#like no dears the doubles are all as good and as terrible as each other

[delurkr]

People who think John is "better" than James or Angela is "worse" than Anne might have to, I don't know, go sit in a corner and have a good think until they can come back with better opinions

[feline-evil]

Never gonna be over how unutterably pathetic and in dire need of ANY kind of companionship or friendship that doesn't revolve around their band the entirety of dethklok are. I love these horrible idiots who are so devoid of any real connections outside of themselves that they will latch onto anyone unfortunate enough to get too close to any one of them! And GOD help anyone they latch onto!!

[fics-and-quotes-andthelike]

A Dance in Death

Title: A Dance in Death

Pairing: Alastor x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3,927

In which Alastor takes the reader out to Mimzy’s club. Things go sideways much too soon, but the Radio Demon is quick to make amends.

A/N: Part 2 of sorts to my Never and Always series. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Mimzy’s speakeasy was most known for three things. 

One, it was known for its captivating acts and performances. Demons and sinners from all around Pentagram City had heard stories and whispers about what could be experienced there. Two, it was known for being one of the most lively and entertaining places on this side of Hell. And three, it was known for being on the wrong side of town, making it the perfect place for no-good demons to spend their time and even do discrete business, so long as they paid their dues to Mimzy, of course.

That last point probably should have kept you away from this place. But you couldn’t help but feel safe knowing that you had come on the arm of the Radio Demon himself. After all, who would dare approach you with Alastor around?

Nobody, as it turned out. You and Alastor had been sitting in a corner booth for almost an hour now, and nobody had dared to come within ten feet of you, save for one unfortunate server who had graciously provided you both with your drinks before scurrying off and hiding, not coming back even once.

And although you enjoyed any time that you got to spend alone with Alastor, you couldn’t help but notice that the two of you were both on edge that night. 

You, on one hand, simply wanted to dance. It wasn’t often that you were able to go to bars or speakeasies, and you would have loved nothing more than to lead the demon across from you on to the dancefloor. But you knew better than that. Alastor’s interest in you came with limits that you hadn’t yet discovered, but you’d be double-damned if you were going to find them out tonight.

Although you had to admit, as you gazed out longingly at the dancing demons on the floor, that you wouldn’t mind at least trying to share a drink and a conversation with your partner. But that wouldn’t happen until Mimzy finally decided to saunter over to your table.

Which led you to the reason for Alastor’s impatience.

The whole reason that he had invited you out tonight was because Mimzy had requested an audience with him at her place of business. To discuss what, you weren’t sure, but you knew that the Radio Demon hated to be kept waiting. 

His impatience was starting to become evident, though it was likely that nobody around you noticed anything amiss. You, however, had become well versed in reading Alastor’s silent cues.

He had yet to touch his drink, though his clawed hand was firmly wrapped around the glass. He was surveying the building with apparent disinterest, but you could see the way that his sharp gaze roamed over each and every other demon and sinner present. You could see tension in the corners of his ever present smile, even though his eyes were hooded in an expression of mild boredom.

As you downed the last drops of your drink, you risked a glance over to Alastor once again. You had wanted to strike up a conversation since you had stepped foot through the door, but hadn’t wanted to distract him from his thoughts. But when his grip around the glass tightened once again, your internal war finally ended. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to have him suddenly lose his composure and bring the whole place to the ground.

You cleared your throat lightly as you placed your glass back down on the table. You received Alastor’s attention immediately, his eyes darting over to yours. “Yes, my dear?”

You smiled back at him. “Mimzy has a lot of nerve hyping this place up when it has such terrible customer service, doesn’t she?”

With no small amount of satisfaction, you noticed Alastor’s smile ease into something that almost resembled kind amusement. “Indeed,” Alastor hummed. “Though I must say, her choice in song is quite enjoyable.”

You shrugged, looking back at the dance floor. “It’s fine to dance to, I suppose. Not so much fun when you’re stuck sitting and waiting for someone to show up.”

There was no response. You returned your gaze to Alastor to see him looking at you almost curiously. “I wasn’t aware that you were one for dancing, my dear.”

A laugh bubbled up and pushed its way through your lips before you could stop it. You pressed your fingers to your lips to try and conceal it as Alastor tilted his head at you in confused interest.

At the sound of your laughter, his shadow suddenly perked up, quickly making its way over and sitting beside you.

When your giggle had finally subsided, you opened your mouth to respond to Alastor’s comment. It wasn’t completely his fault that he knew so little about your past life, after all, but you hadn’t expected that he, of all people, would make such blatant assumptions.

Before you could get a word out, though, the shadow placed a clawed hand under your chin, tilting your head to face it. Its fingers wandered until they reached the base of your throat before gently clawing their way back up, almost as if trying to coax another laugh out of you through touch alone.

It was so much more intimate than you had thought Alastor was capable of.

But then Alastor waved a hand in the air, summoning his shadow back to his side. It obeyed almost immediately, caressing your throat once more before melting back into the floor and returning to its rightful place. 

You cleared your throat again, this time in an attempt to fight the red spots on your cheeks. Not that their presence had escaped Alastor’s notice. His smile had widened dramatically, though thankfully, he chose not to comment on the interaction, instead waiting for a response to his earlier comment.

“I do dance,” you finally replied, looking back up at the Overlord. “I used to dance plenty before…well, you know,” you said with a small grin. “I died.”

Alastor waved away your comment with a flourish. “Ah, yes, I do see how such a thing could impede on your abilities for a moment. Though, if I’m not mistaken, you now have two perfectly functioning legs.”

“But I haven’t been to a club since before I died. And there’s not much opportunity to show off my moves at the hotel,” you replied with a shrug. You tilted your head at the demon. “And you? Do you dance?”

The Overlord smiled wistfully. “Oh yes, I was quite known for my dancing abilities back in the land of the living.”

“I thought you were known for being a mass murdering radio host.”

Alastor shrugged, giving you a devious grin. “I’ve always been multitalented, my dear.”

You laughed again, this time trying to ignore the eager look you received from both Alastor and his shadow.

“You know,” you said slyly once you had calmed yourself, looking down at your empty glass. “I wouldn’t mind brushing up on my skills tonight after your meeting.” You looked up innocently, meeting Alastor’s eyes. “If you haven’t lost your impeccable skills, that is.”

The demon’s eyes flashed. “Careful, mon chere. I-”

“Alastor! How’re you doing, doll?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of the new voice. You stared as a short, blonde woman made her way across the floor, arms raised in welcome and a broad smile on her face. 

Alastor, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all bothered as he greeted the woman. “Mimzy, dear,” he drawled, turning away from you. His smile stretched unnaturally. “You are extraordinarily late.”

The woman- Mimzy- waved her hand in indifference. “I’m busy running a business, Al, you know how it is. Can’t eva get anyone to do what you want without a bit of prodding.”

Her gaze slid over to you, eyes widening as her smile grew. “Say, Alastor, did you bring me a new toy?” Her eyes roamed over you slowly. “She’s a little dull, but I can spruce her right up.”

You suddenly felt very exposed.

You recoiled slightly, attempting to keep your movements unnoticeable as you pressed yourself further into the booth to get away from the Mimzy’s prying eyes. 

You tried not to notice the way that other demons and sinners had begun to glance over at the sudden appearance of the bar’s owner. They aren’t looking at you, you told yourself. But you couldn’t help but take in Mimzy’s confident appearance and attitude, coupled with Alastor’s calm poise. You could see how the Mimzy could have mistaken you for one of Alastor’s wayward souls.

Almost as if it could sense your discomfort, Alastor’s shadow suddenly reared up and placed itself directly in front of you, blocking you from Mimzy’s line of sight. 

“Unfortunately, Mimzy dear,” Alastor said from opposite you, though he avoided looking in your direction. “Charlie has grown quite attached to her little friend, and I doubt she would be thrilled to discover that I had allowed her to become a part of your…”

“Productions,” you piped up. Alastor’s shadow looked back at you in delight before shifting through the air to sit beside you once again.

“Precisely,” Alastor said.

Mimzy only shrugged, giving you a wink. “Well, I’m here if you change your mind, hun.” 

She turned back to Alastor. “Let’s you and me talk for a bit, huh? I know this sorta thing ain’t really your cup of tea. I’ve got a room in the back that we can use. Your little doll will be alright on her own for a while, won’t she?”

At her words, Alastor finally turned to face you once again, his eyes roaming over your face for only a moment before he stood. “Of course. I never would have brought her otherwise.”

With that, he made to follow Mimzy without so much as a glance back in your direction. A move that he had made on purpose, you were sure. After all, it simply wouldn’t do to have others believe that the Radio Demon actually cared for someone.

Even so, you couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment as the two sinners walked away. From beside you, in the dim light that the club so generously provided, Alastor’s shadow placed its hand on yours comfortingly. You turned to face it with a smile. “At least I still have you.”

The shadow grinned, using its other hand to gently cradle your cheek, pulling you closer until your foreheads met. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling as your heart grew light. The shadow might not have been Alastor himself, but you had learned enough to know that it was heavily influenced by Alastor’s own thoughts, feelings, and commands. This was as close to affectionate that he would ever be with you.

Suddenly, the shadow’s touch left you.

You opened your eyes to see that it was nowhere to be seen.

“My, my,” a voice said from behind you. You jerked forward in surprise, spinning around to see a tall, winged imp casually leaning against the booth. He definitely hadn’t been in the building a few minutes ago, you noted. 

The imp leaned forward. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

You flushed, glancing around to see if you could catch a glimpse of Alastor’s shadow. But it was as if it had never been beside you in the first place. Which would explain why the imp had decided to approach you at all. Nobody would have dared spoken to you if they knew that you were here with an Overlord.

You opened your mouth to tell him as much before you caught yourself, clamping your mouth shut. No matter how well Alastor’s conversation went with Mimzy, it was likely that he never would have danced with you anyway. There were too many eyes and ears here for him to let his guard down.

“You here alone?” the imp asked, trying his luck once more.

You fixed a smile on your face. If this was your only chance to dance, you were sure as Hell going to take it.

You stood, extending your hand in greeting. “Would you like to dance?”

The imp’s flirtatious smile changed to one of intrigue. “Straight to the point. I like it.”

You wiggled your fingers. “Are we going to dance, or what?”

The imp grinned, taking your hand and leading you on to the dance floor. 

Sure, it wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for when you and Alastor had come to Mimzy’s club, but you figured that it would at least be a decent substitute for something that you would never be able to have.

You felt your smile slipping as the pair of you began to move to the music. 

You hated moments like these, when you realized that no matter what you did or how you felt, you would never be able to show your feelings for Alastor in public. It wasn’t just the fact that he disliked physical touch, which you had never faulted him for. It was the fact that as one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords, he felt the overwhelming need to keep up an appearance. One that did not, unfortunately, include you.

A gentle touch snapped you back to reality. “You alright?” the imp asked.

No, you weren’t. But you weren’t going to let that stop you from dancing.

You nodded, taking the imp’s hand in yours as you began to move to the music once again. “I’m fine.” You smirked. “Now, show me what you’ve got.”

~~~

If you were to later ask anyone at Mimzy’s speakeasy what had happened that night, you would probably receive a whole mix of stories.

Some would say that the Radio Demon had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his antlers growing and his bones cracking as he laid waste to the bar, presumably for fun or out of an unjust anger.

Others would say that he had come to seek some sort of revenge on a winged imp that had been spotted dancing before he suddenly disappeared, not to be seen again.

One specific witness, who shall remain nameless, would say that she had been speaking to an old friend about a business opportunity that he had foolishly taken no interest in. As she was speaking, a shadow had entered the room, whispering in its owner's ear. Her old friend had walked away from her, re-entering her bar, where he was met with the view of an imp dancing with the very woman that he had brought here in the first place.

The witness hadn’t even had time to blink before her friend had taken on his true demon form, batting people aside as if they were only flies before promptly picking up the imp dancing with the woman and melting into the shadows with him.

When her friend returned, he refused to say what he had done with the poor imp, though the witness had no trouble making a few assumptions. He had walked over to the women, gently taken her hand, and gave the witness a clipped farewell before vanishing with the women into the shadows.

It was a brutal display, even for the Radio Demon. If the witness had to guess, she would assume that perhaps the woman had something to do with the whole debacle.

Not that she would ever say so to anyone else, of course. She knew better. 

You, however, had no trouble saying straight to Alastor’s face what you believed had happened. 

“We were dancing, Al. It was harmless. If I’d needed your help, you would have known.”

“You would never have summoned me if he was threatening you, my dear.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. The two of you had been going back and forth like this ever since he had so graciously brought you back to the hotel from Mimzy’s bar.

You lifted your head and took a breath before continuing. “If he was threatening me, we probably wouldn’t have been just dancing.”

Alastor’s eyes flashed dangerously, his shadow rearing up and scowling in disgust. 

You whirled around and pointed at the shadow. “And you. You went and told him that something bad was happening, didn’t you? You are a liar and a rat, my friend.”

At your words, the shadow suddenly shrank down in size and hid behind its owner, almost as if trying to avoid your accusatory glare.

Alastor, on the other hand, didn’t break eye contact. “He only meant to protect you, my dear, the way he was instructed to.”

“What did you think I would need protecting from, exactly? I can’t exactly die again, can I?”

“There are things far worse than a second death, my dear,” Alastor said with false sweetness.

He was right, you knew. You had almost been subjected to such a thing after your death, when you had sold your soul to the Vees. You still weren’t sure exactly how it had happened, but Alastor himself had found out about you and somehow saved you from a life of imprisonment and torture. 

Not everyone was as lucky as you were.

But that wasn’t why you were upset. 

As soon as Alastor had saved you from the Vees, you had been determined to help him even a fraction of the way that he had helped you. You owed him so much more than that, you knew, but it was the only thing that you could give. And so, from that moment forward, you had tried your very best to become a solid and stable presence for Alastor, unmoving in your trust in him and, hopefully, eventually something like a friend.

But tonight, you had done the exact opposite. To see the Radio Demon defend you was to know that he felt things like affection, or even something more than indifference. That wouldn’t do for his reputation at all, you knew, and you hated yourself for being the cause of it.

You sighed in defeat, crossing your arms over your chest in defense. “I know that,” you said, holding your position and glaring daggers at the Overlord. “But I also know that you risked a lot today by protecting me. I’m not worth losing your power over-”

You gasped as Alastor appeared directly in front of you, glaring intensely. He didn’t lift a finger, but you swore you could feel the heat of his gaze.

“I do hope you haven’t finally started to doubt me, my dear.”

“Never,” you promised, searching his gaze.

The Overlord stepped back, his stretched out smile immediately concealing his true feelings. “Wonderful,” he said. “Then we both understand that my power and status will forever remain.”

You nodded once before finally breaking eye contact, choosing to look down at the floor.

You could feel the anger seeping out of you slowly, replaced by embarrassment. Of course Alastor would never give up his power for you. Even if someone had truly seen the incident, it was unlikely that anyone would ever be able to use it to their advantage. You were talking about the Radio Demon himself, after all.

“You’re right,” you muttered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. “I made a foolish assumption.” You smiled to yourself. “I seem to be full of those today. I’m sorry.”

You were met with silence. 

But before you could look up, you suddenly felt the cool touch of a shadow. It rested its hands against your cheeks, tilting your head up to make eye contact. It moved its thumbs in slow circles, leaning down until your foreheads were touching. It didn’t move any closer than that, but you knew that this was more than anyone else had ever received.

It was lovely.

But oh, how you wished it were really him.

The shadow stepped back, returning to its place beside its owner.

Alastor himself acted as though he hadn’t noticed the interaction at all, instead looking around your room as if seeing it for the first time.

“I do plan to maintain my powers, my dear,” Alastor repeated. 

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, he pushed forward. “Although,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “I certainly wouldn’t mind losing a few souls to keep what is most certainly mine.” 

He looked towards you then, his gaze hard, as if daring you to argue.

And you should have. You should have told him that you weren’t worth losing souls for. You should have told him that you only wanted to help him, never hinder him. 

You should have done lots of things.

What you did do, however, was smile and duck your head to hide your rising blush. 

You looked back up and extended your hand wordlessly.

Alastor looked down at it before glancing back up at you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question as his shadow looked on eagerly from behind him.

Your smile only widened. “I believe, good sir, that you owe me a dance.”

The shadow nearly leapt with excitement, rushing forward and taking your hand. 

You laughed at its enthusiasm before Alastor stepped forward and waved his hand, whisking the shadow away and taking its place. 

He placed his hand under yours, bringing your hand up to place a soft kiss on the back of your knuckles before releasing you and straightening. Slowly, he brought his claws to the base of your throat before gently dragging them back up until he reached your chin. He tilted your face up further to meet his gaze before dropping his hand down to yours once more.

With his other hand, he waved his staff, summoning a slow dance tune that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves.

You tried to ignore the heat in your cheeks and looked up curiously. “Didn’t you used to dance to songs that were a bit more lively?”

Alastor smiled gently down at you before summoning his shadow and surrendering his staff to it. “I did indeed, mon chere. But we aren’t exactly alive now, are we?”

You smiled back in agreement. “No, I suppose we’re not.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He lowered his head down until your foreheads were touching and began swaying, taking you with him on his slow trek around your bedroom floor.

You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

~~~

If you asked anyone at the hotel what had happened in your room that night, you would receive a few different stories.

Angel Dust would have told you that the Radio Demon had suckered a poor woman into going out with him that night, and you were most likely getting it on.

Charlie would have told you that she hadn’t seen either Alastor or the hotel’s newest resident all evening, though she doubted that the two of you had gone off somewhere together. Right?

Husk would have told you that he felt sorry for the woman who had gotten caught in the Radio Demon’s line of sight. You were such a sweet thing, and you deserved so much better.

You would have simply smiled and shrugged, giving nothing away.

Nobody would have dared ask the Radio Demon, of course.

But if anyone had bothered to ask the shadows, they would have received a rather lovely story about two sinners who had found their peace, only for a moment, dancing in each other’s arms that night. 

An Overlord and a sinner. 

A woman and a man. 

Two damned souls, finding home at last.

Part 3 Here!!

A/N 2: I didn’t get to proofread, but I hope you guys still enjoyed it! If you read the first fic (or even if you haven’t), I’m thinking of making another part where it’s platonic Angel Dust x reader and he finally gets to give her a makeover. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, I want to write more Alastor x reader (maybe a continuation of sorts, maybe not) so let me know if you guys want to be tagged in those!

Taglist: @severusminerva @anh4125 @midorichoco @rapturenyx-blog @maybememoriesx

[dear-ao3]

how to get f1 driver cards, a guide for mclaren, mercedes and williams (more to come)

im going to start by saying that there is a high high chance not everything on this is accurate. for some reason this is a stupidly complex process and i am just trying my best :)

what are driver cards? every year (most) teams have cards made of their drivers with their pictures and sometimes stats and fun facts, etc. they change every year and are collectible. theyre free, technically, as long as you pay for the postage.

ive sent away for some of them before, and those are the teams i have included as i know these ones work. will add more teams on as i attempt others this year.

MERCEDES

objectively this is the easiest one to get. you fill out an online form and if you are lucky you will get cards sent to you. the form is live for the 2025 cards as of me posting this.

beware: the address form is formatted for UK addresses only for some reason. if you are trying to send to the US with an address that is two lines (ie, a street address with an apartment number or a po box) there is a good chance it wont work. i have gotten it to work for street addresses only (both attempts to have them sent to an apartment address failed). this one also took the longest, several months.

all other teams require a double envelope, stamp and letter situation.

very basically, you address an envelope to the team and put yourself as the return address. it needs a stamp (domestic if the team is in your country, international if it is not)

write a letter to the team, something along the lines of "dear x team, i am a big fan of you and your drivers x and y and i like watching you / rooting for you for xyz reasoning (etc etc). i was wondering if i could get the 20xx drivers cards? thanks (name)." it doesnt have to be super fancy.

put this letter in the envelope along with another a5 size folded envelope addressed to yourself (this is the envelope that the team will send your cards in, make sure it is the right size and also has your correct address.

the a5 envelope also needs a stamp and here is where it gets a little tricky. if the team is based in the same country you are you use a domestic stamp. if you are Not in the same country as the team this is the terribly fun (read: tricky) part.

you can either include the pounds/euros needed to buy a stamp in the envelope or you can purchase an international stamp from that country and use that. i have gone the stamp route before (ordered royal mail stamps off of British amazon) and it worked. i put five second class barcoded stamps on each envelope and they came back to me okay. (could also use first class stamps, i dont remember why i ended up choosing the second class ones) (you have to check the stamp prices and make sure that the total stamp costs equal how much it costs to send a letter internationally (second class stamps are 85p as of me writing this and it costs 2.80 pounds to mail a letter internationally from the uk to the us specifically (all of this is findable on the royal mail site) so i would put 4 or 5 stamps to be safe per envelope in case stamp prices rise again)

put that whole folded envelope and your letter in your addressed envelope to the team and mail it out.

MCLAREN

they seem to be pretty responsive. i got my card for mclaren within i think 2 or 3 months. be extra careful when addressing your envelopes to the uk, the seven letter/ number combination is the most important and should be the most legible thing. i think this is formatted correctly. (again, im from the us. uk addresses confuse the hell out of me)

address:

FAO: Autograph Cards McLaren Technology Centre Chertsey Road Woking GU21 4YH UK

WILLIAMS

again, they were pretty responsive. i think i got mine in 2 or 3 months. my envelope was the wrong size for this team but they sent me the cards anyway in a different size envelope. again, really make sure that your seven number/letter thing is clear. there both a O and 0 in it so i would put a slash through the 0.

address:

Fan Mail Williams Grand Prix Engineering Grove Wantage Oxfordshire OX12 0DQ UK

fun little note: my sister and i both sent away for mclaren and williams last year. despite them having the Exact Same Addresses and being sent from The Exact Same Post Office on the Exact Same Day, my mclaren one was returned to sender for the reason unable to be delivered. my sister got her mclaren card in the mail the next week. and i got my williams card but my sisters got returned to sender for the reason of unable to be delivered. i have absolutely no idea why. not remotely. i resent both of them and had no problems the second time around.

good luck. its kinda challenging but it is fun. im going to try to send off for more this year so ill provide more advice once i figure it out but as for now, i know these ones work. i would wait until the start of the season to mail any requests, though fill out the mercedes one sooner if you want that :)

and, proof that i got my driver cards and im not just making this up:

[evilfrogcereal29]

Cw/Tw: light nsfw, ass slapping, body worship, chubby & fem!reader, cursing, negative body image

I'm sorry but idgaf what König's VA fckin says König would fucking ADORE big/chubby girls. If u don't agree jus block me now /hj

The contrast between his solid, toned muscles and your soft, squishy flesh is like art to him. When he slaps your bare ass and your skin ripples and jiggles for a few seconds longer than normal. Fuck. He loves that so much. Loves the weighted blanket effect you give when you sprawl yourself over him, putting all you have onto him, he will assure you he can take it. If you can cook/bake thats even better!! König is definitely a messy & fast eater, so theres no judgement in sitting on the couch gorging yourselves on chinese takeout while watching terrible german romcoms, his head nestles on your chest. He lets out an adorable sound for a man his size everytime you run your hands through his hair, similar to a purr.

If anyone makes a remark about the large amount of food you've made/ordered, König will make his presence known.

"she's feeding the both of us." He says firmly, and the offender runs off with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs.

Body worship champion. He can be really bad with words in the heated moment, but his hands mostly speak for him, praising you wordlessly with each affectionate touch.

"oh schatz... you're built like a goddess.." he gasps, double fisting a handful of your love handles, pulling you close to his chest. He's all red in the face, like a shy little boy. You drive him insane. He doesn't feel good enough for you. He's too awkward, too big, too tall, too everything.

But when you tell him you're too fat?

"nein." He hisses, arms slinking around you from your spot in front of the mirror. "Du bist perfekt für mich. The right size, the right weight. You are just right dear. Perfect." He kisses you up and down, starting at your shoulders, working his way down to your back, moving around you so he could kiss your stomach. You try to intercept, with tears in your eyes, but he pushes your hands away. This is his purpose, his real job.

"let me see whats mine schatz... Let me show you how much I love what I see... Let me show you how perfect...." he can barely hold back, can barely finish his thoughts. As he finishes peppering kisses down your thighs to your knees, he moves up and abruptly pulls you into a kiss. And boy. He showed you that night ;)c

Lastly he never presures you into anything, if you decide its time for a weight loss journey, no matter how big or small, whether its for health concerns, emotional wellbeing, or something else, he supports you going at your own pace. And if you pull out of it? Give in and have a cheat day and feel like shit? He is right there to comfort.

I just... I could go on.. he just... Is made for a short chubby gf I SWEAR THIS ISN'T MY BIAS AS A SHORT CHUBBY PERSON😭 nikto, Krueger, all my other top favs, i imagine they would probably date girls of any size.. but König just... HE JUST SPEAKS TO ME OK?? HIS VA IS WRONG.

Thank u for reading and listening to my ramble :3 have a good day

[lilacxoz]

Just Three - Kaveh & Alhaitham

F!reader.

Double penetration, use of ‘good girl’ briefly, not really hate sex but kinda implied, spanking, creampie, oral sex.

Being sex partners with the two most annoying people was fun. Well, the sex was, not the constant arguments. First it was who used up all the hot water in the morning, and then it was who ate whos food in the fridge. But when all that pent up frustration came to the surface, it was pleasure city.

The three of you came to an agreement one heated night. Kaveh had used up all the hot water and Alhaitham was annoyed at the argument because he was stressed and working on some papers in his room. "We just need to de stress," Kaveh had suggested. You and Alhaitham eventually agreed and came to the 'Just Three Agreement', in which the three of you have sex and destress as long as it's exclusive, for health reasons.

So now here you were, walking into the house as Kaveh and Alhaitham argue at each other in the kitchen. You decide to leave it for now because all you wanted to do was get out of your day clothes.

"You're a sly bastard with no respect for others, I cannot believe you did that to me!" Kaveh yells, making you groan. If you didn't intervene then it would get ugly, so you step out in just your tee shirt and socks, not caring since they've both seen you naked multiple times.

"What is the problem, please tell me so you both can stop arguing and I can take a nap!" You burst out before letting out a stressed breath and hopping up on the counter. Two pair of angry eyes meet yours, surprised a bit to see Alhaitham look so upset.

"This filthy bastard pushed me into a hole in the desert, all because of a few books!" Kaveh heaved, pointing a finger at the ash-haired male next to him.

"Maybe that should teach you not to mess up fucking MONTHS OF NOTES!" Alhaitham yells, his voice loud and deep that it shocks you and Kaveh a little.

"Okay, why don't we start with you 'Haitham, tell me what happened in your perspective."

"Sure," he blew out an angry breath, "I was at the library finishing up my notes for the past six months. But as I'm gluing in the final pieces to the book, dear old Kaveh comes up to me, startles me and makes me knock over all the glue on every single page. Months, FUCKING MONTHS of notes, gone." He runs a hand through his hair as he leans his hip against the counter. You look over to Kaveh for his side, to which he clears his throat to tell his side.

"Look, I didn't mean to startle him, all I wanted to know is if he wanted to split traveling costs with me because I know he's low on Mora. But I felt bad, I really did! I just don't know or  understand why he had to go and push me down a literal sand mountain on," he used air quotes, "accident. I started bleeding and had to get a stitch!"

You take in each story, it was obvious both were in the wrong but for all the wrong reasons. Kaveh just wanted to ask a question but knowing him, he probably made some snarky comment after scaring 'Haitham. And with Alhaitham, he definitely could've handled it better but you had to put yourself in his position to rationalize with his actions

"You're both in the wrong okay? Yes it's terrible Kaveh made you lose months of notes and I can help with that, but that doesn't give you the right to break his face open. Second, Kaveh you and I both know you left out parts in that story, stop provoking people." Kaveh made a face from being called out, of course he knew he wouldn't get away with it but he tried.

"Oh sweet y/n, please come help me destress," Kaveh whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your neck. Your eyes widened at the suddenness.

"Oh gods no," Alhaitham protested, taking you from Kaveh's grasp and holding your back to his chest. Kaveh'a eyes widened as he watched his rival place kisses along your neck, his hands groping your breasts. You moaned at the action and embarrassment, body heating up like molten rock.

"Two can play at that," Kaveh challenged, taking your thighs in his hands as your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding up your bottom as Alhaitham holds your top. Kaveh's soft lips attacked yours in a sweet explosion. His kisses were always so soft and romantic, while Alhaitham's were more rough and dominant.

You moaned from Kaveh's kisses and his rival sucking on your neck. Your core was completely exposed to Kaveh, his hips rolling against your own. You moved a hand to the back of Alhaitham's neck and one behind Kaveh's, letting his tongue explore your mouth.

It eventually became to much overestimation, Kaveh letting you back down and Alhaitham pulling away to admire the deep marks on your neck and shoulder. "Let's continue in my room," you say, dragging both men to your room with wobbly knees. As soon as the door closed, they were on you like animals.

Alhaitham held you from behind, moving your head so he could trap you in one of his rough and passionate kisses. Meanwhile, Kaveh was shrugging out of his cape and belt before he kneeled in front of you. "You're gonna be good and let the shitty architect eat you out? Yeah you will," Alhaitham cooed, slipping his hands up your shirt and thumbing your pebbled nipples. You let out a gasp as the feeling of your sensitive nipples being toyed with and Kaveh's tongue working on your clit.

"Ah~!" You moan out, body responding to both stimulations. Kaveh introduced two fingers into your dripping cunt, his tongue working wonders on your clit. It was all so much, your first orgasm of the night being a beautifully blended one of all three stimulations. Alhaitham went right back to kissing you as Kaveh cleaned you up and settled onto the side of your bed. Alhaitham pulled away and bent you over Kaveh.

"You're gonna suck his dick while I get you ready to take us both, you can do that can't you?" You nod, your eyes already filling up with tears from all the stimulation.

"Good girl~" Kaveh purs, leaning back a bit as he unzips his pants, discarding them completely along with your top. Alhaitham does the same, taking off his top while his fingers tease your pussy. Now you're left with your knees on the bed, bent over so your face to face with Kaveh's cock. Your eyes widen as you slip it in your mouth at the same time Alhaitham slips his cock inside you. One thing both  men could agree on was how much you turned them on, and even that alone was enough to have them share you.

You squealed as Alhaitham slapped your ass with such force that it left your ass red. He chuckled, starting an easy pace while you started to suck on Kaveh's pink tip. Kaveh let out a soft moan, tangling his hand in your hair, helping you take all of him. It was hard to focus on sucking Kaveh off when Alhaitham was thrusting into you so good, but every time you stopped for a second the man behind you would give your ass a nice slap.

"That's it, take it all in," Kaveh groaned, watching you choke on his cock. With Alhaitham's rough thrusts, you didn't even need to bob your head, Kaveh holding you down as he enjoyed watching you choke on him. When he finally let you breathe, mascara stains ran from your eyes to your chin, making him even more turned on then before.

"I think she's ready for us both, don't ya think?" Kaveh asks Alhaitham, making him pull out of you. The emptiness left you whining, the scribe nodding as he helps you into position. You were straddling Kaveh, hands planted on his chest as his hands held your ass. You gasped at just both of their tips inside. Sure, you've taken both of them but never in the same hole. You trusted them, letting them help ease themselves inside of you.

"You have to relax baby," Alhaitham cooes, caressing your hair out of your face, a few strands sticking to your sweaty face. You nodded, trying to be as relaxed as possible. It helped with the soothing caresses of Kaveh's hands on your thighs and Alhaitham's arms wrapping around your waist with his face buried in your neck. The fit was tight and hurt, but it felt good. They took it slow and easy with you, having the same slow pace just to get you used to it. Eventually, that pain turned into a pleasurable itch that hit you deep inside; foreign noises escaping your throat from the pleasure.

Your voice bounced off the walls, the men picking up the pace as their own orgasms were on the horizon. The need to fill you full with both of their cum was unbearable, your stomach fluttering as your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your stamina was depleting fast but you didn't care, you had never felt so full in your life, both of them hitting so many spots you didn't know you needed hit.

"F-Fuck! Oh, I'm c-cumming so hard~!" You scream/moan out, eyes screwing shut as your mouth is left agape. The burst of pleasure hits you like a tsunami and tornado mixed together, hands shaking as the two men fucking you pick up speed. It wasn't long before Kaveh came first, shooting load after load into you before it's mixed with Alhaitham's.

They both pulled out as you collapsed onto the sheets next to the architect, the scribe following soon after. Alhaitham lifted your leg, a mirror perfectly placed in front of the three of you and the men watch the cum leak from you. Their cocks spring back into action from the sight alone.

"Think you can go again princess?" Kaveh asks, to which you give a small nod. It wouldn't be the first time both of them fucked you until you couldn't even breath or keep your eyes open.

[upontherisers]

a/n: this was supposed to be all epistolary, no prose but then. but then.

Dear Mr. Rosenthal,

I had dinner with your mother last night. It was wonderful to catch up with her; I hadn’t seen her since the day we packed up your office and you left for Alabama. We ran into each other at Putnam Central last week (you missed a swinging show!) and she invited me for a meal. What a cook she is! Soup and cabbage and those little flaky pastries with nuts and spices for dessert (I hope I’m not making you jealous.) And of course she wouldn’t let me lift a finger to help, both out of host-liness and care that the food would be edible. Jeanette joined us for the meal but stepped out with some friends for the rest of the night, so it was just me and Rose (you don’t mind if I call her Rose, do you? She insists) in your lovely home.

You were the main topic of conversation, of course, but I found my knowledge of you fell short of what your mother hoped. She misses you terribly. I had the sense that she was looking for commiseration for the space you’ve left in our lives, but I was only your legal secretary and I work for another man now. (As much as I despise it. Please do come back to the firm when this is all over. Sidney isn’t half the lawyer you are and twice the hassle.)

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m writing. Your mother mentioned that besides Jeanette, you ain’t got a gal to write to ya and I don’t think that’s right. Every fella should have a gal to write to that’s not their mother or their sister, whether it’s a friend or a cousin or their dame. It’s hard to say certain things to family or you might have a story that they’d find appalling and anyone else would think is a hoot. I’d also like to keep visiting your mother for dinner and have something of substance to say (but all your secrets are safe with me, I promise). Jeannette’s gone during the day and I know how lonely a quiet house can get.

I hope Texas is treating you well. Keep safe and keep warm! I just read the most shocking piece in the Times about how cold it gets in the air. I’ve sent a scarf along just in case. Write when you can (if not me then your mother, please.) 

Yours,

Isadora C. Montgomery

Burnham whistles as Rosie pulls a swath of textured pale cream fabric from the package. Lacy’s hand reaches out to trace over the cloth lovingly, her dressmaker’s daughter heart moving her body before her head could catch up. He doesn’t mind. 

“Who’s that from?” Elton asks.

“My secretary,” Rosie replies as he scans over the long scarf and brings it to his nose. There it is, the faint citrusy spice that comes to linger on all of Isadora’s things. “She’s worried about the cold.”

Lacy snorts.

“Tell her it’s hot,” says Burnham.

“Tell her about the eggs,” adds Elton.

Rosie waves them off, tosses the scarf on the hook next to his hat above his bed, and picks up the letter again as he sits back down. It’s easy to get lost in the inky slashes and swells of Isadora’s handwriting, the practiced rows and roving, squat words as unique as their writer. She brings him back home in an instant with the sounds of Putnam Central on a Saturday night, horns blowing, bass rumbling around the room, and the keys lighting up his spine like his were the bones being played. It might be her up there, nimble fingers dazzling across the ivory and black or his mother and her clarinet, or Nettie and her double bass. All three of their voices eventually combine as they put their spin on the Andrews Sisters or Ella, and he’s the happiest man in the room to have a night of good music from good people.

He’ll have to ask who played, if Fat Bertie bellowed over his saxophone and demanded that his Dora get up and play that piana’, or if they had an out-of-towner. Were they any good? Any singers? Anyone who could remind him that there’s a world outside of Texas, one that’s free from the heat and the dust and the sour-tasting food. He’s pulled back into the letter, to the little flaky pastries with nuts and spices and despite the humid press of air in the barracks, his mouth waters for the warm, sweet dough that still steams when you break it apart. Rugelach, he thinks. They’re called rugelach, Dora.

She’ll know that before long if she keeps having dinner with his mother. She’ll know rugelach and blintzes, matzo ball soup and the good bagels from Schuman’s on Avenue T and Ocean. It makes him smile to think of her in his neck of the woods, her face soaking up the sun of southern Brooklyn’s wide streets not yet shaded by the tall buildings that are stacking up all around the rest of the borough, like in her Crown Heights. He wonders what it looks like now, if the drive to her apartment is more crowded, if she still chuckles at every errant ball that rolls into the street and waves at every older brother dragging their kid sister out of the way. 

Then he’ll watch her climb the stairs and smile over her shoulder at him as she unlocks her door, and then she’s inside and he wishes she would’ve lingered on the steps a moment longer.

I know how lonely a quiet house can get. He wishes he could go back home, even for just a day, and take Dora to a show on Broadway or pick up Delilah and Daniel for a day with their sister at Brighton Beach. She’ll spend all her time in her apartment when she’s not at work, waiting and hoping, unless someone drags her out, someone like Ma.

While he hadn’t considered it before, it’s important to him now, this bond between Ma and Dora. He’s glad they have time for it, he’s sad to miss the raucous conversation that always arises from two jazz musicians in the same room. Hopefully they didn’t spend too long on him; there’s too much he wants them to share—music, movies, their love of fashion—for Ma to keep the conversation on him. The vibrant life that thrums through the both of them will spark, surely, and he can finally put aside some of his guilt.

“Are you gonna do it?” Lacy asks as he stows the letter away in his foot locker. His confusion must be obvious because she smiles softly. “Are you gonna write her? It’s such a beautiful gift. You really oughta.”

Her blue eyes turn to the fabric hanging on the wall and the way it catches the light streaming in from the window, gold and shimmering, reminds him of the Flatbush apartment, the flutter of the curtains in their small kitchen on an evening when they’re all home.

He’s not like other cadets; there are no weekly care packages or pages and pages of letters coming in daily. His mother and sister write when they can and send what they can, but something like this, a genuine piece of home, is a rare find. He’s grateful and as soon as he can wear it without sweating to death, it’ll be airborne and he can take a piece of the ground to the sky with him, and from Dora of all people.

There’s no way he’ll wear it as well as she does, in elegant loops piled around her neck to protect from the snow or draped over her head and tossed over her shoulder as she gets in the car on their way to lunch in Midtown, but he’ll try. He’ll try for her and her insistence on maintaining his ‘lawyerly appearance,’ never afraid to fix his hair or reknot his tie with a tsk when he’s not up to standard.

The memory makes him laugh.

He thought of her often since he left New York. Going from having one friend at work to none left him missing the former greatly, and he’d started a letter to her in Florida but never got around to finishing it. He’s scared, maybe, not of the propriety or the scandal any letter from someone who doesn’t share your last name causes in an Army barrack, but of what she’d think. It might be for the best that he didn’t write—he’s out of her hair for the time being, and she’s busy enough with the firm without him obligating her into correspondence. But as he thinks of her words, every fella should have a gal to write to, I know how quiet a lonely house can get, he’s resolved to do them both a service and write. It won’t be any too prosaic as he doesn’t have much to talk about now, but it’s a place to start for when he might really need a friend in the future. 

Elton barks a laugh. “Of course he’s gonna write her. Not writing is how you get a Dear John letter.”

Burnham smacks his co-pilot in the chest. “It ain’t like that! She’s his secretary.”

And suddenly, three pairs of eyes are staring at him expectantly.

“I–I will write her,” he starts, but doesn’t let Elton gloat yet. “She’s a friend, a good friend, not just my secretary.”

That seems to appease the men as they get up and procure baseball gloves. Burnham tosses him a ball. “You pitching?”

Rosie shakes his head and tosses it back. “Not today, boys.”

“Yeah,” says Elton like it’s obvious, “he’s caught up on a girl.”

Burnham cackles and they chase each other outside, shoving through the group of pilots who just came in from the last practice flights of the afternoon. 

The afternoon break before chow is not to be taken for granted so while the lowering sun of early evening lulls the brashest of personalities to some sort of peace, he starts to write after pulling out some stationery, paper braced on a book Jeannie had sent when he was still in Alabama.

Lacy speaks up after a while. “It means somethin’ when a gal gives you a scarf, y’know, ‘specially when there ain’t enough scarves to go around.”

That gives him pause and he pictures Dora coming in from the cold with a red nose and hunched shoulders. He’s stuck for a moment before Lacy laughs aloud. “Don’t send it back. Just let her know you’re thankful.”

She sits back in her bed and returns to her needlepoint, which her mother had just sent her, and Rosie blinks at her for a few moments. He hadn’t known what to make of her when they got the order to integrate officer barracks. She’s a quiet soul but surprisingly humorous, and steady, always right as rain. Anyone would be lucky to have her in the seat next to them—hell, he’d volunteer if they’d let girls and guys fly together—and he much prefers her company over the boisterous, posturing pilots that fill in the rest of the beds around them. Betty Lacy is good people. Dora would like her, he thinks.

Dear Ms. Montgomery,

I just received your letter and your gift. Texas winters are too hot for scarves, but I’ll put it to good use eventually. I’m sure you’re getting snow in New York and I’m green with envy. I’d do anything for a nice blizzard right about now. We fried eggs on our instrument panels last week (and sometimes we fly in our skivvies. Don’t tell Ma.) There’s no sea air here, not even in the sky, so the heat just sits on you like a wet blanket. Forgive me if I sweat through this letter.

I am jealous, not only of your delicious dinner with my mother (the food isn’t as dire as Alabama, but it’s still bad (again, don’t tell Ma, she’ll have a fit)) but a swinging night at Putnam Central. That’ll be my first stop when they let me out of here. Who played? I hope you got up there and if you didn’t, I got a request for next time. God Bless The Child. They played it in the PX the other day, a brief reprieve from the twangy warbles they like down here, and Billie doesn’t do it quite like you. It shouldn’t surprise you that I’ve been banned from humming in the barracks—all my love of music and I can’t make a note of it. No one in my bunk has a decent voice, so we’re a musicless bunch until we can get away.

Still, it’s a good time. I find myself the fourth in a small group of similarly-minded pilots. John Burnham is from Connecticut, Claybourne Elton is from California, and Betty Lacy is a schoolteacher from Georgia. We bonded over our restlessness and have all passed certification on the B-17, so we should be assigned to crews soon. There’s practice and lots of card games in the meantime.

I hope you're well and warm. I’ll send the scarf back if you need it. There’s no reason to go without for my sake; the Army has taken enough of your silk, coffee, and gas already. And don’t let Sid run you ragged, either—he may have the experience but you’re the senior member of the firm. Go to Mr. Freidin if he keeps bothering you and I’m sure he’ll set him straight. 

They just called us for chow. It’ll be sandwiches or spaghetti—mealy, bitter noodles with tomato paste as sauce. I’ll pass and think of lunches at Rosetti’s fondly. 

Be safe and write back.

Yours,

Robert Rosenthal

“P.S. God Bless The Child, if not for me then for my mother. Well,” Gertie Simmons-Montgomery says as she sets her granddaughter’s letter down, “you gotta play it.”

Isadora sighs. “I don’t know when I’ll be back there. Mr. Wacker’s got a big case coming up and he’s working me until I’m the last one in the office. I can barely keep my eyes open on the bus.”

“Go to this Mr. Weeden—”

“Freiden.”

“Go to Mr. Freidin. Robert seems confident that—”

“Robert is a brilliant litigator who keeps clients coming back. I’m a secretary,” she says and leans down to kiss her grandmother on the forehead before moving onto her brother and sister and taking her seat at the dinner table.

“Are you gonna write back?” Daniel asks.

“Of course she is,” Delilah snaps, “Mr. Rosenthal is very handsome.”

“Mr. Rosenthal is my friend,” Isadora corrects with a warning eye to the teenager, “and my boss.”

Delilah scoffs. “Not right now, he ain’t.”

“Alright,” Delrose Montgomery claps his hands as he enters from the kitchen and moves to the head of the table, “enough of this letter talk. I have my grandchildren all together for the first time in a month. I’d like to revel in family.”

Isadora smiles and Delilah kicks her twin under the table and gets chastised by their grandma, but it’s warm and cozy despite the snow outside. As they take each other’s hands and bow their heads to pray over dinner, Dora feels a playful twinge of guilt as she begins to compose her next letter in her head.

Dear Mr. Rosenthal,

I wouldn’t have sent the scarf if I wanted you to send it back. And yes, I’ll play Billie Holliday for you...

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hello lovely ☺️ how scandelous would it be to ask for perhaps a sneak peak of the next chapter?

👉👈 perhaps a lil snippet? A crumb? 🥹🥺🫣🙌

*clutches pearls* oh my…oh dear…i’ve never been asked this before 😳 this is a first for me.

am i allowed to do this?? why does it feel illegal lmao 🫨

i mean you did ask very nicely & i am dying to show the next chapter to yall & i am indeed a strong independent woman who can do whatever the hell she wants so…here you go?? i guess??

disclaimer: it took me a very hot minute to decide which part to do & i haven’t edited / beta read anything yet so it might change a bit once i post the full chapter…also hopefully this scene makes some kind of sense to you out of context. double also this will be the ONLY part i share bc i don’t wanna spoil the whole thing 😤 but i hope you like 🤭🩵

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“So…” Spider-Man said, voice low but playful. “Come here often, hot stuff?”

Despite his best efforts, Johnny busted into a laugh, shaking his head from side to side. “Shut up, you loser,” he giggled.

“Wait, wait, I can do better than that. Somebody call the fire department, ‘cuz this guy is smokin’.”

“Is this you attempting to flirt with me? Corny pickup lines and cheesy one-liners? You really think that’s the key to my refined and sophisticated heart?”

“Well? Is it working?” Spidey asked in whisper, the words curling upwards just like the goofy smile Johnny knew he had on behind his mask. The Human Torch rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled fondly. The two of them kept their faces and bodies angled forward as they spoke, daring not to show any physical displays of affection with so many eyes on them.

“Pretty lousy atmosphere for a first date, if you ask me,” Spidey continued, quiet and coltish. “Some orchids or candles would’ve been nice.”

“You want to count this as our first date?” Johnny whispered back. “I was planning to take you somewhere with much better ambiance and way fewer older sisters around. Maybe rent a gondola and a string quartet or something. But if you’d like, we can always save that for date number two.”

Spider-Man shrugged. “Either way. Your idea does sound a lot more romantic than the humiliation ritual we’re about to be subjected to...”

Johnny ventured a look at the rows of heroes sitting in the arena’s viewing room and grimaced. “Especially with my teammates watching,” he said gravely. His gaze swiveled to his feet, and he swallowed. “I am so not good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Webs. I really like you, and am obviously terrible at hiding it.” His hands knotted into fists at his sides. “So if you’re set on keeping this thing on the down low, we’ve really gotta sell the whole ‘platonic super bros’ shtick. We can’t do anything that even suggests that we like each other like that. Not with them watching us like fish in a bowl.”

Spidey faced him then, head drooping a bit. “I’m sorry I’m making you lie to your teammates,” he murmured. “I know firsthand how complicated it can get.”

“It’s all right. I lie to them about all kinds of stuff all the time.” Johnny smiled apologetically. “I just wish I was better at it.”

Spider-Man scratched the back of his neck. “Lucky for us, we’ll probably be too busy getting blasted by drones or pummeled by robotic thugs to do anything remotely romantic-y looking while we’re in here.”

Johnny elbowed him in the side. “Well, double lucky for us: we’ve done this exact drill in real life already, and won. I can’t imagine fake thugs or drones being any harder to beat than those insane kidnappers we fought.” Mischief tugged at the corners of his lips as he tucked his hands politely behind his back, raising his chin and tracing his gaze along the outline of Spidey’s throat. “And after we win this,” Johnny added, “I’m gonna drag you somewhere no one will bother us and spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on your neck until it’s all one big hickey. Sound good?”

A noise sputtered out of the masked hero that sounded like a cross between a cough and a squeak. Johnny clapped him triumphantly on the back as he strolled forward, whispering in his ear as he close as he dared as he passed by. “Best leave the flirting to the professionals, bug boy.”

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TA-DA!! this feels so wrong but i hope it gives you a fun little taste of what’s to come heeheeHEEEE

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Dancing: Domestic Bees?

Blake, Yang, Kali, and Ghira are all out on a double date in Vacuo, enjoying a celebratory dinner for team RWBY's return and the much anticipated Bumbleby relationship.

Kali: Oh, I'm so excited for you two!

Ghira: As am I. Blake, I like this one much better than the other boys you've brought home.

Yang: (to Blake) Other boys???

Blake: Adam and he also thought Sun was trying to get with me when he followed me home.

Yang: I mean. He probably was.

Blake: And ending the conversation.

Ghira: So, Yang, Blake mentioned that you're quite the dancer.

Blake: (spits her tea)

Yang: I wouldn't say I'm great, but I can hold my own. (smiles) Blake's got some good footwork of her own when she feels like it.

Blake: Yang, I literally tripped off the dance floor back in Atlas. I have terrible footwork.

Ghira: You get that from me, I'm afraid. Two left feet. Kali is actually quite the dancer. She was considered one of the best in Menagerie back before we were married.

Blake: Really? You never told me that.

Kali: Oh, it was a lifetime ago. I haven't danced in so long. I don't think I could keep a beat if my life depended on it. (sighs) It would be nice to shake off some of the rust though.

Blake: (glances at Yang) I noticed there's a little dancefloor in here. Do you think you could ask my mom for a dance?

Yang: You sure, Babe? Not going to be too jealous?

Blake: I'm positive. I'm sure she'd appreciate it. (walks her fingers up Yang's thigh under the table) Who knows? It might get you some brownie points.

Yang: (accidentally kicks the leg of the table and gets the attention of everyone at the table) Ahem! U-Uh, Mrs. B! Uh, Kali... Would you like to dance on the next song?

Kali: (stars in her eyes) Oh, I would love to! Ghira, are you alright with that?

Ghira: Of course, dear. It's not like you're dancing with some stranger who's going to feel you up or anything like that.

-Price Royce - Lao' a Lao' starts to play over the speakers-

Yang & Kali: (gasp) I love this song! (glance at each other) You know how to dance to this? Yes! LET'S GO!!!

Yang: (offers Kali her hand and the two rush down to the dancefloor excitedly)

Blake & Ghira: (watch as their partners take the dancefloor)

Blake: Wow. It's been a while since I've seen Mom get so excited.

Ghira: Should we be concerned about what kind of song this is based on that tremolo?

Yang & Kali: (I'm to damn lazy to write up the dance number and this is already long, so watch this to see what they do)

Blake & Ghira:

Yang & Kali: (return to the table when the song ends)

Yang: That was a blast!

Kali: I haven't danced like that in years!

Ghira: (throws lien on the table, picks up Kali and throws her over his shoulder, and makes a bee line for the exit) Yoink!

Kali: Oh, my!

Blake: (grabs Yang's tie and follows Ghira) Yoink!

Yang: Whoa!

[alltaternotot]

See me | K. Macdermid

Possessive!Kurits X fem!reader

A/N: I think Kurtis Macdermid is the biggest bestest gentle giant ever, and he needs more love, so hopefully you enjoy this dear reader (At the time of posting this he had a MASSIVE game winner goal, love that for him).

Summary: Kurtis and Y/N are great friends, best friends even. Y/N has a terrible day that brings her over to his apartment. Kurtis has a lot to say, but doesn’t want to ruin anything…

CW: fluff, friends/neighbors to lovers, Emotional Hurt comfort??? Mentions of cheating (NOT Kurtis he would never). Swearing. Let me know if I missed anything!

NSFW: fun giggly soft morning sex, praise, size difference and possessiveness if you squint.

Word count: 6k

:)

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“Please tell me you have ice cream here.” YN said into the dark entryway leading into Kurtis’s apartment, the glare of the tv in the living room shining.

Y/N and Kurtis had known each other for six years now, but felt like they had known each other forever. He was easily one of her best friends. She was his next door neighbor, her living in 305 and him in 304. Kurt’s mom left him a plant the day he moved in that she insisted he needed to take care of to “teach him the responsibility of taking care of something”. She left it despite him explaining for the millionth time that he can’t keep a live plant when he travels half of the season at the bare minimum.

This turned into sweet 22 year old Kurtis sheepishly knocking on her door about an hour before he had to leave for his first roadie of the year; introducing himself and pleading with her to water his plant so his mom wouldn’t lose it when she visited for the holidays. Y/N smiled and agreed, only for him to slap a key into her hand and shuffle his carryon and suit bag out her door again. When he came back a week and a half later, his plant was thriving in the windowsill, and Y/N had left a container of soup in his fridge with a note. He knocked on her door again, empty container in hand, sheepishly admitting he forgot to ask for her name, and their friendship took off.

Kurtis never saw himself being best friends with the cute girl who lived next door, let alone having her around as much as they could manage with their schedules. She made him look forward to downtime at home, and watering that silly plant that was still living in his windowsill all these years later. She brought him out of his shell on nights out, and helped him keep his bloody knuckles clean after big fights. She even gave him nicknames that he prayed would never see the light of day, like K-cup and K-mart (he secretly loved them, but his teammates would lose their minds).

At some point along the line, butterflies started to flutter in his stomach when he heard Y/N laugh or when she would get in a giddy mood after a couple too many while out with his teammates. He was absolutely enthralled with his best friend, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell her without destroying every good thing that had come out of their friendship. He was happy being her best friend for now, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous of her dates and thinking about her when she wasn’t there.

“Hello to you too Y/N.” he said, standing up and walking into the hallway to greet her.

His size and his reputation on the ice led many people to believe he was cold and unforgiving all the time. He towered over most people at 6’5”, and his shoulders easily doubled Y/N’s. But Y/N knew that underneath all that hard fighting exterior was a big softie who cared a lot about people. He was so calm and sweet off the ice, and wickedly observant, more so than anyone she had ever met. it practically gave her whiplash the first time she saw him fight during a game. It was a unique privilege of being so close to him.

She knew she could lean on him when times got tough, just like he could lean on her. That is exactly what brought her over to his apartment at 10pm, still in her work clothes and upset about the horrible day she just had.

Y/N basically fell into his arms at the end of the hallway, her head hitting right on top of his sternum. He smelled like his shampoo and laundry detergent, musky and warm and uniquely Kurtis. He was dressed in a gray Nike sweatshirt and some black basketball shorts. He was warm, like he had been lounging on the couch with some blankets for a couple of hours, trying to keep the November chill out. She could always count on him being warm and cozy.

He hugged her and rubbed her back, knowing it was one of the simple things he could do to help her relax. He could feel the tension in her body as he held her, wanting to help make it melt away so she could recover from whatever brought her over here at this hour. He could tell there was something seriously bothering her, beyond the normal stresses of working hard. The Avs had a day off tomorrow, so he didn’t care (not that he would have cared anyway).

“I’ll get bowls, you go get changed.” He said into her hair and she nodded gently, pulling away from him finally.

Y/N kept clothes in his dresser for nights like this, and he had some in her apartment too. There had been a few nights that had turned into sleepovers, and there was absolutely no way she could fit into any bottoms of his. She tried once, and she pulled the drawstring so tight together that the strings practically hung down to her knees, the cuff of each pant leg engulfing her legs and feet. He laughed every time he looked at her, his sweatpants almost falling off her all night.

She pulled out sleep shorts from her area, reaching for an old Avs training camp t-shirt of Kurtis’s instead of one of her own. She didn’t want anything restricting or too cold. She took off her work clothes, feeling like layers of the god awful day were falling off with them. She opted for no bra and no makeup; washing her face in his bathroom. Finally, she threw on some fuzzy socks.

When she came back out, he was back on the couch with blankets over his lap, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in his hand and a bowl sitting on the table for Y/N. An LA vs Kraken game was on, the volume low but not silent. She sighed, burying herself under the blankets next to him. The ice cream was perfectly rich and sweet, just how she liked it. Kurtis looked at her apprehensively, wanting to ask a million questions but also not wanting to press too hard. They ate without speaking, the low cheers of the King’s crowd interrupting perfect silence.

“Fuck, today was horrible.” She finally muttered, setting the empty bowl down.

He looked over at her after setting his bowl down too, casting his big arm over the back of the couch, “how so?”

“God where do I start. I was late waking up this morning, like late enough that there was no way i could blame it on traffic. The higher ups had a screaming fest at everyone in the office because of something that wasn’t our fault. I had to cut my lunch way short because one of the interns royally fucked up something I had a hand in making, so I had to pick up the pieces. I couldn’t leave work until about 8:30. My check engine light lit up on my way home, so I spent a good hour trying to get a hold of the auto shop for this week.” Y/N spilled, Kurtis listening quietly, “A-and…” she faltered.

“And?” Kurtis urged, wanting her to get it all out.

“I saw Chris out with some girl. O-on the drive home. I stopped to get dinner and saw him across the street. He was holding her hand and kissing her at that little Italian place he used to take me to. I didn’t know what to do, so I called him and told him I knew and that it was over. He texted but I don’t want to look. I can’t stand it.” She sniffled out, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I said I wasn’t going to cry over that dirt bag but fuck today can’t get any worse! I wasted 9 months on that asshole!”

“Shit, Y/N…” he said, gently pulling her into his side for a hug. “I’m so sorry. What a dick.”

He knew he shouldn’t feel relieved about that news. He knew he should be upset about her losing Chris, but he wasn’t. He hated seeing her cry over a douchebag when he knew that he could do a million times better. He knew he would treat her like a queen for the rest of forever, no games. He would make her feel seen, heard, loved, and satisfied. He knew that he could make her the happiest woman on the planet. Just having her in his arms was making his heart speed up.

He held her there on the couch for what felt like hours, running his hand along her spine while she cuddled into his side. He even wiped away stray tears with his other hand and carded his fingers through her hair. Touch was very normal for them, she loved physical contact with him whenever she could get it. This was a blessing and a curse for Kurtis; he loved that she loved his hugs and touches, but he hated that he had to control the fast beating of his heart while she was close.

They talked about Chris and how they would drive over to his place together to get the few things she had over there. They talked about Kurtis’s game and the fight he was recently in, Y/N grabbing his hand to look at how his knuckles were healing. They talked about anything and everything wrapped up together. Y/N was almost asleep, having cried and talked out all of her frustrations. Kurtis could feel her breathing even out against him, her eyes drooping shut.

“Let’s go to bed, you’ve had a horrible day.” He said quietly, shifting her in his arms so he could pick her up off the couch.

He made his way to his bedroom, setting her down on the left side of the bed so he could use the bathroom on e last time and wash his face. For a moment, a split second, he let himself indulge in looking at her sleeping in his bed. He imagined her sleeping in his shirt because she was his. His eyes traced her body, his mind filling with scenarios, some admittedly not the cleanest thoughts.

He shook them out and finished getting ready for bed, pulling off his hoodie and throwing on a t-shirt. When he finally laid down on his side of the bed, he drew the covers up both of their bodies, really meaning to stay on his side and not make it any harder for either of them. He couldn’t resist scooting closer to her, reaching a hand up to pull a lock of hair off her face. He wished that he could pull her in and lay kisses on her face, letting her sleep on him all night.

“God, I wish you would see me Y/N. I love you so much and I don’t know how to say it to your face.” He said quietly to her sleeping form, pressing the lightest kiss to the crown of her head, “maybe someday you’ll see me and let me love you sweetheart.”

Kurtis thought his confession fell on deaf ears, but Y/N had woken up a little when the mattress dipped. He loved her? He cherished her like that? No one had ever told her that, not a single boyfriend had ever made her feel like that, and it took Kurtis 5 seconds to say. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she tried so hard to stay still. She wanted to spring up and lay a kiss on his lips, but that would have to be a problem for the next day.

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Y/N woke up before Kurtis the next morning, the sun shining through little cracks in his blinds. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sunk back into the pillows, enjoying the morning quiet. She was on her side facing Kurtis, somehow getting wrapped up nice and close to him in the night. There was enough distance between the two of them that she could see his peaceful face.

The last day came flooding back to her as she looked at him, all topped off with his quiet confession that she wasn’t meant to hear. Her cheeks burned at the thought. She was laying next to the man she had spent countless hours with, but had never truly seen him the way he saw her. Now she could see him, the way he wanted her to. All of a sudden, every touch of the last 12 hours lit her on fire. He had taken the time, again and again for years to comfort her, keep her safe, and make her feel important despite his tremendously busy schedule. She had done her fair share of helping him too, but she hadn’t seen him truly.

For the first time, she admired him close up in this new light. His brown curls were falling over his forehead and the pillow under his head, his brow relaxed in his sleep. She admired the bump in his nose and his long eyelashes cast over his cheeks. There was the yellowish-greenish remainder of a black eye he had gotten about a week ago during a game. She looked at his lips somewhat covered in his mustache. His beard looked scruffy and unkempt from sleeping on it, but she new if she touched his face it would be soft under her fingertips. Soft little snores came from between his lips. Y/N could never forget this moment, as long as she lived. She had never seen someone so beautiful right in front of her.

Right as she was about to scoot closer, he stirred in his sleep, taking a deep breath and blinking his eyes open. She always thought his eyes were the prettiest chocolate brown color. He met her eyes and his face relaxed again, his eyes soft and adoring. Kurtis thought Y/N looked so beautiful in the morning light, hair cast over the pillows and face soft from sleep. Her face was a little swollen from all the crying yesterday, but he didn’t care. She was always beautiful to him.

“G’morning. How do you feel?” He asked, his voice deeper and more gravely than usual, making Y/N melt where she lay.

“Like I cried all night.” She joked, scooting closer to him.

He reached for her, bringing her in for another hug. Kurtis felt completely at peace in this moment, imagining for a second that they weren’t even thinking about her ex, instead enjoying the morning together, kissing and laughing and maybe even rolling around in the sheets for a little while. He rolled onto his back, keeping her tucked into his side while he checked his phone for the time. He put it back down lightning fast, wanting to enjoy the few moments he got in his little fantasy before they had to get up and get her stuff from Chris’s place. Y/N was practically buzzing, his arm like an anchor behind her. He looked back at her, meeting her face, mere inches away.

She couldn’t help herself.

She craned her neck up, meeting his lips in a tentative kiss. He sucked in a surprised breath, eyes widening. He snapped out of it in an instant, kissing her back gently but firmly. He wanted to convey every second of emotion he had felt for her up until this moment. His hand found her jaw, caressing her like he had dreamed of doing for years. He deepened the kiss, pulling her almost on top of him and biting her lip gently. She pulled away, him chasing her lips as she did, looking down at him with a sweet grin.

“W-what was that for Y/N?” He asked softly, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, “I- I don’t… what about Chris? I can’t be a rebound Y/N, I won’t be able to recover-“ The words falling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

She placed her finger on his lips, silencing him, then left a soft kiss in its place, “I know, K. I may or may not have heard you last night, Ive had a few hours to really think about it.” She teased lightly, his eyes widening in surprise.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that! I just… didn’t know how you’d react. I can’t stop feeling like this Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said, speaking like he was caught up in his own thoughts.

She kissed him again then, trying to show him that she felt the same, “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Parroting his words back at him.

This time, he leaned up and kissed her. He finally indulged in what he desired for years. His right hand cradled the back of her head, his left snaking down to her lower back, keeping her against him. He rolled them over, his arms caging her in. His legs were still off to the side, but they were basically intertwined. She let out the slightest noise, one that he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. It lit him on fire inside, beyond anything he had ever felt.

He pulled back, looking down at her, practically drinking her in. She looked up at him peacefully, hair strewn on the pillow in a halo around her head. the shirt she had innocently thrown on last night was striking a possessive chord in him, her body practically engulfed in the soft fabric. She finally looked like she was his, and all he had to do was take that leap with her.

Kurtis kissed Y/N with more hunger, letting himself explore her mouth while she explored his. His hands traveled her body, touching and tracing, learning her body again in a way that he hadn’t before.

For Y/N, this was something entirely new and precious in every way. he seemed to be tuned to her perfectly, drawing out sensations she had never experienced with anyone else. His touch was so gentle and uniquely him, his kiss so fiery it made her feel like she was in her own fairytale.

He began kissing and lightly nipping at her neck, drawing a wet path of kisses over to her ear and down. His other hand smoothed across her waist and around the side of her boob, almost teasing her with the anticipation. Her hands were wandering over the vast expanse of his back and through his hair. She committed every ridge and valley to memory, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles.

He sat up suddenly, falling back on his knees and pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulders. Y/N melted on the spot, letting out a pleased little giggle. he smiled back at her, moving over so he was directly in front of her. His hands found her knees in front of him, rubbing the pad of his thumb across them.

“You’re so pretty Y/N..” he said, letting his eyes rake over her again.

“You’re so handsome K.” She said, making him smile hard enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.

He sank back down on top of her, making her legs part to make room for him. He laid some smiley kisses on her lips and cheeks, letting his hands wander to the hem of his shirt. He pulled up slowly, silently asking for her consent to take it all the way off of her. She sat up a little bit, letting him pull it off and throw it in a random direction behind him.

They had seen each other in varying states of undress over the years. Y/N had seen him work out on his balcony during summers, pretending to read while having internal monologue about why women loved him so much, like Jesus was he toned. One summer, Kurtis accidentally walked in on her changing into her swimsuit the year he took her to Cabo with him over all star break. He told her he hadn’t seen anything and they both laughed it off, drinking cocktails and enjoying the beach. He had seen just a sliver of pretty skin before slapping his hand over his eyes. He felt so thirsty for that little peek, but he had thought about it over the years during lonely nights in his hotel. All of that was no match for what was in front of him.

Her breasts were beyond perfect. She looked so beautiful laying there, waiting for him to make his next move. She suddenly felt more vulnerable, like his eyes were burning holes in her body. Those feelings washed away as he ran his fingers over her, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. It turned him on to no end watching how she reacted to his touches. Her back arched and twitched, moving to get more contact with him. Y/N let out little moans and sighs, letting her eyes flutter close from the sensation. This was exactly what he wanted.

He leaned back down, leaving another trail of kisses along the column of her throat, then collarbones, then the valley between her tits. He payed attention to one, sucking and playing with one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. The sounds she was making were growing louder, ringing desperately in his ears. He wished he could hear her like this for eternity.

“You sound so pretty…” he said, observant as always. His voice was still deep and gravely, making his praise that much better.

She was wound up enough that she was getting a little desperate for more. She wanted everything he had to offer, and wanted him to have all of her, finally. Her hand reached between them, playing with the string holding his shorts up. Her thumb found its way under the waistband of both his shorts and boxers, playfully snapping them back against him. He let out a little groan, spurring her on that much more.

“Can I please?” She asked, grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his mind short circuiting a bit.

He sat up again, coming to the side of his king bed so she could pull his shorts off, letting them pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them. he reached for hers too, directing her to lift her hips so he could slide them off. His hands stayed by band of her panties, playing with it. Y/N sat up so her face was now about level with his abdomen.

“What do you like?” Kurtis asked quietly, letting his hands fall on the sides of her face so he could draw it up.

“I-I like a lot of things. I like your lips… I like your hands… I like you, K.” She said, her voice coming out a little squished sounding from his palms squeezing her cheeks, “w-what do you like?”

“Hmm. I like those things too, In fact I love those things. I like your voice too.” He said, letting his hands fall to the back of her neck so he could kiss her “I like all of you. I want you to enjoy this with me…”

Those soft words coming from between kisses made Y/N melt, her panties almost soaking through. Of course she had slept with a handful of guys before this, but none of them, not even Chris, we’re like this. Kurtis had a way of making each of his few words so effective, driving her crazy. She felt so wanted and safe with him.

Her lips found his abs, kissing down to his navel. She kissed each side, sucking a light mark into the left side before continuing down his happy trail. Kurtis was looking down in awe at his girl, his hands carding through her hair as she kissed along the hair on his happy trail. Her hands were on his hips, rubbing his hipbones and exploring the cut of his hips that was exposed. All this touching and kissing was making him a little desperate, groans coming from deep in his throat. It was her turn to wish to hear him like this forever.

She pushed him back a little, hooking her fingers into the band of his boxers, “can I?” She asked, and he nodded vigorously.

She giggled at his eager response before pulling them down, again letting him step out of them. He was hard, painfully so, and the first word that came to mind for Y/N was ‘proportional’. She practically salivated at the sight.

“Please let me taste…” she said, somewhat shyly, and he giggled and stepped up, putting his fingers back into her locks.

“God you’re so perfect.” He murmured as her lips wrapped around the tip.

She took it slow and teasing, listening to him moan and sigh above her. She couldn’t take all of him, so one hand came up to pump the rest. The other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the corded muscles move under her touch. It all felt a little sloppy and dirty, but that turned her on even more. He was coated in her spit, making a wet sound as she took more of him. She pulled off every once in a while, catching her breath. The more she did, the closer he got. Eventually, he grabbed a gentle fistful of her hair and pulled her off him, taking an extra beat to appreciate her sweet face

“You’re so good for me, but it’s my turn.” He said, giving her a kiss and pushing her back.

she laid back, letting him pull her panties down. She was practically sopping wet now; his gentle possessiveness really did something to her. He fell to his knees, her legs coming up over his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cross over her hips, the other coming to run through her folds. She tried to wiggle, but his grip had her firmly in place. Moans came tumbling from her lips as he attached his to her pussy, diving in like a starved man.

His fingers were long and rugged, finding the perfect spot deep in her while his tongue made strong strokes over her clit. Her body was shaking with pleasure as he kept on. Kurtis listened to her moans and whines, paying attention to every little thing, trying to find out what worked for her. His fingers and tongue fell in step with each other, coming to a slow rhythmic pace.

“P-please! I’m s-so close K… please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, her voice coming out used.

Kurtis had never felt so alive. His girl had the prettiest moans, the gentlest hands, and the sweetest pussy he had ever seen or tasted. It was like he pulled her out of a dream and into his room. All the years of pining for her led up to this moment, and he was impressed beyond his wildest dreams.

“K-Kurtis!!” She moaned, high pitched and whiney as her orgasm hit her strong.

Y/N felt like her insides had been turned to magma. Both of her hands tightened into fists as her body shook, one in his hair and the other in the sheets below her. He kept up his movements at a slightly gentler pressure, working her through it and letting her come down. He got up from the ground, kissing up her body and neck till he reached her lips again. She could taste herself on his lips, his beard shiny and sticky from her.

“God, so fucking perfect Y/N…” he said again, giving her a moment to calm down and relax.

“Do you have a condom?” She breathed, letting her hands wander the expanse of his chest and shoulders.

He turned wordlessly to the nightstand beside them, opening the drawer and pulling out a new box of condoms. She had a giggle at the passing thought that he had been prepared for this moment by buying an entirely new box, even though that probably wasn’t true. He used his car key sitting on the nightstand to open the plastic and pull out a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth, reaching down to roll it over his length.

In the meantime, Y/N had scooted up the bed again, turning onto her side to face him in all of her naked glory. She watched as he straightened up, absolutely towering over her. His eyes were intense and lustful, yet endearing and excited. This was exactly what she needed from someone, a romantic yet lighthearted experience.

“How do you want me, Kurtis?” She asked as he kneeled on the bed in front of her again.

He thought for a split second, “on your back, I wanna look at you.” He murmured.

She loved his sureness and his steady voice, he had always had those but it felt different in this new light. His hand found her side again, pushing her over so she was on her back with her head on top of the pillows. He crawled up between her legs and caged her in with his arms. One of her hands came up to touch his scruffy face, the other falling next to her head on the pillow.

“You ready love?” He asked so gently, his dick hot against her.

“Yes, take what you need K.” She said, his eyes darkening.

That’s all he needed to reach down and align himself with her, pushing forward slowly so they could really feel every inch of each other. Both of their jaws fell open, letting sighs and soft moans flow out of their mouths. Kurtis basked in the warm, tight wetness, letting it consume every nerve. Y/N could feel every ridge against her sensitive insides, feeling split open in the best way possible.

Once his hipbones made contact with the backs of her thighs, he stilled, letting them both take a moment to adjust and prepare. Kurtis new that she would feel beyond anything he could dream, but this moment blew every dream he ever had about her out of the water. It was like they were made for each other. She overtook his senses, nothing else mattering to him. She felt the same way. She didn’t even need to voice it.

“You feel so good.” He said into her ear, feeling her shiver, “taking me so well love.”

He drew back about halfway before pushing in again, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. He set a deep pace, trying to find the spots inside her that made her squirm. He took a self indulgent moment to look down at where they were connected, watching himself disappear into her.

Her moans got louder, coming out a little more whiny and high pitched as he learned her. Her hand covered her mouth, muffling the sounds. He grabbed her hand and held it under his own so she couldn’t cover her pretty sounds. He wanted to hear what he was doing to her, he wanted it to ring in his ears forever.

“Feels s-so good Kurtis. Keep going just like t-that…” she said into his ear.

Y/N loved his sounds too. He sighed and groaned, leaving little kisses on her face and neck as he moved. He was driving her crazy with every move. He could reach every spot and graze every area, keeping her on a slow and steady path to paradise. She could barely keep her eyes open with how intense it all was.

As promised, Kurtis watched her too. He watched her face contort in pleasure and her mouth fall open when he grazed her g spot. He could feel her winding up, closer and closer to the edge. His face found the crook of her neck, laying kisses and bites right on the curve of her neck. Kurtis was getting so close, his muscles contracting on top of her.

“Come on Y/N… that’s it love…” he encouraged, feeling her flutter around him at the pet name “I can’t hold on much longer baby.”

“Touch me K… please!” She almost whined out, making Kurtis smile a little cocky.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit again, making her gasp and writhe. Her hips were grinding against him, moving independently of her mind. He could feel her wetness leaking around them, covering his fingers and his dick. He had never felt anything better.

“Come with me baby, fuckkk, come on.” He encouraged, feeling her orgasm coming on quickly.

This orgasm was intense and devouring, her mouth stuck open and her back arched. She let out a high pitched sound, gasping and shaking as he rubbed her through it. A few pumps later, Kurtis was coming too. His muscles were flexed and taught. He grunted and moaned in her ear, letting them both come down. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed her, still connected, and rolled them over so she was laying directly on top of him, chest to chest.

Kurtis giggled. He couldn’t help himself.

His big hands found her back, running up and down in an attempt to help her catch her breath. Her arms were at his sides, wrapping around his torso to keep them as close as possible. He laid kisses against her head too.

“God, you’re fucking incredible.” He said, making Y/N laugh.

“You are too K. We should have tried this sooo long ago.” She joked, looking up at him with her chin resting on his chest.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, but was probably five minutes. Eventually, his hands found her hips, wordlessly encouraging her to move up and off his dick so they could clean up. The wet sound and pop of them separating almost sent Kurtis into another horny fantasy, but he let her roll off of him and sit up. They went together into the bathroom, brushing teeth and cleaning themselves up.

The moment was so domestic despite their activities for the morning. He could see himself doing this every morning for the rest of his life. She was so perfect for him, and he was so perfect for her. He watched her run a warm washcloth over her face, her mouth stretching into a yawn. Her hand found a hickey he had left on the side of her bare breast, making her smile.

“You tired me out k, can we cuddle and doze for a little?” She asked, and he simply nodded.

“Then we gotta go get your stuff from Chris love.” He said, kinda hating the way chris’s name tasted on his tongue.

She sighed, and agreed, making her way back to the bed to lay down. He pulled her into his side, feeling her body relax back into sleep. He leaned down, planting a featherlight kiss on the crown of her head and the shell of her ear too. Kurtis had finally gotten what he wanted, his missing piece.

“Thank you, my love.”

[lil-melody-moon]

Hello luv <3

I just saw the song that you dedicated to your friend that is no longer with us. A beautiful song, my mum and dad love it. But what's also beautiful is that you remember her even now. It's real friendship <3

If you could tell Anja a few things now that she's gone, what would you tell her? What are some things that you should've told her but maybe you never did because you thought there's plenty of time ahead? Some places you'd like to show her? Some things you'd love to do with her? What is something that she told you or that she did that sticked with you and you still remember it? And something of hers that now that she's not here anymore, it brings tears to your eyes?

So many questions, I know, but I'm sensitive to the topic. I lost my best friend to suicide, and as much as I hate making assumptions, I feel like Anja did the same thing. Consciously or subconsciously, and I am so terribly sorry for that. I am asking you the same questions that I'd love to answer about my friend, beautiful questions, but I cannot do so, because the circumstances of her death remain unknown, so maybe connecting with you who maybe are going through the same thing might help, even if anonymously.

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Hello, dear 💜

I literally thought upon seeing this ask in notifications that you were about to fill me in on The Beach Boys song, but that I didn't expect at all. It wasn't a dedication, more like a immediate recall of her, because she loved "The Piper at The Gates of Dawn" and "The Gnome" was one of the songs she recommended me to listen to - Syd was the main writer of it, he was her favourite, of course she recommended me his song. If it comes to dedicating, I did that with a whole fic, because she helped me a ton with how to make it work and she enjoyed teasing me about Uncle Ernie.

Oh, I won't ever forget her. She was my bestie, no way I will show her out of my memory.

So many questions, oh God. Wait, let me answer them one by one.

If you could tell Anja a few things now that she's gone, what would you tell her?

I would definitely thank her for the year we've spend, it was a blast really. I wished for a friend who I could talk with each day and she appeared in my DMs a month later. Then I would call her an idiot for drinking this much while she already had a close call with death a few months ago, double the idiot because she fell into drug addiction - ya really can't do anything through text, not with an addict. And then I would probably tell her what happened after her death but I would rather focus on the good stuff. I would definitely tell her about the fic, heck, I'm sure she was reading it behind my back when I was writing it!

What are some things that you should've told her but maybe you never did because you thought there's plenty of time ahead?

I told her everything I wanted. Hah, I even warned her that if she keeps living like she did, she will end like Keith Moon. Ya know? I HATE being right.

Some places you'd like to show her?

Definitely Poland and the place I live in. She loved Poland and our culture. I even was sending her photos of my place almost each day. Didn't send one because she deleted her account.

Some things you'd love to do with her?

Hang out, visit her, listen to music together, probably get drunk together - I'm not drinking, but she said she would make me - be stupid, dance, laugh, tease each other etc etc etc.

What is something that she told you or that she did that sticked with you and you still remember it?

I remember a lot of things. From the evenings we were chatting and being stupid, when I was supporting her, when we both teased each, wrote fics and scenarios for each other. One thing that stuck out happened a few weeks before she disappeared from tumblr. She thanked me for being her friend, telling me that she never had such a friend. Only later did I realise it was her goodbye. It still hurts.

And something of hers that now that she's not here anymore, it brings tears to your eyes?

It's not a thing I can hold, it's the general feeling of missing her. You know, when you feel that empty part inside you that someone is not here. It's something like that.

The only things I have from her are the fanfics she wrote and I have them saved all on my pc. Will never delete them.

I'm very sorry for your loss, but I think Anja didn't commit suicide. She took too many pills that had to help her get out of her addictions and she was found dead in her bed *looks at Keith on my pfp* I hate being right, fuck, I hate it so fucking much.

You don't know what happened to your friend? Christ, this is even worse, having a friend who disappears one day and never comes back, I'm so sorry *offers a big hug*

[scheodingers-muppet]

in honor of speak now tv about to drop, im bringing back my stranger things taylor song casting. i wrote a lot of this on my phone after listening to the album so apologizes for grammar errors or anything

mine: ronance, from Nancy's POV. Careless man's careful daughter. Sitting there by the water mirroring the boat scene. You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded. In the music video, we see the couple fighting when things get tough outside of the relationship, which we've also seen Nancy do, both when she was struggling with Barb and fighting with Jonathan when dealing with sexism from her job.

sparks fly: lumax. Max is the rainstorm, Lucas the house of cards. "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but for you, I know it's no good"

back to december: stancy; but just Nancy apologizing for how things ended, not them getting back together. "that night" not just being the Halloween fight but her cheating on him. I think she would feel bad about how things ended and I really want them to talk everything out in season 5. Plz. Also the line, "I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile...how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry" Obv with the tan skin and smile, but I hc that after Nancy told Steve what happened to Barb, he held her while she cried

speak now: byler, from Will's pov. Not in a literal wedding sense (though that might make a fun fic...) but more of Mike asking Will for advice about El and Will just finally coming clean. Maybe it doesn't go great and he doubles down with El and it causes some tension or maybe the roles are reversed and Mike comes clean then panics and doubles down and Will is trying to get him back

dear john: Joyce about Lonnie. I hate this man.

mean: El about Angela. Imagine if before the roller skate incident, she confided in Joyce and she told her to just confront her with her words, ya know? Like just call her out for being mean. Then when that doesn't work, she thinks, "well, what would Hopper tell me? Gotta fight back." Makes my heart melt

the story of us: Mike and El, from El’s pov. I just really feel like El would use story tails and romance stories, etc. to compare love to. This song to the letter fight just... ugh.

never grow up: Nancy. First verse to Holly, how she knows what's ahead, both in terms of alternate dimensions and being a teenage girl. She doesn't want her to have to deal with either of the two, just to stay little while she can. Second verse to Mike, seeing him start to become more of an adult and secretly missing her annoying kid brother. (brings more punch to the line “all your little brothers favorite songs”) Third verse takes place after she graduates, moving for school. Her night light mentioned in the verse was her graduation/farewell present from Holly, who says she's a big girl now and doesn't need it.

enchanted: elmax! From Max's POV. Imagine the second verse is them having a sleepover, playing truth or dare. I also love the use of referencing the story tail love metaphor again

better than revenge: stommy; Tommy singing about Nancy. idk it’s the closest I could get.

innocent: Steve and Nancy. First verse is about Nancy (lost your balance on a tight rope, lost your mind trying to get it back. wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you. , second about Steve. bonus points if you imagine them singing this to each other (not in a romantic way)

haunted: lumax (I’m sorry) Lucas begging for her to come back after her attack. Trying to move on and be happy but he can’t get over her. the chorus too, “somethings gone terribly wrong” “your eye’s gone cold” the bridge too “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” you can also imagine it as like, she lives but can’t face the party without thinking about what happened too

last kiss: stancy / mike and el (parallel!) I think I’m gonna write up a post about all the parallels I see in the characters and dynamics, but I really love this one. Steve being El and Nancy being Mike. The Wheelers having severe issues with love (specifically saying the word) and hurting those who are head over heel for them. I see this from all of their perspectives, switching based off the lines. first verse is mileven (the plane line, “sit on the floor wearing your clothes” we’ve seen El wear clothes from pretty much everyone in the party) the second verse is stancy from Nancy’s pov (life of the party, “i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did” listing things he did she loved without saying “i love you”) bridge is rapid fire switching. “so I’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep” mike (bylers take a lot of family photos; i can imagine him seeing her in photos will sends) “i feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe” steve “and i’ll keep up with our old friends just you ask them how you are” el “i hope it’s nice where you are…it’s a beautiful day” nancy (i think she feels bad for how things ended)

long live: the whole party. they deserve to feel like hero’s and royalty after everything they’ve been though. i desperately need to find an edit to this

ours: Steddie. the town hates eddie atm and would probably not take well to king steve dating him. the lines “i love the riddles that you speak” and “any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored” i can also see lumax, but this is just such a light hearted song to me so i didn’t want to compare it to the racism we’ve seen be thrown at lucas and his relationship

superman: jopper. i love the idea of joyce hyping him up as her superman. also based on my parents (my dad was a first responder and this song always made me think of them for the “saving the world” aspect) “he’s not all bad like his reputation” i’m ignoring the sad parts and just focusing on the “go be a superhero, i’ll be here when you get back”

electric touch: steddie. eddie’s taylor, steve is patrick. “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life” “got a history of stories ending sadly” (eddie) “everytime i tried for love, it fell apart” (steve)

when emma falls in love: robin. i have no real proof, it just reminds me of her. i love the image of steve saying all of this about her ❤️❤️ (obvs pronouns change and stuff)

i can see you: steddie (it’s a very steddie coded album, leave me alone) from steve’s pov, talking about how he’s always had a crush on eddie and always noticed him but it breaks eddie’s brain fhat king steve has a crush on him

castles crumbling: steve angst time. talking about his “fall from social grace” and how he lost everything, both in terms of reconciling what he lost from being a jerk as king steve and what he lost when he was dethroned

foolish one; byler. “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love” “it’s delicate but i’ll try my best to seem bulletproof” “maybe someday when we’re older this is something we’ll laugh about” “you haven’t written me or called” “i’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get your ring”

timeless; jopper. soul mates for real

[tobiasdrake]

Finally, we're off this spire. To Brisk!

hahahahahaha this is fine hahahaha

HAHAHAHAHA I'm not terrified you're terrified shut up I will push you off this lift it has no guardrails HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

He could sneeze and send us to Jupiter.

WELL I'M GLAD YOU'RE HAPPY THEN

I think I hate this island? Yeah. Yeah, I hate this island. When do we get to go home to our bird-wardened prison village?

A swim? The hell do you mean by--

...so they built a lift to bring us part of the way but couldn't be arsed to come up with any better method for the next stretch of road than swimming for dear life.

Man, trade between the Molekin and Brisk must suck. This is not conducive to transporting cartloads of goods from one city to the other.

It's gorgeous here, don't get me wrong. It's just. Also. Terribly inconvenient for shipping.

And what the hell happened here? Should I be alarmed by a demolished ruin of a home lying on the path to Brisk? Because I am. I am alarmed by this.

There's even a Solstice Warrior vault in the backyard. Was this one of ours? Because it's been abandoned for so long that it's now overrun with crystal pests. The worst kind of pests, because you try to swat them and the crystals jab into your hand.

Granted, we're only keeping ancient wisdom and not a sealed-off eldritch horror here, but still. "Fuck it; burn the house down and let the beetles have it!" is not a very professional way of handling archival.

Also, that scroll has a combo move for me and Garl on it, so I'm doubly offended that nobody gave a single solitary shit about preserving this knowledge. Garl's my bestie!

At long last, we arrive in the port town of Brisk! Pretty decent size, too. I'm sure we can find a ship here.

And here we've got a crew! Finally, we can get off this shithole of an isl-- Is that guy wearing two separate eyepatches?

HE IS

He is wearing double eyepatches

What a clown! I'm going to get along well with these people.

Are you the Captain? Because that would be an amazing way of introducing yourself as the Captain if you were.

Yolande Service Fortwal. Nice to meet you. I don't think I even have a last name so I'm super jealous that you get three.

Also, loving the octopus bandana. Really brings the whole pirate look together.

Oh! The Vespertine. Teaks knows all about that. The tragic tale of a ship that was inexplicably already a ghost ship, lost to an eternal nightmare sea because the captain decided to be a huge piss-baby over his navigator wanting more out of life.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind taking a side-quest there. We have Ambiguous Length of Time until the eclipse so I'm sure we can squeeze that in.

Oh hey, are you the time/space assassin that was spying on us? Cool, maybe we don't have to fight each other. I thought for sure we were going to have to fight each other.

There is no way in hell I am ever going to be able to pronounce your name correctly. Which, as a means of forcing people to respectfully use your formal title, is a clever trick.

I might have to steal that. I am no longer Valere; You will all refer to me as God-Empress Vâe'léeùrà'aê, Supreme Lady of the Moon.

Oh, is it oversized? I thought he just liked bare-chesting around. It's a very pirate thing to do, so I didn't even question it.

Does every ship employ a wind mage? Do... do people just not know how to use natural wind to sail? Is that an art lost to time or... or never discovered...?

We should probably keep an eye on Patches. Wind mage starting shit is how the Vespertine went down. I'm putting on my skepticals.

I'm watching you, Patches.

Oh, there's actually a reason for it. I figured he was just a dork.

I'm a little disappointed by that.

...okay, no, he is a dork. That circles all the way back around to dork. He is a dork. He casts dork magic.

Hang on. So the wager is that if we win, you'll take us to Wraith Island without doing your side quest, but if you win, we have to do your side quest. Why not just put the side quest on the table as the payment for the ride? Why are we wagering when we could just barter?

You mean a bet. A deal would be a trade of side quest for transport. You want to make a bet for some reason.

But okay. Whatever. Garl wants to head over there and learn cooking secrets too so I guess we have no choice but to--

CATCH 40 FISH IN THE LOCAL POND.

YAHOO I'M A PIRATE ADVENTURER! SHIVER ME HATCHES! BATTEN THE MEN! BLOW THE TIMBERS DOWN!

[anamoon63]

Sims Say the Darnest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs.

Thank you my dear @nocturnalazure for this question, it was so much fun to answer! 🥰

FROM MY THE CHO BROTHERS GAMEPLAY

Terence: Mhm, and do you want me to get rid of her the old-fashioned way, or Terry the Terrible’s way? Dale: Whatever you think is best, just please, please, don’t let it involve bloodshed, okay? Terence: Doesn’t sound like fun to me, but okay, we’ll do it your way.

.....

Terence: Now I need some information about the victim… oops, sorry, I mean, about the girl. You know, name, waist, breast and hip sizes? Dale: Terry, come on… Terence: Easy, bro, I’m just kidding. Why do you have to be so damn serious about everything?

(The Cho Brothers, December 07, 2021)

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Kelly: So - we finally see each other. Riley: Unfortunately, yes. Kelly: Yeah, I hate to see you too, but there's something I have to tell you. Riley: You have something to tell me? What would that be? Kelly: It's two things, actually. The first, I'm glad you're leaving this dorm at last. And the second…

Kelly: Don't you DARE come near MY boyfriend again, YOU HEAR ME?

(The Cho Brothers, September 26, 2022).

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Dale: Can we stop talking about Terry and focus on business? Kelly: Do you even talk about anything else?

Dale: Sure, I talk about bars, and sex too. Kelly: Sex, of course. How could I forget? That’s what the Cho brothers are all about, sex and money, in that order.

(The Cho Brothers, November 24, 2021 post).

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FROM MY TIME TRAVELER STORY:

Julliette: So, I'll tell you only this: whatever is going on with your DNA, whatever you are, I don't care. I'll still love you whether you're a vampire, a werewolf or whatever." Robin: "A werewolf? Come on Jul," he grinned. Juliette blushed. Juliette: "It may sound silly, but love you and I'll never leave you, no matter what kind your DNA is." Robin: "I love you too, dear. And it's not silly at all, in fact it's lovely, and a relief to hear that from you".

Juliette: "I - wouldn't mind if you were an alien either". Robin: "Really? Most people are terrified of aliens." Juliette: "Not me. And I'd still love you if you were one". Robin: "Hm. that's… good to know."

(Time Traveler, Episode 209. Hinting the Truth)

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Dustin: Of course, I’m not saying that Oasis Landing is the only place with nonsense laws, I just thought that in the future humans would be more like… free. Robin: Oh, we are, but in the book of the Council two children are more than one man can handle. And if you have them by the forbidden method, the infraction is double.” Dustin: Forbidden method, that blows my mind, I mean, I know Oasis Landing families who certainly didn’t ‘engineered’ their children. My parents, for instance, and Judith’s.” Robin: Because they’re privileged citizens. If you’ve worked for the Council like Mr. Planeson, your family enjoys a lot of benefits other people can’t even dream of having.”

Dustin: So, in the future everything pretty much remains the same: the rich and powerful have all the good stuff and the common people stay poor as ever”.

(Time Traveler, Episode 159. Privileges).

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Ok those where more than five characters, lol.

I could go on and on, but I hope these quotes will do. I mean, my sims aren't too philosophical as to quote them, but I hope the things they say are at least entertaining. 😉

(For new readers who want to see more of the The Cho Brothers gameplay, you can to my #The Cho Brothers tag here in Tumblr, or to The Cho Brothers category on my WordPress Blog Los Sims de Ana If you're interested in my Time Traveler story, you can check it out on my blog too, via Categories for recent episodes, or in the Time Traveler tab of the menu at the top of the home page for past episodes).

[canary0]

May 24 - Dracula 2023

Via Discord

Lucy: MINA. MINA WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Mina: Are you okay?!

Lucy: I mean. Yes. But. Also no? I can’t.

Mina: Lucy, you need to slow down and tell me what happened.

Lucy: THREE PROPOSALS HAPPENED, MINA.

Mina: Wait, like… marriage proposals?

Lucy: YES.

Mina: … Okay, I need to hear the whole story. Oh! I bet I know two of them.

Lucy: Oh, you think so, hmm? Okay, what are your guesses?

Mina: That man you were talking about being in love with, and the doctor who was saying weird stuff about you being an interesting psych study. That sounds like awkward guy-ese for “I want to get to know you better.”

Lucy: Clever. Yes! I can’t believe it! It’s wonderful! But also terrible, because I had to disappoint two of them… Oh, but don’t tell anyone! You know how some of the girls can be. They’d be expecting six proposals as soon as they got home.

Mina: Of course I won’t say anything. So, give me all the gory details.

Lucy: Okay, well… You can’t tell anyone. Absolutely not a single soul except for Jonathan, because you tell him everything. I know I would do the same, so that’s completely fine. But you and him can’t tell anyone. Okay?

Mina: Lucy. I promise on my honor and very soul that I won’t speak a word of this to anyone except Jonathan. I swear.

Lucy: All right… I trust you. So, the first one was just as you said – Dr. Seward, from the Asylum. He played at being calm, but it was obvious how nervous he was. He was playing with a lancet of all things, Mina. I mean, they’re so tiny that I don’t think they can do horrendous harm, but anything sharp like that still makes me nervous.

Mina: Wow. I expect a little more responsibility from a doctor.

Lucy: That’s probably just how nervous he was. He told me that, while we hadn’t known each other long, he truly cared about me and wanted me to be part of his life. He stopped quickly, because I had started crying – I couldn’t help myself! He seemed so earnest, and you know how I feel about Arthur.

Mina: Yes, of course.

Lucy: He asked if we could potentially see each other at least, see where things go, but all I could do was shake my head. I think he got the idea; he asked if I was taken, and I nodded.

Mina: Did he get weird about it?

Lucy: He was so nice about it. He did his best to smile and took my hands, and told me very seriously that he hoped I would have all the happiness in the world, and he’d be proud to call himself my friend if I needed one.

Lucy: Mina, even if it turns out we never see each other again, it means so much that he responded like that. I know that’s probably what the actual outcome will be, but still. I hope we can be friends. Even though I’m happy, I feel terrible, too. It’s so obvious he was heartbroken.

Mina: Oh, sweetheart…

Lucy: Yeah… Oh, I’ll be back soon, Arthur’s here.

Mina: Go on, let him cheer you up. :)

[Later]

Lucy: I’m back!

Mina: You seem like you’re in better spirits. :)

Lucy: I am. Arthur has that effect. :D

Lucy: SO!

Mina: SO! Tell me about suitor #2.

Lucy: Suitor number 2 would be Mr. Quincey P. Morris. He’s an American from Texas, and I swear he can’t be any older the I am, but he’s apparently been quite the traveler in that time. Apparently he’s had quite a few adventures, too – if a girl were looking for the strong protector type, he’d be it. He has manners worthy of meeting the Queen… or King now, I suppose, strange thought as it is… but he realized pretty early on that it made me laugh when he’d go full Texas., so he presented his case with… and I need to quote here, because it is amazing:

Lucy: “Miss Lucy, I know I ain’t good enough for ya… though I suppose if you were to wait for someone to match up to you, you’d be waitin’ ‘til judgment day. Won’t you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?”

Mina: omg

Lucy: Right? I didn’t take him seriously at first, so he was a little easier to refuse. I joked back that ‘Oh dear, I just don’t know anything about hitching, nor am I broken to harness…’ Needless to say in the poshest way I could come up with to respond.

Mina: That’s the only way to do it.

Lucy: Exactly. But he said that he was worried I’d take it as a jest if he went too lighthearted, and started pouring his heart and soul out at my feet. I used to think he was all light-hearted, but this definitely was all seriousness. He seemed to come to the same point Dr. Seward did, and asked if I was actually in love with someone else, and I admitted I was again. He was really sweet about it, too, promising his friendship.

Mina: Oh, that’s lovely. I hope they stick to that promise.

Lucy: Well, I know he’s a friend of Arthur’s for sure, so I suppose I’m more likely to see him again to make it true. Either way, he took my hands and assured me that we were friends, and that he’d rather be late for me than on time for any other girl in the world. And that if the person who I love doesn’t end up seeing what he has, he’d have to deal with him.

Mina: So he got a little weird about it.

Lucy: A little weird, but it was in a sweet way, not an ‘I am worried I’m going to find him creeping around outside my window’ way.

Mina: Well, that’s good.

Lucy: As for the third – do I really need to tell you? As soon as he came in, his arms were around me and we were kissing before I knew it. FINALLY.

Mina: Oh, thank goodness. I thought he was never going to actually say the words.

Lucy: I was worried I was imagining things! He’s pretty reserved at times, so I suppose I understand. I’m just glad everything’s settled.

Mina: You keep good company. <3

Lucy: I’m fortunate to have such good company, including you. Speaking of lovers, though, any word from Jonathan?

Mina: … Kind of. Mr. Hawkins apparently received all the real estate documents a couple of weeks ago, and I got something from Jonathan a few days ago.

Lucy: Oh good! Did he finally get some reception and say when he’ll be back

Mina: No. It was snail mail of all things. It was snail mail of all things. He wrote Mr. Hawkins, too, the same way. You know how descriptive Jonathan can be and he just… he wrote like a robot, Lucy.

Lucy: That is weird. Jonathan can be… a lot. Mechanical doesn’t seem like his style.

Mina: Exactly. He’s staying in an old castle in the countryside, and he’s not describing everything about it and the surrounding area and interesting trees around. It’s weird.

Lucy: Maybe he was busy and didn’t have much time?

Mina: Maybe, but his work should be done, right? The paperwork is back. Did his client decide to take advantage of him and get him to do a bunch of other work while he’s handy? And he said he has to stay for a whole additional month!

Lucy: A month!

Mina: Yeah… I can’t say I’m happy about it. If it’s something he needs to do, it is what it is, but… I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.

Lucy: Oh, Mina… It’ll be okay. I’m sure his client was just impressed with how awesome he was at his job and started getting him to arrange the move.

Mina: Yeah… You’re probably right. It’s late, I need to get to bed.

Lucy: Okay. Sleep well. Try not to worry too much.

Mina: I will. And… CONGRATULATIONS! :D

Lucy: Thank you! <3

(Author's note forthcoming in another post. This one was a beast.)

[winterchimez]

Beast in the Beauty - Chapter 3

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader 

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

word count: 2,528

a/n: double update!! (chapter 4 is also out now 🙌) there is a scene where there’s graphic description of death, so i’ll put a 🌨️ right before in case you’d like to skip it.

series masterlist 

Both you and Eric rushed to the scene of the crime and you were surprised to see both Chief Ayden and Hyunjae already examining the body that was terribly mutilated.  

The constables wasted no time in sealing the area off to ensure no evidence was tampered with. As the both of you made way through the crowd and towards the body, it was truly a horrible sight to behold. 

🌨️ The crime was much more brutal than the previous. Not only was she ripped open, but her internal organs were extracted out and laid around the body. You gagged, but you tried your best to maintain your composure. Thankfully, Hyunjae was there and placed an arm around you to support. 

“I know it’s hard. If you’d like a time to calm down for a bit, that's totally fine with us.” 

Giving yourself a huff, you gently and slowly let Hyunjae’s arm off around you. “Thank you, I’ll be fine. It’s my job to deal with these after all, no matter how awful the crime may be.” 

It frustrates you how these young ladies had to go through such a horrible experience, and being a woman yourself you can’t help but to feel pathetic. You felt sick to your stomach, sorry even for these ladies to turn towards prostitution as a means to survive while you’re sitting in a privileged office surrounded by men whom you can trust, not ones who are only seeking pleasure with your body.

This time though, your mind immediately went straight to your friend, Selene. Because the victim who was lying on the ground in their own pool of blood, was her flatmate. 

You wasted no time running towards the brothel, urging Mrs Potts to let you meet your friend right this second. 

When you reached towards her room, sure enough, she was curled up like a fetus, crying a flood of tears. You stayed for at least a good 3 hours right by her side, while she clinged onto you for dear life. 

You knew how Ann Marie, the victim, meant so much to her. They got into the industry at the same time, been through hell and back multiple times together. They have always had each other's backs. In fact, you have somewhat convinced Ann Marie to look after Selene for you while you’re away busy with your job. She was like a sister to her.

After having some time to calm down, Selene then proposes an idea to you, one that you would turn down with no questions asked. She offered herself to impersonate as one of the prostitutes out in the dark alleys of Whitechapel in order to truly catch the killer in action. 

Knowing how dangerous it could be, you were reluctant to accept the offer. However, she then adds on a point that somehow convinces you a little.

“Bring one of your detective boys with me.”

“So who volunteers to be making out with the ladies in the middle of the night in the alleys?”

Eric announces out loud in the office, trying to convince anyone really who is willing to take on the job. To him, it was a win-win situation because hey, making out while patrolling the area in order to catch the killer? That’s multitasking at its best. Being the only woman and sane person, you had to whack Eric’s arms and wake the hard-ass mind of his. 

But there was some sort of truth and benefits with Selene’s idea. With detectives in disguise around the active areas where the killer takes part in fulfilling his fantasy, it increases the likelihood of you being able to catch the prepatrator this time. 

However, many men rejected the idea though, saying how they have a family at home and their wives would be pissed at them knowing that they’ve taken this job offer, even though it was only for work. And that includes Haknyeon, who recently got engaged with his partner whom he’s been with for 4 years. 

In the end, only a handful of detectives, mostly the younger ones who usually spend their nights down at the pub, volunteered to do the job. Eric being Eric, has voluntarily counted himself in from the very beginning. 

You just had to remind Eric one thing though, it’s Selene who gets to choose which one she wants to be with. 

The deal doesn’t happen until midnight, so you had some time to spare and went patrolling around the streets of Whitechapel, gathering potential evidence along the way of course. A few days have passed since the last case happened, and things have been quite busy around the office. 

You barely had time to yourself, making yourself pulled an all-nighter and going without much food. This was how you were, being all sucked up into a case so much that you ignored your basic necessities, especially when this was a relation to the cold case that happened decades ago. 

Haknyeon notices how in such bad form you were, and somehow convinces Chief Ayden to let you off just for the afternoon. You were even surprised that the chief actually accepted his proposal, but well, that’s Haknyeon for you. 

You take a moment to take in all of the events that have been going around Whitechapel lately as you take a stroll along the streets. You can’t help but to feel a sense of gloominess as you couldn’t believe how things have changed in this district that you basically grew up in all these years. It still pains you how many, especially women and children, who were still living in poverty, and you wished you had the ability to release all of them from their misery. 

You suddenly reminisce back in the days, where you passed by the street where you and your family once resided. You were poor, and your father barely had the expenses to feed the entire family at least a meal a day. 

But after years of sacrifice and efforts, he managed to secure a simple job of being the clerk of your local police station. It took years for him to finally be able to achieve the detective title, but he sadly passed only a few years later as he succumbed to his tuberculosis. 

Your mother on the other hand, has done everything to support you as much as she could, and kept you safe too. Both her and your father were definitely against the idea of you following your father’s footsteps as the police force was nowhere for a female to be at. 

After your father’s death, you somehow managed to convince your mother to continue your father’s legacy. It was years until she had finally given up and accepted your determination.  

You had finally gotten the detective position when you were 24, but your mother sadly wasn’t here to see it. Ever since then, you’ve been alone, trying by all means to survive on your own. But as you had Selene and Eric by your side, things seemed a little better even during the most tumultuous times.

As you walked past your former place of residence, you locked your eyes on the brunette that was walking right into your direction. 

You waved your hands in excitement while looking at the male, and he responded the same way and he closed the distance. 

Hyunjae was away for a few days, having to return back to Scotland Yard to fill in the details to his superior. The male jokes about how he has not been able to eat and rest properly, and that he was dying from hunger and exhaustion. Seeing this as an opportunity, you offered the idea of hanging out at one of the nearby cafes that you often go to whenever you have a chance to have a lunch break away from the station.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, you’re a saviour”. Hyunjae tries to babble as he continuously stuffed his mouth with the multiple amounts of pastries that he ordered on a whim. You can’t help but to laugh, earning a growl from the male.

“Hey it’s not funny, I have been starving for days.” 

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at his remark. “It just amuses me how you have times where you’re absolutely hilarious, because you somehow paint me the picture that you’re a dependable and serious person when you do your job.” 

“And that’s why many find me attractive. I believe you’re on the same page too, no?”

You almost choked on your coffee. Seriously, does this man live on drugs or something? Why does he have to make such flirty comments every time you try to have a proper friendly conversation with him. 

Oh how your heart somehow enjoys these unexpected moments. 

“Well.. I mean.. You’re one of a kind, I guess.” You mumbled, not really wanting the individual to fully catch on what you’ve just said. But you know that will never be the case especially when his speciality is reading other people as part of his job.

“I like that Y/N. Of how genuine you can be. It still amazes me that you’re a detective, and of how far you’ve gotten. You really are impressive.” 

Not wanting to further deepen the red flushed tomato look on your face, you quickly cleared your throat and tried to change the topic, more specifically towards him. 

“So, how did the reports go back in Scotland Yard?” 

“Not much, just the usual.” He shrugged. “Though I must truly thank you for the breakthrough we’ve had with the case with your friend Selene.” 

At that moment, Hyunjae suddenly paused his gobbling spree as he now positions himself up straight on his chair and lays his crossed arms onto the table.  

“If I may ask though.” He paused, trying to read your facial expressions to see if it was alright to continue on with the topic. “How did you get to know Selene, I mean. I don’t wanna be rude, but y’know, since the both of you are in two totally different industries.” 

“No, of course not. I always get that impression a lot, and so does Selene. Well, to start off, we were neighbours at one point when we were kids. But both of us had a very different upbringing.” 

“I supposed it has something to do with Selene’s parents that drove her down to this line of work?” 

“Her mother was a prostitute as well, it was the only way for her to be able to provide for both of them and have a roof to live in. She never knew who her father was, and neither did her mother.” 

Taking a sip of your hot coffee, you continued. “I guess my mother also took the initiative to take care of Selene when her mother was away for work, as she can be gone for days even up to a week at times. Time passed and both of our mothers began to look out for each other, and so did the both of us as well.” 

With that, you’ve earned a smile plastered across the brunette’s face. “Well, I must say I am delighted to hear that Selene has gotten the help and support she needed since young, and I admire her for taking this path. Of course, not to say prostitution is a glamorous job, but these women are some of the toughest ones alive in this day and age. Sacrificing so many to provide for their loved ones, that’s a lot to shoulder on.” 

“I agree. But sometimes I just can’t help it but to feel bad for where I am now.” You sighed and gave Hyunjae a somewhat dejected look. 

Hyunjae was surely puzzled with what you’ve said as he did not expect such an answer to come out from you at all. “Why do you say that when you clearly have such an amazing job right now?”

“That’s the thing. The fact that I’m sitting in a well-maintained office and surrounded by people that makes me feel safe and comfortable whereas the other girls are out in the streets where everyday is like a battle to them. Like I wished they had a better environment to be in to earn money, and I would do anything to trade with them. That does not mean I condone adultery but you get the idea.” You clearly had to add on the last sentence to prove your point. 

Hyunjae then places the coffee that he was sipping down onto the table and leans slightly closer towards you. “Well, that’s why we exist, Y/N. We’re here to improve the law and help the citizens to have a better upbringing and life.” 

It was then Hyunjae then placed one of his palms on your hand that was seemingly resting on the table, which resulted you in having butterflies in your stomach. 

“And I’ll add on that I’m proud of where the police force has gotten at this point in time. We’re changing, improving for the better, to be able to help the people we care and are in need. As a police officer, I am proud of where I am now, and I hope you feel the same way too Y/N, because I sure do see the passion in your eyes and how you’re doing your very best in making a difference each day.” 

Wow. Just wow. You were stunned. Is this how profilers are so good in choosing their words of speech to the people they interact with on a daily basis? Because you sure are hypnotized by his words. You never knew that he could’ve said such comforting words even though you both have not begun working as partners for long, and now you’re damn sure and glad that he’s the one Scotland Yard sent for the cold case unit. 

“T-thank you, Hyunjae. I mean.” You stammered, and quickly cleared your throat to continue on. “Nobody has ever said something like that to me, and I’m grateful to have heard from your perspective.” 

Hyunjae has obviously found your shy demeanor adorable, wanting to tease you a bit more, he decided to cup your hand with both of his now. 

“Not at all partner, I’m glad to be able to help in any way I can.” 

Before you could get distracted, you again tried to quickly change the topic back to something else to distract yourself for a bit, while also pulling your hand away from his grasp if you do not wish to explode right in front of him any moment now. 

“Now that I have shared some parts of my stories, I think it’s fair for you to do the same, no?” 

He chuckled. “Aren’t you a sly woman yourself?” 

Instead of telling you his side of the story, Hyunjae then stood up from his chair. “Sure I’d tell you, but that will have to wait.”

He then gestures to the clock right behind the cafe counter.

“It’s time for us to get back to the office if you don’t wanna hear Chief Ayden’s grumblings. Also, it’s time for us to buckle up for tonight’s deal.”

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