#i spent 14 hours on this and easily could have spent 14 more

[megthemariner]

Astarion portrait style study, based on Self Portrait by Sir William Beechey, c.1800

[beck-a-leck]

Me watching my brother deal with the consequences (backed-up and flooded basement drain, again) of his own actions (couldn't be bothered to go rent the drain auger a month ago the last time this happened and do the necessary annual maintenance of his own damn house)

[inlovewithl3vi]

I headcannon that devildom days are actually equivalent to two human world days so when MC gets there they just end up passing out randomly in the middle of the day till they eventually figure it out

Like you’ll be just casually playing on your phone in the living room when you start to get tired. You think it’s odd since technically it’s only midday. Until a few hours later your so tired you can barely get up so you just fall asleep.

Especially when it’s early in your stay into the devildom and it’s probably not safe to just fall asleep wherever you are in the middle of the day.

So you decide it’s just gonna be a scheduled nap time, so you have energy for the rest of the day.

I think the brothers would only figure out that you fall asleep in the middle of the day when they drag you with them somewhere.

Like if Mammon and Asmo decide to go to the mall after RAD. You know it’s during nap time but you go anyway. Until three hours later you’re so tired you can see it in your face. Mammon notices something’s wrong and asks you about it. You of course say you’re tired and that is usually nap time for you. Then something just clicks.

Mammons spent a lot of time in the human word, he knows how it’s different from his home. He knows human days are half as long as devildom days.

He obviously cuts the trip short and brings you back home, knowing Lucifer will chew him out if he kept you out any longer like that.

From that point on he let you sleep in his room so that your sleep schedule doesn’t get too messed up. Especially since you can’t just constantly stay up for two days straight. Of course he’d also let you sleep in your room if you wanted. And he would make sure to keep his brothers away (though he’s gonna deny it. The great mammon doesn’t care for humans! But he cares for this one)

Eventually the rest of the brothers find out once you start getting closer. Although he won’t admit it Lucifer is a little ashamed he forgot that humans need more sleep. Mostly since Solomon, aka the only other human, is already used to devildom days and can stay up for long periods of time.

Eventually you just start sneaking into their rooms when they’re gone and you need your midday nap. They probably don’t even notice you’re going into their rooms until one of them catches you asleep.

Don’t even get me started about Belphie😭 he would eat that up.

After you get close he’s definitely going to sleep with you. He would probably be a jerk about it too. Though don’t threaten him by saying you won’t nap with him, he will throw a fit till he gets what he wants.

Though with Belphie you’ll probably end up sleeping longer than intended. What would normally be a 6 hour nap to get you through the rest of the day could easily turn into 14 hours with Belphie.

Maybe it’s not entirely his fault though, his bed is the most comfortable (both the attic one and the one in his room) and he does naturally keep nightmares away.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 14

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

M!troll x f!reader

1.4k words

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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It would have been so easy to fall asleep like that in the tub, Zen just lightly dragging his fingers up and down your arms while you listen to him purr. The two of you stayed like that until the water cooled entirely, only getting out when you started to shiver.

“Will you lay with me for a while, like this?” Zen asked as the two of you dried off after the bath.

“Hmm?” you responded.

“Just before we get dressed, will you just lay with me for a little? If you feel comfortable that is”.

At this point you were wrapped in your towel, feeling a little less uncomfortable about being naked around him, but not fully ready for much more.

“I just really enjoyed holding you like that, just being skin to skin” he continued, “I promise that is all I want”.

You looked over at him, he was fidgeting somewhat nervously while he waited on your answer though he had not bothered with wrapping up in a towel. You blushed over getting an eye full of him again.

“We can cuddle for a while then” you answered.

He looked so relieved at your answer.

You took his outstretched hand and let him lead you over to the bed and settled down with him, only dropping your towel at the last moment right before you slipped under the blankets. Zen wasted no time pulling you close and then on top of him, your head up against his shoulder so he could easily nuzzle you like he enjoyed doing.

He was so incredibly warm, which felt nice after climbing out of the cold bath and stepping into the cool night air of the house. You could feel how his heart was pounding being chest to chest like that. His arms were wrapped around you, one across your back and the other hand on the back of your head.

Looking up at him, his eyes were closed and he just seemed at peace and you could not resist reaching up and touching his tusk. You could not say exactly what it was, but you loved running your fingers along them and feeling the texture of the carvings.

“It feels nice when you do that” he said.

“You can feel that?”

“Sort of, it is like this” he tapped his nail against your thumbnail, “The nail does not feel anything, but your finger still feels the pressure. My tusk feels nothing, but I feel the vibrations, the movements, against my lips and in my mouth and it is sort of pleasant”.

“I think you just like any way I touch you”.

“I do, and what is wrong with that? I have spent too many years laying with people for just a few hours to pass the time or de-stress, there is no room for soft touches or intimacy there. No room for feelings. But now?” he paused, his grip around you tightened a little.

“Now I have room for affection for the first time in my life. And I am still figuring this all out, but I enjoy having you here much more than I thought I would. I like that the first thing I see in the morning in your face, and it is the last thing I see at night. I like that I no longer come home to an empty house. I like that I have a reason to make breakfast and dinner now, a reason to not skip meals.

“I have not said anything because I did not want to overwhelm you, but you have made my life much better. Even when I was sleeping on the floor” he laughed.

You buried your face into his neck, your face was burning up and your heart was racing. This sort of a confession was not what you were expecting.

Though it was nice. This was a much different life then you had back in your kingdom, much simpler but you had freedom. You had a husband who truly cared for you. You had a life you got a say in.

You kissed his neck and let your lips linger for a moment, you could hear him whimper softly as you drew back. His lips were parted and he was watching you closely as you looked up at him, waiting for your move as always.

You drew yourself up farther and leaned in to wedge yourself between his tusks and kiss him. He returned your kiss somewhat awkwardly, clearly inexperienced, but it did not matter. You reached up and tangled your hand into his hair and gave it a firm tug, causing him to moan into your mouth and you took the deepen the kiss and open your mouth a bit.

Zen did his best to mimic you, it was sort of endearing that he had no idea what to do but was clearly eager to learn. With his mouth now open a bit you slipped your tongue in and swirled it around his for a just a moment before you felt him jerk his head back in surprise.

“Was that- was that your tongue?” he asked sounding quite startled.

“Yeah?” you answered, you knew that he had no experience kissing like this, but you had assumed he at least was aware of the concept.

“It felt sort of weird” he continued.

“I can stop then” you offered.

“No, it was weird, and a little gross, but I think I still liked it”.

“Gross? Being covered in blood is fine but but my tongue in your mouth is gross?” you teased.

“I said I liked it, you just surprised me”.

“So it’s not gross then?”

“No, it is a little gross, but that does not mean I did not like it too”.

You leaned back in and wasted no time getting back to where you left off, coaxing his lips apart and once more. He got brave and pressed into your mouth, with how much larger he was than you his tongue did not leave you much to maneuver. Instead you opted to try sucking on his tongue a bit, gently closing your lips around him and teasing him that way.

Once more he moaned into your mouth and you could see him panting heavily when you pulled away.

“I think I like kissing” he smiled.

You peppered his face with little kisses and took the time to kiss all along his tusks before pulling him into another deep kiss. It almost made you giggle, he was stiff and awkward in his movements, trying to figure out how much to open his mouth or what exactly he was supposed to be doing with his tongue. It was actually quite endearing.

When you pulled away thing time you could not help smile and giggle a bit.

“What is so funny? I do not think I am that bad at it” Zen said.

“No it’s not that. I just didn’t think that this would be an experience I’d ever have again, that weird sort of awkward kiss you have when first learning. It’s been so many years since it’s been like that and I don’t know, it’s kind of fun in a way to do it again”.

“Well, I am glad you are having fun” he was still panting a bit, but he had such a soft smile on his face when he looked at you. “Is kissing always so intense?”

“It doesn’t have to be, I can pull it back a bit if it was too much”.

“No, please do not do that. I really liked it”.

He looked so good under you. At some point you had shift to where you were straddling his chest for a better angle and to reach his hair better and you would be lying to yourself if you did not admit that this was doing a lot for you. Big, powerful, avatar of the lord of shadow whimpering and moaning while kissing and having his hair pulled. Sitting up like this on top of him now you did not feel so embarrassed about him seeing you naked all of a sudden, and you were also fairly certain you were leaving a damp spot on his chest.

Part 15

[tokiwarcube]

Since it's getting hot out, I'd love to see how different members treat their s/o who's prone to (or just experienced) heat exhaustion after a long date at the beach or something! Nothing is more brutal than the sun!

Fun fact! When I first started this request, it was hitting beyond belief. 14 hours outside in the hot sun? Perfect fit. And then the day after I put pen to paper (or I suppose, fingertips to keyboard), the area I was working in experienced a freak storm. Anon what did you do to the SUN... Either way, rq below the cut! <3

Nathan Explosion

Liquid Death? Infinite darkness umbrella? Burning Hatred Gatorade? Sunscreen? Did you put on sunscreen? Nathan makes checklists habitually, and if nothing else, he is fantastic about reminding you to stay hydrated. He himself isn’t too good at drinking water, but when you’re at stake, suddenly he’s the number one advocate for hydration. Although in the event that you do get struck down by the overwhelming power of the Sun, he’s at a bit of a loss for what to do. He hates doctors, but it’s really the only thing he can think of to do beyond what he was already doing. He also hates taking orders, but as with most things in life, you are the exception to his rule — just let him know what to do, and you’ll have royalty treatment for as long as it takes.

Pickles the Drummer

His ass refuses to get in the sun as is (he burns far too easily, and let’s be real, most of the drugs he abuses makes him even less tolerant of the sun than most.) And he’s not great about drinking water either. (Vodka’s basically the same thing, right?) So chances are if you’re getting heat exhaustion, so is he. Which is a horrific situation to be in! So the two of you definitely have to look out for each other, making sure to take shade and water breaks often. Although in the event that you’ve both come down with it… well, the Klokateers take pretty damn good care of you.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar is another one who, frankly, hates the sunshine. He sees so reason to chase after sunbeams. He thinks beaches are fun, but honestly, he’s usually only there to get wasted on the sand, and maybe watch a sunset or two. He’s just as prone to heat exhaustion too, as he’s just not used to the heat. He burns like nobody’s business, and if he had it his way, he’d be living at a perpetual 60F, if not lower. But unlike Pickles, he actually knows how to manage it — neither of you will be falling victim to the Sun today! And it turns out that when he’s not complaining, he actually likes the beach after all! His long limbs and perfect golden hair make for quite a bit of fun in the open ocean… just make sure to wash the salt water out of his hair at the end of the day.

Toki Wartooth

Toki could live in the sunshine for the rest of his life and be as happy as a clam! Or I guess in this situation I think he’s a bit more akin to a cat, with how readily he’ll post up in the sunshine. For him, Summer is all about the rays, the long days running on sandy beaches, and plenty of colorful drinks and treats. Although quite frankly, he sucks at remembering everyone else’s heat tolerance. But he does, however, notice when you start slowing down, and takes action pretty fast so long as he knows what to do ahead of time. Water, gatorade, and cool wash-clothes are his go-to. Heat exhaustion is never fun, but at least you have a nice view when you rest your head in his lap at the end of the day. The cool washcloth pressed against your forehead brings a much-needed chill after a long, fun adventure on the beach, and while you can't say you're all too excited to have faced the wrath of the sun... you still had a fun time.

William Murderface

A southern boy himself, William is no stranger to the brutality of the Sun. He’s spent quite a few Summers under the sweltering heat, and while he won’t say he loves it, he certainly respects it. (He won’t say that, of course. He’s tried to take a handgun to the Sun a few times, which surprisingly, have yielded no results yet.) It’s basically second-nature to him to manage the effects of the heat before they ever even come on — good clothes, frequent water-breaks, etc. (He never orders water, nor does he carry it with him, and yet he always manages to end up with a bottle. He says water is for pussies, just before taking a sip.) And when he finds out that the Sun affects you a bit more than most? He’s very good at nonchalantly encouraging you to take care of yourself a bit. Nudging a bottle your way, looking for more shaded resting areas to set your stuff up in, etc.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Endeavor x Hawks! 🔥🦅

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY!

Genre: Smut

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, sexual tension, semi-public sex, domination, degradation kink, hand job, oral sex (giving + receiving), fingering

🔥Link to My Master List 🔥

It’s been another long day on patrol.

The past 12 hours have been spent relentlessly chasing down villains and various wrong-doers across the city. Enji is absolutely exhausted.  In one day alone he has used 14 flash fire fists. He’s getting older, and it’s not as easy to pull out repetitive Ultimate Moves as it used to be. His whole body is aching – particularly his wrists and fists which have taken the brunt of battle.

He cracks his neck as he walks through his buzzing agency. He’s bone tired, and in desperate need of a massage. He wishes desperately for home – for the big California king bed in his bedroom at the Todoroki estate. Unfortunately, it’s late and he has a slew of meetings scheduled for the following morning. His crash pad at the agency will have to suffice tonight.

He stalks down the hallway towards his office, brooding. Moe Kamiji falls into step next to him, holding a clipboard. Her expression is steely – she knows her boss is in a bad mood, but she’s still going to make him talk.

“What is it, Burnin’?” Enji sighs, sparing her a glance. Kamiji has proven herself time and time again to be one of the most valuable sidekicks at the Endeavor agency. Of the 30 flaming side-kickers on staff, quirk isn’t definitely isn’t the most powerful. However, she is tenacious and crafty. Her strategic mind and ability to think on her feet in tough situations has made her indispensible to the team. Enji has personally invested time into her development as a young Pro Hero this past year, nurturuing her bright spark. It’s for these reasons that Enji doesn’t immediately wave her away. He knows that the young woman would only approach him with important matters.

“Mr. Endeavor, sir. I have a report from section 23 – there was a bank robbery by a villain with a spider quirk - ”

“Spider quirk? Meaning he has 8 legs, or meaning he controls spiders? Lead with the important details, Burnin’.” Even when exhausted, Enji can’t help but coach his young protégé. He sees a flicker of annoyance in her eyes at the quick correction, her fiery green hair flaring a bit in aggravation.

“Right, sir. The villain had 8 legs and could produce a strong, web-like material from his fingertips. He had incapacitated the entire bank staff and 12 civilians before he was stopped. He was caught while trying to rob the bank’s safe and was turned over to the authorities.”

Enji nods, sounds like a relatively clean wrap up. What he doesn’t understand is why Kamiji is informing him of this incident – if it was so easily handled by his team, surely he can just read through the paperwork in the morning?

“Who handled the fight and subsequent arrest?” Enji turns to peer over her clipboard in hopes of gleaning some intel.

“Well that’s just the problem, sir. Hawks flew in and handled it as we arrived on the scene. So I needed you to sign-off on this paperwork to identify the incident as a team-up between the Hawks and Endeavor agencies.” Kamiji looks up at him searchingly, curious to see how he’ll react. For a brief moment, all fatigue is wiped from Enji’s brain as he processes this information.

“But I didn’t authorize a team-up with Hawks.” Enji says slowly – the last time that he saw the winged hero was when Hawks had showed up unannounced to pass along some cryptic intel about the League of Villains more than a month ago. In fact, Enji hasn’t seen nor heard from the 22 year old since. Enji has been meaning to reach out and track down the damn bird for at least a week.

“We know, sir. He claims he just wanted to drop by to say a quick hello to the Number One hero.” Kamiji’s tone is flat, she clearly doesn’t know what to make of this surprise appearance either.

“Is he here now?” They’ve reached Enji’s office – he scans his badge and the lock unclicks. He pushes open the heavy fireproof doors, half-expecting to see Hawks lounging behind his desk with a cheeky grin plastered across his youthful face. Enji is almost disappointed when he sees the office is completely empty.

“Yes.” Kamiji enters the office a few paces behind him, she remains standing as her boss removes his plated armor wrist braces and takes a seat behind a massive (fire-proofed) oak desk. “He didn’t have any accommodations so we put him up in one of the guest rooms in the Sidekick dormitories.”

Enji practically rolls his eyes at this news. Classic Hawks – making himself comfortable at someone else’s expense.

“Send a message to his room – I’ll see him first thing tomorrow. Have my assistant set a meeting on my calendar. I’ll need to remind him that it’s not polite to show up in another hero’s territory unannounced.” Enji sits for a moment, thoughtful. The old Endeavor would have blown up at this situation – a situation that once-upon-a-time he would have interpreted to be a clear sign of disrespect by a peer. He takes a deep breath, centering himself. Enji reminds himself that he’s different now, and focuses on embodying the kind of man he is trying to be. “Please also have my assistant order him dinner on my credit card. I’m sure the kid was moving so fast that he forgot to eat again. He likes fried chicken.”

If Burnin’ finds his request out of the norm, her expression doesn’t show it. “Of course, sir. Before I go – can you sign these forms to retroactively authorize the team-up?”

“Of course. Thank you for your hard work today.” Enji accepts the clipboard he passes her, adding his initials to three spots across the page.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good night.” Kamiji bows deeply before exiting the office. Endeavor sighs deeply and looks across the room to an elegant clock on the wall.

“Hawks…what have you gotten yourself into this time?” He wonders aloud.

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It’s already well past eleven by the time Enji enters his agency’s locker room for a much needed shower. It’s a Wednesday night in between shifts, so most of the staff is either on patrol or asleep. Finally, he is blissfully alone.

He takes in the large, luxurious locker room. When he started building his agency, he ensured that the facilities would be a luxurious retreat for his employees. Rows of neat navy blue lockers flank the entryway.  The cleaning staff must have recently done a sweep of the space, because the white floor tiles glisten as he switches on the light.

Enji takes his time walking to his assigned locker, pausing for a moment to smile softly at the engraved nameplate one of his sidekicks has had welded to the blue metal. Beneath his name, the words “Flame Boss” have been engraved in a stylized font. It had initially been a practical joke – when the spa-like bathroom facilities were being built, a daring sidekick had dared his friend to sneak in and alter Endeavor’s locker nameplate. When Endeavor had seen the engraving, his initial action had been one of rage – how dare his sidekicks deface his property in a blatant show of disrespect! But once he had cooled down, he quickly realized that the engraving had come from a sense of commradery. Now  the “Flame Boss” engraving brought a spark of warmth to Enji’s heart whenever he saw it.

Enji slowly removes his costume. He’s sore, so it takes a long time to discard the heavy metal plates and skin-tight fabric that make up his hero uniform. He hangs the pieces up in his broad locker, then strips himself naked. He gazes in his locker’s small mirror, taking in the faint bags beneath his tired eyes. There’s a cut beneath his chin that needs cleaning, and a light bruise is blooming across his right pectoral. His body is the same as ever – thick, defined muscles wrapped around his large, pale frame. He frowns for a moment, thinking he might see a few strands of grey cropping up in his bright red hair.

Ready for a shower, Enji moves into the bathing area of the sprawling facility. Past the lockers, a short hallway leads off into the shower room and the steam room. There’s a shelf midway down the hall piled high with fluffy white towels and long bathrobes. Enji pads his way down the hall to grab a fresh towel. He’s naked save for his soft slippers. The rest of the company is either working or sleeping, so he doesn’t feel the need to wrap a towel around his waist.

The shower room is fairly large - a massive tiled room with 10 showerheads protruding from the right wall. Since the area is dedicated solely to men, there are no curtains or barriers between the showers. Each showerhead has a dedicated shampoo and body wash dispenser mounted to the wall beneath it.

Enji selects his favored shower – the showerhead and faucet furthest away from the door. He sighs deeply, content, as he turns the knob to its hottest setting. Thick steam fills the room. Enji steps beneath the heavy stream of water and sighs contentedly as the torrent of heat rolls across his skin. He closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle way the water beads and runs across his substantial frame.

“Oh, hey there Number One!”

Ugh, it’s Hawks.

The twenty-something hero has been a thorn in his side for a few months now – constantly popping up unannounced with cryptic warnings and infuriating sarcasm. What’s got Enji shaken up even more is the way that Hawks has started openly flirting with him. The Number 2 Hero is constantly in Enji’s personal space – touching him, joking around at him, making eyes at him. It’s enough to drive any self respecting hero insane.

Currently, the winged hero is giving Endeavor a sort of appraising look. He’s got that stupid vacant smile on his face as he takes in the scene.

“What are you doing here?” Enji moves to grab his towel off its hook to quickly cover his waist. When Hawks shows up, things are never good.

Hawks himself is bare-chested, standing in nothing but tight black boxers. The underwear hugs his chiseled frame almost sinfully, leaving little to imagination. He shifts on his feat, his package lightly bouncing with the movement. Enji quickly tears his eyes away from his comrade’s crotch, his eyes landing instead on the small zippered bag  perched in Hawks’ hand. It looks to be a waterproof travel toiletry kit. A small silver “H” is embroidered on the side.

“Relax, Endeavor! I was just in the area fighting a villain and thought I’d pop by to say hi. Your assistant told me I could use the facilities to rinse off – I hope you don’t mind.” He raises his eyebrows at the last part, smiling as he glances down at Enji’s covered waist.

Hawks saunters over to the other side of the shower area, pointedly choosing the showerhead furthest away from Enji. He sets down his small kit on one of the available shelves and unzips it, pulling out a few different travel sized bottles.

Probably some stupid trendy hair products, that damn bird is always preening himself. Enji rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore the winged hero the best he can. The sooner he washes up, the sooner he can get to bed and recover from the long toils of the day.

Enji refocuses. Now that Hawks is a comfortable distance away, he removes his towel and hangs it back on its designated hook. Steam fills the room as he turns the shower to its hottest setting. He reaches for the generic shampoo that the agency provides and begins lathering his hair. The hot water hits his back and instantly he feels his muscles relaxing. He lets his mind go blank as he savors the feel of the water in his hair, on his skin. What a day it’s been.

Enji settles into his typical routine – lather, rinse, repeat. An unexpected noise drifts along the shower room: a soft moan is rebounding around the acoustics of the facility, warbling beneath the sound of the pitter-patter of the shower water. He’s jerked from his relaxing state and looks over at Hawks, annoyed. His eyes widen in surprise at the image before him:

Hawks stands, expectedly naked under a stream of hot water. What’s unexpected: he’s slowly working at his semi-hard cock with one hand as he flips the top off of a small bottle from his travel kit with the other. Enji’s jaw drops at the scene.

After a few moments, Hawks feels Enji’s eyes on him and looks over lazily, head cocked to the side. He doesn’t wait for the Flame Hero to speak, but plows right into an explanation. “Kind of a post-battle ritual of mine. It’s the only way to kind of “reset” my nervous system after the stress of combat.” He pauses, gauging Enji’s reaction before adding as an afterthought: “Hope you don’t mind, Endeavor.”

“Of course not.” The words fly out of Enji’s mouth before he can stop them. The red-haired hero shifts awkwardly and looks away. Of course he has a fucking problem with what’s happening here! Hawks is pornographically pleasuring himself in an employee facility! On one hand, Enji is absolutely appalled at the gross disrespect Hawks has for Endeavor and his agency. On the other, he completely understands Hawks’ so called “ritual.” Everyone has different ways of unwinding after battle. It’s a hard job that they do, after all.

Several feet over, Hawks squeezes the contents of the tiny bottle into his hand. A thick, clear substance flows easily into his palm. “It’s lube. I bring it with me when I’m out of town – it’s a very specific formula that allows me to get justttt the right stroke in.”  He reaches down to apply some of the lube to his already-hard dick. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to coat his hard dick with the lubricant.

 “Jeez….yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Enji tries to ignore him, blowing steam out his nose. What an annoying bird! He glances back over and sees that Hawks is now looking directly at him, stroking that stiff cock of his.

“You wanna try some?” Hawks asks, indicating the small bottle of supposedly special lube.

“What?” Enji asks in absolute disbelief.

“You heard me.” Hawks’ face has broken into a sly smile. He drops his dick and starts to slowly saunter towards Enji’s shower area. Within a few strides he’s next to Enji, holding the lube bottle out like a peace offering.

“Why the hell would I want that?” Enji huffs, uncomfortable of the general nakedness in the room.

“To help you let loose! You’re wayyyy too high-strung Number One. You need to clear out the ‘ole pipes!” Hawks’ grin is nauseatingly shit-eating as he says this. Enji wants to smack the bottle out of his hand and then give the 22 year-old a smack across the face for good measure.

“Hawks.” Enji fumes, “Go back to your shower and I’ll forget this conversation ever happened. I’ll even let you pleasuring yourself publically slide since you did my agency a favor today. Now get out of my face and leave me alone.” Enji resumes lathering his hair, hoping the blonde will take the hint and go the hell away. After a moment, he looks up to check – only to see that the Winged Hero is glued to the spot, hand still outstretched with his X-rated offering of lube. The shorter hero’s eyes are a bit glassy, a storm of emotion rolling across his retinas. When he speaks, his tone has completely changed – it’s softer, almost gravely.

“I mean it, Number One. You’ll be able to unwind so much more easily if you just rub one out. In fact…” Hawks pauses to lick his lips, his pink tongue darting across his even cupid’s bow. “…I could do it for you, if you want.”

Silence. Enji stops shampooing his hair.

It’s as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room as Hawks’ words reverberate against the shower’ room’s flawless acoustics. Did he just offer to…?

“…what?” Enji chokes out, flabbergasted.

Hawks drops his arm and lets the bottle hang at his side. His cock is erect and shiny, still covered with a thick coat of lubricant. In his disbelief, Enji can’t take his eyes off of it.

“How about it, Endeavor?” Hawks’ gravely voice is honeyed and sweet. “All you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I promise – I’m really good at it. I can make you cum in a few minutes if you’d like.”

“Hawks!” Enji blusters, reaching blindly for his towel as Hawks takes a step towards him.

“I know you want me.” Hawks’ eyes are a deep, liquid golden and filled with curiosity as he takes an obvious look at Enji’s package. “I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. Sidelong glances at team up briefings, checking out my ass before we go in for joint interviews with the newscasters. And look – you’re half-hard just at the prospect of me getting you off.” And it’s true – Enji looks down and sees that his own dick is growing increasingly harder as the conversation continues. He moves to cover himself with a single large hand. The damn towel is just out of reach.

Hawks flaps his wet wings, splattering Enji with tiny raindrops of hot water. He lifts off the ground a bit, coming towards the Flame Hero. Enji steps backward quickly to avoid a collision. Within moments, his back is against the warm tiled shower wall as Hawks hovers in front of him, contemplatively.

“You want me.” Hawks doesn’t say it as a question, but rather states it as a hard, biting fact. The Winged Hero’s mouth curves into a teasing smile when Enji doesn’t argue.

Of course Enji wants Hawks.

For months he’s been taking more and more notice of just how…attractive he finds the younger hero. Typically civilians, reporters and peers are too intimidated by Enji to flirt with him. And yet Hawks does. Hawks has been a massive flirt since their first encounter – he pushes and prods and smirks in that unique, infuriating way of his. He has never been afraid of Enji – and to a hero who has never known tenderness from others…that is so incredibly sexy.

“Shut up, Hawks.” If looks could kill, Endeavor’s glare would have Hawks buried 6 feet down in a grave. This makes Hawks’ smile grow impossibly larger. He’s hovering at eyelevel with Enji, his wings flapping powerfully behind him to keep him alight. Hawks moves impossibly closer until the two are a breath apart.

“You’re such a noble man, Number One. You saved – what – 40 people today? Let yourself relax. Take what you want.” Hawks whispers smoothly, his breath damp and hot against Enji’s face.

Enji closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to regulate himself to keep his face from bursting into flames from the sheer intensity of this exchange. Hawks notices the shift and moves to give the larger hero airspace. He drops to the ground, letting his wings fall into their typical resting place behind his back.

Enji takes a few deep, calming breaths before he opens his eyes and looks down at the now-grounded Hawks.

“We can’t.” He says stiffly, shifting on his feet. He feels his now fully-erect length bounce against his toned stomach.

Hawks looks up into Enji’s piercing eyes and shrugs.

“Fine, we won’t hook up. But you’re hard as a rock right now, Number One. You’re going to need to jerk yourself off to get rid of that before you walk through the halls of your agency. One look at that hard-on and your employees are slapping you with a sexual harassment case.” Hawks points down at Enji’s dick without looking. The Flame Hero groans in embarrassment and exasperation. He can feel his cheeks flush at the comment – if it wasn’t apparent that he was into Hawks before, it’s undeniably clear now. His hard cock is a blatant acknowledgement of his attraction to the Wing Hero.

Hawks, as usual, continues to do all the talking.

“Okay, let’s compromise.” He says, looking Enji straight in the eye. The blonde pops open the bottle of the tube in his hands and makes a show of pouring a glob of thick gel into his left palm. “I’ll start you off, and then you finish the job.”

“What!? Wait, Hawks - ” But Enji finds he can’t finish his sentance as he’s overcome with the feeling of Hawks’ lubed up hand sliding down to the base of his cock. His eyes widen in horror as he watches the blonde spread lube across his impossibly hard erection and begin to slowly jerk him off. He then glides his hand up the length of Enji’s cock, pumping just beneath the sensitive head a few times before sliding back towards his balls.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” Hawks’ voice is syrupy, but there’s a serious undertone to it. Enji can tell that for once, the blonde is being sincere.

Enji says nothing.

Hawks takes this as permission to continue. He works at Eni’s cock for a handful of moments in a way that makes the larger hero see stars. After a few minutes, Hawks drops to his knees for a better vantage point – allowing for easier access to Enji’s cock and balls with his capable hands. Enji is absolutely melting into the tile wall behind him. He can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this. Hawks is so confident in his delivery – he seems to know exactly where to touch to maximize Enji’s gratification.

As usual, Hawks has a wide smile plastered on his face. He’s clearly enjoying the view as he looks up at the imposing planes of Enji’s muscled body from his place on the ground.

“Alright, Endeavor. Let’s see how you like the Fierce Wings Tremor. It’s a special move I’ve been working on.” A small feather detaches itself from Hawks’ wings and flutters down beneath Enji’s balls; it flattens itself against his testicles and begins to lightly vibrate. Hawks continues to pump Enji’s cock, and the red-haired hero can’t help but let out a soft moan at the incredible combination of sensations.

“That’s so hot Number One. Keep making that noise.” Hawks practically moans himself as he feels Enji’s member twitch between his fingers. He stares, eyes wide, as he admires just how thick and hot the Flame Hero’s massive cock is. He’s enjoying the way he’s making Endeavor into a large, sex-starved mess. Enji lets out a long, low moan as the blonde rolls a lubed-up finger across the head of his cock. Hawks licks his lips, pausing before he asks an unthinkable question. “Endeavor…mind if I suck your dick?”

Enji goes silent. Hawks notices the way the older hero’s body is suddenly tense again. Endeavor’s wall is back up.

“Hey – it’s fine. We can just keep doing this.” Hawks soothes, continuing to tug at his colleague’s length.

“Hawks…we should stop.” Enji’s voice is almost an octave lower than usual. His eyes are a bit glazed over - a mixture of exhaustion and desire making them hazy.

“But Number One, I’m just getting started!” Hawks says airily. “Let me at least make you cum. I can do it so much faster if you let me use my mouth a little.”

Enji sighs deeply, steeling himself. “Hawks. You know my wife has been hospitalized for quite some time. This isn’t something I’m used to – it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone, my lust clearly is impairing my judgment here. So well I’m flattered that you want to do this, I think this is a good stopping point.”

Hawks lets his feather drop away from Enji’s balls. It flies up and returns to it’s allotted spot on the underside of his left wing.

“Oh…you mean you haven’t…since you and your wife?” Hawks’ eyes widen a bit in understanding. “You mean no one’s gone down on you in like…what – 10 years?!”

Enji shifts uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

“Hold on Number One – have you ever gotten your dick sucked!? It seems like you were fine with all of this until I mentioned giving you a BJ.” Hawks says incredulously. Enji can understand his disbelief. Hawks is young – he’s 22 and horny. He’s likely only been having sex for a few years now so it’s all still new and fuzzy and electric. Enji remembers being young like that – making out with a classmate his last year at UA in order to get closer to her Pro Hero father, losing his virginity in the back office of his work study to a much older Pro Hero to get put on better cases and patrols. These few sexual experiences had been relatively quick and emotionless for Enji.

The truth is – he and Rei had gotten married so young and for the sole purpose of producing strong, unbeatable Todoroki heirs. Nights with Rei had been purely transactional. The couple had done what was necessary to create a child, and no more. Sex for Enji had never been focused on pleasure – it had become a tool to get what he wanted.

And yet…he remembers how he had felt in his twenties: being so horny he could barely stand it. There were nights he couldn’t wait to get home from work to fuck his wife just for the feel of her tight around his cock. He looks back at those memories now, ashamed at the way he had always put his needs above her own. His wife had deserved an attentive lover, not someone who was always taking. He was always just showing up to her bed to get off and plant his seed.

“Hey, Number One – you tired? You’re zoning out on me.” Hawks snaps Enji’s thoughts back to the present with his sarcastic, lazy drawl.

“To answer your question truthfully…no, I’ve never had oral sex.”

Hawks throws his head back and laughs. It’s not mocking though – he seems more tickled with the situation than anything.

“Well lucky me – first one to suck off Endeavor.”

Enji’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“You can’t seriously mean you’re going to - ” But he’s cut off by the achingly wonderful sensation of Hawks’ mouth on his dick. The winged hero has slipped his lips around the mushroom head of Enji’s thick cock, and is sucking softly. He looks up at Endeavor, his eyes mischievous.

“Hawks, we can’t do this.” Enji says firmly. His dick is saying otherwise – pleasure the likes of which Enji has never known is coursing through his length as Hawks uses his tongue to swirl circles around Enji’s tip.

Hawks extricates himself from Enji’s cock with a wickedly wet “pop” of his lips. He tilts his head to the side and looks up questioningly at the Number One hero.

“Why not?” He says simply. Enji meets his gaze and doesn’t miss the way that the winged hero’s pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Well for one, this facility is open to all of the male heroes in my employ. This is not a private setting whatsoever.”

Hawks shrugs. “I don’t mind getting caught. Besides, if any of your sidekicks tattle on us, no one will believe them. The top two heroes going at it? Ha! Even I can’t believe it – and I’ve got your dick in my hand right now.”

Enji cocks an eyebrow. “Your indifference to this is insane.”

“I’m very chill. Sue me.” Hawks takes a moment to roll his shoulders and shake out his wings. “But if it would make you uncomfortable, I can post some feathers outside the door so we get plenty of warning if someone decides to come this way.” Instantly, two tiny feathers shoot out from Hawks’ wings – zinging through the hallway, past the lockers and out of sight.

Hawks looks up at Endeavor with shining eyes of gold, his expression hard to read. “Better?”

Endeavor huffs. “Not quite. Hawks - we’re colleagues. This is inappropriate. Think of what people would say if they found out.”

Hawks snorts. “Endeavor…do you know how many Pro Hero’s I’ve fucked in the past year alone?”

Enji had always known there was a big hookup culture among Pros, especially the younger ones. How could there not be? The Pro Hero community is filled to the brim with attractive, talented individuals who share a common goal. It’s no surprise that Hawks has been sleeping around with their colleagues.

“Fair point.” Enji concedes. Hawks gives the Flame Hero’s cock a light stroke in response, grinning. Enji tries to ignore the wave of pleasure that washes over him at each flick of Hawks’ strong hand.

Enji deliberately holds Hawks’ gaze, and avoids looking at the way the blonde’s hand is wrapped around his hard member. “But then there’s this – Hawks, I’m old enough to be your father.”

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. Enji instantly regrets the words leaving his mouth when he sees a maniacal gleam light up in Hawks’ eyes.

“Oh, I’ve definitely thought about that already...” Hawks leans in and licks a hot stripe up the underside of Enji’s cock, causing it to twitch. He looks up at Endeavor with his big beautiful golden eyes and says the next word in a soft whisper.

“…Daddy.”

At the word, something inside Endeavor snaps. He’s all lust, completely overcome with the need to shove Hawks to the ground, to teach him a damn lesson with his thick, fiery cock. He wants to bend the winged hero over and fuck him until he cries out for mercy. Hawks is strong, sure. But Endeavor can say with almost complete confidence that he is stronger. It would be easy to turn the tables here, to ensure that Hawks is the one breathing heavily, begging to cum.

But no, Endeavor doesn’t do any of these things. Instead he stays stock still and utters a single, harsh word in response to the blonde hero’s ministrations:

“Fuck.”

That’s all the invitation Hawks needs. He smiles broadly as he leans in and cups Enji’s balls with a rough hand. Within seconds he’s licking up and down the Flame Hero’s length with abandon, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns across the hard flesh.

“You’re too serious, Number One.” Hawks barks out a laugh when Enji’s fingers dig their way into his thick hair. “Let me help you lighten up a little.”

Enji’s face is burning hot with a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. Against his better judgment, he lets Hawks take control. The winged hero moves a hand gently massage the soft inner flesh of Enji’s left thigh for a few moments. He seems almost entranced by Enji’s thick member. Enji wonders smugly if it’s bigger than what Hawks is used to, if he’ll know how to handle such an intimidating co-

All thoughts in Enji’s mind evaporate as Hawks wraps his hot, chatty mouth around the flame hero’s cock. In one fluid motion, he slides down the shaft to take in a few generous inches. He repositions his hands so that one is still fondling Enji’s balls, while the other is slowly pumping the cock’s base.

Within seconds, Hawks is bobbing up and down on the thick dick of Japan’s Number One Hero. He hollows out his cheeks and focuses on pleasuring the head for a few moments before moving down to take a few more inches. Enji feels his dick hit the back of Hawks’ hot throat. He sees the way the hero breathes in through his nose and relaxes his muscles, swallowing Enji’s length down easily. He seems to have experience at this.

Enji can’t take his eyes off the sight – it’s so hot, so ridiculously sexy. He feels oddly…powerful? Standing above the cheeky twenty-something, being pleasured by the prince of the hero charts.

He decides to push his luck a little.

“Ah. That’s right, bow down to the Number One Hero.” He teases, winding Hawks’ golden curls loosely around his fingers and giving a soft tug. “Glad you know your place, Hawks. You belong on your knees, pretty bird. I bet I can have my assistant draw up a contract to onboard you as my own personal slut.”

Enji’s not quite sure where that last sentence came from, but it feels like the right mood. Hawks eyes widen in response. For a brief moment he seems to loose focus and chokes a bit on Enji’s dick. He moves as if he’s going to pull away for a breath, but quickly composes himself and doubles down on his efforts. He continues to sloppily deep throat Enji’s cock in the most delicious way. Enji is impressed.

“Weren’t expecting that were you?” Enji tugs on Hawks’ hair again, eliciting a moan from the back of the Number 2 Hero’s throat. The vibration of the groan ricochets up Enji’s dick and through his body like a bolt of electricity. “Oh, you liked that?” Enji gives another soft pull at Hawks’ beautiful damp curls before moving his hands down to grip the hero’s jaw. Enji makes eye contact with the blonde to ensure that he’s not being too rough. He then shifts his weight a bit and thrusts lightly into Hawks’ mouth. Hawks accommodates him easily, continuing to breathe through his nose as Enji gains some speed, fucking his face.

They continue in this way for a bit – Enji giving and Hawks silently taking. After a few minutes, Hawks taps Enji’s leg lightly to indicate that he needs a break. He pulls his mouth off of the Flame Hero’s dick with a wet smack, drool dripping down his chin. His eyes are unfocused and fucked-out. Any cheeky façade has all but vanished.

“Endeavor…” Hawks whispers hoarsely, dropping his forehead to rest against Enji’s muscular thigh for a moment as he catches his breath.

“You…You can call me Enji.” The Flame Hero says softly. “While we’re doing this.”

“Enji.” Hawks says, rolling the name around his tongue. “Enji. It suits you.”

Hearing the name come off of Hawks’ lips feels almost…intimate. Enji’s not sure if he likes it.

“What should I call you?” Enji says softly, moving his hand to card through Hawks’ thick hair.”

A pause.

“Just Hawks. I don’t have any other name.” Hawks says in a small voice. He sounds broken, vulnerable. Enji feels shaky at the tone. He never expected to speak to the winged hero with this much openness, and he’s not sure how to proceed. They rest in silence for a few moments, Hawks breathing heavily with his sweaty face on Enji’s leg and Enji awkwardly petting his head. It doesn’t feel appropriate to ask any more questions about Hawks’ true name.

After what feels like an eternity, Hawks pulls back and looks back up at Enji. He’s still on his knees, wings folded behind him haphazardly. From this angle Enji can see the blonde’s full erection, his dick full and dripping with arousal. Enji’s mouth almost waters at the image.

“Well, Enji.” The blonde smirks and narrows his eyes up at the Flame Hero. Hawks has seemed to gain back a bit of his old swagger, but his voice still holds breathiness to it. “You ready to have your mind blown by the Number Two hero?”

“I’m ready and waiting.” Enji says, as teasingly as he can. He mentally kicks himself for being so damn awkward at this.

“Well sit back and relax, because I’m about to lay down my ultimate move.” He winks, and reaches out to begin stroking Enji with renewed vigor. Enji moans at the contact and lets his head fall back against the warm tiled wall. Hawks’ movements are different now. He’s taking his time, working at Enji’s dick slowly in an effort to draw out as much pleasure as possible. When his lips wrap back around Enji’s cock, they move slowly and teasingly up and down the hard length.

Enji feels he’s fit to burst at any moment. Then he feels Hawks’ fingers beginning to wander.

“Absolutely not.” He says sharply as Hawks’ hand caresses his right ass cheek.

“Just relax and let me drive. I promise you’ll like this.”

And, against his better judgment, Enji settles back against the wall and lets Hawks work.

The winged hero continues to bob his head up and down Enji’s cock, while the fingers of his right hand slowly move between Enji’s ass cheeks. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. He gently moves his index finger to circle Enji’s hole.

“Hawks!” Enji practically spits at the intrusion. No one has ever touched him there and it’s a jarring feeling.

Hawks chuckles but continues to circle the tight knot, noting the embarrassment in Enji’s face as he does so. He pops his mouth off of Endeavor’s dick and says soothingly “just relax into it – once you get over the shock, it feels amazing. I promise.”

Enji takes a deep breath and does as Hawks says, trying to stay loose and engage with the feeling. He screws his eyes shut with the effort.

“That’s it, Number One.” Hawks coos, continuing to move his fingers around the rim of Enji’s hole. The blonde hero moves to take Enji’s dick in his mouth again as he continues to work at his colleague’s ass. Within seconds, Enji lets out a loud, sensual moan.

“What did I say Enji? I’m a bird of my word.” Hawks mutters before he speeds up his pace.

Enji can feel himself coming undone at Hawks’ touch. The birdbrained hero was absolutely right – the finger gently circling his ass is making him see stars. That, combined with Hawks’ sensual dick sucking is driving him over the edge.

“Hawks.” He whispers. “Hawks! I’m going to…”

Hawks draws the orgasm out of him quickly, and the pleasure crashes over Enji like a wave, threatening to drown him. For a moment, he forgets to breathe as he watches Hawks quickly pull his mouth off of Enji’s cock before getting splattered with cum, the thick liquid dripping down his smooth chest.

Hawks throws back his head and laughs gleefully as he pumps Enji’s dick, helping him ride out his orgasm. Enji groans as he finishes, fireworks sparking off behind his eyes as he comes down from his high.

It takes a few minutes for Enji to come back into himself. Even after he’s finished, he’s still gasping for breath. He feels shaky and exhausted, but the happy hormones flowing through his body make him feel the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

“Wow.” He states simply, running a finger through his bright, sweaty hair. He’s never had a sexual experience quite like that. The situation had felt so charged, so intense. The feeling is strangely addicting. He’s still exhausted, but he wants more. Is this how sex is supposed to feel!? He looks over at Hawks, who is now up on his feet and rinsing himself off under Enji’s abandoned shower.

“What a waste of water, Number One.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at Enji as he scrubs a bar of soap across his sticky chest. “If the Green Party finds out about this, they’ll come for your agency for sure.”

All Enji can do for a moment is stare. He’s never quite let himself enjoy Hawks’ beauty before. He’s always found Hawks to be an attractive man – but he had always forced himself to remain professional in his presence. That meant any glances at Hawks’ physique were stolen. Any dirty thoughts carefully tucked away without a second thought. But now, alone in the Endeavor Hero Agency shower facility…Enji allows himself to look all he wants. He wants to get his fill of Hawks before things go back to the way they usually are – the top 2 heroes. Colleagues who mostly get on each other’s nerves.

The florescent light bounces off of Hawks’ slick, wet body. His wavy blonde hair glows almost golden in the lowlight. Enji’s orgasm clouded mind thinks vaguely that the younger hero is sculpted like a piece of art – he’s all perfect proportions and thick cords of muscle. And oh, his dick…there, bouncing prominently between the Winged Hero’s muscular thighs is a formidable member that’s clearly still half-hard under the running water. Enji allows himself admire the golden happy trail that softly tapers down Hawks’ toned stomach. He enjoys the way that Hawks’ package bounces and rolls each time he shifts his weight to gain better access to the stream of hot water raining down on him from above.

Hawks continues to lather himself up, closing his eyes as he rinses the last of Enji’s cum off of his body. He has his bright red angel wings puffed out to avoid the hot water, the pose makes him look like some sort of mythological creature. A beautiful demigod chimera -half man, half beast.

Once he’s done, he steps out from under the gentle stream of water and begins to run through some light stretches. He massages slowly behind his calf, working to get the blood flowing. Enji realizes with some guilt that surely the hero’s legs have cramped up after kneeling for so long. When Enji inquires if this is the case, Hawks waves him off with an errant hand.

“I’ve been trained to withstand all sorts of crazy torture scenarios. Being stuck in a single position like that and muscle strain don’t really bother me at this point. However…” Hawks begins massaging the muscles surrounding his mouth. “I do have one helluva cramp in my jaw after sucking for so long. That happens sometimes.” He looks at Endeavor pointedly.

“Well you need to learn to take things in moderation then.” Enji huffs; half-joking, half-admonishing.

Hawks grins at him. “Try telling me to ‘Take it in moderation’ next time I’m between your thighs sucking on your-”

But Hawks’ pert response is cut short, as Enji reaches out and hauls the blonde hero across the slick tiles before he can finish his sentence. The Number Two Hero’s mouth seems to be stuck in a small “o” of surprise as he feels himself turned around   so that his round, muscular ass is flush against Enji’s spent cock.

“Hey, Number One – what are you…?” Hawks begins to ask, but Enji cuts him off again with a brisk request.

“Send away your feathers for a moment, Hawks. I’ve seen you do it before. Lose the wings.” Enji uses his most authoritative “Number One Hero” voice, and is surprised when Hawks obliges without complaints.

There’s a quick swirl of red as the soft feathers fly in all directions, leaving Hawks’ muscular back almost completely naked. All that remains are two small, feathery stumps. Enji runs a fingertip lightly around the base of one of the downy nubbins and is rewarded with a sharp intake of breath form the winged hero.

“You’re so vulnerable like this.” Enji almost whispers, caressing the tiny wing again. “I bet you never get touched like this.” Enji puts more pressure on the area and Hawks whines aloud. The Flame Hero smirks at the reaction. Now that Hawks’ full wings are gone, Enji is able to wrap his arms more securely around the shorter man’s toned frame.

“You thought you were going to get away that easily, huh? Just get me off and disappear without retribution?” Enji says coolly, hands moving to grip Hawks’ defined hips. For a nanosecond he sees something like fear dart across Hawks’ eyes, before the carefree mask retakes his features. “You’re not getting away that easily, little hero.”

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Family Vacation (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, pregnancy, jealous reader, insecurity (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: Pov: family vacation with your family and Joel’s.

Words count: 2.1k

A/N: This series is ending soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 17 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

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It was a long weekend and the two of you decided to invite your family and Tommy and Flo to have a short vacation out of town together. You and Joel rented a big house for a few days so you could spend the weekend with your family. You and your family separately and decided to meet at the house.

“Sarah’s asleep.” Joel whispered as he looked to the rear view mirror.

*car honked*

“What the fuck is his problem?!” Joel flinched at the honk.

“It’s okay baby, go back to sleep.” You reached Sarah’s hand who was laying on the back seat.

Sarah closed her eyes, hugged her teddy bear tight and went back to sleep.

“I think you’re driving too slow, baby.” You stroked Joel’s upper arm.

“I’m not goin’ any faster than this.” Joel shook his head.

He was driving slow because he didn’t want you and Sarah to be in danger. Not after the accident that broke the two of you apart. 

“We’re not gonna get there on time if you keep driving like this.” You sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not risking you, Sarah and our baby’s lives.” Joel put his right hand on your protruding belly.

Since you reunited with Joel, you tried again for a baby and you were now 6 months pregnant with Joel’s baby. Joel had been very protective of you since the accident and he even got more protective when you told him you were pregnant. 

“How long till we get there?” You looked at the rear view mirror then to Joel.

“3 hours tops.” Joel tapped the steering wheel.

“O-kay.” You yawned. 

Since you got pregnant, you get tired easily. You spent most of your days sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating. Joel had been very supportive and protective. He did most of the chores and cooked for you. You wanted to have a baby gender reveal party to your family and Joel came up with the idea to have this family vacation and surprise them.

“Get some sleep. I know you’re tired.” Joel told you to sleep.

“I’m not.” You gave him a side eye.

But before you knew it, you were already asleep. Your head went limp falling to the right and left. 

“Uh-oh.” Joel panicked as he saw your head falling down to your shoulder.

Joel drove with his left hand while his right held your head trying to straighten it up so your neck wouldn’t hurt when you woke up later. His head moved back to back looking at you and the highway. 

“Hmm?” You suddenly opened your eyes. Joel chuckled.

“How long did I sleep?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“Uh-2 hours?” Joel looked at his watch.

“Uh-oh.” You suddenly froze and put your hand on your belly.

“What is it?” Joel put his hand on top of yours.

“I need to pee. This is an emergency.” Your baby was kicking on your bladder and you need to pee right now.

“Okay, can you hold it? I think we’re near a rest area.” Joel got both his hands back to the steering wheel and focused on finding a rest area sign.

“Okay, hurry.” You tried your best not to pee in the car.

Joel drove a bit faster and thankfully he was right. There was a rest area near you. He parked right away and took off his seatbelt. Then he ran to you and helped you out of the car. 

“Wait here and watch Sarah. I’ll be fine.” You waddled to the restroom.

You sighed as you peed. Thank goodness it wasn’t too late or you would be peeing in your car. When you waddled back to your car, Joel was leaning on the car door waiting for you. Crossing his arms and smiling at you. You smiled back at him and looked around. Every woman there was staring at him. You waddled faster as you saw a young hot woman walking towards Joel. But you were too late, she got to Joel first. 

"Hi handsome, I was looking at you from there." She pointed at the place she was standing. 

"Hi." Joel just chuckled. 

"What are you doing here standing next to your car, showing off your muscles." Her hands were now on Joel's upper arm caressing his biceps. 

"I'm waiting for my pregnant wife." Joel's eyes moved to see you behind her and dragged her hand off him. 

"Wi-?" She turned her head and saw you. 

You glared at her as your hand supported your back. 

"Sorry." She looked at you up and down and left. 

"What was that?" You were jealous.

"Don't worry about that. Come on." Joel held your hand and helped you get inside the car.

"Were you just flirting?" You glared at him.

"No, baby. She approached me." Joel chuckled.

"Why are you laughing? Is this a joke?" You raised your voice. 

"Shh, baby. You're gonna wake Sarah." Joel turned his head to the back seat to check on Sarah. 

"Did you get her number?" You asked him.

"No, I didn't get her number and  I didn't give her anythin'." Joel faced you. 

"Don't you ever let other women touch you again, promise?" You gave him your pinky.

"You're my only one, baby. I promise." He linked his pinky to yours.

Even though you and him had pinky promised, you were still anxious. You remembered how the woman looked so sexy and you were now heavily pregnant and so round. You were insecure and you were scared that he might not find you attractive anymore. 

Another hour passed and you finally arrived at the destination. 

"Hi!" Your mom and dad waved their hand from the porch since they arrived earlier. 

“Hi mom, hi dad.” You hugged your mom and dad one by one.

“Hi there, my favorite granddaughter!” Your dad crouched and lifted Sarah.

“Grandpa!” Sarah cupped her grandpa’s cheeks.

“How are you doing, honey?” Your mom rested her hand on your lower back and walked inside the house with you.

“Tired all the time.” You chuckled.

“Sit here. I’ll get you some drinks.” Your mom sat you on the couch and got you a glass of the juice she made.

“Thanks, mom.” You sipped on the juice.

“Can we take the first-floor master bedroom? Can’t let my wife climb the stairs too much.” Joel asked with your luggage in his hand.

“Yes, of course.” Your mom nodded.

“Thank you, Joel.” You smiled at him. 

While Joel moved the stuff in the bedroom, you heard a knock. 

“I’ll get it.” Your mom asked you to stay seated

“Hi!” It was Tommy and Flo.

“Hi! Come in!” Your mom invited them in.

“Hey!” You turned your head to look at them and smiled.

Then Tommy moved the luggage inside and looked for Joel. 

“You’re big.” Flo sat next to you and her eyes widened as she saw your belly.

“I know.” You chuckled.

“You want to touch it?” You took her hand and put it on your belly.

“That’s weird.” Flo chuckled.

“I’m growing a baby inside me, Flo.” You gave her a side eye.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” She giggled.

“This will be you soon.” You moved your hand in circles pointing at your very pregnant belly.

“No way!” She bumped your upper arm.

The day was spent to unpack and when you finished, it was almost dinner time.

“I think we need to prepare dinner, girls. It’s almost dinner time.” Your mom called from the kitchen.

You were laying on the bed to get some rest after unpacking. You groaned as you tried to get up. 

“Uh-Joel.” You called for Joel.

“Yeah, baby?” Joel stood up from the floor. He was unpacking his luggage.

“I can’t get up.” You tried to get up but you couldn’t because of how big your belly was.

Joel chuckled as he looked at you.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You look like a turtle, baby.” You knew he was holding himself from bursting into laughter.

“A turtle?” You started to tear up because of what he said.

“Hey, hey, I was just jokin’ baby.” He rushed to you and sat on the edge of bed.

“I’m sorry baby. It was just a joke. You’re beautiful, baby. You’re not a turtle.” Joel stroked your head then your belly.

You sobbed as you wiped your tears from your cheeks. You were already insecure about your body and now he joked like that.

“Baby..You know I didn’t mean that.” He wiped your tears with his thumb.

 You nodded and pouted. 

“Come on, I’ll help you up.” Joel put his arm behind your back and helped you sit.

He waited there and rubbed your back until you stopped crying. 

“Mom’s probably waiting.” You snorted and stood up.

Joel rested his hand on your back and supported you as you walked to the kitchen. Your mom and Flo were already preparing some meat, drinks, and everything while your dad, Tommy and Sarah were in the yard setting up the grill. 

“Joel! We need help!” Tommy shouted from the yard so Joel left you in the kitchen.

“Sit, honey. Your back must be killing you.” Your mom rubbed your back.

“I’m okay, mom.” You smiled. Your mom always cared for you and you were grateful for that.

“Okay, I think we should move these.” Flo passed you a plate of meat and she took another one too.

The three of you then moved everything to the yard. The boys had the grill and table all set up. You took a seat and your stomach was growling. Joel heard it so he stood up right away and started grilling the meat and sausages. He put the cooked ones on a plate and passed it to you first before anyone else. 

“Thank you, baby.” You sighed in relief.

You ate right away because you were hungry. Then suddenly Sarah ran to her dad close to the grill.

“Sarah!” You hurriedly put your plate on the table and stood up to stop her.

But before you ran to her, Joel turned his head and blocked her daughter from getting near the hot grill. 

“Don’t get too close, babygirl.” 

“I wanna see!” Sarah jumped. 

“Okay, you can see but don’t touch it okay?” Joel carried her with one arm and the other one continued grilling. 

“That was close.” You sighed as you rested your hand on your stomach. 

“Beers? Everyone?” Tommy came with a lot of cans of beer in his arms.

“Me! Me!” Flo raised her hand.

“Me too!” Your dad grabbed one of the beers from Tommy.

“Ugh-I crave for beer.” You groaned.

“You can’t have one, mama.” Joel glared at you as he grilled.

You squinted your eyes to him and took a bite of your sausage. 

You and your family spent the night eating at the yard, enjoying the night, talking, laughing, singing while Joel played the guitar, and looking at the moon. Then it was time for you to reveal your baby’s gender. 

“It’s dessert time!” You brought a box of cupcakes to the yard.

“One person, one cupcake.” You opened the box and asked everyone to take one.

“Don’t eat it yet, daddy!” You stopped your dad. 

“I want everyone to get a bite when I count to three, okay?” 

Everyone was confused but they listened to you.

“Okay, one, two, three.” Everyone ate the cupcake. 

You baked the cupcakes yourself and you filled the filling with color according to your baby’s gender. Blue for a boy, pink for a girl. Joel didn’t know yet. You asked your doctor not to tell him because you wanted to surprise him and your family. 

“Hmm..This is so good.” Your dad mumbled. He always loved sweets and your cakes.

“Thanks dad.” You chuckled.

“Why does it have to be blue?” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the cupcake in his hand.

You just raised your eyebrows and put your hand on your stomach. You were having a boy and everyone hadn’t had any clue yet.

“Wait. A boy?” Joel finally had a clue.

You nodded excitedly. 

“Oh my God! Baby!” Joel ran towards you and hugged you tight.

“Whoa!” You hugged him back.

“Oh my babygirl!” Your dad teared up then hugged you after.

“My daughter is having a boy!” Your mom wiped her tears and hugged you. 

“Congratulations.” Tommy hugged you then Flo hugged you too. 

“I’m gonna have a baby brother!” Sarah ran around and jumped excitedly.

“Come here baby.” You called Sarah and hugged her.

“I can’t wait to teach you how to play the guitar, my baby boy.” Joel got on his knees and kissed your belly.

You chuckled as you stroked his head. Your parents held each other and smiled adoring their daughter and their son-in-law. 

To be continued…

A/N: Another pregnancy fic for you! @kelh27

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[thedragonagelesbian]

14 and 9 for the spots to kiss prompts?

kiss prompts!!!

doing 14 now.... may come back for 9 (kiss on the ear) later!

14. a kiss on the chin

"Do you miss them?"

"Always." It was always a marvel, how much softer Josephine's hands were than hers, scented with lingering hibiscus lotion and a stray smear of ink tucked into the nail bed of her pinky. Their evening herbal teas were cooling on the table in Dahlian's bedroom as they drew close to each other and the fire. Whatever they had been talking about before, the only thing Dahlian could focus on now was Josephine's fingers against her cheek... and Solas', almost a year and a half ago now, wiping everything away. A ghost she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she huffed at the memory. "In all my years, I have never felt so foolish as I did that day."

As raw and bare as her face, every last defense that she had used to stave off vulnerability within the Inquisition stripped away.

Staring at her reflection in the water and wondering what all the wrinkles and grey hairs were worth if she was still so heartbreakingly naive.

"I am sorry," Josephine offered softly. "If you return to your clan, would you be able to perform the vallaslin ritual again?"

"I don't know." Honest and objective first, and then sighing, honest and scared: "I don't know if I want to know, though that is foolish too."

"Matters of home and belonging are never easy." Josephine touched some of those wrinkles, smoothing out Dahlian's forehead as her own brow furrowed to match it ever so slightly. "When I began to train as a bard, I tried ever so hard to disguise my Antivan accent. It feels silly in retrospect, but I was convinced that the more Orlesian I seemed, the better I would fare among the nobility as one of their spies. Perhaps it is not precisely the same thing, but--"

"No, I understand," Dahlian assured her. "Did your family ever know?"

Josephine gave a small laugh, soft and melodic. "No. When I returned to Antiva after everything, the moment that I stepped off the ship and smelled the peppers drying in the sun, I knew that I never wanted to turn away from that part of myself, even when my work took me away again."

Dahlian's mind flashed to strips of spiced jerky, bites of smoke and peppers and fat stolen during the long hours spent over her forge as Clan Lavellan's craftmaster. It suddenly hurt to swallow. "If only the Inquisition did not make it so difficult to turn back."

Josephine's forehead wrinkled again, as it so often did when Dahlian expressed her discontent with what the Inquisition had demanded of her, first as its Herald and then as its leader. No matter how many times Dahlian had assured her that she did not blame Josephine for that, that she had always been one of its brightest, most soothing lights. After a lifetime of caring for her family's fortune and future, Dahlian supposed, taking responsibility came far too easily to the eldest Montilyet.

"You're in the wrong place," she said suddenly. Josephine's fingers had drifted down to her jaw, graceful in the tracing of the bone but incorrect. "The vallaslin, it was higher up."

"Show me."

Dahlian took Josephine's hand in her own and lifted it again to her forehead, guiding her along the v shapes that had once marked her between the eyebrows. "First, the forge." She brought Josephine's fingers down her temple and along her cheek. "Then, the ironbark." Across her lips, held there for a moment, savoring the warmth of their skin together. "And then the roots, as a reminder that we never use more than what we need of the land for June's crafts." Finally, grazing the chin, the throat, skimming the top of her collarbone.

Josephine followed the movements with eyes ever sharp, as if staring hard enough could pour the ink back into her skin.

Solas had said that he saw Dahlian as she truly was. Had he ever understood what the blood of blood writing meant? The intermingling of her body--her essence--with the People.

And then Josephine's mouth replaced her fingers. Gentle in her kisses, retracing the path that Dahlian had drawn, that her Keeper had drawn decades before, where it had hurt the most. Even more than the dots underneath the eyes, the sheer softness of the throat, the fluttering pulse, the vulnerable jugular, every instinct screaming that pain there meant death, and how proud Dahlian had been to bear it as generations had before her.

There was no pain now, except in her memories, but this could be a memory too. Shared, embodied, saliva instead of blood and Josephine's lips on her chin.

It would be a good memory.

[hrts4soyeon]

love?

giselle x fem!reader

genre: angst

warnings: super toxic relationship, manipulation, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, infidelity

synopsis: everything started out so well, your relationship with giselle was amazing. she changed so much, she changed for the worse. with all that she did to you you couldn't help but wonder, was this really love?

word count: 2,508

a/n: i posted this but then i really didn't like it so i changed it and now i like it🤗🤗

You were a part of (G)I-dle but before that you had been in Produce 101 with Soyeon. You were the youngest in Produce 101, having been 14 when you went on Produce along with Soyeon and Eunbin. You were exceptional in both singing and dancing, even though you were so young you had managed to keep your position in a class (b at the lowest) throughout the entire show. Before Produce 101 you hadn't had many friends seeing as you spent all your time training. Sure you had Soyeon, but she was more of an older sister to you than a friend.

When you joined Produce 101 and met Somi you were overjoyed, you finally had someone your age that you could relate to and talk to. From the moment you joined Produce, Somi caught your eye, and after one conversation with her you knew you two would get along very well. She completely matched your personality. You and Somi had been very popular after the episodes were aired as both of you didn't lack in visuals or talent. Sadly you hadn't been popular enough and didn't make it to debut with Somi. Despite this, your determination to debut and become famous never faded, telling yourself it was better like this and that you’d debut with Soyeon instead.

Ever since their debut you had been a huge fan of aespa, having listened to all their songs and bought all their albums. You had spoken out about it too, how much you loved aespa and their music. Most of all, you loved one japanese member in aespa. Ever since you heard their first song it was her voice that caught your attention, and when you saw her? You knew you had to have her, you wouldnt rest until you did. 

Somi coincidentally had been good friends with Giselle too, and after a lot of begging she finally introduced you to her. You and Giselle completely hit it off, at the first meeting you two were already planning the second. 

After having met, you two were inseparable, with her always being at your dorm and you at hers. With how close you became with Giselle in such a short time, it was no surprise to any of your friends when your friendship progressed to more.

When Soyeon was first told of your relationship with Aeri being more than friends, she became very wary of the girl. She considered you her younger sister and had heard a lot of rumors about Aeri and all her flings with girls. Aeri was known to be a rumored heartbreaker, having a new girl every week. The last thing Soyeon wanted was for you to end up with a broken heart. She also knew how easily manipulated you were and the thought that someone would use you made her sick.

“Aeri where were you?! I've been waiting literal hours for you, you promised you wouldn't do this again!” you yelled as soon as Aeri entered her room. 

Today was one of the rare off days you both had and she planned a date. You were left waiting at the restaurant for 2 hours telling yourself she would come any minute, minutes turned to hours and you eventually realized she wasn't coming. 

You felt humiliated, stood up at the reservation she made. After confirming with Karina that Giselle was indeed off today you went to the aespa dorms and just waited in Aeri’s room. 

“Get off my back holy shit, you're so dramatic. So what I had other things to do and I forgot we can reschedule.” she responded starting to get mad, who were you to yell at her. 

“This is literally the second time you’ve done this, why can't you consider my feelings and how i must’ve felt getting stood up twice.” you tried to reason, make her understand why you were upset.

“Literally shut up oh my god, if all you’re gonna do is complain get the fuck out of my room and leave. I'm tired. It's been a long day, either get in bed and sleep or go back to your dorm. I really don't care.” Giselle said as she stripped from her current clothes and put on her pajamas. 

“I fucking hate you.”

“Get in bed”

And that’s exactly what you did, you laid down and turned your face away from her, you laid at the very edge of the bed trying to get as far away from her as you could. You wanted her to know that you were upset and werent gonna cuddle. In response to this she simply put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her body, spooning you. This is what would always happen, and you would let it happen. this was her way of resolving fights because she knew you could never refuse her. 

The next morning when you woke up Giselle wasn't there next to you, in place of her laid a small note declaring her love for you and how she would take you out again. But she didn't apologize, she never did.

Giselle was someone who simply couldn't accept their mistake, her pride never allowed her to. It was as if she was allergic to apologizing, even if she wanted to she couldn't ever bring herself to apologize. The thought of her having to bend down and admit she was at fault? Never in her wildest dreams would she do that, she had too much of an ego to ever admit that she was at fault.

That same day Giselle had gone to your dorm when the time was nearing midnight. Showing up with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a basket in the other. 

“Wait right here.” she said as you two arrived at the park near your dorm. 

You watched as she quickly ran over to a spot that was out of your sight, you assumed that there had been a blanket (maybe some snacks) in the basket. Either way you didnt move from the spot she had left you at. feeling excitement growing in your chest the longer she took.

You wished and hoped she had set up something big but you tried to stay realistic and not get your hopes up too high. you told yourself that she might be having troubles with setting up the blanket.

When it almost seemed like too long of a wait time (only a couple of minutes had felt like forever) she came back excitedly telling you to cover your eyes, to which you did as she led you towards where she had been. You couldn't help but feel excitement when she did all this, you had seen this scene multiple times in movies and you couldn't help but wish this would be like the movies

She tapped your shoulder and told you to open your eyes when you two arrived at where she had been. As your eyes opened you couldn't help but let out an automatic gasp at the sight of everything. It was exactly like the movies. She had led you into a small area completely surrounded by bushes and a couple of trees that she had covered in fairy lights. It was completely concealed from anyone else, being a small personal space for the two of you. On the grass she had laid a pastel blue fluffy blanket and on that she had a bunch of your favorite snacks, her laptop, and a bunch of pillows. 

“I found this place when i was still a trainee and i haven't told anyone about it so i guess it could just be our little spot from now on.” she said as she waited for you to jump on her and shower her with compliments for being so sweet and planning all this. 

“I love you sosososo much this is actually so amazing and thank you so much for planning this!” you said as you went to kiss her. 

After breaking off the short lived kiss she sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to her. You sat down wordlessly as she opened her laptop and put on mean girls, a movie that was favorited by you both. You both laid back and ate as you watched the movie happily. You felt like a character in a movie or book, you loved her so much and you couldn't believe she had been this thoughtful. 

Before you knew it the movie had already ended and as you checked the time on your phone your eyes widened. It was already 2am and you had a schedule tomorrow, you pondered on leaving right now and getting some sleep but ultimately decided against it. You'd rather stay with Aeri, sleep was overrated anyways.

You woke up the next morning to your phone ringing, lifting your head from Aeri’s chest and drowsily answered the call. You were immediately woken up by the shouting of your roommate Yuqi on the other end.

“Where the fuck are you?! I told Soyeon you were in the bathroom but you’ve now been in the bathroom for 10 minutes to her! Get the fuck back right now before she kills both me and you!” Yuqi yelled at you through the phone

“Okay, okay I'm sorry.” you replied before hanging up at checking the time on your phone, whispering curses when you realized you had 20 minutes to get back to the dorms and get ready.

Hearing all the noise you were making, Aeri woke up and tiredly asked you what had happened and you quickly explained the situation to her. She immediately got up and grabbed her laptop and your hand to walk you back to your dorm. You both walked back in a comfortable silence as she was still half asleep and you were stressed out of your mind. 

“Thank you for last night babe, i love you.” you kissed her goodbye as you two arrived at your dorm. 

And as if sensing you were there Soyeon opened the door of your dorm mid kiss and you immediately jumped away from Giselle. She just stared at you and told you to get in and ready seeing as you had close to 10 minutes left. You awkwardly waved to Giselle and Soyeon shut the door looking at you disappointedly she never approved of your relationship with Giselle.

You wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. You felt bad disobeying her but you loved Giselle. Why couldn't she understand that?

“why, why can’t i ever be prioritized? you always ditch me and it hurts. it fucking hurts to know you’re at a bar flirting with others and ditching me.” you sobbed out, you had lost count at how many times she had done this

she always did this, she always ditched you. at this point you didn’t even know why she kept you around. you loved her so fucking much it hurt, it hurt to stay with her. you wondered what you had ever done to deserve this, you had never been this bad to anyone. 

“babe no matter what i do i always come back to you no? you’ll always be my priority, i just like to talk to people. you know it doesn’t mean anything.” she said in a calm voice, you knew it was all an act, she was pretending to be sober. 

but you could taste it on her tongue when you kissed, you could smell the perfume of the girl she had just fucked on her dress when you took it off. you didn't know what to do.

you didn’t want to believe it. so you didn't, when you were left standing outside of her room hearing the moans of a girl that wasn’t you.

you just stood in front of the door, you didn’t make an attempt to stop what you knew was happening. none of the girls were home, if they were they never would’ve let you enter. they probably would’ve said some bullshit like Giselle was out. whenever they told you things like this you just left, you knew they were lies. you weren’t stupid. 

you knew any sane person would leave, but you weren’t sane, she made you insane. you loved her like crazy, you weren’t like this before, she changed you. made you the perfect girlfriend for her who never said anything. 

you sometimes wondered if you ever even had any self respect, it was humiliating, to know what she was doing yet actively doing nothing about it. 

when you first caught her with another girl you just stood there in shock, you didn’t know how to react. as if she could feel your presence, Giselle turned to face you, her fingers still deep inside the other girl. she didn’t stop though, she just stared at you while fucking the girl. and you just stood there crying, you were heartbroken. we’re you not enough? did you not do enough? did she not like you anymore? 

eventually when the girl noticed you standing there crying she pushed Giselle off of her apologizing to you saying she didn’t know Aeri had a girlfriend. apparently Aeri didn’t remember she had one, judging by her actions. 

“babe you know it’s only you that i love, sometimes i just need someone else to satisfy my needs when you’re away but they’re nothing. they’re nothing to me, you should be glad that i always end up back with you. you’re the one for me, they’re all just side hoes that don’t mean anything other than a quick fuck.” Giselle said as she approached you, her fingers still wet from the other girl. 

you didn’t know what to say or do so you just nodded and let her comfort you. 

You couldn't fathom ever losing Giselle, that was probably your worst nightmare, to have Giselle tell you she no longer loved you. You knew staying was terrible, maybe even worse than losing her. You were stuck in a never ending loop with her breaking your heart and you acting upset but ultimately letting it go. after a while you stopped getting upset, there was no point. talking to her was talking to a wall. 

You felt like you were suffocating keeping all your emotions to yourself, Soyeon already hated giselle, why would you want to add to the fire? Somi? Somi was Giselle's best friend, she probably only fell second to you. Your members? They would probably stop supporting your relationship with Giselle and be like Soyeon. 

Whenever you told yourself it’d be the last time for you to let what she was doing slide she would make it up to you extravagantly. How could you stay mad when she was trying so hard and doing so much for you. She could really fuck you up sometimes but she always knew how to make it okay afterwards. 

This wouldn't go anywhere, you knew that full well. She would never change and neither would you. in the end all you could do was take it.

[annakie]

Fixing The House: Chapter 14 (A) - In the Kitchen

Aka the (first part of the) FINAL CHAPTER.

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part Eleven: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Part Twelve: We Can Make It On the Outside

Part Thirteen: Mauve Haze Symphony

Part Fourteen (A) - In the Kitchen (YOU ARE HERE)

Part Fourteen (B) - Copper Green

Uhhh yeah sorry it's been like a month and a half since the last post. I have been VERY BUSY. Work. Travel. Dragon Age. All valid excuses, I promise!

But it's time to FINISH THIS because it would be terrible to get this close to the end and not finish. That's reserved for the tops of hall bathroom walls. :p

Y'all. It's time... finally... for the kitchen.

LET'S GOOOO!

As usual, starting in 2003. This is going to be the History Post.

The kitchen was probably always my least favorite part of my house. It's a long, narrow galley kitchen.

And oh boy, when I bought the house, the kitchen was in pretty bad shape.

Here I am with my realtor, Alvin, this might be the first time I saw the house, second at most.

Look under Alvin's foot. The linoleum does not meet in the middle, they started on the left and right to lay it down.

The wallpaper. The original-to-the-house 1963 countertop, and cabinets.

That fridge smelled so bad, IDK how old it was. I called it the ebolafridge. I literally had it written into the purchasing contract that they had to haul it away at their expense.

The sink was enamel and had several chips in it.

You can see here that the countertop was worn through down to the wood in spots. The cabinets, also original to the house.

The dishwasher did not feel like it would actually get the dishes any cleaner.

And the wallpaper... jfc the wallpaper. We're about to get to that.

There was one thing about the kitchen I liked, and that alone may have sealed my decision to buy the house when everything else about it made me feel like running.

The copper backsplash. Probably also original to the house but... it was copper. I at least had something to start with that I liked.

I could deal.

I started after buying the house but before I moved in by tearing up the floor, down to the concrete, through three layers of linoleum, by myself.

I am pretty positive that nobody bothered to ever sweep the floor, especially not between laying down the new flooring.

I laid down new linoleum... mostly. The hall flooring was in better condition so I left it "For now" and never got back to tearing it up.

Then there was the wallpaper.

Three layers of it. You can see two of them here. The bottom one, the third, was neon green and yellow flowers, probably installed in 1963 with the house. I don't have any good pictures of that.

I replaced the screens over the only lighting in the room from yellowed plastic to a grate that I somehow managed to cut exactly right myself the first time.

Brighter bulbs and little blocking the light made it better, but it was still always dark in there with lights that were recessed more than a foot in these wells.

That lightswitch was so, so gross but also like spackled on there with three layers of caulk.

The wallpaper took forever to pull down. Honestly I would have just painted over it if I'd have known how bad it would be. I used all The Products, and still spent many, many hours peeling off that fucking wallpaper. None of it peeled off easily.

this part right here was the WORST. The one big wall that was highly visible. I probably spent twenty hours on this wall and it was still like halfway done.

Forgive me if I told this story already somewhere.

My parents would come up occasionally in those first few years and spend a weekend helping me with home improvements. One of the early weekends we did dozens of things and then this fucking wall was the last thing on the list to tackle.

My parents and I stood there and just stared at the wall at the end of a very long two days, hours more of wallpaper scraping staring us in the face.

Then my dad turned to me and said "I have a plan, but you might hate it."

"Tell me Dad," I said, pretty desperate to never have to peel down wallpaper ever again.

"Just a big sheet of wall panel. We can try to match it to the panel in the dining room or the cabinets."

"I love this plan. Huge fan of the plan. Let's do that."

So we measured the wall, hopped in the car and went to Home Depot and like an hour later the wall from hell instead looked like this.

Before the panel went up, I took a sharpie and wrote on the wall something like "I'm sorry, I just can't spend another minute tearing down this stupid wallpaper. Good luck!" and signed and dated it.

So yeah here you can see I have a new fridge. It was literally the cheapest fridge which fit that I could find at the Sears Scratch & Dent outlet.

The walls were painted... and the floor there is still concrete. I ran out of the linoleum for awhile, but it did get finished eventually.

I took off every cabinet door and drawer, sanded the old varnish off of them. Then sanded down all the cabinets themselves at least somewhat deep, and painted them all a complementary green to the lighter wall green. I scrubbed every inch of the place down as much as I could, polishing up the copper backsplash and copper range hood as much as I could. I bought the cheapest dishwasher, it that was a combined Christmas/Birthday present from my parents/grandma for that year. Worth it.

It still wasn't beautiful, but it was livable.

Those red and green pattern dishes were hand-me-downs from my recently deceased grandparents, which came along with their dining room furniture, the guest bed, an old rocking recliner.

Lately some of my friends and me have been handing down all our old stuff to our friend Marcus & Laura's three daughters, all of whom are early to mid 20's and just starting out. It came at just the right time for me, I have so much to give them especially now since the renovation. Looking at all these pictures the last few months of making these posts have really just reminded me about how lucky I have been to have been handed down things which, maybe they weren't my taste, and now many of them have been replaced or passed on, but I was blessed. And it feels great to be able to bless the three young woman who I consider practically nieces in a similar way.

Anyway.

Here, judge my 2004 food choices.

Oh hey, another thing I loved about the kitchen was the pantry. A really good sized pantry with an awesome copper lazy susan. (Really all of the range hood, backsplash and lazy susan were just copper colored steel or something... but they look great.

I did really hate the pantry door, which you had to know just how to open or else it'd come off the tracks.

It was as good as I could afford to make it after awhile, though there was still stuff like this going on...

Gross.

One other small but impactful change Dad & I made was the knobs and handles in the kitchen.

On the tops, we kept the original 60's knobs but spray painted them a fresh coat of copper spray paint. I'd re-spray them every couple of years.

I had been CONSTANTLY snagging my pockets on the same pulls on the cabinets and drawers on the bottom, so those got replaced with smooth handles which were impossible to snag on. Looked okay. Not great, but better.

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So this was a really great day in 2009.

New countertops day! I was so damn hapy!

The old, gross stuff got taken out. The pipes under the sink were redone and a new garbage disposal went in that actually WORKED!

*Note: It sometimes worked. TBH it was super temperamental and probably DIDN'T work for about 1/3rd of the time it was in. But at least the pipes didn't clog nearly as much, and shutoff valves were installed down there.

Leela and Jim approved!

BEAUTIFUL, right? I picked all that out myself.

The laminate countertop was literally the cheapest Home Depot had but I actually really liked it, it had flecks of coppery-colored bits in it, also it was, you know, just clean. I honestly loved that sink every day it was installed.

So much better, right? It felt a lot more fresh and clean. A huge improvement over the original.

The new floors helped a lot, too!

So yeah, this was the kitchen from 2009 until 2024, and it was just the world's Okayest Kitchen. I wasn't ashamed of it anymore, unlike the bathrooms.

There were still some pretty big problems. The 1960's drawers were constantly falling off their tracks, wouldn't open all the way, the one next to the fridge had the bottom fall out and couldn't be repaired so I just lost a drawer there entirely. And the pantry door was so ugly, hard to clean, always falling off the track as well.

The cheapo dishwasher died around 2017 and stayed dead for about 2 years until I got a new one in 2019 in time for Ange's visit. I mentioned the garbage disposal.

Another quirk was that the fridge couldn't open the entire way. It would just hit the opposite counter when it was 2/3rds open so you really did NOT want things getting shoved to the far back corner unless you wanted to practice becoming a contortionist.

Oh, and the cabinet doors on the bottom of the kitchen just did not seem to want to stay closed. I'd walk in all the time to partially opened cabinet doors and I'd occasionally bang my leg on them. Re-closing them became such a multi-times daily occurrence that I stopped even noticing I was doing it.

The stove/oven is electric. At some point 5 or 6 years ago I replaced all the burners because some stopped working, but those were easy. The oven itself runs 50 degrees hot. I ruined a lot of meals before I really figured that out, now I just know that i the recipe says 400...that means set it for 350. I put an analog oven thermometer inside that confirms it.

OK guys... there's the history up until this summer.

Big changes are coming. :D

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

what are your long term illness related headcanons for thomas?

I'm sorry this took me a million years to answer! I see it every couple of days, go "I'll answer after work," and promptly forget about it as soon as work ends.

Yes, let's GO! Thomas' "chronic illness" is in an odd category of canon when he was younger but also totally unexplored. I find this a fascinating space for it to occupy, because of course I wish it were more fleshed out but I also like getting to play with it in my own mind a lot.

When Thomas was little, he spent most of his time bedridden. Eugenia and Barbara canonically fussed over him, but I also think Sophie and Gideon made a lot of accommodations/concessions for him. Like, if he couldn't get to the dining table, they'd all bring portable tables into Thomas's room and eat around the bed. Thomas always felt a little guilty, but he appreciated it.

"Felt a little guilty but appreciated it" is generally what I think his overall reaction to people's treatment of him was. He's a really nice kid, and shy - he doesn't want to be a bother, and he feels like he's inconveniencing people. But subconsciously he's chuffed that others do consider him worth the inconvenience.

While it was nice that others cared for him, it also could get really stifling sometimes. He would constantly wish that he could get out of the house (because imo Sophie and Gideon probably made him stay inside sometimes because he was getting over something or worried about him catching something else.) And he'd dream of being able to just... be like James or Matthew. Hop in a carriage, head to a market, play in parks and gardens. But he understands why it's not possible, it just hurts.

He starts sneaking out into the woods from his yard-hole (canon) when he's around 10. He has a special favorite tree in Brocelind that he likes to climb up, and it's there that he spins tales and writes poetry. His favorite stories and poems to write involve a mix of adventure and romance.

Thomas probably was allergic to lots of things, pollen and stuff.

Sophie and Gideon were 100% convinced that Thomas was dying as a baby (canon in The Penultimate Hours). But he was small - under six - and they didn't want to scare him, so they attempted to hide it. It was confined to whispers in the hallway and periodic discussions when he was feverish and asleep. Unfortunately, Thomas was a smart kid. He knew he was dying, and it was a question of when and not if in his mind. He mourned the life he would never have, and was horribly sad that he would never have a beautiful love like his parents do.

By the time he was 14, Thomas was pretty much completely well, just short. It's how he convinced his parents to let him go to school. He tried when he was 13 but they were still scared that his illness would come back, but it didn't, so they let him go.

After that, for the rest of his very long and happy life, Thomas still has a pretty weak immune system compared to his peers. It's NBD - he just gets colds and such more easily than people, and has stronger seasonal allergies than others.

As an adult, Thomas still has lingering trauma from his bedridden, fussed-over days. No one ever treated him like a grown-up, and now he feels the need to be Completely Self Sufficient so the cycle doesn't repeat itself. If he gets a cold, no he didn't. If he's feeling feverish, no he's not. He tells no one when he's sick, just shuts himself away and cares for himself until he's better.

This all changes when he moves in with Alastair. Since they're the Soulmatest Soulmates to Ever Soulmateify, Alastair is really in tune with Thomas's moods and health. He tells Thomas that he should let him care for him when he's sick, and finally Thomas grudgingly agrees that Alastair can make him soup "BUT NOT SPOON FEED IT TO HIM." Alastair, who wasn't going to do that anyway, scratches his head like. Hmm, okay.

Alastair is the only person allowed to take care of him, and it's to combat the notion that he has to be 100% self-sufficient. It's kind of empowering to be cared for in a way that he consented to, on his own terms, rather than on everyone else's.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

This is totally stupid, but, i was thinking about the Nocorro secret hang out spot.

So this place is the same little river that we sees at the start of avatar 2, a place where as kids Neteyam, Spider and the others could easily spent all day.

Now Neteyam family doesn't go there as much, maybe during summer to cool off a little, but apart from that the place is abandoned.

So is the perfect place for the two to spent time alone, only themselves.

Now, let's imagine they got together when Spider was 13 and Neteyam 12, at the start they only spent time there, talking, looking at the sky and clouds, staying hand in hand with eachother for hours.

During their first year togheter, the RDA returned, so they couldn't see eachother as much as they would have liked.

So they arranged this schedule, Tuesday evening was when both (especially Neteyam) were free.

Date at 17:30/5:30 pm, if i say that Spider would jump on top of Neteyam im not kidding, they saw eachother during the other days of the week.

But is not like they could search for eachother physical contact, their intereation could be only talking about "stupid" stuff, like the war and raids, the others, arms.

Thing they didn't "care", because of crouse they only wanted to talk about eachother and their love.

So when they were togheter, they talked about eachother week and how annoying and boring it was without the other.

Finally during their second year togheter they kissed, don't get me wrong, they did kiss but until there the kisses were innocent, only lip on lip.

Now those two are 15 and 14, and they could stay together only half evening, plus Neteyam started going on raids, and jesus Christ that scared Spider.

So I draw the start of their "passionate" kisses at this age.

Then

Spider got kidnapped, Neteyam did go to their secret place but only for crying.

Let's suppose the Sully stayed a week before going away, Neteyam dropped all his responsibilities and spent all the evenings crying in their secret spot.

Secretly hopping for Spider to appear, but nothing, he had to go away and abandon his clan, home, people and boyfriend.

And on top of that he needed to show that it didn't weigh on him, that he was okay, he needed to be the rock for his siblings.

When I picture the nocorro hang out spot (which trust me, I have pictured before, don't worry) is always on some high rock face on the way up to the Hallelujah Mountains. Far away from the village but not a crazy climb, but enough of a climb that when they started going Lo'ak couldn't make it and Kiri would get distracted before getting there. Can't tell you why but I'm always picturing rocks.

That is so sad though, picturing Neteyam holding it together because no one knows and he doesn't want to add even more onto everyone's plates, and he is afraid his mom will be less likely to rescue Spider if he tells. So he can only truly worry, let go, and grieve when he goes to the spot.

[unimo]

70 questions..Could you answer all of them actually? If you have time

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

it’s complicated with both of my parents but i love them.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

it was my mom lol.

03: Do you regret anything?

there’s lots that i regret, mainly the relationships i’ve been in and opportunities i missed out on because of circumstances out of my control.

04: Are you insecure?

yes, about quite a few things.

05: What is your relationship status?

i’m single.

06: How do you want to die?

not sure if this is basic but probably in my sleep, preferably after a pretty nice day spent and with a clear head. everyone i love knows how much they mean to me and no unsettled disputes happening between us.

07: What did you last eat?

oatmeal.

08: Played any sports?

i played basketball in elementary school and was a cheerleader too in elementary school if that counts lol i was horrible at it tbh i feel bad for those poor coaches.

09: Do you bite your nails?

no, i usually fidget by twirling my hair or with the hems of my shirts or purse handle.

10: When was your last physical fight?

not quite sure? maybe with my older sister?

11: Do you like someone?

just a short list of fictional monstrosities.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

i don’t think i have lol i’m too weak for that.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

i don’t think so? just resent people.

14: Do you miss someone?

i miss a few old friends and people i worked with.

15: Have any pets?

i do, my family has several pugs.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

a bit tired but overall okish.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

maybe? i can’t remember.

18: Are you scared of spiders?

i wanna say no but i know deep down that’s a lie :’) i don’t mind daddy long legs though.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

maybe for a few days to when i was a kid, i just want to experience unadulterated whimsy joy for a bit.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

uhm… probably my bedroom? it’s been awhile lol i have no idea.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

to just be chill and maybe draw and listen to some music.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

i don’t think so? probably 1 or 2 to adopt but i can’t really imagine myself being pregnant or having children right now.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

just the standard ears pierced, i used to have my left nostril pierced but it healed the wrong way so i had to take it out :(

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

i was pretty good at biology and english i think? i loved english, history, and science.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

i do but it’s more or so the memory of them. the people i used to love are unrecognizable now to me and we’ve lost touch. i’ve lost quite a bit of family and friends due to change and circumstance and it feels bittersweet.

26: What are you craving right now?

i’m not really sure lol.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

i think so? but it was deserved.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

i’m not sure, i hope not.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

yeah.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

my mental health and lack of motivation or energy.

31: Does somebody love you?

besides family and friends i’m not sure.

32: What is your favourite color?

i love periwinkle and mauve :) the bi flag is literally just my favorite colors. 🩷💜💙

33: Do you have trust issues?

i do :’) sometimes my intrusive thoughts make me feel paranoid about dumb things and also i’ve been lied to in the past by others i’ve cared about.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i had a dream about a pizza party but i never got to eat a slice :’) i then had a dream i was in the woods with several deer going by me in the tree line during my walk which was kinda cool.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my mom.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

i wanna say no but i know that i do… it gets hard not to for the ones i care about.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

this one’s a bit tricky uhm… probably forgive? i don’t think you can ever forget something someone’s done to you depending on the severity of what it was, but forgiving happens within that time. it’s something i’m still struggling to do and i don’t think i can ever forgive the things that have happened to me but i can look at it in a more enlightened sense. what happened has happened but i try not let it control how i move forward i guess.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

i hope it could be, but who knows.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

i think 15?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

uh… i don’t think so?

51: Favourite food?

chinese takeout and cake.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

i’d like to think so but who really knows.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

scrolled through my phone lol.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

maybe depending on the context? like how long you’ve been together, if your relationship is unfair, things like that can play big factors but overall i’d say no?

55: Are you mean?

i hope not :’) i might look like it or sound like it but i’m usually pretty nice i’d believe.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

none lol.

57: Do you believe in true love?

i do, i think of those old cute couple videos and stuff and get all sappy.

58: Favourite weather?

early springtime with overcast, it feels so refreshing but not too hot or cold.

59: Do you like the snow?

yeah, i think it’s really pretty.

60: Do you wanna get married?

i do eventually.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

i’m not sure, the thought of it kind of makes me feel weird.

62: What makes you happy?

currently drawing and listening to music, i love asking and answering strange hypothetical questions too ironically and just being reminded that the little things are really what makes life great.

63: Would you change your name?

i’m not sure, i’m so used to my name but i think other names sound much nicer than mine.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

very hard, i’d prefer not to at all.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

i’d probably politely let them down lol.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

i’d like to think so.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

i don’t think he’d want me to say sorry.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

i think it was my sister? or my niece?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i do, i like the idea and think somebody everybody will find there’s or meet them. whether platonic or romantic.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

probably a couple people, i’d rather not say.

[justforbooks]

The actor Matthew Perry, who has been found dead at his home aged 54, brought a wry sense of humour to the role of Chandler Bing in Friends, the American sitcom featuring six twentysomethings in Manhattan facing the ups and down of everyday life.

“Chandler’s a guy who’s just not comfortable in his own skin – he’s got a great excuse to be funny,” said Perry of the sarcastic, neurotic character in the programme that ran from 1994 to 2004. “He’s an exaggerated form of me.”

The neurosis partly came from Chandler experiencing the divorce of his parents when he was nine and using humour as a defence mechanism. It echoed Perry’s own life, with his mother and father splitting up by his first birthday.

Through his work in “statistical analysis and data reconfiguration”, the character pulled in more money than the other friends – Rachel (Jennifer Aniston), Monica (Courteney Cox), Phoebe (Lisa Kudrow), Ross (David Schwimmer) and Joey (Matt LeBlanc) – although he hated his job.

Chandler had already met Monica Geller at college before they became neighbours in Greenwich Village, where he shared an apartment with Joey. By the end of the fourth series, the relationship had gone from being close friends to lovers and, three years later, they were husband and wife. Unable to have children of their own, they adopted twins, with their birth as a central storyline, alongside Ross and Rachel reuniting, in Friends’ final episode, which attracted more than 50 million viewers in the US.

By then, the programme’s impact on popular culture had spread well beyond its homeland. Joey’s “How ya doin’?” and Chandler’s “Could I be any more …” broke into the language of its young audience. The part earned Perry worldwide fame that continues with Netflix bringing the sitcom to a new generation.

Nevertheless, stardom did nothing to help the actor to overcome his own vulnerabilities. In 1997, Aniston said: “His feelings get hurt. He cares what people think. He even bruises easily.”

Perry’s battles with his personal demons first hit the headlines halfway through the sitcom’s run. In his 2022 memoir, Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing, Perry recalled a journey to alcoholism that went from beer and wine at 14 to drinking vodka by the quart, as well as getting addicted to prescription drugs.

In 1997, he checked into a Minnesota rehab clinic for 28 days when he became hooked on a painkiller and appetite suppressant after a jet-ski accident and a 35lb weight loss. Three years later, he was hospitalised with pancreatitis. In 2001, he abruptly left the set of the film Serving Sara (released the following year) to go into rehab again.

Perry reflected that by 2018, at the age of 49, he had spent more than half his life in treatment centres. That year he suffered pneumonia and an exploded colon caused by opiod overuse, resulting in time on life support and two weeks in a coma.

He converted his Malibu home into a drug and alcohol rehabilitation centre, Perry House, in 2013, but closed it two years later, citing expensive running costs.

He had been drug and alcohol-free for 18 months before the screening in 2021 of Friends: The Reunion, a one-off special bringing back together the programme’s six stars.

Born in Williamstown, Massachusetts, Matthew was the son of Suzanne (nee Langford, later Morrison), a Canadian journalist, and John Bennett Perry, an American actor. He grew up mainly in Ottawa when his mother returned to her home country and eventually became press secretary to the then prime minister, Pierre Trudeau. In 2017, Perry revealed that he and another pupil at Rockcliffe Park elementary school had beaten up Justin Trudeau, Pierre’s son and current Canadian premier. Trudeau responded on Twitter (now X): “I’ve been giving it some thought, and you know what, who hasn’t wanted to punch Chandler? How about a rematch @MatthewPerry?”

While studying at Ashbury college, Perry became a top-ranking junior tennis player. He practised up to 10 hours a day, but switched that determination to acting after travelling to Los Angeles when he was 15 and being reunited with his father. “I wanted to be famous so badly,” he told the New York Times in 2002. “You want the attention, you want the bucks, and you want the best seat in the restaurant.”

He made an impression with leading roles in sitcoms: Chazz Russell in Second Chance (1987), retitled Boys Will Be Boys for its second series in 1988, Billy Kells in Sydney (1990) and Matt Bailey in Home Free (1993) before Friends came along.

Perry’s big-screen debut came as River Phoenix’s best friend in A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon (1988), but he never became the film star he hoped to be despite appearances in Fools Rush In (1997), Three to Tango (1999), The Whole Nine Yards (2000) and its sequel, The Whole Ten Yards (2003), both alongside Bruce Willis.

He stuck with television. Switching to drama, he had a short run as Joe Quincy, a Republican lawyer, in The West Wing in 2003, and starred in another Aaron Sorkin series, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (2006-07). His own sitcom idea, Mr Sunshine, with him playing Ben Donovan, a San Diego arena operations manager, was dropped after a short run in 2011. The following year he starred as Ryan King, a sportscaster, in Go On and later played Oscar Madison in a revival of The Odd Couple (2015-17). He also wrote and starred in the play The End of Longing, which debuted in London’s West End in 2016.

He had relationships with many high-profile actors including Julia Roberts, Minnie Driver and Lizzy Caplan. From 2020 to 2021, he was engaged to Molly Hurwitz, a talent manager.

His parents survive him.

🔔 Matthew Langford Perry, actor, born 19 August 1969; died 28 October 2023

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[colourfulshadows]

IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AUvember

I spent hours searching for November fanfic events because I didn’t want to participate in any word-count goal ones, but I didn’t find anything I could imagine myself doing. Then I asked myself: What is something that would challenge me as a fanfic writer, what is something I’ve never really done before? Answer: Experimenting with Alternative/Alternate Universes! Aside from the usual Canon Divergence. I mean stuff like Coffeeshop AUs, High-School AUs, etc. For a long time, I didn’t even read them.

So, for November, I’m leaving my comfort zone and will attempt to create IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AU fanfics! (Of course, I'm doing it for this fandom because this particular hyperfixation has taken over my brain). I wonder how this will work out because I included prompts I don’t even read – part of the challenge for me will be to find something of interest in settings that would usually bore me. And maybe other people want to try that too? If you're interested in joining, read this: - I don’t have the energy to turn this into a moderated event, but if you want to participate, feel free to use the tag #vcAUvember, so we can check each other’s works more easily! - Interpret the prompts however you want – do one, do all, do a oneshot per prompt, or multichapter fics with combined prompts, drabbles, drawings, etc. This challenge is about experimenting with something new and/or unfamiliar. No rule says the characters can’t still be vampires in these AUs (aside from the last prompt), but if they are then it should still make some sense for that setting and vampirism shouldn’t be the centrepiece of the plot. I made this prompt list (some are maybe more tropes than AU’s, but I still called them that):

1. Runaway AU

2. Medieval AU

3. Roommates/Neighbours AU

4. Space AU

5. Retail AU (choose which one)

6. Hospital AU

7. Serial Killer AU

8. Parent/Family AU

9. Cyberpunk AU

10. First Responder AU

11. Dom/Sub and BDSM AU (18+!)

12. Stranded AU

13. Social Media/Chat/Text AU

14. “School etc.” AU – so College/University/High School/Boarding School, …

15. Time travel AU

16. Celebrity AU

17. Crime AU

18. (Post-) Apocalypse AU

19. Royalty AU

20. Lawyer/Prison AU

21. Summer Camp AU

22. Psychiatry Ward or Group Therapy AU

23. Pirate AU

24. Coffeeshop/Restaurant AU

25. Office AU

26. Babysitter AU

27. Victorian AU

28. Flight Attendants AU

29. Scientist AU

30. Non-Human/Non-Vampire AU It would be fun if people join me in this, but I’ll do this challenge either way, hoping I won’t just scream into the void, haha.

[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 14

After the group left Michael stalked them. He noticed the girl becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He smirked under his mask knowing that he hadn’t lost his skills. His knife in his hand itching for fresh blood. He could feel the humanity draining as the mask took over. The blonde man was giddy as they headed in the direction of where the body was found. Jake looked the most cocky out of the three as if he thought that even if they ran into The Michael Myers that he’d be able to handle the monster in human skin. He continued to stalk them waiting for a good moment to strike. 

Unbeknownst to the killer, his human had been walking over to the sewer room after their shift to try and cool off after dealing with another fangirl tourist. They walked in thinking that Michael had either returned home or had still been stalking and therefore knew where they were. The man wasn’t there but that didn’t bother you much. You decided to sit and relax in the room that you had originally found the killer in. Smiling at the memories the two of you had in the space. 

The group of three had stupidly split up to look for any clues as to where the killer may be. Michael couldn’t have asked for a better group to start on. He first picked off the Blonde man by grabbing his throat and lifting the man off the ground. The man struggled but couldn’t scream or call for help. His hands clawed at the killers arm, fear flooding his face as he noticed the shining knife in Michaels hand. In quick swift movements The Shape stabbed the man's chest and stomach repeatedly. Blood pooled on the ground as the humans arms went limp. Michael threw the now very dead body against a tree with a satisfying thump. 

A bloodcurdling scream came from behind the killer. He turned in a heartbeat to see the woman standing in shock and fear. “Y..you killed him..” She managed to say before running away. She didn’t know these woods though and soon she was very lost. Michael kept his normal brisk pace and soon saw her tumble down a hill that led to a dry creek bed. He picked up the disoriented girl and for a moment bathed in the fear that radiated off of her. “I’m sorry, let us go. We shouldn’t have come here.” She whimpered out right before Michael impaled her on a nearby thick broken tree branch. She sputtered and gurgled out blood as she slowly and painfully died. Eventually her head went limp. Only then did Micahel turn his focus to the final survivor. 

His years of practice and his mask helped him hear more sharply and track almost expertly. The killer caught up to Jake easily and got two good stabs in before the man managed to run away. Luckily for The Shape his victim was running straight to the sewer room. He didn’t feel a need to hurry knowing he’d be trapped in that room. If only he had taken into account that he wasn’t the only one that spent time in that gross little room. 

Hearing noise coming from the entrance you called out with a smile “Oh Michael you must be off your game, I’ve been here for half an hour.” They froze as a voice responded. “Michael?? You know the fucking monster that just killed my friends?!” The familiar voice yelled. Fuck was all you could think, you were currently like a rat in a cage, stuck. The bleeding form of the man named Jake came into view. It was clear he had already come into contact with the infamous Shape of haddonfield. You feigned calmness “I see you found what you were looking for. Was he all you hoped for and more?” You even managed a smirk. “He’s a fucking monster and so are you!” He yelled as he ran at you. He managed to punch you square in the jaw nearling breaking it. This human was no joke, he had muscle. He continued beating on you as you tried to dodge and weave. Their face and body hurt and bled more than they’d like. Finally you pushed him off hard enough that his head hit a cement wall. He had to take a second to shake the blur from his vision. 

In this moment you smiled brightly through the pain and even laughed out loud. “The fuck are you laughing at whore. I’m going to kill you and then that monster” Jake yelled angrily. “Don’t call him a monster fuck face” You said holding your side. The Killer had shown up and was beyond pissed off. He slammed the mans face into the cement wall repeatedly and then dragged his face across the entirety of it leaving a bloody smear behind. Jake screamed out in pain but didn’t have any time to recover as the sickening crack of his arms could be heard. Michael then cracked his ribs one by one wanting to draw out the pain. (Y/n) grabbed the small knife they kept in their bag at all times and stabbed Jake in the thighs and abdomen over and over. Warm blood flowed over their hands and splattered onto the ground but they couldn’t care less. Michael was slightly surprised at his humans actions but didn’t think too much of it. Moments later the killer dropped the man to the ground, letting him drown in a shallow puddle of sewer water that was on the uneven floor of the room.  

You looked up at Michael with a smile right before you passed out from the injuries. The stone cold killer picked you up and brought you home to rest. 

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