#gem and blondie

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝?

Relationship: Ransom Drysdale x Jake Jensen (Gem and Blondie, NLLYL: Before)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Ransom doesn’t want to go, but he can’t stay.

Warnings: explicit language, brief mention of m/m sex, ANGST!!!! Angst, angst, angst, angst, angst, homophobia, implied use of the f-slur, dysfunctional family, so much self-hatred. 18+ ONLY (due to the AU)

A/N: You may have been expecting more Kinktober, but apparently it’s Angst-mas. Listen, all of us knew this was coming but that doesn’t make it hurt less. Just remember they both end up where they need to be and that I am so sorry for doing this to all of you 😭

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Ransom took another uncomfortable sip of beer and looked around at all of Jake’s family as he sat next to his boyfriend. It was weird, he was so used to dysfunction and drama that being around so many people who actually seemed happy to be related to each other made his skin crawl. He didn’t know how he was supposed to interact with these people. Even though Jake was sitting right next to him and holding his hand, he felt alone.

That didn’t stop him from smiling like he knew he should be. His thoughts may have been filled with anxiety but his WASP upbringing meant he could put on a good face no matter what. When Jake squeezed his hand he squeezed it back, beaming at his boyfriend even as he wondered at how he could possibly be a part of this man’s life when he was so colossally fucked up. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop in relation to him being a terrible person, and he hated it.

“Hey,” Jake’s smile dropped a little when he looked at Ransom’s face, his eyes full of concern which only made Ransom want to throw up. “Are you okay? I know Sam Adams is kind of basic beer, I can run to the store if you want something different.”

“No, I’m fine.” Ransom lied, smiling even wider to hopefully cover for the tightness in his throat. “Everything is great, your family is wonderful.”

Jake was about to say something else, he could tell, but fortunately Jake’s sister chose that moment to stand up with her husband. Her grin was huge and she was bouncing on her toes, and even with his anxiety Ransom couldn’t stop a chuckle when Jake started bouncing too. It took a few minutes for everything to die down and then she was finally able to get out the words she had apparently been holding back all night.

“We’re pregnant!!”

The uproar of pure joy was deafening, and it only got more intense when the sonogram was revealed. Every member of the Jensen clan started hugging each other, some of them even cried. Jake was one of the criers, running to his sister and dragging Ransom behind him until he wrapped her in an enormous bear hug.

Ransom felt a little better now that all the attention wasn’t on him as the boyfriend they’d never met before. Or at least he felt better until he heard the word “uncle” directed at him.

“What?” His mouth was suddenly very dry and his smile felt more forced than ever.

“You’re gonna be ‘Uncle Ransom’. Isn’t that exciting?” Jake’s sister beamed at him until Jake poked her in the arm, shaking her head but still keeping that jubilant smile on her face. “Or… you know, sorry. Mom!!”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur for Ransom. A happy, noisy, gut wrenching blur. He didn’t think he’d actually finished the beer he had been holding, and he was vaguely aware of people moving around him but nothing else registered. All he could think about was how fucking serious things were. Up to a certain point he had already been aware, but that was just with him and Jake. Jake’s entire apparently fantastic family had never entered his mind until that day, and he could not figure out how he was supposed to fit in with all of them. Especially as an uncle. The only uncle he’d known was Walt, and he was just awful. He couldn’t be around kids. He probably shouldn’t even be a part of any sort of functional family.

Before he knew it he and Jake were home. He hated the way his boyfriend was looking at him, like he wanted to stay so happy about his sister’s news but also could tell that Ransom was lost in his fucked up emotions. So he managed to put on a placating smile, ignoring the ache in his stomach and his racing pulse when he told Jake how happy he was about him getting to be a fun uncle. His freakout was saved for when he managed to get in the shower after Jake got ready for bed, sitting on the bottom of the tub and breathing painfully while the hot water washed over him and he tried not to feel like such an utter bastard. All night he obsessed about how he didn’t deserve the man he was sharing his bed with, and how much easier things would be if he could bring himself to either talk to Jake or just leave.

It was like that for the next two weeks. Ransom’s cheeks hurt from all the fake smiling and acting cheerful each night when he went to bed. The only time he seemed able to relax was when he and Jake were having sex, and even then he felt like he was being an asshole for trying to distract himself with his boyfriend’s body, so he tried not to do it unless Jake was adamant about it. He knew Jake could tell something was wrong, and as much as he loved the man for knowing that asking would just make Ransom more stubborn, he almost wished the blond would just do it. Maybe if he finally broke down things could get better.

But he didn’t really want to break down. Ransom knew himself, he wasn’t a man who thrived on deep and meaningful conversations. He couldn’t believe how grateful he was when he got an invitation to some boring party for Linda’s real estate firm. A year and a half without a word from his mother or anyone else in his family and all of a sudden he was invited to some fancy soirée out of the blue. Yeah, he hated his family, but he hated what he was feeling around Jake right now even more. He even considered just telling Jake he was going and then drinking himself to oblivion in some random hotel, but he did miss Harlan, and if the old man was going to be there, hopefully Ransom could get his grandfather to talk some sense into him.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to go, Gem?” Jake looked so earnest and sweet while he helped Ransom with his tie and it made him feel like the slimiest douche in the world. “I’m pretty charming. You could introduce me as your ‘roommate’.”

“I’m sure, Jake.” Ransom couldn’t even bring himself to call Jake by his nickname, he hated himself. “Trust me, aside from the food and the open bar, it’s going to suck massively.”

“Okay.” Jake leaned up to peck Ransom on the lips and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the blond closer for just a moment. “Call me if you need a ride.”

Ransom promised he would, kissing Jake deeply for some unknown reason and looking into his eyes before saying goodbye. It felt painful and he couldn’t figure out why, like it was somehow more permanent and he wasn’t going to be home in just a few hours.

The hotel was sufficiently swanky for what he knew his mother’s expectations would be. He was even more glad that he hadn’t let Jake tag along, handing the valet the keys to that ancient jeep would have been especially awkward. There were so many blue bloods packed into the ballroom that Ransom could practically smell the old money, and he wasn’t impressed. While he was scowling and trying to get his bearings his mother found him, immediately making a stress headache begin behind his left eye.

“Hello Ransom.” God, he’d forgotten how fake the woman was. That smile was showing far too many teeth. “Thank you so much for coming. How have you been?”

“You’re really going to act like you care, mother?” Ransom let her embrace him since he didn’t feel like making a scene, but he hated every second of it. “Where’s Harlan?”

“Your grandfather wasn’t feeling his best so he’s resting at home.” Linda refused to let go of his arm when he stepped back. “But I’m very glad you’re here. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Sloane Hargreaves.”

Linda gestured to a young woman who looked like every social climber’s wet dream, with eerily straight and white teeth and not a single blonde hair on her head out of place. She was attractive, but her eyes were sharp and cunning, like she was constantly assessing how she could maneuver a situation to her advantage. Everything about her presence put Ransom on edge, especially when she shook his hand and she let out a laugh that was just shy of shrill.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” Ransom had to yank his hand away from her. Pretty or not she was freaking him out. “If Harlan isn’t I’m going to head home, Linda. There’s no reason for me to be here.”

“Nonsense. It’s not like you have someone to go home to.” Oh, he did not like the way Linda’s eyes glittered when she said that. “Be a gentleman and escort this lonely young lady for the night. What could it hurt?”

Aside from his patience he couldn’t come up with anything, so he just shrugged and let the bourgeois waif wind her arm through his. The way she was clinging to him didn’t help him relax at all, nor did the constant inane chatter. That combined with the cloud of Chanel No. 5 that hovered around her made his headache even worse. All he wanted was to go drink and forget about his fucked up family and the boyfriend to whom he was scared to commit.

He didn’t even know how long it had been before Sloane finally left him alone to go to the ladies room, but it was far too long. Ransom was on the far side of the room from the exit, but he still tried to make a break for it, cursing to himself under his breath when his mother intercepted him with that same, phony smile on her face.

“Now now, why are you rushing off so soon?” Linda sank her claws into his arm and steered him towards a secluded table. “I haven’t talked to you in so long and you’re already leaving.”

“Who’s fault is that?” He took the scotch she handed him and downed it in one gulp. “Why did you even bother inviting me here?”

“What, I can’t miss my son?” Linda scoffed when he just scowled at her, tapping her manicured nails against the tabletop with irritation. “Fine. Your grandfather has been talking about missing you quite a bit and is adamant about letting you back into the family. He’s gotten the idea in his head that you must have made something of yourself if you haven’t come back begging on your knees by now.”

“What’s the catch?” Ransom snorted when she tried to look coy. “C’mon, Linda. There’s no way you’d be thinking of letting me back in if there wasn’t something in it for you.”

“You’re too goddamn smart for your own good.” She muttered under her breath and shook her head before addressing him again. “I know, Ransom.”

“You know?” Ransom chuckled a few times before freezing when he saw the smug look on her face. “What do you know?”

“I know about your… god, I can’t even call it a job.” Linda sneered when Ransom seemed to shrink in on himself, leaning forward as she went in for the kill. “Not just a sex worker, but a sex worker for fa…”

“Stop.” If he had to hear that word come out of her mouth he would start crying, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. “Just stop.”

“You have your disgusting job, your piece of shit apartment, and that little boy toy you’ve been fooling around with.” She tutted when Ransom buried his face in his hands and groaned. “It’s ridiculous and uncouth. I’ll not have you parading your vulgar plaything around in front of the family or our friends.”

“They're not my friends, mother.” He felt like he was going to be sick. “He’s not a toy, I love him.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, no you don’t.” Linda sipped on her wine while she watched her son crumble in front of her without an ounce of sympathy. “You love money and being a damn pain in the ass, and as much fun as you might have introducing that fruit to society, I won’t have it. Break it off.”

“No.” Ransom shook his head and barely kept his feet as he tried to hold back a panic attack. “I don’t want to come back if I have to leave him.”

“Oh really?” She cocked her head as she gazed at him with those predatory eyes. “You come back and date that pretty, sweet blonde girl who was hanging on your arm all night and I’ll pay for everything.” When she saw Ransom go completely still she knew she had him. “I have a house all ready for you just a half an hour from Harlan’s, that gorgeous vintage BMW you always wanted, and you’ll get to be part of an important family again. All the parties, all the events, and status. Tell me you don’t want it.”

Ransom felt like the bottom just dropped out of his world. He couldn’t do this. He was a bastard but not that big of a bastard. But he was a bastard. He was dysfunctional and repressed. He was in love with Jake but he was terrified of what that meant. He didn’t know how he could possibly fit into that man’s life and make him as happy as he deserved, because Ransom knew that he didn’t deserve the happiness that Jake did. It could be better if he let him find his own way now, before he had the chance to hurt him even worse. Ransom should only be around assholes, he always knew it, the fact that he was considering this just confirmed it.

By the time he climbed into a cab to go back to the apartment he was drunk. Miserable and drunk. The pool of self pity he was wallowing in was so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He couldn’t even find his keys, he had to have Jake buzz him up.

“Hi gem, how was it?” Jake turned around on the couch to greet him and his face immediately fell. “Oh Ransom…”

“I can’t… I can’t do this.” Ransom couldn’t bring himself to look at Jake, leaning against the wall and sinking to the floor as he buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, no.” Jake jumped over the back of the couch and went to sit in front of Ransom on the floor. “Don’t apologize, you never have to apologize to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Me, I’m what’s wrong.” Ransom was choking on his words but was determined to not look like the terrified little boy he felt like. “I’m too fucked up for this. I’m too fucked up for you. I can’t give you what you want.”

“All I want is you, Ransom.” Jake reached out to him and flinched when Ransom recoiled. “Just you, that’s it.”

“No it isn’t. How the fuck could it be?” Ransom could hear the pain in Jake’s voice but couldn’t stop now. “You want the family outings and to be ‘uncle Jake’ and domestic bliss. I can’t do that shit, Jake. I can hardly be in the same room as kids, much less have any of my own.”

“Ran…” Jake saw the tears falling from Ransom’s eyes and he lost it, sobbing and gripping Ransom’s hand in spite of the man trying to pull away. “As long as we fucking talk to each other we can make it. You don’t have to do this. I know you feel like you fucking do because yes, your family is that fucked up, but you don’t. I’m here for you, for whatever you need. I love you.”

“I…” Ransom wanted to tell him he didn’t love him, but that was such a fucking lie it got caught in his throat. “I have to go, Jake. I need to leave. I should be back with my family.”

“I can be your family, Ransom.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from pulling Ransom close and wrapping his arms around him. “My family can be your family. You deserve to be loved, to have a family that cares about you. I promise Ransom, you deserve the world. Please believe me.”

“I… I can’t.” Ransom finally crumbled and wept as he embraced Jake in turn. “I’m sorry, I just can’t. I want to, but I can’t. Jake, I have to go back.”

“Ransom,” both of them were a mess but that didn’t stop Jake from kissing Ransom like he was his last breath of air. “I love you so much, goddamn it. I am not going to make you stay, but you should, you can. God, please fucking stay.”

Ransom kissed him back. It was desperate, full of longing and pain. He wished the world would end before the kiss would, but then he had to breathe and reality came crashing around him. His eyes met Jake’s again and he saw the last glimmer of hope die, and he hated himself for killing it.

“I love you, Jake Jensen.” Ransom kissed Jake’s forehead and rose to his feet, staggering towards the door so he could spend the night somewhere else where he wouldn’t have to see the suffering on the face of the man he loved. “But I don’t deserve you. You’ll find someone better, I know you will.”

“Ransom, fuck, just wait.” Jake ran after him and grabbed his wrist to turn him back around. “I’m not stopping you, and I’m not going to tell you that this isn’t the most painful thing anyone has ever put me through, but I’m not going to fucking hate you. You can try all you want, but I love you, I’ll always fucking love you, and all I want is for you to be happy. If it can’t be with me, it should be with someone amazing. Don’t let your family fuck you up any worse, okay?”

“Goddamn it, don’t be such a fucking grownup, Jake.” Ransom had to stop himself from kissing the man again, wrenching himself out of Jake’s grip and running a hand through his hair. “You can keep all my shit. You should forget my number. Goodbye.”

As soon as the door closed behind him he felt his heart freeze over, the sound of Jake’s muffled sobs washing over him as he called himself a cab and went down the stairs. He managed to keep it together for the next week, his face stony and his jaw clenched as he let his mother get him set up in the new house. He even went on a date with the daughter of the upper crust family Linda foisted on him, and Christ was she boring.

It wasn’t until he was moved in, the furniture still wrapped in plastic and a few boxes left to unpack, before he let himself grieve who he’d lost and what he had done to the man he loved, collapsing on the floor and sobbing violently as the moon rose through the trees surrounding his new home. Jake was wrong, he was an absolute and total bastard who deserved nothing but unending pain for the rest of his life. So he let himself feel it, determined to never let go of the anguish that he had brought on himself.

[silverthelovebug]

Guys, can we make Blood Type Evil Blondie a thing? Can someone draw this? Please? :3

[smallboyonherbike]

wrapping up the 80s!!

[cyazurai]

[encrucijada]

edge of the blade by journey absolutely Serving as inspiration for adam's sound holy shit

[eek-a-tron]

Just out here Sunday-vibing with death!

This whole Kraak & Smaak album is chill fire. *deep breath to prepare for the nerd-factor of the following statement* I also have it on vinylllll

@lokiinmediasideblog thanks for the tag! Having unfrozen this month from a long Tumblr absence like a Captain America, this had me going like … oh I remember these; I understand this ref :p

No pressure tags: @linearao3 @spacefloosie @thorfics @abby118 @deadendlily @floralsapphics and anyone who wants to participate; still unsure who remains unfroze!

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[heizours]

CHARACTER BANNERS

summary. when you do not plan to pull for their character banner

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. one mention of 'die' (dottore), petty and sulky genshin men (all of them i may say)

feat. xiao, itto, dottore, venti, scaramouche

note. the head picture is how i imagine their reaction ☠️

< back to event m.list

INTRO.

Recently, you've been saving up primogems for an upcoming new character banner that Hoyoverse is planning to release in the next version of the game.

Gosh you were so excited!

It's not like you wanted to pull for the character just because she was attractive. Definitely not.

Even if it takes a lot of time to earn those gems, you were willing to go through it as long as the system better give you that character you are pulling for.

"I can't wait to pull for Navia!"

You squealed in excitement, logging in the game as her banner awaits for you, ignorant of a certain chatacter just eavesdropping around the system.

XIAO.

Xiao's banner was having a rerun along with the release of Navia's, and while he may not brag it out loud, he had some silent expectations that you were going to pull for him again.

After all, he is proud to be your first five star chatacter, and ever since then he has been on your team and never removed.

To hear you say that you're going to pull for Navia instead of him made him grunt quietly as he let out a quiet huff behind the screen.

"...Well, she is a good character" he admitted while grumbling under his breath, crossing his arms by now as he watched you pull and pull for Navia's banner, only getting the four stars but no sign of a five star yet.

Is he...sulking? oh yes, Xiao believes so as there was a tiny slight pout on his as he looked away, trying his best to not be affected by the fact that Navia might show up at your screen anytime now.

So while you're at it, better save some primos to pull for his rerun banner too, you wouldn't want a sulking Xiao, right?

ITTO.

After pulling a few strings and fails in the wishing system, Itto was celebrating his victory after ensuring that his banner would have a rerun.

However, that satisfaction immediately crumbled down the moment he heard you saying that you are pulling for Navia instead for him again.

What makes it even worse, is he felt confident that you were going to pick him, and now...he doesn't know if he should throw a tantrum about it or blame the system that he had a rerun the same time with a new character.

"What?! Hey, what about me?" He yelled out from behind the screen, which of course you couldn't hear, as Itto let out a dramatic gasp by the revelation.

Is he making this a big deal? Yes, Itto is making this a big deal, because after all Navia is also a geo character, of course he would somehow feel intimidated that she would take his place in your team.

Best believe that when you are finish with your pulls, don't be surprised that he would not budge leaving your team— trying to replace him with Navia, even if you are already clicking the remove button!

DOTTORE.

The doctor was confident that you were saving up those primogems for him considering that his banner hasn't been released yet, nor the gaming system haven't made any announcement about his builds, constellation, marketing drip, etc.

Imagine his reaction when he overheard that you were pulling for Navia, and those primogems for her and not his. He could not hide the disbelief that crossed over his face.

He'll recover shortly after, and just laughed it off strainly as we watched you spending every gem you had saved on Navia's banner, no sign of the blondie woman yet showing up on your screen.

"And here, I thought I was what you are waiting for" He mumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth slightly in the process, keeping a forced smile on his face.

He would rather die than admit it, but this revelation had left a big wound on his pride, and he is a millisecond away of just straight up disrupting the system's controls if it means you get to play him.

Of course that would take some time, but he hopes that you're just as amused as him if he keeps joining you on doing your quests out of nowhere that doesn't even involve him in the first place ;)

VENTI.

It took so long for Venti to finally have this moment again, and he was more than glad to show up on your screen, on your first pull, on his rerun banner.

One second he was smiling and all giddy, but as you dropped the statement that you are pulling for Navia like a bomb, his smile freezed, his whole body freezed as he sweatdropped.

Not just freezed, you know those kind of special effects in an anime series when a character messes something up, does something awkward or expected something but gets embarass instead, and suddenly they turn into a whole block of ice? Yeah, something like that.

"..Oh, right her! I've heard a lot about her!" He stated, trying to keep up with his cheerful-go-to persona, as Venti awkwardly scratched the side of his neck while watching you spend those gems on her banner, still no luck of the five star geo character.

He failed to continue showing jolly facade, because now he is sulking at the corner as if it is the end of the world, almost as if a big tub of water was dunk upon him.

Please forgive him if he'll be out of character and maybe acting a little petty on your end for the next few hours or days while playing the game. It's not his fault you didn't also pulled on his rerun!

SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER.

Scaramouche carries himself with such confidence and prides himself being a part of your team after you pulled on his first banner.

He was smirking with boldness, and eyes closed in satisfaction as he awaits and is all ready for you to pull on his rerun this time. That is until his mouth twitched downward, as he opens his eyes in suspicion right after he heard that you were pulling instead for Navia.

He could not hide the displeased expression painted on his face, as he continues to watch you behind the screen, spend all the primogems you saved up only for her, and like an open book— he doesn't even realized that he is scowling. So far, you're only getting the four stars.

"What about me?" He mumbled under his breath, as he scoffed lightly and by now instead of continuing to frown, there was a slight pout forming on his lips, as he huffed and turned his head away, facing a corner refusing to watch further your pulls on the geo character.

He rejects to believe that he is mopping about as something as this, but his actions says otherwise. He doesn't even know why is so affected by this.

Whether you get Navia or not, make sure you also give him the attention he seeks! We wouldn't want a petty Wanderer disrupting your team's gameplay, no?

[bo0tleg]

GEMS MY FRIEND SAID WATCHING TOP GUN (1986) FOR THE FIRST TIME:

"Look at those thighs! He's gotta be sitting on a dick, there ain't no way!" (about a random engineer in the opening sequence)

"This guy is too handsome to be a rando" (it was, indeed, a rando)

"Fifteen minutes in and I have no idea who the protagonist is." "Do you know what Tom Cruise looks like?" ".... No."

*Thought Cougar was gonna be the protagonist, was confused as hell when he left*

"The baldo is boring, but I think were gonna keep seeing him throughout the movie." "No, we're not." "We're not? Oh, thank god."

"Whoop, spotted the gay one. That wasn't even hard."

"That guy (Chipper) looks russian." "Nope." "No? What about that one (Slider)?" "It's the middle of the Cold War." "..... So?"

"A gay couple already? Wow."

"The blondie is trying to flirt while the other one is too concentrated on the rivalry."

"OH HELL NAH."

"Every old movie just feels the need for random straight romance– OH SHIT THAT'S HER? HE'S SO FUCKED." (In the scene where Charlie is 'officially' introduced)

"HOLD UP!" *Rewinds the scene* "What kind of flirting is that?" *Plays the scene again* "Did he just... Chomp? At him?"

"He has chemistry with her, but she doesn't want any chemistry with him. I mean, I can see she's attracted to him, but I think she just wants a quick lay." (Repeated this Every. Single. Time. Maverick and Charlie had a scene together.)

"Ah yes, the hetero scene that actually looks really gay." Later, remembering the scene: "How the fuck are you gonna play sports looking like a hot piece of ass without looking gay? You're not supposed to be hot! You're supposed to slap that fucking ball, not be like 'hahaha look at me, I'm so dainty and pretty.' THAT'S GAY!"

"It's cute, Goose treats him like a father would." "Don't you mean an older brother?" "No, he's too gentle for that. They'd be killing each other."

"See, Goose's wife treats him like an older sister would. By annoying him."

Charlie, on screen: "(...) Because I've fallen in love with you." "NO YOU FUCKING HAVEN'T, SHE'S JUST SAYING THAT FOR HIM TO STAY! SHE'S JUST SAYING WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR TO KEEP HIM THERE!"

*Loud disgruntled noises I could hear from the kitchen over the sex scene*

"That's the one with the hard on!"

"I want more scenes of the blondie (Ice) and Maverick, I don't care about fucking planes."

"Did he die? Oh, no he's fine, the chute is there. Wait, he did die? NO!"

"Did he really need to be in his underwear for this conversation?"

"How cute, he's worried about Mavericks mental health. Shit."

*Screams*

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT? SHE LEFT YOU AFTER YOUR BEST FRIEND DIED!" "And put on a song that reminds him of his parents." "AND PUT ON A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOUR DEAD PARENTS!"

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters

So, it turns out my neighbor Doug, who lives next to me, is a MASSIVE Star Wars nerd. Hooray! Found this out earlier during a snow storm. He was thrilled when he found out my kids and I watch this show together, and had some...brilliant...insights on how he interprets the show. I'll be dropping some of the wildest descriptions here from time to time.

This was months ago, but damn it, it was so wild how this chubby Cajun Boomer described the show. I'm going to drop some of his best gems that he's texted me since January:

Crosshair: "So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service."

Hunter: "Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you."

Wrecker: "I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe." ::winks::

Tech: "Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura."*

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Omega: "Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean."**

Admiral Rampart: "I hate this smarmy jack-ass already. He looks like my asshole nephew who got some fancy degree but can't keep a job in corporate because he's such a little ass, he talks down to the janitors and always leaves at 2 pm 'to beat traffic'. He's MBA-Rob."

*=I can't emphasize the vitriol Doug had in his voice when describing 'bitch wife named Laura'. I am so deeply concerned for Ryan-from-Accounting, wherever he is.

**= 'The mall on the ocean' describing Tipoca City sent me. That is how I refer to it now.

[generalsdiary]

a tired gem

Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

warnings: description of overstimulation (not the sexual one)

word count: less than 1k

a/n: back again with another mental health + comfort oneshot about the gays lol, not beta read, we go to superhell with aventurine and castiel

description: Aventurine comes home overstimulated and tired, later comforted by Dr. Ratio

Aventurine's hands felt like they were on fire, they felt swollen, the day was too hot. he is rapidly taking the gloves off his hands, the pretty golden rings off his fingers, the expensive watch slipping from his wrist- and running them under a cold stream of water. Aventurine raises his head, meeting his own gaze in the mirror.

despite the years passing, and him getting older - it still comes back to bite him in the ass. the way his skin feels like it is burning, the overanalyzing of too many people around him – because what if he could be in danger, or even what if someone calls him a fraud, or sees through his oh-so fragile façade. there was too much noise- too many conversations surrounding him, too many unpleasant and various smells- it brings it all back. the starving scorching hot days of little Kakavasha, the slavery of "blondie"... that feeling of which he doesn't even wish the recall the memories of. he feels the repulsion of any human touch settling back in him.

he had gotten better, he knows- Aventurine repeats in his head, he knows how to deal with others and exist normally. how to keep his clothes straight, clean and his shoes polished. how to appear wealthy and smell like a perfume commercial.

Aventurine takes a deep breath. it does little to calm him down, the lukewarm air filling his lungs where a crisp cold air would feel much better to him in the moment.

after rapidly taking his clothes off, and gently folding them even in this moment when he is stressed because how could he just throw those clothes away… after all, they are his mask, his stage presence so to speak, and for Aeon’s sake the price alone could feed every person on his long gone planet. he sits on the shower floor and allows the water to cool down his body- just like the rain of Sigonia-IV did.  Aventurine got over it, he learned to accept and even relish in human contact- with chosen people, yet he cannot even imagine being perceived in this moment. the mere thought of it makes him squeeze his eyes shut in pain.

biting his bottom lip, which shakes slightly in anger and tiredness, he stands up. he has to take care of himself- create a safe environment- and then if he must, wallow in the pain which is overstimulation.

the water washes away any bump from a stranger passing by, any phantom touch that didn't actually happen, but he still had to mentally prepare himself for it just in case it did, any scent which isn't his own. the clean, rough texture of the towel feels pleasant on his skin as he dries up and puts on comfortable clothes.

with complete silence and everything in its right place, he lies on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. familiar steps approach the bedroom door and the figure leans against the frame. "rough day, dear gambler?"

Aventurine's eyes meet Veritas', not saying a thing. to the doctor, it speaks louder than words. the apparent smirk fading off, his body language turning a tad softer and he exhales. he is quick to deduce exactly how his counterpart feels. Veritas is well aware that any sound or even a question that requires verbal communication would be awful to Aventurine at this moment hence he, with a soft step, walks over to the bed and lies down beside him. not close to touch him accidentally- with a healthy distance, yet still there.

Aventurine appreciates it, the doctor had already learned how he can get... how rough it can be. feeling exhaustion wash over him, he moves to his side, and those breathtaking gem-like eyes close, letting the poor blond man rest under the watchful eyes of the older man.

a couple of hours later, he wakes up, his eyes opening to be met with a quiet Veritas reading a book in the same place, unmoving except for the occasional page turn. Aventurine quietly observes, obviously noticed by Veritas. the doctor surely noticed the shift in his, now awake, breathing, and the colorful eyes opening to stare at him.

he grounds himself in reality and in the moment, taking shorter breaths and shifting to stretch his body a bit, taking care of the soreness. he feels better, soothed... his head is quiet, and his body feels okay to exist in the present, to exist now. Aventurine outstretches his arm, and hand, barely noticeable, tugs on Veritas' shirt, causing him to move his gaze to Aventurine. beat. he hums quietly, giving him a nod in silent question. it feels inviting and safe, Aventurine moves his body closer, into the taller man's side. as he does, Veritas closes the book putting it away, and moves his arm so that Aventurine can rest his head on his collarbone.

the second part of grounding. comforting touch, from a safe person with a safe scent. there is a silent appreciation for the doctor’s frequent baths and cleanliness. Aventurine's eyes close with a soft sigh, it feels right, it feels comfortable. Veritas' hand, at first, very gently moves through the blond locks, after a few seconds of body language analysis, he continues caressing his hair. Ratio's other hand moves to his face, his thumb caressing for a moment Aventurine's cheekbone. "better?" he hums in a deep tone with a rumble in his chest.

those gorgeous watercolor eyes open, the softest smile forming on Aventurine's face and a small nod. "yes"

a/n: yes, the ‘watercolor eyes’ is a reference to the song Dear Arkansas Daughter

[miraculousystuff]

Oops

Adrien was having a good day. It was relatively stress free, as Lila was ‘doing charity work with Prince Ali’, meaning she couldn’t come to school. She still had modeling with him, unfortunately, but his father had allowed him to bring his closest friend. Marinette! As he was walking with Marinette, she asked him about everything. She used to stutter all the time around him, but now she didn’t, but he didn’t know why. It was clear that Marinette was in awe of everything, and if he had thought that she had never been to a photoshoot, he certainly knew now. She smiled at her adorable curiosity, and he could have sworn he heard Plagg say “Just a friend, hey?”. 

Marinette noticed his staring and giggled. “As you can guess, I have never been to a photoshoot before.” Marinette smiled, and sat down next to him. Adrien could feel her excitement. It was so adorable. The moment was ruined, however, when a screeching voice came into play. “Adrien! Hi! I just arrived from charity work!” Lila yelled. Adrien looked up and rolled his eyes, while Marinette snapped her head towards the voice so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. As Lila drew closer, Adrien had to restrain himself from moving back. It seemed that Mari noticed his uncomfort, because she leaned in and whispered. “It’s ok, just ignore her.” Then she began a conversation with him about Ladybug, knowing it would comfort him. Finally Lila reached them. 

“EXCUSE ME! WHY IS MARINETTE SITTING IN MY SEAT!” Lila shouted, sounding aghast,  mood changing completely. Adrien was this close from strangling her when Marinette spoke up. “Actually this is my seat. I got exclusive permission from Gabriel Agreste, so you can stand or sit on the floor. I really don’t care.” she said cooly, and went back to talking to Adrien, who soon became comfortable with the conversation. Lila, albeit dumbfounded, was persistent. It seemed she had a change in tactic, because then her entire demeanor changed as she started loudly so everyone could hear. “Ooh, are you talking about Ladybug! Yeah, I just had a picnic with her last Saturday and-” she was cut off by a rather bored Marinette “Wrong. She was out of town on Saturday. That’s why she used the horse miraculous to teleport back and forth.” she said lazily, as if Lila truly wasn’t worth the time of day. Adrien was in awe. Marinette’s version of the high road is better than his.  Lila, on the other hand, was furious, but couldn’t do anything because of the numerous staff watching her for her rather loud boast about her connection with Ladybug.

The entire solo photos, Adrien was thinking about that conversation. More importantly, the Marinette part of the conversation. Or, to sum it all up, Marinette. He watched with a genuine smile as Marinette sketched some designs, clearly inputting some knowledge she was learning from one of their head photographers, Claire, who she was currently talking to. It seemed that Claire was enjoying it too, telling so many details about how if you put a collar a certain way, it would look better in and out of photos. As the filming came to an end, Claire noticed the dopey grin on his face and whispered to Adrien “You like her!” Blushing profusely, Adrien responded with his just a friend crap, to which Claire rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it. 

“Either way, she is an absolute gem. And beautiful too. She could be a model. She’s perfect, and definitely better than Rossi. I don’t know what Gabriel see’s in her.” Claire smiled, before walking away. Adrien was in shock. Claire was one of the heads for a reason. She had a particular talent for choosing amazing models, and to hear that not only was Lila a bad model, Marinette would be perfect? Well that certainly puts things into perspective. Needless to say, Adrien’s constant daydreaming about Marinette continued, if not more so. “You’re thinking about Marinette aren’t you?” Plagg interrupted, almost bored at blondie’s sheer obliviousness. “How did you know?” Adrien said, shocked. “Well the dopey grin, the lovesick eyes, the sparkly thoughts-” Plagg smirked.

Before Adrien could respond however, it was time for the double shoots. Ugh. He walked in. “Romance! Summer Romance! That is what Parisians want!” Vincent bellowed cheerfully. Immediately, Lila clung to him and smiled sparkly as her death grip left marks. And it hurts. Through a grimace, Adrien forced out a smile, stringing along with Lila. But even that worm under the rock could tell that the photos were terrible. “No, no, no, no, NO! Zis is not right! Your mama brings you spaghetti not leftover, moldy cheese! That smile is not in love! It is fake! You know what, take 5 minutes, while I sort this mess out.” Vincent groaned as Adrien practically ran towards Marinette, who greeted him with her ever-so vibrant smile. He waved, but immediately her smile turned into concern as she noticed the bruises on his arm, and immediately got the first aid kit.

“Oh my god Adrien what happened to you!” she stressed, as she quickly rubbed some Dettol on it. It stung a little, and he hissed, but before Adrien knew it, the pain was gone and his dopey grin was back. And unfortunately or fortunately, depending on the perspective of whom you choose, Vincent noticed. “Oh my goffings! That smile! Zat is ze smile zat we want! This girl! She iz beautiful! Claire! She is perfect!” Vincent gushed. Lila, however, was not happy. “Excuse me! I am beautiful! Not Mari-trash! The audacity! I can get you fired!” Lila shrieked. Vincent rolled his eyes, and turned to Marinette again. “Oh please model for me! Please! I need you!” he pleaded to an incredibly shocked Marinette. But she took one look at Adrien’s pleading eyes, and didn’t even HESITATE to agree. “Sure!” Marinette said enthusiastically, much to Lila’s extreme displeasure.

“Yes!” Vincent cheered, but Lila was having none of it. “HOW DARE YOU LET MARITRASH DO THE PHOTOSHOOT! SHE IS UGLY! NONE OF HER FRIENDS LIKE HER! SHE HAS ALL THESE FAKE CONNECTIONS, YET SHE CALLS ME OUT ON MY LIES! LIKE IT’S MY FAULT THAT HER FRIENDS ARE IDIOTS! I WARNED YOU IN THE BATHROOM DUPAIN-CHENG! NOW YOU’LL PAY FOR STEALING MY JOB AND MY ADRIEN!” she lashed out at Marinette, about to punch her, when Mari caught her hand, then judo-flipped her so she landed on the floor. Lila, still throwing a tantrum, yelled indignantly. “ASSAULT!” she yelled, but no-one cared. “And done.” Claire smirked, as she played back the video of her confession. Lila went dead silent as she realized all her lies were about to come crumbling down. So she chose the easy way out. A threat.

“No! I WILL GET YOU FIRED IF YOU SHOW THAT VIDEO TO ANYONE, OR IF YOU LET MARINETTE DO THE SHOOT!” Lila screamed, but it had no effect. Eventually, Claire called security and she was kicked out. The video was sent to the class. They almost freaking flew to the park, about to literally murder her. Alya was so red and Marinette could literally see the steam coming out of Alya’s ears. Kim and Alix looked ready to beat her up, and even Mylene looked somewhat scary. They turned on Lila immediately, and apologized profusely, but Marinette forgave them easily. Adrien however, was not happy. “What did she mean she ‘warned’ you in the bathroom?” Adrien said, his voice so dangerously low that even Plagg was impressed. Marinette gave a squeak of surprise.

“Oh umm, I have to go, teach my umm fish to swim!” Marinette said twisting her ribbons and hurried away, but before she could get more than two steps away, Adrien grabbed her hand and pulled her back, making her turn towards him and making the ribbons fall out all together. His breath was temporarily taken away as Marinette’s hair fell loosley down to her shoulders. But he went back on task immediately. “What did Lila do to you Marinette?” he asked, and Marinette blushed. “Oh umm, I was about to trip and fall over a puddle of water and then she warned me and then now she thinks I owe her?” she said. Marinette knew it was a pathetic excuse and so did Adrien. He gave a scoff of disbelief. “Lila doesn’t HELP people Marinette. Tell me the truth.” Marinette’s blush reduced. “Adrien, I can’t.” she said, her head hanging low.  

It said everything to Adrien. “She threatened you!” Adrien growled, completely ignoring the angry shouts from behind them. “I-” Marinette tried to say, but once again was interrupted by Adrien. “Why didn’t you tell me!” Adrien almost yelled. “Well because you told me to take the high road and I listened and it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell you, plus then you would get mad and-” She was once again interrupted by Adrien. But not by words. No.

Because Adrien Agreste was kissing her. And needless to say-

She kissed back. 

They shared this moment for about 30 seconds before they were interrupted by loud cheers from behind them. “OMG ADRINETTE IS A THING! IT’S A THING! THE SHIP HAS SAILED!” Alya hollered over the cheers. And in the middle of all the blushing, cheering and awkwardness Vincent grinned in satisfaction. Why? He caught the whole thing on camera. He had a feeling Mr Agreste would like these photos.

Fin

[pbandjelly535]

Hi, Welcome! My page name was inspired by this gem of an interview. Full clip is down below if you haven’t seen it! It’s super funny, a must watch if I don’t say so myself .🤪🫶

I post about women’s sports but I do have a bias towards the ultimate rizzler Paige Bueckers and her partner in crime Azzi Fudd.🤦‍♀️🤣 I do use some profanity bc blondie pisses me off 🙄 18+!

I delete asks after awhile to clear up da feed so feel free to ask something crazy. I give my honest unbiased takes and thoughts. Not afraid to be messy! I support CC if you are a hater thank you next. 🥰

About me: My name is ash, I’m a 24 yr old girly, a cancer, and a cat lover. 😌 I have a bachelors and masters in accounting with a concentration in audit and work for a worldwide public accounting firm! Boss girl shit!👩‍💼

PAIGE BUECKERS YOU ARE A DALLAS WING! 💚💙(Manifesting/delusional) update I predicted that💀😭

[beloveddinostar]

JWCT S2 SPOLERS / my thoughts, review or something like that idk

I love how the season started with the characters joking around. You can really see the strength of their bond and how comfortable they are with each other. Honestly, the dino sound-guessing games are among my favorite moments on the show because it’s just pure goofiness. Moments like these are rare since the show usually focuses more on dinosaur survival, so I found it really special to see them hanging out and just being friends. By the way, Darius winking at Ben after he won was really cool🤭.

Darius was hard for me to describe this season.

I hate how those workers were mean to him on the ship. He’s such a sweetheart😠. He’s always trying his best.

The way Darius tried to comfort that baby dino and his shocked expression when it got snatched away by another was heartbreaking.

He really needs to stop being so selfless, though. Like, the moment when they said, “Won’t that lead them to us?” and Darius replied, “Not us, me,” before taking off with the flashlight to lead the dino away from the others? Stop risking your life!!

I’m going to be honest: one of the scenes that made me scream was when that phone popped up in front of the dino’s face—it gave me goosebumps!

Darius is such a gem; did you see his smile when he saw Zayna hugging the dinosaur? It was such a wholesome moment. I know he likes to see people bonding with dinosaurs instead of hurting them.

I love how intrigued he is by the dinos’ behavior—classic dino nerd! It reminds me of camp days when he would sit down and scribble in his notebook.

I also loved that flashback from Brooklyn when she went to Kenji’s place and they were all FaceTiming, and his Wi-Fi was acting up. I don’t know why, but that felt like such a Darius moment.

I love how he tried to comfort Zayna when she was making decisions. He totally understands how hard it is to be a leader and make tough decisions—he’s been in Zayna’s shoes before. When he tried to reassure her by saying the dinos in that one lab aren’t harmful, I think he remembered that they used to be her age and were terrified too. I loved all the scenes where he was just trying to connect with her.

I felt so bad for Brooklynn; the poor girl has been through so much trauma. My heart broke every time I saw her cry because of her hand. The way they showed her tearing up and her lips quivering made me want to cry too; they did a great job with that.

And her struggle with one hand… :( I know she doesn’t want to draw attention to her missing hand, and I could tell she felt uncomfortable when Ben pointed it out. I believe she hasn’t really accepted it yet.

I felt for her many times in the series, but the fear in her eyes when the dino approached her in Blondie’s apartment was so intense. Why are they making her face her trauma? I felt terrible for her.

Nonetheless, Brooklyn is so badass this season! I loved her riding the motorcycle.

I know she has a lot on her shoulders at such a young age; I just hope she gets the rest she deserves in S3 (with yk who, wink wink).

I’m going to be honest: the handler showing up like that made sense, but I was mad because I was kind of shipping her and Brooklynn.

Another thing I noticed was how plain Brooklynn’s phone was. I thought Brooklyn was all about style! This feels so off.

I’m going to be honest: I turned away during the Kenlynn moments because they felt so forced.

Despite it all, I love her sense of humor—“Notice anything different? It’s the hair! (while missing a hand)”—classic Brooklynn.

Sammy, my heart broke when I saw her watching Zayna and Mama Aminata. I know she misses her family.

I believe that she would make such a good older sister. I loved her interactions with Zayna; the way she talks to her is so soft and patient. I wish to see them more in S3.

Yaz might not show it often, but she really cares deeply for the N6.

I feel like her love language in friendship leans more toward words of affirmation, acts of service, or quality time.

I love how Yaz tries to be there for Kenji and encourages him to open up. She’s really observant, not just with Kenji but with Ben in the later episodes as well.

I also love how she finally stops Kenji from doing something stupid that could get him killed. I know Yaz is trying her best to help; she’s so observant and picks up on everything.

But I could feel her stress when everyone was asking her what to do next. Ben was asking for help about Brooklyn but didn’t explain well, and Sammy just came up to her saying, “There’s a dead body!” She was like, “One problem at a time,” and it was perfect. You could feel her stress; she just wanted to make sure everything went well and help everyone.

Ben had a lot to handle this season, and I felt really bad for him. He was going through all sorts of emotions and reactions. His panic attack (or something like that) was so well-written and drawn; the emotional depth was spot on.

I loved the scene where he saw the wallpaper on Brooklyn’s phone; he froze for a split second, and you could see he was getting emotional or reminiscing. It was such a short scene but stuck in my mind.

That text Ben sent Brooklynn was so sassy: “You could’ve sent us a postcard” after finding out she’s alive.

That scene where the flying dinos attacked their boat— I know Ben was stressing!

But Ben seeing Brooklynn for the first time was so ughhh. Like he was speechless, but the moment where he tried to hug her and she stepped back made me feel so bad for him! Like he just wanted to hug his dead but not dead best friend😔.

Kenji was dealing with a tough time of grieving, coping through humor and risking his life. I know he felt like his life had no meaning anymore and he could just take risks because he felt he had nothing to lose.

I love how caring he was for Bumpy Junior; he jumped into the ACTUAL fire or the ocean without hesitation. He truly has a big heart, and everyone has a place in it, no matter their past actions.

Kenji has such an annoying older brother energy. The way he talks to Zayna or rests his hand on Yaz’s head while they were on the boat and he was trying to go to the other side—he’s so annoying sometimes.

Yet, again, Kenji has such a big heart. I loved the way he stressed over Yaz when she was left behind, and I could see the tears in his eyes after he saw and hugged her, relieved that she was alive. I know he couldn’t handle another loss.

I LOVED BENJI THIS SEASON. “My main man Benny”—BENJI is so back, y’all. One of my favorite duos! I loved their jokes and banter. Give me more of them in S3 please.

The Benji angst when Kenji felt betrayed by Ben for keeping Brooklynn’s survival a secret! But him punching the glass behind him is such a stereotypical ‘angry boyfriend letting out his anger’ move.

Yazji hug—I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP! If you had asked me back in JWCC S1, I would never have imagined Yaz and Kenji forming such a close bond, but this season showed them getting even closer. I love their friendship and how Yaz checks up on him.

I would have totally shipped them if Yasammy wasn’t a thing! (Yasammy is number one tho!)

Yasammy, I love you guys so much. You guys have my heart. The way they cuddle and snuggle is just adorable. Yaz hugging Sammy while hiding from the blind Dino—precious! That’s her comfort.

Every moment between Darius and Kenji makes me ugly smile. I love their brotherhood!

The dynamic between Darius and Kenji remains as strong as ever—nothing has really changed between them, even though a lot has happened.

I loved the scene where Kenji’s mood flipped after baby-talking to Bumpy Junior and then immediately snapping at Darius to “shut up.” I’m pretty sure he picked up that baby talk from Brooklynn tho…

I loved Mama Aminata! That scene where she stepped in front of Yaz and Sammy, shielding them from the attacking dino, was amazing. I love her. I love many of her quotes, like, “If we could find a way to coexist, why wouldn’t we?” That line hit hard. “While you’re here with me, you’re all my children.” I LOVE HER!

I loved how Zayna was portrayed. At first, she seemed like that sweet kid who wouldn’t go out of her comfort zone, but then she started trying to get out of it and gain confidence. It was obvious she was doubting herself at the beginning, but as the story goes on, I felt her becoming more confident in her steps. I also loved her bickering with Darius.

That Blondie is such a diva; I know she’s a villain, but damn.

“Someone call a taxi for Baba?” I like that man. He reminds me of Darius.

[corvennite]

boxer!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw: fingering, overstimulation & phone call during it.

sinopse: you're the little miss perfect abby loves to ruin.

📍 well this is my very first smut and post here on tumblr, mind you, english is not my first language so it might have some grammatical mistakes.

New places were always motive of anxiety and stress to a lot of people, not knowing how to talk to people or exaclty how they should behave or what to do. Not for you, never for you. Being the daughter of one of the most important families around the city, it was hard to be anything but perfect. Hair always in place, clothes well put and done, smile never leaving the lips over taken care off, skin smooth and flawless. A doll.

It was exactly what Abby liked to call you: doll, dolly, sweetheart... All those fancy and endearing names that felt like heaven slipping of her tongue. She was an underground fighter around college, by the morning a normal student and at night, a total mess inside the righ. Most people were scared of her. This was even better since you both had a secret relationship, no one could know the perfect cheerleader girl from medical school enjoyed such dangerous girls, right? No one could find any 'flaw' related to little miss perfect of the town, the most precious gem with the ultimate bright smile and mind. But you never thought about it when spread out on her sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your waist, pulling the white cotton shirt you wore up revealing a bit too much of a laced pink bra around those breasts. Her mouth was latched onto yours, crashing tongue and teeth like no one else ever did, your legs rising up to rest the inner thigh on her hip, her free hand going down to the hem lifting it up, feeling you up.

"you're so fuckin' soft..." she whispered, breath hot descending to your neck.

Her teeth teased the thin skin on your neck, biting and giving it a hickey under the ear. Tongue flickering around just to tease and pressing good enough to suck the skin back to her mouth with the help of her lips.

"abby! not there, someone will—" you whined complaining.

It was easy to shut you off, the hand on your thighs went higher touching the mound in between your legs thru the sofr panties, she smiled, looking at your flushed and embarrassed face. So shameless. Her eyes narrowed, tilting her head to the side she asked:

"sorry, what were you saying?" her voice was low and raspy.

You groaned frustrated, looking away from her and getting a small giggle from the blondie with her hand in between her legs. She toyed you with her fingers, caressing the covered entrance feeling it all wet already which made her click her tongue. Smiling, Abby dived in your skin once more, breathing the familiar scent one of your fancy perfumes she didn't mind much knowing about, what was between your legs was more important.

"you're so sensitive, I've barely touched you." it was a bit of a mockery, smiling while brushing her nose down in between your covered breasts. "take it off for me, pretty girl."

You did as she said, because who wouldn't? Moving your fingers to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, exposing the delicate torso with that lingerie — which was one of her favorites, all to Abby. She smiled against your skin, teeth going towards the front opening of the bra and quickly undoing it. She had done it timeless before, with you or any other girl she had laid down on that same bed.

"fuck me, you're gorgeous." she said while moving her lips kissing your skin.

Those kisses were heated, biting and leaving some small marks until she reached the right breast and breathed around the nipple. Taking into her mouth she could hear a soft gasp escaping your lips, the fingers in between your legs didn't go to waste. Moving her thumb up your covered clit, she pressed only enough for you to arch that pretty back, keeping her index and ring ones teasing the entrance and playing with the covered folds. Abby was enjoying it, the way you squirmed, how you kept your teeth biting those perfect lips and sometimes bruising, oh no, you couldn't do that, could you?

Her tongue flickered around the nipple inside the mouth, sometimes teasing with her teeth and leaving it alone giving a hard suck that ended with a 'pop' sound, as soon as she left your breast. The free hand went to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip and pressing both, she made sure to lift your head a bit up as she kept assaulting the covered slick with her fingers.

"you seem so needy, what's the problem, hm?" she asked, leaning down and kissing your jaw, down to your neck and getting up again. "c'mon don't bite those lips, it's my job..."

She leaned down, biting your lower lip and pulling your mouth to a heated kiss once again. Slipping her tongue thru yours and feeling the hard muscles against hers, your lips were good enough to kiss, to the point sometimes she even left them swollen. Abby pulled back, shaking your face a bit while holding your jaw with her thick fingers. Her fingers pulled the panties to the side, eyes looking down at the mess you were in between those legs she loved so much, a low whistle was heard from her lips.

"greedy, aren't you?" more tease, index finger caressing the entrance, forcing only a little bit of it.

"damn Abby, give it to me already." you complained, voice whiny and melodic by the moans.

She laughed off your impatient, when she was about to fuck her finger inside your phone rang. Looking at it she grabbed before you could, staring the contact she smiled softly and gave it to you.

"mommy's calling, better answer." she handed the phone to you, not backing up or anything, just staying there.

"don't do anything funny." you said firmly, taking the phone from her hand. "hi mom..."

The moment you answered Abby saw the perfect opportunity to give what you wanted, she saw how your voice tone changed talking to your dear mom, how sweeter you sounded right now so she decided to keep playing with you. Her finger got inside without warning, she saw the way your eyes widened, hand gripping the pillow tight as you almost left a gasp from your mouth. She smiled, muttering for you to keep talking to her.

"mhm, the rehearsal? ah— well I—" you tried to focus, voice trying to not string as Abby curled her finger inside, moving in and out as her thumb caressed your clit once more, applying a light pressure. "I will go... I will."

She could see how you were trying to keep up, to hold the sensations it had been to longue since felt. Her eyes narrowed as your reactions grew bolder, she heard your mom complain about her being late over some stupid cheerleader thing.

"Sorry mom I just— agh!" your hand went straight to your mouth, breath going heavier as you felt another finger inside. "yeah, I'm fine! I'm at... I'm at Dina's house! I'll go, promise."

The way you lied about being at Dina's house it was fun to Abby, she knew your little friend could cover it up what happened but never know where you really was. Abby teased more, moving her fingers in and out sweetly and carefully, thumb moving thru your aching clit as she rolled in circle movements. You were so wet, she started to move it faster, making it gush around and your legs aquirm.

"I need to go mum— to not be late, 'haha, bye!" you said rushed, trying to turn off the call when you were so damn close... Abby stopped.

She removed her fingers from you, licking them with her tongue and biting her lower thick lip. Getting off the bed where she was knelt assaulting your cunt, her hand went to the floor to pick up your shirt as she threw over your body and headed to the door.

"get dressed up, I'll take you to the rehearsal."

[cyazurai]

[lamemaster]

The fucking elf of my dreams

Pairing: Finrod x GN Reader

Genre: Spyverse

Summary: You have been dreaming of an obnoxious elf and Finrod Felagund of Arda has been hearing an exasperated voice in his mind.

AN: This was so fun :))) hapi hapi hapi (Based on a poll long ago where @a-contemplation-upon-flowers suggested this-)

The elf in your dreams is an idiot. Trusting any moving thing, unable to shut up when needed, and piss poor disguises," he was annoying to the point of exhaustion.

You had, on several occasions, resorted to screaming sense into him, but the elf in your dreams seemed to be completely oblivious, if not averse to your words.

How did these weird dreams come to be? You have no fucking idea. Perhaps you were finally losing your mind after messing around for so long.

Finrod heard noises in his head. A loud screaming voice that he has come to name his conscience.

"Fuck can you shut up," The voice sighed in exhaustion almost. "Let the other blondie deal with it man," the voice muttered clearly talking about Angrod.

Standing before Thingol, Finrod ignores the voice and narrates the truth that had conspired on the shores of Alqualonde. The voice sighs, and Finrod barely conceals his wince as a string of curses echo in his mind.

And for days after that, the voice is quiet. Almost sulking. which is better than Angrod, who is throwing dirty looks his way.

Looking at the bleary-eyed men, you could see the awe in their eyes had you not witnessed the authentic Finrod Felagund for past years, you might have felt the same.

"Bro, that's freaky stop," you fail to look away from the scene of your dreamy elf sitting there and putting on a whole ass musical from a bunch of sleeping people.

Did he really think he was a Disney princess or something? The music is cool and all, but for godsake, Finrod is random AF.

It doesn't take long for the golden retriever to make friends with men. And yes, you do lecture him over the panic attack over discovering men sleeping with eyes closed.

"Build some weaponry for goodness," you mutter as you see Finrod lug another treasure chest full of his gems. "You can't fight with your pretty headpieces," the elf as usual ignored you, and at this point, you would have thought that he could not hear your rambling if not for the slight tremor of laughter in his body whenever you so much as uttered a word.

The King of Nargothrond prepares for another onslaught of curses as he senses Beor's heavy footsteps coming his way.

"Are you for real?" You huff in annoyance. "Why not accumulate an entire empire in the secret city? Just why..." The voice groans.

Perhaps Finrod would have been offended at your treatment of his dear friend if not for the coying fragrance of envy that seems to accompany your complaints.

"You sleep a lot these days..." Your partner, Jack was looking down at you from where you lay on the couch. Even upside down you could see the amused glimmer in his eyes.

You were indeed sleeping a lot. Napping when you could. All to witness the obnoxious elf in your dreams.

You had just woken up from another one. One where another man with a familiar emerald ring showed up with a favor to ask of your elf.

And shit was going down. That idiot.

Lifting the corners of your lips in a smile you conceal the anxiety that the supposedly relaxing nap had built in your system. "Maybe because I am pregnant with your child."

A cushion lands on your face, followed by a vase.

Jack clearly did not appreciate your humor. Not as the elf in your dreams did.

"Target the maw, it is the only vulnerable spot you can aim for" he hears it. The voice is back.

"The day we meet Finrod Felagund, I shall bind you to me, you are not to wander the face of this world alone. Not for your own good."

You do not look away. You witness every second of the elf of your dreams breaking apart in the dark halls of villains you cannot protect him from.

His nimble fingers grasp on the beast's fur with a force, you've never seen him exhibit. And then he rips the monster apart with his bare hands.

By the end of the fight, there are punctured wounds in his body, blood covers the cold hard floor your elf lay panting on. His companions are long dead. The man is gone. He is alone. Dying.

You weren't a stranger to death, you have delivered many to its door. You've almost met yours a dozen times. But his death is the most unnatural shit you have witnessed.

Sitting cross-legged by his cooling body you continue talking as you have done for decades."That day, you, Finrod Felagund will answer all my questions and obey all my commands." For the first time, Finrod sees the faint outline of your features before his vision fades into the dark and his fea floats in the sea of oblivion.

That night you wake up drenched in sweat, almost choking on your vomit. Fuck Felagund, you wipe the annoying tears streaming down your face.

Your death is swift. Finrod barely makes it to his dream before he watches you crumble as a sharp piece of metal embeds itself in your head.

Your eyes never meet his, given that you are not aware of his presence. Your legs falter and in a fleeting moment, you plop down on the unforgivingly unyielding ground.

You are the voice. Ever since his rebirth in Valinor, he had dreamt of you. Unlike you, he has kept you in the dark about his presence.

His life is different from yours. Your hands are full of blood of men, he does not know about.

After years of watching you, Finrod has come to know you as the master of disguise. He has witnessed your battle cries as you assassinate men of power.

And on frigid nights as you sit nursing a glass of wine, Finrod has found his name scribbled on a piece of paper. In those moments, when you are alone, Finrod barely clings to the silence of his choice.

After all, what does he, Finrod Felagund owe you?

That is the case, until the streets of Tirion brim with hushed whispers. Until Tulkas' Maiar are seen looking around the markets. Maiar of Mandos following them with anxious frowns upon their foreheads. Until he bumps into a hooded figure.

A small fall that he gets up to apologize for only for him to freeze hearing the familiar notes of "fuck," muttered in a voice he remembers.