#cc rpf

[mcytblrconfessions]

I'm not usually one for rpf, it just doesn't interest me. However the one cc I have consistently imagined in various scenarios is Jack Manifold. I don't mean like shipping rpf, but more like historical fiction. I like to imagine Jack in different time periods and think about what he would do in situations pertaining to those times

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...can you tell who i main...

[foreingersgod]

thank you so much for writing all these fics, you are keeping me alive 🥹 was also wondering if you could write a jealous/protective caitlin fic hehe

jealous caitlin? say no more my friend!

Jealous . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

A/N: this picture of her is doing things to me fr

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you looked absolutely radiant tonight. of course caitlin thought you looked amazing all the time, but there was something about you tonight that had her utterly consumed by you. so much so that she had hardly left your side all night, tailing at your heels like a lost puppy.

it was an event you had for work, the entire reason you were even out so late. saturday nights at your shared home were typically reserved for takeout and movies and letting caitlin have her way with you if you asked nicely. your girlfriend was reluctant to accept your invite to attend with you, but after seeing the dress you’d picked out for the occasion, she quickly made up her mind. it fit your body just right, hugged all the right places, and overall just made you look out of this world. there were little times where caitlin was left speechless, but seeing you try the gown on for the first time had her at a loss for words. she knew that all eyes would be on you and that she needed to be there to put any wandering eyes in their place. so she rummaged through her closet the night before, looking for a suit that would match your dress.

and now here she was, at this stupid fucking event, regretting her decision. the first hour or so went by delightfully. you had both gotten a glass of champagne and mingled with several of your coworkers. you introduced caitlin to a few of your closer colleagues and even your boss, someone who spoke very highly of you. caitlin loved hearing all the stories they had to tell, loved hearing their high praise towards her girlfriend. but despite all this she was growing increasingly agitated as the night dragged on.

at some point, you pulled caitlin away from the open bar and out into the center of the room. with a hand around her wrist, you began blabbering about wanting her to meet someone and that you were so excited to finally introduce her. she was guided through a sea of people, all of them dressed in the fanciest attire, until you halted at one of the cocktail tables.

“hey, jennifer!” caitlin heard you exclaim, looking past you to see who you were talking to.

a quite beautiful woman stood leaning against the table, her blonde hair pulled back into a slick ponytail and a dark red dress adorned her body. sure, she was attractive, but nobody compared to you in caitlin’s eyes. she was looking down at her phone until she saw you, head snapping up when she heard her name.

“oh my god!” the woman, jennifer apparently, immediately set down her phone and opened her arms to you. you had let go of caitlin’s hand and embraced the blonde with a beaming smile “YN! how are you?”

“i’m so good!” you pulled away, hands finding their way to jennifer’s shoulders. caitlin could already feel her jaw clenching in envy “it’s been so long, it’s great to see you! i was hoping i’d see you tonight-i wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend!”

jennifer tilted her head to the side as caitlin shuffled forward to stand next you. she offered a polite hand out to your friend, trying to rid of the irritation she felt. caitlin didn’t need to talk to her at all to know that she wasn’t going to like her. jennifer took the hand shake, shooting her a tight lipped smile.

“caitlin this is jennifer, my friend from high school and my coworker from the neighboring department” you said “and jennifer this is my girlfriend caitlin”

“it’s nice to meet you” caitlin announced proudly, although in actuality she wasn’t sure if it was nice.

“yea! you too, i’ve heard a lot about you” she responded, eyeing caitlin up and down.

to anyone, the supposed glare probably meant nothing. if anything, she was just looking at caitlin like she would anyone else. but for some reason, caitlin couldn’t shake the feeling that jennifer had something against her. from the moment she embraced you, her nicely manicured nails caressing your back, she could feel her blood boiling.

caitlin wasn’t much of the jealous type. she despised when people tried to hit on you or ask for your number, but she trusted you and knew you’d decline their offer. she would also step in and assert her title as your girlfriend if anyone tried anything with you. but there was something about jennifer that irked caitlin. maybe it was the fact that you were close friends in high school? or maybe it was the way jennifer couldn’t seem to stop fucking touching you as you became engrossed in conversation.

she watched as you and jennifer spent the next hour laughing with each other, not even bothering to notice how caitlin stood silently at your side. she made note of all the things jennifer did that bothered her. how she gripped your bare arm when she laughed at your joke, how she looked at you like a piece of meat, how she twirled her hair around her finger and pushed her exposed cleavage out to you. god she hated this poor excuse of a friend of yours. and she really wanted to be mad at you too, she didn’t like how you weren’t noticing this absurd behavior at all. but she could never stay mad at you, she knew that, and opted for the next best thing-making up an excuse to leave and forcing you out the door.

“baby, can we leave?” caitlin interrupted, leaning into you to murmur against your ear “i wanna go home”

she didn’t miss the way jennifer rolled her eyes, smirking as she looked the other way. it took all caitlin had to not lunge across the table and put the bitch in her place.

“but cait we-”

“i just really need to go home,” her hand snaked around your waist, fingers digging into your side “please?”

you gave her a disappointed look, but bashfully nodded at her in agreement. you turned to jennifer to bid your farewells and to let her know you’d catch up more some other time. you could barely finish waving before caitlin was yanking you back through the crowds and towards the exit. jennifer tried to holler a goodbye in your direction, but the excessive chatter of the venue was far too loud.

“caitlin!” you gasped, bumping shoulders with a stranger from how harsh caitlin was pulling you “what’s gotten into you? what’s going on?”

“i told you. i just need to go home, couldn’t be in there anymore”

a cold wind hit your skin once you reached the exit of the building, the breeze sneaking past the doors as they creaked open. caitlin released you from her grip to search for her keys in her pocket. she marched towards the car, completely disregarding you as she mumbled under her breathe. you could tell it more than ‘just wanting to go home’, caitlin had always toughed things like this out. she despised disappointing people and would rather silently suffer than make a scene and abandon plans all together. so when you stopped in the middle of the parking lot, crossing your arms, and caitlin didn’t even bother to look in your direction? you knew something was on her mind.

“caitlin” you said sternly, not budging from your place in the parking lot.

she noticed the tone in your voice, you didn’t seem to be happy with her. turning on her heels, sneakers scraping against the asphalt, she faced you. although you were a few feet ahead of her and it was near complete darkness outside, she could see the frustrated look on your face.

“what?”

“i need you to tell me what’s really going on” you sauntered towards her to close the space “you don’t act like this. ever. i thought you were having fun, baby? what happened back there?”

even when she was red in the face, bitterness coursing through her veins, she couldn’t help but melt when she got a clear view of you. your hair had become tousled due to the wind and the skirt of your dress fluttered against your legs softly. your nose was slightly red from the chill and your lips turned a deep crimson from how much you were nervously biting them. you looked so beautiful standing here underneath the moonlight and the faint glow from the distant street lamps, it almost made caitlin forget the whole thing all together. but then she remembered how disgusted she was, seeing another woman so blatantly flirt with you, and she was back to being angry.

“honestly, YN, it’s nothing” she shook her head, twirling her keys around her finger, scoffing loudly . she didn’t mean to sound so nasty, but part of her wanted a reaction out of you “i don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but i don’t really like it when people are all over my girlfriend”

“what are you talking about, caitlin?” you let your arms fall back down to your sides, your shoulders slumping.

“you know damn well what i’m talking about”

“i don’t!” you were growing irritated “this came out of nowhere, no one was all over me, babe. i’m confused”

she truly hated taking this out on you, something that was of her own insecurities. you didn’t deserve to be scolded for something you actually didn’t do. but the slight thought of jennifer kept creeping into her mind and she couldn’t help but grow more and more upset.

“don’t act like you don’t know, like jennifer or whatever her name was isn’t totally into you! like she wasn’t practically flirting with you while i was standing right there?”

you were left dumbfounded. your jaw slacked slightly, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“that’s what this is about? you’re upset about jennifer?”

caitlin looked away from you, looking at anything but your eyes. she knew she’d made a mistake by saying anything and how she was going to face the consequences.

“cait,” you let out a baffled laugh, a small grin working its way onto one side of your mouth “please don’t tell me you’re jealous”

“m’not jealous,” she denied “i don’t get jealous”

“oh really? so what would you call this then?”

“am i not allowed to be mad when someone’s trying to hit on my girlfriend?”

you could see the embarrassed blush spread throughout caitlin’s face. she still couldn’t look you in the eye, bouncing her foot anxiously as her slender fingers rubbed at her temples in annoyance. it was all making sense to you now. during your relationship, you noticed that caitlin was really never that jealous. you knew she would get irritated with people or annoyed when someone hit on you, but for the most part, she was able to brush it off. she trusted you so much and she wouldn’t consider half of those people a threat. but it had clicked in your mind that this time was different. the closeness that you and jennifer shared made all of caitlin’s suppressed jealousy surface. she didn’t like that jennifer knew so much about you or that she was particularly touchy with you…because those were things reserved for caitlin and only caitlin.

“you are…but baby,” you had finally reached her, hands wandering from her biceps to her shoulders, thumbs rubbing against the fabric of her blazer soothingly “it’s ok to be jealous”

“i told y-”

“i think it’s really attractive, actually” you hummed, leaning into her ear just as she had earlier. before she could get another word in, her breathe mellowed out. her muscles relaxed under your touch, gulping deeply as she tried to mutter a response.

“you do?”

“mhm” your hands travels up her shoulders, gracing her neck until they reached her face. your fingers traced against her pronounced cheekbones, studying the faint freckles and textures of her skin “i like it when you get protective over me, it’s sweet”

she let out a conflicted sigh, finally looking at you “im sorry…i shouldn’t have made you leave your party just because i was…i was jealous”

“it’s ok, cait” you smiled, happy to hear her actually admit it “but if you’re really sorry…”

she quirked an eyebrow at you, watching as you stepped away from her. you grabbed her hand and pulled her with you as you guided her towards the car. the way your hips swayed had caitlin in a trance.

“…you’re gonna take me home and do things to me that jennifer never could”

now it was her turn to be shocked, practically drooling as you smiled smugly over your shoulder. her tongue prodded against the inside of her cheek, suppressing a guttural moan. your contagious laugh echoed through the half empty parking lot when you felt her touch the plushness of your ass, gripping tightly as you walked the rest of the way to the car.

oh the things you did to her…

maybe being jealous wasn’t so bad.

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[optogeneticist-nsfw]

thanks @thrumbo for the beautiful recontextualization above and for sharing my brainworms

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[picksnrolls]

Hat Tax

Warnings- 18+.Smut.Mdni.RPF

Pairing- Caitlin Clark x Natasha Cloud

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Caitlin stood at the elevator door watching the numbers tick up from 2 heading up to 15. She'd been hanging out with a few other basketball players and various people tied to the league and it's sponsors, at the rooftop bar in the hotel doing most of the athlete hosting. 

“Hey girl, I thought I saw you leave a while ago." Natasha walked up to her after walking into the hall from a different door. They embraced in a quick hug that ended a bit too soon. 

“Tash! I thought you left too, saw you walk out with Sophie.. was a little sad might not see you before I leave." Caitlin flashed a playful pout. “You heading home now?" 

The doors opened to the elevator, both stepping in. Natasha hit the lobby button, her hand hovering waiting for Caitlin to say which floor she was going to with a non-committal shrug. 

"Lobby for me too.”

" What, you comin’ with me?” Cloud responded with her own playful wink. "Nah.. let me stop playin’. ”

"I've gotta go to the front desk real quick. But uhh.. you can come back up and hang with me if you want.” Caitlin smiled again before heading to the lobby front desk after the doors opened. 

Natasha blinked back a hint of surprise but stayed right by the elevator door. There was a vibe she thought she was feeling between them, staying for a little while couldn't really hurt. 

Xx

“Can I get you anything? Minibar should be restocked, you can grab whatever you want.” Caitlin watched the Mercury player walk in and come to a halt, taking in the size of the one bedroom suite. 

Of course this would be the room she had. 

Caitlin plucked the red Phillies cap from Natasha's head and popped it onto her own with a shrug and a grin. “Hat tax." 

“Oh alright, I see you now." Natasha abandoned the want for a drink, her attention now fully on the girl moving around the space putting the few things she had been holding down, taking shoes off, readjusting the red cap on her head.

“I can always order up room service if you want." She said while settling down on the couch, skirt hiking up just the tiniest bit, showing off more porcelain muscular thighs. 

Natasha felt a little jolt as she stole a few glances of the sight sat before her. “Nobody else is staying up here with you? Or..?" 

“Nope. Just me." 

Earlier in the day she and Sophie had joked about whether or not either of them would be hooking up with anyone before the weekend was over, while she didn't think it wasn't a possibility, and still wasn't exactly sure how or why she was up in Caitlin Clark's hotel suite, the potential was becoming a little more real. 

“You can come sit, ya know. You can get comfortable, unless you have somewhere to be? I hear All Star Weekend can get..  I don't know, it's my first so..”

Natasha sat close enough so their knees knocked but shifted so there was some space between them. There was a little spark of.. something.. but she wasn't about to assume anything. Her eyes bounced from the expanse of uncovered legs to the neck she wanted to be nipping. The way Caitlin was biting her lower lip had her questioning her own resolve. 

“You know you're trouble right now." 

“What.. why? I promise I won't keep your hat." Caitlin wasn't usually this bold but the energy of the game and everything that happened so far had her confidence still running high. “Those boots though.. " 

“My Timbs?" 

“What size? They look like they'll fit, lemme try them on?" Caitlin sprung up from the couch.

“Taking my clothes one piece at a time?" Natasha didn't know why but she kicked them off. Watching as her boots were now on Caitlin's feet paired with her skirt and that white top, she was turned on and itching to touch every inch of exposed skin. 

“I can rock this, whaddya think?" CC did a hip sway. The boots and skirt didn't exactly match but the air between them was getting hotter by the second. 

 The thought of hooking up with the 8 year vet hadn't crossed her mind, even after inviting her to stay but in that moment, when their eyes locked while she was standing over her still wearing the boots, Caitlin desperately wanted to. The ache building between her legs taking her by surprise. 

Her inexperience started to show as she pitched forward to kiss Natasha, the brim of the hat slamming into the bridge of her nose. Caitlin instantly panicked, taking a step back.  "Fuck! I'm sorry.  I.. “

" Let's take that off? We can try that again if you're sure you wanna?” The hat hit the floor with a thump and the boots were kicked off and left next to the couch. 

The kiss was heavy and slow, the space between them closed as Natasha pulled her in tight, wanting to feel everything she could while still standing and both still fully clothed. 

Caitlin tried to rush things along again, gripping the hem of Natasha's sweatshirt and tugging upwards, the button up still layered over it causing it to bunch up. She flushed with a bit of embarrassment. 

“Someone's a little eager." Natasha said with a hiccup of a laugh.  

Caitlin’s blush spread from her neck to her cheeks, her inexperience showing again. "Sorry.. I just.. “

"Have you done this before?” Natasha ran her fingers up the back of Caitlin's bare leg stopping just under the line of the  leather skirt. The feeling better than she could have anticipated. 

"No.. this? No. Wait yeah.. I've been with other.. “ The blush started to clear but the thumping in her center steadily increased.

Xx

“Taaash.. fuck.. stop teas-"  Caitlin sucked in a harsh breath as she was pushed over the edge, her fingers digging into braided scalp and the rumpled sheets beneath their naked bodies tugged to the brink of tearing.  Her moans were half silenced by the taste of her own juices on the fingers being slid into her mouth. 

They had been going at it for hours at this point. Starting at the couch, Caitlin claiming the first orgasm out of Natasha while on her knees. They stripped each other down to underwear. Cait in a matching lacy grey bra and thong set, Tash in matching black sports bra and boxer briefs. 

Watching Caitlin sink to her knees tugging the boxers down, big dark doe eyes waiting for permission had Tasha wide eyed with her own arousal. Once granted she held nothing back and what she lacked in experience and skill she more than made up for with enthusiasm. It hadn't taken long after Tasha fisted dark hair to both hold on and guide the rookie. 

The pair moved to the bedroom, having shed the rest of what was left on their bodies, Caitlin's back hitting the bed with the guard landing on top, fitting between her legs. 

“I did not have this on my radar but I got a feeling you did. You do seem to get whatever it is you want." 

“Shut up I do not!" Caitlin emphasized her words with a firm squeeze of her ass. “But I did feel a little sad when I left the bar thinking I wouldn't see you again before the break. And then there you were.. " 

Natasha kisses and lightly suckled her way down the length of Caitlin's body while her hands explored. She tweaked both nipples, squeezed and massaged both tits, enjoying the size and response to her actions. When she reached the area just above her hair line she looked up waiting for permission. A quick nod came but she waited still. 

" I need more, I wanna hear you say it.”

Caitlin whined a bit, verbalizing the things she wanted in bed had never come easy. She sighed at the kisses being pressed into her inner thighs but whined again when they stopped. 

"Tash.. please..”

"Please? Please what babygirl? What do you want and like?” Natasha held down the hips that were trying to roll up, her center searching for some relief. She knew the effects she was having but would wait until she got what she wanted.

" Touch me.”

" How?”

" I.. with your mouth?”

" Is that all?” Natasha was barely able to hold back, the sweet scent pulling her in inch by inch.

“I want your fingers inside me.. FUCK!" 

Caitlin was so worked up she yelped at the first pass of Natasha's tongue through her dripping folds, it was a miracle she didn't cum right there. After being edged for what felt like an eternity, she was finally allowed to fall over the edge. The instant bliss was unlike anything she'd felt before. The sheer force of the orgasm had her shaking and mumbling and seeing stars.

The pair switched up a few more times, Caitlin cumming while riding Natasha's thigh, Natasha taking a quick explosive ride on Caitlin's face. The time had gone by in a blink but both women finally collapsed side by side in the middle of the king sized bed, trying their best to avoid any of the wet spots they each left behind. 

“Babygirl!” Natasha said with a light laugh. "That was.. I woulda never thought you could give head like that.. damn.." 

“Nah.. now you're just saying that.." Caitlin buried her face in the pillow, not really sure how to take that specific compliment but she'd let it feed her ego for the time being. 

Xx 

Caitlin's eyes flew open at the sound of a ringing that wasn't familiar to her, then she felt the warmth of the body pressed into her side. "Tash.. hey.. is that your phone?”

She burrowed back down under the covers and was just about to doze off when she heard the sound of her phone ringing and buzzing on the nightstand beside her. Without thinking she hit answer and Kate's face lit up the screen. 

"Hey.. what time is it?” She wiped some of the sleep from her eyes. Her hair still in a sleep rumpled mess. 

"Like 8:15”  Natasha answered and rolled into frame, not realizing she wasn't the one being asked or that it was a FaceTime. "Oh shit!”

"Who is that? What is.. where are you? Did you hookup with-" 

Caitlin had hit end call before Kate could finish her sentence. She tossed her phone aside and laid there trying not to panic. 

" Tell her or don't. Either is okay with me, whatever works for you, okay?” Natasha pressed a soft kiss to Caitlin's forehead, a look of sincerity written on her face. 

“Okay.. You want to stay for breakfast? We can order. Coffee's actually uhm pretty good here. "  Caitlin sat up, the sheet falling down to pool in her lap. 

“Babygirl. I bet you a red Phillies cap that the coffee doesn't taste anywhere as good as you. I do have to head out though. Got a flight in a couple hours and haven't packed yet because *somebody* kept me out all night.”

" I've never done *this* before.. like hookup with someone spontaneously. So I.. or do we.. is this..?”

" Enjoy Mexico.” Natasha walked back into the room fully dressed, hat in hand, she tossed it onto the bed with a wink. "Message me any time and if you want this to happen again.. and the circumstances are right.. yeah, I'm here for that. No hard feelings either way.”

" I might wanna wear those Timbs again.”

" I might let you..” Natasha yelled back just before the door clicked shut. 

Caitlin flopped back on the bed, phone in hand, blankets pulled up tight and FaceTime’d Kate. The second she answered Kate wanted to know all the details. She held out for a few minutes, fully intending to tell her but making her wait. 

“Was that Natasha? Tash Cloud?! I know her braids anywhere! Phoenix really rolled out the red carpet for you!" 

“Shut up! Wasn't like I planned it.. but if I did, she would have far exceeded.." Caitlin nestled back into her pillows, getting lost in the memories for a little bit longer while Kate confirmed their plans to meet up the next day on the Iowa campus before heading to Mexico for a few days of basketball free vacation. 

[gumy-shark]

best things about doing minecraft roleplay analysis: i fucking love getting to compare contrast the same events from different perspectives and what editing choices are made how different people perceive the same events etc etc etc

worst thing about mcrp analysis: i understand these strangers’ ocs better than they do

[adelphenium]

AHHHHH!!! love love love your r63 art it’s so so good 🫶🫶🫶 would you ever be down to do kirby dach cole caufield and nick suzuki from the habs in the future with r63!! once again i love your art so much its always a delight to see it on my timeline 🫶 hope you’re having a great day

thank youu this is so lovely aaaugh !!!😭💓💓

i'm happy you like the r63s; i'm always so down to draw cute girls <333

i hope you're also having a great day! ^v^

[chemdisaster]

"as long as it's not against a cc's boundary-" shut the fuck up. shut the fuck up. a boundary is what they're okay with being sent/tagged in. a boundary is not them telling fans to "draw this and not that". that's censorship. if some random tumblr person told you "oh hey, don't draw this ship cause i don't like it" would you comply? no, cause that's horseshit. and it's no different here. because guess what? cc's are people just like the rest of you, and if they don't like something they are fully capable of blocking the tag and/or clicking away. cc's are not better than you somehow and they should not dictate what you should and shouldn't draw, because art is fiction and fiction harms no one and one of the best thing about the internet is that when you don't like something you can just take a deep breath, close your eyes and click away.

[tomis-problem]

dsmp!Tombur Moodboard

for day 1 of @profiction-edits’s profic party: your otp!

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

You know how people write fics of transfem!tommy usually with the name Clementine? And some have with Grian with the name Ari or Ariana referencing Ariana Griande. Well people did Tommy with RPF but I’m surprised not as an RPF fic for Grian.

Tumblr loves to joke about Grian being a girl or some other gender but y’all are lacking in fics lmao.

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[chillychive]

Having so much brain rot abt teacher Mumscarian so I’m gonna throw it at you lovely citizens of the inter webs:

- Grian is the part time art teacher who subs a lot at the school.

- Mumbo is the tech teacher who everyone is a little afraid of before they get to know him and realize he’s just a tall, intimidating goofball.

- Scar is an architect who is known for 2 things: Amazing architecture and his cat who he manages to mention in every single conversation regardless of topic. You could be talking to him about geothermal heating and he’d find a way to work in Jellie in something that made complete sense in the moment but was utterly bewildering upon reflection.

I accidentally wrote a fic, so here you go!:

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Grian sighed, heading to the main office to check his mailbox after a long day. He passed his sister, Pearl’s desk, on the way and paused.

It was utterly wrecked, piles and piles of papers decorating it. She was so stressed out at dinner last night…

He sat down. She could owe him for this one. He sorted through the papers, finishing the easy ones and making neat piles of the rest.

It was nearly 9 now, he was going to be late for dinner, but he knew Mumbo was finishing up some work- a student had wrecked their project in the rain by accident so he was painstakingly assembling a replica for them so they didn’t fail the class- so he wouldn’t be home for a while, either.

Mumbo’s love for his students was a big part of what Grian loved about him- it was hardly the first time Mumbo had gone far, far out of his way to help one of them- once he actually drove all the way to a student’s house to talk them through a project that would make or break their grade after they called him crying.

Partially to distract himself and partially to annoy Mumbo, Grian pressed the button on the intercom. Everyone would be out of the building by now, so he wasn’t worried about annoying anyone.

“Main office to Mumbo Jumbo, how are you, dearest?”

It only took a couple seconds for Mumbo’s reply. “Grian?! How-“ Grian could hear Mumbo’s smile in his voice, “You almost made me drop the whole project! I’d have to start from scratch!”

Grian laughed. “Sorry…”

“No you’re not.”

“Nope!” Grian grinned into the mic, squinting at the page in front of him. “Did you go to the assembly today?”

“Yep… had to go to the first one and the third.”

“The presenter was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “Seriously, the man was way too attractive for his own good.”

“And his cat was the cutest.”

“No, the cutest was how much he loved her.”

Grian grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. And his eyes, too.”

“What about them? I wasn’t close enough to see.”

“They were like this really vibrant shade of green- I’ve literally never seen someone with that color eyes before- and it perfectly complemented his suit too- I wondered about the maroon until I saw his eyes…”

Grian slowed his ramble, and Mumbo clearly noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, yeah, he was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “I’m nearly done here, but I have a lot of clean up to do, so I’m gonna go for a bit.”

“Okay! I’m just tidying in the office, so I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Love you, Gri.” Mumbo said over the intercom, and Grian grinned, turning it off with a quick “Love you too.”

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Grian had finished cleaning Pearl’s desk and had moved on to his own papers when he was interrupted by the door opening.

“Ready to head home, babe?” He asked, not looking up.

Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry, just wanted to let you know I’m leaving…”

Well that definitely wasn’t Mumbo. Grian looked up.

“Oh.” His face was definitely burning. “I- sorry, can I help you?”

The man in front of him- a taller guy in a wheelchair, wearing a maroon suit with a cat snuggled into his lap. Grian drew his eyes up to his face, which was currently doing it’s best to color match the suit, to meet those startling green eyes.

“I’m Scar.” The man offered, rolling toward the desk. “Do I need to sign anything or can I just go?”

Scar’s voice was smooth, but his red face betrayed how flustered he was.

“Nope!” Grian squeaked.

“Hear that, Jellie? Time to go.”

Grian watched Scar’s rapidly retreating chair, cursing his bravery for what he was about to do. “Wait! There is something I need you to sign.”

Scar’s head turned quickly. In moments, he was in front of the desk again. Grian shoved the paper he had just written at him.

Scar read it, eyebrows raised. “This is a… non-disclosure agreement?”

“So you don’t tell everyone about what you overheard.” Grian explained, blushing.

Scar’s face stretched into a classic salesman smile. “Oh, but what if I want to tell someone?” He rolled closer. “I can think of a few things I’d like to say.”

Grian, stupidly, raised his chin at this. “Oh yeah?”

“How about, ‘Are you single?’” Scar asked, equally confident.

Grian frowned, pretending to ponder the question. He leaned forward, face inches from Scar’s. “I suppose that wouldn’t be a breach of contract…”

“Perfect.” Scar breathed. Grian started to lean in. Scar sat back in his chair, teasingly. “And what about the other fine fellow on the line? Would it be imprudent to ask about him as well?”

“Oh, not at all!” Grian grinned, sitting back in his seat. “In fact, I could call him right now, see if he has any objections to our little contract.”

“I think that would be quite appropriate.”

Grian turned on the intercom. “Mumbo Jumbo to the main office?” He turned it off again, leaving no room for Mumbo to protest.

“And now, would it be a breach of contract to suggest, say, dinner?” Scar asked, eyes gleaming.

“Actually, Mumbo and I are going for dinner soon… any objections to Thai?”

“That sounds amay-zing!”

It was that moment that Mumbo walked into the main office, tugging a backpack on wheels behind him. Mumbo stopped in the doorway seeing Scar. Behind Scar’s back, he mouthed to Grian “He’s been here the whole time?!”

“Ready to go?” Grian replied, standing and gathering his things. “We have a date.”

“Sorry, what?”

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[bugflies00]

one of the worst things that can happen to a girl is stumbling across a /r tntduo fic that looks good with a good title and very promising tags along the lines of ‘making out’ and ‘homoerotic arguing’ but then upon closer inspection the summary contains the word ‘wine stream’

[maxedmoefoez]

i found this on my google photos from 2 years ago........ Just wanted to share smiles

[optogeneticist-nsfw]

i Uh.Well enjoy!!!!

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[stiffyck]

Friendly reminder that I do not think rpf is okay and if you like rpf I am uncomfortable with u interacting with me. Thanks.