#little-gg-in-a-sweater

[dourpeep]

damn I never realized how much I missed the comforting toxicity of ow sdhfoiehfi

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

[phaerlax]

divining the Presence of Kuya in my fics

Despite having written many NU:C fics, it seems I've only written 01 (one) singular story in which Kuya appears as a character. But I know I keep bringing the mf up... to what extent, though? I decided to figure out exactly how and how much. These are my findings 🔎

Familiar Succor (Eiden/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. While pondering the idea of chastity devices, Eiden thinks back to times when Kuya cursed his dick.

Brithday boy birthday toy (Eiden/Blade)

🦊 Kuya detected. Eiden's brief teasing of Blade is described as 'Kuya-brand cruelty' by the narration.

Instructions unclear, (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Eiden mentions that Kuya has left; then he thinks of Kuya as he explains that bites don't bother him anymore; then he mentions Kuya spanking him whilst praising Karu for his endurance.

Familiar Feast (Morvay et al)

❌ Kuya-free! (as of yet)

Observations on [...] automaton (Blade/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Vulpine Clemency (Kuya/Karu)

🦊 Kuya actually present.

Solaria's finest vintage (Dante/Aster)

❌ Kuya-free!

Presents came early (Eiden et al)

❌ Kuya-free! (as of yet)

Wet weather wolf sweater (Eiden/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Reunion (Eiden/Aster/Morvay)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Indulgence (Eiden/Aster)

🦊 Kuya detected. Huey talks about how Kuya didn't keep some monsters distracted as well as he should.

Familiar Recompense (Quincy/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. Quincy assumes that a fleeing poacher meant Kuya when he screamed about an 'invisible devil'.

Observations on [...] Serpent's scion (Yakumo/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Remorse (Eiden/Aster/Morvay)

❌ Kuya-free!

Exiguous observations [...] (Rin/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Gluttony, pride, lust [...] (Olivine/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. In the omake, Garu suggests to Olivine that they ask Kuya to punish Karu.

Solarian tanning (Eiden/Dante)

🦊 Kuya detected. Upon being spanked into subspace, Eiden narrates himself as Kuya's little vixen. He also says Dante should talk to Kuya more while slutsplaining kink to him. (He also narrates that 'not even Kuya had hit him there' when Dante lands a smack on his cleft. Gg Dante)

Warm bubbles wolf snuggles (Eiden/Garu)

🦊 Kuya detected. While expressing the desire to be bitten and marked, Garu tattles that Karu loves it when Kuya does it. Eiden also complains that Kuya didn't put enough effort into his Leopard Eiden disguise when he marvels at the sensitivity of Garu's ears and tail.

Dealing with darlinglessness~ (Blade/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Warden slander wolf Commander (Eiden/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Knightly mix-up wolf elixir (Eiden/Karu/Edmond)

🦊 Kuya detected. It is implied that Kuya was the one who gave Karu the idea to sex pollen Eiden.

Slave number one, rub [...] (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. As the fic ends, Karu narrates his excitement about telling Kuya of his 'progress' in taming Eiden.

A Matter of Size (Quincy/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Karu compares Quincy's dick to Kuya's. He also thinks of Kuya spanking him when he mistakenly thinks Quincy is about to do the same.

Puppy Snack (Aster/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Master, do you have another [...] (Eiden/GaruKaru)

❌ Kuya-free!

Wolven Spat (Garu/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

That same moon (Eiden/Garu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Garu mentions Kuya and Dante as people whom they love but can't always be around.

Delectably presented (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. The fic implies that Eiden uses the word 'slick' as a noun because he heard it from Kuya.

Tail grab grudge match (Karu/yokai)

🦊 Kuya detected. Karu thinks about him a lot as he tries to cope with the abuse, the bird yokai also mention him. The tanuki references him at the end.

Master's Gift, [...] (Eiden/GaruKaru/Aster/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. Morvay mentions that Karu walking on heels looks a lot like Kuya (until Karu starts voguing)

Observations on the interplay [...] (Eiden/Yakumo/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Round and colorful and [...] (Blade/GaruKaru)

🦊 Kuya detected. In response to Blade playing with his ears and asking if it's okay because Karu doesn't have a master like Garu, Karu thinks of Kuya.

Pillow humping to assert dominance (Eiden/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Wolven Clash (Garu/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Post-Workout Nutrition (Morvay/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Morvay narrates that Karu shaves himself for Kuya.

CONCLOOSIONS

I have written a lot of NU:Carnival fanfic holy shit this took longer than I thought it would take when I had the procrastinative idea

The Mark of the Fox is upon 18 of my fics. I have written 35, so that makes for more than 50%. But he only actually appears in 01.

Kuya/Karu is extremely canon to anything I write.

I have a lot of fun having Eiden use Kuya as a touchstone for all things kinky.

I need to actually write more kuyaru!!! Which reminds me: Kuyaru Week plug boom

(Bonus bit: there will be Kuya mentions in my Rei zine fic lol. And for the July exchange, I'm actually going to write Kuya/Quincy/GaruKaru! In addition to whatever I do for Kuyaru week, the number of actual kuyafics by Phaerlax will grow... not that the bastard needs any more representation on ao3, but oh well. The kink it calls to me)

[jrueships]

GG'S DAD'S REACTION TO HIM MAKING A 3 😭😭 HES THE GUY STANDING IN THE STANDS WEARINF THE GREY SWEATER THAT SAYS 'COLUMBIA' AND BLUE JEANS and also there's a little kid trying to peek around him so he can see 😭 and ggs dad doesn't give a shit lol

[firsttarotreader]

Little style note, the hermes fit looked so good on him for what we saw, so why did they put him in that sweater for the GG? I've got to say, Fabio was way better at styling him. Plus where are his curls?? I love his hair slicked back, don't get me wrong but I prefer his natural look the most!!

Fabio’s looks were better than Julie’s in my opinion but he wasn’t WAY better either. Just a bit better. And I hate the slicked back hair, it makes him look greasy and older because she slaps too much product in it.

[thefoxlady]

I was listening to Dangerous ASMR's Female Vampire x Listener stuff one day (don't ask why) and thought up of Great Great Grandma Riddle being a vampire for some reason. And now you have to read this. Here's an edit to go along with it.

(She's a little pale because she's vampire, lack of sunlight, y'know?)

Vampire!Great Great Grandma Riddle Headcanons:

·She became a vampire when one night a woman who was a friend of hers got hungry and attacked her.

·She mostly feeds off of wild animals, but she would feed off of Great Great Grandpa Riddle because she loves the taste of his blood, it tastes like sweet honey according to her.

·She rarely goes outside but when she does she'll wear an enchanted item to protect her from sunlight, like her star necklace in her painting.

·She wears colored eye contacts to hide her red eyes, she wears necklaces or her turtleneck sweater to hide the bite marks her friend caused.

·She met Great Great Grandpa Riddle when she was looking for an animal to feed on, he was doing some research on a cave containing vampire bats.

·She tends to get flirty towards Great Great Grandpa Riddle, making him a blushing mess.

·Since she's immortal, she outlived most of the Riddle Family generations, she unfortunately had to watch her husband die before her.

·Her son and the future generations are Dhampirs, a half human half vampire hybrid. (This isn't really a headcanon but I thought I'd share this info)

·She keeps an eye on the new generation, specifically Xavier and Yadina. To protect them from danger.

I had this discussion on the XRATSM Discord with @Sean22die, he said I had jungle fever for GG Grandma Riddle x GG Grandpa Riddle, to be fair I want to see some GGGMA Riddle x GGGPA Riddle fan art/fanfics.

[kmjcngins1]

@tcemint​​

Happy Valentine’s, Sugar!

This V-Day feels..much more special than previous ones we’ve spent together, you know? We’re married, and we have the littlest Valentine on the way, just waiting to make her appearance soon, which I can’t wait for. I’m so excited to see you in this new role as a father, I know you’re going to be the best daddy our little girl could’ve ever asked for. Thank you for always inspiring me, for always helping me push forward and making me feel so..insanely loved in the process. I dunno if I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all of it, and all of the things you do for our family. We love and cherish you, Taeminnie. Always will too, since you’re not getting rid of us! 

P.S - you’re hot, can I see your butt as a Valentine’s present? xoxo

Forever yours,

Jongin.

Some forever roses from Venus ET Fleur.

A Love Letters candle from homesick, and this candle is handpoured and scented to fill your home with lovely memories.

GG Matelassé medium duffle bag from Gucci, for all the little travels we’re going to have this year!

Along with some clothing items,

This tie is for later~

Along with these to wear too. Call me selfish, but you did always look stunning in lace, baby.

A William Modal Robe, embroidered with KTM.

Palm Angels hoodie along with a sweater.

Finally, a couple of pieces from Chopard. The watch is also engraved with the dates of both of our weddings, for a little extra special touch.

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[pesterloglog]

John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 5, page 2887

EB: what is this thing, anyway??

EB: and why is it blocking your transporter?

GG: it is some sort of terrible creature my grandpa hunted

GG: he called it the typheus minion

GG: i always hated it!

EB: typheus?

EB: like the web browser?

GG: i guess so

GG: it is probably a coincidence though

EB: hmm, i don't know...

EB: if you think numbers always mean something, why wouldn't browser names?

GG: yeah maybe.....

GG: i guess it would make sense for someone to name a really awful web browser after such a hideous monster

EB: wow, you sure do hate that thing!

GG: well sorry, i just found it sort of a weird and creepy thing to grow up with!

EB: i think it is pretty cool.

EB: and he is actually sort of cute to be honest, :p

GG: :p!!!!!!

EB: oh, and screw you, typheus is an awesome browser!

EB: it is old school.

GG: joooohhhhhn, it is so crappy

EB: typheus is the best and that's really all there is to say on the matter.

GG: YEAH RIGHT

GG: now is obviously not the best time to have the argument about whose browser is better....

GG: but really john you should upgrade to echidna, its so much nicer

GG: after you upgrade your clunky old computer of course :P

GG: maybe when i am in the game, i can give you one of mine!

EB: oh please.

EB: i will have you know, miss fancy computer dork...

EB: that i DID upgrade my computer.

GG: oh???

EB: yes, you are talking to the proud owner of a brand new BILL COSBY COMPUTER, ok?

GG: :O

EB: it is a stylish laptop in the shape of none other than bill cosby, the comedy LEGEND himself.

GG: omg

EB: he is looking a little sly, and fatherly, and he is wearing a sweater, and he is bill cosby.

EB: i made it with my alchemiter.

GG: john that is incredible

GG: i cant wait to make stuff like that!!!!!!

GG: except...

GG: all my awesome stuff exploded with my room :(

EB: then you will just have to make lots of NEW awesome stuff!

GG: yay!!!

EB: ok hold that thought, im going to yank this stupid monster off of the thing.

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

for the ask game: 9 and 10! i love costume discussion

Thank you for humoring me!!! :') I love costume talk, too, and think the choices in GG are surprisingly thoughtful and so so in-character.

9. fave lorelai outfit

Wow, a huge question. Posting a top 5!!!

My top favorite might just be this look from S2's Lost and Found - with and without the pretty coat. Lorelai looks so chic in a black turtleneck and I love her rocking the gams and knee-high boots. This outfit just screams late 90s classy cool girl to me.

I am a vow-renewal-dress defender. I mean... come on. The color is so so stunning on her and... awoooooga is putting it mildly.

Obsessed with the slutty suit set from the 2nd episode - I do a spit take on rewatches because it's so much shorter than anything else she ever wears lol

Lorelai wears this dress a couple times in S4 and even owns it in another colorway. Again, she's gorge in blue, it fits her like a glove, and looks surprisingly contemporary.

Also love this cute look from AYITL! I guess I just love when my girl gets out of the jeans and shows off those mile-long legs.

10. fave rory outfit

Rory's style is less my thing - I was a girl with a similar vibe at the time, so most of her fashion choices feel very mundane and dated to me - they're PERFECT for her though and I love how normal they are. I really do think this show nailed wardrobe so well - Rory dresses exactly the way a bookish girl who doesn't care too much about what she wears but still cares a little bit would dress. And she goes on the exact right hair and wardrobe journey along with her different eras, clearly being most influenced by Lorelai and Lane's cool trendy vibes when she was younger, then choosing more practical comfort during her off-time in the Chilton uniform years, experimenting a bit at Yale, then transforming into preppy money world as she falls in with Logan's crowd and her grandparents in S6-7.

Shout out of course to iconic big chunky sweater - iconic big chunky sweater we love you.

I love skirt + tights Rory - she has more of a grungy look in the first couple of episodes and then has a very cute east coast collegiate phase in S4 (before the preppy Logan phase takes over barf).

Honorable mention to this quirky S5 sweater!

[nat-the-sleepyeth]

Fireworks

pairing: König x reader

warning: just a lil bit spicy in the end, and a bit of gg translated German so it might be shite.

summary: you invited König over to watch fireworks, and it got a bit too cold.

word count: 1700-ish

(A/N: my second writing ever hohoho let's go, and happy new year >:D)

11:36 p.m.

You were sitting on the couch, looking at the clock on top of your TV in front of you. A bottle of cola in your hand is half full. The sky is getting darker and darker every minute. He should have arrived five minutes ago. You can't stop worrying he will not come. No, he will be here. Just give him some time. You thought to yourself, maybe he got a little too excited and needs time to calm himself down.

König was standing at your front door for almost 15 minutes with a small potted African violet in his hand, not because he's worried if he came to the wrong house, there's no other house here for half a mile away. The man is trying to build enough courage to knock, should he text you that he's here first, or should he just knock before the plant goes stiff. Suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Y/N: Hey big man, are you lost?

Your text popped up on top of his screen, and he froze. Big man, huh. How could you keep finding nicknames to call him, and still every single one of it makes him blush. Before he could reply, another message from you popped up.

 

Y/N: It's okay if you change your mind, y’know. I'm not gonna be mad.

After seeing the text. He typed his reply as fast as he could, not wanting you to think that he stood you up. He'd never stood you up.

König: I'm at your door.

He heard a faint noise of stumbling, jumping, and running to the door. A clicking sound was heard and in the gap between the door, is your face. You were in your favorite sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. You look so cozy; it makes him kind of embarrassed because he’s in his black jacket and jeans like he’s taking you out or something.

“Oh wow, looking handsome tonight huh, big bear.” You were opening up the door to let him come in when your eyes locked on the small pot in his hands, you gasped. “König! You shouldn’t have,”

“I saw this at the shop and thought of you,” He handed you the plant. “At first I thought a bouquet of flowers would be nice, but it's not going to last long.”

“How thoughtful,” You reach out for the plant from him and gesture at him to come in. “c'mon, it's cold outside.”

König stepped into your humble little home. The smell of food hit his nose first thing. He eyed around your living room, then moved to the kitchen zone on the right. “Cozy, ich mag das.”

“Sorry?” You turned around and looked at him. It’s not unusual that he slipped some German in when he speaks, which you adore very much. However, your German sucks ass.

“I like it,” he said sitting down on the couch while you find a nice spot for your new little plant. After looking around for a solid minute, you decided to put it beside the window where the sunlight can reach it. König was looking at you while you put his small gift down with such care, in fact, he likes watching you move around in your big sweater. You look like a soft cuddly ball in his eyes.

“So, we have some time until midnight, want to eat something? I’ve put the pizza in the microwave, it should be ready now.”

“Sure,” The man walked up to you at the kitchen counter. “Need help?”

“Relax, Mr. Bear. I can do this, you’re my guest!” You gesture at him to go back to the couch.

Mr. Bear.

Mr. Bear.

Verdammt, get it together you silly man.

“I-I can’t just sit while you do all the work.” He stuttered.

“Well then, why don’t you go upstairs and tidy up the place for us?”

“Upstairs?”

“Yeah, we can watch the fireworks from there.”

He nodded silently, walking slowly up the stairs. Second level of the house is, for him, a private space. When you asked him to come, he didn’t think he’d have to come upstairs. König looks around and sees the balcony on the right side, the left side is the door to your room. How did he know that? Because the door is opened ajar. He couldn’t stop himself from looking into your room, despite knowing it’s not appropriate. In the small gap he can see your bed with a plushie on top of it. That’s all he sees before moving on to the balcony.

The balcony was already prepared, almost. You had a blanket down on the floor and a couple of bottles on top to prevent it from flying away. He lowered himself down on the blanket, soft wind blowing, sending a cold feeling onto his face. What should he do next, you both need more blankets, but all the blankets are in your bedroom, and he wouldn’t dare go in.

 

The sky is nice tonight, no clouds, the moon is shining beautifully, König thought about you, spending time here alone with a small town quite far away might be lonely. Even Though you are mostly off for the missions, you got to spend time with the team. It feels nothing like spending time with someone normal, just sitting down and talking and watching movies, doing normal things. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that with someone, now he gets to do it with you, even just for a short moment. He will do his best to enjoy it with you.

“The sky is pretty, don’t you think?” Your voice is heard from behind. He turned to look at you, your hand holding a plate, the other hand a bottle of cola. “Sorry I don’t have wine.”

“I don’t mind,” said König with a smile. He scooted over for you to sit beside him. You dropped yourself down and set the stuff in your hand between you both. “The sky is pretty.”

But you are the prettiest thing I see.

“It’s been some time since I came out here and looked at the sky.” You sigh softly. “It’s nice to see it with someone.”

König didn’t reply to that, instead he looked back up at the sky above, quietly cherishing the comfort of your presence. He can hear you picking up a slice of pizza and eating it quietly beside him. All this just feels normal, just being with you without saying anything. He wonders if this is what it’s like to spend time with someone, to be with someone.

“It’s very cold up here” You rub your hands together.

Suddenly König’s hand moves to your side, but before it touches you, he stops. He decided to take off his jacket, leaving only his black turtleneck to shield the cold. “Here,”

“Oh, thanks” You accept his jacket and put it over your body. The smell of coffee hits your nose, you can’t help but smile to yourself. “How sweet of you.” You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

His muscles tense up against you. König’s mind went crazy, his face heated up like a stove, both of his hands curled into fists. How should he act? Should he lean back onto you, or should he stay like this?  Though he tried his best not to move, to act normal, but you already notice the change in his physique.

“I’m sorry- was that too much-” You raised your head to look at him, seeing his red face makes yours lit up as well. Before you could move a bit further, you feel his hand on your shoulder, holding you close.

“Better keep close, it-it’s cold up here” He stumbled looking away from you. You can still see his red cheeks from this angle, he’s blushing. Was it because he likes it or because it’s the anxiety he’s having? You couldn’t tell. But you can tell by his hand that is holding firmly on your shoulder, he doesn’t want you to pull away.

 

You gave in to the urge and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face. His face turned to face you, blue eyes widely looking at yours like a deer in headlights. Suddenly his eyes shift to your lips, and back up again. König leans closer, your faces are inches apart. You shift up to meet his touch. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft. You both stay still for a moment, letting the feeling tattoo into your brain, then you make the first move. He kisses you back softly, holding back the urge to just pin you down and do what he wants with you. Your hand touches the side of his face, caressing it. His hand on your shoulder now moves down to your waist, pulling you close. Without breaking the kiss, you move yourself up to straddle him. Your lower lip was taken by his teeth, pulling it gently. You both return the touches for a while, then break apart, gasping for air. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.”

Your eyes lock with his, faces still so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. “You are so beautiful in my jacket,” König whispers. “Schatz, so gorgeous.”

His words earn a small chuckle from you, but before you could say something in return, König pulled you back to meet his lips. His warm hands slip under your sweater, meet the skin of your waist, while he tastes you. You feel so small in his embrace, so safe, yet so fragile. His low, raspy voice whispers soft little praise between the kisses. Suddenly you feel the sky lit up in colors, it’s midnight. König pulls away to look up briefly, then his lips are back on yours again.

“Konig-” You gasp between the kisses. “We’re going to miss the fireworks.”

“I could miss thousands of them if it means I get to have you like this, liebling.”

[lesbianjackies]

Early March in Indiana

Eddie Munson x GN!Mayfield!Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of Billy's death

Summary: Early March in Indiana sucks, but Eddie Munson makes it a little bit better.

A/N: It's not explicitly said but in my mind the reader is adopted, as in all my fics where the reader is a sibling of a character :)

General Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

Moots: @spidervee @iheardarumorthings @thewritingbabe @scandalous-chaos @ddejavvu @winterwisteria @abibliophobiaa

It was dark and wet when you walked outside; gray clouds covered the sun, making the wet, droopy grass look even gloomier. You trudged outside in your heavy brown boots, trying not to cringe at the squelching sound they made when you stepped in mud. The day was not off to a great start.

You pulled your windbreaker tighter against your body. Even with the sweater you wore underneath it, the incessant wind and cool temperature made you feel like you were freezing. Damn, you hated early March in Indiana.

“Cold, Mayfield?”

You looked up in the direction of the voice. Your neighbor, Eddie Munson, smirked at you, one ring-adorned hand in his pocket and the other holding a red mug.

“Clearly,” you drawled.

Eddie laughed, making his way over to you. “Got some coffee. Nice and hot.” He held the mug out.

Your first instinct was to refuse, but after another chill wracked through your body, you took it greedily, downing a gulp. You sighed as the coffee’s warmth spread through your body.

“Good, right?” Eddie grinned. “My uncle makes the best coffee.”

“Apparently.” You handed it back and he took a sip.

“What’re you doing out here in the cold?” he asked.

“Taking a walk. Do it every morning.”

He scrunched up his nose. “Ew. Why?”

“Ever heard of exercise, Munson?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nope,” he answered breezily.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re a disaster. Why’re you out here?”

“Thought it might give me a chance to see my pretty neighbor.” He winked at you. “And it seems my evil plan succeeded, so…”

You laughed again, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your chest. “Not a chance, Munson.”

He laid a hand on his heart dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me, Mayfield. How’s Max?”

You sighed. “Not well, honestly. She’s… she’s struggling a lot with Billy’s death. I am too, of course, but she saw him die. Can’t be easy for a fifteen-year-old kid.”

Eddie nodded, genuine sympathy flooding his features. “Send her my regards,” he said, sincerely.

“I will, thank you,” you replied gratefully.

A moment of silence passed. You found yourself looking into Eddie’s eyes, noticing the flecks of gold within his dark brown irises for the first time. Wow, he has pretty eyes, you thought, then immediately shook the words out of your head. You cleared your throat, averting your gaze. “I… should probably be going on that walk.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie looked down, and you may have imagined it, but you almost thought you saw a glimpse of disappointment on his face. “Um, have fun,” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, standing up. You pursed your lips, then, before you could think better of it, placed a hasty kiss on his cheek.

Eddie looked up at you in shock, fingers ghosting over his skin.

“You’re a good guy, Eddie.” You bit your lip, feeling your face warm. “Um… see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah…” said Eddie, seeming almost in a trance. He shook his head, smiling brightly at you. “Yeah, see you later.”

You turned and walked away, a smile blooming across your face. Maybe early March in Indiana wasn’t so bad after all.

[newtonsheffield]

Love the GG ending 😍😍😍, I remember in the last chapter that Kate and Anthony had a pregnancy scare can u please write about that? Also happy new year 🎇!!

Ahhhh Yes, Kate and Anthony have had a few pregnancy scares in their day, and I think, until they went away to Cambridge they were careful about using to condoms that kept appearing in Kate's desk drawer, courtesy of Mary, who loves Anthony, and wants grandchildren, she'd prefer it not happen before her daughter turns eighteen.

Here's the first of these little incidents

Really, Anthony should have seen it coming. He and Kate had been... enthusiastic about discovering each other since they'd started dating, hell even before then really. But Anthony burned for her all the time these days, could hear her little gasps and moans every time he looked at her, feel the way she unravelled for him, shuddering against him. Could hear the way her voice ached for him and it made him burn with pride and he was the person she'd chosen to give all this to.

That he was the person who she'd pull close, her chin resting on his shoulder, lips ghosting over his ear when she said Do you want to do something fun today, Anthony? Before she'd lose herself in him, her hands clutching him to her chest, her voice so soft. I love you, Anthony. He'd thought, unfairly, before they started dating that Kate would be tentative and shy when they were alone, so he'd kept his hands to himself until she'd taken control of the situation herself sliding his hand up her sweater, never afraid to ask for what she wanted. And he loved it.

"I'm kind of... really curious about sex." She'd hummed as they'd lain together on her bed, her shoulders still heaving from from his head under her skirt.

Anthony had groaned, "Good."

"I just like... I want to figure out what I like. Is that... I don't know okay?"

He hadn't been able to help himself from sealing their lips together, moving to straddle her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "I would love to help you figure out everything you like, Princess."

So no, he really shouldn't have been surprised when Kate hummed in his ear one afternoon after he arrived at her house.

"Anthony, we need to talk."

His stomach had swirled, anxiety settling in as she led him upstairs, their fingers intertwined as they sat in the edge of her bed, his mind ticking over and over, and he hadn't been able to help himself.

"Please don't break up with me!"

Kate's mouth had fallen open, an incredulous laugh falling from her chest, her hands threading in his hair. "I'm not breaking up with you."

And for just a moment his shoulders relaxed, before she said, "My period's late though."

Silence fell on the room, pounding against his ears, panic rising in his chest, a shuddering breath falling from his chest.

"Oh my god."

"Anthony."

"Oh my god." he stood from his seat.

"Anthony."

Oh my god! You're pregnant." He couldn't breathe.

"Anthony!" Kate's voice was firm, her hands on the front of his shirt. "I need you to calm down, okay? We don't know for sure that's what it is. Periods are late all the time. But I bought a test and I need to take it, I just thought you should know okay?"

Something about how calm she was pulled him from his spiral, though panic clutched at his chest.

They sat in the bathroom together, their fingers intertwined, and he couldn't stop the panic bubbling over.

"I've ruined your life. I've actually ruined your life with my penis."

Kate hummed, "Okay, your dick is great but I'm not sure we can call it life ruining honey."

Anthony scoffed, "You're supposed to go to Cambridge. You aren't even eighteen yet!

"Anthony, you're spiralling. I want to have children, it's not the end of the world."

How was she-? "How are you being so calm about this?!"

Kate shrugged, kissing his cheek. "I don't know? I love you, and the timing's... not great but I wanna have babies with you."

Anthony's heart was hammering in his chest at her vision for the future, even if it was too soon, something in his chest aching for it.

"Well, I don't think your Dad's going to be so thrilled." God, the realisation had settled in, Tom Sharma's disappointed face swimming in front of his eyes. "Oh god, your Dad's going to kill me."

"He won't kill you."

The panic was clawing at his chest, choking him, "He absolutely will. Or at least beat me with the walking stick."

Kate sighed beside him, "He won't. Because I'm not pregnant."

Anthony startled, his head swivelling to face her. She was staring down at the test, a relieved sigh escaping her, one escaping him as well.

"Oh my god, thank god!" Anthony kissed her forehead, his heart hammering as she raised her eyebrow, amused. "I mean like, yeah our kids are gonna be really cute, but I'm-"

"Anthony, it's fine."

He let out a relived sigh, wrapping his arms around her "I would have loved it though, so much, I'm just- It's not a good time."

"I get that." Her lips brushed his cheek.

"We're never having sex again."

"Sure thing, honey."

But a week later he burst through her bedroom door and practically threw himself on the floor at her feet. "Please, let me go down on you, it's been so long. Please, Princess, please, I really need to taste you."

And Kate fixed him with a long look before sighing, "Sophie, I'll call you back later."

And Sophie, through the speaker phone said "Yep. Much more than a needed to know, Anthony."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content. 

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817​ for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you. 

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian. 

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him. 

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen, 

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes. 

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop. 

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest. 

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, “so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it. 

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair. 

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up. 

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet. 

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building. 

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

[spinaroos-47]

Part two of three of my commentary about ASIAS!

This one will have screenshots! Not the most good looking ones, still new at it, but still screenshots!

Flying derby looks so much more fun than grudgby in my opinion, I guess I just like non ball sports

THEM

I LOVE THIS IMAGE SO MUCH ILL CHERISH IT FOREVER ITS ALL I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR THIS HAS MADE UP FOR ME WAKING UP AT 5AM BECAUSE OF THE EPISODE

They befriended, this is so lovely :,3

(And all of their outfits are great)

Emerald entrails is not really that subtle but its also a great name, AND THEY STILL KEPT THE NAME AT THE END OF THE EPISODE

Fucking donkey

Interestingly enough, the lack of the cape did make the dissonance I got from his GG outfit in Separate Tides and the first half-ish of Hunting Palismen not happen. I guess seeing his hair and ears helps on avoiding that djjsdfjd (also the little staff twirl he did here was really nicely animated)

Steve is a fucking mvp, I think him going “Steve is beggining to regret his choices” is a good segway to the promo screenshot we got of him in a motorbike. Him and Hunter being buddies was great, I love that it’s not just Lilith that appreciates him

“I think Hunter is too” Almost made me scream and I would have if it wasn’t 6am when i was watching this. I’m so sure this is the start of his big turning point, these friendships he made are being SO important for him

The initiations he mentioned more than once are making me think that this will return in Labyrinth Runners in some way. I don’t know how but I hope he appears on there too then. Belos taking the palismen away also make me ponder why Lilith didn’t lose hers (thank god she didn’t, I love that little guy). 

(Also great commentary/criticism of the military)

That slight paralel to Hunting Palismen, with Hunter now sneaking into the flying ship was sooooo good

Pain and suffering and pain and suffering AND LILITH (i love how you can see her finger on the photo dsnjdnjnjd. and the small comeback Alador did fdjsdjnd also I don’t know how to feel about Alador looking so much like my dad)

Also this is a funny frame to have paused on jfdjdfsndfs

Willow, you made me tear up some three times on this episode, I just want the best for you, you deserve so much better

Darius change of behaviour was really surprising, and weirdly really sweet, he also kinda reexamined his own bias against Hunter which was good. He sewed better the sigil on his cape and im assuming got him a scroll to make a penstagram account to interact with more kids his age and thats really nice.

“Are you going to tell him about your secret palisman?” And now I’m scared again for Flapjack. But its good that Darius isn’t going to tell about all this to Belos, thats also really nice

This really settled for me the theory that he and Eber will join Raine and do *something*. I was already on board with the theory but didn’t know how that would happen, from what little we had about Darius before this episode. And we might get more, seeing how Reaching Out will be about abominations a lot, with Amity and Alador and what not.

This episode was really good for Darius, gave him even more nuance than he had before, even with him not appearing that much compared to the other characters. (Also his abomination sweater. Glorious)

A little less related to the plot of the episode, I feel like the animation looks a bit different on 2B but i don’t know how to explain it

I still will make the part three about the Lumity c plot but I’ll round out my thoughts about the main plots of the episodes here

It was my favorite episode of 2B for now, I loved how it was kinda low stakes but kinda high stakes too and how the a plot (willow’s) and b plot (hunter’s) merged into one basically, and also how lumity didn’t really steal the spotlight from this episode like in TTLGR, which is a criticism I have about season 2, and also I haven’t seen much of the fandom reaction and most the ones I follow already are focused on Hunter too but it’s nice that in the show it wasn’t like that again

This was really fun!

[uncloseted]

hi, sorry if you don't want to talk so much about non-skins characters, i don't want to start another blair-waldorf-anon situation, but how would you describe rory gilmore's style (especially her yale style and her "girliness upgrade"). im mostly interested in her everyday style. if you search outfits in the gg subreddit you can find every outfit from every season

😂 happy to help! I love Gilmore Girls.

Rory's style starts off as pretty simple and casual, and we usually see her in her Chilton uniform. From series 1 to 3, she wears a lot of cozy, oversized knit sweaters, t-shirts, overalls, jeans, flared skirts or dresses, and sneakers. She wears a lot of stripes and other delicate patterns, as well as denim jackets and that shearling jacket.

As she starts branching out fashion-wise, she embraces the typical "New England preppy college girl" look. Her clothes become tighter overall, and the necklines become more low-cut. She starts looking more polished overall, and incorporates items like blazers, button up collared shirts, cardigans, turtlenecks, and midi and mini skirts with tights into her look. She keeps her liking for stripes and patterns, but they get a little bolder. She still wears jeans occasionally, but they become rarer.

Here are a few snapshots of her outfits from each season, with a link to where you can see all of them:

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

Season 5

Season 6

Season 7