#like a lot have 'you need to be able to use emergency stairs' and I can't so I don't ride those rides

[lheslie]

Mark Variants with a Clumsy Reader

- Main Mark

Mark sees your clumsy nature as something adorable and terrifying at the same time, as small mistakes are cute, but they sometimes lead to a dangerous disaster. He thinks that he has superspeed, so if anything bad ever happens, he's already there for you to either protect or assist you.

He always panics whenever you injure yourself and always rushes you to the GDA's private hospital, demanding Cecil to cure you or fix you. he sometimes even calls his mom if something were to happen and he didn't know what to do about it.

"Mark you have to calm down, I've been through this before and I won't die." You worringly sighed as he went through panic again and again.

Sometimes you're both injured and you stay in the hospital together, lying on separate beds but close to each other.

"Do you want to hear a joke?" You laughed, looking at your side as he lay there healing from injuries.

"Sure?" He replied.

"You know the word I love you to the moon and back?" You giggle.

"Yeah?" He looked at you.

"Instead of the moon, we have something else. I love you to the Emergency Room and back." You burst out laughing

"Wait what?" He questioned you.

"Well since we keep ending up in the Emergency Room together and-"

"OHHHHH, now I get it." He burst out laughing as you laughed beside him

- Omni Mark

He always assists you whenever you need help to avoid any casualties that might happen, he knows the nearest hospital routes available and the doctors in different specialties in case anything bad happens, he knows first aid and has a first aid kit available inside the house, he made sure the house was clean and spotless and also safe for you to move in, he never told you but he silently baby proofed the entire house to make it safer and accessible for you.

"Mark, I can do this myself." You muttered. "I know, but I love doing these things for you." He gently smiles "You can sit back and relax and let me do this for you." He adds.

- Target Mark

He gets irritated at the fact that you always accidentally hurt yourself from even moving an inch, he doesn't hate you he just hates that his consort is injured, he treats you like a jewel that's ment to be appreciated and adored so he orders his subjects to assist you in everyway possible and if you were to walk they had to make sure everything in the room was cleared and if there were ever something that could make you accidentally trip, it would be off with their heads, so they all had to make sure to follow this as everyone would die if even a scratch even appears at your leg.

"Don't scare everyone Mark, you know I don't like that." You sighed. "They're useless if they're not able to follow such simple rules, and they're always replaceable. We have billions of slaves who'd be happy to get the chance to serve us, so they should be happy that they're even lucky to do this." He replied glaring at his incompetent subjects.

- Viltrum Mark

He would be worried a lot as you were human; you were weak and fragile in his eyes as he could easily snap you in half, so he made sure to not let you out of your shared house, and even in your shared house he was still worried about you as he doesn't know why you're this clumsy.

Whenever you go out, he doesn't leave your side unless someone else is watching you for him, so if the two of you have any children, he would ask the children to watch over you, not the other way around, you reassure him you can handle yourself but he doesn't believe you after you almost slipped and fell off the stairs.

He doesn't know if you're doing this on purpose to get his attention or you were born with a sickness, so he takes you to get checked on the best doctors that the galaxy has to find a cure for this sickness.

- Shiesty Mark

He's the kind of person to joke about your clumsiness. "Wow, I knew you fell for me, babe, but you keep falling for me again and again. I'm flattered." He joked while you suddenly tripped out of nowhere where and he caught you.

"How do you trip on air? Or are you doing this on purpose to get my attention?" He looks at you smugly.

"Even if you keep failling again and again, I'll always catch you and you're beautiful ass." He winks at you.

He asks for kisses as rewards for saving you again and again, he calls himself your knight and shining armor for saving your distressed ass everytime.

- Sinister Mark

He thinks it's pathetic and adorable; he always anticipates your next move just like how a predator looks at its prey. Although he looked uninterested and uncaring, he always cleared out any obstacles you might face in advance.

"This is pathetic. Why do we even need to go out for this?" He complained looking at you. "You're safer at home yet you indulge yourself in meaningless and reckless behavior." He added

- Prisoner Mark

He went through a lot and he's afraid of you hurting even in the slightest, so he's very attentive and alertive in his surroundings whenever you're going to even move, he's afraid of you easily breaking like glass, he has super hearing so he can hear it whenever you move even from another room, and if senses that something bad were to happen, he's immediately there before it even happens.

He clings to you, hugging you, following you around like a bodyguard or a shield, protecting you even from the slightest of accidents.

If you ever got injured, he's prepared with a first aid kit, he'd apply medicine to your wound slowly and delicately.

"Does it hurt?" He looked serious while he was applying medicine to a single scratch on your knee.

"Not anymore, you really like to take your time applying medicine even in the smallest scratches." You giggled while you lovingly looked at him as he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Then know that this is how much I love and care about you." He declares under his breath.

- Mohawk Mark

He made sure that you stayed beside him so he could closely monitor you if anything bad were to happen, he also had to make sure that there were infirmaries available in case he had to rush you to a doctor, he would ask the enitre place to be baby proofed so you won't have any accidents

"You know one day I might build you a huge fucking crib so you won't get injured anymore, fucking hell how do you even trip on air, I love you and your ass but please stop trying to die." He kisses you on the cheek.

- No goggles Mark

This man is wild and rough, but whenever he's around you he treats your clumsiness as a game whenever you stand up to do something he looks at you and waits for something to happen so he can help you, but at the same time your clumsiness does it's own effect randomly so he waits for something to happen, so he follows you around waiting for something to happen and when it does he helps you.

So he plays a game of waiting and anticipation, which helps you have your quiet time as he's intently staring at you and everything that you do, and it keeps him preoccupied.

"I'm not glass Mark, I won't shatter from something so trivial." You laughed at him.

"Yes you aren't, but you are to me. I can literally snap you in half babe." He grins as you get the chills.

[boneless-mika]

Personally I would rather somebody get really mad at me than me be responsible for their death but idk I seem to be the only (former) rollercoaster enjoyer who thinks that way

[tehrevving]

Just found out it’s Vincent’s Birthday today so I smashed this out quickly. Enjoy!

Vincent Valentine x Neutral!Reader. Birthday Blowjob

You’re on the Bronco, preparing for another long journey when Cait Sith jumps up in the centre and declares, loudly and surprisingly clearly considering his penchant for using incomprehensible regional slang, that today is Vincent’s birthday.

You turn to the aforementioned man, sitting next to you, noticing that he immediately sinks almost completely into his cloak. So it is true then. You stay quiet, knowing that he hates being the centre of attention, and allow everyone else to congratulate him. Barret slaps him on the back and you can see that Vincent is considering jumping out of the plane. Aerith, Nanaki and Tifa start loudly planning a party for later in the day. You can see how uncomfortable he is, sinking further into himself with every enthusiastic suggestion. You reach out and take his hand, running your fingers gently over gloved knuckles in an attempt to reassure him. He looks at you softly, almost relieved that you’re not joining in. You’ll congratulate him later, but for now you sit quietly with him, listening to the commotion, while trying to think of something you can get for a present with such short notice.

Aerith has set up a small party in the boys room at the inn, her idea being that eventually Vincent would appear to sleep, even if it took all night. It’s just some snacks and two cakes with a single blue banner stating “It’s a boy!” because she couldn’t find anything that said happy birthday at the tiny nearby corner store. The entire group mills around awkwardly, enjoying the excuse for celebration, but honestly, more enjoying the excessive amount of wine.

“You need to go find him,” Aerith pleads, your hands clasped in her own. “If he doesn’t show up, then all of this is for nothing.”

“I won’t be able to find him if he doesn’t want to be found,” you state, finishing off your second glass of wine. You need it to deal with all of the suggestive and expectant stares levelled in your direction.

“What if we pretend you’ve been injured?” Aerith ponders. “I’m sure Tifa could gently beat you up.”

“How about no,” you reply, toying with your empty glass.

Aerith claps her hands suddenly, face bright. “Yuffie could make a doppelganger of you, and then we could beat up the doppelganger.”

You shake your head and hand her your glass with a sigh. “Alright. Fine. I’ll go look for him.”

Aerith pumps her fist in the air as you turn and walk out of the room. You pause outside the door for a moment, wondering where to start your search. You’re sure he’s not hiding too far away. You decide to check that roof first, that’s usually where he hides, and usually where he takes you to get some time alone. You’ll talk to him, see how he feels about everything and try to convince him to make an appearance.

You climb the stairs up to the highest floor of the inn and then swing through the emergency door leading up to the roof. You step out into the cool night air, this town is small and not too lit up, so there are lots of stars visible in the sky. The water tanks are up on the roof, so there’s many places to hide. You can’t immediately spot Vincent so you go searching, you know his typical favourite haunts.

You round a corner and finally see a hint, a small flutter of red fabric. You lean around the water tank and see him, sitting leant against one of the roof supports, legs dangling over the edge.

“Found you,” you giggle, walking up to him. Vincent turns his head back and inclines his head slightly, inviting you to sit next to him. You sit down, leaving a reasonable amount of space between you, more than you’d usually leave. He’s likely to be emotionally volatile and you don’t want to spook him. He turns to you as you sit down, face hidden and almost unreadable. You kick your legs over the abyss. “You would have hidden better if you didn’t want to be found.”

He hums noncommittally, but now you know he’s not actually trying to hide, that he’s willing to have his mind changed.

“They just want an excuse to celebrate, you know? It’s not specifically about you, even if Aerith insists.”

“I am not the type for parties,” he shrugs.

“I know that’s not it,” you reply. “It’s not that it’s a party, or that it’s specifically for you. There’s something else, isn’t there?”

He turns, expression tight. You've hit the nail on the head. You don’t know that much about his past or about what’s happened to him, but you know that he hates talking about it, hates even thinking about it.

“How old do you think I am?” he asks, hiding an emotion in his voice that you can’t quite place.

You hum exaggeratedly, pretending to seriously ponder the question. You honestly have no idea but by now you’re pretty sure that he’s older than you think. “Mid thirties?”

He gives a sad smile. “Today, I am 57.”

You can’t stop your jaw from hitting the floor. You know that his physiology is strange, that he was experimented on, that he doesn’t need to eat or breathe, but you didn’t realise he had stopped ageing, not like that. He can’t be that old, it makes no sense. But then you think about it. He had worked with Hojo in the Shinra manor, you’d just assumed that hadn’t been that long ago, but the manor is old, and Hojo had looked younger in all of those holograms.

“A birthday is pointless when you don’t age,” he says, sounding sad, not necessarily upset, but forlorn, uncertain. If you let him he’ll just end up brooding endlessly and you don’t want that. You want to try to cheer him up, even if it seems pointless.

“Well then it’s a good thing I didn’t get you anything,” you reply cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood.

He turns to look at you, a hint of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting your reaction.

You say the date of your birthday and he cocks his head at you. “My birthday,” you add. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” You say the age you’re turning too, just so there’s no secrets between you both.

He smiles. “I won’t forget that.”

You nod, grinning. “I know. I expect an awesome gift.”

“Surely just my presence should be enough,” he teases.

You smile, glad that you’ve managed to cheer him up, not quite enough to come to the party though, so you decide to initiate the next phase of your plan. “I know I said I didn’t get you anything, but I do still have a present for you.”

You watch as his face falls slightly, confusion and uncertainty crossing his features. You sit up quickly, looking around the roof and finding a short ventilation duct, that will do. You don’t want to leave him for too long, you don’t want him to get lost in his own head again. You reach out your hand. “Stand up.”

He pauses for a moment but then stands, not taking your hand. You know that he trusts you, but you’re still often blown away by just how much. You wrap yourself around his arm and lead him to the duct. “Sit,” you order and he does, looking extremely confused. You gently pull his knees apart, stepping in between them. You’re slightly taller than him like this and it’s fun, as you pull his cowl down slightly and lean down to kiss him. He returns the gesture, lips soft and warm.

You pull away with a smirk. You can tell from his expression that he’s worked out what’s going on. You silently sink to your knees, resting your hands on his thighs while you pause for a moment, waiting for permission.

He doesn’t tell you no, doesn’t tell you to stop. He stays quiet as your hands slide up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. He lets out a shuddering breath and you grin, hands moving up to his hips, to the belt holding his pants up.

You slowly undo his belt, pulling the leather tight before releasing it. The clicking of metal sounds almost deafening in the silence of the night, but you don’t care. You slowly slide his fly down, watching as his cock, still covered and semi-hard, begins to poke out from the parted fabric. You lick across the head of it, wetting the dark fabric of his underwear. He groans softly.

You hold the waistband of his underwear, pulling it lower slowly, somewhat attempting to unwrap him like a present. You hook the fabric underneath the base of his cock, almost fully hard now and starting to leak at the tip. You look up at him. He’s watching you intently, breathing elevated and eyes blown with desire. You smirk up at him and then lean forward to press your tongue to his tip while making eye contact. You feel him shudder.

You reach out and wrap your fingers around his shaft, pumping a few times to spread your saliva around heated skin. You tilt your hand closer, angling him towards your mouth. You lean forward to take him, but you’re hit with a sudden horrifying realisation.

“Holy shit I’m fucking a senior citizen,” you exclaim, momentarily distracted.

Vincent grunts, clearly unimpressed.

“An umm, hot senior citizen,” you hastily correct, taking him quickly all the way down your throat so that he can’t retort.

Vincent moans, a deep, throaty thing as you sink down on his cock. You bob your head up and down, covering his shaft with saliva as you slowly get used to the thickness on your tongue. His cock is long, delicious and makes your jaw ache in the absolute best way. He groans, metal shifting as he digs his fingers into his thigh as your nose brushes against the dark curls at his base. You swallow a few times, hollowing your cheeks and making him forget all about your previous comment.

You fall into an easy rhythm, he’s easy to pleasure and so very sensitive. You wrap your hand around his base, fingers moving gently as you slide the rest of his shaft between your lips. You rest your other hand on his thigh for support, feeling it tense and shake. He’s trying to be quiet but struggling, soft gasps and deep groans escaping from his throat. You sink back down, humming, feeling his hips buck gently up into you. You feel warmed up and ready for the next step.

You pull off him and Vincent whines, clearly missing your touch. You smile, you’re not going to leave him hanging for long. You reach out and take his hand from his thigh. He allows it, leather shifting as you bring it to the back of your head. “Because this is for your birthday,” you grin. “You can control the pace.”

He looks confused, overwhelmed and unsure, but his fingers tighten in your hair all the same. You go slowly, relaxing into his touch. The pressure on the back of your head increases ever so slightly and you carefully slide your lips down his cock, easing him into being in control. You bob your head with his tentative movements, sucking and licking until he grows more confident. You’re not going to break and you know that he knows that, deep down anyway.

His fingers grow more certain, the pressure still gentle but much firmer as he pushes your head up and down his cock. You tease him as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks as he pulls upwards and sliding your tongue across him when he pushes down. You squeeze reassuringly at his thigh, trying to tell him that you’re fine, that you’re enjoying yourself, that he can go harder if he wants.

He pushes your head down, gloved fingers tangling in your hair, but doesn’t pull back, sliding your lips down his cock until you’re pressed to the base. He cuts off your air but you don’t mind, moving your tongue and trying to swallow around his thick head. You feel him moan, feel his hips buck up as he tries to push just a little bit further into you. You start to choke but you push the feeling down, relaxing into him until he pulls your head back up with a shuddering breath.

He pulls your head all the way back up, tightening slightly on your hair to angle you to face him. He looks down at you, bottom lip swollen and bitten, pupils blown dark with the slightest hazy glowing ring. You nod at him, letting him know that you’re okay, that he doesn’t need to check in with you. You press a quick kiss to the head of his cock and then take him back between your lips, moving slowly until he takes over once again.

You can tell he’s getting close, his cock beginning to jump between your lips as sticky salt coats the back of your throat. His breath is hitching, small gasps and whines hitting your ears. His hips are bucking gently, pressing up into you in a soft but barely controlled rhythm. You’re addicted to the sounds that he makes, to how his body responds to you. His hand on your head is less controlled, rougher. You adore it.

You work harder, you want to make him come. You want to feel him spill down your throat. You want to hear his muffled, desperate moans and soft begging. You can feel the moment he loses control, heat suddenly flaring around him. That’s when you pull back, pushing firmly against his hand on your head until he relents.

He allows you up, looking down at you with a lost, pathetic expression. He’s breathing heavily, almost panting. You watch his cock, swollen dark, pulse in the bottom of your vision. You grin up at him, mischief clear in your eyes. “Promise to come to the party.”

You watch expressions play over his face, watch his brain struggle to understand your words. You feel a little bit bad, he gets so overwhelmed when he’s close, this is a mean thing to do.

“Anything you want,” he moans, voice breathy. “Anything. Please. Please. I need you.”

You smile up at him and then sink back down. You pick up a firm, intense rhythm. You know what he likes, what he can’t resist. His fingers tighten in your hair as his hips start to buck up into you, trying to push as much of himself as he can between your lips. You hum, encouraging him and he whimpers. He says your name softly through gritted teeth, the tone of it fucking addicting. His whole body tenses, thighs shuddering and breath catching as he comes down your throat.

You swallow, moving your head and tongue, drawing out his pleasure as his fingers pull tight at your hair but don’t control your pace any longer. His orgasms are always so intense and you guide him through it, barely even tasting his release as you take him as deep as you can. Eventually he pulls you back with a shuddering whine and lewd pop as his cock slips from your lips. He looks down at you, expression sated, eyes full of adoration.

You start to tuck him back into his pants, enjoying the way that he hisses with overstimulation. He’s too much fun to tease. You stand up, knees and jaw protesting, but you can manage. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday,” you whisper.

He turns his head, expression so relaxed and loose. It’s a rare look for him and honestly you can never get enough of it. He smiles at you, looking right into your eyes. You notice the exact moment that his expression shifts.

“That was a dirty trick,” he says, still slightly out of breath, voice rough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug. “I also would have kept going if you’d said no.”

His brows furrow while he thinks back to your words. You can’t help but smile when he realises that he’s trapped.

“You can have a few minutes to pull yourself together,” you grin, “but then we have to go. I want cake and I’m worried that Cid will eat all of it.”

Vincent sighs and you stop joking, for just a second anyway.

“I know Vin, I know.” You reassure him. “It’s honestly just a small thing. Everyone’s probably too drunk by now to remember it’s your birthday. I’ll stand next to you the whole time, even hold your hand if you want. They’re your friends and they just want to spend time with you.”

He leans his head on your shoulder and exhales a shaky breath. You press your cheek to his hair and wait for him.

“Alright,” he says eventually, standing up, long legs trembling slightly as he struggles to balance. “But only because you would never forgive me if you missed out on cake.”

[themonsterthing]

I Like Being Different

Originally published on Medium:

This morning, I got pancakes with a friend and insisted before that we learn how to load her power chair into my car so I could take her myself. In case of an emergency, I wanted to know how to do it myself, so that I could be there for her. Over many delicious pancakes and much coffee, she shared that she was really impressed with her new GP — someone who actually listened and helped! (For the disabled community, this unfortunately A Big Deal.) What was most impressive about the new GP was that she never pushed the issue of getting my friend back to “not needing the chair”. So many medical professionals, so many humans, see that “normalcy” as what we all must want, so to not have someone push that agenda was sadly a shocking delight.

For a lot of able-bodied, thin, neurotypical people, when trying to relate to someone with disability, they think the goal for us is to be a skinny able-bodied neurotypical. When, in fact, for almost every disabled person I know, the goal is to have a body that lets them do what they want.

We don’t want to fit in. One of the first and biggest hurdles to being disabled is loving our body as it is. And once we do, why would we want to give that up?

I lost so much weight in the hospital, because of a brain injury and resultant coma. (It happens when you eat through a tube for two a half months.) I was a stick — I hated it so much. I felt like I was gonna fall over in a strong wind. Plot twist: according to the BMI (which everyone knows is bullshit), I was “healthy.”

HA. I looked awful. I looked wrong.

Currently, I now fall into the “obese” category. And I love my weight. The goal is not to be skinny, when I think about my health. The goal to have a body that does what I want it to. I want to walk everywhere, and I can. I love my bigger body, because it no longer feels like I’m going to fall over. I feel safe, I feel powerful, I feel right, in this body. Can I do everything I want, with my body? No. But no body can, and accepting the limitations of my disability doesn’t mean I’m different in that way. It just means I am more aware of where those boundaries are. (A metaphor: to a bird, not being able to fly must make us disabled. But no human thinks of their body as ���wrong” because they can’t fly. My body is not “wrong” because I can’t run. I’m just different.)

Example: my voice is kinda wrecked (neurological complications from the brain injury). People often hear me and they think I’m sick. But, to be honest, I kinda love my voice. As a non-binary human, I don’t sound like a girl, and I don’t sound like a boy. I sound like me. Kids love me. Animals love me. I am a quiet, husky, non-threatening, non-gendered mystery.

The problem is not my voice, not how I feel about it. The problem is how my voice works in society. Am I sad that ESL people struggle with my voice, that I can’t really learn to speak secondary tongues; that I can’t sing? Very much. Am I sad that I can’t really work a regular job? I mean, not really, but not being able to afford to live is a huge problem in our capitalist hellscape.

As another friend put it, “capitalism is what handicaps me, not my disabilities”.

A lot of disabled folk share this feeling. (Not everyone! We are not a hive mind!) The problem is not how we navigate the world within our disabilities, it is that access is so limited that we often can’t. There are events my friend can’t go to her, in her chair — hell, she actually can’t even come to my house, since I live in a tiny old narrow many-staired inaccessible San Francisco apartment. So I go to her. There are places I can’t go, as a quiet human — bars are pretty much off-limits except for a Tuesday at 3pm (I don’t drink either though, so…). Access to the world is defined by the broad general category of ability — and it should be! I’m not saying that the world should not be built for the majority. But what I am saying is that there should be option, there should be asterisks, fine print, for those of us with different needs, and that it should not be world-ending to find those. It should not take a fight to accommodate us.

And for some of us (many of us), it should not be assumed that we want to get back to the “default”. We like being different. We just want a world that is okay with us thinking that.

That people assume that able-bodied neurotypical that everyone wants is harmful — not everyone wants that. And even if they want it, not everyone is capable of it. So we need to stop the myth that we can only find happiness in the “default”. That’s not only not true, it’s actively harmful. It’s okay to be different. It’s okay to want to be different. It’s also okay to fit in. It’s okay to want that, too.

Everyone just wants agency over their lives, and disabled people deserve that as much as the able-bodied.

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ - Chapter 6-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 3,177 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Life threatening event, mild sexually suggestive language, swear words

A/n: Sorry for there not being a whole lot of art in this chapter, I am trying to streamline my work so that I can get these chapters out as quick as possible. I have really grown so accustomed to Luda Mae, I admit I am a bit attached to her, same goes for that pervy old man Charlie. As always, reblogs, likes and comments are extremely appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the chapter and art!

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Chapter 6

The sound of crackling and smell of campfire wafted into your dream, you were so drained from the heat exhaustion you experienced that you could barely wake up. You feel really hot and as you open your eyes you see fire, raging ember flames were licking at the walls and dancing across the ceiling as smoke flooded the air. You immediately jump out of bed and scream as you scramble to get out of the room, the thick poisonous smog was choking your lungs and stinging your eyes. You run to the door but it is blocked by fire and heat, you try to get to the window to open it but a large plank from the ceiling falls in front of it trapping you inside.

 You sprint towards the bathroom and see the window is too tiny to get out of so you decide to get the shower head and spray the entire bathroom with water to prevent the fire from coming in, this futile attempt was modestly effective but the smoke was promising to take your life. You scream for help, in the hopes that maybe Dover could hear you and be a decent enough person to come to your aid, but the more you screamed the more smoke you inhaled. You spray yourself with water and hold a towel to your nose to filter out some of the fumes and begin to cry, realizing that this home is now your grave.

A sudden crash instills even more fear and defeat, the house is now collapsing from the flames eating its structure, but as soon as doom overwhelms you, the door to the bathroom starts pounding with heavy thuds. It takes you a second to process what the sound is -the ceiling is probably collapsing now- you feel yourself begin to slip away as the polluted air chokes you. In a blink, the bathroom door explodes off its hinges, a plume of black smoke furls into the room and from that smoke emerges a beast, Tommy.

He scoops you up and pulls you out of the house and away from the flames to safety, gently placing you down on the ground, he began helping Charlie with spraying the house down with what looks like an old water truck. In a quick half hour, the flames were extinguished and your beautiful home was now sitting there horribly damaged from what you were able to see. You suck in clean air to help get the toxins out of your lungs and clear your blood, Charlie comes up to where you lay with Tommy right beside him and says,

“You’re lucky we were here girly, this would’a been the end of you and your damn house.” He then looks at Tommy and tells him, “Boy, pick her up and get her into the truck, she’s comin’ home with us.”

Tommy nods and picks you up delicately as if you were made of glass. When he got to the truck, he placed you on his lap and held you tightly, you were coughing furiously, trying to get out the toxins that infiltrated your lung tissue. The drive was extremely short, your eyes were closed the entire ride from the stinging you felt. Once you reached the Hewitt house, Tommy quickly brought you inside where Luda Mae was waiting for you.

“Bring her up to my room and set her on the bed, quickly now” Luda Mae spoke with a wavering voice full of worry.

She followed Tommy up the stairs with a bucket full of clean, cool water and a washcloth. You opened your eyes a little to be able to look at Tommy, you wanted to thank him so badly but you could barely speak. The upstairs of their home was a new space for you as you had only ever needed to be on the main floor for visits; Wallpaper colored the walls in an old Dijon yellow, marked with whispers of mysterious stains form years ago; There was a dark walnut trim wrapping around the ceiling and floors matching in a same walnut brown shade, the lighting from dated wall sconces dimly lit the hallway and made you feel uneasy.

Luda Mae guided him to her bedroom door, “Carefully now Tommy, we don’t want to do anymore damage that the fire hadn’t already caused.”

Luda Mae had a bedroom you would expect for a household matriarch, the floors were impeccably clean and reflected the soft lamp light that shone from the corner of the room; The walls were a soft eggshell white and the bed you were placed on was large with soft cotton sheets in a cheery canary yellow color. You start coughing more from the movement,

“Thank you, son, now clear outta here, she ain’t dressed for male company.” Luda Mae pushes Tommy out and he reluctantly obeys, his head was swiveling to keep his sight on you as much as he could before the door closed behind him.

You realize you were wearing the least amount of clothing tonight because of the Texan heat that plagued you the entire time you had been in Fuller. You had nothing much on but some old short-shorts and a slinky little tank top that could barely hang on to your breasts. You almost felt shame but you could barely think of anything at the moment, your lovely new home is now severely damaged, possibly even burnt to the ground for all you knew.

“You poor thing, you just can’t catch a break huh? You must be so scared and tired.” Luda Mae had such a soothing voice; she was so much like a mother you never had.

You try to speak, “Luda *cough* I’m so sorry to be such a burden on your family, I owe my life to you all.” Your barely audible  voice was gravelly from all the smoke and irritation.

She gives you a stern look, “Don’t you dare think you owe us hun, your life was in danger and there was no way we were gonna let you die in that fire.” She began washing the soot from your face and body, then handed you a glass of water to drink, which you promptly guzzled down immediately. You begin to feel a wave of emotion come over you, tears start welling up in your eyes and you start sobbing, Luda Mae holds you close to her chest and pets your head gently, she says,

“It’s gonna be ok sweetheart, don’t you worry none, we ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you anymore. You’re family.”

You sob into her; you haven’t had a strong cry in years and the stress of recent events was enough to break you,

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now, my home is gone! I have nowhere to live, everything I had, all my memories from home are probably all burnt up now!”

Luda Mae lets out a sympathetic laugh, “Oh hun! You’re gonna live here with us until you want to leave.” She lifts your chin up to have you face her and she wipes your tears with a dainty little handkerchief, she adds,

“Tonight, you’re gonna get some well needed rest, and tomorrow we can go look and see what the damage is together, and we’ll talk some more.”

Luda Mae goes into the joining bathroom and grabs a box of tissues; she sets them down next to you and puts a jug of fresh water next to your cup on the night stand. She looks at you with worry in her eyes, you can feel the motherly concern she has for you just by her expression, she says,

“I need you to get some sleep tonight hun, you might cough a lot and that’s to be expected after a fire, but if you need anything you just holler. I know my boy is going to be right outside all night and I’ll be in Charlies room -God help me- which is right next to this one.”

Through bleary eyes and sniffles, you give her a nod, she gently shuts the door behind her as she exits and you hear her mumble something to someone before walking away. You do your best to get some sleep, the crying puffed up your eyes and made you sleepy enough to pass out.

-

You woke up to the sound of farm animals milling about outside, the gentle clucks of chickens pecking the ground and the calls of cows mooing in the field. You can hear Charlie speaking to Tommy outside in the barn but it’s too far away to make out the words. You slowly get up and pour yourself some water, muffled coughs still plague you but they are lessened in strength. You hear a knock at the bedroom door and Luda Mae speaks softly,

“You awake hun? Can I come in?”

You call out to let her in and she opens the door, she picks up something off the table next to her outside and walks towards you with an in-bed breakfast tray holding a glass of orange juice and some eggs and toast.

“I have some food here for you dear, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t feel hungry so don’t push yourself.” She sets the tray on your lap and puts some pillows behind your back to help you sit up, she follows,

“How are you feeling today? You slept far into the day which is good, you needed it.”

You smile at her and reply,

“I’m doing better today; I didn’t mean to cry on you last night… I’m a bit embarrassed. What time is it?”

She looks at you with an annoyed look and says,

“Now that’s enough of that nonsense, you better not feel embarrassed at all; why, you had every right to cry with all of what happened to you, I’m surprised you weren’t hollerin’ all night.” She looks at a watch on her wrist, “Oh, and it’s past 1pm dear, you got a good healthy amount of rest, that makes me happy.”

She gets up and walks towards the closet, she slides open the doors and stares at the clothes hanging on the rack, she places her hands on her hips ad says,

“Now let’s find you something to put on so we can go check on your house.”

You start eating the food on the tray as she sifts through the clothing in the closet, the eggs were perfectly cooked, sunny side up with a soft yolk for you to dip your toast into. You thank Luda Mae for the food and she smiles back at you, she turns back and spots something; she pulls out a large pastel blue shirt and brings it over to you,

“This was worn by Thomas when he was growin’ up, he grew out of it real quick and now it’s just a big pretty shirt. I think it would be like a nice little dress on you, it’s at least something to put on so we can get you to your home without the men lookin’ at you like hungry dogs to a steak.”

You blush in embarrassment and say,

“I’m so-“

Luda Mae cuts you off immediately and says,

“The next words outta your mouth better not be ‘sorry’ hun. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, it doesn’t matter how you were dressed for bed, that’s your business, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable is all, it ain’t a judgment on your character or nothin’…I’m not that kind of Christian.”

She takes the empty tray away from you and starts heading out the door,

“Now you get yourself ready and I’ll take you back up to the house. No need to rush none sweetheart, you take your time.” And with that she closes the door behind her.

You head into the bathroom which is very old fashioned, the walls were painted a pale teal blue, white tiles with flower patterns scaled around the tub and the fixtures were a weathered gold color. You wash your face and gargle some tap water; you clean your body off in the tub which makes the water run grey from the soot still stuck to your skin. You let out a sigh -I smell like a goddamn chimney- the shower made you feel amazing, it was nice to get so clean after a traumatic event.

Once you were done in the shower, you got changed into the shirt Luda Mae left for you, the color was very pretty, it was a powder blue, button down made entirely of cotton; you slipped it over your body and it really was like a dress on you, the sleeves were very long and the bottom of the shirt reached your knees -Fucking hell, this was his when he was growing?- you felt a little scandalous wearing the old shirt of a man you didn’t know very well, you didn’t have that kind of relationship with him but it was fun to imagine that you did which got your mind off the stress of last night.

You make your way downstairs, your bare feet slapping on the cool hardwood floor, each step made a gentle creak which reminded you of the old home you grew up in back in Manitoba. The sepia tone of the afternoon sun washed into the home and a cool breeze flowed in through the open windows making the curtains sway gently. The house was very quiet inside, the muted sounds of the animals and nature outside floated off the walls like a comforting hug, you felt very at home in the Hewitt house as if you were never a stranger to them.

Luda Mae rounds a corner and brings you an old pair of flip flops which looked strangely modern and out of place for an old Texan farm. You ask,

“Oh, who’s are these?”

Luda Mae pauses for a second and purses her lips in thought,

“Uh, they were from a family friend who visited and forgot them. Put them on dear.”

You couldn’t help but feel her response was a little suspicious, but you struggled to place what it was. You shrug it off and thank her for the shoes. You both head out towards your home, you pass by the barn and see Tommy heaving planks of wood from inside the barn, he was shirtless.

You immediately widen your eyes and blush heavily, his sweaty body was shimmering in the sun, most of his torso was disappointingly hidden by his overalls but you were able to see some hair surrounding a small pink nipple. Immediately you had sinful thoughts running through your head, you wondered so desperately what the rest of him looked like and how low the hair went down. Luda Mae called out to him,

“Thomas! Me n’ Y/N are going to head back to her property for a bit, some foods on the kitchen table for you!”

Tommy did a double take to look at you when he saw you were wearing an old favorite of his. He was frozen where he was, his eyes followed as you made your way down the driveway to the main road. Luda Mae laughed noticing this, she said,

“He hasn’t seen that shirt in so long, he used to love wearing it. I bet he’s happy it’s bein’ worn again”

Both you and Luda Mae reach your home, you are feeling anxious to see what you are going to find left after the fire and you feel a knot in your stomach forming. Before you could get up the driveway enough to see the house, Luda Mae turns to you and asks,

“Are you gonna be alright dear?”

You nod and continue up the driveway, you can already smell the burnt wood and you start to get scared; you make it over the hill revealing the house to be in better shape than you initially thought; most of it is still standing and undamaged, your heart lifts a little seeing that you still have well over half a home left to work with. Charlie comes out from behind the house and walks towards you both,

“This ain’t so bad. Looks to me like the bedroom took the brunt of the flames, most of this house ain’t damaged at all.”

Luda Mae smiles and holds your hand,

“Oh, praise lord Jesus. Looks like this can be fixed up, you can live with us while repairs get done, or…forever if you like.” She giggles after adding that in.

You laugh, “I really appreciate your offer, and I will have to take you up on it. I’ll pay my way and help out until my home is ready to move back into of course.”

Charlie puts his hands on his hips and turns to you,

“I tried lookin’ for that shithead Dover but, he’s nowhere to be found. I didn’t see a corpse in the house or nothin’ so he ain’t dead far as I can tell.”

You had completely forgotten about Dover, it was strange that he was missing but you didn’t really care at this moment, you were just happy to know that you still had a home. You make your way inside the house to see the damage in the bedroom, it looks like the fire was most damaging by the window which you thought strange. You see the closet is covered in soot, you open it and check the clothes, they needed a wash but remained undamaged. You take a suitcase from out of another closet in the foyer, you fill it up with clothes and essential items, if you needed anything more, you could just get into the storage container which still had so many things in it.

Once the suitcase was full, you head towards Luda Mae who asks,

“Got everything you need? You can slowly bring more stuff everyday if you like, you’ll be stayin’ with us a while.” She puts her arm around you and squeezes reassuringly.

Charlie walks alongside you and Luda Mae, he asks,

“Y/N, did you leave somethin’ electric plugged in near the window? Maybe some woman contraption for hair or what not?”

You squint your eyes at the ignorant statement but reply,

“No, I didn’t have anything plugged into the wall, not even a lamp. Anything that could have caught fire like that would be in the bathroom but there wasn’t a fire in there.”

Charlie rubs his chin,

“I think we need to keep an eye out for Dover, wherever that backwoods fuck is.”

You furl your eyebrows in thought -Does he think that Dover lit the fire? Why would he do that? It would risk his job and the orchard…- You were perplexed with the thought but it was always a possibility, he did say many times how much he wanted the full property all to himself. He needs to be found, and he needs to be found quickly.

Next chapter-

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Life Update

Hey Guys

I know I said I was coming back, and I fully intended to. Then I injured my back... badly

I ruptured a disc in my back on one of my lowest vertebrae and now have lost most of the feeling in my left leg :(

In the next week here I'm being scheduled for spinal surgery.

Strangely I'm doing okay. Since my last post a lot of things have gotten sorted (mostly family drama) which has taken a huge weight off of me. Then I fell on the stairs. I only fell down two steps but Ianded hard on my butt and then hit my back against the stair.

This was almost 2 months ago, and I was going to physio for it until my disability decided not to cover it. I was sent to an "Impartial" specialist who had the nerve to tell me that most of my pain was likely "Psychological" haven't had that kind of flippant disrespect about my health in awhile.

On the 30th of October I went to lay down for a nap, when I woke up just the act of sitting up left me in agony. My wonderful husband then spent the next few hours with me using hot and cold compresses and trying to help me get through the pain because the hospital said it was probably just sciatic pain... Halloween rolls around and I've lost all feeling in my left thigh.

I decided "FUCK IT" and went to emergency, where after a good 9 hours I finally saw a doctor who would take me seriously. And by that time my entire left thigh, part of my calf, and most of my back end and groin were completely numb. They took my sock off and my foot was grey. It was pretty scary.

The doctor there did a battery of tests for everthing he could think of, he did manage to get a bit of feeling back into my calf and foot with an injection. But everything else was still pins and needles. I had an MRI and well.. as you can see the lower disc was pushed so far out it was impinging on all the nerves to my left leg.

I spent Halloween and most of the next day in emergency. Had a lovely panic attack, got mildly sedated, there were no beds so I was stuck in a shitty recliner in a corner between two drug attics. One who wouldn't stop complaining and then throwing fits and the other who had some kind of blood borne illness with open sores. It was fucking terrible.

Today I had to drive almost 2 hours to another city to see a neurosurgeon who was also livid no one had done anything for me in over two months and said that even with surgery I may never get full feeling back in my leg (cries) This then followed more X-rays, blood work (7 vials taken oi vey) and an ECG.

Turns out I also have a rare heart defect - that only one other person in my family has - that causes my heart to skip a beat every third beat. They also (because I'm anemic) had to go through the process of signing a ton of forms for the possibility that I may need a transfusion during or after surgery....

This was supposed to be a short post I swear -_-

Thursday I have to go for a full physical and do even MORE paperwork, and then drive again 2 hours away to another city to have my surgery.

FML

So yeah, I still very much want to be creating and posting I just haven't been able to sit or concentrate much as I am taking pain killers (that do not want to work with my antidepressants) so I've either been completely out of it or just stuck doing one thing and one thing only (which has mostly been just riding around in RDR2 hunting, fishing and exploring) I also finished the new Zelda game cuz... well I've been laying down a lot.

Holy Jeebs have I been bored. In between that I've also been trying to keep GiraffeBarn active and get into a few local stores again.

2024 has been hectic and chaotic.

I'm hopeful that the new year will bring me some much needed peace and clarity.

So yeah, I'm not gone, I'm still lurking about and I still plan to post again (when I can)

I miss you all so very much (especially my wifey <3)

Hope you all are well

much love

B

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Six

chapter warnings: language, lots of sexual tension, masturbation (f),

word count: 3.3k

enjoy ;)

Weeks have gone by since Trent Crimm of 'The Independent' published his article and the respect that Ted has gotten from other journalists has sky rocketed through the roof. Not only does that make my job a hell of a lot easier, but as Ted's friend, it makes my heart burst with joy. Even though the team has lost several games, the media isn't tearing Ted apart like they used to. Instead, they choose to talk about how charismatic he is during press conferences, and how he greets everyone he sees on the streets.  Even though Ted's public reception is through the roof, Rebecca is still incredibly standoffish. I mean, the woman just went through a very public divorce, I would be standoffish too if I were her. 

While I was sitting at my desk, reading through the dozens and dozens of comments about what people had to say about Ted and the team, I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"Howdy doody, Lacy Loo," Ted said, excitedly. 

"Ted," I greeted, with my face remaining stone cold. "To what do I owe the pleasure of conversing with London's most talked about coach?"

"What are you doing tonight?" He prompted. Do I tell him the truth about how I was going to order take out and fall asleep on top of my vibrator? That might cause a problem with HR. 

"Hmm.. nothing. Why? What's up?"

"Well, the boss lady invited me to her annual charity gala tonight." At least Ted was making leeway with Rebecca. I haven't been able to break through her yet. 

"Ooo. That sounds fancy. And maybe a little scary." I smiled up at him. 

"Well, actually. I was gonna ask if you'd do me the honor of being my plus one. I'd hate to go alone." Ted actually looked nervous to ask me, like I'd ever say no. 

"I would love to be your plus one, Ted." I smiled. 

"Yeah?" He seems genuinely surprised that I said yes. 

"Absolutely! I love a good excuse to get dressed up and eat fancy food. What time is it?" 

"We'll have to leave around seven." Ted answered. 

"Alrighty. I'll see you at seven." 

Lacy Watson: EMERGENCY 

Keeley Jones: WHAT IS IT??

Lacy Watson: I got invited to the gala tonight and I have nothing to wear.

Keeley Jones: Oh, fuck. We need to go shopping NOW. 

***

After trying on dozens and dozens of dresses, we finally found one that looked perfect. Keeley insisted I go with an emerald green dress since it would match my auburn hair. The gown was floor length and showed just enough cleavage that Ted wouldn't have a choice but to look. 

"Lace, you look so fucking fit. I just wanna kiss you on the mouth, right now." Keeley took a step back and made me spin around in my dress. 

"You really think so? You think I look pretty?" Out of nowhere, I got all timid. Just because Keeley thought I looked pretty didn't mean Ted would think so. 

"I think Ted is the luckiest man in the world to be walking into this gala with you on his arm." Keeley held onto my arm as she spoke to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Alright now I wanna kiss you on the mouth," I joked. 

I had about two hours to go back home and do my hair and makeup. Keeley offered, but she had to get ready to go to the gala too and I felt guilty monopolizing all of her time. 

I curled my hair into beach waves and went with a medium coverage makeup look. I wanted to feel pretty, but I wanted Ted to see me. Not this made up version of me. 

Ted knocked on the door while yelling "I'm coming up!" My heart did somersaults when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. I just stood there, playing with my dress when Ted turned around the corner and saw me. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbled underneath his breath. 

"What do you think?" I spun around so he could see the entire dress.

"I think... I think you look beautiful." Ted softly let out. I felt my face heat up as a blush started to spread across my cheeks. 

"Thank you, Ted. You look quite handsome, yourself." I smiled at him. 

Ted cleared his throat, "We better hit the road, we don't wanna be late." 

As we arrived to the venue, I audibly groaned as I noticed a red carpet heading up to the door. 

"What the fuck is this?" I groaned. 

"Just a few pictures. Pretty much just like prom all over again," Ted laughed. "You're the prettiest person here. There should definitely be proof of that."

"Well, if you say so." 

We got out of the car together and walked up to the carpet. The two of us posed for pictures together, with my arm wrapped around his torso. 

One of the photographers screamed, "Let's get a photo of the couple kissing, yeah?" The other photographers started laughing. That's when Ted loosened his grip from me and gently let my arm down and walked into the venue. Without me. 

Fuck it. I did some solo pictures on the carpet because Keeley was right. I looked fucking fit. When more people started to arrive on the carpet, I walked into the venue by myself. I looked around to see most of the footballers there and also some other people I've never seen. But they all looked scary and rich. 

As I glanced around, I saw a table with Ted, Roy, Jamie, Keeley and Nate. I started to walk up to the table when Keeley screamed, "Holy shit!" 

"Hi, everyone," I waved, sitting in the empty seat next to Ted and Jamie. 

"Let me go grab some drinks. I'll be right back." Ted got up from his chair, stumbling a bit, before running off to the bar. 

My cold eyes followed him to the bar and stared at him as he conversed with the bartender. 

"What's up his ass?" Keeley questioned. 

"Not sure. He was completely fine but then he totally bugged out as soon as one of the photographers called us a couple." I answered. 

"What a pussy," Jamie muttered under his breath.

"At least he has a date, Jamie. You're stuck at a table with your ex-girlfriend," I laughed at him, causing Roy to let out an audible laugh. Keeley and I immediately snapped our necks to look up at Roy. He covered up his laugh by clearing his throat. 

"Shut the fuck up," Roy said coldly. 

Ted came back to the table with a bottle of wine and a shot for each of us. I quickly grabbed the shot out of his hand and took it. Tonight was going to be a long night. 

***

One shot turned into two and one glass of wine turned into two. Safe to say, I was properly buzzed.

Ted spent a majority of the night trying to get Roy and Jamie to get along but obviously, they weren't interested. Speaking of uninterested, Ted seemed uninterested whenever I tried to spark a conversation. Ever since the red carpet, he just shut down. 

"Whatever," I scoffed and walked away. I found myself walking past Coach Beard making out with his date in the hallway. At least someone here is getting some. 

As I approached the bar, I felt a tear fighting to escape my eye. I just didn't understand why Ted was acting like this. Wiping the tear from my eye, I sat at the bar and ordered a water. I should probably try to sober up a bit. 

"Do you mind if I sit?" A voice came from behind me. Roy. 

"Yeah, of course." I motioned to the seat next to me. 

"You alright?" 

I chuckled. "What makes you think I'm not doing alright?"

"You scoffed and left the table like a proper fucking lunatic." 

"Oh, welp. You got me there." I laughed again and took another sip of my water. 

"You're in love with Ted." Roy told me. He didn't even have to ask. He just knew. Not knowing how to respond, I just lowered my head and nodded. "I'm in love with Keeley." That was enough to make my head snap up.

"You what?"

"Yeah. I've been in love with her. It killed me seeing that fucking asshole treat her like that. That's why a part of me hates that prick so much. But now that they're broken up, I just wanna show her what it really feels like to be loved." Roy looked at me. 

"At least she's single. Ted, he's- he's married. I can't be the girl that sleeps with a married man. That's just not me." A few tears escaped from my eyes. 

"Watson, his wife is all the way across the fucking Atlantic. Between you and I, I don't think things are going well between them anyway. Anytime she calls, he looks fucking miserable. You can be the one to show him how it feels to be properly loved, alright?" Roy reached over and wiped my tears away. Out of my peripherals, I noticed Ted looking at the two of us, looking like he's been shot. 

"Thanks, Kent." I smiled. I got up and rubbed his back, showing my gratitude for his friendship. "And if it means anything, and I hope I'm saying this properly, you and Keeley would be the fittest couple in England." 

Roy laughed and raised his drink to me before taking a sip. I walked over to Ted before giving him a sad smile. "I'm sorry I walked out. I think I just drank too much." I looked back over to the bar and saw the Keeley took my spot at the bar, making me smile to myself. 

"It's okay, Lace. Are you sure you're alright?" He rubbed my shoulder, trying to console me. 

I nodded. "Yeah, Ted. Let's go back in." I grabbed his hand, to which surprisingly he didn't pull away, and pulled him back into the room. 

As I walked up to the table, Nate had been sitting at the table, obviously being ignored by everyone else. "How's it going, Nate? That's a nice suit." I said, motioning to his outfit. 

"This? Oh, thank you! Ted got it for me." I looked over and Ted and smiled. 

"For future, just say thank you. You don't have to say that Ted got it for you," I laughed and took a seat next to him. 

After a few minutes of conversation, a man came up behind Ted and tapped him on the shoulder, "You must be the man that's managing my club." 

"Oh god, Rebecca? You in there?" Ted laughed at the man, trying to joke around. 

"Rupert Mannion. Nice to meet you," Rupert shook Ted's hand. 

"Ted Lasso, but you already knew that."

Rupert turned his attention to me. "And you must be Mrs. Lasso?"

"Actually I'm Mrs. Watson. Lacy. I do PR for Richmond." I shook his hand. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know Rebecca started hiring supermodels to run the PR, but you know what? Power to her, and to you!"

"Yeah, well. I think my college degree would say differently." My eyes became cold. I hated this guy.

"I hope you two enjoy the event," Rupert rubbed my back as he left, sending chills down my spine. 

"Pardon my language for a second, but what an asshole." Ted looked over at me to which I just shrugged. I was used to asshole men. That's one of the downsides of being a woman. 

After Rupert hijacked the auction, people were starting to trickle out of the gala. Coach Beard was on the dance floor with his date, Jane. The two of them were just dancing like no one was watching, it was quite entertaining. Next to them was Roy and Keeley in each others arms dancing, which made me heart almost explode. Roy had his eyes closed, he looked like he just wanted to cherish the moment.

"Hey," Ted said as he got up, extending his hand to me, "Wanna dance?" 

"You're not gonna ignore me half way through the dance are you?" I laughed as I took his hand in mine and he lead me to the dance floor. Ted perked up as he realized what song was playing.

"Oh would you look at that? Isn't this your favorite singer?" Ted beamed as he took me into his arms and started to sway us back and forth.

I smiled into the crook of his neck when I realized the song playing was "Labyrinth" by Taylor Swift. I brought up Taylor Swift one time the first time we met and he remember this whole time.

As Taylor Swift sang, "Oh no, I'm falling in love,"  I couldn't help but close my eyes and smile, relating way too much to the song. 

It felt like we were the only two people on the dance floor as the song played. Feeling his heartbeat and his body so flush against mine was incredibly euphoric. As the song ended, Ted pulled away so he could look me right in the face. "You know, I'm really sorry about how I acted earlier."

I sighed. "Ted, it's okay. Seriously."

"No, it's not okay. Hearing them call us a couple just really, I don't know, it freaked me out. I'm just trying so hard to save my marriage and I didn't want anything to jeopardize that."

My heart sank a little bit, "I get it. No worries, pal." I playfully punched him on the shoulder. What the fuck was I doing? 

Ted smiled at the ground before saying, "Alright, we should probably get out of here. I'm gonna go find Nate and say goodbye real quick. I'll meet you outside." 

I quietly gave Roy two thumb's up and winked at him while walking out, seeing that he was still dancing with Keeley. The two of them looked so natural together. 

As I walked out of the venue, I ran into Rebecca leaning against the wall, sniffling. 

"Are you alright, Ms. Welton?" 

She quickly wiped away her tears before cleaning her throat. "Yes, Lacy. I'm okay, thank you. Did you have fun, tonight?"

"Yes, thank you. I had a great time. Except that asshole ex-husband of yours." I sighed, which made her laugh. 

"He is a bit of an asshole, isn't he?" She pretended to laugh. 

"Listen, Ms. Welton. You are a powerful, independent woman and he's an insecure little boy. Your power scares the shit out of him. Do not let him bring you down. You're way too much of a badass for that." I rubbed her arm. 

Her eyes widened as she digested what I had told her. "Thank you. That really means a lot."

"Of course," I saw Ted exit the building, waiting for me by the door. "Have a good night, Ms. Welton."

"Please, call me Rebecca." A warm smile spread across her face. 

"Have a good night, Rebecca." I waved goodnight as I ran up to join Ted. 

Ted and I walked home in almost perfect silence, the two of us feeling perfectly comfortable just being in the others presence. As we reached the flat, the two of us stood in the foyer for a second, not knowing what to say. 

"I really had a great time. Thank you for coming with me, and again, I'm so sorry about acting like a, ya know." Ted seemed almost ashamed. 

"Either way, I really had fun, Ted." I smiled up at him. Something washed over me as I was looking up at him and he was looking down at me. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the butterflies in my stomach but one of them were telling me to kiss him. 

As my hand reached up to cup Ted's face, his eyes started to close as he took a deep breath in. I caressed his face with my thumb while I moved my face closer to his. As I could feel his breath on my lips and the warmth radiating off his face, he pulled away ever so slightly. 

"I'm married." He spoke softly. I couldn't bring my hand to leave his face, never knowing if I'd touch his face again. I'd even be okay if I never kissed him. I just wanted to touch him. 

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just gonna go." I said erratically while slowly removing my hand from his face and rushing into my flat. 

Fuck, I groaned to myself as I walked up the steps. I just needed to go to bed and sleep this off. After slowly getting out of my dress and putting my pajamas on, I sprawled across my bed. I didn't even take my makeup off, I just wanted today to be over.  

Five minutes turned into ten and ten minutes turned into fifteen and I couldn't get to sleep. My mind was racing, thinking about the events of tonight. Thinking about the way Ted's breath hitched as he saw me in my dress and how his eyes instantly fell to my cleavage. Thinking about the way Ted's hand crept around my waist during the red carpet and how his thumb rubbed ever so gently on the fabric of my dress. Thinking about the way Ted's body was flushed against mine as we swayed on the dance floor. Thinking about the way I could see Ted's lips quiver as I got close to him, sensing that all he wanted to do was engulf me in him. How his pupils immediately dilated when my thumb caressed his cheek. 

As my mind began to race, so did my hand. My eyes fluttered shut as my hand slowly went from cupping my breasts to sliding under the band of my pajamas shorts and underneath my underwear. 

A deep sigh escaped my lips as my fingers reached the place that needed attention the most. As I  lazily rubbed circles around the little bundle of nerves, my second hand reached back up and cupped my breast as I started to arch my back off the bed. All I could envision was Ted at the bottom of the bed, laying between my legs.  His mustache adding to the euphoric feeling his tongue was already providing would push me over the edge. His southern drawl telling me how good of a girl I am and telling me to just let go, all over his face. 

Lazy circles turned into quick rapid movements to keep up with my mind's rapid visions of Ted. 

Ted, I softly moaned as I visioned him still laying between my legs, my knees bent over his shoulders and my feet interlocked, keeping his neck and head in place. 

You're doing so good, darlin. You taste so good,  He groaned in my mind. 

That's all it took for heat to begin to form in my lower belly. I whined into the darkness of my bedroom as I finished on Ted's face, in my mind of course. In reality, I had just masturbated to the thought of my boss eating me out. 

I laid on my bed for about two minutes, trying to catch my breath, and also trying to stop myself from going at it again

Christ, I need to get some sleep. I got up to go to the bathroom when I heard little sounds coming from right beneath me. It sounded like something creaking. 

My footsteps stopped in their place so I could hear what was happening. Rhythmic creaking sounds joined by the sound of a low grunting sound. 

No fucking way, I thought to myself. 

Great minds think alike. 

authors note: phew is it hot in here or is it just me? I wasn't gonna post this part until tomorrow but I was literally way too excited to not post it. i hope you enjoyed besties 

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[swe3troses]

10 things I Hate About You pt.2 (Jack Hughes X Reader)

‘I hate the way you drive my car...’

Bianca got up with a start looking at her father offended.

“But she’s a mutant! What if she never dates!”

“Then you’ll never date, ooh I like the sound of that,” her dad says smirking as he rubs his hands together before continuing,

“And I get to sleep at night, the deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren’t being impregnated!” he said facing Bianca before his very out-dated pager beeps notifying him that he had an emergency call at work, he points at Y/N and quickly says

“We will talk about Sarah Lawrence later!” he says as he walks out the front door

“Fine.” Y/N replies going up the stairs to finish her book without having to be annoyed by Bianca.

Bianca’s nostrils flare as she rushes towards the end of the stairs looking up at Y/N 

“Can’t you find some blind, deaf guy to take you out so I can have one date!” Bianca shouts

“Sorry Bianca you’ll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Trevor ‘eat me’ Zegras.”

“You suck!” Bianca says walking away

“You suck!” Y/N mocks back walking up the rest of the stairs.

Luke waited in the library for Bianca, he had learned French and found time in between hockey to be able to teach her French, something Quinn thought he was an idiot for.

Bianca storms in, Luke thought she looked gorgeous. Bianca had her long black hair in a ponytail and a red headband to hold back any falling pieces. She was wearing a red long sleeved crop top with a floral skirt and tiny red heels. Luke’s throat went dry as he opened the book, his hands shaking.

Bianca rushes towards Luke, being almost a foot shorter than him and that makes Luke go wild, he just stares at her before Bianca speaks “Can we make this quick? Troy and Dani are having an incredibly horrendous public breakup in the parking lot,again!” she said, smiling up at him.

His cheeks turned red “Well, uh I thought we would start with pronunciation?”

“Not the gagging, hacking and spitting part please.” she said folding her arms over her chest

“There is an alternative, French food, with me, this saturday.” 

“You’re asking me out?” she said her red lips growing into a smile

“That’s so cute? What’s your name again!” she said, making luke embarrassed.

“Luke Hughes. Listen, I know your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class he would,-” he said before Bianca spoke again.

“Oh wait a minute, Lyle..”

“Luke.” 

“My dad came up with a new rule, I can date when my sister does.” she said before Luke cheers

“Really? Do you like beach houses because me and my brothers have a beach house and-”

“A small problem Luca, In case you haven’t heard, my sister is a hideous breed of loser.”

“Y-yeah I noticed she is a little antisocial…Why is she like that anyway?” Luke asked leaning closer to Bianca 

“She used to be really popular, but she got sick of it or something. So then she became some moody indie rock loser.” Bianca replies as she makes a smug face at the talk of her ‘bitch’ sister.

“Yeah..but I am sure there are many men who wouldn’t mind going out with a difficult woman…like…Extreme dating!”

“You think you could find someone that extreme, and you’d do that for me?” Bianca replied holding his hand 

“Hell yes! I mean…yes.” Luke said before shrinking down in his seat. Luke’s mind immediately went to his older brother…Jack Hughes.

     Luke and Quinn saw their brother at hockey practice at around 2pm, Luke had already told Quinn and decided what was going to happen. He was pushing people into walls and gliding the puck into the net with such ease and then doing a very cocky celly, the rest of his teammates looking at him with fear.

“Hey brother, what’s up my man…” Luke said as he approached

“Yes, Luke? Is there something you need?” Jack said as he went to sit on the bench taking off his skates as his brother talked to him with his gear still on.

“Can you maybe take out this girl, Y/N, you’re the only one I know who could handle her-” He tried to say before being interrupted

“No way Luke, I am not taking out some chick, for your benefit.” he said as he walked to the locker room, not even glancing at his brother before taking off his jersey while walking into the locker room showing his toned back and his chest guard.

“God, of course he said no.” Luke said as he got on the bench as he took off his skates while Quinn skated off the ice and sat next to him.

“What we need…is a backer…someone who could convince Jack…” Quinn says before looking at Trevor and immediately knowing who his target was.

“Hey Trevor…” Quinn said as he skated towards Trevor. Trevor gave him a look.

“What’s up Hughesy, what do you need?” Trevor said as he skated around the ice rink.

“I need you to ask Jack to date Y/N L/N. Now here me out, all you have to do is pay him, and you may score a date with Bianca…” Quinn said desperate to help his little brother out.

“Fine, Bianca sounds nice…Ok I’ll do it, you owe me.” Trevor said before skating off the rink and going towards the locker room and approaching Jack.

“Hey Jack…buddy…Wanna go out with Y/N L/N for a couple bucks?” Trevor asked Jack as Jack stripped down to his boxers grabbing his regular clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt and blue swimming shorts. Jack gave him a confused expression.

“Why does everyone want me to go out with this chick? She got brownie flavored nipples or something?” Jack asked while taking out his vape and taking a hit.

“It may have something to do with her younger sister…Bianca L/N…But I’ll pay you 50 bucks a date.” Trevor said as he smiled

Jack didn’t even care, money is what caught his attention, he couldn’t get a job because he was too focused on hockey, so getting money for taking out a girl, a girl he thought was kind of pretty, it was perfect.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but I want the money in advance. Now I’m gonna go try to ask this girl out while you sit here in uniform.” Jack said before taking another hit and walking out of the locker room with a mission on his mind.

“Hey girly.” Jack said as he approached Y/N who was at her locker grabbing her books for psych.

She looks towards him with an amused smile. She was wearing a white long sleeve top, a long blue skirt and black chunky sandals, her h/l h/c hair was let down with half of it up.

“Why hello?” she said looking at him with a slight smirk

“What are you doing pretty girl?” Jack said as he looked at her

“Trying to grab my notebook for psych as a certain white boy is pestering me.” she said as she finds her book and slams her locker closed

“Mm I wonder who that boy is.” Jack said as he smirked at her “Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?” he asked, using his charming white smile to grab her attention. “I’ll give you a hint.” she says as she pulls open her locker revealing a mirror and pointing it at Jack. Jack looks at her with a shocked but amused face..now this girl has caught his attention, he is still in it for the bet, but Y/N…she was starting to make this a bit more fun and exciting for him.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, drivers ed and summer assignments are driving me crazy...anyways heres the next chapter, the third chapter will be uploaded soon, thank you for reading sorry for the delay

[smoothsmut]

Meeting with Fate

Pairing: BangChan x reader

Genre: fluff

a/n: Hiiii everyone!!!! This is my first fanfiction. Don't have high expectations. At the same time, English is not my first language, so please excuse the grammatical errors! I hope you will enjoy it. Lots of kisses

Bang Chan had just spent another long day in the studio. Stray Kids is about to release their new album and he spent all his time perfecting the songs.

Even when the others had already gone home, he stayed behind to perfect the last details. The silence of the studio was broken only by the soft sound of the mixing desk.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door.

-Come in! -Chan shouted, looking up from behind the monitor for a moment. The door slowly opened and an unfamiliar face emerged. A young woman entered, somewhat shy but with a smile on her face.

-Ohm.. Hi My name is Y/N. I'm the new intern, and my manager sent me to help with some things in the studio.-she replied, carefully stepping inside. -"I didn't want to bother you, I just wanted to introduce myself."-

A wide smile spread across Chan's face. -Nice to meet you y/n! A little help is always good. Sit down and tell me how you can help.-

Y/n sat down in a chair and looked around at the equipment. She was impressed by the sight of monitors, speakers and mixing consoles. -Really, anything you need help with. I am happy to learn and help in anything.-

Chan nodded and showed him the project he was working on. -This is one of our new songs. There are still some details that need to be refined. Would you like to help me in it?-

Y/n nodded excitedly and moved closer. Chan explained the parts of the song to him in detail and showed him how to use the mixer. As they worked, Chan noticed that y/n was learning quickly and was soon able to help her on her own.

As the hours went by, Chan and y/n got more and more used to each other.He noticed that she was easy to work with and appreciated her energetic attitude.

That night when they finally finished work, Chan smiled at y/n. -It was great working with you, y/n. You are a very fast learner and you have helped me very well.- Y/n nodded with a smile. -Thank you Chan. I really enjoyed the whole day with you.-

-Do you feel like relaxing a little?- Chan asked. "I thimk we can sit down somewhere and talk for a bit to get to know each other better.-She got excited- Yes of course it's a great idea-

Chan and y/n walked down the stairs of the studio and went to a nearby cafe. They settled down at a table and started talking about their lives, interests and passion for music.

As the hours passed, the bond between Chan and y/n deepened and it seemed like a long friendship had begun between them.

[datvtranscripts]

The End of the Beginning Pt. 2

The Streets of Minrathous

Signs and Portents Masterpost Previous: A Missing Contact

Rook and Varric enter the streets of Minrathous. The Archon’s Palace floats overhead, with spotlights scanning the city.

Varric: The Archon’s Palace! Something must have gotten them riled up.

Rook: Should we be in more of a hurry to get out of here?

Varric: We don’t want to look conspicuous. Just get out of here, nice and casual, find Neve Gallus, and stop Solas.

They pass beggar by the stairs.

Vagabond: Spare a coin, please?

If the PC gives them coin: Vagabond: Andraste bless you.

They continue walking.

Rook: You think you can talk him down before he starts his ritual?

Varric: That ritual is going to tear down the Veil—the only thing separating us from the Fade and an endless number of demons. I have to talk him down.

They pass by a man loading a cart, waiting to be able to pass.

Resident: Go on, then.

The continue, but one of the spotlights from the palace stops nearby.

Tevinter Guard Announcer: (Amplifier) You there! Halt!

Citizen: Wait! But I didn’t do anything!

Varric and Rook duck around a corner.

Varric: get down!

Rook: Are they after us? Is it because of the bar?

Varric: Word travels fast in Minrathous.

The woman cowers on the ground.

Rook: We gotta help her.

Varric stops them.

Varric: We don’t have time to get arrested, especially if—

A large rift opens up in the sky over the Palace. People start to run.

Varric: Aw, crap.

Rook: We’re too late!

Varric: the ritual’s started. but if we hurry, we can still stop Solas before it finishes. Let’s go.

Varric takes off.

Varric: Harding’s this way. She’ll get us to Dumat Plaza, then Neve will get us to Solas.

Rook: Watch out!

Demons run across the road, causing destruction and killing people as they go.

Rook: Is Solas summoning demons on purpose?

Varric: My guess is the Veil is weakening, and they’re slipping through the cracks.

Rook: And when the Veil comes down completely?

They continue, and the bridge they were about to cross blows up. A huge demon emerges, but Varric pulls Rook out of the way.

Varric: Then the whole world is going to look a lot like this.

The palace begins to fire on the city, taking down the demon. Varric leads Rook down an alleyway.

Varric: Come on, this way! It should get us to Harding!

Rook leaps over a fence, and they find Harding protecting some civilians.

Resident: (Gasps in fear)

Harding shoots a demon that was flying at them.

Harding: You’re safe now. Get inside and lock the doors, quick as you can, okay?

Resident: Thank you, miss.

They run off as Varric and Rook approach.

Varric: Harding. You all right?

Harding: I’ve been doing what I can to help. The ritual must be weakening the veil. There are a lot of scared people out here.

Varric: And a lot of demons. Haven’t seen this many come through the Fade in years.

Harding: What about you two? Are you okay?

Dialogue options:

Affable: Never better. [1]

Afraid: A little shaky. [2]

Stoic: In a hurry. [3]

1 - Affable: Never better. Fought some demons, and the Archon’s palace took a few shots at us. Nothing we couldn’t handle. Varric: Speak for yourself. [4]

2 - Afraid: A little shaky. Rook: That was a lot of demons. The Archon’s palace was taking shots at us, too. Varric: Gets the blood pumping. Rook: Sure, lets go with that. [4]

3 - Stoic: In a hurry. Rook: We’re good—but we need to move. Varric: Agreed. Solas isn’t waiting, and neither should we. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Rook: have you got my gear?

Harding: Right over there.

She gestures to a bag and weapon.

Harding: Where’s Neve Gallus? Wasn’t she at the meeting point?

Rook: The Venatori got to her first. They grabbed her before we arrived and paid off the bar owner to keep it quiet.

Varric: I’m not surprised our detective did something to piss off a cult of murderous blood mages, but their timing stinks. The bar owner said the Venatori took Neve to Dumat Plaza. Could you get us there, Harding?

Origin dependent dialogue:

Shadow Dragon [5]

Non-Shadow Dragon [6]

5 - Shadow Dragon Harding: Rook, you’re with the Shadow Dragons. I figured you’d know Minrathous better than I do. Rook: Sure, but Minrathous is huge, and this is nowhere near my neighborhood. I can try… Harding: Don’t worry. Scouting’s my specialty. Follow me. [7]

6 - Non-Shadow Dragon Harding: Not a problem. I saw Dumat Plaza while I was scouting the area… and it was crawling with Venatori. Follow me. [7]

7 - Scene continues.

A rift opens over them, and Varric readies Bianca.

Varric: Eyes up! We’ve got company!

Harding: Demons! Here they come!

Next: Find Neve Gallus

[that-wildwolf]

Just in case this post somehow blows up and gets more than 15 notes, I just want to disclose that yes, I myself am (mostly) able-bodied now as I was back then. But like whatever because this isn't about me so who cares.

Anyway. When I was in high school, I was friends with this guy named Frank. That's not his real name but that doesn't matter. And maybe 'friends' is a strong word. He was in my class and he was really cool to talk to, but we've never been like super close or hung out outside school. I don't think he was especially close with anyone in particular, but he was on good terms with literally everybody. Like he had a great sense of humour and just had this like positive energy that's in painfully short supply when you're in high school. So everyone loved the guy. I mean, you couldn't not love him. He was genuinely radiating with positivity. Anyway Frank was disabled and used a wheelchair — and he wasn't just an ambulatory wheelchair user, either, he was fully paralysed from the chest down. Not to say that ambulatory wheelchair users don't deserve the same amenities, just... Yeah. Anyway our school was in this old building, ~100 years old at the time we were there. It had two levels and to get to the first floor you had to, obviously, walk up the stairs.

Our school also had a disabled elevator. It was this new thing in this old building — covered in glass and very modern for the time. So people like Frank had to take that elevator a few times a day to get to their classes on the first floor. But the elevator used power, which used money. And because school administration were so terrified students would use the elevator for non-emergencies (read: able-bodied students would take the disabled elevator), it was generally turned off and to turn it on and use it, you needed to go to the janitor and ask for the elevator key, which they only gave you if they deemed you disabled enough to warrant using that school elevator. So me and Frank are friends, right? And every now and then I take the elevator with him, and go to the janitor for that key with him. And he does this every damn day. Every day he comes in to school and goes like 'yup! still disabled!' and gets that stupid key because otherwise what? god forbid they leave that elevator turned on so their disabled students can use it without having to go halfway across the building to get the key for it. But you know, it was an important safety measure. To control the electricity consumption— I mean to make sure no able-bodied students used that elevator! which was only for emergencies and disabled people! Like that was a thing they were genuinely scared of: that people will use that elevator and it will be busy when an actual disabled person needs it.

But here's the thing. Aside from how fucking absurd that fear is, here's the thing. Our school had just one floor. Ground floor, first floor, nothing more. The most you had to climb was literally just one single flight of stairs. It took ten, maybe fifteen seconds if there was a lot of people in the hall. If you were in a hurry, it was probably like three or four seconds. The elevator, on the other hand, was very slow. Most of those disabled elevators are. I took it several times, with a friend who was disabled or when I sprained my ankle, and... It sucked. It was a pretty modern elevator, but it was painfully slow considering it was travelling the distance of just one single flight of stairs. And that's just it: this elevator was not appealing at all. If given the choice between the stairs or the elevator, everyone would choose the stairs. The only people who would actually use this elevator were the people who needed it. There was absolutely no reason to have it turned off under that stupid lock and key and make disabled students retrieve that key from the janitor every day. But the school did it anyway. Because otherwise they were risking losing some money. Or an able-bodied person using an elevator.

Anyway Frank is dead now. He was immunocompromised and when he got covid, that was pretty much it. We weren't super close, but he's buried at a cemetary that's near my house, so I come by every now and then. And I think of that stupid elevator at our high school. I think of how he had to go and get that damn key every single day for three years, of how much time and energy he wasted on that and how fucking stupid that whole rule was. Because it was cheaper to make a few disabled kids have to go and get that key every day than it would have been to keep the elevator on.

[potionsprefect]

The Big Christmas Game

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 799

Summary: 4 people, one job, can they do it?

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

Thank you @kyra75 for this prompt idea! This was so much fun to write!

“Mommy look how much snow there is outside!” Luke climbed onto the sofa and looked out the window.

“I can see. It looks like we won’t be going anywhere today.” Victoria smiled as she put her book down.

“But why? I want to go outside and play in it.” Luke said.

“Oh you can go outside and play. We just can’t go anywhere in the car as Daddy won’t be able to drive anywhere as it’s not safe.” Victoria replied.

“And Mommy always leaves the driving to Daddy when the weather is like this.” Ethan entered the living room.

“I want to build a snowman! There’s so much snow outside!” Lily ran into the living room.

“I think a snowman sounds like a great idea. But you’ll have to wrap up warm. It’s very cold outside.” Victoria said.

“That means lots and lots of layers to keep warm.” Ethan added.

Luke and Lily looked at each other. “Race to the top of the stairs?” Luke asked.

Lily sprinted off, Luke not far behind her as their little footsteps echoed up the stairs and throughout the downstairs.

“I think getting into work tomorrow is going to be difficult.” Victoria said.

Ethan laughed. “They’ll have to come with us and we’ll have to take the subway instead. It’s not all bad.”

“I know. But for now it looks like we’ve got a snowman to build.”

Victoria and Ethan headed up the stairs ready to get warm and head out into the snow.

Luke and Lily giggled as their feet crunched in the crisp, white snow, Jenner making them laugh even harder as he buried himself in the snow and then jumped out in front of them.

“I can’t even see the ground!” Lily said looking at her footprints.

“And it’s still snowing.” Luke smiled.

“That’s what winters in Massachusetts are like.” Victoria said.

“I like it!” Luke said.

“Are we ready to build this snowman?” Ethan said.

“Yes! What do we need to do?” Lily asked.

“Well first we need to gather as much snow as possible into a large ball. Do you think you can gather up some snow for us?” Victoria said.

Luke and Lily set off grabbing as much snow as their tiny hands would allow them whilst Ethan and Victoria were able to make a larger snow ball themselves.

“I’ve got some!” Lily said.

“I’ve got some too!” Luke grinned.

Victoria smiled at them. “Excellent. Why don’t you add them to the pile and Daddy can make it as big as possible.”

Luke and Lily did as Victoria said. The bottom half was quite large but impressive nonetheless. The next step was making two smaller ones to complete the body.

Luke and Lily were able to collect enough snow to complete the body and the family stood back and admired their work.

“What do we think?” Ethan said.

“It looks great! But he’s missing a face Daddy!”

“Well lucky for you, Mommy came prepared.” Ethan looked at Victoria.

Victoria headed inside and emerged a few minutes later with some coal, buttons and a carrot.

“Yay! Now he can be a happy snowman!” Luke said.

“What about some arms?” Lily said.

“We can use some sticks from the trees. Although it looks like Jenner found them first. You’ll have to get them off him.” Victoria laughed.

Lily walked over to Jenner who was playing with some sticks he had found. “Can I have the sticks please Jenner?” She asked. Jenner dropped them and looked up at her. “Thank you Jenner! You’re a good boy!”

“Well done for remembering your manners.” Victoria said.

Lily handed the sticks to her Mom. “Can I put them on?”

“Of course. Hand one to Luke and Daddy and I will lift you both up.” Victoria said.

Lily handed one to Luke and soon the snowman had two arms for sticks.

“Now we need to do his face!” Luke said.

Victoria handed Luke and Lily a coal each so that they could put the eyes on. The buttons were then added until all that was left was the carrot for the nose.

“Would you like to do the final honours?” Ethan said to Luke and Lily.

The twins nodded and Victoria and Ethan lifted them up, both of them holding onto the carrot and they placed it on their face, big smiles on their faces.

“Hooray! It looks so good!” Luke said.

“Thank you for making the snowman with us.” Lily said.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Victoria laughed.

“We should make it a tradition to build a snowman every year.” Ethan said.

“Sounds like a plan.” Victoria smiled.

The Ramsey family admired their efforts with a smile. Now they had a new tradition in place, one they couldn’t wait to fulfil every year.

Christmas is in full swing and the Ramsey family are spending their first Christmas as a family of four this year!

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[anomalousmancunt]

since the topic of the week seems to be accesibility, i want to mention some accesibility issues i've encountered that just... don't seem to be talked about.

so. my sense of direction sucks. that's something i've accepted - i can orient myself via landmarks, but that isn't always possible (both because sometimes there aren't any landmarks/ones i can easily remember, and because sometimes i need more specific directions; i could guide you through a forest, but sadly i am not a deer, so). it's equal parts the autism messing up my ability to navigate certain enviroments, and the brain fog making it so that sometimes i just. get lost. i also cannot walk for too long, nor can i stand up still too much.

as you may guess, getting lost is... kind of a big issue. some of my friends, who do not have these struggles and/or have them differently, are able to either orient themselves quicker or keep walking until they find a spot they know - this is a good solution for them! it's not doable for me, though. i also can't often ask for directions, because stress tends to cause me to lose speech (and pain, too - since standing/walking tends to be painful, well...).

this means that, say, even if i'm on a building fully accesible for my mobility issues (meaning elevators, scalators, etc*), if it isn't accesible for my navigation issues (like, say, it doesn't have maps easy to see, signs indicating where certain landmarks are, etc), then i cannot use the building. not alone, at least.

in an emergency, i'm fucked - not because i couldn't get to the exit/a safe spot physically, but because i wouldn't be able to know how to get there. and "following people" also isn't easy - crowds are so deeply overwhelming that most of the time i'm unable to follow them**, and i'm also slow at walking, so even being able to keep up with people isn't always possible (or likely).

places i've enjoyed going and considered accesible to these specific issues had big maps not too far from each other and clear signs indicating main landmarks (bathrooms, food courts, STAIRS i cannot thank the people in charge of the signage enough for marking where stairs/escalators/elevators are, etc). sadly at least where i live this isn't really common - a lot of the signage is small or unclear, there's like one map at most.

*i am not including ramps on this list because my mobility issues, and the fact that i don't use mobility aids, make it so they're sometimes harder for me to use - they're really important but this is a personal experience post.

**as in i will freeze and/or run on the other direction to avoid bad sensory input. during high stress situations and without someone as support i cannot stay in a crowd.

[hackedmotionsensors]

Thank you to the people who stopped by my booth this weekend at LACC!! I know I was a little down yesterday but I think I was just tired lol as you are when you've been subjected to light torture that is the LA Convention center LED overhead lights lol me the whole weekend "There are FOUR lights"

Anyway everyone who stopped by was absolutely lovely. Every now and then at cons you'll get someone really nasty or rude or a weird table neighbor but everyone was super chill and it was great.

however lmao

The con ITSELF what a NIGHTMARE lol I mean I've been to worse TBF. And they did provide us with table cloth, trashcans, a helper badge and an extra chair (a minimal request but some cons don't provide that).

But they also didn't have any designated exhibitor parking (not that unusual) but at LACC its 30$ a DAY. Then when we go to set up....the tables were not set up like a normal con. Normally cons put tables right next to each other in one long row and then you have a long open isle behind the tables OR the tables will be fairly close to each other but with a walkway behind and space to slide through on the sides of the table.

lol.....they put a bar with a curtain about two feet high in between EACH table. These are normally at the end to keep random people from going down the isles behind the tables. We were basically caged in at each table. There was no space for even a regular sized person but yknow I gots a lot of stuff in my wagon yknow? lmao But also to set up I have two big suitcases and a photo stand. Luckily the guys who were behind me were comic guys so they just had their big banners and didn't show up until like an hour before the con. But it was SO INCONVENIENT. But also...if I had some physical disability I wouldn't have been able to get behind the table! Even if it was just....being very plus sized or a broken ankle. Let alone if you had a wheel chair or crutches yknow? Plus having a METAL BAR with a curtain on it in between EACH table is a MASSIVE FIRE HAZARD. And by fire hazard I mean if there was ANY sort of emergency. A gun attack (bc security was...a mess lol), an earthquake (ITS FUCKING LA!!!???? HELLO!?!?), ANYTHING that would cause people to need to flee in a fast and orderly fashion we wouldn't be able to fucking GET OUT!

And then randomly on the last day the bars behind a few of the tables in my area were just...gone lol And I definitely tweeted about it being a fire hazard but I have no idea if they saw.

ANYWAY. The security thing was ALSO a joke. Bc on Friday set up started at 8 and I got there maybe around 830? 9? and I'd been there the whole day. I ran downstairs some time in the afternoon before the show started and suddenly there's a guy at the bottom of the stairs saying I have to go through the metal detectors.

I was ALREADY in the building......what??? So then I go through the metal detectors. Bc of course but also??? if I had anything I would have already done it??? And .....I VISIBLY DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING!?!?!? I was only carrying my keys. I don't have a glock strapped to my back lmao hello??? And then on Saturday I get there around the same time before opening but just barely bc again I'm trying to park in south parking which is just underneath where my table is and they made me go outside through security again. I was like....fine I guess but I'm already annoyed. Bc I tried to just bypass it lol Bc its fucking stupid like I'm an exhibitor. But they were so poorly managed they had EVERYONE walking out the same door so the regular visitors had to go THROUGH the industry and exhibitor security check. And then I had to go back all the way around to the front main steps (if you've been to AX its the dealers hall steps where everyone is cosplaying) and back around down to H hall where artist alley was. And I had a bag with me. So instead of me giving my bag to the bag check guy or having a separate one for people without exhibitor stuff they just had me walk through the metal detector anyway like dude I have a fucking ita bag on me~!!!!!!!!! Half of this stuff is METAL!!! And the same thing happened on Sunday except THAT check was moved to the front doors and EVERYONE had to go there. LIKE!?!??!? WHATS GOING ON LMAO. SO I tried to hand my bag to the bag check guy. I'm like its got metal in it? They're like no no just walk through. AND OF COURSE IT GOES OFF BC I TOLD THEM!!!!!! IT WAS METAL!!!!

And also during set up....they put artist alley near the back near the backdoors where there was a "beer garden" and food trucks and honestly the over priced quesadilla I had was really good but still....my poor wallet... But during set up as it got later in the day THE WIND started pouring in and knocked over a ton of set ups INCLUDING MY OWN. All my charms went flying bc my POS photo stand (I'm throwing it in the TRASH) fell over and all my prints were sliding around on the slide rails so I basically had to re-set up my entire display. So...thanks for that LACC as well.

AND THEN. On the last day LACC decided to not provide access to a freight elevator for artist alley. I'm not sure if the other end of the exhibit hall had to deal with this but since artist alley was down in the H Hall side of it there was ONE regular sized people elevator. And EVERYONE was trying to use it. We had to PAY to use the freight elevator. And the escalators which would have solved a lot of peoples problems who used suitcases like me....they were turned off the ENTIRE WEEKEND. They weren't even broken. They were just OFF. I guess they didn't want to pay for normal ass access to the floor. So the line to use the elevator was stretched from near the main entrance of dealers hall all the way down and back into H hall. And a bunch of us were like fuck it lets take the stairs but these are HEAVY cases of merchandise, prints, suitcases, photostands. ANOTHER massive ADA violation bc if someone has to wait that long just to use the elevator or try using the fucking stairs? Or if someone fell and hurt themselves taking their merch down??? The second suitcase when we got towards the bottom my leg almost gave out. I'm not like......super fit or in shape but I'm pretty sturdy but after a LONG THREE days of doing a convention I'm tired and hungry and frankly weak. Absolutely fuckin ridiculous.

This con was so fucking disorganized and a mess to attend. Like also I admittedly paid late but they still didn't tell me my table number until a few days before the con and they didn't TELL ME. They made me download THE FUCKING APP to get the information. Because they didn't put any of it on their website. None of the maps or artists lists were online unless you were like Scottie Young or one of the Hobbits lol

Will I do it again??? MMMMaybe????? Its a local con so its not like its hard to DO but its such a mess in terms of organization and the sales just aren't super hot bc yknow...lol its a local con??? and to be fair I had mostly vtuber stuff and not like....comic con stuff. But I'm getting better at my table display. I still need to make changes to get it perfect and I have to turn around and make merch for AI:LA as soon as possible TTnTT

I'm so tired OTL

[animakemecry]

Questionable Decisions

Chapter 1 - 3.4k words

Summary: Being a grad-school student with Connie and Jean as best friends is a lot of fun, but you find yourself in a precarious situation one night after Connie's friends Annie and Mikasa join you and the guys for drinks at the local bar.

Tags: Attack on Titan modern!AU, Attack on Titan college!AU, Annie x reader (kinda), Jean x reader, bisexual!reader, afab!reader

CW: NSFW, masturbation, drinking, alcohol

****Minors DNI****

It’s only 4 p.m. and you’re just barely able to keep your eyes open through your last lecture of the day. Finals week is approaching much more quickly than you anticipated and you’re behind on some major projects, but motivation is dwindling and procrastination keeps taking over. You’re past trying to focus on the lecture, so you pull out your phone to text your best friend Connie.

“I’m about to pass out in class right now, I’m so bored.”

“lol that sucks dude. did you wanna come over after you get out of class?”

“Yeah that sounds good. I need to work on my project proposal, but I can work on it while I’m there.”

“aight bet. idk what time Jean is gonna be back, but we could grab a drink when he gets home if you need a break.”

“A drink sounds pretty damn good right now.”

You zone back into your applied biostatistics class and try your best to focus on the material. You love neuroscience and you don’t regret choosing this major, but after grinding through the first two semesters of your master’s degree it’s taking every ounce of your willpower not to take a gap year. You start thinking about getting drinks with Connie and Jean later and the thought of Connie’s overconfident approach to flirting with girls at the bar makes you smile to yourself. Finally you hear your professor start to wrap up the lecture and you make a beeline for the door.

The walk up the stairs to Connie and Jean’s apartment feels extra long today. Maybe it’s just the mental exhaustion adding to the psychical fatigue. You hang out with Connie so much that he got tired of having to get up to let you in while he’s gaming online with his friend Bertholdt, so he just gave you your own key. You’ve never met Bertholdt since he moved across the country for college with his best friend Reiner, but Connie has told you all about them and how they begged Annie to go with them when they decided to move. You’ve only met Annie a few times, but you have a good sense of her vibe. She’s working on a master’s degree in kinesiology at the same university you attend so you see each other on campus sometimes. She usually seems pretty closed off, but you’ve seen her laughing with her friend Mikasa on campus and it’s like seeing a totally different person.

Once you walk inside the apartment Connie moves over to give you room on the couch and offers to get you a snack, but you’re so behind on your project that you accidentally cut him off to ask if you can use his kitchen table as a desk for a couple hours. You set up your laptop and textbooks and put on your headphones to block out the sounds of disapproval coming from Connie as he plays Overwatch. It felt like an eternity of checking your notes, cross-referencing, and meticulously typing out the appropriate methods when Jean finally walks through the door smiling over at you.

“Hey you.”

You instinctively roll your eyes at him. You know Jean well enough to know that he’s a natural flirt, but you can’t stop the slightest blush from appearing on your cheeks when he directs his flirtatious energy at you. Before you can reply to him Connie blurts out,

“Dude where have you been? I've been getting slaughtered in game without you.” 

“Sorry bro, one of my coworkers had an emergency and I had to cover the last couple of clients he had coming in. You guys wanna go get a drink?”

You immediately close your textbook and push your chair back from the table making Jean laugh.

“That bad huh? First round is on me then.”

“I appreciate it. Sorry you had to work late.”

“Nah it was nothing really. I’m just sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Yeah, you better be.”

Jean pretends he’s hurt by your sarcasm before going to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes. Connie asks if it would be okay if he invites Mikasa and Annie. You see no problem with that, in fact, you get a little excited at the idea of getting to know them both better.

Jean comes back out of his room in joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt with the Vans logo on it. You try to distract yourself from looking at the casual flex of his muscles as he stretches his arms up over his head. Connie decides he’d prefer to walk, so you guys set out for Sina on Tap. You listen to Connie tell Jean all about his plan to find a girlfriend tonight as you hold back the urge to poke fun at him. Once you get inside you see Mikasa and Annie at the bar throwing back a couple of shots and you can’t wait to have one yourself. You know you’ve been in need of a break and a good distraction from school, so you’re hoping you can let loose tonight. Mikasa sees you and the boys and she waves you over to her. Connie gives Annie a little half hug and asks her what they were drinking and then turns to Jean,

“Well Jean, you said first round on you right buddy? That’ll be 3 tequila shots, we’ve gotta catch up to them.”

Jean orders your shots for you and you take it back no problem with a swift bite into the slice of lime on the rim. You feel Annie’s eyes on you and you turn to try and start a conversation with her.

“So what made you want to go into kinesiology?”

“I originally picked it at random cause I thought the pay would be worth it, but at this point I actually find it really interesting. What about you? You’re in neuroscience right?”

“Yeah, I want to work on neurological solutions for hearing loss. I would be devastated if I wasn’t able to listen to music or hear my friend’s voices anymore.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty big goal. That’s cool.”

Annie talked to you for a while longer before Connie challenged her to a match of pool and Mikasa followed them over to the tables. You looked at Jean and joked that Connie pulled two girls instead of his usual zero and he chuckled. You guys just sat and sipped your beers for awhile before Jean asked you,

“So what do you think about Annie?”

“She’s cool, I still don’t really know her, but I feel like we could be friends.”

“Nice. I know that would make Connie happy.”

“I wanted to ask about that, do Connie and Annie have some kind of history? I saw the way he looked at her when we first walked in, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him initiate a hug.”

“Annie and Connie? Nah, no chance. She and Reiner were super close and Connie helped her through her depression after he and Bertholdt moved across the country. I know it was her choice to stay here, but I think it really hurt her to be left behind.”

“Damn, I can imagine so. I’m glad she has Connie then, and based on what I’m seeing right now I’m glad he has her too.”

You and Jean both look back over at the pool table where you see Connie attempting trickshots behind his back. You notice the way Mikasa is watching Annie laugh at Connie’s performance, and with some observation you start to understand their dynamic a little bit. You watch Mikasa’s eyes trail down Annie’s body taking in her tight black jeans and her oversized flannel. You see her eyes flit back up to Annie’s smile in an instant with adoration on her face. You turn back to Jean to confirm your suspicions,

“Are Mikasa and Annie…”

Jean cuts you off,

“Dating? I don’t think so. Mikasa has always seemed protective of Annie even though Annie can absolutely take care of herself. I don’t know if the attraction goes both ways though. I’ve never asked.”

You look back over at the scene unfolding in front of you and realize you’re a bit envious of Annie. You wish you had someone that looked at you with the level of care that Mikasa’s face is conveying. It’s been a couple of years since you’ve let anyone get close to you emotionally. Your mind trails off into thoughts about the last relationship you were in. A relationship that left you feeling like domestic life was a cage. It’s not that you wanted to date tons of people or sleep around, but you felt like you were constantly being told how to live your life and truthfully, your ex had some beliefs about traditional gender norms that became a major turn-off. Jean must have noticed that you were staring off into space cause when you snapped back to the present you heard him ask,

“Were you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught in my brain. What did you say?”

“I was just talking about how it always seemed like Annie had feelings for Reiner, but nevermind about that. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just some memories from the past.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay… you wanna drink about it?”

You laugh at Jean’s successful attempt to bring you back to earth. He flags the bartender over and orders you a couple more beers and another shot. You both throw your shots back with ease and decide to take your beers over to the pool table to join your friends. To everyone’s amusement Annie is showing Connie the right way to attempt a trickshot from behind the back. She sinks the 10 ball in the side pocket and smirks at Connie. Connie shrugs his shoulders trying to appear unimpressed, but you can see the boyish excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth. You watch as Connie and Annie finish their game with Annie easily pocketing all of the stripes in just a few turns. After she sinks the 8 ball she turns to ask who wants to face the winner and Jean jumps at the opportunity. You watch as Annie meticulously reracks the balls and lines up the cue. You notice the rings on her fingers, gemstones wrapped in delicate wire, dainty enough to appear feminine, but drawing enough attention to her hands to feel a bit sensual. You watch her shoot the breaking shot sinking the 3 ball. The raise of her eyebrows conveying careful consideration of what her next move will be. She sinks the 6, 2, and 5 balls before she just slightly misses her shot on the bright-yellow 1 ball. Jean observes the table with a fervent look in his eyes.

“Damn, you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“Why would I? Can’t keep up Kirschtein?”

You giggle in admiration of the confidence rolling off of Annie’s tongue. Jean looks over at you with a shocked look of betrayal on his face. He can be so dramatic when he gets competitive. 

“You’re rooting for her now!? I thought we were friends.”

You roll your eyes at him and smirk at Annie.

“Can’t argue with talent, and from what I’ve seen Annie is the most talented player in the room tonight.”

Annie gives you a shy smile and you can’t tell if it’s the low lighting playing tricks on your eyes or if a light blush really did just spread over her freckled cheeks. You realize it must be the latter when you notice Mikasa glaring at you from behind her beer bottle as she takes a long sip. There’s a fluttering in your stomach that you can’t ignore as you realize the guys are looking back and forth between you and Mikasa trying to assess what just happened. Jean breaks the tension by lining up to take his first shot on the table. He sinks the 11 ball and just barely misses the corner pocket with his following shot. Annie lines up her next shot and makes quick work of the 1, and 4 balls before she asks Connie to grab her another beer from the bar. By the time Connie comes back Jean has managed to sink three shots before missing the fourth. He walks around the edge of the table to where you’re standing and leans into your ear to ask you what the hell you’re thinking by flirting with Annie like that. You tell him you didn’t mean for it to come across flirtatiously. Truthfully though, you have always thought Annie was beautiful. You start mulling over all the times you’ve seen her around campus in her doc martins and her layered crystal necklaces. Always listening to music with her bulky headphones on over her sleek blonde hair pulled back in an effortless bun. You feel a tension pooling inside of you and you don’t dare look over at Annie or Mikasa for fear that they might see your thoughts written on your face. This is the first time you’ve ever consciously considered Annie in this way and you get flustered by the flood of thoughts rushing to your head. Connie’s hand on your shoulder startles you enough to shift your focus and you see that he’s gotten you another beer. You must’ve had at least five beers and two shots by now, and you can feel the warmth coming over your body as the alcohol affects your senses. The game wraps up nicely with Annie sinking the 8 ball as effortlessly as breathing, and Jean and Mikasa make their way to close their tabs at the bar. Jean walks back over to you and Connie to ask if you’re ready to go.

“Yeah I’m ready, you didn’t have to pay the full tab though. I thought you were just buying the first round.”

“It’s no problem. You and Connie can split the next one for me.”

“Deal.”

You say bye to Annie and Mikasa taking note of the tension on Mikasa’s face when you address her. You realize this might become an issue, but the alcohol has caught up to you at this point and you decide to pocket that thought for another time. As you walk back to Connie and Jean’s apartment with them you decide you don’t want to call an uber to take you home, so you ask them if it’s okay if you crash on their couch.

“You know you don’t need to ask us. You’re always welcome at our place,” Connie says lightheartedly.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed at their place overnight. There have been several instances when you haven’t had the energy to drive home after a late night study session, or haven’t wanted to spend the money on an uber. You’re always grateful that the guys let you stay whenever you need to, and you always keep an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack. You walk up the stairs following Connie’s lead and make your way into the apartment. Connie asks you if you’d like to take a shower and offers up his bathroom to you. As much as you would like to feel refreshed before bed you don’t have anything to sleep in except the shirt you’re already wearing.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in if I shower; the only clothes I’ve got in my backpack are jeans and a crop top.”

Jean mocks your unpreparedness and offers you one of his t-shirts for the night. You kindly accept his offer and tell Connie that he can shower first if he wants to. Connie obliges and makes his way down the hall to his room and bathroom. You sit opposite Jean on the couch and he asks you if you want to watch a show while you wait for the shower. He puts on a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and asks if you want anything to drink. While he’s in the kitchen getting you a water bottle your mind starts to linger back on the thought of Annie blushing at your compliment. The thought of her beautiful freckled cheeks blushing just for you forces a sheepish smile to your lips. Before you can catch yourself Jean comes back into the room,

“What are you smiling about?”

“Oh, um, nothing. I think the tequila is making me loopy.”

“Since when are you a lightweight?”

“Since tonight I guess.”

It’s a horrible cover up for your real thoughts, but it’ll do for now. Connie comes back into the living room shortly after and tells you that his bathroom is all yours. You ask Jean to get you one of his t-shirts like he said, and he tells you to go pick one out for yourself. You go into his room and open his closet door to look for the softest shirt you can find. It’s a black shirt with the Guns and Roses logo on it. You walk back into the living room and ask him if that one is okay. He says it’s fine, so you walk down the hall to Connie’s bathroom to take your shower. Once you step in under the hot water you realize how wet you are. You can’t believe the thought of Annie got you this aroused, after all you barely know her. Your hand dances around your clit for a moment while thinking of her. You feel a need growing inside of you and you slowly slip two of your fingers inside your slit hoping you can take care of yourself before going back out into the living room. You move your fingers in and out of yourself at just the right pace and feel the pressure in your body building. You curl your fingers up into the spot that will send you over the edge. You come thinking about Annie’s cute little face underneath your pussy. After riding out your orgasm, you realize you’ve been in the shower longer than need be, so you wash yourself off quickly and hop out of the shower as fast as possible to avoid suspicion. You wrap yourself up in a towel and brush your teeth. You feel the warmth left over from your orgasm in your legs and it makes your pussy start to ache with need. You know you can’t do anything about it since you’ve already been in the bathroom much longer than you should’ve been, so you decide you’ll take care of it once the guys are asleep. You throw on Jean’s t-shirt and pause a moment to take in the distinct smell of him that lingers on it. You’ve never noticed Jean’s natural scent before, but now that you’re enveloped in his t-shirt you can’t help but take it all in. When you walk back into the living room Jean and Connie are both gone. You hear Jean’s shower running and assume Connie went to bed. You see the folded blankets they left for you, and you go to work making the couch into a bed. Once you’ve laid down you realize how warm your body is. You can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol, the arousal, or both. You start to move your hand towards your clit when you hear Jean’s shower turn off. A few minutes later he comes into the living room to ask you if you need anything else for the night. You tell him you’re all set, and he tells you goodnight. Once he closes his door you let your hands wander to your breasts, pinching your nipples and massaging them with greed. One of your hands instinctively travels down to your clit where you start rubbing small circles making yourself squirm underneath your own touch. You inch your fingers further down into the pool of warmth forming between your legs. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. You start fucking your pussy with your fingers, doing your best to suppress a moan as your back arches up from the couch. Your free hand is groping your breasts as you feel yourself spasming around your fingers. You move your free hand to your clit and start rubbing it delicately to avoid overstimulation. Your body is on fire with an aching need as you slam your eyes shut imagining Annie kissing down your body and sucking on your breasts. Your fingers are curling inside you and your body is spasming in response numbing all your senses. You open your eyes and freeze when you see Jean staring at you by his bedroom door, shocked.

chapter 2

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x teen!reader - weight of the world

Part 4:

A/N: italics will be Dovah

For the most part, ignoring the oncoming storm was going alright, the headphones help a lot, and while focusing on your work you didn’t have much chance to look up at the window.

But there was only so long you were going to be able to ignore it for, because when it came closer, the lightening flashed through the window.

You paused your writing, lifting your gaze to look through the window only to find Mr Evershed had closed the blinds.

You turned to him and he gave you a reassuring smile, and you went back to your workbook.

The thunder was getting closer to the point where it was almost directly over the building, and you couldn’t use your music to drown out the noise.

A large crack of thunder made you snap your head up, and you looked to the window.

“Come to the window…”

You furrowed your brows, glancing at Mr Evershed who didn’t seem to hear the whispering voice.

It just kept repeating go to the window, over and over again.

Slowly standing up, you walked over to the window, grabbing the string for the blinds, and you pulled it down so you could open them.

“(Y/N)?” Mr Evershed asked.

You slowly pulled your headphones down around your neck, eyes scanning over the scenery.

“Keep looking…”

You knew that what you were looking for you wouldn’t find there, so you spun around, making your way to the door.

“(Y/N)!” Mr Evershed called.

You ignored him, jogging down the hallway, looking through all the windows that you passed, trying to find the right one.

Students were all whispering as they went down one part of the hallway, and you watched them.

“Why are you all out of lesson?” Mr Evershed snapped slightly.

“There’s something over there sir!” Someone called.

You looked to where they were pointing and you ran towards the stairs, climbing them two at a time.

All the students up here were out of their lessons as well and you couldn’t get to the window.

“Come out Dovahkiin…”

Spinning around you ran back down the stairs, pushing your way past the students who shouted in annoyance at you.

You pushed past some teachers who were stood by the open fire door, and you stuffed your hands in your pockets.

“Finally you arrive…”

You stared at the red eyes that were staring back at you through the heavy rain, and you could make out the faint outline of the dragon.

“Your end grows near… I can taste your death….”

You didn’t reply to him, you just stayed staring at him while the teachers were ushering everybody away to safety.

“(Y/N)!” Mr Evershed called gently.

Tim turned to look at you where you were fixated on the drgaon outside who was taunting you.

“(Y/N) we need to go…” Tim whispered.

“He’s not real.” You said.

“We can’t take that chance, we need to go and hide.” Mr Evershed said.

You shook your head.

“No we don’t. It’s not real sir.”

“(Y/N)!” He whisper yelled.

You didn’t take your eyes from the dragon who was still stood there staring at you.

“We always receive an emergency broadcast whenever there’s a danger like a dragon nearby. We don’t have one.”

“Maybe they haven’t had a chance, but we need to go!”

Mr Evershed placed his hand on your shoulder and Tim did the same thing.

“It’s an illusion. A trick through the rain.”

Tim furrowed his brows a little bit, and he looked out in the rain, then back to you.

“You’re sure?”

“Oh come on, they always attack. So why isn’t he? They don’t play games, this school would’ve been burnt down by now.”

Tim sighed.

“Alright, maybe it’s fake, but we still need to go and hide with all the others.”

You looked up at him and he smiled softly at you, giving your shoulder a small squeeze.

“Come on, it’s alright…” he whispered.

You slowly nodded your head, turning around so you could go down the hallway with them both.

Tim closed the fire escape, and he jogged to your side, placing his hand back on your shoulder to try and reassure him.

You could still hear the taunts of the dragon outside, but you knew it was real, it wasn’t going to be able to hurt you or anybody here.

You were lead into the main hall with everybody else, and you sat by the main doors, resting your head on your knees, covering your ears as the taunting carried on.

You covered your ears, trying to block out the sound.

Tim knelt down next to you, taking your headphones and he gently nudged your arms, making you move them so he could put the headphones over your ears.

He then covered your headphones with his hands, trying to help aid in blocking the voice.

He could hear it as well, the taunting and the mocking of you.

Mr Evershed had been walking around, checking on everybody, and he walked over, crouching down next to Tim.

“They aren’t feeling well.” Tim said.

Mr Evershed nodded his head, sighing softly as he looked at you.

“When this is over we’ll have them stay in the office, see if that helps any.”

Tim nodded his head, noticing that the taunting had stopped, and you must have noticed as well because you sat up a little.

Mr Evershed smiled at you.

“We’ll give it a few more minutes then we’ll go have a look.”

“I’ll go.” Tim said.

He got up, and you watched him nervously as he left the hall.

Mr Evershed sat down next to you, and you pulled your headphones down slightly.

“I heard you’re not feeling well.” He said.

“Just a headache, thunder and all that.”

He nodded his head.

“We’ll get you some water once it’s safe to leave, have you eaten today?”

“Yes. I had breakfast at around five.”

“What on earth were you doing up that early?” He asked.

“I just couldn’t sleep, I usually wake up early anyway, feed the animals and stuff.”

He smiled a little bit.

“Yeah? Do you enjoy it?”

“I find it rather peaceful, yes.”

Mr Evershed chuckled a little bit at you.

“I’m going to take it as that means you do enjoy it. You like baking too right?”

“Most things I eat are hand prepared yes, I grow what I can and if I can’t grow it I go to the nearby village. The recipes have been passed down from hundreds of years ago.”

“I see, what’s your favourite thing to make?”

You thought for a moment.

“Bread. It’s rather simple, but you can do a lot more with bread than people think.”

He hummed a little bit.

“You know I’ve seen things about people changing the colour of bread with dyes.”

“Yes you can do that as well, I prefer natural ways of doing that though, plants.”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket to look at the time, and you frowned heavily.

“He’s been longer than he should have.”

You pushed yourself up, making your way to the main door.

“(Y/N)!”

Mr Evershed jogged after you, and you looked in a few classrooms as you passed by.

“He should have been back by now.”

“It’s only been a few minutes, I’m sure he just got distracted by something.”

You glanced up at Mr Evershed, waiting for him to catch up with you as you both made your way to the far end of the school.

“He’s my brother, I have to make sure he’s alright.”

“I know that, but that doesn’t mean you can run off any chance you get.” Mr Evershed said.

You just gave him a shrug.

You carried on walking but you stopped when a flash went around the hallway, and you turned to the window.

That wasn’t lightening, that was a completely different flash, something else.

You looked out the window, and you could faintly see the flashed, over and over again, and you tore the headphones from around your neck, tossing them aside.

Running to the nearest exit, you slammed the door open and ran into the rain, purple orb in your hand as you summoned your sword.

“Leave him alone!”

You jumped in front of Tim, and you swung your sword, delivering a blow straight to the chest of the attacker, and you pushed it straight through their heart.

They stumbled back a little but, and you let go, watching as they fell to the ground.

“Are you alright?”

You turned around, Tim wasn’t there, he was laid on the floor, hand covering his side and you dropped down.

“I’ve got you…” you whispered.

You held your hand over his chest, trying to heal his wound for him.

“Come on… I know it has to work… I know you can help!”

You poured even more magic into it, rummaging through the pockets of his blazer to try and find any of the bottles he kept in the for you but you couldn’t.

“Hey… hey…”

Tim brought his hand up, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

“It’s okay…”

You looked at him, shaking your head.

“It’s not okay!”

Tim sat up, letting out a groan of pain, and you looked at him, and he smiled gently at you.

“Even if you wanted to help you can’t… the poison.. we don’t have the ingredients anymore to make a cure for it…”

He slowly pushed himself up, walking over to his attacker and he looked at them, kneeling down he went through their pockets.

He pulled out some paper, handing it to you which you hid in your blazer pocket, and he pointed to the robes.

“Necromancer.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Dead anyway.” You said.

Tim placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on.”

You followed behind him, hand on his back as you carried on trying to heal him, up until you found Mr Evershed running towards you both.

“Is everything okay?!” He asked.

“Necromancer, he’s been dealt with, but you need to inform the authorities and shut down the school for the day.” Tim said.

“Right, both of you to my office, I’ll come meet you both there.”

You both nodded, making your way inside and to the office.

You sat Tim down against the wall, and you crouched next to him, placing your hand over his chest, trying to heal him once more.

He sighed softly.

“It’s not going to work kiddo…” he whispered.

“It has to work.” You snapped.

“You know how poisons work, without the antidote even your healing spells are useless.”

“No!”

You clenched your jaw, still trying to heal him and he sighed heavily, resting his head against the wall.

You could see the black lines crawling up his neck, and that was the first indicator that it was already too late.

The poison was spreading too quickly, you wouldn’t be able to stop it.

You sat down in front of him, and he held his hands out for you, so you placed your hands in his.

He smiled gently at you, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

“We both know that for people like us life is short (Y/N)…”

“I can’t do this without you…”

“You can, okay? You can, because this is who you are. You are the dragonborn, you are the one who’s going to save this world, you have the soul and heart of a dragon, you’re as strong as one too. You don’t need me.”

You shook your head.

“I do need you… I need you… I’ve always needed you…”

He smiled sadly, holding out his arms.

You shuffled over, pulling him into a hug, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re going to be okay… I know you are…”

“Don’t go…”

“I’m so sorry I have to leave you so early…”

You held him a little tighter, and he smiled.

“Don’t let go…” you whispered.

“I won’t…”

You slowly nodded your head, staring at the wall.

Neither of you said anything else, you both just sat there in a tight embrace, holding one another until his hands began to fall, his head hit your shoulder.

You clenched your jaw, holding him even tighter.

You didn’t need any shouts or spells to know it was over, that he had passed on.

You slowly pulled back, placing your hand in the back of his head as you laid him down, putting him on his back.

You sat next to his head, holding his hand tightly in yours, silent tears falling from your eyes as you stared at him.

“I love you…” you whispered.

You didn’t know how long you were sat there for, but you did hear the door open.

“They’re on their way, they’ll need statements from you both.”

Mr Evershed closed the door and he turned around, dropping his jacket before he could even get the chance to hang it up.

“(Y/N)? Tim?”

He rushed over, going to place a hand on the side of the mans face and you pushed his hand away.

“(Y/N) I need to help him.”

You didn’t reply, you just sat there still staring.

“(Y/N), come here…” he whispered.

You didn’t move, you didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he was even there, and he pulled his phone out to call emergency services.

The whole time he was staring at you, every so often trying to get a reaction out of you but you gave him nothing.

Everybody came all at once, the coroner tried to take Tim away from you but you refused to let them anywhere near him, you had him held tightly against you, holding him closely.

“We need to take him away love…” the woman whispered.

You shook your head.

“(Y/N) please let him go, let them take him, you’ll be able to see him again.” Mr Evershed said gently.

You turned to him, tears still falling down your face.

“They’ll him away from me…”

“They’ll give him back, and we’ll give him a proper burial, okay? Somewhere nice, but you need to let him go.”

Mr Evershed reached out and he held his hand out to you.

“If you don’t release him we will have to use force.” An officer said.

“You can’t do that!” Mr Evershed said.

“We can and we will!”

Two officers walked over, and they grabbed your arms despite your fighting them.

You couldn’t use your powers on ordinary people, so there was nothing you could do.

They easily over powered you, and you jumped up, trying to run after them, but you were held back by a different officer.

“No!”

“You’ll be able to see him soon.”

The officer let you go, and you ran out of reception to try and beat them to the car, but they were already out of the gates.

You balled your hands into fists, trying to contain your emotions, slowly sinking to your knees.

Mr Evershed rushed to your side, placing a hand on your back.

“Let’s get you home…”

You snapped your gaze to him.

“No. Take me to him.”

He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll take you there, come on.”

Mr Evershed was there every step of the way, taking care of any and all paperwork for you, helping you organise a small funeral procession for Tim in the village.

You had some time off, but he came by daily to check in on you, make sure you were taking care of yourself and bringing you whatever you needed