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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Daddy Dearest

Title: Daddy Dearest

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Prompts: Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic, requested by @hansensgirl

Summary: Your latest client takes everything from you.

Warnings: Creep!Lloyd, Daddy kink, Dark!Daddy!Lloyd, pet name (Princess), darkfic, sex work, forced ageplay, Lloyd has a corruption kink, dead dove: do not eat, dacryphilia, violence against Reader (choking, threatening, Lloyd tackles Reader) 

A/N: Hi, Sab!!! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The dossier for your latest client reads like a warning label. It is full of kinks and fetishes you are familiar with but have never experienced yourself. And then there were a few that you had to do a little research on. 

There isn’t much to read about his personal life. You notice that he is single due to his line of work, which is only listed as ‘Contractor’. You decide to keep the conversation only about pleasing your client.

The car service drops you off at a gorgeous modern mansion in the hills. In the back of a gated community, it shines with floor-to-ceiling windows and marble stone walls. The fountain in the middle of the circular driveway spouts glistening water that shoots a bit higher out of the fish sculpture atop it to signal the top of the hour.

To say you feel out of place is an understatement. While you are used to meeting high-profile clients, you would rarely meet them at their homes. They tend to opt for penthouse suites in expensive hotels or apartments that their wives or girlfriends don’t know about. 

Your heels click and clack across the stone-paved driveway as you walk to the front door. You fix the short black dress that you picked to wear today. It wasn’t your usual style, a bit showy in places you would have seen on slinky lingerie, but you wore it so the client could get a better look at your assets. Noticing the doorbell camera to the right of the entrance, you press it and wait. 

You weren’t expecting to hear a woman’s voice.

“Mr. Hansen will be with you shortly. Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable in the lounge to the left,” she says in an eerily chipper voice.

Before you can respond, you hear the metallic click of the door unlocking. Swallowing your uncertainty, you turn the ornate handle and open the door. You peek around the door and then step through it, closing it behind you. Spotting the lounge area, you walk over and sit on the pristine white leather couch.

While looking around the room, you notice there are no photos or other personal touches that make a house into a home. You still haven’t seen what the guy looks like; he could be hideous. But he could also be just a normal dude. As if thinking about him could get his attention, you hear a cheerful whistling accompanied by quick footsteps skipping down the stairs.

Once he makes it to the entryway of the lounge, he leans against the door jamb and crosses his arm, studying you for a moment. You refuse to be the only one being scrutinized, so you cross your arms and tilt your head while staring at him.

Handsome face, even under that trashstache. Gorgeous blue eyes and soft pink lips. His yellow and beige striped polo fits him nicely, showing off his big biceps. His fitted khakis stretch across his thick thighs. You attempt to hide your excitement as you peek at the bulge in his pants, but he catches it and chuckles.

“Alright, Princess. As much as I love that dress you’re wearing, I’ve got something that is much, much cuter waiting upstairs for you.” He winks at you, stepping toward you and holding out his hand once he is towering over you.

You tentatively put your hand in his, and he helps you up off of the couch. “Thank you, Mr. Hansen.”

He tsks at your words. “Now, Princess, while I love how polite you’re being, you’re getting the name wrong,” he starts, smiling at your confused expression. “When you’re here with me, you are Princess, and I am Daddy. Go ahead, try it out.”

His thumb soothes the skin on the back of your hand while his eyes stay on your face, waiting for a response. His smile threatens to fade as the grip on your hand grows tighter.

“Daddy,” you murmur, your voice barely loud enough for him to hear.

His other hand comes to cradle your face, then boops your nose. “Good girl, Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll get you to say it louder in due time,” he promises. “Now, come on. Let’s go and get you changed into something a bit more comfortable, okay?”

You nod, and he puts a hand around the shell of his ear. You realize that he wants you to answer him. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s not forget that again. Daddy might not be as patient with you next time, Princess.” He boops your chin this time and turns, pulling you behind him as he exits the room and ascends the large staircase in the foyer to the second floor. You keep up with his quick steps somehow, ending up being tugged down a long hallway to a set of double doors. He lets your hand fall from him so he can be as dramatic as he needs to be.

Turning the knobs and pushing the doors open, he steps aside and lets you assess everything. A plush pastel pink carpet greets you as you move inside the room; its fluffiness compels you to remove your heels and feel it between your toes. Everywhere you looked, from the bedding on the four-poster canopy bed to the knickknacks on countless shelves to the stuffed animals piled high in one corner, various shades of pink and white assault your vision. 

Posters on the wall range from inspirational quotes to teddy bears dressed as ballerinas to anime girls with varying stages of undress. The pink and white marble wardrobe draws your attention, and you open it to reveal more outfits than you could wear in a lifetime. The clothing, all in pastel shades, is of great quality and, surprisingly, all in your size. You close the wardrobe and step back into the center of the room.

“You don’t like it,” he surmises, closing the doors of the room as he steps inside fully.

“I’m just confused. I don’t feel comfortable in here, Mr. Hansen,” you plead, facing away from him so you don’t see when his face changes.

“You’re about to feel a lot less comfortable, Princess,” he cautions.

You jump at the sound of the lock clicking into place in the room. Whipping around, you watch helplessly as he lunges at you. His hands wrap around your neck as he tackles you to the pink carpeting. You try in vain to peel his hands away, and as you struggle, he somehow manages to get his hips between your legs. He growls when he feels the heat from your barely covered pussy. He uses his grip around your neck as an anchor so he can grind into you.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” He loosens his hold on your neck when your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. He pushes your face into the carpet when you start to sputter and cough. 

After getting your breathing under control, you lay stock-still under him, afraid to make a move that may anger him and cause you more pain. As much as you want to push him off of you, he’s already proven what he’s capable of.

“You behave, and so will I, Princess,” he huffs, slowly rising to stand over you. “Now, you put on this cute little outfit and let Daddy take care of you.” 

You follow his line of sight to clothes laid out on the bed, pulling yourself up and fixing your dress. Once you are close enough, you take in the features of the clothing he picked out-a pink denim overall dress with a stitched bouquet on the large front pocket. To wear underneath the dress is a plain white T-shirt and white briefs decorated with flowers. White knee-high socks and pink jelly sandals complete the outfit.

If you weren’t so in shock, you would scream or try to fight him. But you are past the realm of where this wasn’t going to happen. Instead, you undress as he watches. Putting on the shirt, underwear, and socks was easy enough. However, he offers to help you with the dress and gropes you here and there. He sits you down on the bed and puts your shoes on for you in an act so sweet, you almost forget where you are and what you are doing.

After looking you over, he stands to his full height in front of you and cradles your face in his hands. “I am going to ruin you. Inside and out, Princess. You have no idea,” he chuckles, using his thumb to wipe away the tear that falls from your right eye. “And please, let those tears out. They only get me more excited.” The sniffle that escapes you had him biting his lip as if to prove his point.

The remaining shred of hope you had held onto floats away in the wind as you watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. By the time he is lying next to you and catching his breath, your grip on reality has been fucked out of you. You curl into his side and smile at him, “Thank you, Daddy.”

A/N: Possibly the darkest Lloyd I have ever written. This Lloyd is a creep, but damnit…I love him.

[twice-inamillion]

Playing In The Future Home

Fluff and Smut

1.4 K words

(Jihyo and OC making new memories)

"I can't wait to see where we are going to build our future house," Jihyo said as she looked outside the window. The two of you are on your way to visit the plot of land that you showed her before through FaceTime. 

"Minji gave me the keys to the gate so we can park the car inside and walk around." Jihyo puts up her hands closer, "Look, my hand is shaking from how excited I am right now." 

"Don't be nervous. I know you are going to like it. We are almost there; just a couple more minutes."

You exit the highway and immediately make a left turn. Then drive down the windy road up a small hill and turn right into a private road. Only two hundred feet into a private road filled with trees and bushes, you are met with a large metal gate, "I'm going to open the gate; I'll be right back." Once the gate is open, you drive inside and close the gate around before driving again. The dirty road eventually leads you to a grass-filled field, "we're here." 

The two of you get out of the car; Jihyo walks around for a bit as you get your backpack and binder. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, and it's big. I love the trees and bushes that surround the entrance." 

"Yes, Minji said that the previous owner fenced the entire estate so their animals wouldn't get out. Makes it easier for us because it ensures our privacy."

 You take out your binder and show Jihyo some sketches that you and Minji worked on for the past two days. "Look, here are some examples of the potential layout," as you point at the 2D view of the whole estate. "This right here is the layout of the entrance layout just came in front, and we are standing here," as you point at the spot you are standing in. "The lot is huge, and it does have a slight hill towards the back and trees throughout the lot. What Minji and I thought was to keep the entrance untouched, just grass and the house in the middle. Because the area has so much space, we have the option of a one-story house that has spread out or a two-story house. We can also have detached buildings like a music room and multiple guest houses away from the main house but still close. We can even have a large pool with a building on its own, but we would need to childproof it. We have a lot of options to make this place perfect. Towards the back of the lot are multiple trees and a small stream that runs across the end of the property." 

The both of you walk around, and Jihyo tries to visualize the house with the binder in her hands. "I like it, and I think the members will be happy. When do you think we can buy it and start building?"

"I talked to Minji about it, and she said that the owner has wanted to sell the property for a while since all his family has moved to the city abroad and has no more use for it. Regarding the building, we can talk to a few contractors and get the permits ready after we buy the property. Shouldn't be too long, but it all depends on the layout of the house."

"The faster, the better; I can just see the babies running around and having fun with each other. I want Jisoo to have a memorable childhood and grow up safe without the eyes of the public on her and the rest."

"She will; just imagine her playing with the twins on a swing or going down the slide. It's going to be perfect." You hold her hand and start to walk, "let me show you the best part." The both of you walk up toward the end of the property, where you see a hill surrounded by numerous trees. There is a special tree that is much older than the rest, and as you both get closer, Jihyo is amazed by its size, "Wow, the tree is huge." 

"The tree isn't the only thing; turn around." Jihyo turns to see a fantastic view of the landscape. Her future is right before her, and the rest of the world is in the background. "Omg, the view is wonderful. Thank you, oppa," hugging you. 

"Everything here is for us, our future. You deserve the whole world, and I will try my best to give you that." Jihyo tears up from happiness, and the both of you share a passionate kiss. 

"Thank you." 

After settling down, you both sit on the blanket and snacks you brought and enjoy a bottle of wine. Jihyo, a good drinker, enjoys the wine more than you and, little by little, gets tipsy. "Oppa, want to mess around a little bit? We're alone, so we can have a little fun," giving you a sexy wink.

"For you, I'm able to go all the way." 

She pushes you down, gets on top of you, and starts to unbutton your shirt. "Don't do anything; I'll take care of everything and just enjoy." With your chest exposed, she kisses every inch of you, "oppa, you have a manly chest; I love it." 

You give a soft moan as she kisses your neck, "Jihyo, it hurts." 

Jihyo looks down and sees the large bulge in your pants, "Oh wow, hard already?"

"It's just that you're too sexy, I can't help it."

She undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. "Don't worry, little fellow; you'll get your turn soon enough." Once she's done with your neck, she stands up and pulls down her leggings and panties. Jihyo sits on your shaft, causing you to moan, "Ahhh, you're bending my cock." 

"Hmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing, but it's not time yet," as she begins to grind on you. The feeling of her lips hugging your cock throws you over the edge, and Jihyo knows it. "How do you like that? You like it when I grind my pussy on your cock?"

"Jihyo, please don't tease; let me put in it." 

"Just a bit longer," as she increases the pace. She puts more of her weight on your cock, causing you to moan in pain. "Fuck, I can feel your hot cock throbbing. You're such a bad boy, but good job on holding on. Here is your reward." 

Jihyo grabs your cock and lifts herself, aligning it to her entrance. You watch as the head of your cock spreads her lips apart, causing you to gasp, "Fuck, you're so tight." She drops her whole weight, and her cunt swallows you whole, "Ahh… fuck, you're cumming already?"

You grab her waist and hold her tight, "take all of my cum!" She places her hands on your chest and digs her nails as she begins to ride you as you cum inside her. "Let it all out; I'll milk you of all you're worth." 

You see her lustful eyes, the eyes of someone who's found her prey. She rides you as you cum, her tits swaying from side to side, "come on baby, do you like how I ride your big cock? Your cock that's filling me up with baby batter. Stay hard for me, okay." 

Jihyo, with her head on your chest, can hear your heavy breathing, she knows that she has you in her hands. "You think you can go for another round?"

“Ye…yeah… I… I can."

She sits back up, ties her hair in a ponytail, looks you in the eyes, and begins to ride you once more. You can help you move your gaze, but she says, "Don't, look at me. You're mine." 

All you hear now is the noise of flesh grinding against each other, Jihyo's tight walls choking your cock. 

She rides you for about five minutes until you cum once, filling her womb with baby batter. "Yeah… just like that. Fill me up with your cum” as she tightens up her cunt. Once she's done milking you for the second, she lifts herself up and lays beside you. 

Haven gotten a happy ending you look at her erect nipple and attach yourself you it. "Aww, my poor baby, there, there. Suck on mommy's tits until you're full, okay" as she caresses your head. You fall asleep attached to her breast as Jihyo hugs you tight in her arms. 

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

You know. Everyone praising the assassination of Brian Thompson has really missed the big picture. They think they have a hit list and popular support. But all I see is the upward demand for bodyguards and private contractors. Men with real trigger time, body armor, and firearms that won't jam. Some who might be licensed to carry more than pistols.

Oh not just that. "The Rich" as these people put it will use this as a means to push for more separation from them and "The Rabble" and will use Private Security as their own private military more than they have in the past, to gun down would be morons. Hell, we might get lucky and have a bunch of innocents get murked because of shifty movement around "The Rich". :D <(This is me being a sarcastic asshole while admitting the fucking truth) Also can't wait for them to push for more gun regulation which will fuck us all. But then that's probably the point right? For them to push this class warfare bullshit until the rich DO in fact decided they want to fuck us?

And look, THERE ARE rich assholes in the world. But that's not the point. Class warfare is a rich problem and a leftist problem. It's always been that way. Moderates? Right wingers? Republicans? ACTUAL libertarians? They take issue with moral, ethical, and foundational issues with people that are "Rich". They don't hate them because they are rich. They hate people like Bill Gates for acting like a self important pampas shit pushing for depopulation. NOT because he has money. Leftist WANT a full scale "Class War" because they want to eat the rich. Not because they don't want people to BE rich. No. Because THEY want to be rich. And what's more, this man? He was a figure head at best. And was actually not that rich in the grand scheme of things. SOCCER PLAYERS make more. Some Football Players make more. Actors make a FUCK TON more. The LIBERAL darling "Taylor Swift" makes more. By a LARGE MARGIN.

However, because this man happened to work for a company that does insurance, his death is being celebrated. When his influence was likely NOT very high. Add to that the fact Insurance companies can't pay out what they would need to anyways because they charge LESS, MUCH MUCH LESS, than they need to pay off hospitals, because HOSPITALS charge a metric fuck ton. As do Pharma agencies. As do private doctors in a lot of cases. When they don't have to or need to, but the market is owned by wouldn't you know it, FUCKING LEFTISTS. Since they own Academia. We saw it with the Covid-Tiktoks where rather than helping people in line at the hospital, they took time to film a stupid fucking song and dance. It's also worth noting how many leftists are rich themselves.

They can eat themselves. I don't care. But to cheer for cold blooded murder........Soulless fucking monsters. He wasn't even in a realm of "Evil Dictator" or "Mass Murderer" despite some people that would claim by not bankrupting his company only being able to serve maybe 76% of claims before putting UNTOLD NUMBERS out of work, tanking the insurance market in the process and probably hitting the economy like a truck, that he's a killer.

*Me to these people*

[joelsgirl]

Love Thy Neighbor Pt. 1

Muse: Joel Miller Word Count: 2k Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, grief, parental loss, fluff, No Use of Y/N A/N: Set pre-outbreak, maybe a year or two before. Ambiguous timeline. A Gift For: @dreamsofmandalore - A little SJ for you. Thank you for being you. Happy Birthday, darling. + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

The night should have been warm, beautiful, almost balmy. It was only the start of fall, things shouldn't have shifted so fast, yet no matter what you do, you can't seem to stop the chill, like it was deep in your bones, freezing you from the inside. Glancing around, you wonder if others can feel it too.

Everyone else seems to be fine, having a great time. The block party was being run by your best friend's mom. She and Lisa lived in the house down the end of your street. Her yard backed onto rolling hills, marking the edge of suburbia. This wasn't your scene, you weren't ever into parties, more of a homebody, really.

Even at college, you preferred late nights, the scent of dusty old books and the dim light of the libraries lamps. It's been six months since you graduated college, and it should have been the time of your life - out exploring the world, getting that high paying job you'd worked so hard for, living to the fullest, or whatever that means...

Losing your dad wasn't something on the cards. He was your best friend, the only family you had left... but fate was a cruel mistress. Moving back home after graduation was easy, sorting out the house and putting him to rest... was another thing entirely. Lisa had become your lifeline through it all... and though a season had passed, it wasn't any easier.

The din of the party was getting to you, the noise all too overwhelming. You were here for Lisa, wanting to enjoy the night as much as she was... but couldn't handle yet another concerned neighbor asking you how you were coping. Strolling down the back of her yard, your fingers trailing over the solid wooden posts of her fence until they reach the latch to the back gate. A quick check over your shoulder to make sure no one has noticed you before you slip out.

There's a small, narrow path that opens into a clearing. It takes you a minute to scan the canopy line before you find the treehouse your dad built for you and Lisa when you were kids. It's all so overgrown now but the steps to the ladder are still nailed into the large trunk. Testing the lowest one out with the toe of your ballet slippers, you climb up into the large space. He was a builder, a freelance contractor and this place had been your safe haven for so many years.

You hadn't visited in a while, but the interior was spotless. The walls painted a now faded burgundy, the window seat and sofa inside still clean and fresh. Lisa had mentioned coming by recently to tidy it up but she'd added some more knickknacks. This space had always felt like home, like a private solace, protecting you from the cruelty of the world below.

There was a desk against the far wall, a cupboard with books and a small coffee table in the center. Your dad had managed to hoist them up and set them inside. Climbing onto the soft cushion of the window seat, your back against the wall as you survey the clearing. Everything looks so small from this height, so insignificant.

The dark silhouette of another appears just below, so quiet you hadn't heard him coming... but you knew who it was, would recognize him anywhere. Your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him, idly wondering how he knew where to find you. "Hey..." His voice was low, sensual even from down there... at least to you. You bite back the grin wanting to take over as you nod to him, "Hey, yourself."

Joel had moved in to the house next door right around the time you graduated college. He had the stoic, single dad routine down pat; he was also kind, charming and seriously good looking. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but all he cared about was Sarah. His beautiful daughter, ten years old and sharp as a tack. She kept them both on their toes, that was for sure. Joel was a builder, just like her dad. Long hours and hard labour to provide the kind of like he thought she deserved. His brother Tommy would drop in on occasion, the genes ran in the family there... But Joel, he was something else.

"Mind if I come up?" You sit a little straighter, wishing there was a mirror nearby to check your reflection or something... "Sure!" He'd never been here before, but he knew about it. You told him when you were reminiscing about your dad shortly after... everything happened. Pulling yourself up from the window seat, you move to lift the latch, tugging open the trap door and helping him to pull himself up into the treehouse. "How'd you know I was here?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Was watching you." There was something in his eyes. So dark, chocolate had nothing on them. So deep as he drank in the sight of you. That concern dancing behind his gaze melted you, the warmth in his tone something new, something you'd started picking up on more and more of late. "Saw you slip out the back... No one else noticed." He was standing so close, you could see the gold flecks and caramel highlights in those eyes from the fading glow of the sun's rays. "Oh?" You were normally such a conversationalist, but there was something so intense about him, you were suddenly lost for words.

"Yeah, you looked like you could use a friend. Didn't want you alone out here." He paused for a moment, his words sinking in before he broke that connection, shifting his focus to the treehouse. There was a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as his hands slipped into his pockets, his leather jacket tightening around the thick muscle of his biceps. The black cotton shirt beneath it draped perfectly off the broad expanse of his chest, his black jeans almost faded. He walked around the room, eyeing off everything in the room before settling against the edge of the desk. "I see why you like it here so much."

There was something so surreal about having him here. He almost didn't belong. He towered over you, even like this. His body exuding nothing but strength and power as he filled the small space. Barely large enough for two little girls once upon a time, let alone him... The truth was, you'd been noticing the change in him because it mirrored the one in you. Thoughts of him always lingering in the back of your mind, afraid to look at them too closely.

"What are you really doing here?" Surprised he'd left the party, even though he hadn't brought Sarah with him this time. "I meant what I said; didn't want you alone out here." His voice was low, sweet like honey. It was one of your favorite things about him, the sound filling the space, tickling your skin as you bite back a smile. Your heart doing that thing it always does whenever he was involved; fritzing out as it fought to maintain some kind of regular rhythm.

You edge a little closer, half a step, then another. As if testing the waters. He knew it, too, a slight jerk of his head telling you to keep going until you were just within reach of him. A hand reaches out lazily, fingers hooking in the waistline of your mini skirt. Tugging you the rest of the way, until you were standing between his outstretch legs. Even though he's perched on the edge of the desk, he's still so much taller than you. His body so big, you wonder how it would feel to get lost in it. To have him wrap those arms around you and hold you until all your worries melt away. The rest of the world, too.

His hands slide down your sides, settling on your waist as he holds you tightly. Your cheeks feel warm, a soft flush coloring them as tingles rush down your spine. "Been thinking about this for a while..." God, that voice. He could bring a civilization down to it's knees with that thing. At least, he could, you. "Thinking about what, exactly?" You can barely get your words out, the sound a soft murmur as your breath catches... The way he's looking at you right now, the world really was melting around you. Nothing else mattered but him. Right there. If only you could freeze that moment...

His eyes flicker to your lips, to the way you're biting the lower one. The usually stoic façade gone, replaced by a hunger you'd never noticed before. One hand leaves your waist to cup your face. Thumb locking on your jaw as strong fingers grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he dips his head, his lips finding yours in a hard kiss. Your palms find his chest, pressing against them as you deepen the kiss.

Your mind flashing to all those late nights at home, crying as you try to pick up the pieces of your life, only to look up and find Joel right there with you. Holding you, helping you, a support like no other. He'd always been right by your side, had been the one for you long before you were willing to admit it to yourself...

All the unspoken emotion pouring out between you as the hand still resting on your waist tightens its grip, pulling you harder against him, as if letting you go would mean losing you and he couldn't possibly bare the thought of it. It felt like an eternity and a single moment all at once when he finally broke away. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking in your eyes once again, his thumb brushing your lower lip as a smile tugged at his own. "This, right here... you... I can't get you out of my head."

You open your mouth to say something when his phone goes off, the buzz in his pocket pulling him away. The apologetic look on his face as he tugs it out entirely unnecessary, he hated the damn thing, kept it for two reasons. Sarah and Tommy. "It's okay," you say as soon as he puts it away, knowing real life was calling him away...

"It's Sarah, there's a crisis at home, something about a missing textbook and needing to finish her homework. Honestly couldn't tell you where she gets those brains from." The sheepish smile was back on those perfect lips and you can't help but ball his shirt in a small fist as you tug him back down for another kiss. A short one, but enough to tell him you're not going anywhere. You walk down together, away from the party, a shortcut to the main road leading you both back to your driveway. He lives next door, but your house is first and he takes a moment to step away... those perfect eyes lingering on you.

"Can I call you, later tonight?" The smile on your face the only answer he needs as he nods, watching until you're safely up the driveway and inside your house before making his way to his girl. You pause, your back leaning against the door as your fingers lift to press idly against your lips, thinking about the way he kissed you, about him... Fishing your phone out of your pocket and clutching it to your chest as you make your way upstairs, counting down the minutes until you could hear that voice again...

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ooo can I please request a Tangerine x fem!innocent/shy!reader where they’ve been bf and gf for a while and love each other a lot, and he finally asks her to move in with him. Maybe she doesn’t know what he and lemon do for a living, nor does she really realize how much money this man has (she knows he has quite a lot with how much a spoils her though), and when she walks into his and Lemon’s (most likely) huge house, she’s like “😮”… Tan telling her what he and Lemon do for living in the most soft way possible (the softest it can be when referring to being assassins…). But Y/n says she loves him no matter what and they cuddle and lots of kisses🤧🧡🍊

super cute, I love. hope you like it, thank you for requesting💌

new home (tan x fem reader)

wc || 623

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

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Buzzing the gate bell to be let into the driveway, looking around the huge plot of land, gawking at the beautiful trees spread around. The huge gate opens and you slowly drive up the long gravel driveway, taking in the countryside scenery, simply in awe of your new home.

Pulling up out front, you’re greeted warmly by the man you love, who is walking towards you. “Hello love!” Helping you out of the car, kissing you sweetly.

“Hello, handsome.” You cutely reply after parting.

“When is the moving company coming?” He questions in between quick kisses. 

“I think… in two hours, so around twelve ish.”

“Good, let me show you around.” He sweetly says, taking your hand to lead you into the house.

“My god, this is huge. I thought it was two houses.” You laugh.

As he shows you the rooms, your mouth fell open, practically drooling over the amount of space this man has.

“Holy…” you whisper to yourself as you stared up at the open foyer.

“That’s not all.” He smiles.

“What?”

“I got something for you.” Tan says sweetly.

“What?” Trying to hide a smile. He always treats you, he basically spoils you. I mean what person doesn’t like gifts. But you didn’t like him because he spoiled you, he spoiled you because he liked you.

“Oh, yeah.” Leading you up the stairs. “I got this room done up for you.” Pointing at it.

“Wait- what? What is it?” You eagerly question.

He opens the door. “It can be your library or an art studio, a writing nook, an office… whatever you want. When you decide we can look at John Lewis.” He smiles down at you.

“John Lewis?” Your eyes widen. “IKEA is fine.”

“No no, what’s mine is yours and my girl deserves the best.” Kissing your forehead. “We can paint the walls whatever colour you like. Oh and also. It’s next to my office. I’m right there.” Pointing at the door next to it.

“You are so sweet.” You tenderly kiss him.

“Only for you.” Kissing your hand as he leads you back downstairs and towards the kitchen.

You take a seat at the island high chair, looking around taking everything in while Tan makes you both tea.

“Lem will be back in a bit to help.” He says, glancing over his shoulder as he poured water from the kettle into the mugs.

“He will? Thank you.” You say in a trance as you looked out into the back garden. “Babe…?” You say slowly.

“Yes…?” Copying your tone.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.” Smirking. “Just messing, of course.”

“You don’t have to answer, but why are you so… loaded?” You say, trying to figure out the most polite way of saying it.

“Well…” he passes your drink while taking a sip of his. “Me and Lem are uh- outside contractors. We kind of- you know… sorta like films.” He wryly chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, feeling unsure of how you’d take it.

“So do you go lots of different places?” You sweetly ask, blowing on your drink before taking a sip.

“It uh- doesn’t bother you?” He asks feeling like it was almost too easy.

“Nope.” You simply reply. “I love you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Smiling at him over your mug.

He leans over the island to kiss you from the other side. “I love you.” Pecking your forehead. “I gotta show you the garden- did I tell you about the duck pond?”

Mouth widening, shrieking “no way.”

“Yes, way. It’s gonna rain so let’s go now.” Walking you outside, with your mugs in hand cuddling into each other's sides. It is truly beautiful, you couldn’t believe you now live here too.

[dannystattoo]

august

chapter 1 - "i can see us lost in the memory"

you didn't plan on spending your summer fixing up your family's old cabin, but you also didn't plan on reconnecting with your childhood crush for the summer. based on august by taylor swift

Pairing: Danny Wagner x fem reader

Warnings:  Some language, but that's about it

Spending the summer after your senior year of college helping maintain your grandparents’ cabin was not what you’d anticipated upon graduating. While you wouldn’t say you were ready to tackle job hunting just yet, you would have preferred to have at least been able to stay in the college town with all of your friends for a couple more months. You’d have loved to at least have a last hurrah before you all inevitably moved on to whatever was next. Life had a way of happening though. Your grandfather passed away in the winter and a lot had changed. Your grandma wasn’t able to live on her own, so she had moved in with your family for the time being. Your parents were also trying to figure out what to do with the cabin your grandparents had purchased decades ago. It was your grandpa’s pride and joy, and he would never let anyone sell it even if he’d barely been able to use it in the last few years. The rest of your family, grandma included, couldn’t care less about keeping the property in the family, Since you and your siblings all moved out of the house and didn’t have the opportunity to visit much anymore, they decided it was best to sell the house. However, it needed a lot of TLC before it could go on the market and you’d gotten roped into spending your summer taking care of the property. You cursed yourself for learning so many DIY skills in college when your friends had insisted on renting the shittiest house possible your sophomore year, as well as for being the golden child who couldn’t draw boundaries with your parents no matter how hard you tried. 

…and that was how you found yourself looking around this house, wondering how the hell you were going to have it ready to list by August, in three months. Your dad offered to come up and help when he could on weekends and you did have a list of contractors your grandparents had previously used who could help with the things you weren’t able to do, but you were mostly on your own. You tried to remind yourself that his would give you the opportunity to save up some money since you weren’t paying rent and your family would be paying you for your work on the house. This would also give you time to polish your resume and work on perfecting your design portfolio, hopefully allowing you to move somewhere better than the sleepy midwest town you grew up in or the slightly less sleepy city you went to college in. Your ultimate goal was New York City, but you were aiming for Chicago right now. All things considered, though, the thought of a summer spent more or less by yourself doing a stupid amount of manual labor made the thought of living in the city in cramped apartment with multiple roommates and eating ramen for every meal sound appealing. 

It had probably been about five years since you’d spent any sizable amount of time here, and that was around the same time your family started doing the bare minimum maintenance on the place. They’d also done the bare minimum when it came to cleaning, so you spent the entire morning making one of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms clean and comfortable enough to get you through the first few days. Once you finished that, you started trying to make a game plan, but you became overwhelmed pretty quickly. Realizing it was nearing one in the afternoon, you decided to drive into town, pick up some fast food and take a break. You weren’t able to find much, but there was a Taco Bell within a reasonable driving distance. You returned home with your Nachos Bell Grande and a massive Baja Blast, hoping that would push you to have a productive evening. It was a beautiful day out, so you took you lunch out to the dock. The gate that led down to the water’s edge was a bit rusted and hard to open, but once you got it, you remembered why you loved coming here so much as a kid. Admittedly, once you looked past the state of the house and the yard, it was gorgeous out here. You were steps away from the lake, which had a tiny private sandy beach at its edge. Trees and plants in full bloom surrounded the lake, and you always loved the glow of the sun off the water. You told yourself that if you got through a clearing the clutter in the rooms you, your siblings, and cousins had shared as kids that day, you’d reward yourself with a glass of wine and a night spent on the patio with your designs. The change in scenery was inspiring you in a way you hadn’t expected. Looking at the nearby houses, you tried to remember all the kids you’d met here over the years. They were all fleeting friendships, lasting for only one week in the summer over the 4th of July and picking up the next year, depending on who returned and when. You’d met these kids well before social media, and you had no idea what happened to any of them after losing contact. You start thinking about them, wondering where life had taken everyone after those golden summers. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had appeared from the cabin next-door and they were walking down towards the water. 

“I had no idea they sold this place,” the voice said as it came up behind you. Startled, you turned around to see a man approaching you. He looked like he was about your age, maybe slightly older. You could tell from his tan skin he probably spent a lot of time outside, giving the impression of someone else who might be spending the summer here. Based on appearances alone, that was something you could get on board with. You couldn’t overlook the fact he was gorgeous - you were immediately drawn to his intense eyes and radiant smile, and the fact his was absolutely ripped didn’t hurt matters.

“Because they didn’t,” you laughed. “Granted, it’s barely been used in at least five years, but yeah, haven’t sold yet.”

“Well that’s good, I always like the people who lived here.”

“You knew them?” you were taken by surprise. 

“Oh yeah, my family owns the place next door. I’m Danny, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said. The longer you looked at him, you began to think he looked vaguely familiar. “This is gonna sound weird, but we’ve met before haven’t we?”

“You have two older sisters and your family was always here the week of the 4th of July, right?”

“Yeah. You have a younger sister and you were also always here for the 4th of July?” As Dnny confirmed this, it all came flooding back to you. 

He was part of the group of about a dozen of you who lived on this street that you’d just been thinking about. He was, in fact, a few years older than you, but you seemed to remember his younger sister was around your age. You also remembered you’d had a hugely embarrassing crush on Danny that resurfaced every year. God, you’d forgotten about him completely, as it had been ten years since you’d seen him, more since you’d seen him with any sort of regularity at the cabin. You remembered it all with clarity now. 

He was three years older than you, and by the time you were eleven and he was fourteen, he started hanging out with the group less and less. Fair enough, he was a teenager, but it didn’t hurt any less. You’d always thought he was cute and he was the only boy in the group who was always nice to you. Looking back, he treated you like a little sister, but you didn’t see it that way then. You remembered the summer you were twelve and he was fifteen when he and another one of the older girls in the group stopped hanging out with you as frequently, only showing up at events where the entire family was present. You’d been devastated when you’d accidentally stumbled upon them making out in her room at a barbecue you’d all been at. By the next summer, you were convinced that because you were thirteen and a full fledged teenager, he’d finally be interested in you. Much to your dismay, he hadn’t even come up north that year, opting to stay home in order to spend more with his friends instead. It was only a couple more years before you stopped spending long stints there in the summer. You realized how much you’d forgotten about your time here.

“So what brings you back?” Danny’s question brought you back from your nostalgia. 

“Well, my grandpa passed away over the winter -“ 

“Oh shit, i’m sorry.”

“Thank you. It wasn’t unexpected, but still. Anyway, my family is actually planning to sell now and I somehow got roped into coming out here for the summer to fix it up and get it ready to put on the market. You live in one shitty house that forces you to learn handy skills and they use it against your for the rest of your life,” you laughed.

“What, by yourself?”

“Not entirely, my dad is coming up to help me out when he can and we will need to hire people to do some of the more complicated projects. But yeah, mostly.” You were kicking yourself the moment you said it. Way to go, Y/N, you thought to yourself. You don’t know the first thing about this guy anymore and he could be a crazed serial killer for all you knew. 

“Anyway, I could ask you the same thing,” you shifted the attention back to him.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Getting away, I guess? I’ve been so stuck with work lately and I thought a change of scenery might be good. Don’t ask why my first inclination was to come here, but it was.”

“By yourself?”

“For now. Three of my friends, more like my brothers actually, are planning to come up in a few weeks and spend most of the summer. They may be going back and forth between here and home a bit more than me though.”

“Where do you live?”

“Nashville.” 

“That’s so cool, I unfortunately didn’t get to go far for college and I was so lucky to move back to my hometown in Michigan after graduation. I’m hoping to save up some money over the summer so I can start looking to move. Enough about me, what is it you do for work?” You were intrigued when he said he was “uninspired”, wondering if he did something creative too.

“Uh, musician,” he said running  his hand through his dark curls. You could tell he assumed you’d react a certain way.

“No shit, that’s sick! What kind of music?”

“I’m in a rock band, drummer. I know it probably sounds kind of lame, but we’ve actually released a few single, and EP, and we just got a contract for our first full record. As exciting as all of that is, I’m having a hell of a time getting anything written to contribute to it. Decided I’d come here for a little bit first by myself, and then the guys are gonna join me in a couple weeks. I thought maybe getting out of the city would help. Plus the lease on my place was up last week and the house I’m set to move into isn’t available September 1st.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s lame at all. I’m trying to break into design, so I kind of get it.”

“Oh really, what kind?”

“My dream would be fashion, it was my main area of focus in school, but I’ve also been building by graphic design portfolio to have something more ‘practical’, as my parents would say.”

“I get that, I’m sure you can imagine my parents were just thrilled when I said I had no desire to go to college right after graduating high school.”

“Sounds like you’re doing great anyway,” you shrugged. You guys talked comfortably for quite a bit longer, catching up on the past ten years. It was nice to have found a friend so early on, at least you hoped you’d found a friend. Danny was so easy to talk to and you felt an effortless connection, even if you hadn’t seen him in a literal decade. Eventually, you picked up your phone, sitting abandoned on the table, and you didn’t like the time.

“Oh god, how is it already three? I’m so sorry, but I should probably go, I have so much work to do,”

“Honey, you have all summer,” Danny said. You wouldn’t admit that your stomach flipped when he called you that. Fuck, were you attracted to him now, still? 

“You’re right, but you have no idea how much I have to do.”

“Can I help with anything? I know I didn’t come here for home renovation projects, but you could persuade me, I think.” 

“I would actually really appreciate that, if only for the company. Tell you what, my main goal for the day was to start cleaning out some of the bedrooms, if you’d want to help? When we make some good progress, maybe we can grab dinner? Like I said, even if it’s just for the company and an accountability buddy.”

“I’d love that. Honestly, I’ve only been here like two days and I’m going insane in my own company. I was so hung up on the idea of taking a solitary trip to work that I forgot I’m an extrovert.” You smiled at him, grabbed your Taco Bell remains, and led him into the house.

“Not to be rude, but you weren’t kidding,” Danny said, looking around the house. 

 “Yeah, it’s so, so bad. We’ve hardly been up here since like, 2017, what with life and school and work, and that was around the time my grandparents weren’t able to come up here by themselves anymore. I think my parents did just enough maintenance so that the neighbors wouldn’t lose their minds.” 

“Gives me an excuse to offer my services around here a lot then?” 

“I think that sounds perfect,” you smiled, leading Danny to the bedroom you and your sisters shared years ago. Before you could stop yourself, you caught yourself thinking that you’d love to be taking him back to your room under much different circumstances. You couldn’t believe that you were down bad for this guy yet again, hours after seeing him for the first time in a decade.

To be continued

[sakarixo]

SAKARI VAUGHN: LA TASK PT. 1 ✨

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Sakari Dream Vaughn

Where and when were you born?

Brooklyn, NY. November 27th, 1995

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Tanya Miller-Vaughn: Daycare Provider/Director + Non-Profit Founder ( caring, playful, understanding and laid back) Sincere Vaughn: Currently Incarcerated; former contractor ( stern, direct and straight-forward. Judgmental at times, but also a fair and gives good advice)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Yes. Sasha + Sincere Vaughn Jr. Sasha is very sociable, a slight perfectionist and a busy body. She’s always focused on her next move when she hasn’t even taken her first. Sincere Jr is young and reckless, he likes to have the latest designer and takes what others see as his image seriously.

Where do you live now, and with whom?

Currently, in a gated community in Calabasas with her Fiancé.

Describe the place and the person/people.

Sakari’s Home is a large residence. The home has great lighting due to the plenty of floor to ceiling windows in the living space/kitchen area. It comes with an updated kitchen and appliances, marble floors, multiple bed + bathrooms, a large pool with attached hot tub, a sauna + more.

She lives with Amil her Fiancée a tall dark skin athletically built male who can be best described as laidback, yet attentive and hard working and Smoke, her 1 year old Rottweiler.

What is your occupation?

Sakari is a business owner, owning her skincare brand and working on a second business. She also now has transitioned into being a part-time influencer.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

Sakari is a 5’2, 132lb African American woman with brown eyes and currently has long black hair. she has several tattoos of different sizes: Her zodiac sign, 1/2 of a matching tattoo with her sister on oone of her wrist and a wishbone on the other, a spinal tattoo, her zodiac sign on the outside of one of her wrist, she has a large tattoo on her hip that spreads to her thigh, one on the upper area of her arm and one on her thigh. Sakari has a few healed scars on her knees from her younger gymnastic days and wild adventures. Her normal style of dress varies from her mood and event. She likes to accessorize heavily, her favorite currently being van cleef stacked bracelets or her bussdown watches. She often wears designer, especially vintage but will also dress up an outfit she’s bought at target.

To which social class do you belong?

Upper Class

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Sakari has no known current allergies, diseases or physical weakness.

Are you right- or left-handed?

Sakari is Right-handed

What does your voice sound like?

Sakari has a strong New-York accent that is slightly high pitched especially when excited.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“Um.” “Likeee.” “kk” “dummy” “hater.”

What do you have in your pockets?

Besides sometimes money, lipgloss or her phone she doesn’t carry much in her pocket.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits , or other defining characteristics?

Kari often licks her lips a lot or bites the corner of her bottom lip when thinking. She will smack her lips as well, rolling her eyes sometimes when she is annoyed, will fidget with her fingers when nervous etc.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Sakari’s childhood was good, fun and she learned a lot. Although there was a lot going on around her both of her parents made sure she and her siblings had a good childhood. She was kept active a lot, her siblings were put in many different programs, and got to find the interest. They were never just put in one box, and their mother made sure they were never just at home, bored.

What is your earliest memory?

Getting to her mom’s daycare early in the morning and watching cartoons with the other kids.

How much schooling have you had?

She’s graduated high school, some college but has finish several certificates and schooling to be an esthetician.

Did you enjoy school?

When growing up, no. Especially when she got older. Now? Yes.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

From her family, being outside with friends. Her mother was big on teaching her children their life skills. Sakari also participated in Girl Scouts for a few years, where she learned different skills that has helped her through life, the rest she has learned later on in life, from her own growth and experiences.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

Her mother was her biggest role model growing up, especially after her father got arrested. Her mother made a lot happen with what she had and it made Sakari strive harder.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Sakari was close to her siblings, especially her sister, her aunts and uncles she didn’t see often but there was love. Sakari is closest to her Nana on her Mother’s side. Her father, although she never knew his siblings, he did have friends that he grew up with who were like her uncles.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A doctor, a teacher or a hairdresser.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Playing with dolls, gymnastics, cooking/baking, being out in the park climbing trees and having fun.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Sakari was independent, hard headed, reckless and adventurous.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

Somewhat popular yes, she had a group of friends her best friends were Ashley, Jasmine and Raven. They were similar in many ways, funny and goofy liked to explore the city.

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Her first kiss was walking home from school with a boy she liked, when she was a freshman.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

No. She lost her virginity to her boyfriend when she was sixteen.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Most important event of her life recently would be between securing becoming a business owner or getting engaged.

Who has had the most influence on you?

Her mom has the most influence on her, but her dad comes in at a very close second.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Her greatest achievement is becoming the person she is now and owning a successful business.

What is your greatest regret?

Greatest regret is not following her true passion sooner as well as allowing people/things to hold her back.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Sakari wouldn’t say she does anything evil. The most evil thing would be leaking someone's information after they've done her wrong.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Yes.

When was the time you were the most frightened?

When her father first got arrested and their entire place was searched. Sakari and her family were placed in a shelter for a brief time.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

Her most embarrassing moment was when she was arrested over a dispute with her ex-boyfriend.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

She would trust her intuition/gut more.

What is your best memory?

Getting engaged to.

What is your worst memory?

Seeing her father get arrested.

{ @la-resources }

[gatefleet]

Hints and Could Be's

Stargate: Atlantis; Evan Lorne Word Count: 1013 (T)W: Being lifted against your will. Request: Yes. “I was wondering if you could do an Major Lorne imagine or Fanfic. Set in Atlantis but can have a cameo of SG1 💁🏼‍♀️ Where reader/Yn is an archeologist (like Jackson) has a PHD and they meet one day and it’s a hint of what could be, head strong like carter. Enjoys making fun of flyboys, is kinda a “hot girl” if you will 🤦🏼‍♀️ (trying a different than the shy “nerdy” girl) could of joined the Airforce but has too strong of a memory of what Generals can be like. (Has family ties to the airforce! Oh she totally likes to “bullies” McKay, he actually respects her (secretly) because she can stand up for herself and show off her knowledge. She might have a dark past?? Unsure Have fun! Thanks for looks at my request 🙋🏼‍♀️” @stargurl-battleship A/N: I am so, incredibly sorry this has take so long! Some of your request I'm kind of working into an SGA long shot and to prevent myself from (accidentally) reusing lines, I wasn't able to cover everything in the request, and I'm so sorry about that! I hope this is close to what you were looking for!

Being part of the Stargate programme was one of the best things that could have happened to you. Never once in all your years of studying, did you think you would ever get to use your degree to the extent which you currently were. Seeing the different races and cultures that participated towards the evolution of your own made your other hopes for your degree usage pale in comparison. You hadn’t realised that the stargate programme would be made up of mainly military personnel and was even more shocked to discover that most of them were Airforce and the few scientists that were in the team tended to be civilian contractors, with Major Samantha Carter seeming to be the exception to the rule. You studied under Dr Daniel Jackson for the first year or so of your career with the Stargate programme, you learned the dialects, the common and uncommon hieroglyphs, the correct pronunciation of words from Dr Jackson and Teal’c.

Eventually you joined a different SG team and would travel with a Major Evan Lorne and his team once Dr Jackson had deemed you ‘well versed’ enough to go solo. You and Lorne both got along well enough and had a similar bond to O’Neil and Jackson. You would call out Lorne for his ‘military tactics’ and he would call you out on your ‘naïve and protocol breaking ways’. When you were both made aware that you would be joining the Atlantis programme and travelling off world for an extended period of time, you made sure to grab any PDF’s you could on the language and dialects of the ancients and attempted to pack as lightly as you could. When Lorne came by your office to check in on your progress, he was highly amused and alarmed at the books piled high, the scattering of objects and the general untidiness of your normally pristine workspace. He had the greatest smirk on his face when you randomly popped your head out looking extremely disheveled, and making Lorne catch his breath without realising it.

“No, no, no, it can’t be time to leave already! I haven’t finished packing yet!” You panicked more, bouncing between different piles of books and artefacts. Lorne became more amused and continued to watch you from the doorway.

“Came on nerd, let’s go through this together, you still have a couple of hours until we actually have to leave, yet.” He put his rucksack down by the doorway and made his way into the office.

After a lot of debate and a few arguments of what’s logical to take and what’s essential to take, you and Lorne had finally managed to get a) your bag packed and b) drastically reduce the amount of bags you were trying to take through the gate with you. You both made it to the gate room just as the dialling sequence was finishing, much to Lorne’s annoyance, and bid your farewell to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

When you both arrived at the Atlantis site, it was breathtaking. You spent your first few days exploring the city, or what was open and accessible of it. You met Sheppard and his team. You found Tayla and Ronin friendly enough and learning of their cultures was fascinating. McKay was arrogant, selfish and definitely someone you made a mental note to avoid in the future. You were capable of keeping pace with McKay, but wasn’t up for the constant debate that you felt was sure to follow with being in a close proximity to him. You heard from Tayla that McKay appeared to enjoy your company and the intellectual sparring. You mentally gagged at the thought. When you were sent on your first mission with Lorne and Sheppard’s team you were excited, you made sure to keep at least 2 people between yourself and McKay and stuck close with Lorne.

When you were translating something, lost in thought and focussing on the writing and translation, Lorne would make sure that you remembered to hydrate and eat (even if it was just a snack) and when he was doing a perimeter check he would ensure that someone else from your team would take over the role of ensuring you ate and drank.

Once the survey of the planet was completed, you had packed up your equipment and was trying to grab some last pictures to study when you returned to Atlantis. Lorne made sure to watch your 6 and gently hurry you along. After about 5 minutes the patience ended and while you continued to ignore his pleas to head back to the gate, Lorne eventually huffed and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and hauling ass back to the gate. Your protests being greatly ignored. Sheppard looked incredibly amused at the sight before him, Lorne attempting to run with your legs randomly kicking in protest and your faint voice calling for 5 more minutes to go back as you had missed a few columns for researching. Tayla completed the dialling sequence as you made it to the gate and Lorne refused to put you down until you were all through the gate. You huffed and squirreled yourself away in the research lab, using the Ancients data base to try and help translate faded parts of the text.

Lorne would periodically pop in or send Doctor Beckett in with nutrients and hydration, but you were so lost in thought (and truthfully still annoyed at Lorne) that half the time your forgot to eat the ever-growing snack/fruit basket which was accumulating on your desk. On Lorne’s 8th check-in he threatened to carry you to med bay for nutrition if you didn’t sit and eat soon. “Y’know I’m tired of you airforce boys trying to threaten me with med bay.” Lorne tried to hold back a smirk and stopped himself from bringing up the fact that you should be used to it growing up with ‘flyboys’.

The light smirk you attempted to push down when speaking with Lorne stole his breath. His checking in on you, made your heart skip.

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[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

"This is why the UK signed an agreement to join the Comprehensive and Progressive Agreement for Trans-Pacific Partnership (CPTPP) and is looking to sign up to agreements with India and South America. There are tens of millions of middle-class families, in those regions, eager to send their children to UK Universities for one of the best educations money can buy.

"The UK government are eager to have them because their money helps to subsidise our tertiary education sector.

"This is why private contractors are so keen to keep building more and more PBSA. There is an almost inexhaustible supply of customers, all more than happy to contribute to their profits."

And our own middle class and rich. This is how students can be big gentrifiers, and how unis can play a part in destroying a cities' heritage and culture, when they "regenerate" an area to build shite student housing

In Nottingham they knock down historic buildings for shite student lets, here they've built gated estates designed to keep Tarquin and Henry safe from the rugged hard face northern locals

[miminmimikyu]

Dug up my Darker than Black DVDs the other day for a rewatch and I've concluded (after getting to episodes 3-4): Mai's story is so heartbreaking no matter how many times I've seen it.

Her coming of age+shitty parents arc--The (literally) fiery outbursts where she loses control of herself vs. her dad wanting to stop this change in her to the extent that he subjects her to an untested experimental "treatment" that ultimately only delays the inevitable! Making Mai even more unstable and doomed to keep lashing out in fear, killing people until she's a soulless shell of herself. Her dad even remarks "You know how society treats contractors. [...] If I had known this would happen to her, I would have preferred for her to become a contractor." And then she becomes one anyway and is carted off by the syndicate to be trained into a killing machine. Oof.

I was also struck by how many parallels there were between Mai's story and Suoh's in S2. Mai and Suoh's similar ages, the controlling/experimenting relatives, being unwitting pawns, their best friend dying in front of them..etc. But! Mai's story had so much more emotional weight in just TWO episodes and a cameo. And in those two episodes Darker than Black also manages to:

show us a glimpse of just how horrific it is inside Hell's Gate

show us that new stars appear together with new contractors

explain differences between contractors, dolls, moratoriums

introduce Hoshimi-sama and the doll network

give a clearer hint on Hei's powers, but keeps you guessing how they work

show that Hei acts oddly for a contractor, that there's something else beneath the cold mask

give Misaki proper interactions with her colleague/friend Kanami

NOT leer at Mai's body even for a second! Instead leers at the adults (Misaki and Kanami)

And even with all that worldbuilding stuff it's still Mai's story

[dlaprobably]

Servantember, Day 7: Third Murderer (Assassin)

Another Assassin for Day 7, one whose exact identity is shrouded in mystery! The Third Murderer is an enigmatic figure from the play Macbeth, supposedly sent by the king to join the First and Second Murderers in killing Banquo and his son Fleance, but taking the first two by surprise, and having specific knowledge of Banquo's riding habits. The three kill Banquo but fail to kill Fleance, after which the Third Murderer disappears from the narrative once more while one of the other two reports to Macbeth. Who exactly the Third Murderer is and why they know what they know has been the subject of much debate, with some productions of the play casting existing characters in their role, and their brief but baffling role leaving a notable impact on discussion of one of the Bard's masterpieces.

Lore Notes:

-More ghost than person, they seem to evade any sense of grasp one might have on them, anything that might serve as an identifying trait or give an indication of there being a self slipping away like sand through one's fingers. They've been cast in the role of a bringer of death with the information needed to see the deed done, and there is where their existence begins and ends. They'll act according to their Master's will with little to say on the matter, lacking any real opinions of their own, although their abilities are rather limited as befits them. Whether they are the role itself taken on a life of its own or whether they truly are someone, they are defined only by the act they committed, and anything else that would pin them down is extraneous.

-As cloak and dagger personified, their high-ranking Presence Concealment allows them to stand offstage until the moment they're needed, essentially rendered nonexistent until their Master calls them forth, and hidden even to their contractor until the script calls for them. When manifested, they can take on the face of any concerned in the drama that unfolds, though this seems to be less an intentional means of deception on their part and more a quirk of their Spirit Origin that happens occasionally. If they can be said to have a true face, it's certain to go forgotten, and any face they do show to the crowd is that which is best cast as them.

-From Hence to th’ Palace Gate gives them a sense of one of their target's habits, as if they knew them personally. This could be an aspect of their routine as with their first target, but could just as easily apply to a personal preference of theirs when it comes to taste, or a particular quirk of their personality that stands out as notable. Never a major vulnerability or weakness, but still something a friend turned enemy could exploit if one was unfortunate enough. It could be used to orchestrate a target's end, for scouting purposes, or to another unrelated use entirely. Perhaps you could point it out to the target and make them feel self-conscious over it?

-Their Noble Phantasm, Dagger of the Mind: Who Did Strike Out the Light?, recreates the circumstances of their one and only famous deed, the assassination of Banquo, Thane of Lochaber. The First and Second Murderers are summoned by their side to strike down their target, and under cover of dark they strike simultaneously. A simple, effective, but ultimately incomplete plot, doomed to fail in the long run, but not without first extinguishing the life of another of its players. Someone must be present to bear witness, be it another intended victim escaping unscathed, the one who ordered the deed carried out, or a mere bystander serving only the role of audience. Upon execution, the contractor will be haunted by the soul of the one they had killed, the spirit causing no physical harm, but remaining until either the contractor's death to an enemy or the conclusion of the play as a reminder of the light struck out. The Third Murderer will disappear for offstage some time after this Noble Phantasm's use, in preparation for the next time the same old story plays out.

-Is proficient with swords and daggers, favoring quick, ruthless strikes and retreat into shadows. Can borrow the proficiencies of any whose face they take, although this is as unpredictable as their taking on the faces, and as out of their control. Of course, they're not meant to be fighting anyway unless accompanied by their compatriots, at which point their opponent should already be considered dead. The honor of the duel is reserved for the king at his own end, after all.

-Their existence is as much a mystery to them as anyone else, and even they're not sure who, if anyone, they are. It is possible, should their Master will it, to put a face to the nameless, to cast the nobody mercenary they might have once been who took a bit of coin to snuff out that kind man's brief candle, but it would be a face without meaning or memory of who they were beyond that which defines them. The assassin's cloak is truer that it conceals, and is ultimately all that's required.

Design Notes:

Found myself looking into this guy after reading the play for myself some time ago, and was fascinated by their whole deal! Shakespeare is one of my favorite canon Servants, and I feel there's plenty more that can be explored with regards to stagecraft and theater when it comes to Servants (two other favorites of mine also having it as a big part of their deals). The Third Murderer is simultaneously the senseless, dispassionate killer and any one of the play's named characters with whatever motive they might have had, their disguise meant to give an equal impression of a nondescript contract killer or someone trying their utmost to embody that role. As I'd drawn John of Nottingham in medieval/Renaissance-style garb for the day before, I decided on having them resemble a different take on their archetype, that of the stoic, Death-like figures in westerns (Lee van Cleef's "Angel Eyes" in The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly and Charles Bronson's "Harmonica" in Once Upon a Time in the West being two good examples), with the anachronistic clothing serving to further emphasize their presence as a weird outsider among their co-conspirators and within the narrative of the play itself. I imagine if they were depicted in an animated medium, their comings and goings would be accompanied by spotlights and curtains, their cloak itself taking on the appearance of a curtain they could disappear into like a Dracula or Meta Knight. I feel like I've rambled on enough about this one, so I'll leave it at that for now, but I hope they're as interesting to you, the reader, as they are to me!

[niennanir]

The best part of a Working Class neighborhood is that your neighbors have working class jobs

My neighbor ‘A’ got one of his friends to put in my new patio for me, I was having trouble finding contractors and the patio is an essential part of fixing the grading in my yard. I looked out the window to see how things were going and found A’s 6-year-old son A Jr. in my backyard helping the crew by running the empty wheelbarrows back to the mixer. I asked him how it was going and he announced that he’d make sure they did an excellent job for me. 

Then he asked if he’d get paid.

I offered to pay him in cookies but only if he didn’t make a mess. His little face lit up and he ran to my gate.

“Hey mom!” A Jr shouted. “I got a job now and I’m quitting school to do concrete!”

“Worse jobs than concrete,” A observed to his wife, C.

“Name one,” C said skeptically. 

“Sewers,” A suggested.

Have I mentioned lately I live on the best block in America?