#gonna start trying to apply outside the company as well now that I have a leadership role on my resume

[destinybcnds]

[ got some upsetting news about my job today. Long story short I go back to taking customer calls Monday. I'm going to try to not let it affect my mental health as badly as last year when I went on hiatus for 6+ months. But man... I really thought I was going to get away from a customer facing role finally. Anyway uh... Expect low energy from me for the next few days at least. ]

[guiltyasdave]

i can see the end as it begins

chapter 1 • series masterlist

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: You meet your father’s new friend for the first time, but he’s a lot different than you expected.

word count: ~5k

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> 18+ mdni, dbf!Dave, unhealthy relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, angst, daddy issues (reader’s dad isn’t a nice person), able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, spanking, pet names, let me know if i missed anything 🫶🏻

a/n: my favorite person on this app @joelscurls planted the idea of dbf!dave in both our heads and after many many feral dms, porn gifs, plotting and just generally freaking out, we have finally managed to put the first chapter together :) we’re currently planning with 4 chapters in total that we’re gonna take turns posting, so go follow jess if you don’t already (criminal behavior tbh)! i’m beyond excited to be able to do this with someone whose writing i adore sooo much, we’re both beyond excited about this story, and we hope that you enjoy it 🫶🏻

follow @joelscurlsupdates and @guiltyasdavenotifs for updates and find jess’s masterlist here and my masterlist here :)

dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics!

“I want a divorce.”

It’s been almost a year since Carol spoke those words into the tense silence of their dining room and they still echo in Dave’s mind as if it happened yesterday.

He doesn’t mourn the marriage, doesn’t miss Carol, not in the way he probably should. But he mourns the life that he had, the perfect suburban family, the stability. A little boring maybe, but safe, calming. Predictable.

And he misses his girls. He misses the sound of small feet on the hardwood-floor greeting him as soon as he opened the front door, giggly exclamations of “Daddy’s home!” and tiny hands grabbing at him, begging to be picked up. Now he opens the door to an empty, silent apartment. He has them every second weekend, which he rationally knows makes the most sense with his often irregular working hours, but it’s simply not enough. It’s like time is constantly running through his fingers and he just can’t make it stop, can’t bring his life back under control.

He’s doing what he can to keep himself busy, anything to keep his mind occupied and his thoughts from spiraling into that pit of loneliness that he’s found himself in. He started reconnecting with friends, going out with his colleagues and contacting people from his army days that he hasn’t spoken to in years, trying to build a social life outside of his family and the neighbors that he no longer lives next to.

It’s tedious, making him realize that he really doesn’t like people all that much, but it’s better than spending his evenings by himself and wondering where things went so awfully wrong.

He spends a lot of time with Jim, one of the guys that trained with him and that he always got along with rather well. Jim was delighted when Dave called, promptly inviting him to join him at golf the next day, which somehow turned into a weekly event on Dave’s schedule. It’s nice enough, giving him some sense of routine and he finds that he’s rather good at it. Jim runs his own company by now, the thing that he invests all of his time in, which got him a lot of money, but also a divorce.

It’s all he talks about, too, but it’s fine with Dave, not being forced to contribute that much to the conversation ��� because really, there’s not much worth mentioning happening in his life anyway – and he’s content to just nod along and hum in agreement most of the time.

Jim has a daughter too, a lot older than Dave’s though, already out of the house, attending law school. He can tell that Jim is proud when he talks about her, but it always seems to be connected to achievements, an underlying pressure to their relationship that leaves Dave a little uneasy and he silently vows to himself to never apply any sort of conditions to his love for his daughters.

But he's never met the young woman and he probably never will, so he doesn’t dwell on it, because what does it matter to him, really?

You huff a sigh as the familiar sight of the country club that your father loves to frequent comes into view and hand the Uber driver a tip before sliding out of the car.

You had thought you’d be getting a night out with your Dad, just the two of you, a rare occurrence. Not that you had been particularly looking forward to being grilled about law school, your grades, networking and internship opportunities, but at least he would be listening to you, paying attention. Joking that he was making sure that the money he put into your education was well invested, a joke that felt less funny every time you were reminded just how financially dependent you were on your father.

If the topic of conversation wasn’t school, it was what kind of acquaintances you’ve made, if maybe you’d met a guy with good connections, someone who could introduce you to the right people. Cautionary warnings not to get involved with the wrong sort, not to get on the wrong track.

Just once, you would like to talk about if you were enjoying school, what living on your own was like, how you got along with your roommate, the fun times you had with your girlfriends, anything about your life that wasn’t somehow connected to success or keeping up appearances. But your relationship wasn’t like that. He didn’t care about these sorts of things, he never had.

You continuously swallowed down the heavy feeling of envy in your stomach when your friends talked about their parents, painting a picture of unconditional love and support that was foreign to you, telling yourself that everything was fine the way it was.

“I invited Dave to join us tomorrow,” he then told you yesterday morning, offhandedly, sipping his coffee and his eyes already glued to his phone. You nodded silently, forcing your lips into something that resembled a smile. He had mentioned someone named Dave before, an old friend from his army days that he had recently reconnected with, if you remembered correctly. It didn’t matter, really, your father’s countless acquaintances blurred into a mix of vaguely familiar faces in your head anyway. If you had mixed feelings about the evening plans before, this new development made it clear that you wouldn’t partake in the conversation much, just smile politely, sit pretty and let the grown ups talk.

Steeling yourself, you walk in, your heels clicking against the floor. After spotting your dad almost immediately and waving in his direction, you make a beeline for the bar. He was sitting alone, you think, furrowing your brow in thought. You’re running a little late yourself, maybe that Dave guy couldn’t make it? You don’t hate the idea of that.

Dave had been reluctant to come out tonight, couldn’t help the feeling that he was intruding on his friend’s father-daughter time, something that he was desperate to have more of, but Jim had insisted.

“Lots of women you could meet there!”

He had scoffed under his breath, not able to picture himself meeting someone new, going through the motions of getting to know them, opening up, adjusting his routine to someone else’s again. He could much less picture himself meeting a woman he’d be interested in at a fucking country club of all places. Eventually, the thought of another evening in his silent and empty apartment with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company made him accept anyway.

He’s drumming his fingers against the polished wooden bar, waiting to pick up the second round of beers for Jim and himself, when someone slides up to the counter beside him. He glances over, eyes focusing in on the woman who is studying the drinks menu.

He feels an inexplicable pull towards her, couldn’t look away again even if he tried. She’s beautiful, he thinks as he takes in her features in the soft warm light, lingering on the shape of her lips, before his gaze trails down her body, over the short black dress that’s clinging to her in the most enticing way. She’s also younger than him; too young, the responsible part of his mind argues. Not the kind of woman that he should be interested in meeting. He still can’t look away.

“Evening.” The greeting comes out before he can stop himself. She looks up, a hint of annoyance on her pretty face, but her gaze softens as her eyes meet his. A smirk plays on her lips.

“Hi.” Her eyes flicker down his own body and up again, something akin to excitement taking over her expression. He’s rusty, hasn’t done this in ages, but her interest is palpable, and it shoots a thrill of pleasure through him.

“I’m David,” he introduces himself. No one has called him David in… god knows how long, but it feels better than Dave in this moment, right somehow. Like he can be a different person, just for a little while.

“Pleasure,” she grins, tells him her name and shakes his hand, her eyes glinting in the warm lights of the bar. Her touch on his skin, even just his hand, is like electricity is flowing through the air between them. She feels so soft and his life has been so devoid of softness lately that he has to force himself to let go of her hand again.

Something tugs at the back of his mind, like this name should ring a bell, but he shoves the thought aside. He’s too busy picturing himself taking her home this evening, imagining how soft her skin would feel in other places, how she would look splayed out underneath him on his sheets, how her breath would sound when he–

“I’ve never seen you around here before, are you new?” her melodic voice interrupts the vivid daydream playing in his mind. She has taken a step towards him and hints of the sweet notes of her perfume are beginning to surround the air around him. It’s getting a little hard to think straight.

“I– yes. First time actually,” he laughs and delights in the way her face lights up at the sound. “You come here a lot, then?” The cliché line makes him want to cringe, but she doesn’t falter, only shrugs and lets her eyes slowly trail down his body once more, obviously wanting him to notice.

“Depends. I might be here more often if it means I get to see you.”

She reaches out until her fingers softly graze his wrist and it demands a great amount of willpower not to take her home right this instant.

The heartbeat in your chest is thrumming along to the butterflies that are erupting in your stomach. You’ve never been this bold, too shy to flirt at all most of the time, but the stranger in front of you is clouding your sense of judgment and has your insecurities flying right out of the window. His interest is written over his face clear as day and you feel an immediate pull towards him that you can’t explain.

He’s so handsome that your hands are itching to touch him more, to find out if he’s as broad and solid as is large frame suggests, if that jawline would feel as strong under your fingertips as it looks, and if his deep brown eyes would soften before you press your lips against his. No wedding ring either, you note in the back of your mind, sending another surge of excitement through you.

The fact that he seems old enough to be your father, something that your therapist would probably have a few words to say about, is only adding to the arousal that’s coursing through your veins. You want him.

You almost jump when your drinks arrive in front of you; you had all but forgotten where you are, and that you’re very much in eyesight of your actual father. Suddenly, you feel silly, reality catching up to you. Surely he was just being nice and you read way too much into it, making a fool of yourself.

“Well, I–I’ll see you around then.” You hastily grab your glass and are ready to make a run for it, when his large hand wraps around your elbow.

“Looking forward to it,” he purrs, before he takes the two beers off the counter in front of him.

Awkwardness slowly sets in when you start walking in the same direction, but it doesn’t fully hit you until you both stop at the same table, your father beaming up at you.

“Sweetheart, you already met Dave I see, that’s great. Come, sit!”

You’re frozen, stupidly blinking between your father and the man beside you a few times. The man who introduced himself as David.

David. Dave. Oh. Oh.

“Y–yeah,” you stutter out eventually and plaster a smile on your face as you take a seat beside your dad. David looks just as dumbstruck as you feel when he slides into the chair opposite from you, quietly handing one of the beers over to your dad. His friend.

Your father launches into a story about their army days together and you’re nodding along, but not one word actively registers in your brain. The conversation eventually moves on to your dad’s recent work projects, the majority of the talking done by him, with the occasional question from David, while you’re silently sipping on your drink.

The initial embarrassment of the whole situation makes you want to sink down into the ground, but still you can’t keep your eyes from flicking to David again and again. They linger on his lips, constantly in a pout that you would give anything to feel against yours, the slight shadow of stubble on his cheeks at the end of the day that you know would scratch against your skin so deliciously, the way his hand dwarfs his beer on the table, thick fingers that could stretch– No. No, you’re not going there.

Your cheeks are burning and you stare down at the tabletop in front of you.

When your gaze lifts back up, David’s eyes are already trained on you, glinting like he knows exactly what you’ve been thinking about. You reluctantly look back at your father, who’s still rambling on about some big client that he’s currently dealing with, completely oblivious to the charged energy between his friend and you.

David shifts in his seat and his leg bumps against yours under the table. You grasp your drink tighter, forcing yourself not to react in any way, but you don’t move away either. Neither does he. You shoot him a look and the hint of a smirk plays around his mouth. He looks too damn good like this, so excitingly wrong in a way that makes your pulse flutter.

It feels like you’re burning up from inside and as little attention as your dad is paying to you, you’re certain that he’s gonna notice that something is off with you eventually. You hastily scramble to your feet and excuse yourself to the bathroom. You feel David’s eyes on you as you walk away until you’re out of sight.

The cool water that you run over your wrists and splash onto your cheeks does a poor job of calming you down. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you admonish yourself. It’s certainly not more than a tiny bit of flirting to him, if at all, just some harmless fun to amuse himself probably, and you’re getting this worked up about it.

No. You need to get out of this situation. You’re gonna walk back out there, make something up about a headache and catch a cab home. It will probably earn you a lecture about politeness later in the evening, but you’ll gladly take that.

When you approach the table again, your dad is just getting off his phone, his expression already far away. You know that look all too well, being subjected to it almost daily.

“Work emergency?” you ask, without a real question behind your words.

“Yeah,” he grumbles, getting up, barely looking at you, already all business. “Sorry, I gotta get to the office, Dave will drive you home. Right, Dave?”

Your eyes fly to David and you catch him swallowing hard, but he nods regardless, lips quirking up in a forced smile. “Of course.”

You both silently watch your father’s retreating back, already speaking into his phone again. The fabric of Dave’s pants ghosts against your bare leg below the table once more. You wish it were his fingers instead.

You hadn’t anticipated to be alone with him and all the reasonable thoughts that you’ve come up with in the privacy of the bathroom are wiped from your mind. It feels like you’re buzzing, a rush of excitement thrumming through your veins, like your body knows that you’re on the brink of doing something really stupid and really fucking tempting.

“I’m sorry, about earlier,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes as he takes in your expression. He still hasn’t moved his leg.

“I don’t think you are.”

Your stomach swoops at his words. You bite your lip. He wouldn’t be acting like this if he didn’t want you, would he? His eyes dart to your lips at the movement and darken. Fuck it.

“No, I’m not.” You pray that he doesn’t catch the slight tremble in your voice. He’s fucking intimidating and this is wrong on so many levels and you want him so badly to want you.

The tension between you is a palpable thing, almost making it hard to breathe when he leads you out of the club, his hand at the small of your back and causing you to shiver. Will he really just drive you home? Will he say something, do something, touch you more? You don’t know how to ask for any of it and desperately wish that he’ll take the reins, that somehow he already knows what you want. You have a feeling that he does.

He opens his car door for you, another thing that really shouldn’t affect you this much, before he walks around the vehicle and gets in beside you. You catch a hint of his cologne in the confined space and press your thighs together before you can stop yourself. Your heart is racing and you just know that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

He clears his throat. “We gotta stop at my place, I have some paperwork that I’d like your–” He interrupts himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles are white, “that I’d like Jim to look over for me.”

You nod, a small hum leaving your throat. The implication of going to his place has you reeling. He nods back, stealing a glance at you before he starts the car. You can’t help watching him as he drives, the subtle control that he exudes, the way the muscles on his thighs are flexing underneath the fabric of his pants. He looks over at you a few times, and you don’t have it in yourself to pretend that your eyes aren’t glued to him.

“See something you like?” he asks eventually, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Yeah,” you answer, so breathless it’s embarrassing and you shift a little in your seat. Your dress rides up at the movement, revealing more skin, and his eyes fly down instantly.

“Me too,” he rasps.

When he stops the car in front of his building, you decide that it’s time to be brave.

“Do you want me to come up with you?”

“No,” his answer comes instantly. His tone isn’t cold, but determined, not to be argued with.

“Oh.” Your cheeks are heating up again. You hate how small your voice sounds. “I thought–”

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, avoiding your gaze.

“I can’t. You’re– You know why. You know I can’t.”

“I don’t care. I’m an adult, I can do what I want.”

He shakes his head, still not looking at you.

“Sweetheart, stop. Trust me, I want to, but–”

“Please?” You’re begging, no dignity left in you, only want want want. “Just one time. Please, David?”

His eyes fly up to your face at that. You can see the shift, the way his expression hardens, turning into something feral that has heat growing between your legs.

“Just one time,” he repeats, his voice dark with desire, no longer trying to conceal it.

His hands find your thighs, grabbing at you roughly, moving you until you’re in his lap, legs spread wide, his breath fanning against your lips. One hand is in your hair, the other gliding under the hem of your dress, his touch turning you into a trembling mess.

“This is what you want?” he growls, the grip in your hair tightening. You don’t think that you’ve ever wanted anything as much as this.

“Please,” you whine again, and he presses forward, lips clashing against yours, the kiss all tongue and teeth and desperate need and you’re melting into him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands all over you now, grabbing at your dress, your skin, any place he can reach.

Your mouth travels over his cheek and down to his neck, sucking kisses and bites into his skin. The stubble scratches against your face just like you thought it would and you start working on the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, rolling your hips, desperate for friction. His grip steadies you, pulling down the neckline of your dress, kissing along the lace of your bra before he pulls the cups down too. A groan rises up in his throat as he cups your tits, thumbs circling over your already hardened nipples before he leans forward and sucks one into his mouth.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps, breath hot against your damp skin. You arch into his touch and he chuckles, sucking on the bud again before he bites down, eliciting a loud moan from you. His touch travels up your thighs, leaving a burning trail behind, until his fingertips rub over the soaked fabric of your panties and you gasp at the barely-there touch.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, pressing down harder. “Already dripping for me, huh? You want it that bad?”

You nod eagerly, pushing down onto his fingers.

“Alright.” He sounds just as wrecked as you feel. He starts undoing his belt buckle and his pants and you lift up just enough to allow him to shove them down his hips.

At the first glance at his cock, your mouth falls open, a silent breath escaping you. He’s big, certainly the biggest you’ve ever had, and maybe you should think about how you’ll take all of him inside of you, but you find yourself craving him, craving the stinging stretch, craving the feeling of being as close as possible to him.

“Don’t worry.” He seems mildly amused, catching your lips in another kiss. “We’ll make it fit.”

Another shudder runs through your body at this. “I’m not worried,” you admit in a whisper.

He laughs at that, a breathless sound that you instantly want to hear again.

“Good.”

He pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts one thick finger up into your slick heat without warning. His thumb rubs around your clit and you already feel an orgasm creeping up on you. He adds a second finger, his rhythm relentless, and you cry out, grabbing his shoulders, trying to steady yourself, but it’s pointless. You’re already clenching, so close to the edge, when he pulls out of you and fixes you with a hard glare.

“Not yet. You’re only gonna come on my cock tonight, understood?”

You want to scream, want his fingers back, but you realize that you also want this authority, want him to take control, to take whatever he wants from you. It’s a heady feeling, one that you’ve never experienced before, but you’re already desperate for more.

“Okay,” you agree, and his responding smirk is enough for another wave of wetness to gather between your legs.

With one steadying hand securely on your hip, he leans over to the glovebox, mumbling about protection, but you stop him, fingers looping around his wrist.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, I promise. You don’t need–”

He leans back, the grip on your hip tightening again.

“Fuck sweetheart, are you sure?”

You nod quickly, another “please” falling from your lips.

The grin on his face is downright feral as he hikes your dress up higher, eyes raking over your body. You’re sure that you look a mess, all intimate parts of you on display, your skin damp with sweat, your hair a wild nest. You curl in on yourself a little, but David won’t have any of that.

“Hey,” he growls, fingers digging into your thighs. “If I’m gonna do this, you’re gonna look at me and beg for it, are we clear?”

You lift your head, wide eyes searching his. Desperate to do what he asks, desperate for his approval. He’s gorgeous in the low lights, his cheeks flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face and chest.

“Please,” you whine. “Please David, I need you.”

His movements turn frantic at your words, moving you around until you’re positioned just above him, your panties pulled to the side, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, already soaking him.

“Just one time?” he rasps once more.

“Just one time,” you agree. You’d agree to anything right now.

He pulls you down slowly, beginning to part your walls. You whine loudly at the stretch. It burns, but you relish in the feeling of getting filled by him, and his responding groan has your lips pulling up in a smile.

You keep sinking down, moving until he’s completely sheathed inside you and your eyes fall shut at the overwhelming sensation. His fingers are on your chin in an instant, giving your head a light shake.

“Nuh-uh, eyes right here, sweetheart,” he reminds you, gritting the words out. He twitches inside you and you force your eyelids to open again.

“Feels so good,” you whine, your voice reduced to a broken, breathless thing, but then he starts moving and you’re not able to form words any longer.

He rolls his hips up into you and you meet his thrusts with your own movements, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. His hands are everywhere, digging into your hips, pinching your nipples, gripping your chin whenever your eyes are starting to slip closed again.

So you keep your gaze obediently on him, your eyes locked, delighting in the way his face scrunches up in pleasure, in the sounds that are falling from his lips, matching your own.

“Good girl, taking me so fucking well,” he groans, his hand connecting with your ass in a light slap. An obscenely loud moan escapes you in response and you clench around him, more wetness covering his length and your thighs.

He stills and leans back to take in your heated face and blown pupils, an amused smirk forming on his face. “You liked that, huh?”

You nod, once again unable to meet his eye.

“Hey,” he demands, his fingers grabbing your face again. “Eyes on me, remember?”

Your gaze reluctantly trails up and his smirk grows.

“So…” he drawls, slowly picking up his thrusts again, “what exactly did you like, huh? When I called you a good girl… or when I did this?”

He smacks your ass again and you grind down onto him almost instinctively. You’re burning up in shame, but you obediently hold his gaze.

“B–both,” you whisper, in disbelief that you’re admitting this to him, but you feel too good to hold back now.

“Fuck,” he growls, his movements speeding up and his grip on your hips bordering on painful, “knew you were a dirty little thing.”

Another slap lands on your skin, harder than before, at the same time that he thrusts deep into you. The combined sensations are enough to throw you over the edge that you had been teetering on since he first touched you and you scream out his name as you fall apart.

He holds your shaking body close, cock grinding into you as you pulse around him and he groans, burying his face in your neck, spilling his own release deep inside of you.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, mouth pressing against your skin. “Can’t believe that you let me–”

You barely make out the words, ecstasy still coursing through your veins, but you lean into him, holding onto his broad shoulders, feeling like his body is the only real thing in your world right now.

You stay like this, entangled in each other’s embrace until your breaths even out and he carefully lifts your face, pressing one more kiss against your lips. It hits you suddenly, that this might be the last kiss that you share with him. Just one time, right?

He helps you to properly put your clothes back on, supporting your weight as you slink back into the passenger seat, before he pulls his pants back on and jogs up to his apartment to gather the paperwork for your father.

Your father. His friend. Fuck. Now that the lust-induced haze has lifted a bit and you’re able to think more clearly again, the weight of tonight’s events starts crashing down on you. He would kill you. He can’t know, no one can.

Dave returns within minutes, his brow furrowed as he takes you in. You think that he clocks the growing panic that is probably written all over your face. He reaches for your hand, slowly enough that you could retract it if you wanted to, but you long for his touch, for the reassurance of it.

“You alright?” he asks softly.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

He nods back, not prying, which you are grateful for, and starts the car, making his way over to your house. Your hand still clasped in his. Both your release and his pooling in your panties.

You only let go of him when he pulls into the driveway and kills the engine. You don’t think that your dad checks the footage from the security cameras regularly, but it’s a risk that you’re not willing to take.

“Thank you,” you mumble, once again unable to meet his eyes. “I– I had a great night.”

He smiles, appearing more relaxed than he’d been all evening.

“Me too, sweetheart. Good night.” You feel his eyes on you as you walk up to the door.

You shower, reluctantly washing away all traces of the evening and crawl into bed. You still feel his hands on your skin, the sensation following you into your dreams.

When the morning comes, hushed promises of just one time echo in your head, but the desire to do it again, for more, is burning through your body, consuming your thoughts.

“Hey Dad,” you ask, stepping into his office where he’s brooding over documents, “I think I left my jacket in Dave’s car, could you give me his number? Maybe I can go pick it up.”

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[thatdisasterauthor]

Sigh.

Don't really want advice, I just need to vent a little. Gonna stick it under a readmore too, because it got a little long.

I'm burning out so bad at work. I love the idea of this business, it's super fun in theory, as is what I do there. But the way the business is run is a nightmare, and the job does not pay anywhere near what it should. And I thought that was going to get better this January, because the owner finally admitted that we need a full marketing department and asked me if I wanted to run it if I were to be given an appropriate raise, and I told him yes. Then we had our January meeting where we were supposed to discuss everything and he said he's actually decided to interview outside candidates and only consider me as one of them.

Which is fucking bullshit. I built this marketing department from the ground up. They didn't even have fucking business cards when I started. Every initiative I've done has gone massively well for being nothing but hit-the-bricks marketing with zero budget.

I get that, legally, they are required to post the job within the company, but they aren't legally required to post it outside the company as far as I can tell. (Nor have they ever done that before anyways...)

And before this was revealed to me, I sat in on an interview and all the owner talked about during the interview is how much he loves people coming into the business and finding their own way and building new skills. He went on and on about the two main people who have done that, and how much he values them. Neither of them had to reinterview against outside candidates to run the departments they now run. Just me.

I know why it's happening too, which makes it even more annoying. The owner has ZERO idea what I do. None. I do not report to him. Every time I'm in a meeting with him and start trying to explain stuff I get some version of "oh, I just don't understand all of that." I think there might also be a touch of not liking me because I stand up to him. There was a big issue with Twitter over the holiday marketing season because I explained how, despite being our best platform, Twitter was too unstable to be as useful as normal due to the Musk takeover and the owner went OFF about it, about how I shouldn't be "bringing politics into it." Nevermind that ANY corporate takeover is going to be destabilizing for a time and the man has never used Twitter in his life so how the hell would he know what's going on. (Also, not even 5 minutes later he told me he didn't want us using TikTok "because of the Chinese." What was that about not getting political, sir?)

It's really clear that I'm just never gonna get the respect and support I need at this job, despite how great my direct boss is. I'm also really fucking tired of working somewhere with an HR lady that can't do her job and refuses to give us direct deposit because it's "too hard" and doesn't put our accumulated sick time on our checks like she's supposed to because she can't figure out how to make the system do it, so we just have to email her if we want to know.

And I've been applying to jobs! I've had interviews! Some of them have seemingly gone well, it's just that none of them have gone all the way to hiring me.

Even if I get a new job it isn't going to fix the fact that I'm burnt out, because I can't afford to take time off between the jobs to actually rest. I've got, like, $100 in savings right now and nothing in checking until my paycheck shows up this week. (And because we don't have direct deposit, the check could show up anytime between Wednesday and Saturday, unless HR had some random shit come up and didn't get the checks out on time, which has happened before.)

And I should (should) have two weeks paid vacation now that I've hit my third year at this job, but I don't want to just use it all up in fucking January in case I am stuck here for the rest of the year, but I could really use those two weeks right now.

Then, in the background of all of this, is my art and writing stuff. Especially The Pits/its Kickstarter in a couple months. If that Kickstarter goes as well as I'm hoping I probably COULD afford to take some time off. But I won't know about that until the end of March when it finishes. And also, I really don't want to be putting all my baggage from my day job on this one project. That's not good for me OR the project.

I'm fucking tired. I was so close to finally getting ahead of all this before inflation hit last year. So fucking close. And then it all went away. I just want a job that pays me what I'm worth and respects what I can do. That shouldn't be so fucking hard.

[basuralindo]

You'll Have Me Rise ch.16 is up!

And I finally got to properly include Cater! (he's kind of a crossover from @terrible-eel's Trey/Cater fic!)

This time it's also featuring editing by @kamikazequail, so, if you notice an overall improvement in the polish, you know who to thank!

Also, thank you to everyone for being so supportive and patient this past week. It's been hellish, but you've all been great, and I'm glad to be able to pull back and put some time into something nice for a bit.

Now, I know I'm missing a few chapter notes that I wanted to mention on this, but I've been trying and failing to remember them since last night so I'm giving up for now (just leave a comment if you wanna hear my thoughts on something specific). Anyway the rest, as always, is under the cut

-Soooo about my "Kalim grew up around brutal assassination attempts and his only friend was a trained killer and overall he's just completely desensitized to graphic or spooky shit" theory? Slasher films must be more chill than his last family reunion,

-Hey so did I mention I love Cater and Lilia? This was my first time trying to write them, and I feel like it was clumsy, but I really wanted to show an outside view of Kalim and Jamil's dynamic through someone who's more familiar with modern human society. I feel like anyone observing these guys interact is eventually gonna experience that skincrawling dread of "something is not okay at home"

-Also yeah I imagine Jamil having the most deeply uncomfortable vibes once he's in his own environment. Like, the housewarden chambers is where he doesn't usually have to perform and mask for other people the same way, so once he drops the act a bit there's gotta be some sinister, angry detached shit under it all. Not to mention all the hostile magic woven into the area to protect Kalim. Kalim, of course, is desensitized to all this because that's just what his lifelong friend feels like. It's probably cozy

-Oh? The scarabia duo starting to develop wildly different english dialects as they spend more time with people of their choosing instead of assigned company? Big time side agenda to show an immediately perceivable metric of them growing into themselves separate of each other as time goes on? Couldn't be

-Speaking of language: I think I've mentioned before that Jamil allows himself to admit ignorance and ask questions to Azul more, because Azul always takes him seriously and doesn't try to embarrass him for not knowing a word or phrase. There's trust and respect there. With Cater he's also asking more questions because he knows Cater has been helping to tutor Kalim with some decent success, and is willing to test the waters a bit. Partially because he can barely keep up with Cater's lingo and is treating it like learning a new dialect, which he knows he'll need some help figuring out.

-Notes on their speech: Jamil focuses a little obsessively on impeccable grammar, vocab, and pronunciation in the hopes of not giving anyone more material to criticize him. He struggles more with casual lingo and slangs because of this (and not socializing much in general), and is afraid to fuck up at contractions so he tends to drop them when stressed/flustered or over text (some are easier than others, like I'm and it's vs don't and won't). Since he mostly learns from Azul lately, his speech skews even more towards formal and anachronistic. Kalim isn't that concerned with accuracy. He likes to socialize and starts up casual conversation easily, so he picks up a lot more slangs and dialectical quirks but doesn't apply himself to learning "proper" english much. He's able to navigate casual conversation well, but often fucks up at unfamiliar vocab and grammar rules, and doesn't sweat correct use of things like conjunctions so long as he can get the general point across. Cater helps him out a lot, so he picks up a lot of Cater's terminology and cadence and ends up sounding much more modern than Jamil. So, their differences in speech aren't a matter of intellect, just a difference in learning style and social values.

-So, Cater's supposed to be from the shaftlands, and his Halloween vignette mentioned moving a lot and never really fitting in, so I'm choosing to believe that he moved to the queendom of roses as a kid and had to transfer around there a bunch growing up.

-Headcanon that, because there weren't a lot of mages around the palace, and even less who would spare time to teach a servant, Jamil is mostly self taught. The result of that being a lot of kinda juryrigged practical spells that, once mastered, ended up being modified in various ways for whatever needs they could apply to. The things that weren't so self taught were mostly curses and assassin techniques passed down through his family, which also got modified over time for practicality and protecting Kalim. So a lot of his magic just feels immensely uncomfortable, like protection wards that are actually modified curses and shit like that. The rest is just very noticeably different from standard teaching, and of course Jamil doesn't want anyone to know he's invented so many of his own spells, so he downplays and straight up lies about it if asked

-Writing from Cater's perspective was a lot harder than I expected, but I really like him and wanted more of him in the story. And again, an outside perspective on this whole situation is much needed imo. Just, let someone actually look at Jamil and see that he hasn't gotten to be young yet

-The whispers movie is a reference to the Suspiria remake. The way dance is used for spells in that partially inspired Jamil's sandstorm dance in the first chapter, and it seemed like something he'd like

-Anyone: "Don't worry about it." Jamil: *Worry intensifies*

-Cater is out here holding the emotional intelligence and basic social skills of the entire school together. There wasn't a lot to go around, but he's making it work.

-I love the idea of like, between the preferential treatment and Jamil's own warped standards, his description of the octatrio and their merits being completely unrecognizable to the rest of the school. I don't think Cater would have been so encouraging if he knew who he was encouraging Jamil to give the benefit of a doubt to.

-Headcanon slightly supported by actual canon: I think Floyd has a relatively photographic memory, and he shows affection by taking note of the things that make people light up, and supporting those hobbies/interests with little relevant gifts, or just encouraging them to explore and talk about it and listening to them infodump. If it's particularly important to them he'll learn up on it enough to hold a real conversation. Since Azul and especially Jade are the type to get really deeply invested in every little detail of an interest, and he sees that Jamil seems to happily talk to both of them about that kind of thing, he figures there's a good chance Jamil would enjoy being bombarded with informative material and the like too.

-Since I'm bringing up Floyd's love language, I might as well add that I think Azul would deeply investigate to determine what someone might want from him, then try to provide it at a level above and beyond all expectations (partially driven by an obsession with proving his worth. potentially disastrous results when he misjudges what was actually wanted). Jade would give little gifts of things that a) he thinks they'd like, b) he wants to see how they'll react to, and/or c) he wants them to have because he likes the idea or aesthetic of it for them. These almost never include things they actually ask for, because it's more fun to experiment than just do something with guaranteed results. And he'd gift an overwhelming amount of these little things constantly, half because he gets a thrill out of seeing the reactions, and half because he wants the recipient to always feel the presence of his affection.

-Jamil, meanwhile, would probably show care through acts of service because it's all he knows so far (this may change over time as he heals). His hate language would be malicious compliance.

-Okay so I think Cater is absolute drunk aunt friend? I think he compulsively adopts people and drags everyone else into it and makes a whole project of helping them, and then ditches out for several weeks to have his own secret crisis. Then he pulls himself together and comes back chipper and doubles down on the project to keep his mind off of his issues because if everyone else is happy then he can fake it till he makes it. …I also think Riddle's overblot was a little traumatic and the idea of another one happening is freaking him out.

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father

Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

Leave all your love and your longing behind

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

I made another AU about Spooker again. Not sorry

I did send this idea to someone via anonymous ask, but sickness and low battery meant that it was worded pretty terribly, so here's a more detailed version.

Some world building:

In most states, Born Ghosts and Ghost hybrids are very scrutinised. Some do go as far to "remove" them. People who died then became Ghosts are safer, but not out of the woods.

There are two types of Paranormal Investigators: ones government-funded and ones local business. There are very few government ones since the local ones take care of them easily enough. They just swoop in with more "difficult cases"

Spooker is only part Ghost; she managed to hide her particalness, so everyone thinks she's full ghost.

Spooker uses she/her

The main jist of this AU is that Woah is Spooker's Biological Daughter. She and her partner were very excited and happy... until it was discovered that Woah was a ghost.

Spooker's Partner is absolutely disgusted at the turn of events and harshly accuses Spooker of being a ghost, which she keeps trying to deny, but Woah blows her cover free off, so they start to call the police.

Realising that both she and her baby are in grave danger, she grabs Woah, puts her in a spacious rucksack and takes off mid call, with her partner screaming, "Take your spawn out of my home, you creature!" After her

Spooker lives on the streat for a few days, but as her money starts to run low and with police looking for her, she realises she needs to leave fast. She starts moving from state to state over the next few months, taking low income jobs for money (until someone recognises her from the news and she flees again) until she notices an open position for the Paranormal Investigators. (not P.I.E. Different company)

I mean, it would be a great source of income, plus with the reputation the company has, the police couldn't do anything to her. She and Woah would be safe, even if they do get caught! So she applies, and by luck, gets the job.

One problem she didn't take into consideration: they are harsh on the paranormal, and that government paid companies are not to be trusted.

One month into the job, someone rats out to the supervisor that Spooker is suspended to be a ghost and also has direct kin (Woah). Spooker gets called up and is basically told "we know that your part ghost and about your kid. Bring them here so we can take you both to special jail"

Spooker says "sure ok :(" then as soon as she gets home, packs all essential things, puts Woah on her back and is on the run again.

Now one of the few Government ran investigators know of her existence. And they have the time and resources to chase her down. Shit

She's on the run for a year after that disaster, staying away from civilization except for the few gas stations and convince stores. Woah is older and now can't fit in the rucksack anymore, so she's on Spooker's shoulders during this.

At some point she ends up in North somewhere I don't know where P.I.E is based and decides to stay low in a city. She's far away enough that the Investigators can't find them, so she's got time. Right?

Well...

The money she's been saving is running low, so unless she wants to try stealing (she doesn't) she's gonna have to get a job. And it just so happens P.I.E is hiring. Against her better judgment, she applies. If worse comes to shove, she can just run for it again.

So now she's got some income to feed herself and Woah, and can relax a little. Of course, at some point they're going to find out about Woah, but at least she can prepare and stock for when it happens...

...until Ghost suddenly finds out like three weeks after she joins because Woah stumbled into him outside and demands an explanation then and there as to why there's a kid who's also a ghost.

Spooker tries to keep her answers vague, but Ghost keeps pushing and pushing until she finally emits that Woah is her Daughter.

Ghost proceeds to have the human version of a bluescreen and just splutters a "...what?" Spooker has realised she's backed into a corner at this point, so she tells him everything that's happened over the past two years. Ghost is at a lost for words, and also conflicted.

On one hand: he knows he should probably do something about the two ghosts standing right in front of him, but on the other: he doesn't exactly have it in him to throw them out after everything they've been though. He knows how it feels

(Plus most of P.I.E has pissed off the police/government one way or another, so he's not terribly concerned about that)

He decides to let Spooker keep the job, but he can't keep her secret; the rest of the team needs to know about Woah. Spooker reluctantly agrees to those conditions, expecting the worse.

While Toast and Colin are definitely shocked about Woah, they don't try to harm her. Sure they're definitely iffy about her, and Toast is a bit strict with her at time, but they're not willing to yeet a toddler and a part of the team into the wherever.

(Also Woah and later Spooker really likes Colin, even calling him 'dada' at one point. She's completely melted his heart.)

Of course, Spooker's problems aren't gone: she's still got many people after her, but she's got support, and that's better than going though it alone.

[mimikoflamemaker]

For what it's worth I have a sibling who worked a niche job from the age of 19 for over ten years and the last few years were basically becoming unbearable at the company. There was bullying, gaslighting, staff taking credit for other departments work, and other stuff. People she worked with and were close to started bailing outz one ended up having a nervous breakdown and seeking legal representation over another woman bullying her. My sibling started applying for roles because it was her workmates who kept her going. She didn't get the first few roles she applied for and also not many since it's niche roles. That was getting her down One she set her heart on was all positive down to the last two, implying she was a shoo in and they really liked her. Gave it to the other person. She was devastated felt like she was never gonna get out. She had to persevere and keep going keep applying. She now finally has a new job where it's more positive etc but it took a while. You just need to pick yourself up and keep applying and maybe look outside your comfort zone or something or train for something else. Hell maybe even retail or something. I don't really know your circumstances sorry but like something has to change for you as you sound so unhappy and this is a step in the right direction by applying for the role even as it didn't work out.

Hey anon,

I understand that this is trying to be uplifting and positive, but this message sounds exactly like everything I heard from people around me yesterday - "get yourself together and keep applying" or "there will be another job"

I know I have to get my shit together and I will eventually. I always will. As the oldest child and a daughter getting my shit together and stepping up is all I have ever done - maybe this is why it hits me so hard whenever I am found lacking in any capacity.

I've been consistently applying for jobs since early march. I went into meetings with career advisor to help me figure out what my priorities at work are like and where should I look for becasuse there is no way I am staying in logistics in any capcity what so ever. Hell I could probably go to my corner grocery store and likely walk out with a job - the problem is I don't want to JUST escape the shitty situation I'm in right now - I want a job that will not bring me to tears three months in and where I will be considered as more than a replacable office item. I want to do something I will find satisfaction in doing - and quite honestly, something that will pay comparably/better than what I'm doing now.

I'm working on improving my predicament, but it is so incredibly frustrating and disheartening when something you had such a high hopes for blows into your face. And I have every right to feel upset about it. To whine about it if I so wish. To feel completely and utterly hopless for a moment and cry if I need you. My feelings are valid, they are justified and I need to process them and let them go. I'm done with bottling and pretentding that nothing happened.

I will "pick myself up" - there is no other way around it - but hearing stuff like this, even well-meant, when all you want to do is wallow in self pity for a moment will not have an intended effect. Let people whine if they need to - everyone needs a healthy cry from time to time.

[the-firebird69]

Here's how it goes he's trying to apply himself tonight and he's getting some stuff done and he's helping us think this through and this is a good idea this is one of my favorites porsches and it is my company and we have several of these and they are very fast and extremely popular different models of this particular number which is 9/11. They like the number 'cause they're a little weird and I do too because it is elfo now we're gonna head and we made the prototypes for this and the conversion there's some things that should be explained.

- The back end roof line should slope at almost a straight angle to the rear of the car and that's not too hard to modify you need to take off the rear panel on Bumper area the top and the bottom of it and the rear quarter panels and you'll notice that there is a panel in the middle, This actually your trunk lid that comes off completely and you can discard it or store it. So you have those panels off and you have a rear window that the angle of that windows completely wrong salaging a window is one of the world's most impossible tasks and we're not gonna ask anybody to do that. So what happens is you take the window out and you notice that the panel on the new vehicle goes up like a solid piece and it has markings on it because it has an engine below it usually in this case it'll be a front wheel drive and the engine stays in the front. And it is a decent vehicle for this conversion it is a good idea.

And he says I can't wait to get to the shop and Hera and she meant says ohh no And she meant it yeah so you see the middle panel and says the Volkswagen symbol that opens into a trunk believe it or not it's very steep that angle. And the bumper comes off completely it's a monstrosity of a bumper it looks like the fat **** of one of these ladies. And they loved it they drove him around and had a good time then they got made fun of ridiculed and it was too much now this is a conversion for them and he said it's for the ladies and there's a couple reasons mostly because it's smaller and kind of a cute idea but really it's not it's a very fast car you convert the car and it starts off with about 140 horsepower you do the top end the exhaust and you put on rims and tires that are new and of course the kit which is the full body and interior and gages and all the doodads and it was about a 130 mph top speed once you do the kit of that fashion into a 9/11 and we will offer several which is typical now but it's classy and people like it. You can go a top speed of about 230 mph. And he says there's my first car. It requires some skill these are gonna be plant on so people don't hurt themselves what you need to do is pull out the old window and you trim the window a little not a ton and it's going to go over the window opening and you have like a extension jam from the new window and it goes inside and there's a trim piece so you put a template on there and you cut it out and the trim piece covers the extension jams and it's a finished edge and it's very nice it's a modern looking extension. And that tail goes out to the new bumper and we extend the actual physical mechanism of the safety bumper. And then the ferring goes over it and it is a portion of the wheel well yes and those are extended and they're smooth and those also attach to the vehicle you saw them doing it with that kit and they bolted on you can see the bolt holes and that's terrible ours attaches to the frame and there's places and you just use the old to fabricate that use the we use the old fenders to mash it up exactly where they are connected and you have a shape on the outside and it doesn't matter to people with the shape on the inside is it looks fine but it's a little crazy looking and it's not easy to build. Found you guys scratching your heads. Our son could figure it out but it'd take him quite a while no he just take the molds off the 9/11 and he kind of cut and shave and fit it and eventually be done just like BG does and he has one of these no So it is partially our son's idea but it's not and when you open that back hatch the extension jam actually stays with the car and the window comes down to it it doesn't really touch it has a gasket on it and you can't see it and you can open the rear trunk. So now you put on these side rear fenders and it's the same color as the volkswagen by the way we match up with the host or donor car. And the doors have to stay in. But the window needs adjustment on the side and there is a piece that you put in inside the vehicle it's standrell and it is the color of the vehicle and there's a special way to attach it and it stays put and it's very nice and there's not much cutting of the vehicle now I'm moving to the front of the vehicle you pull off the left and right quarter panel the hood the bumper and the fender itself and there's a completely new fender system on the front or it wouldn't pass inspection and it protrudes a foot and 1/2 just like the rear asked the tires.

more on the next post

Black God and Goddess

Olympus

this rocks good

Thor Freya

very nice

Hera

[thevulturesys]

System Updates

Hey again, it’s Fati, we went on a little hiatus because life has been very hectic so I haven’t had the time to post and all that jazz. I will not apologize for that, however, because you should NEVER apologize for prioritizing yourself and your mental health. The good news is I’m here to give y’all a few system updates ^_^ For starters, we’re down to.... 16 members...? Idkk that’s what PK (PluralKit) says but I’m assuming this hasn’t been updates as I’ve been,,, frontstuck for a while now @_@

Innerworld:

Our innerworld has also changed since the last time Knives made a post about it (hence why that post has been deleted). I’ll make it as brief as I can for you all though! Our innerworld looks like a huge mansion and we all live in it. Every one of us has their own room; most of the adults’ rooms are on the third floor while most of the younger ones’ is on the second floor. The first floor is a basement which I have no access to so I can’t speak much on it, unfortunately. Though, if you go outside, there’s a huge forest, if you walk further down that forest and move to your right, there’s a lovely barn with plenty horses.

Alters:

Like I stated previously, we’re down to 16-ish members. I say “ish” because I’m not sure as that list hasn’t been updated on PK and I can’t update it myself since I don’t have the proper knowledge to do so. Besides that, our main fronters have changed yet again. It is now me, Evelyn, as host, and Riley and Jeff (roles undefined). In innerworld, I spend the majority of my time playing video games and getting company from my dog, Buddy (who gets lots of cuddles and kisses). Other than that, I draw.

Our system does this thing where we’ll be grouped with different alters to try and get along with each other every month, my current group-mates are Riley and Jeff so I’ve been spending my time with them as well; we play board games at night or watch horror movies since we’ve found that that’s a shared interest between the three of us (though Riley isn’t all as passionate about horror movies as Jeff and I are). 

I’ve found that Riley isn’t as bad as I thought him to be, we are slowly starting to get along, actually. We even make Ghost jokes,, because his name’s Riley. It’s an inside joke so I don’t expect you all to understand it but I found out he also changed his PK pfp to Simon Riley as well which I personally thought was hilarious. 

Jeff, on the other hand, has become calmer; what I mean by that is he’s become less possessive and overprotective which’s good because he used to scare everyone at sight away from me. I don’t intend on fully sharing his reasonings, not only because of privacy reasons, but also out of respect for him, I believe it’s just not my place to speak on it.

Life:

We graduate in 5 months, we’ve also already applied for college,,, *woohoo*! Our birthday’s also coming up which I’m excited for for the first time ever because my partner’s sending me his hoodie (we’re long distance) and I think it’s gonna be our first birthday celebrating without trauma taunting us though I can’t say part of me doesn’t have a bad feeling about this year,,, I guess time will be the judge of that though I’m hoping my gut feeling’s wrong. I will update you after my birthday to let you know, however! I’m taking my IELTS test tomorrow, I’m hoping I do well as it’s part of our college reqs. I’ve already finished my SATs and I’m impatiently waiting for our scores to come out. 

My mental health has been not-so-great and I’ve almost relapsed at least 3 times this past month but I’m holding on. At least I’m alive, hey? I want to end this post at a light note so I'll talk about my mental health on another post on another day but this is the basic gist of it all. If there’s anything y’all want me to talk about, don’t hesitate to leave a comment, I respond to any and all. Have a good day!!

[a-captions-blog]

[Video description: TikTok by @ JasminesGarden23, a Black person sitting in a chair and talking rapidly at the camera about the United States’ TikTok ban. Long transcription follows.

I’m gonna say something controversial, and your cognitive dissonance will deactivate your critical thinking the moment you feel triggered. I’m not trying to offend you, but if you find yourself upset, self reflect. I saw something from Kat Williams talking about a liar knows the lie that they told. If they hide something on their left, they’re going to keep looking at their left, even if they told you that it was on the right. And then you went on to say Black people have forgotten their identity. White people have not forgotten Black people’s identity. This is why we’re always under attack. TikTok. Why is TikTok always under attack? I keep seeing videos on it, and people are talking about “because we’re realising we’re in an oppressive regime, and we’re fighting back against our government because we hate them, and we support Palestine.” That’s the tip of the fucking iceberg. They’ve been talking about banning TikTok, but this time, they’re not bluffing, and I wanted to know what was different, and I think it’s because we did something that actually worked this time. Think about Starbucks, think about Kellogg, think about the fact that there’s a list going around for how many other companies we plan on hitting. Instead of trying to eat the rich, we starve the rich. Y’all have to remember, our government is like NASCAR. Congress, your representatives, your senators, the people that you think are working for you; they are bought and they’re paid for. They’re like the drivers and the cars. They have one to two major sponsors and 50 to 100 mini tiny sponsors. Not the fact that you’re just pissed off with your government; it’s the fact that you’re pissed off and doing something. They are so used to us being kinked out on our comfort. Most of us are sluts for leisure. You like your AC, you like your internet access, you like social media, and they know this. So they know most people will not [quote unquote] “ride at dawn,” but we started figuring out ways to put dents in the system. Pulling your money from Starbucks, from Kellogg, it does in fact do something because they have politicians on payroll, so now they’re applying pressure to the politicians, and the politicians are applying pressure to this motherfucking bill. [Text on the video says Cackles in Capricorn as the speaker laughs]. I told you earlier that your government is like NASCAR, so those 50 to 100 stickers that are on there are not just large companies or sponsors that you would recognise like Kellogg and Starbucks and oil companies, or even these companies that are buying up all the single family homes, even though all of this is fucking connected and planned. No, some of these are small, private organisations that you’ve never heard of, but they’re funded by people that you know and you go, ‘well what the fuck are they doing in this?’ Y’all sometimes forget places like Hollywood, the entertainment industry are also government entities. This is literally their partner of propaganda. Who else is going to be pushing their motors and agendas? Y’all have to start looking a little bit deeper. Everything is about a fucking paper trail. TikTok Shop came through, and it started platforming business overnight. These same people get platformed overnight have the ability to replace the people that we are destabilising, and y’all are not putting two and two together. We are starting to form a community for real outside of our government, and they see this, and it scares them, ‘cause how else are they gonna keep their lights on in their million dollar homes? \End descriptions]

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#304

“Mr. Williamson please sit.  I’m glad you could stick around.  I know that you want to bail and have a beer with the guys as everyone is eager to start a three-day weekend.  You're going to the lake, right? I hear you have a new boat and a new F-250 to show off.  But I have something to talk to you about.  Ever since I took over this company, there has been resistance to my management style, especially at this site.  That’s bound to happen any time there’s a takeover.  After a while, things settle down to an equilibrium.  Not here.  You guys think that because you guys are so far from the other sites that you can make up your own rules.  As I told you all on Monday, this stops now.  You all bitched and complained.  I thought that things would finally start to settle down.  That is until yesterday when I come back from lunch and find this on my desk….

“That smirk tells me everything I need to know.  Mr. Williamson, is this your gift to me?  Oh, don’t try to deny it.  The security camera outside my office shows only you enter my office yesterday at lunch.  It’s hard to miss a six-foot five man of your size….  What?  Nothing to say? 

“Consider this.  This weekend you are heading to the lake with your new truck and boat.  From what I heard you telling the other guys that you get your kids this weekend.  It must be hard to be away from them except for twice a month.  I know you look out for them.  You must pay a lot in child support.  I paid for my son quite a lot until he went to Arizona State, so I know how difficult it can be.  You have what three kids?  Four!  Wow.  That’s a lot of support to pay.  It's a good thing you have this job.  I know we pay you quite well, just over six figures. 

“Now, let me ask again, did you put this Vaseline on my desk?...  If you make me show you the footage, I will terminate you on the spot.  Not only will you not be able to make payments on your truck and boat, but also child support payments.  You’ll lose your retirement.  And good luck finding another job that pays this well.  So, did you?...

“See.  That wasn’t so difficult to admit.  Now, why did you leave this on my desk?  What’s the point?  I better hear the start of an answer in the next five seconds….  A joke?...  That’s interesting.  I don’t understand it.  Explain the humor….  I’m serious.  What did you want me to do with this Vaseline?...  How does Vaseline make me ‘loosen up?’  You can stop the awkward laughing.  Tell me.  You need to weigh your next response—remain awkwardly silent and tell your three daughters and one son that you got fired or tell me the instructions for loosening up with Vaseline….

“Wait, so applying a gob of it to my asshole will somehow make me better to work with?  I don’t get the humor of that or the logic of it.  Let’s try this another way.  Here catch.  Demonstrate how fingering an asshole with petroleum jelly will transform you into a better employee.

“I’m fucking serious.  There’s a reason I asked you to stay late tonight rather than yesterday.  We are the only two here.  Now, boots off, pants off, skivvies off, legs up and wide, and show me.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven,…  Good.  Good.  I’m gonna sit back and watch what you are doing….  Damn, those are some hairy legs; they are going to look great in the air.  Undies too….  Wow! That’s one impressive piece of meat.  No wonder you have four kids.  These chairs will have to do.  Sit back and raise those ankles.

“You are one hairy beast.  Reach down like those bitches do in the porno and spread your cheeks so I can see your hole.  Relax, this is between a boss and his employee.  No one else needs to know, nor will they.  Now apply the Vaseline….  Oh put more than that.  You are the biggest asshole here, and you really need to be loosened up….

“Stick that gob in deep.  Use your middle finger.  Work it in there.  Yeah.  Do a second finger.  Oh man.  I can’t tell if you are enjoying this.  Your face says no, but your fingers are going to town.  Close your eyes, relax, and enjoy.  Yeah, just like that....

“Now look at me.  Fuck yeah.  That photo is a keeper, definitely.  Hey!  Don’t move.  The photos have already been taken, and they are on their way to the cloud.  So no chance of them getting deleted. Get those legs back up.  I said it’s done.  Those photos are there to protect me from you doing something stupid.  I said get those legs back up!  Your job depends on your feet not touching the floor. 

“It appears that you need some more time ‘loosening up.’  Put another gob of Vaseline on your finger.  You know, I don’t think the gob is going in deep enough to have an effect.  Your finger is what four inches long?  I think it needs to go at least seven inches deep.  Now if there only something around that is seven inches long and that can fit in there even if it is a tight fit.  Hmmm.  Hmmm.  I have an idea.  Why don’t you reach under and put that gob on me.  Don’t look at me like that.  You know this is going to happen. 

“Oh that feels so good.  I don’t normally use Vaseline, but you were the one who chose it.  Now relax.  I’ll take over putting it in deep.  Relax.  Yes, it’s painful, but less so if you relax your hole….  Like that.  Oh man.  Your hole was made for this.  Oh fuck.  That gob is deep.  But I need to push it in even further.  Oh yeah.  It’s in deep.  Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Fuck.  FUCK Yeah!! 

“Fucking A!  That was good.  Now keep your legs up for a moment.  I’m gonna pull out.  Now that’s a sight.  Oh man, you are leaking some of my spunk.  Stay put, I want this pic too.  Are you crying?  Good!  I got a pic of that too. 

“Now you can put your legs down.  I have to get going here.  I’m glad we could work this out.  You can get dressed.  Or, you can sit there wallowing in your own shame.  I don’t care.

“When you are riding around in your boat looking at your four kids this weekend, remember what you did, you did for them.  I know you only see them every other week.  And on those off weeks, I fully expect you to come over to my place for further training. You need to be reminded who is boss here.

“I’m out of here.  And clean up your mess.  But before I go, I have to say that a little Vaseline really does make one loosen up.  I’m glad you made the suggestion.”

[archivallyfound09]

Entering the Villain Era pt. 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations. Now we're rockin 'n rollin! Not sure where I want this to go right now....

Part One.    Part Two.    Part Three.    Part Four.     Part Five.    Part Six

"Mornin darlin'."

The words had barely left Jake's mouth when you spun around on your heel. You eyes narrowed and your hand dropped to the side with the folders tightly clenched between your fingers and your palm. You jaw set and you felt your aviators slide down your nose a bit.

"Don't you dare," you growled. There was a clear line of demarcation between here and what had happened last night. You were still fighting between how you were supposed to respond to Jake and the confusion was starting to eat at your usually icy demeanor. Jake quirked an eyebrow.

"What happens outside of work is not what happens here. Understood?" You saw something flicker in his eyes and his smirk lessened, but it didn't leave his face. You opened to say something more to dissuade him from trying you today, but he gave a two fingered salute and wandered off to change with a simple "ma'am."

You rolled your eyes, pushing you glasses up your nose and heading towards the office to turn on the comm system and the tracking radar- Hangman on a screen was the only way you were going to handle him together.

----

After a few hours of directing (and redirecting) the pilots to try and fly the course in the best way possible with optimal results, you stretched, closing another folder full of results to bring up to the main office. You spun around in your chair and were face-to-face with a smirking Maverick. You looked at him with little to no amusement, waiting impatiently for him to pipe-up whatever he was grinning about.

"You didn't tell me you had company last night..." he drawled, leaning against your doorframe. You rolled your eyes and huffed, pushing past him.

"Didn't know I needed to get approval to have a personal life," you retorted, stepping out into the hangar. You heard his laugh and your sucked your teeth, letting out an annoyed hiss. "What, Maverick?"

He shrugged, the smirk still plastered on his face and you glared at him before stalking off to the stairs. Your hand was resting on the cool metal of the door handle, about to apply pressure, when he spoke again.

"Just thought it was weird seeing Lt. Seresin's vehicle out in front of your place, that's all."

-----

"So where were you anyway?" Phoenix interrupted, looking at Hangman across the pilot's lounge. He paused, mid-word, with Yale and shrugged.

"Why? You worried I'm gonna be home after my curfew?" He sneered with a grin, earning and exasperated eyeroll and groan from the female pilot.

"Coyote said he saw you bolt out of here after dinner- just trying to figure out what's messing with your head-"

"Yeah, you missed dollar wells at The Hard Deck." Everyone in the room turned their attentions from Phoenix and Hangman to Bob, who was perched in the corner. He was fiddling with a model of an A-10 Warthog and looked up when his comment was met with silence.

"I mean-" he stuttered, "That's what the sign said behind the bar..." Phoenix groaned and stood up, stalking her way over to Hangman and Fanboy and Payback both laughed (both with and at Bob).

"I don't want something getting in the way of this mission. It's going to be one of us up there and if your focus isn't on this mission than maybe-"

"Maybe, what?" he snarled, standing up from the chair he had be sitting in and towering over her. "Seems to me, none of this concerns you. Unless someone died and made you JTAC," his usual cockiness had returned in full force, and there was a hint of meanness underlying his words. The tension in the room changed and everyone noticed.

"Okay- so not getting into your head, was someone at least getting into your pants?" Coyote looked at Fanboy, hoping for some backup to break the tension. He was rewarded with a loud laugh as the tightness in the room dissolved. Hangman looked up at the pair, his sneer dissolving into a typical "cat caught the mouse" grin.

"I KNEW IT!" Fanboy yelled, wrapping an arm around Coyote and leaning in, "Okay, Hangman, spill. All of it." Hangman laughed, greatly enjoying the attention and the enormity of the real secret he was hiding.

"Hey now, you know I never kiss and tell..." he started, sitting back down and crossing an ankle across his knee as he fiddled with the cuticle on his thumb. Phoenix stalked away, sitting down on a barstool and leaning against the counter, clearly still annoyed.

"But you do fuck and brag," she countered, desperately trying to persuade herself that her interest wasn't piqued in Hangman's new conquest. Hangman looked at the ceiling and sighed.

"Exactly, birdbrain, I don't kiss and tell. So you're safe to assume it didn't get beyond that."

The trio of male pilots looked at each other in disbelief, confused at how Hangman's cockiness had returned from-a makeout session with some mystery woman? That certainly wasn't his style. The three mumbled a few incoherent sentences and then started back towards the foosball table, unsure of what had gotten into their teammate.

------

You knew he was mad about Maverick selecting Rooster as his wingman. He had been actively avoiding you since the announcement of him and Phoenix and Bob being the leads on the mission. 'Runner-up back-up squad' was not something Hangman was enjoying winning right now and you knew that.

You continued your briefings with the A-team, going over expectations and protocol, proving how much you had learned about all their dynamics and decisions. Most surprised was Maverick, who hadn't considered that you had been analyzing and anticipating everything he had done in the simulations and in real life.

As the crew exited out of the office, you checked your watching and looked at the setting sun, knowing tomorrow was the day everyone shipped off to the aircraft carrier. You were glad to have already packed and made your way out to your car, quickly noting the stares of a few of the reserve team members attempting to sneak glances at you as you left for the day.

"See you tomorrow, boys," you called over your shoulder, laughing to yourself as you heard them curse and one going as far to say "how the FUCK did she see us?!"

------

You walked across the tarmac on the ship and sighed, happy to be back on the water, but incredibly restless with the mission. You knew your team was ready, but they didn't know it themselves. You took your seat at the flight deck, headset and mic on, notes and battle plans to your right, a large mug of coffee on your left.

As you heard the aviators check in from their cockpits, you looked to your controller for the a-okay. When he gave you a thumbs up, you hit a button, forcing on a bright red light that assaulted your eyes.

"We are go. Let's get these motherfuckers, shall we?" You heard Maverick laugh over the radio and you smirked as a few admirals and other officials nearby turned to look at you. "We are wheels up, Maverick." You gave a thumbs up to the grounds crew leader below and he saluted up, giving a signal to Maverick as he took off from the ship.

The same thing happened twice more. "Rooster, we are go. Wheels up, kiddo." "Phoenix and Bob, wheels up, go blow something up." You barely remembered what you said beyond the initial checks, watching out the window at the F-18s were launched into the sky. You looked over to the screens, watching the beacons blink over and over as the trio neared their drop zone.

-----

You took in a shaky breath, looking at Admiral Simpson who looked more annoyed than anything. Your eyes darted over to Hondo who had been leaning against the doorframe just out of your view until this moment. He shook his head and then gave you a quick upwards nod. You hit the button again.

"This is a go for backup-one. Hangman, this is a go," you got the thumbs up, "we are wheels up, Hangman." You refused to look at either of the admirals now flanking your shoulders as you waited for Hangman's confirmation. When Bates was about to speak, your headset crackled as you heard a jet engine start up outside the window.

"Yes, ma'am. Backup one is a go." You heard a hitch in his voice and you paused, knowing he was extactic to go, but also cautious of what he was going to find. You answered back to the unasked question in his voice.

"Got you all the way in, Hangman. You know what to do-" as you watched his plane launch, you saw Bob and Phoenix nearing back to the aircraft. As she communicated with the flight deck, your heart suddenly stopped when you saw Roosters beacon pop up on the radar in front of you. Then Maverick's appeared out of thin air. You motioned to Hondo to look at the screen. He gave you an incredulous look and shook his head with a small laugh.

"Hangman, take a look at your radar," you heard Phoenix say over the waves. When he didn't respond right away, you decided to jump in and do your job.

"Go bring those boys home, Lieutenant," you commanded, glad that Jake was already in the air and on target to help with some bogeys that had caught onto whatever Maverick and Rooster were flying.

"Yes ma'am!" came the enthusiastic reply. "Anything for you."

----

Part Eight

A/N: sorry to rush through the mission part, I'm exhausted having written it in detail a few times in other series. Jumping into some more fun stuff here shortly!

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[luciferscoffeemachine]

Meeting GN!MC’s parents

—

This HC sponsored by my mom’s reaction to demon anime boy otome game

Lucifer

“Mom, this is my friend that I’ve been talking about! Please don’t try to exorcise him.”

Cue eyebrow raise

He’s one of the most well mannered of the brothers, so at least he has that going for him

However, that will not stop your mother from clutching a bottle of holy water and staring threateningly at Lucifer, the Morning Star, avatar of Pride

It’s almost entertaining to him that she’d threaten him. She’s got guts, he’ll give her that

Surprisingly, dinnertime conversation is almost salvageable

“Listen young man-” “mom please” “No! Lucifer, you may be very powerful, but my MC is the most important thing in the world to me and if you hurt them you’ll regret it”

“…Yes Ma’am.”

Get him telling stories about his brothers and they might actually get along!

“I’m surprised she was this calm about you. When I came home the first time she was burning sage and had a priest try to drive any possession out of me”

She what MC

—

Mammon

“Listen I love you but if you ruin this for us Mom’s gonna try to purge me of demons again and Dad’s gonna help so please behave.”

He’s so intimidated

If your dad keeps glaring at him he’s going to cry please save your man MC

You bring up that he’s a model and your mom starts sharing stories about when she used to model for a small company

They’re…actually getting along?

“Oh my god, and then they told me I needed to lose 30 pounds and I was already down to just 140–” “They tell me that all the time! ‘Mammon, ya can’t drink water for a day so your muscles are more defined,’ ‘Mammon, ya gotta take up smokin to stay thin—” “Ooh that reminds me of when—”

Your father is staring into your eyes and silently begging for mercy but you will not help him

Your mom now loves Mammon and is willing to help get him jobs in the human realm as well as in the Devildom

Your dad is melting into his chair

Don’t help him this is really funny

—

Leviathan

God please help him

It took so much to convince him to even come meet your parents MC why do they have to be religious

Your dad has wikipedia pulled up and is asking poor Levi on everything on there while Levi tries not to start shaking and crying

“Honey, stop quizzing the boy, you’re ruining dinner. What do you like to do for fun, Leviathan? MC mentioned you like anime! Have you watched sailor moon before? :)”

Mom no

Your mother and Levi are now frantically infodumping to each other while you and your dad listen

“Oh weren’t those two cousins? I never understood their dynamic.” “[deep breath] WELL—”

At least they’re having fun

POV your mother is explaining advanced government tech to a literal demon while your dad is outside on the phone

“So Leviathan as in the kid who made the fortnite song?” “MOM NO—”

Satan

It took so much bribing to even get your parents to let him near your house

To his credit, he’s being very polite

Until your dad brings up literature

Oh no

Oh god why is it getting political

Why is Satan bringing up the political importance of early 20th century gay literature in modern politics what the fuck is going on

You Have Given Up

Your dad brought up the book Atlas Shrugged and now your mom is on Satan’s side

By the end of dinner your mother has added at least 20 new books to a list of things to read and your father has grown a burning hatred for this man

You probably get kicked out just so that your parents don’t start a massive fight over this

Whoops

—

Asmodeus

You are going to get kicked out

“Is he…uh…y’know…” “mom he’s the avatar of lust I don’t think that really applies” “avatar as in airbender?” “Mom”

Your parents, to no surprise, Do Not Like Him

However, somehow he’s gotten your dad talking about playing gay chicken with military boys and honestly you’re living rn

You really never knew how much gay shit he had done before today so dinner has really been a learning experience for everyone

Your dad is too absorbed in reliving gay chicken memories to care about dinner

What the fuck is going on

He definitely gets kicked out of the house but there’s a nice ice cream shop a few minutes away so you two end up going there and having a great time

—

Beelzebub

You’re at a buffet and he keeps getting up to get more oh god you’re gonna get kicked out

Funnily enough everyone is hyped about it because someone’s finally getting their money’s worth out of that buffet

“So does he always eat like this?” “Yeah he can’t help it he’s just built different”

Your dad is at least very impressed by how built he is

Don’t let him admit to being a cannibal don’t fucking do it please MC we’re counting on you

He’s super soft and nice as always so they have a very good impression of him

You all get kicked out

But it was funny

—

Belphelgor

“Do not bring up the time you killed me they’ll beat you to death” “:/”

Belphie please stay awake for dinner

You may or may not have given him a few 5 hour energies to keep him awake through the whole visit

He’s not really awake enough to make a bad impression

Well they’re getting along so that’s good I guess

As soon as you leave Belphie just passes out in your arms so you have to carry him home

—

Lord Diavolo

Congrats! The (future) king of hell has imprinted on your dad and now has a new father figure!

unless you like dad jokes, the amount of dad jokes at the table are going to make you pass away

They’re having such a great time

Ok you assumed this would be bad but they’re actually getting along great this is incredible

If your parents refer to Diavolo as a future son in law or son or whatever he’ll start crying tears of joy

This is like watching a baby kitten being accepted by new parents

Well I guess he’s family now

—

Barbatos

They are beyond impressed with his manners

This is not his house why is he treating them like the guests??

Probably the best demon to ease people into the fact that you’re. Yknow. Living in actual hell the Devildom

He mentions an incident where he had to save Diavolo from some ill intentioned demons and your mother immediately begins sharing how she almost became a bodyguard for royalty once

Very cursed vibes in this Chili’s tonight

Solomon

“AS IN THE KING?? IN THE BIBLE????”

Your dad’s made a cradle snatcher joke at least 7 times within the first 15 minutes of meeting him

His sus vibes are Not Helping

Honestly you probably should have brought Barbatos with you this was a horrible idea

“I don’t mind if you two get together, just don’t cut the baby in half.” “DAD—”

It seems your dad’s a comedian now

Things are going to go horribly but in a really funny way so it was pretty much worth it

Simeon (plus guest of honor Luke)

He brings Luke because he’s not comfortable leaving him unsupervised

He’s super kind, and also an angel, so he makes what’s probably the best possible impression

Luke is messing around in the kitchen and around the house while you’re all vibing

Your parents have pretty much welcomed Luke (and Simeon I guess) into the family at the end of the visit

Simeon’s just generally the best possible pick to bring with you

[samstree]

A Study in Blushing

In which Jaskier makes a surprising discovery and decides to test it out.

(tooth rotting fluff, blushing geralt, soft jaskier, love confessions, kissing, winter at kaer morhen, rated teen, 3000 words)

Also, I know witchers can't blush in canon but seriously we should all know better.

read on AO3

“Gods damn it, bard! I know Geralt tolerates all your shit because he’s in love with you, but you gotta put things back where they belong!”

Lambert grumbles something more all the while putting the training swords back on the shelf, and Jaskier’s mind stops.

The world zeroes in on the words he’s in love with you and suddenly Jaskier can’t form words.

“W...What did you—”

“I said—” Lambert throws down the last one with a clunk. “—the swords go back on the shelf!”

“Geralt...is in love with me?” Jaskier breathes, unbelieving.

Lambert pauses, “Don’t you know?”

“No...?”

“Fuck. Pretty boy can’t get his head out of his ass and now I have to suffer.”

With that, Lambert tries to shoulder past Jaskier but the bard is having none of it. “No!” he puts a hand on Lambert’s chest. “Don’t even think about it. How? Since when? And how do you know?”

Lambert mumbles something unintelligible, before sighing long-sufferingly. “It’s too obvious, Buttercup.”

“How is it obvious? Does Geralt walk around with the words ‘I’m smitten with my bard and all the grumpy face is faked’ written on his forehead? How, pray tell, is it obvious?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Lambert, the bastard, raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Did you truly not know?”

“No!”

Jaskier is so close to grabbing Lambert by the collar just to shake some answers out of him, and finally, the youngest wolf takes pity on him.

“He looks at you differently when he thinks you are doing something cute. He trips over his words after you call him sweet names. The worst of it all—he blushes any time you are close. Blushes, like a fucking maiden. Urgh, I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh,” Jaskier deflates, “Witchers blush?”

“See for yourself.” Lambert rolls his eyes, walking past Jaskier with a few long strides. “And put the swords back!”

 ~~

Jaskier decides to test it out, because there’s no way Geralt is in love with him.

Loving him as a friend, sure, why not? Despite what ignorant folks claim about witchers, Jaskier knows by experience that Geralt has a heart bigger and more capable of love than most. But Geralt being in love with Jaskier? Like, he-wants-to-kiss-him in love with him? No way.

Blushing because of him? Ha! More like in Jaskier’s wildest dreams.

Although that would be really cute.

“Pass me the salt, honey?” Jaskier reaches out a hand to the other end of the table, and Geralt passes the salt without thinking.

Hmm.

No tripping over words.

“Thank you, dear heart.”

He’s putting as much sweetness in his voice as possible and Geralt is…normal. His eyebrows are raised to the roof, and there’s a faint smile by the corners of his eyes. But that’s just how Geralt is…right? He’s home and he’s relaxed, he smiles with his eyes rather than his lips, and it’s got nothing to do with Jaskier.

Jaskier chews, staring at Geralt subtly.

Not subtle enough.

“Something on my face?”

“No—” Jaskier chokes, hacking like a fool and tipping sideways. “Just—too much salt.”

Geralt scoffs, the faint smile turning into a brief grin, and hands over a cup of water.

Jaskier wants the ground to swallow him whole.

 ~~

The snow is terrible.

The whole keep is freezing like an ice cube, and Jaskier has to blow on his hands from time to time just to function in the library. He’s the lucky one, in the grand scheme of things. The witchers still need to go outside to fix up the walls and tend to the animals.

Geralt hasn’t been back in a while.

Jaskier puts down the quill he’s been chewing anxiously and rushes out the door—

And bumps right into Geralt’s chest.

“Sweet Melitele, that’s a lot of snow!” Jaskier spits out the snow knocked into his mouth, before looking at Geralt properly. “Oh, you’re hurt.”

The cut on Geralt’s eyebrow is a small one, but Jaskier worries nonetheless. Geralt doesn’t look impressed, only walks straight towards the small medkit sitting on a shelf.

“Repairment has to wait. The wind is bad.” Geralt grunts, trying to touch the wound and missing by a mile.

“Here, let me.”

Jaskier takes the salve from Geralt’s slightly shaking hands and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket. Geralt is frowning so hard he can crack a walnut with those eyebrows.

“Relax,” Jaskier murmurs, blowing gently at the cut while dabbing at the blood. Upon deeming it clean enough, he applies a scoop of the salve that smells of celandine and mint. “Don’t move. It’ll only hurt a bit.”

Geralt keeps shying away from Jaskier’s ministration so he has no choice but to wrap his other hand around Geralt’s jaw, which manages to still him instantly.

“There,” Jaskier smiles. “Shouldn’t need anything more. Your witcher healing will kick in soon.”

Geralt tilts his head with that soft look in his eyes. “My thanks. Wouldn’t have survived without you.”

“No shit! Who goes out in a storm like this one? If you ask me, Vesemir is too tough on you. Look at you…” Jaskier coos, taking Geralt’s hands. “You are like a popsicle, dear heart.”

He tries to rub some heat back into Geralt’s freezing hands, his skin dry and rough. There’s still some hand cream left in Jaskier’s room. Maybe he can fetch it later. Geralt needs to take care of his hands better when his living depends on them.

Geralt groans, looking away. The frames of his ears are beet red too; he must have been outside without a hat for all this time. Jaskier wants to cover them with his warm palms, only to have his hands batted away.

“No, there’s—I’m fine,” Geralt mumbles. If Jaskier didn’t know better, he’d think the way Geralt avoids his eyes is a result of shyness. The bard can snort at the ridiculous idea and stubbornly presses his hands over Geralt’s ears.

Oh.

His ears are red because they are so warm, not cold

Now that they are standing so close, only a hand’s breadth away, Geralt looks stunned, his eyes dilating, only leaving a ring of gold around those dark pupils. There’s even a layer of pink dusting over his pale cheeks.

A blushing witcher.

Oh, this is interesting.

“Geralt, sweetie?” Jaskier husks, lowering his voice especially on the pet name. “Are you warm enough?”

“Um, sure…not cold.”

And he watches as Geralt’s mind ceases to work in front of his eyes, the blush deepening. It’s still a subtle thing. No wonder Jaskier has missed it all this time. Calloused hands wrap around Jaskier’s wrists, and the bard finally relents, letting go.

If he spends the rest of the day sitting at the desk with a quill in hand, thinking about the way Geralt’s skin feels against his and the warmth of his cheeks, nobody needs to know.

 ~~

Jaskier doesn’t know what to do with this piece of new information.

Geralt does blush.

Because of him.

He tries to repeat the experiment. Just to be sure, he tells himself. And every time it yields the same results. As soon as he gets into Geralt’s space, the witcher either stumbles through his words or gets all flustered all over. The fondness is there too, just in a very Geralt and very unnoticeable manner, soft and almost smiling.

Jaskier is so drunk on power.

The only thing left is to tell Geralt that he loves him too. That he’s also in love in love with him, as in an I-also-want-to-kiss-you kind of way, and then… they can finally kiss!

Oh, just inwardly rehearsing the scene makes Jaskier dizzy, and somehow he ends up smiling to himself when he’s so deep in thoughts planning the conversation, once even in front of company.

Lambert throws him a side-eye and a disgusted grunt, but Jaskier can’t care less.

He finds the perfect night, and even takes a sip of White Gull from Eskel’s cup just to calm his nerves.

And he realizes too late that, perhaps, the strongest witcher brew might be a mistake.

The effect is stronger than he anticipated, and Jaskier is giggling through the fog in his mind within mimutes, somehow ending up on Geralt’s lap, draped over his shoulder in a heap of soft, pliant mess.

He rests his temple against Geralt’s and nearly tips backward if not for the strong arm that catches him by the waist.

“Oops, thank the gods I have my big witcher here!” Jaskier runs the tips of his fingers across Geralt’s stubbles. It tickles, and the blush is back, unmistakably, since Geralt is as sober as the day. “I’d fall over on my butt without you! And falling over doesn’t look good before saying important things, does it?”

Huh, he’s said it out loud.

“Saying what things?”

Well, if it’s out there…

“Where do I start again? Right of course, with how beautiful you look when you’re like this!”

His fingers move to tuck the curtain of white hair behind Geralt’s ears. No matter how much Jaskier loves it when Geralt wears his hair down, he needs to look into those amber eyes without obstruction. The molten gold gleams with surprise and Jaskier wants to drown in it.

“I’m not…” Geralt splutters, before closing his mouth with a pop. The flush is stretching down his neck now, and Jaskier chases it with a hand.

“You are!” he insists petulantly. “You are blushing and it’s beautiful. Adorable too! I wouldn’t know if Lambert hadn’t told me—” he burps. “—um, everything.”

“Told you what?”

The alarm in Geralt’s voice should wake Jaskier up immediately, but alas, the White Gull is no joke.

“Shh!” he stage-whispers, “It’s a secret! Don’t tell Geralt! I need to do it right!”

Jaskier lets out a happy sound and leans into the comforting embrace that he loves so much. Under his fingers, he can feel heat still gather under Geralt’s skin, making him look equally annoyed and fond.

“You are not making sense, Jask.”

“Nothing about you makes sense either, but I’m here. And ready.” Jaskier smiles and presses a chaste kiss on Geralt’s cheekbone, humming another happy sound.

Kissing Geralt is nice, gives Jaskier all the fuzzy feelings.

But somehow, that was also the wrong thing to do, because Geralt has gone stiff under Jaskier’s body. The next thing he knows, the witcher is struggling to untangle their limbs and leaving him empty and cold.

“Don’t…do this,” he murmurs, upset. “Just…don’t.”

The anguish the seeps through Geralt’s voice somehow manages to get through the muddy cloud in Jaskier’s mind.

“Wait, what?” Jaskier rights himself on unsteady feet, but his witcher is long gone. Eskel and Lambert are still nursing their tankards by the fire, and Jaskier wobbles past them without a care. He needs to find Geralt, who apparently charged right out of the great hall and into the cold night.

The heavy wooden doors open and Jaskier is hit with the unrelenting wind. The snow has stopped and partially melted, and frozen all over again. It’s the worst kind. Jaskier takes his steps with caution but still, it’s too slippery.

Okay. Mind. Clear. He needs it to be.

“Geralt?” he calls out, churning with anxiety. “Geralt, where are you?”

Damn his witcher speed. Now Jaskier is walking in the dark and freezing his balls off without an ounce of idea where Geralt might be. Oh, the stalls. Roach must be the first thought Geralt has when he needs to talk. Jaskier shudders, hugging his doublet tighter to fend off the wind and searches for the stalls blindly.

“Geralt, are you—ow!”

He walks right into a pillar and falls on his butt. Before Jaskier can register the pain, a pair of hands are picking him up by the armpits and he stumbles into Geralt’s embrace.

There’s a familiar sizzle of Igni, and the torch by the stalls is roaring with life.

“What are you doing out here?” A coat is tossed over Jaskier’s shoulders and he’s ushered back towards the building.

“Looking for you, you idiot!” Jaskier squawks, albeit grateful for the thick fur coat. A few more minutes he would lose all feelings in his toes. “Running into the night like this, who knows what can happen to you!”

“So you followed me out drunk and with no coat and I’m the idiot? Gods, I don’t know why I even…”

The doors creak open and there’s light and warmth and the smell of mead, but Jaskier’s heart sinks.

“I don’t know why you even bother too,” Jaskier muses, suddenly feeling like a scolded child.

Geralt steers Jaskier past the other wolf witchers and straight into his room, where the heat feels like a furnace on Jaskier’s frozen fingers—Geralt has been secretly tending to Jaskier’s fire for weeks after the human came down with a cold upon arrival at the keep. He’s too good to Jaskier.

“You are too good to me.”

“And you are a pain in the ass.”

Geralt sits Jaskier down in front of the fire rather grumpily, before joining him and pulling the coat even tighter. He’s still mad, just a smidge, but the droop of his eyes speaks more of sadness.

“Hey, talk to me,” Jaskier coaxes, squeezing Geralt’s knee in reassurance. Whatever argument coming their way, he can’t stand Geralt being sad.

“How drunk are you?”

“Not very.” If Geralt walking out hadn’t put Jaskier out of his daze, the wind sure finished the job. “White gull passes quickly. Hmm, who would have thought…”

“I need to tell you something.”

“But I need to tell you something too! It’s important.”

“Let me go first?”

The plead comes out in a whisper, and who is Jaskier to reject Geralt like this, wide-eyed and earnest?

“I never meant for you to know, and certainly not on a night like this, but Jaskier…” Geralt heaves out a breath, determined and so so brave. Jaskier is drawn closer to Geralt’s body like a magnet, ready to soothe, to meet him halfway. “I am in love with you.”

“Geralt.”

“I know you don’t feel the same, and it’s okay. You make a living singing about loving. Hell, you make a living simply by loving. Music, adventures, people, so many people. It’s okay that your heart is too big for me. But, Jask, I can’t take it anymore.”

“I don’t…not…”

“You flirt with people. You…touch them and kiss them and praise them. It’s okay. It’s the way you are. I understand that when you do the same with me it doesn’t mean anything more, but, Jaskier, I need you to stop.”

“Oh,” Jaskier breathes. “Do you hate it? I thought…differently.”

The smile that tugs at Geralt’s lips can only be described as crestfallen.

“The opposite. I love it too much. I’ll always want more. Always. I’m greedy like this.”

The guilt weighing down on Geralt’s shoulders is not a good sight, a personal offense to Jaskier. His hand reaches out on its own volition, tilting Geralt’s chin up so their gazes meet. The blush is back.

What did Jaskier do in his past life to deserve this man?

“That’s what I was going to say.”

“That you are greedy?”

The frown remains on Geralt’s face, and Jaskier smooths it with the pad of his thumb.

“No. That I am in love with you. Gods, for someone who’s not a bard, you sure know how to steal someone’s line from the beginning,” Jaskier chuckles. “I’ve been trying to tell you that I return your feelings. But alas, you know the coward that I am.”

“You are…not,” he protests, blinking.

The way Geralt defends him on instinct only makes Jaskier’s insides melt into a pool of fuzziness.

“In this, yes. How I fucked up so bad is a mystery. That’s just me I guess, trying to love you but ending up hurting you, making you feel like I’m stringing you along like anyone else.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you oaf.” Jaskier bops his nose. “You are the most important person in the world for me. This is the most important thing in the world to me! I love you and I love it when you blush. Also, I’d very much like to kiss you, if you want it too.”

Jaskier bites into his lips and watches as Geralt’s gaze drops to them, the pink of his cheeks spreading into the most gorgeous crimson. “I want to. Kiss you, that is.”

“Good.”

Jaskier wets his lips with a peak of the tongue and watches the same gesture returned. Even if the alcohol has left his system, the intoxication remains, only this time because of Geralt’s slightly dilated pupils and quickened breathing. He leans in, not being able to resist—

“Did you say ‘return my feelings’?” Geralt dodges away, looking incredulous. “Jaskier, did you know? And what was that about blushing?”

“Um…” Now Jaskier is the one to splutter. Luckily, he has a trick up his sleeves or two that can make sure Geralt forgets about every last thought there is.

Jaskier lunges forward and tackles his witcher onto the soft rug and kisses him within an inch of his life, deepening it like there’s no tomorrow. Judging by the dazed look on Geralt’s face as he comes up for air, the method is working.

Cupping Geralt’s rosy cheeks, Jaskier croaks proudly, “Tell you later?”

“We have all the later we need.” Geralt’s smile is blinding, and equally mischievous. Without a moment of pause, Jaskier ends up the one flipped onto his back and being kissed until he shudders with pleasure.

Jaskier has to thank Lambert properly one day, considering Geralt will certainly go after him with a vengeance.

For now, having Geralt on top of him and slowly melting into a contented mess should be enough. If he’s allowed, Jaskier vows silently, he would really like to make Geralt blush for him for the rest of his life.

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Jaskier will totally make it his life's mission to tease Geralt endlessly and see his beautiful blush. 🥰🥰

On another note, I challenged myself to write 2000 words exactly, and this ended up, um, 3000 words exactly. I’ll count it as a win anyway ;)

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[hispipsqueak]

Hunger

Beel x F!Reader NSFW

Synopsis: After a chaotic week at the House of Lamentation, you need a night out and your favorite demon is there to accompany you in more ways than one.

A/N: Hello! Here’s another smut of my favorite demon brother. I just really like Beel and so this is some v self-indulgent content. As always, likes and shares are mighty appreciated <3 Also there is a mention of Beel lifting the reader up during this. I HC all the brothers as extremely inhumanly strong and big so they could EASILY lift anyone up regardless of size. I know some people may get uncomfortable with that, but we are inclusive in these parts.

Tags/TW: unprotected sex, drunk/tipsy sex, distracted driving, rough sex, demon sex, drinking, creampie, slight cumflation?

You woke up to the sound of fighting outside your door. 

  “Mammon, I know you took it. That’s LIMITED EDITION Ruri-chan merch, you scum!”

“I didn’t take ANYTHING! Why ya’ always accusin’ me?”

“Are you two going to keep fighting? I’m trying to get beauty sleep! I require at least 9 hours for my youthful complexion!”

“Ridiculous.”

“HEY! Don’t do that!”

“Tell him to give it back!”

“Or what?”

You grabbed your pillow and pressed it against your face. Living with the demons was an...experience, to say the least. You could still make out the muffled voices even through the soft fabric and let out a low groan. You threw open the door.

“Mammon, stop being an ass and give the figure back. Levi, keep your door locked. Asmo, your complexion is fine. SHUT UP.”

The boys stopped yelling and looked at you. It was rare for you to yell at them, but you were TIRED. They had kept you up half the night with pointless arguments and texts asking you to be on their side and you were exhausted from it.

Mammon was the first to speak.

“Yeah, you heard her. You guys keep trying to start fights and it’s exhausting the poor human.” He threw his arm around you, and you groaned. 

“You know what? You clearly don’t listen to me. It’s fine. But you’re gonna regret it. I can’t be so stressed all the time with this. I’m going out tonight. AND I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOU TO JOIN ME!”

Lucifer appeared out of nowhere and glared at you.

“That’s impossible. You know it’s too dangerous for a human to go out by themselves here. I’ll go with you.”

His stare was piercing into your soul, but you stood your ground. You fought the shakiness in your voice.

“No. I made it very clear. I do not want any of you to join me. Respect my decision.”

An audible gasp came from one of the boys. No one stood up to Lucifer. Sure Satan and Belphie argued with him, but coming from you? This was going to be interesting.

“You are not leaving this house without a chaperone. Now you can either stay in, or I will accompany you.”

You narrowed your eyes. And then an idea in the shape of an orange haired demon boy came walking down the hall.

“Fine. I’ll take Beel.”

The rest of the brothers began to protest.

“I’ll go!”

“No, me. She’s my human!”

“Seriously?? Beel?”

“ENOUGH.” Lucifer bellowed, silencing everyone. Before he could continue, you interjected.

“Beel will you go with me to The Fall tonight?”

Beel looked up from his bag of chips. His lack of situational awareness when he was focused on food was astonishing really.

“Of course MC, and we can grab dinner after too.”

You cocked your head at Lucifer.

“Then it’s settled.”

And with that, you turned back into your room and slammed the door.

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The night couldn’t come fast enough. You had been ignoring texts and knocks on your door all day from the rest of the brothers and you were ready to go drink, dance, and flirt the night away.

You didn’t expect Beel to do much of either but he was good company and you know he would get the best food in town. As you finished applying your makeup, you heard a knock at the door. Beel’s deep voice rang out.

“You ready, MC?”

You took another look in the mirror. Your black dress accented every curve of your body. The halter top showed off your shoulders and the keyhole cut showed off your cleavage. Your hair was loosely tousled and you spritzed a bit of perfume over yourself before heading to the door. 

“Yeah I’m—” Your voice caught in your throat.

Beel, the goofy, relaxed guy cleaned up WELL. He had a dark leather jacket over a white v-neck that accentuated his muscular figure. He had a few silver chains layered around his neck and a couple silver rings on his hands. He was wearing dark jeans and black boots and...fuck...he looked HOT.

You always knew Beel was attractive, but this...this was new. You had half a mind to cancel the night and drag him into your bed.

You turned away, to grab your handbag and hide your heated face and Beel took the opportunity to stare at you. He had always found you gorgeous, but knowing he was the lucky guy accompanying you to the club had him feeling some type of way. HIs eyes roamed your body and locked on every inch of skin exposed. He could feel his body heat up and when you finally had grabbed your stuff, he prayed you wouldn’t notice his apparent blush.

The two of you headed to his car, a shiny black Ferrari, and he opened the door to let you in the passenger seat. You could tell he had cleaned it, since the usual bed of snack wrappers that adorned the interior were gone. You smiled at the gesture and he waited until you were situated before closing the door and getting in on his side. 

As he drove to the Fall, you admired him. His body was massive and built and his hands, god his hands, looked so good gripping the wheel. You imagined what they would feel like wrapped around your neck or clutching the sheets —

“...I really think it would be cool!”

You blinked. 

“Sorry, I completely spaced out. What?”

He glanced at you and chuckled.

“You look like you’re thinking a lot about something. What’s up?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just happy I get to have fun tonight.” You shot him a smile.

Beel blushed. “I’m happy I get to hang out with you.”

He pulled into the parking space and opened your door for you. As the two of you walked towards the entrance of the club, he could see a few demons checking you out. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his hand around your waist, before throwing them a dark look.

Your mind reeled. You pressed into him and could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. You hoped the dimness of the club and the thumping music hid how much your heart was beating. You flagged down a waitress for a shot of something and handed one to Beel. The two of you toasted before downing the glasses.

The sweet liquid electrified you and you could feel your body loosen. You looked at Beel to see him licking his lips. He grabbed two more glasses from a passing waiter and passed one to you. Another clink of the shot glasses and this time the drink was rich and fiery as it slid down your throat. As the two of you polished off more drinks, you began to feel restless.

You tugged on his hand, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Dance with me.”

He nodded and let you pull him into the sea of moving bodies.

You pressed yourself against him with your back to his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, gently but firmly pulling you into him. The bass drummed in your body and you threw your head back into him. The combination of alcohol and the crowd, not to mention his fingers sliding down your thighs made your body heat up and you felt so good. 

Beel leaned into you, tilting his head down. His breath tickled your ear, as his low voice whispered. 

“How do you feel, cupcake?”

“Good, so good.” you breathed out, not even sure if he heard you. He must have though, because he twirled you so you were facing him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His skin was flushed and he had a cute smirk on his lips. The flashing club lights cast a hazy neon glow behind him. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips against his.

His mouth tasted sweet and warm. He deepened the kiss as his hands ran down your back, gripping at your ass. Your tongues danced in each other’s mouths and you dug your nails into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. You could feel his excitement press against your thigh through his jeans and you let out a soft moan into his mouth. 

Beel let out a pained groan. 

“I need you, right now.” he whispered into your neck, pressing hungry kisses down.

“Not here. Home.” you gasped out. While you weren’t against fucking in the club bathroom, Beel was the largest demon there and it would be plainly obvious if you tried to sneak in with each other.

He nodded and pulled your hand as you headed out of the building. You made your way to his car while he continued to kiss and suck on every bit of exposed skin. He pushed you up against the door of the black car and kissed you eagerly.

“Fuck...cupcake, you’re so delicious. Need more of you.”

You moaned. It was taking all of your willpower to not let him bend you over the hood of his car, but you resisted. 

“Take us home and then show me how much you need me.” You whispered into his neck, before leaving a soft kiss. 

As Beel drove, his other hand was gripping your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. You leaned over and kissed down his neck, leaving soft bites on the sensitive skin. He let out a low grunt, and slid his hand up your dress, running a thick finger across your clothed pussy. You were soaked and he could feel your arousal through the thin fabric.

You grinded against his hand, craving any bit of stimulation from him. He pressed his fingers against you, teasing your slit through your clothes. 

The car slowed in front of the House of Lamentation and he pulled his hand away. He turned to you and whispered.

“We have to be quiet.”

The two of you stumbled into the house, looking around for any of the other occupants. It was dark and silent. Beel pushed you against the heavy front door and kissed you deeply. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders as he lifted you up with your back against the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he continued kissing your lips, trailing down your neck and shoulders.

“Beel we should go. Someone might see us!” You breathed out, half delirious from how good his mouth felt on you.

“Good. I want them to know you’re mine.” he growled into your skin, leaving what was sure to be dark marks to explain away later.

“Lucifer will kill us.” You giggled, though your resolve was crumbling away with every kiss. Beel grunted, and then pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His amethyst eyes sparkled from the moonlight.

“Yeah, actually that is a pretty scary thought. Let’s go to your room.”

The two of you crept to your door, being extra cautious when you passed each brother’s room. As soon as you clicked the lock, Beel picked you up and easily tossed you onto the plush bedsheets. 

“Finally.” He growled, before pushing up your dress and pressing hot kisses against your thighs. You let out a soft whimper. He tugged at the thin lacy material covering you and you felt him smirk against you.

“So pretty.”

He slowly dragged them down and pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue flattened and lapped at your cunt, eliciting a loud moan from you. He circled your clit with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. You clawed at the sheets. 

“Fuck...Beel please! Need you.”

He continued his delicious assault on your body, pressing his tongue inside you.

“You taste so good. Please cum in my mouth. Wan’ taste you” He mumbled into your pussy. You writhed against his mouth and you could feel your thighs tense up and attempt to close on him. He gripped into the soft flesh of them and forced your legs apart while he continued, pushing you closer to your release.

“Fuck...Beel! I’m gonna–”, was all you could muster before you felt the rush of your orgasm hit you. He groaned into your cunt as he guzzled you down.  Your eyes fluttered and you tried to push his head away.

“No...mine...so good.” He moaned hungrily. Your body shook against him.

“S’ sensitive, please…” you begged. Beel was the avatar of gluttony and you knew he could spend days between your thighs but you wanted him, all of him.

He pulled away, his face wet with your juices. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he looked drunk on you. He pulled off his shirt and jeans before pushing you back into the soft bed. You took this moment to take a look at his cock and your eyes widened. Before you could panic, he was on top of you. His silver chains dangled off his neck as he towered over you and his hands held your wrists above your head. You gazed up at him and your breath hitched as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Beel was BIG and you knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go slow and tell me if you need me to stop.” He looked at you waiting for confirmation. You nodded and bit your lip.

“Please…” you whispered and he pushed into you.

The stretch was intense and your eyes watered as he eased himself into you. But quickly the pain morphed into an intense pleasure. You felt every vein of his cock press against your walls and he stilled. 

“You okay, cupcake?” 

You nodded, and he pulled slightly out before slowly rocking back into you. You felt so full and started to buck your hips against him. He started fucking into you faster and you cried out as his cock hit the most pleasurable spots inside you.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck. So good! Feel’s so fucking good.” you moaned out as Beel slammed into you. You opened your eyes and noticed Beel had transformed into his demon form. His horns glinted in the light that streamed in from your window and your eyes rolled back. 

“So good. Squeezing me so tight...I wanted this so long. Let me claim you, MC. Make you mine.” Beel grunted as he fucked you into the mattress. You could feel his claws dig into the skin around your wrist and you squeezed your legs around him, pressing him closer into you.

“Yes...I’m yours! Please...fuck me, use me. I need you so goddamn bad!” you wailed, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approach you. He kissed you hard and you tasted the desire on his tongue as you thrashed under him. You could feel the soft walls of your cunt clenching tighter against his cock and every cell in your body was on the edge of explosion. You felt stars dance behind your eyes and you gripped at his biceps, dragging your nails down across the lightly tanned skin.

“I’m gonna–gonna…” Beel grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. His breath was ragged and he pushed his cock as deep as he could. 

Your pussy clamped down around his cock and you arched your back from the sheets as you gushed around him. Beel’s eyes rolled back and he groaned as he shot his cum deep inside you. You could feel his hot cum spurt into your cunt and he gripped your shoulders tightly as he rode out his release. He slowly pulled out of you, before using two fingers to scoop the dripping cum back into your hole.

“So good. So full.” He mumbled. You looked down and could see the slight bulge from the amount of cum he had filled you with. You laid back down and sighed in satisfaction.

“Fuck that was amazing.” you whispered, suddenly aware of how loud the two of you had been.

He got up and pulled you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

“It really was. I wanna do that again.” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. You giggled and buried deeper in his chest.

“Maybe not tonight, but yes we will definitely do that again.” you mumbled into him, smiling as your eyes started to close. Before the both of you drifted off to sleep, your eyes widened.

“Beel!” you whispered, startling him awake, “We never got dinner!”

It was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter. Beel grinned before softly speaking.

“It’s strange MC. When I’m with you, I don’t feel as hungry. It’s like another part of me is full.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile danced on your lips and you kissed him, pouring as much love into the kiss as possible. You pulled away and buried yourself into the crook of his neck, and as your breath slowed and you fell deeper into sleep, Beel wrapped himself around you and let himself rest.

[teddy06writes]

Platonic ranboo x enderman/human hybrid reader, two bros bonding over being half enderman

platonic! ranboo x enderman hybrid!reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: one day while wandering the forest you stumble into Philza, who upon seeing you immediately decides you need to meet Ranboo, and takes you back to the AAC to meet him

{also my basic thinking for an enderman hybrid would be: also bad at eye contact like Ranboo, (wears goggles to combat this?), can teleport but only small distances usally does acidently when startled, purple enderman like eyes, has the same silk touch thing as ranboo but like, half, so it only applies to certain things, also water doesn’t bother them as much, its like a minor inconvenience}

{also I know Edward is dead now, just let me have this}

“blep” talking

“Blep” Ender speak

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You hummed quietly to yourself, watching the fat snowflakes drift through the sky as you moved through the forest.

Shivering you tugged at your overcoat, peering around to try and find more berry bushes, Enderpearl, your arctic fox, following along, hoping you would find more food.

A few minutes later you found another bush, quickly stooping to fill as much inventory as you could with the berries, ears seeming to prick up at the sound of someone walking through the snow.

Standing up fully you adjusted your tinted goggles, looking around to try and find the source of the noise, still shivering at the cold.

“Are you alright mate?”

You jumped, purple particles surrounded you as you teleported a few yards away in surprise.

“Woah! How did you do that?”

You turned to see a blond avian hybrid, dressed mostly in green, “Oh- uh- h- hello.”

“How’d you do that?” He repeated, still looking a bit in shock.

“Why?” You asked, quickly defensive, you may have been a good 9 inches taller than him, but you weren’t too keen on fighting him.

“Oh- hey- hey, it’s alright mate, I just meant it was cool,” He held up his hands, as if to say he meant no harm, “Are you a hybrid too?”

Slowly you nodded, Enderpearl quickly running over to you, and you quickly scooped her up, holding her close to your body, still trying to keep the both of you warm.

“I’m Phil.” He offered, smiling.

“(y/n).” You were nearly stuttering from the cold.

“Are you cold (y/n)? You don’t seem very prepared for the climate.” Phil observed.

You nodded, “Enderpearl and me, we normally don’t come out this far, but Enderpearl likes berries and they only grow here.”

Phil nodded, “Are you an Enderman hybrid, by chance?”

“Y- yeah.” You said, reaching up and adjusting your goggles again.

“hmm, I know another enderman hybrid. You seem very cold (y/n), I don’t live to far from here, if you’d like to come warm up. It’s not very safe for you to stay out here.”

You bit your lip, wary, but looking down at Enderpearl, who was trying to curl further into your jacket, you didn’t want her to be cold, “Uh, sure, I guess.”

Phil nodded, turning and motioning for you to follow him, “Come on, You can meet Ranboo.”

“Ranboo?” You questioned, following him through the snow.

“He’s the other Enderman hybrid I know- well, part enderman part something,” Phil explained, “But that parts not important, I don’t think he can teleport but other than that he seems a lot like you.

“I’ve never met someone like me before.” You mumbled.

Phil smiled sadly, “I think that's the case for a lot of hybrids. Come on, it’s just past this clearing.”

A few moments later, as you emerged from the clearing, a rather large cottage came into view, smoke rising steadily from the chimney.

Phil gestured to the small building beside it, “That's where Techno keeps the hound army, Ranboo normally lives in a house he built just past it, but it’s far too cold for me to let him stay out there.”

You nodded, still looking around in slight awe as you followed Phil up the front steps.

“Tech!” Phil called, swinging the door open, “I’m home! I brought company!”

There was no response, and the man sighed, stamping snow off his boots and motioning for you to come all the way into the room, “There probably downstairs messing with the villagers. You can sit by the fire to warm up, I’ll go get them.”

You nodded as he went to climb down the ladder attached to one wall, slowly moving over to the fire and sitting down, Enderpearl on your lap.

“Young one.”

You jumped at the voice, turning to see an Enderman sitting in a boat in the corner of the room, “Oh- uh, hello. Are you- Are you Ranboo?”

The enderman shook his head, warbling, “I am Edward. Take off your coat child, it is far too wet to do anything but dry.”

“I’m (y/n).” You said, quickly shrugging out of your jacket.

~~ “You found another kid?” Techno crossed his arms, “Phil you’ve gotta stop bringing home strays.”

“Techno you can’t even say that, you’re the original stray.” Phil argued.

“He just doesn’t want to be replaced,” Ranboo quipped quietly, pausing to look up from sorting through a chest, “Wait- does that mean I’m a stray?”

Phil chuckled, “Yeah, it does.”

Technoblade groaned, “Phil you can’t just keep bringing kids into my house!”

“Well at least come meet them before you throw them out?” Phil asked, “And let me find them a better jacket. Its too cold for them out there.”

Ranboo watched as they had a silent staring contest, a silent discussion passing between them, until eventually Technoblade relented, grumbling something incoherent.

“Well come on then.” Phil said, motioning to the ladder.

Ranboo stood up, already starting to climb as Techno said, “I hope I don’t regret letting you do this Phil.”

“You won’t.”

Phil’s voice was partially drown out as Ranboo reached the main floor, his ears now filled with the sounds of warbled enderspeak.

He turned to see Edward deep in conversation with someone sitting hunched in front of the fire.

“You speak end?” He asked cautiously, almost hearing Phil chuckling from below.

The person jumped, purple particles flying around there head for a moment before they were gone, reappearing across the room, now next to Edwards boat.

Edward made a noise close to a chuckle, reaching one long arm out of his boat to grab your shoulder to stop your trembling, “That one is Ranboo.”

You nodded slowly, as Ranboo seemed to study you, “Your an enderman hybrid. That's so cool! I’m an enderman hybrid too! I can’t teleport though- its really cool that you can!”

You pushed your goggles up a bit from where they had slipped in the teleport, “Your eyes- why is that one red?”

“Oh- I- we think its whatever my other half is. Are your eyes green too?”

You shook your head, “Purple. How’d you mean you can’t teleport?”

“Haven’t figured it out yet- who taught you?”

You shrugged, “Just kinda knew. I usually only do it when I’m scared though.”

“Maybe you could teach me?” He asked excitedly.

Smiling you nodded, “Sure.”

~~

It was a while later, after the snow had stopped falling, and the sun had partially come out, you and Ranboo headed outside (not before Phil supplied you with a thicker coat), to try and teach him how to teleport.

Phil turned to Techno, who was watching from the window as you and Ranboo were running around laughing, trying to figure out the best way to teach him, “I know what you said about endermen in the house but we could help them with a different house, or they could stay with Ranboo proper-”

“They aren’t staying in the house,” The piglin interrupted, “Well- maybe when its cold- but other than that- not in the house.”

Phil smiled, “I knew you’d come around.”

Technoblade huffed, “I mean it’s probably safer for them here. Besides the kid needs someone like him besides Edward around here.”

The enderman in the corner nodded, also observing you and Ranboo from out the window.

Phil nodded, “Sure, sure.”

Outside you laughed again, “No! Not like that! You’ve gotta feel where you are, and where your gonna be and then just...” You trailed off, particles flying around your head again as you disappeared only to pop out on his other side.

“Okay okay, I think I get it.”

Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do what you’d said.

You watched as the faintest of particles began to appear around his head, growing stronger- stronger- and then he fell face first into the snow.

“I don’t think this is working.” His response was muffled by the snow.

“Just a bit,” You said helping him up, “Here, hold onto me, and I’ll teleport. That normally works with Enderpearl.”

He nodded, grabbing onto your coat sleeve.

You concentrated, focusing on a spot on top of the dog house, slowly particles filled the air and then- pop! you were both standing on top of the house.

“Woah!” Ranboo exclaimed, looking around, laughing, “That felt weird!”

You nodded laughing, “Now try to teleport off the roof.”

After a while longer of failed attempts, and after being side tracked by Ranboo’s ability to move more than just dirt blocks, the sun began to set, and you headed back inside, still laughing as he recounted the time that he and Techno had spent a whole day wander around collecting spawners.

Sometime later, after dinner, both you and Ranboo had ended up sitting next to Edwards boat, the three of your quietly talking as you started the drift off, Enderpearl back in her spot on your lap.

Phil chuckled, looking over at the three endermen crowded around the boat, two mostly asleep.

Edward looked at him, noding once and warbling out something Techno couldn’t understand, “What’d ‘e say?”

Phil smiled, “Family.”

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Flirtatious || David “Deacon” Kay

David "Deacon" Kay x Street!Reader, Jim Street x Sister!Reader

Summary: Jim's little sister visits and turns the life of a special Sergeant upside down.

Warnings: English is not my mothertounge. GIF isn’t mine, credit to owner.

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For Deacon it was a normal day. At least what he could call normal since Annie left him. They tried as good as possible to make everything as easy as they could for the kids and they were as understanding as children could be. He stayed at the house with the kids while Annie went to her sister, who lived just down the street. It was Annie's wish. So in the morning, Deacon got up and ready, made breakfast and got the kids up for school. Annie would pick them up after. That was their routine since almost a year now. Once he got to work everything was as usual and normal as his day at work could be. Until she arrived.

*

With your travel bag over your shoulder and your favorite hot drink in your hand you slowly left the airport and headed towards the cabs. You missed LA. The burning heat in summer, the beach, and the waves and maybe even your younger brother. But if there was one thing about LA you didn’t miss it was traffic. You sighed when the driver had to stop yet again. "The traffic, huh?" He sighed. "Gonna be the death of me one day." You gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Well I surely didn't miss it." He laughed. Whole heartedly laughed. A big grin grew on your face. He was mid-fifties, no hair on his head but a full grayish beard in his face. "Vacation was that good?" You shook your head slightly as he stopped the car in front of the big compound. "No vacation. Lived out of city for some time but I'm coming back now." You paid him and gave him a soft smile with a quick thank you before leaving the cab and heading towards the entrance.

You knew these people were thorough but having to go through a complete body and back check that was worse than the one on the airport was something you didn’t expect. Another thing you didn’t expect was being escorted to your younger brother by some big muscular looking dude. "Sorry to interrupt Lieutenant, Commander. Street you've got a visitor." The guy stepped aside and gave you a chance to investigate the big room where some people were standing around a big table. "Y/N/N? No way!" Jim sprinted towards you and you opened your arms wide for him to hug you tight. He kissed the side of your head while picking you up slightly. "God I've missed you! You didn’t tell me you were back!" You chuckled when he let you down and gave him a big grin. "Well, surprise?" You shrugged before looking at his colleagues, all staring at the pair of you. "If you are busy now, I can come back later. Just wanted to see my little brother first thing." He rolled his eyes at you but then turned his head to the lieutenant, who gave him a nod. "It's alright. You wanna meet the team?" Now your heartbeat increased a bit. Meeting new people always made you nervous. You gave him a nod and dried your hands from the little film of sweat forming on it.

"So that's Lieutenant Lynch and Commander Hicks, my bosses. Sergeant Daniel Harrelson or Hondo, as we call him. Officers Dominic Luca, Chris Alonso, and Victor Tan. And lastly Sergeant David, or Deacon, Kay." You gave every single one of them a small smile while being introduced. Jim had his hand reassuringly on your back in between your shoulder blades. "It's nice to finally get to know the lot of you. Jim talks about you nonstop. I'm Y/N." The girl in the group, Chris, gave you a comforting smile. "Street talks about you all the time, too. He said you studied medicine?" You looked at Jim and raised an eyebrow. "Street, huh?" He just scoffed. "Yeah, I finished 4 weeks ago, now I'm just waiting to start practicing." Jim removed his hand from your back and gave your shoulder a short squeeze. The other Sergeant, Deacon had his arms crossed before his chest and gave you a soft smile when you locked eyes. "I'm sure you'll get a job soon." His voice made you shiver a bit, like an electroshock. "Thank you." You smiled softly and looked down. You needed to break the eye contact, otherwise you would have melted right away.

*

It had been some time since you came back and you and Jim had been spending more time together than ever. He had allowed you to stay with him and Luca at the house till you found a place for yourself and till you got a job. Since they were close as a team, they often spend time with each other, so obviously Jim dragged you along. You stepped out of the hospital your application file clutched to your chest as a big smile grew on your face. You tried to control the outburst of happiness that grew in your chest but failed miserably as you let out a little laugh. You had to talk to Jim. You needed to tell him. Since you were a little child and Jimmy and you had been sitting up all night, in the foster care bedroom, talking about your dreams and plans. His had been the police, the swat and your dream had always been working in a hospital. You got into your car an old Toyota you bought and drove to the swat compound. By now they all knew you but that didn’t stop the body and purse check by the entrance. As always, an officer escorted you to your younger brothers’ team. "Y/N" Hondo greeted you and gave you a brief hug. Deacon looked up from the computer he was working at and gave you a big smile. "Street isn't here and I have somewhere to be but I'm sure Deacon will keep you company till Street is back." With that he left and you turned around, your body still bubbling with happiness. You sat down on one of the chairs, not wanting to disturb Deacon who seemed to be working on something but your body was filled with so much energy that you got up right away. Deacon looked at you and stopped what he was doing. "What's got you all excited?" He asked and gave you a warm smile. A smile that could literally melt anyone. "Okay I really wanted to wait until Jim is back but I really need to tell someone." You took two energetic steps towards him, hands shaking from all the happiness. "The hospital I applied with gave me the job." You blurted out, stumbling over your words. Even if Deacon didn’t know the long backstory of you wanting to help people, be there for them at their worst and be there for them to get better, he could feel the importance of your statement. "Congratulations. That's awesome, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a hug, which you happily accepted. "Thank you. I've been working so hard for this; you don’t even know." You whispered and let go of him. You were still shaking and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling so wide. You whipped over your face and as you lowered your hands you took yours in his. They were warm and rough, sending small electroshocks through your whole body. "You are shaking." He stated, applying a little pressure on your palms, trying to calm you. "I'm just so excited and happy about it. It's... I've always dreamt of this." You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around Jim walked in. You slowly slipped your hands out of his, the warmth leaving you. "Jimmy!" You hugged him tightly and your happiness and excitement started to bubble up again, pushing aside the weird feeling the situation with Deacon gave you. Right now, the only important thing was telling Jim about your day.

*

You were currently siting on the sofa while Jim and Luca were playing a game. Hondo was leaning against the counter sitting on his beer while talking to Chis and Tan. They were fun to be around and great to talk to. "Got you another one since yours was empty." Deacon handed you another bottle and plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. "Thank you" you grinned while pulling your legs to your chest. Since the situation a couple of days ago you and Deacon haven’t spoken to each other but even right now only hearing his voice felt like pure electricity in your veins. A weird feeling you had never felt. "You are so quiet today, everything okay?" He nudged your side with his elbow and you looked up at him. With a small nod and smile you put the bottle to your lips. "I think..." your little brother slurred, putting an arm over Lucas shoulder who just won again, "I think that we should take a picture. To remember this glorious day and Luca winning against me." A small laughter escaped your lips when you jumped up, always ready to keep memories as a picture. You reached out to Deacon, waiting for him to take your hand while the others already formed to a small bundle. Chris put up her phone with timer and when Deacon grabbed your hand and let you pull him up, Chris pushed the button, only leaving enough time for you and Deacon to stumble into the picture. It was only after the flash went off and the picture was taken that you realized the hand on your hip and the other one still in your hand. While the others fussed about seeing the picture you just stood there for a second before Deacon quickly pulled away both hands, winking at you when he left you all flustered. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your veins or the simple fact that the warmth you had from having him next to you was gone, but something inside you screamed for his presence.

It was getting late, Hondo and Chris already left and you were just bringing Tan outside to his cab while Luca, Jim and Deacon were having a conversation about being in the swat. "It was really nice; we have to do that again sometime." Tan laughed while getting in the cab. You gave him a small smile and wave when the cab left. The fresh night air was soft and nice against your skin. The sky was full of stars. You sat down on the bench in the garden, taking a deep breath in, eyes closed. "Here you are" Deacon walked toward you, hands in pockets. He had a small smile playing on his lips. You simply had to smile back. "It’s so pretty out here" You stated, smiling up at the sky. "Yeah it is." He said. When you looked at him, he was looking at you. You felt something warm around your heart. For a brief second you held his eye contact, before looking at your hands. "Well that was cheesy." You muttered and he chuckled quietly. "But true." He was whispering so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. For a moment everything was quiet. He softly grabbed your hand. "You should go back inside. I just got a cab and Street and Luca are going to sleep soon." You let him pull you up, till you were standing so close you could feel his body heat and you could swear that if you would have breathed just a bit quieter you would have actually been able to hear his heart beat. “Spending time with you guys has really been awesome. I understand why Jim loves you all so much.” With a smile on his lips he hummed. He was still holding your hand in his but you didn’t bother to take it away. It felt good. Familiar. Deacon stopped right in front of the door. With a questioning look you stopped as well, your eyes on him as you waited for an explanation for his stop. With a soft smile he stared back at you. “Maybe we could spend some time together. Just the two of us?” You were confused and raised an eyebrow. “I am asking you to go on a date with me, Y/N. If you want to?” The confused look on your face changed to a soft smile which turned to a grin. The warm feeling in your stomach grew. “Yes, Deacon. Id like that very much.”