you weren’t exactly on his lap but on his legs. Which meant he thought you hadn’t noticed his... situation. “What are you hiding, cariño?” he began to kiss further down, kissing at your collarbone. You reached down to palm at his slacks, the office still playing in the background. You heard his breath hitch, and his head flew up to look you in the eye. “What are you hiding, counsellor?” you grinned at him, blinking through your lashes. His ears burned, as well as his cheeks, and he looked pretty shocked, too. However, he quickly recovered. He smirked at you, gripping your wrist, causing you to pout. His lips found yours, and you whimpered into his mouth, causing him to smirk again. “I’m not hiding a thing, cariño,” he said against your mouth, moving your hand back down to his bulge. He hummed against your mouth as you squeezed him lightly. His hand gripped your thigh, the other resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whined into his lips, putting your hand, not playing with his bulge, on top of the one on your thigh. “Please, Rafael,” you whimpered. His hand on your thigh began to creep up your leg, coming up to the waistband of your briefs before slipping inside. That was new. Sure, you had done things with Raf before, but he was always very... slow. He just wanted to ensure you were completely comfortable with what was happening, but now? Seeing you in his shirt? His fingers teased your entrance momentarily before he gathered your slick and began rubbing at your clit with steady circles. Your hand immediately gripped his wrist, your fingers not even managing to close around his arm. Your back arched, your tits pressed against him, and pathetic whines fell from your lips. His lips were attacking your neck and collarbone, marking you. “Oh, god,” you whimpered out, his fingers beginning to speed up, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Your fingers, the ones not around his arm, gripped his waistcoat. His rubbing sent impulses up and down your body, your vocal cords working on their own accord and your limbs twitching. “Please, oh, god,” his fingers and mouth were the only things you could focus on, and the rest of the world fell away. You were becoming incoherent with your words, that much you were aware of, as you mumbled out, ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s. You were pretty amazed you had stayed coherent for that long, considering that you were usually a mumbling mess of a woman who couldn’t make eye contact or stop blushing when he touched any part of your skin. You brought his face up from your neck, wanting to kiss his scotch-flavoured lips. The passionate kiss did not stop you from whimpering against him or prevent you from moving his hand away from your clit and towards your entrance. "estás tan necesitado, ¿no es así, cariño?" his tone was teasing, though you had no idea what he was saying. You moaned as his fingers edged around your entrance, and you dropped your head into his neck to hide the growing blush, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked as best they could in the position you were in. You whined when he took his fingers away from you; however, after he had moved you onto his lap (and, therefore, on top of his hard-on), his fingers continued their previous actions. He sunk one finger into your heat, causing your hold on his vest to tighten and your other to clench as you lifted it, trying to decide what to do. Your legs fell wider as Rafael curled his fingers into your sweet spot (and, of course, he knew exactly where that was, despite only having done this a couple of times). “Please, Rafael,” your voice was heavily muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against his neck. Still, he must have heard you because he added another finger into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with two fingers whilst his palm ground against your clit. “please, papi,” you mumbled out, causing Rafael to stutter in his pleasing ministrations and his cock to twitch. You immediately seized up, your eyes flying open against his neck. However, Rafael’s fingers continued without hesitation, his other hand moving to your ass and squeezing it, pulling you more towards him. He hummed against the side of your head. “Papi, cariño?” your cheeks flushed, the embarrassment of the situation catching up on you. Your hold on his vest tightened, and you were sure you were seconds away from tearing it. You whimpered against his skin, the humiliation only contributing to your impending orgasm. Rafael smirked down at you, loving how you looked, squirming and whimpering on his lap. he loved that you were shy. You were adorable when you were blushing and stumbling over your words whilst you looked everywhere but him. When you called him Papa? he almost groaned aloud. He could feel you pulsing around his fingers, your legs spasming and back arching. Taking his hand away from your ass (and slightly lifting one of his legs to not make you fall), he unbuttoned your shirt, kneading one of your breasts. Your whimpers turned into moans, gradually increasing in volume and frequency. “That’s it, Hermosa, cum on papi’s fingers."

[writing-until-i-drop]

What's In A Name? Chapter Five

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: Meg has to make a very interesting phone call...

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Meg woke up with Tyler curled around her, his heavy arm draped over her waist, a large hand splayed across her stomach, keeping her tight against him. It had been the best night of sleep of her life and she stubbornly gave credit to the softness of Boone’s shirt for it. She carefully slipped out of his hold and down the ladder.

At some point, the Wranglers had driven the camper and the rest of their vehicles to a different motel and they were all gathered up outside, bundled in blankets, sitting around an extinguished fire. Boone was the first to notice her, popping out of his chair to hug her tightly, rocking her back and forth.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Doc, and thank you, thank you, for keeping T safe.” The rest of the Wranglers were quick to join in on the hug, even Ben after she heard the shutter of his camera. Meg almost started crying from the sheer amount of love surrounding her, feeling at home again in Oklahoma for the first time in five years. “You hungry, Doc?”

“Starvin’,” Her stomach growled in agreement.

“I’ll rustle something up,” Boone patted her on the shoulder. “Also, do your parents watch our streams?” She nodded. “They were name-dropping you something fierce in the chat last night, asking for updates if you were okay.” Of course, they had. Meg knew better than to think it was just her dad demanding answers in the chat.

“The whole crew’s probably at my parent’s house debating whether they should drive out here.” She shook her head with a huff of laughter. “Dex, can I borrow your phone? I don’t know what happened to mine.” He obliged and she dialed the house phone, putting it on speaker.

“Harding’s phone,” Rabbit picked up. “Meggy, this you?” Dexter’s mouth fell open, putting all the pieces together faster than the rest.

“Yeah, it’s me. Y’all can stop freaking out, all limbs are accounted for and in working order.” 

“Bill, Jo, guys, it’s Meggy!” 

“Meggy, honey,’ Preacher’s voice was the next on the line. “You scared us half to death.” 

“Margaret Marie Harding,” Her mom shouted into the receiver. “Have you lost your damn mind?” Meg cringed,

“Mama, I’m just following in dad’s footsteps.” There were shouts of “The Extreme” in the background. “Also, y’all might be on speaker with the Tornado Wranglers.” 

“Holy shit, Meggy,” That was Beltzer.

“We’re big fans,” And that was Haynes. The Wranglers were watching her with amused and star-struck looks. Ben, thankfully, was the first to recover.

“Your daughter is quite remarkable.” 

“And alive,” Boone added, giving Meg a thumbs up that she returned, mouthing good job.

“We’re glad to hear it. Hi, Pumpkin.” 

“Hiya, dad. Did you want that mug of yours signed? Pretty sure I can swing it.” 

“Dani, get the man a mug!” Dexter pushed a laughing Dani towards the camper where Tyler still slept. The Wranglers and the original team energetically traded exclamations of excitement and amusement that Meg had kept her last name a secret for so long. That was until her mama started shouting again. 

“I don’t want you anywhere near a tornado unless you’re harnessed  in, do you understand me, young lady?” 

“Mama, please, you’re embarrassing me.” 

“Let me talk to Dexter,” Jo demanded. “He seems like the only responsible one.” Meg didn’t argue, taking her mom off speaker and handing the phone to Dexter.

“Yes, ma’am?” There was a shout of her name from inside the camper, signaling to everyone that Tyler had woken up to an empty bed.  The Wranglers snickered at her, Lily giving her a good-natured shove to the shoulder. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Tyler came stumbling out of the camper, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a grinning Dani right behind him with a mug and a marker in either hand.

“Where’s Meg?” 

“That’s Meg Harding to you, Ty,” Lily teased and Tyler’s eyes went wide. “Yup, your girlfriend’s the daughter of storm-chasing legends.” Meg flushed, hoping her parents hadn’t heard that. Tyler looked at her, dumbstruck.

“Your parents are…”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit,” Tyler ran a hand through his already chaotic hair. “You’re a-,” He pointed at her, “Your parents are-” Meg nodded. “Holy shit.” 

“My parents are big fans of your channel, Ty.” She saw the moment Tyler’s brain fully stopped functioning, giggling. 

“I need coffee,” Tyler’s shoulders slumped. He sat down in Boone’s abandoned seat beside Meg, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, like he was afraid she’d run off on him. Meg squeezed back. “Who’s he talking to?”

“My family.” Meg could get used to surprising the hell out of Tyler, laughing at the startled look on his face.

“Doc, Rabbit wants to talk to you.” Dexter jogged the phone over. “Can I meet your parents?” He whispered and Meg nodded, rolling her eyes with a smile.

“What’s up?” 

“Don’t let your mom fool you, Meggy. She’s giddy as hell you’re chasing again.” Meg knew that in her heart but the reassurance made her smile. “Also, we’re betting on how long it takes you to ride the cowboy. Don’t tell your dad.”

“Rabbit!” Meg shrieked, slapping a hand over her mouth. She glanced over at the sleepy man beside her who didn’t seem to have heard what Rabbit said. Meg was going to turn that man into rabbit stew the next time she saw him.

“Blame Haynes, her idea.” 

“Don’t blame me, blame Joey!” 

“She knows damn well it wasn’t me, it was definitely Lawrence.” Could they get any more embarrassing? She felt like she was fifteen again, listening to the group place bets on how her first date would go.

“Guuuuyyyyysss. Can you please just put my dad on the phone?” There was a brief shuffle.

“Hey, Pumpkin. What was Rabbit saying?” 

“Nothing, just being annoying. She glanced at her blonde cowboy, getting a mischievous idea. “Tyler’s here if you want to talk to him, he’s a fan of yours.” She giggled at the look on his face. “Well, you talk, he’ll hyperventilate.” 

“Be nice to that boy,” Her dad scolded playfully. “I’ve got fifty bucks on you marrying him.” 

“Oh my God, that’s so much worse!” She wanted to disappear into thin air. Tyler took the outstretched phone.

“This is Tyler Owens, sir.” Tyler sat up straighter in his seat, running a hand through his bed head.

Boone came jogging back to the group, holding a 7/11 bag above his head.

“I got you coffee, a muffin, and a burrito.” Giving Tyler’s hand one last squeeze, Meg went to collect her breakfast, thanking the man with a kiss on the cheek. “Dani said you take lots of cream and sugar.” Meg looked at the woman who shrugged,

“I guessed.” 

“You guessed right, Sweet Thing. Thanks again, Boonie Baby,” She gave him another kiss on the cheek before going back to her seat. Meg kept the burrito, passing Tyler the blueberry muffin.

“Yes, sir. No, sir,” Meg couldn’t help but wonder what her dad was asking him, nibbling on the corner of the lukewarm burrito. Bean and cheese, nice. “No, she didn’t tell us her last name.” Tyler chuckled, “Yes, sir. I’m starting to understand that.” He paused, eyes going wide. Meg shifted in her chair, letting her legs fall across Tyler’s lap. He rested a hand on her knee and Meg couldn’t help but think that she could do this every morning, sitting there, admiring Tyler’s stubbled jaw line while the rest of the Wranglers joked around with each other. “I’d be honored but first we’ve got to go find Kate, yes, sir. Sapulpa.” He tapped her knee, “Here, darlin’.” He passed the phone, trading it for her coffee, his nose scrunching up. “I prefer black.”

“Not everything’s about you, Arkansas.” Tyler stuck his tongue out at her. “Hey, dad.” 

“You should marry that boy, Meg.” Her eyes cut to Tyler who was eyeing her back with a small smile on his face, making him even cuter than normal. 

“We’ll see, dad,” She sighed. “Gotta chase down my other half first. Now go feed the guys, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Pumpkin. Come home before you leave.”

“I will, should I bring Kate?” 

“And Tyler. Keep an eye on the sky, Pumpkin.” Meg hung up, mumbling through a mouthful of burrito.

“Trouble makin’ busy bodies, the whole group of ‘em.” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were Jo and Bill Harding’s daughter,” Her mom would have liked the way he put her name first. “No wonder you’ve got such good instincts.” 

“Get ‘em from my daddy.” Dani came over, presenting Tyler with the mug to sign.

“And here I didn’t think you could get any cooler, Meg,” Dani teased. “We gotta keep you around.” 

“Here here,” Boone raised his coffee in cheers. “T, buddy, don’t go fucking this up for us.” The Wranglers all added their agreement, making Meg laugh. She swiped the coffee back from Tyler, admonishing him for drinking more than half the cup if he didn’t like it. Then it hit her and she nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Lily had called her his girlfriend and neither she nor Tyler had corrected her. What the hell did that mean?

“Stop thinking so hard, darlin’.” Tyler squeezed her knee like he could read her mind. “Just enjoy the morning.” His hand moved up to her thigh as he kicked back in his chair to eat and she rested her hand on top of his, letting her attention fall to Boone and Dani as they teased Dexter for his fangirling. Ben started snapping pictures and Meg didn’t let herself worry about how she looked wearing borrowed clothes, eating a gas station burrito, mud from the night before still on her cheeks, with Tyler’s hand on her thigh.

Unlike when he was chasing, Tyler was an incredibly safe driver on the way to Sapulpa. Meg on the other hand was an incredibly unsafe passenger. She had the passenger seat pushed all the way back, her feet kicked up on the dash, and her boots abandoned on the floorboards.

Lily had lent her a pair of mismatched socks, one was striped and the other was dotted. They were both singing along to the country music blaring on the radio and Meg couldn’t remember a time she felt happier. And she was sad she had to ruin it.

“I should probably tell you what you’re gettin’ into before we get there, Ty.” Tyler turned off the radio, giving her as much attention as he could while driving.

“What, darlin’, you hiding a boyfriend from me in Sapulpa?” Meg snorted, she wished that’s all she had to confess. Instead, she held out her hands in front of her. Her fingertips were all kinked, not quite straight. They were also calloused and scarred, not only from chasing but from her time as a paramedic. Her favorite scar was one on the pad of her thumb, permanently messing up her fingerprints, from when she stuck herself with an EPI pen instead of the patient. 

“You ever notice how crooked my fingers are?” 

“I was a bull rider, healed breaks are normal to me.” She hummed at his non-answer, answer. 

“I met Kate in college and we became close, our friend Addy used to call us two shades of the same color. Always the same but slightly different.” Dandelion and Sunflower, shades of yellow, were her favorite comparison to make. She’d always make a joke about how they were happiest when the sun was hidden behind clouds, so they needed to be surrounded by bright colors. “Mama was her thesis advisor. There were six of us helping her with the research.” 

Meg let the tears roll down her cheeks without wiping them away.

“Parveen and Kate spearheaded the actual idea, Javi collected the data with Dorothy, Addy was there to take photos, Jeb,” She chuckled. “Jeb was just in love with Kate, so he’d follow her anywhere, and I was there to make sure no one got hurt. But they did.” She had spent a lot of time on her partner’s couch drinking and thinking about the situation, coming to grips with the fact that her EMT certification couldn’t have saved her friends that day. “Everything was going great and then an EF-5 came out of nowhere.” 

Tyler exhaled heavily, reaching out to rub her knee.

“We thought it was going to be an EF-1, maybe 2, so we didn’t have the good sense to be scared until it was too late.” 

“I’m sorry, Meg,” Tyler offered in sympathy. Because what the hell else do you say when someone’s telling a story like that?

“Our only hope was an underpass, which tells you how shit outta luck we were. Parveen couldn’t run so fast and was swept up first, then I fell and I dug my fingers into the dirt to hold on.” Her fingers and wrist ached at the memory, “I broke every single one of my fingers and debris shattered my wrist. While I was layin’ there, I heard Addy and Jeb fly away, screaming for their lives.” 

“Shit, Meg. That’s horrible,” She hummed in agreement.

“Kate survived of course but she won’t talk about it and Javi was in the follow vehicle. All he could do was watch as the tornado headed our way. To hear him tell it, it was the worst day of his life and it probably was.” The hurtful things Javi said the night before filtered through her mind, making her sick to her stomach. “Police officer found me and Kate stumbling along the highway, trying to get back to Javi, and took us to the hospital.” 

Meg took a long, deep breath. If things had gone differently that day, her life would have turned out a lot differently. She never would have moved, none of them would have.

“Kate ran away to New York, Javi joined the military, and I went to New Orleans. I was a wreck on the job but my partner Nick’s always had my back. You’d like him,” Nick was her rock, both on and off the job. “He took me to my first second line after one of our GSW patients, Tayvon, a fifteen-year-old kid, didn’t make it.” 

It had been her second week on the job, she had never been on the scene of a drive-by shooting before, there had been so much chaos and blood. They worked on him for a few minutes before they decided it was best to work while driving. Meg had still been an EMT, so Nick worked on Tayvon in the back of the rig while she drove through the busy streets like a bat out of hell. By the time they passed him off to the doctors, things were looking up.

  “To see everyone smiling through their tears and celebrating that kid’s life, it healed me more than anything else ever could. Everyone needs a Nick and Kate didn’t have one.” 

“I think I want to meet this Nick guy,” Tyler squeezed her knee, “Buy him a beer and thank him for taking care of you.” Meg chuckled, thinking about all of the embarrassing stories Nick would tell him about her.

“He’d buy you a beer, tryin’ to charm you into making me your problem instead of his.” 

“Be my problem, baby,” Tyler’s hand moved upwards to squeeze her thigh. Meg laid her hand over his, tears starting up again.

“I’m crying about my dead friends while you drive me to see my traumatized other half. Hate to say it, Sweetie Pie, but I think I’m already your problem.” Laughter filled the truck, first hers and then Tyler’s. “A little late to back out now.” 

“I’m not backing out, Meg, just making sure we’re on the same page.” 

“Which is?” She feigned ignorance. 

“You’re my problem, baby. All mine.” Her dad was going to be over the moon whenever she told him about this conversation. So would Nick.

“Thoughts and prayers, Cowboy. You’re gonna need ‘em.” 

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[mitsuributmexican]

"love hurts sometimes" (yandere! shadowy venomous x gn reader)

CW/TW: smut, yandere tendencies, dub-con, restraints, forced date, rough sex, scarring, bleeding, marking, possessiveness, shadowy is a toxic prick, scratching, drugging (aphrodisiacs and love potion), mentions of cum, pain, venom, reader has been kidnapped for a bit already, hints of Stockholm? Read at your own risk!

Shadowy had taken over. Your husband was pretty much gone. And who knows if he would be coming back. He swore it wouldn’t happen. Both to you and Fink. You always felt a bit of suspicion when he said so, yet you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That clearly went well, didn’t it?

You had warned Fink not to go into his lab, in fear of how he’d react.  She squirmed out of your grasp and ran in anyway. You ran after her, wanting to make sure she’d be okay. “I said, I’d call you if I needed you. And did I ask for you to come here? No. So get out.” he said, in an icy tone that made the poor girl tear up and run off. “Fink, wait!” you exclaimed, going to run after her to try to comfort her. But before you could do so, you were shoved to the ground and felt a boot on your back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he spoke, in an almost threatening tone. “This has to stop! Please, Venomous, this has gone too far. Please, if you’re in there, just come back. For Fink and me?” you pleaded, with some tears in your eyes. Despite how the professor had taken you from your home in the middle of the night and forced you into his, claiming you’d learn to love him as he did you, at least he wasn’t whatever the hell was stepping on you now. At least he was gentle, and understood your behaviors. Maybe the professor hadn’t been as bad as you made him out to be, at least not now.

He laughed at your pleas. They didn’t mean anything to him, really. In fact, you got the sense he was enjoying this. Seeing you all helpless and teary eyed underneath him. No time to focus on that though, he would get a similar sight later tonight, and get to relish it even more. “Aww, are you scared? I don’t know what you’re begging for really, I am Venomous, and I’m even better now with the compromise we made. You should really be happy, don’t you think? Your husband is even more powerful now.” he said in response to your pleading. You began to sob. He truly was far gone, wasn’t he? 

Noticing your sobbing he laughed some more before pondering on how he could get you to stop. Sure, seeing you like this underneath him was fun, but part of him also wanted you to feel the same as he did, proud of his new powers. He even wanted you to join him in his cause and take over the plaza with him. His pondering would come to an end as he soon came up with an idea. “Let’s go on a date, okay? Like any couple would.” he spoke. You were taken aback by this. Out of all times, he was asking you on a date, now?

Before you could protest, he repeated himself, noticing how taken aback you were and not wanting to take no for an answer. “I said, let’s go on a date, okay?” he spoke, with more emphasis. “Okay.” you said, with some hesitancy which he did not like nor appreciate, but that would do for now. He took his foot off your back and chuckled. “Now that’s more like it. Be ready by 6:00.” he said, walking off. 

You sighed, a bit frazzled from the whole encounter. You walked into your room to look for something to wear, however you did not have to do anything as you looked at your bed. A pair of neatly folded dark clothes sat on it. Alongside a black collar, which read “Property of, Shadowy Venomous” on it. You shivered a bit and put on the clothes he picked for you, noticing how fitting they were and eventually had just the collar left. You debated on not putting it on but ultimately came to your better sense. It clipped on from the back, you put it over your neck and it immediately clamped shut.

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It had only taken you 20 minutes or so to get ready. Meaning you had some time to wait. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe walk around, maybe go get help. You paced back and forth. There was a window in your room, you could grab Fink, slide out, run over to the plaza. There, you could join the heroes for now and help defeat him, and bring your husband bac- 6:00 PM. 

As soon as you saw the time on your phone, you dashed out of your room, not wanting to be late. You wondered if he’d start looking for you. You eventually got to his lab and stood before the door. An odd sense of dread washed over you as your shaky hand reached over to the doorknob. “Come in” he said, with a voice that was almost a growl. 

You opened the door and he sat in a chair, next to a table with food on it along with another chair for you. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you myself, glad I didn’t have to do that, you wouldn’t have liked it. '' he spoke, chuckling. You nervously sat down on the chair across from him. Looking at the table you noticed food on it, along with silverware, candles, and a bottle of dark wine with two wine glasses next to it.  Suddenly, two robotic arms came from the back of your chair and clamped your waist to the seat, allowing you to move your arms and legs, but not to leave. What exactly did he have in store?

“Ease up sweetie, I’m your husband, not your captor.” he said, chuckling as if not taking in the entire situation. Though you were hungry, you didn’t want to eat the food in front of you. What if he poisoned it? Not to mention the wine. He seemed to take note of this and stood up, walking over to you and stabbing his fork into some of your food and moving it forward to your mouth. “Eat up honey, it’s gonna get cold” he said, almost cooing you to comply.

You turned away, not wanting to consume whatever he may have put in there. He wasn’t happy with this, grabbing your face so you were looking him dead in the eye. “We’re either going to do this the hard way or the easy way…” he threatened, getting closer to your face until you were merely an inch apart. “... and if we do it the hard way you’re not gonna like it.” he continued. You decided to give in, not wanting whatever the “hard way” was. 

As you chewed and swallowed what was on your plate, you swore you felt different. Something… warm and hot was beginning to grow in your stomach and everything below. After you finished, he poured you a glass of wine and made you drink all of it. The same warm and hot feeling intensified, along with something else? You began feeling an odd desire to be with him. I mean you were married, so you were already with him, but any of the normal affection you felt towards him felt… increased?

Were his hands always that soft on your skin? Did his voice always send a wave of heat to your entire body? Was he always this… intoxicating? No no no, dear god no, you should’ve resisted eating and drinking what he got for you, you should’ve known better, he had you just where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said with a mocking tone. “And now that we got that out the way, let’s get to the fun part of our little date.” he spoke, baring his teeth and his voice getting deeper.

The restraints came off your waist and before you could object, he was carrying you bridal style to god knows where for god knows what. You swore you heard him rambling about how much “fun” this would be. Suddenly, he opened the door to his room, placing you down on the bed and locking the door behind him. Oh dear god, this is what he had in mind. Your main concern was being able to walk seeing the state he was in and how different he was.

“Strip.” he demanded. You did as you were told, taking off all your clothes except that damn collar. You attempted to take it off, oh how foolish of you. Seeing your attempts to take it off, made him chuckle. “Oh sweetie, that’s not supposed to come off, no matter how much you tug, pull and claw at it, only I know how to take it off.” he said, finding this amusing. You laid on the bed, watching as he took off his own coat and gloves before getting on the bed in front of you, beginning to stroke your legs up and down.

“Ass up, now.” he said. You did as you were told, hoping he’d spare some softness for you tonight. “I promise I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee that so I don’t want any whining from your behalf.” he spoke, in a voice that was almost a snarl, a snarl of a hungry predator who had just cornered its prey. You were going to ask about being warmed up but upon glancing down at yourself, you realized that wouldn’t be necessary as whatever the hell he put in the wine and your food had gotten you all slicked up for him. With little to  no warning, his hands dug into your sides and he rammed into you.

You let out a yelp at the initial impact before just letting out semi pained moans. All he let out was grunts, panting and what you swore was the occasional hiss. Suddenly, he bent down so his mouth was at your neck and bit into you. You felt something hot course through you and before you knew it you were rutting your hips backwards and pressing your face against his in order to be closer to him. “Settle down now, I’m not going anywhere.” he said, laughing afterwards.

This was humiliating. Just a bit ago you were planning on escaping, now here you are, his cock deep in you and you rutting against him like a bitch in heat. Just what he wanted. As if he could read your mind he brushed his tongue against your ear before speaking directly into it. “Don’t be embarrassed, there was no way of preventing this, you just chose to do it the easy way. See how much better it is when you quit trying to deny me?” he said, sounding all too happy with the current situation. 

After you didn’t respond, he slowed down, and dug his nails into your back. He began to drag them around, carving something into your back. You cried out in pain and gripped onto the sheets. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Love hurts sometimes.” he cooed. Your pain, tears and him having marked you in a way that was permanent all pushed him to his edge, he pulled out, cumming over the sheets and panting. 

You were still a mess on the bed. Literally and metaphorically. You were shaking and in tears along with your back being covered in blood and some of his cum having splattered onto your legs. After a bit he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. You wanted to scream and shout and run away. But you were too tired mentally and physically. 

You were still shaking from the initial shock of whatever he carved into you along with your legs being worn out from how hard he went into you. Not to mention being naked and exposed with your own blood and his cum on you made for discomfort and a feeling of coldness. He placed you in the shower, turning it onto a hot setting. You stood there, letting him wash you off and scrub you. Any whines or whimpers being met with a laugh or him cooing to you, swearing that this was normal and that’d you’d get used to it soon. 

Before you knew it you were dressed in some pajamas, and he laid you down back in your room. He placed the blanket over you and sat on the edge of your bed. “You did so well today. So good for me. I’ll give you a treat for this, okay? Good pets get treats.” he said, stroking your legs. You closed your eyes, pretending to fall asleep. Eventually the extra weight on your bed was no longer present and you heard the door of your room lock. You no longer had to pretend to be asleep after a bit as staring at the wall eventually made you knock out if today’s ordeals hadn’t already.

Unbeknownst to you the word “Mine” was etched into your back. And you wouldn’t know until tomorrow morning.

[x0401x]

No, but… that was a really good one, actually.

I might as well let this out. A lot of people are still losing their minds over episode 12, and I’m not even gonna try to pretend this isn’t to be expected. It’s not happening only on this side of the fandom—the Japanese one was also torn about it, although I’d argue they were much quicker to understand what KyoAni was going for with it.

Y’all know me. That goddamn studio owns my soul, but I’m not joining the “KyoAni did it again (even when they actually did not)” club in this lifetime or the next. If the changes made during the adaptation ruin the intention of the original work, no matter how good the animation is, a spade is still a spade and I address it at length when people ask my opinion. But that’s not what happened this time.

And guys, hear me out: it’s not as painful as everyone is making it to be. I’m dead-serious about that. Stick with me here.

Firstly, there’s a couple of conversations going on that we need to put to sleep. One of them, the one bothering me the most, is that Reina “chose Taki’s way of doing things over Kumiko”. Or worse, that she “chose winning at the nationals over Kumiko”. The episode itself debunks this in several ways, mainly by showing that flashback of S1. If Reina had chosen Kumiko despite thinking Mayu’s performance was better, Kumiko would’ve known, and it could very well have been the end of their friendship. She would’ve been outraged. In no universe would this scenario ever make her happy. More importantly, the flashback implies that Reina wants to choose Kumiko in spite of everything. What stops her from doing so is the fact that it would mean betraying Kumiko, which is worse than not being able to play with her on national stage one last time. Reina didn’t choose Kumiko… but she did.

None of this was about victory—it truly was a matter of meritocracy. Choosing the best members doesn’t guarantee they would win at the nationals, especially given that Mayu isn’t superior to Kumiko by a wide margin. They’re almost tied. And neither was any of it a Taki vs. Kumiko thing for Reina. She’s abrasive when it comes to defending his policies, but her belief in him isn’t blind. The fandom tends to underestimate Reina a lot because of her romantic feelings and mistakes her faith for stubbornness, even though both the novels and the anime are adamant about her good judgement. It’s not that she trusts him because she’s in love with him—she’s in love with him because he is worth her trust. Then again, this had nothing to do with him. It was all about Kumiko. She was the only thing in Reina’s mind the whole time. Taki wasn’t mentioned even in passing.

The other is that Kumiko’s loss was for shock value because the novel’s outcome was too obvious and KyoAni wanted to surprise the viewers. I’m not gonna lie, this decision was definitely meant to give the anime a so-called “plus alpha” in comparison to the original, but that’s not all there is to it. The main reason is obviously to have it be more grounded and mature, not so much your usual music anime, as well as make the whole debate about fairness actually convincing. The original is not only predictable, it’s also questionable. It’s easy for something to look like Deus Ex Machina even when that’s clearly not the intention, and KyoAni didn’t want Eupho to be that anime. By extension, they shot down every suspicion that could’ve possibly been raised about Kumiko’s win in the original work.

Of course Reina would’ve recognized Kumiko’s sound, so although most readers would know that she wouldn’t choose Kumiko for any reason other than her performance, it still leaves room for doubt. The anime slaps this doubt into outer space by constructing a situation where Reina deemed Mayu’s playing as superior, although by a hair’s breadth. It effectively answers the question of “what would she have done if that was the case?”. With the author having approved of this, it’s safe to say that, yes, that’s what Reina would have done in canon as well. And it would be the right choice, which then means that her choice in the original was also undebatably the right one. That Kumiko earned her win in the novel.

This may or may not have been intended, but either way, the anime has elevated the original work’s outcome by going for that route. After all, the original was predictable, sure, but that doesn’t mean it was unrealistic. These two things are being confused and conflated with one another a lot in many comments that I’ve been seeing out there. Realism doesn’t always have to be negative. Kumiko and Mayu had equal chances of winning. That’s what the audition was all about. The novel portrays what would’ve happened if Kumiko had won, while the anime portrays what would’ve happened if she had lost. Both are valid and the existence of one further validates the other, not the contrary.

What the author wanted to show was that, although Kumiko can’t follow Reina or her more talented senpais, she’s still an excellent player, enough to perform the solo on national competitions, and she wouldn’t let this get the better of her. It also seems like there was an element of “be careful with what you wish” as one of the morals behind Mayu’s arc, where she finally accepts her true feelings through regret rather than joy. Meanwhile, what KyoAni wanted to show is that, even if Kumiko is surpassed, she’s still an exceptional leader and has the makings of a fine teacher. In a way, the anime affirms that both Kumiko and Mayu play a special role in guiding Kitauji through the final tournament. Above all, both routes assert that Reina wouldn’t lie under any circumstances and that Kumiko (as well as Mayu) would indeed accept either result with utmost grace and understanding, no matter how frustrating it might be.

Another thing that the anime elevated is Kumiko and Reina’s bond. In my honest opinion, KumiRei has become the best female relationship in animation and one of the absolute best female relationships in fiction thanks to this episode. It’s transcended friendship, transcended gay, transcended fucking everything.

Alternative endings aren’t dead and they don’t always suck. Eupho continues to be one of the most amazing slice-of-life franchises ever.

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: I know we had our debate about sub vs dom Matty. Not sure what this is but enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary: Matty being needy.

Warnings: smut.

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Matty stood in the doorway, his laptop under his arm, watching as she sat in the office chair and frowned at her screen. He didn’t want to interrupt her, but he also couldn’t shake off this clingy feeling. He sighed loudly to alert her to his presents.

Her head shot up. “Oh, hey, you…” her face softened as she saw him.

Matty slouched. “Umm…are you….workin’?” He spoke hesitantly.

“Mhm. Why, what’s up?”

She could see the gears turning in his head, he was clearly holding something back. Trying not to say something. “Matty, everything alright?” she urged him on.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. ‘M fine. Just- umm…” he looked away, silently embarrassed. “Could I- join you?”

The home office was definitely a shared space. But it was mostly Matty’s by convenience. Her job didn’t require nearly as much equipment, or even remote work. So, he was the one to use it most of the time. She only utilized the desk space whenever she had to bring work home with her. Which wasn’t very often. But this month has been a busy one at her job. With Matty being on a short break before the next leg of tour, she’d tried to spend as much time with him as possible, occasionally falling behind on work and needing to make it up. The disruption to her routine aside, this was the hardest part about their relationship. The distance and time apart always made he feel guilty. Neither of them really talked about it much because there was nothing they could do to change it. But the pressure she always put on herself to make every moment in his company count, and the inevitable heartbreak that lingered around after he’d leave to go on the road again, none of it got any easier no matter how much they’d done it before.

She was certain Matty felt it too. He always got extra needy and soft. Especially the last few days leading up to his impending leave. It was like a timer was always on. Ticking away. Waiting to call an end on their moments together. He’d hardly left her side the last couple of days. So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that he was hovering around now.

“Of course!” She moved her notepad and papers around to make room for him. “Grab a chair.”

“I-I promise I won’t disturb you. Mostly just admin stuff and emails for the label. And I’ve got my trusty headphones, if I need to play anything…” he wanted her to know he respected her work and her space.

“Matty. You’re not disturbing me. C’mon!” She smiled at him reassuringly as he scrambled to get his stuff together and sit by her side. He made a mental note to buy a bigger desk the next time he’s home because this was definitely getting snug.

They passed an excruciating hour working on their respective devices. Matty had exercised all of his self-restraint to keep from just grabbing her and kissing her all over, reminding himself that they both had work to be done. And even if he could put off his own responsibilities, it’d be unfair to expect her to do the same. What he couldn’t control, however, was his head going all foggy and mushy as he sat next to her. Their elbows occasionally brushing, the scent of her perfume, the cute look she gets when she’s focusing really hard on something, the way her hair fell in her eyes as she leaned forward. Gosh, he’d much rather be sharing a bed right now.

She’d definitely felt him sighing, staring longingly. Sneaking glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t easy for her either. Writing delicately worded emails was definitely not what she wanted to spend this evening doing. Not with Matty right there. Looking the way he does with his comfy clothes on and his untamed curls. And his eyes. God, his eyes.

He leaned back into his chair, shutting his laptop and fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve anxiously.

“You done?” She turned to look at him.

He nodded. “You?”

“Almost. Got a couple more memos finish.”

He said nothing, simply looking down at his hands as he tugged on his hoodie and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

“Wanna get started on dinner?” She suggested.

He simply shrugged, keeping his gaze down.

“What?” She chuckled, confused by his current state.

“Not tha’ hungry. Plus- umm- I’d rather be here. With you.” He couldn’t help the red flush in his cheeks, but at least he held back from letting her know about the warm and tingly feeling all over his body. Where he wants her hands. Her lips. Her whole body pressed against his.

“I think….” She checked the time from the corner of her screen “one more hour?”

He wanted to say an hour was too long. He’s bursting at the seams. He needs her right now. He thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t have her full attention right away. “Sure. That’s okay. Take your time. “ was what he mumbled instead.

***

Matty tried to distract himself. He went on his phone for a bit, scrolling through social media, busying himself with mindless activities to keep from nagging her. But he couldn’t help checking the time every few minutes, counting down the seconds, and in spite himself, he stole a look every once in a while, studying her face for any signs of relief. Giggling shyly when she’d catch him looking at her.

“Alright!” She announced triumphantly. “All done.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Matty jumped into her lap, burying her face into her neck and whining.

She chuckled at his impatience, sinking back into her chair and running her fingers through his hair. “What’s gotten into you today?” Her voice tickled his ear.

“Jus’ miss you.”

“Miss me? We’ve literally been together all day.”

He shrugged and kissed her neck. “Still miss you.”

“Someone’s feelin’ needy…”

He nodded enthusiastically, his curls tickling her skin as he moved.

“Want me to take care of you, baby?”

“Mhm. Please?”

She took a moment to think about it, deciding that they’d probably have no time for cooking, she reached around his body to grab her phone from the desk. “Alright, just let me order dinner first.”

***

“M-more, please. Please, baby.” Matty whimpered, his face buried into the mattress. He was too far gone to even know what he was asking for. All he knew is that he wanted more. More of her touch, more of her voice, more pleasure, more pain…more everything.

She chuckled, shaking her head and whispering “greedy” under her breath. Not that he’d heard her.

“N-no, no, wait- please” he whined, pulling his head up to look at her.

“What is it? Did I hurt-“

“No, I’m okay. I- just, umm. Don’t wanna cum too quickly.” He confessed.

“But you said-“

“Wanna keep going. Wanna be with you.”

She frowned and he felt a slight panic at her confusion. Was he being too much? Is he bugging her? Was she over it by now? Did she just wanna be done?

She pulled away for a moment, assessing his sweaty, naked body. They’d been at it for a while. She’d reduce him to a blubbering mess. She could’ve sworn he would’ve wanted to stop soon. “You are with me, babe. You sure you’re alright?”

Matty blushed, feeling silly for being so demanding. But he couldn’t help it. He was intoxicated by her. Completely insatiable. He wasn’t thinking. He nodded. “Promise, I’m fine.”

She moved his supple body so he was laying flat on his back, with her own body hovering on top of him. She pushed the sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in to kiss him, and laughing when she felt his cock twitch between them. He was definitely ready.

“You’re gonna cum for me now, alright?” Her hand wrapped around him, and he hissed, the sensation intense on his sensitive body.

“You- want me to?”

“Yup”

“O-okay…”

She didn’t have to wait at all, a few motions and he was already dripping.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Matty let go instantly, his hips bucking up, his head straining against the mattress as he trembled at her touch and whispered a string of curses and incoherent pleas. “F-fuck, that- feels so good.”

She peppered gentle kisses all over his face and neck, rubbing his body as he caught his breath.

“Shall we wash up and get ready for dinner?”

Matty’s hand reached for her arm when she went to get up. “Wait! Cuddles first.”

[miss-americana-reputation]

Back Off Bitch

klaus mikealson x reader

A/N: reader uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy

Angst

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i sat in bed with the bedsheets pulled up to my chest, along with my knees tucked against my chest while i watched klaus get dressed.

“why do you have to go?” i ask. “cami called, she said it was an emergency. the witches are waiting to strike and if they hurt her i swear to god.” he says while pulling on a shirt.

is it bad i wished they would hurt her

“do you have feelings for her?” i question. “what?” he pauses and turns to face me. “no, i only have feelings for you, love.” he promises. “it’s just you’ve been spending a lot more time with her, i’m feeling like i’m on the back burner.” i look up at him getting dressed again.

“love, i’m sorry, but i can’t talk about this right now.” he says as he pulls on his boots. “klaus.” i state. “what?” he looks sharply at me. “tell me if there’s something going on, don’t lead me on.” i beg. “it’s fine.” he scoffs as he leaves.

i fight back tears as he leaves. that wasn’t the first time he left without a kiss goodbye. that was the first time he left while scoffing at me, the first time he left me in the middle of the night to be with cami.

i sigh and get dressed back into my comfy clothes. i debated on wearing one of his shirts but decide against it.

i feel like i’m going insane, does he even love me anymore. eventually the dam breaks and tears stream down my face onto the pillow. i manage to quiet myself into small sniffles, remembering the people who are also asleep in the house has supernatural hearing.

“you okay?” rebekah softly knocks on the door. she opens the door to see me laying in bed while quickly wiping off the tears on my face. “what has my idiot brother done this time?” she asks as she sits down beside me. “h-he left.” i start to cry again.

“where to?” she asks. “cami’s.” i respond as she holds me against her. “it’s okay.” she comforts and softly rubs my back. she pulls away so i can see her beautifully worried face. “hey, i’m here. klaus is an idiot for leaving someone like you alone.” she sends a polite smile my way.

eventually she left and i spent the rest of the night alone. i woke up and pulled myself together before heading downstairs.

i’m making myself tea while klaus walks into the kitchen. “morning love.” he says, acting like last night didn’t happen. i don’t pay attention, just move to the counter. “love.” he sighs. “where’d you go?” i ask. “cami got paranoid the witches were gonna come for her, so i stayed the night.” he responds.

i almost threw my cup at him.

“you stayed the night at another woman’s place?” i ask with my voice laced in venom. “i had to, she could’ve died.” he responds. “what if i did?” i throw back. “you have my siblings here to protect you, don’t be silly.” he smiles.

“fuck you.” i storm out. i reach the main part when he stops me. “please, let’s talk.” he reaches for my arms. “back off.” i free my arms from him. he tries talking but i cut him off, “go talk to cami about this. go spend another night at her place, go fuck her while you’re at it.”

“i mean for someone so old you’ll think you’d be wise, but christ, you love surprising people.” by now rebekah and elijah have stepped outside to watch and intervene if it gets too heated.

“honestly klaus, who do you think you are? you cheated on me with a step down from what you had. like jesus, you’d think you’d wise up. clearly, you’re still as dumb as ever.” i yell. “i mean you think you could replace me? no one in this world would put up with your stupidity and psychotic ass.” i add.

before he could talk i storm upstairs. “wait!” he barks and follows me. he joined me in the room we once shared to see me tossing my stuff into bags. “baby, darling, love, wait let’s talk, please.” he begs. “no, i’ve gave you too many chances. this was the final straw. i’m done, it’s over.” i spit.

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[fixaidea]

What is this? Silly standalone? Pilot episode to a much longer (and potentially much darker) longfic I may never get around to writing? Who knows. Anyway, ex-agents Reid and Morgan go on a nice overseas vacation. All they want to do is relax but Crime is running rampant at the resort.

‘We should say something.’

Even without looking Morgan could tell Reid was fidgeting. They were both leaning against the balustrade of the resort’s terrace, trying their best to keep an eye on a young lady who was sunning herself by the pool without looking like they were ogling her.

‘We’ve been over this. None of our business, kid.’

‘But if she keeps doing it…’

‘It’s two forks.’

‘Three forks, two spoons, four butter knives and a salt shaker.’

Morgan shot his friend and ex-colleague a sideways glance.

‘Cheers. I didn’t see anything.’

‘Sure, YOU didn’t see anything and I didn’t see anything but the waiters will, eventually, and then she’ll get in trouble.’

Morgan quietly debated the merits of stressing his argument about how none of this was any of their business when a new voice spoke up right by his left side, nearly making him jump out of his skin.

‘I was thinking of slipping her a note.’

The speaker was a short, middle-aged man. He was also leaning on the railing, eyeing the lady with a mix of exasperation and concern. He shook his head with a soft ‘tsk’ and went on.

‘Almost went through with it, but it would just creep her out, wouldn’t it? She’d think someone’s gonna blackmail her over lifting some cutlery. Aigoo but she’s so bad at it!’

‘Is this about the kleptomaniac?’

This was yet another man who just stepped out onto the terrace to join them, taller and much younger than the first stranger. Reid pulled himself up to his full height and gestured triumphantly at him.

‘See? HE also thinks it’s kleptomania!’

The newcomer raised one elegant eyebrow at Morgan.

‘Why else would she do it?’

Morgan shrugged.

‘She seems to be some sort of an influencer. Could be doing it on some weird new trend or it could be that she’s nowhere near as well-off as she portrays herself as.’

The young man shrugged.

‘They rarely are. But if it’s not kleptomania, then a stupid Tiktok trend might just be it. These influencer types will supplement their income in any which way from running scams to indiscriminately shilling any and all product to offering companionship, but lifting cutlery? That seems counter-productive. If your income depends on portraying a lavish lifestyle, why would you risk being blacklisted over something so petty?’

‘Right, that’s it’ the older man said, pushing himself off the balustrade ‘I’ll go talk to her!’

…What his young friend said next Morgan couldn’t understand, but based on the delivery and the way he dove to grab the other’s collar it must have been some version of ‘LIKE HELL YOU WILL!’

Morgan nodded to himself and nudged Reid.

‘Alright, prettyboy, get on with it!’

‘…What?’

‘Go on and talk to her.’

Reid, who obviously didn’t think far enough in his calls for an intervention to come up with an actual action plan remined frozen to the spot, spluttering. To Morgan’s left, the older stranger made a subtle attempt to wriggle out of his companion’s grasp.

‘Aish, don’t make the poor boy do it if he doesn’t want to, I can just go and…’

‘Dongsik-ssi!’

Morgan held up a hand.

‘Nah, it was he who insisted we go say something, so he should do it. Besides, he’s the prettiest and least likely to get slapped.’

The older stranger (Dongsik? Was that his name or just another phrase for ‘You stop that right now’?) gave Reid a through, critical one-over, pointedly turned to look at his young friend and then back to Reid.

‘Debatable but I see your point.’ He said with a grin.

Eventually Reid made up his mind and left. Morgan and the man apparently called Dongsik practically hung over the balustrade as they watched him discreetly approach the lady (or at least as discreetly as someone with approximately 80% giraffe genetics was capable of doing anything). Throughout the whole interaction the young woman kept up an extremely theatrical air of wrongfully accused innocence, but Reid remained mercifully un-slapped and at least once his back was turned she had the decency to look somewhat sheepish.

The next day at breakfast Morgan noted that her cutlery remained intact. Those on the empty table right beside hers though? Not so much.

He sighed, lifted his head, shared a brief, half-amused, half-annoyed look with Lee Dongsik across the room and turned back to his breakfast.

Oh well. They tried.

[twisting-roads]

I AM VERY NORMAL AND SANE ABOUT JELLY AIB. HERE'S AN ESSAY ABOUT HIM.

I’d like to preface this by saying I’ve already added like 3 paragraphs of text to Jelly’s personality page on the wiki, but I’m not quite done yet with him either. Please hear me out on this.

Jelly as a character may seem very self centered at the surface. Some might even say he’s using Popsicle Stick’s affection for him as an ego booster, but I doubt he ever had any malicious intentions. Only a few times did he act self centered, and I believe there's more a reason behind this than just him wanting attention. In this very long character analysis, I hope to explain Jelly’s motivations, what's wrong with him, and his relationship with PStick and the rest of team 2.

In the 2nd episode during the team 2 icebreakers, Jelly starts introducing himself as Can becomes upset with how this is all going. He brags about being a social butterfly, and drops the iconic line “And before anyone asks… Yes.” This is usually just interpreted as Jelly wanting attention on him, but I think he’s just doing an elaborate bit (he does enjoy attention though I will not lie about that). He notices how poorly this all has been going for Can, and wants to add something silly to lighten the mood a bit, even if that means being a little obnoxious about it. He knows he has the charisma to pull it off. He might’ve dragged on the bit too far though if Bouncy Ball didn’t fly in the last second.

Later on in ep 2 after Sock kicks Jelly in the head, possibly being the reason Jelly went stupid mode instead of it being BB’s fault. During this, I believe he's showing a bit of his “true side”. of course that's debatable, since he’s just received major brain damage, but either way, he becomes less filtered and sillier, just hanging out on the sidelines up until ep 3. PStick seems to be his self-employed caretaker for the time being.

Speaking of PStick, we should address the elephant in the room here. Jelly does seem to genuinely care for her, even if it's hard to tell in his tone in ep 1, he does show many other instances where he likes spending time with her. Unlike her, he’s able to exist alone and work alongside other people, and knows he can still be friends with her and hang out during off hours. When she joined Team 2 and Hailstone pestered her and Jelly about this, he wasn’t hesitant to ask Oodle if it was ok to switch teams. He clearly likes PStick being there, but doesn’t want to upset Hailstone or break the rules either, meaning he’s not completely biased.

Later on, esp in ep 5, Jelly seems a bit startled or worried about PStick being on the team or so attached to him. He’s starting to become uncomfortable, but instead of saying this to her, he hides that fact. He doesn’t want to hurt her, and is especially afraid of conflict. When Hailstone is upset at the fact PStick is on team 2 now, Jelly tries to console her, and understands where she's coming from, but he doesn’t want to directly tell PStick to just leave. At the start of ep 5, Jelly tries to ask Hailstone if she can go ask Oodle to do something about the heat, calling her a “good negotiator” in reference to the conversation they had in ep 4, and also not wanting to confront Oodle himself. He’s possibly afraid of confrontation or upsetting others, always being the guy who gets caught up in conflicts and tries to reach a compromise where both parties are the least unhappy. Him also trusting Hailstone shows he still respects her as his teammate, even if she isn’t a fan of PStick.

I haven’t talked much about his character in ep 3, but there's still some important things to note. He still remains silly in this ep (bababooey). When team 5 ends up disqualifying themselves and Safe is pulled out of the machine, he’s the one to go up to her and tell her it wasn’t her fault they almost lost. TBH the whole team thinks this too, with Can blaming Oodle’s oversights for why they were unable to get Safe out, but that’s not the point here. He does somewhat motivate her to go join them in their little victory party as well.

Point is, Jelly is a charismatic guy who wants to be a bit silly. He understands and respects others and just wants everyone to get along and be happy, typically being the one to comfort others. He dislikes confrontation, however, even to the point where he starts getting uncomfortable but doesn’t say anything about it in fear of hurting his closest friend.

[theultrablog]

Pulp Storytime #10: The Best Defense!

His hands were shaking… Was it fear of expulsion, or the terrible cold? Mid-December, 1935. Mary Willard, back home for the holidays, entertained pal Kabir Rupert. A conversation with her mother messed up her timeline, though… If she joined the service five years ago after her brother Mark’s death, how could he have died in World War I? Meanwhile, or not exactly meanwhile, Kabir reminisced about winning a debate tournament against his rival John Robert. Working the judges and using his acid tongue, he prevailed while pissing off his opponent. Back in the present, Kabir told his companions his current situation: he was due back at Oxford in two days for a hearing in front of the ethics committee, one that could jeopardize both his reputation and his considerable adventuring stipend. But he wasn’t sure exactly what he was being charged with. The players did a bunch of research, and discovered that the hearing was about an inflammatory letter to the editor of the Sun. That led to more revelations: The newspaper Kabir “wrote” to was run by a member of the Century Club and the head of the British fascist party*. Also a member of the club: Mary’s rival, the spy Ki-Oke Tang; and Grayson Goyle, masked adventurer and Kabir’s sworn rival. (See "HOLLYWOODLAND On Your Feet!") The players prepared for the trial, assembling character witnesses and donated “recovered” artifacts to Oxford museums, ignoring the steadily plummeting temperature. Mary attempted to spy on the opposition, and received an offer to “join” the century club; this was a ruse, mocking her and revealing that the club knew about her “secretary” origins and the Mesmotron**. Mary called in François to help her deal with the cold, while Kabir faced a panel, and the prosecuting attorney… His old rival, John Robert Ruehl Tolkien. Mary discovered the storm and vortex was caused by Der Blitzmaan! She confronted him on top of the Tower of Oxford, and he explained that he was there to destroy the Century Club for not inviting him, the smartest German in history. Kabir, meanwhile, defended himself with academic maneuvering, character witnesses, and his trademark intelligent invectives. The trial could’ve gone either way, and he was almost hypnotized by the stone gaze of the Gargoyle… When François leaped onto Blitzmann and disabled his electrical storm suit with an axe! The two crashed into the debate hall, smashing through JRR’s table. Blitz was about to electrocute the Gargoyle, when Kabir hit him with a judo throw! (This cost the group all of its remaining fate points.) Vindicated, Kabir easily wooed the crowd. Mary started a slow clap, Kabir apologized to JRR, and the Gray Gargoyle was dragged out by his co-conspirators. The panel had no choice but to find Kabir innocent on all charges and wish him a Merry Christmas. *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oswald_Mosley **Because these tales aren’t exactly in order, it’s worth reiterating Mary’s backstory. Volunteering after a tragedy, she was willingly hypnotized by the “Nottingham Post” newspaper Into thinking she was a globetrotting reporter. The more she recovered her memories, including with the help of a hypnotist (see “With this Ring I thee… Dead?”), the more things made sense… And didn’t.

Francois Bell, outdoorsman.

[bugcatcherwill]

Ok I just thought of a funny idea for the totk part of the story as that’s when caves were really introduced and it became a i wonder how totk regional thing would play out as it is a 2-3 year gap after botw and this whole idea thing came up:

Link is in a cave before going to lookout landing after getting of the great sky island, as he is walking he finds he is near a malice black boss bokoblin and its pack and still recovering from gloom link doesn’t have the strength to attack the malice monsters and tries to hide but finds no where to do so and debating on teleporting as he hears the monsters get closer…

Only for a hand to cover his mouth and yank him up to the ceiling, he struggles for a few seconds till he hears by his ear: oy is that how you greet a old buddy~

Link stops as the hand is moved away and sees recksin holding him out of the malice monster group’s path by staying on the ceiling and since hylians can’t be upside down long recksin puts link on its chest as it crawls on the ceiling taking link out of the cave without being spotted by the boss boko or its troop.

After they get out recksin joins link as it found it weird as malice monsters have returned since they thought they dealt with a lot of the malice stuff when they beaten the calamity, and link says it might be because of this demon king and the gloom illness but gloom on malice free monsters affects them like it does all the other races just makes them sick doesn’t effect them with malice or control them.

Link then suggests they visit Robbie as it’s has been a while since recksin had its prosthetic looked at, recksin then asks link has it seen the other malice free monsters as it was helping purah and Robbie by checking out the caves that appeared near the base called lookout landing

It then asks link what in the sacred realm happened to link’s arm using its prosthetic arm to grab link’s new arm, so link tells it what happen when he and Zelda went into the caves under hyrule castle on the way back to look out where some of his other malice freed monster allies (from the RATC group or just random freed monster npcs) are at lookout helping as part of the zonai research group.

Purah then tells link that all the main members of link’s found monster family (mostily the main group in RATC like recksin, sledge and co) are scattered helping with other freed monsters due to the region phenomenons: example: ashen and the lynel character are helping the rito against the weird blizzard that showed up ashen thinks it’s caused by a magical creature but they don’t know where. Or sterre and sledge were helping the gorons but they noticed yunobo acting off since Zelda showed up also acting weird. Maybe Rezek and the gibdo character plus it’s freed hive and queen helping the gerudo against the malice hive and queen, and Kobb and Zayl were helping the zora with a weird sludge problem that’s making zora sick

Recksin tells link it noticed along with the reports from the others zelda showed up at each village before the issues happened there but they happened all around the same time as soon as the upheaval happened, and with sledge and sterre’s report about Zelda seeming off almost as sledge put it: malice gibdo like in the not listening well with abit of puppet like motions she didn’t even talk.

Link then asks about kakariko and Robbie says they too had a visit from zeda but she was off too wren and Dorian think it’s not even the real one as the yiga are Great at disguising and when something is acting they way they aren’t, and one of the ruins there a floating one got this weird barrier around it after the Zelda left after Dorian said to paya who is now cheif of the village something was off with Zelda

Link then agrees something must be off as Zelda if she visited all the villages of hyrule’s races and didn’t talk or tell them what happened down in the castle something is up… recksin joins link as a way of helping him (like how the sage avatars do) using a device Robbie made for the purah pad which allowed link’s monster or hyrule race allies to teleport to his side and travel with him but if link doesn’t need them they also can easily return to lookout landing or one of the villages to help them recover from the region issue examples being the gerudo or rito as their regional issue caused more destruction then the gorons or zora

Also you mentioned you wanted a gibdo queen fight I can imagine gerudo town getting wrecked due to the malice queen throwing the freed queen into the walls and etc. meaning rebuilding will take time after link helps repel the malice gibdo queen saving the freed queen from dying by the malice queen’s hand basically add two side mission things before the lighting temple like the queen fight takes place during the protect gerudo town which the gerudo have no choice but to evacuate down a tunnel the freed gibdo made them going towards the canyon due to the queens fight almost destroyed the whole town.

And with the freed queen injured (same with king dorphan) the gibdo character and Sidon have to fill the roles as their respective leaders till they’re parents recover (but that part is up to you it is your story)

Like I said this was a wait what or how will the totk part play out? So a lot of ideas and prompts formed ^^,

Oooooooooooo I love this prompt! There's a fair amount here that's more or less what I'm planning on doing for ToTK :)

Not gonna say which ones tho so I don't ruin the surprise heehee

That part about Recksin helping out Link and going "hey.....you missed a LOT" is very sweet, too, omg.

Link just can't stop accidentally having the most important things happen while he's injured or on death's door LMAO

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 89

Chapter 89: Fall Festival

After what happened at the Halloween party, Sharpner didn’t stop bring up how I should join the martial arts club. I kept telling him no, that I enjoy the debate club. I was impressed that Videl also join, instead of going back to the martial arts club. This month topic was based on the many different civilizations there were, and how they came together. A few actually caught my attention. Like the different barbarian tribes. The way the books describe these tribes sounds like someone I know.

After a long day of school and crimefighting, I made my way home. When I got home, I was greeted by grandpa, and my questions from earlier came up. After dinner, turns out grandpa was staying over for the weekend. The next day was Saturday. Mom went shopping with dad, and grandpa tried to spend time with us. That’s when I finally asked. “Grandpa, do know anything about the Mongolian?” he spit out his tea, and looked away. I was just about to ask more on the subject, till mom came home. So, I asked her the question.

“Yes. Actually, you can say that you and Goten have their blood running in your blood.” I then looked back at grandpa. “It’s kind of how you could explain why dad, and I are the way we are. Even though, I’m actually short, if you go by my mother’s side. Isn’t that what you told me, dad?” now I was left confused.

After grandpa explained that grandma was part of amazon tribe, before she ran away from home. So, if that’s the case, that would mean both my parents comes warriors. Dad is from an alien race, and mom is from an earth tribe. Later that afternoon, I called Videl about what I found out. I also build the courage to asked her to join my family for the yearly fall festival. She was shock who my grandfather was, also I was happy she said yes to the invite.

…

I can’t believe she got her dad to watch the boys. Also, the fact she’s making me go shopping with her. Especially after the fact, she was surprised that I sold a few animals, and wood. When I told her that, she got so excited, and suggested we went shopping. She soon after she made a few calls, and got me to wear something I haven’t in a long time. Casual clothes feels weird, and the look she gives me actually make my face feel hot. “Is my Goku blushing?” It just made my face hotter. Moments like this always remind me of the first time we went shopping.

As we take nimbus to West City, Chichi tells me how excited she is. I asked why, and she explain about the fall festival next week. “Oh yeah. We missed the summer one.” That’s when she hugged me tighter. “This will be my first festival back.” The rest of the trip was quiet, but I couldn’t help have a small smile. My first festival alive again, and with Goten no less.

While I follow her around the mall, I couldn’t help enjoy my wife’s enjoyment. Before I used to hate shopping with her, but now I just can’t help enjoy it. Seeing her go through the shops was a joy to watch now. The things I didn’t think I would actually miss; I missed the most. I even suggested a few things here and there. Which shock Chichi. “You sure the green would look nice?” I nod my head. Seeing her smile was just perfect.

…

Today was just perfect. Not only did Goku not complain about going shopping, he also help pick things out. I can’t believe it. He actually help pick out the perfect color for the family’s new kimonos. I even noticed a lot of females giving my husband naughty looks, and looking jealous of me. This felt nice. Almost like I’m showing off my perfect looking husband.

When we get home, Gohan asked questions. Boy, it’s been years that I had talked about that. I never really thought I would have to tell my boys, but it felt good. Once Goku helped me put what we bought away, I start to leave the room. I was going to head downstairs, to make lunch, but was stopped by my husband. “Goku, let me go. I have to get started on lunch.”

“Not until I get a kiss.” I was about to protest, till I saw the face he was giving me. I felt his thumb rub my cheek. “You look so happy today.” I couldn’t help blush, as I tell he’s the reason why. “No, I’m not.” I tell him that he is, and then I gave him a quick kiss. I tried to escape, and he holds my hips. He started kissing my neck. “Can I get another?” I couldn’t stop giggling at that. “Come on. Just one more.” I give him a kiss on the check. He lets me go, and I’m just left smiling as I went downstairs. The rest of the day went by smoothly. Videl even stopped by, to study with Gohan, and stood for dinner. Such a sweet girl.

…

This is going to be my first festival with dad. I’m so excited. After mom helped me, with my kimono, me and Goten were sitting on the couch for our parents. When mom came back downstairs, she looked so pretty. Usually mom always looks pretty, but this time she seem to be glowing. She was even wearing flowers in her hair. I never seen those before. Even Gohan looked impressed by mom’s beauty. Just then Videl came, and so, we all went to grandpa’s kingdom together.

I mostly stood close by to mom, but eventually I was allowed to go exploring on my own. There were a lot of fun games, and I even played with other kids. But as I played, I started hearing whispers. “Did you hear? He finally came back.” “I wonder why he stood away longer this time.” “I bet she finally had enough and forced him back.” “She probably finally admitted that she’s awful at being a single mother.” The grownups were even laughing. And whenever I tried to find out who was laughing, all the grownups had turned away.

So, I went in search of mom. When I found her, she and dad were on a bench. He was wiping her tears, and telling her it was ok. Dad looked very upset about something. That’s when I noticed that Gohan and Videl was also there. I walked over to Gohan, and asked what happened. “Nothing to worry about squirt. Are you having fun?” I told him yeah. Well, until, I heard grownups talking about someone. That’s when Gohan’s smile went away, and dad really looked angry.

“Goku, don’t. Please.” When I looked over to my parents, mom was holding dad’s hand. He was standing, and looked very angry. What’s going on? “Goku, it’s ok. Lets just enjoy the rest of the festival as a family.” He gave mom one more look before nodding. As we went back, dad still didn’t look relax. So, I tried to grab his hand. Lucky for me, when he looked at me, he started smiling. He then picked me, and we went to play games. The rest of the festival was fun. On the way back home, I had fell asleep in dad’s arms.

…

When we got to the festival, dad insisted that the girls go ahead of us. And that they should take Goten, too. I was going to ask what he was planning, when he suddenly dragged me along somewhere. We soon came upon a small booth, with cups stacked up. “Oh, I must be going insane. Is that really you, Goku?”

“Yeah. In the flesh. I see you still run this fun game.” They both laughed. Who was this guy?

“So, I assume you want to try your hands on getting this year’s prize?” The old man began to chuckle. “Well, I do have 7 years�� worth of prizes. How bout I let you take 7 shots. On the house.” He held a big smile.

“I couldn’t. Besides I’m not the one who’s going to be playing.” The old man looked confused, till he saw me. He then smiled, and placed 7 small balls on the counter. “Is it still 50 yen?”

“Na. It’s on the house.” Dad told him thanks. Then dad looked at me, and told me how this game worked. Before long I was walking away with 7 boxes. I was still in shock that dad made me do that. I was even surprised what the prizes were.

“So, that’s how you got mom the crystal flowers.” Dad was blushing as he nodded. “Thanks dad.” As we went in search of the girls, we couldn’t stop over hearing the gossip going around. These people still can’t say anything nice about dad, or mom. When I looked to dad, he showed signs of being upset. He then said that we better hurry, and find mom. I nodded, and we followed her ki. When we found her, Videl was holding her back. When I looked across from them, there was a lady holding her nose. You can tell she was bleeding. Oh boy. This is bad. Mom heard the whispers, or that lady got in mom’s face.

I then felt dad’s ki was raising, and when I looked next to me, he was flickering. Oh no. Not good. I quickly tried to help Videl, and got mom. Dad followed as I tried to find a bench mom could sit on. When we got away, was when mom finally started crying. Also, dad just went full on super sayian, and looked ready to go back into the festival. Not good at all. I had to quickly pull dad’s attention back to a crying mom. Before long, dad was trying his best to calm mom down, and that’s when Goten appeared. When he told us that he heard people whispering about someone, dad got upset again. Thankfully mom stopped him. Once everyone was calm, we tried to enjoy a bit more of the festival.

Afterwards, I was flying with Videl to her home. It was silent for a while. “I’m sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“What happened with mom. The villagers always used to talk about my parents. I actually thought they stopped after the cell games. Guess I was wrong.”

“Don’t sweat it. Beside that lady had it coming. Saying stuff how your mom is only dressing up, because she finally dragged your dad back. I actually was going to punch her.” We then both smiled. “So.” I looked at her. “Are you going to tell me what’s in that bag, you been carrying around?” That’s when I finally remembered what was in my hands. I felt my face start burning, as I tried saying how it was for her. We stopped flying, and she took the bag from me.

I felt my anxious as I watched her open the bag. When she pulled out the first box, I could practically hear my heart beating in my ears. When she opened it, she looked shock, then her face became unreadable. She then put it back in the bag. Oh no! Does she not like it? I started to panic, and failed to noticed that she flew closer to me. When I did notice she was super close to me, I could still see the unreadable expression. She really doesn’t like it.

…

When we finally got home, I placed Goten to bed. Afterward I met with Chichi, in our room. I was still highly upset on what happened. I just couldn’t believe it. The moment I walked into our room, I was greeted with arms holding me. I looked down and saw that my little wife was crying. I hugged her, and rubbed her back. I still can’t believe those people still talk bad about Chichi. Even worst that the boys were there. I started feeling my anger raising again. They made Chichi cry. They spoke badly about her around the boys. It always got me so mad when they did that around Gohan. And now they have the nerve to do so around Goten. I thought they would have stopped, especially how Piccolo stood up for Chichi. When I did it, nobody listened. When he did it, everyone went quiet for a long time.

“Goku.” I snapped back to reality, and looked to see Chichi looking up at me. “Want a snack?” I was completely thrown off by that. I said no; how I just wasn’t in the mood. She then looked even more upset. “I said. Do you want a snack?” Uh? I tried saying no again, only for her to start crying. I finally said yes, and we went to the kitchen.

Snack ended up being a full meal. She sat on my lap, and fed me. Every time I took a bite, she kissed my cheek. I also fed her, and kissed her cheek. It was a nice peaceful moment. Soon enough Gohan walked through the front door. He had a big smile as he walked to his room. Guess Videl liked it. After the food was done, I carried Chichi to our room. “You feeling better?” I told her yeah, and kissed her forehead. “We’re officially never going back there again.” I agreed with her.

When we got to our room, I was about to carry her to our bed, when she whispered that I should lock the door. Well then. I excitedly lock the door and asked what else she wanted. We ended up taking a quick shower together, before I had her all to myself, in our bed. As I loving thrust into her, she wouldn’t let my lips go. This was a very good ending to an awful day.

…

I can’t believe it. During the 7 years Goku was gone, nobody said anything. I did notice the pity looks everyone gave me. But I always paid no mind, as I made sure the boys always had fun. But the first festival Goku is back, everyone starts talking again. And one person had the nerve to speak badly to my face. Thankfully Videl was there. I know I was extremely upset, but when I saw how it affected Goku it made me feel even worst. Goku hates it when they talk about me, and even worst around Gohan. Not only was he tried to calm me down, I tried calming him down. But when Goten said that, it really angered Goku.

My dear husband. I’m so happy that Goten didn’t leave his side, as we tried enjoying the rest of the festival. But the moment we came home, I could tell it still bothered him. He went to tuck Goten to bed, as I went to undo my hair. When I heard Goku coming upstairs, I waited for him by our door. He tries so hard to make everyone happy, so I’m going to do the same. He’s so upset that he doesn’t want to eat. That just won’t do.

I finally got him to eat something. I was even sitting on his lap, as I fed him, and kissed his cheek. His mood was starting to improve. He even started feeding me, and giving me kisses. The moment Gohan came home, he was smiling, which made us smile. As we watched our son, make his way to his room, we couldn’t help smile at him. “Our little Gohan is growing up so fast.” I then felt a kissed on my neck. I looked to Goku, and he held the sweetest smile. “All thanks to his wonderful mommy.” I felt myself blush at that. I tried telling him that he also helped. “No. You did most of the work.” I shook my head and kept saying how he also helped. He then kisses my lips.

After we finished eating, I went about washing the dishes. Goku even helped. The moment felt super peaceful. I was quite happy, and when I looked to Goku, he looked happy too. “Almost feels like nothing ever happened to our family.” I then felt him kiss my forehead. “I sometimes wonder if this is what it would have been like if everything didn’t happened.” He then hugged me from behind, and kissed my neck. He sway us back and forth, and kept kissing my neck. It soon ended up with him carrying me, and sharing kisses as we made our way to our room.

Inside I told him to lock the door, and then we went to take a shower. Inside the shower he cleaned me. Well, not at first. But every touched was gentle, and the way his fingers worked me was madding. He was also nipping and licking my neck. Especially given extra attention to his mark. “I love you.” I told him I love him too. After the shower, we ended up on the bed, where he showered me with love. I didn’t want to let him go. As he thrust into me, I kept his lips to mine. The rest of the night was peaceful as we snuggle together.

…

She kissed me. It threw me off guard, but it made me so happy. So, she did like it. When we made it to her home, we ended up talking in her room. I don’t know how it happened, but I had in my lap as held her close. Holding her like this felt super nice. We were just talking about different topics, even about a project that was coming up. She would sometimes even kiss my cheek, and I felt my cheek burning.

When she kiss me again, I turned my face in time that our lips touch. It felt electric. We kept dropping kisses on each other’s lips. Soon our tongues dance together, and my tongue tasted all inside her mouth. When we finally parted, we were breathless. Plus, her eyes looks so dreamy, that I could just get lost in them. Without thinking, I pressed my lips against hers again. We kept kissing till we heard a knock at her door. We started to laugh, as I let her get the door. It was her dad, and I greeted him. He gave me a funny look, and then said I had to start leaving. I gave Videl one more hug, before I flew out the window.

As I flew home, I was so over the top happy. Not only did Videl like what I gave her, she also kissed me. Then we ended up having our first make out session. Today was full of so many emotions, but it ended on a high note. Once I was away from the city, I started doing summersaults in the sky as I continued flying home. “YAHOO!”

When I finally got home, I saw that my parents we downstairs, but I paid them no mind. As I basically skipped to my room, I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. Once inside my room, all I could think about was Videl.

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Ch88

[colemonroe]

“Well, to be fair,” he murmured once she turned around, “Ya make me feel swishy too, darlin’.” That was the honest to god truth. No one had ever made him feel the way Taliah did and it was high time that he just called it for what it was– Cole was falling for her, plain and simple. She was the first thought on his mind when he woke up each morning and the last before he fell asleep each night. Hearing that he made her feel nervous, Cole chuckled against her neck, his teeth casually nipping just next to her pulse point,, “What? Lil ‘ole me?” He teased, hardly believing that he had the power to make a woman like her nervous. Lips hovering near her ear as she leaned back against his shoulder, Cole eased out a soft laugh, “If I said it out loud, the devil might blush,” he warned, pressing in that much closer to her– like he couldn’t get enough, and truthfully? He couldn’t– not when it came to her. 

Smiling warmly as her hands came to rest against his arms after his nice, little struggle with the clasp on her dress, Cole knew he’d rather just fall into her like they had been for the last few weeks– he’d rather just lose himself completely in the one person who understood him better than he knew himself. But even for tempting as that was, he knew he couldn’t– not until he cleared the air and let her know how he felt. Catching her disapproving look, Cole peered down at her, lips pursing for a moment– at least up until the moment he pressed another quick kiss to her lips, “Hold that thought, okay?” It was another attempt on his part to reassure her that what he needed to say wasn’t damning– at least, he hoped it wouldn’t be. But how could anyone feel that confident or secure when it meant admitting out loud that he’d fallen for his best friend? 

Taking that as his cue, he left her with a quick wink and started for the roof– a spot that had always meant a great deal to him, but also held significance for them too. It was the first place they’d ever had a real, heart-to-heart conversation, the first place they’d felt safe with one another. It seemed fitting then, that Cole should ask her to be his in that same spot. Settling down on the couch the club had situated on the roof, he fought off the urge to light another smoke– Taliah herself would be all the soothing balm his frazzled nerves needed, even if telling her how he felt about her had his leg jumping in place and a hand running through his hair solely because he had to busy himself to keep from dwelling on it. 

Spotting her once she joined him on the roof, his lips instantly upturned into a warm smile– especially once he realized she was wearing his hoodie. “Oh, Jesus– not a conga line,” he chuckled softly as she sat down beside him. Taking the bottle once she offered it to him, he paused, debating a moment. While a sip might have certainly calmed some of his nerves, he’d rather just lean into Taliah. Smiling sheepishly at her question of what was on his mind, Cole lifted a hand to her chin and leaned in, choosing to kiss her rather than take a swig from the bottle. He was buying himself a second to think on how to answer, and maybe he was deliberate in taking his time with her too, savoring that kiss like it could very well be their last if this all went sideways and she didn’t feel the same. “You,” he answered quite simply once he pulled away, only to steal yet another soft kiss– because one would never be enough with her. “You and me, actually.”  Setting the bottle down, Cole cleared his throat, suddenly feeling that wave of nerves he’d been trying so hard to stave off. “Umm…” He started, knocking his head in a brief shake before reaching for her hands, needing that steady contact just to ground him. “I dunno how else to say this so I’m just gonna say it,” he murmured, swallowing thickly as he blinked down at their joined hands. Being vulnerable in this way was terrifying for him in ways staring down a loaded gun wasn’t. Tracing his thumbs over her skin, he nodded, almost as if talking himself into admitting what he’d been feeling. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he offered up a small smile, “I’m fallin’ for ya, T.” The admission nearly winded him the moment it left his lips because this? It was something he’d never said to anyone. “Ain’t ever felt like this before,” he admitted, chuckling softly in disbelief because before Taliah, he’d never dreamed he could feel so connected to one person, and yet? Here he was, wanting everything with his best friend. “I wanna be with you,” he continued, nodding firmly because if everything else hung in the balance, he at least knew this to be true. Barring fear of failure, fear of rejection, Cole was putting it out there anyway, fully knowing she could shatter him if she wanted to. “So, I just–” he paused, stammering the slightest bit because words had never been his specialty, “I’m just wonderin’ if ya’d be my girl?”

"Because," she almost dragged the word out, as if somehow he should be able to read her thoughts and see why he'd made her feel swishy. It wasn't just the way he kissed her, it was the reaction that swarmed it, something that she hadn't expected. Maybe it stemmed from some sort of selfish feeling inside, to know that ultimately, Cole's boys, his family, thought she was good enough for him. At least, that's how she was interpreting it, hence, swish swish.

This unfamiliar road they had been walking together the last few weeks suddenly felt brighter just with the knowledge that the people around them approved. Turning around as instructed just before a fierce blush invades her cheeks, she grins to herself, "You have this way of making me feel nervous," she says softly, brown eyes fluttering shut as he peppered her neck with soft kisses. Melting into him was always the easiest thing to do, he only ever had to come close enough and she was entirely his. "I don't think that's the right word, but I mean it in a good way." She adds, following it with a quiet, mischievous little laugh as she drops her head back against his shoulder. "What'cha been thinking about?" Taliah purrs, her tone probably telling him all about that grin that he couldn't see, plastered across her features.

There's a burst of soft laughter as he struggles to find the clasp on the zip to her dress, hands that find their way to hold onto his arms after he unzips her and brings them around her. Honestly? She'd have been content to just stand there like that, in the moment, softening to his presence. "Oh?" The comment of a talk made her momentarily tense, but the continued affection was what kept her grounded, relaxed enough not to assume any worst-case scenario. And yet, when he pulls away from her, she can't help but pout, turning her head back to look at him with some kind of disapproval. "That wasn't top of my want list," just letting him know, before relenting into a soft smile. "But okay," Taliah nods at him, not so blinded by her own desire that she couldn't read the room. He needed to talk? It took priority, especially if he was passing up the opportunity to watch her undress.

It didn't take her very long to change into something more comfortable, casual shorts and strappy top, a pair of trainers. Grabbing one of Cole's zip-up hoodies from the room, she heads up to the roof with the half-open whiskey bottle in there. Was this an I need a drink chat? She wasn't sure, so better to be prepared, right? "Not sure how long we can stay up here, I definitely just heard Riley talking about doing a conga line? Now," she pauses as she sits by Cole's side, holding out the bottle to him. "I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I feel like I don't want to miss it." Chuckling, Taliah shuffled that bit closer to him and twisted to the side, giving him her full attention so he could talk. "What's on your mind, angel?"

[venicebitch00]

I would love to request a fic about all the jackass guys but I’m gonna start with Chris. <3 I don’t have a definite idea of the story but I would love to see him interact with a shy girl on set, (or non-binary I don’t mind, whatever suits you best) maybe given her introvert personality she struggle fitting in the group. Knowing Chris exuberant and chatty personality I would like to see him getting to know her more intimately, trying to involve her to hang out more with them. I would also love him doing this cause he has a crush on her, and that would take them having some flirty conversations. I know it’s a lot but I’m sure you’ll do it justice💌🌟

Perfect

summary: feeling out of place at your new job, a certain "party boy" tries to make you feel more at home

pairings: chris pontius x fem!reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i'm sorry it took awhile but i hope you enjoy <3 requests are still open!

warnings: strong language(?), implied social anxiety, idk that's pretty much it

You can do this. Deep breaths. You got this. You repeated in your head like a religious mantra. Today was your first day at your new job, the assistant director for a new movie called “Jackass”, based on the hit MTV show.

You heard about the job through your long-time friend, Spike Jonze. Spike was going to be producing the movie and had insisted you join the crew. Although it sounded like an absolute dream to be a part of, it was also completely out of your comfort zone. You had met most of the cast and crew at various parties, but you still felt incredibly uneasy.

“Hey, there she is,” Spike greeted you as you arrived on set. Today you were filming in the middle of the desert on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

“Y/N, good to see you again!” Jeff, the director, shook your hand.

“Yeah, uh, you too” you coughed. God damn it, why did you have to be so awkward?

“C’mon let’s get you to the trailers. The guys will be excited to see you” C’mon Y/N get your shit together, just be cool. Be. Cool.

“Guys, you know Y/N, our newest member of the Jackass crew” Jeff patted you on the back, showing you off to your new coworkers.

The first to greet you, of course, was the unofficial leader of the crew, Johnny Knoxville. “Good to see you again, Y/N. Welcome aboard.” You were glad it seemed the guys were fairly pleased to see you and didn’t change their minds last minute like you feared. Although you recognized almost everyone, there was one man who didn’t look too familiar.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Chris” he waved. You felt your stomach do a flip at the sight of the attractive man’s smile.

“Uh, hi I’m Y/N”

“Yeah, I kinda got that” he joked, which made you cringe at your gawky behavior.

The day went by surprisingly well and got some great footage. All of the guys were sweet and welcoming, however, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place.

“The guys and I are gonna grab some drinks after this if you wanna come,” Pontius told you during a break from filming. You were tempted to just say yes, I mean what’s the worst that could happen?

“Oh, I don’t know”

“C’mon it’ll be fun, I promise” he tried to coax you. When you still didn’t respond, he tried further, “you’re much too pretty just to sit inside by yourself all night, y’know”

You felt your face begin to burn, flustered at the compliments. “Fine, I'll think about it” you finally decided.

“Well there will be a drink there waiting for you, just in case” he winked and casually walked away, leaving you a blushing mess.

You had been staring at your closet for what felt like ages, waiting for the perfect outfit to miraculously come to you. After much internal debate, you had finally decided to go to the bar with the crew. Although the mere thought of it made you feel like hurling all over your bedroom floor, you figured it was now or never.

As you were adding your finishing touches to your look for the night, you were interrupted by the ringing of your cell phone. Unknown Caller it read.

“Hello?” you hesitantly answered.

“Hey, is this Y/N?” you heard a vaguely familiar voice ask.

“Uh, yeah. Who’s this?”

“It’s Chris. Chris Pontius, y’know from Jackass?” Holy Shit.

“Yeah, I know who you are Chris,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “what do you need?”

“Well, uh, you were planning to come to the bar tonight right?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, I’m here to pick you up, I’m outside your apartment building”

“What? How the hell did you get my address?”

“Jeff told me” you could practically hear his sheepish smile through the phone.

“Okay, well I’ll be right out, I guess”, you quickly dirtier out the door, putting on one last layer of lip gloss and grabbing your bag. Outside your apartment building was a gorgeous red convertible Porsche, with the infamous “Party Boy” sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for you.

“Damn, you look hot” he let out a low whistle.

“Thanks, Chris” you flushed, “but why the hell are you outside my house?”

“Because I wanted to make sure you were coming,” he shrugged. Even though he said the statement so nonchalantly, it was enough to make you practically giddy. He wanted you to come. He wanted you to come so much that he was willing to drive at least 10 miles out of his way, just to make sure you came.

“Nice ride, by the way” you chuckled.

“You like it? Bam let me borrow it for the night”

“Really? Bam, just let you borrow his car?” you skeptically asked, knowing the man’s attachment to his cars.

“Okay okay, maybe I took the keys when he wasn’t looking”

“Oh my god, Chris!” you gasped, “you committed grand theft auto just to pick me up?”

“Well, I’d say you’re worth it, sweetheart” God damn why did he have to be such a sweet talker all the time? “So how'd you end up working for Jackass anyway?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“Well, I’ve been friends with Spike for a few years now, so after I graduated film school a couple of months ago he offered me the job”

“And has it always been a dream of yours, directing a movie about dudes shitting on camera and running each other over with golf carts?” he teased.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Well maybe it wasn’t exactly my plan, but I am grateful for the opportunity.”

You couldn’t explain it, but around Chris, you just felt your walls crumble, the barrier around your heart begins to fade. Normally it took ages of knowing someone to fully feel comfortable around them, but with him, everything just felt so perfect, like you had known him your whole life.

“Oh, I love this song” you exclaimed as you heard “Everlong” by the Foo Fighters begin to play. You reached for the radio and turned up the music. You felt your hair get blown by the warm LA wind, and you took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the city.

As you were gazing out the window, Chris could see you from the corner of his eye. He was trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, but you were too distracting. Your hair was blowing messily in the wind and your cheeks were flushed. He thought at that moment that you were perfect.