#my partner isn't good enough for her and neither the fuck am i

[bunni-bun]

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[jillsandwhichs]

RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 6 , Time crunch

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Pairing: F!reader x Ada Wong

Summary: Ada is about to leave from the extraction point in 10 minutes. That gives you just enough time to say goodbye

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Partners in crime

WC: 2.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: This is very vanilla, sorry y'all. Hookup, making out, slight dirty talk & oral sex (You receive)

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Silence.

It felt awkward.

The two of you just shared a very steamy kiss.

Yes, the two of you have fucked before, but never on the job, you kept it strictly professional when working, it was just a code you both lived by.

But knowing she'll be gone for awhile after these final ten minutes, neither of you can hold yourselves back, especially yourself. Ada, despite her many flaws, means a lot to you. You've both formed a bond due to your similar interests in life and work, even sexual interests. Ada is a mysterious lady, but that hasn't stopped her from allowing you to at least explore her body, in which you've done quite a bit.

You've been working together for a year now, exactly a year one month ago. Ever since, you two have always chosen each other for missions. You're both reliable and make sure the other escapes, even if your guy's selfishness begins to interfere. Ada has had to save your ass more than you have had to hers but either way, you both are there for each other. Ada was much more hardened when you first met, she's softened up somewhat now.

"How long?" "How long what?" "How long will you be gone for, Ada?" You wondered, crossing your arms and walking back and forth. You'd be alone from now on. Where was she even going and why? "Just a couple of months. I have some unfinished business to attend down in China, you understand?" Ada hummed to you. Ada was leaning against the brick wall, her thin arms at her slender sides. You do understand. She has work, and sometimes work requires you to travel.

Gazing at her, you thought about the kiss you two had just exchanged. It was hot. It was erotic. Kissing for you two is the ultimate form of intimacy. You two tend to get very touchy whenever you kiss or make out, you can't help yourselves. "I hate to say it, but, It'll be difficult without you." You admitted, your tone very low, almost as if you didn't want her to catch onto what you said. "I understand. If it makes you feel better, this won't be the last time you see me. I plan to even remain in contact with you while I am overseas." Ada also admitted something.

Her words meant a lot.

It's not like she owes you that though. You two aren't in a relationship. You two hookup, it feels good, it's nice, that's it, it isn't anything more. But, it almost seems hard to avoid one another. Ada is a drug, morphine to you. You need that woman in your system at least once within the day. Just being around her causes arousal to stir up inside of you. Every single time you both finish a mission, you guys meet up and fuck. It's a ritual at this point.

You stood there, your head tilted down, your eyes glancing at the muddy ground. It had rained not to long ago. You and Ada were slightly wet from it, but it's dried up for the most part - In some places... You looked back up at Ada, she was gazing at you with a soft look. You began to amble closer to her, your heart thumping repeatedly in your chest as you did. Oddly enough, you felt nervous this singular time when approaching her. "I want you... For one last time." You whispered, your front finally pressed up against hers.

"You may have me for one final time." Ada bit her lower lip, it was tinted a darker shade of red, her lipstick was always an attraction.

You cupped her face in your hands, aggressively, yet passionately, pressing your lips against hers. Your lips moved in sync, it was rather beautiful actually. Ada's miniscule hands encased around your back, making sure you weren't going nowhere. She held you, her hands stroking your entire time. Her touch felt like a thousand suns. You'd miss it so very much. You are sure it won't be the last time you feel her - It can't be the last time.

Ada licked your lower lip, desperately wanting to taste you. She couldn't live without kissing you, kissing you with her tongue. Your mouth is a safe haven for her. Your mouth went slightly agape, and her tongue slipped into your mouth, an honest moan coming from her when she pushed it in. "Fuck." You grunted, your bodies flipping so that you were now against the cold, hard, red brick wall. Both of you are switches at the end of the day.

"I wanna taste you." Ada mumbled, her lips finally detaching from yours. You were panting, trying to catch your breath. Her seductive tone was enough to have your panties soaked and your pussy wanting her even more. Ada has a way with words.

You smiled at her, your head diving into the crook of her neck. Your lips found her sweet spot, and you took advantage of that. You pecked all along her neck, your breath sharp as you breathed in. Her scent was lovely too, she smelt like Vanilla and that was very sexy to you. Maybe she knew that because anytime you hookup, its what she smells like. It drives you crazy. "You want to taste me?" You cooed on her throat. "You know I do, honey." Ada responded truthfully.

That just made you drip more.

Adas eyes locked with yours as she moderately lowered her body until her face was at an alignment with your core, a look of need was on her face. Disbanding the eye contact, she gandered at your jeans and the buttons on them as she began to undo them, wanting you terribly now. "We have to be quick." "I know." You replied. It seriously sucks that she'll be going away for some time. You'll miss the way her firm tongue feels on your pussy.

Her lean fingers pulled your pants down with haste, your damp panties directly in her face. "I can already smell you." She sighed softly, breathing it all in. You moaned softly. You didn't know where to set your hands, she hasn't eaten you out in this position before. "My shoulders baby." She cooed, as if she could read your mind. Obliging, you placed your hands on her slender, boney shoulders; The stability will come into use later.

With your hands on her shoulders, her hands went to your panties, tearing them off of you as quickly as she could. Your soaked cunt was revealed to her alas. The cold, windy air hit you like a bullet, causing you to shiver. "I'll warm you up." She teased right before she buried her face in your cunt, her tongue profusely lapping at your wet folds. "Oh." You whimpered in surprise, shocked that she so soonly began to eat you out like it was the last time she ever would.

Maybe it is.

Your head leaned back against the wall, your hair already becoming a mess. The brick wall was cold on your rear, the texture of it wasn't the best either but you'd endure it just for this. "Fucking hell..." You panted, her tongue was going mad on you. Adas eyes were closed. It seemed as though she was channeling everything inside of her to make you feel good, which was clearly worked. Your legs already felt wobbly. You felt like you could fall at any second, you held onto her tighter.

The lewd noises that were being made only enhanced the sexual pleasure Ada was making you feel. That extraordinary pit in your stomach - The one that lets you know your orgasm is about to rush over you, was slowly yet surely taking over.

As she continued, Ada began to adjust your legs to be sat on her shoulders. You helped, shifting them and blowing out deeply as you felt the comfortability of it. It felt way better this way. You began to moan much more loudly, Adas tongue causing your muscles to tighten inside of you. It was hard not to, but you began to practically ride her face. You grinded your pussy up against her mouth. She didn't seem to mind, if anything, she reveled in it.

"Faster." She spat out, her nails digging into your plump thighs. Another thing about Ada is that she worships your body, especially your thighs. She'll stare at you and get horny. There is just something about you that does that to her.

Listening, you began to ride her face quicker. Your movements were sloppy but you didn't care, just as long as she was licking you, tasting you and making you feel pleased. "Oh Ada..." You let out a sharp breath. Your hands ran through her jet black hair, it was soft, healthy, easy to tug on - Which you did. "Right there, that's it." You whined. Her tonuge on your clit was exactly what you needed. The sensitive bud needed to be focused on.

She suctioned your clit between her lips, slurping on it. You slammed your head back, your back arching too, you were going to cum on her tonuge.

"Oh..."

Your orgasm flew over you. Suddenly, the crisp air made your nipples hard and your body to shake slightly, that was due to it mixing with your climax. You rode her face for a few more seconds and then you pulled away, pushing yourself up against the wall. You were still dripping, your wetness with the mixture of your squirt dripped onto the ground. Ada stood up, maintaining her gaze on you as she did.

Wiping her mouth as well, Ada spoke up.

"You tasted amazing." She said softly, stumbling over to you. You just giggled, your vision still felt hazy, you were a bit out of it, that's for sure. You stared at her for a moment. You wish you two could have more time together, you wonder if you have enough time to at least eat her out as well. Probably not. She's a very coordinated lady, she'll want to get out of her the second the correct time strikes the clock.

You pulled your panties up and then your pants, you rebuttoned them up too. You didn't want to look like a mess when it is time to go, your boss will be concerned. "Do you think we'll have time to-" "No. Two minutes until I must leave." Ada interrupted you. She just didn't want you to get your hopes up for disappointment. For some reason, you're upset. You don't care for Ada a whole lot as a person, you guys are simply forced to team up. That doesn't mean you don't care at all. A part of you is going to miss her.

As Ada was letting her eyes roam around as she waited patiently, you grabbed onto her, pouncing your lips onto hers. She gasped but quickly melted at the gesture. She swathed her arms around your neck, her fingers messing with your tied back hair. "This is my goodbye to you." You hummed, your tongue slithering along hers; The texture of it turned you on once again. "This is a good farewell then." She smiled into the kiss. Not your average smile though, very small and barely noticeable.

You slid your hands down her back and onto her ass, holding it in both hands. You squeezed her, a sigh coming from her. "I won't be gone too long." "A couple months is long, Ada." You stated. You found it to be too damn long. No one will suffice like Ada does. "You'll be fine." She cupped your face, her thumbs caressing both sides of your cheeks before she finally had to pull away, her watch buzzing.

"Gotta go."

Her hands were in yours. You wanted to homd onto her as long as possible but she backed and backed away slowly til eventually, your hand dropped from hers.

"So long, beautiful." She winked as she tilted her head before she randomly used her grappling hook to sail away. You could hear what seemed to be a helicopter in the distance, most likely her getaway vehicle. You stood there in silence, all that could be heard was that motor and your soft, calm breathing. All you can think about is how much things will be different. You'll either be alone or with a new partner, both options don't sound pleasant whatsoever.

You blew out a deep breath, collecting yourself.

"Time to go home." You whispered before you began to run off, the events of tonight on repeat in your head.

[tobiasdrake]

Ranking Digimon Adventure 1's Chosen Children on the Fight Me Bruh Scale

Here we go. This will be a scale from Most Confident to Least Confident, based on how confident I am that I could take each child in a playground fistfight. In the interest of fairness, they will not have their Partner Digimon with them, and my age will be set to 10 years old; An average of the eight of them.

1 - Izumi "Izzy" Koushiro. Oh, cute little nerd boy, what's he going to do, complain online about--

NO YOU'RE WRONG. Koushiro's on the soccer team. He may be meek and unassuming but that boy is an athlete all the same. Pick on him at your peril. He may be one of the less difficult fights but that meek stature conceals enough musculature to at least get by on the field.

Koushiro may be the least threatening but only because of how scary the others can be. I still don't relish my chances, and it's all uphill from here.

2 - Kido "Joe" Joe. What Jou lacks in athleticism and gusto, he makes up for with wild intensity when he gets going.

If this fight is happening, either I'm bullying Jou or I said or did some shit to the kids under him. In the first case, I can probably sweep the win. He won't defend himself too hard. But in the case of the latter, he's going to come at me like a lanky berserker bent on my destruction.

Jou is also the child most likely to win the fight by showing up to it in the company of an escorting adult, who then proceeds to drag me away by the ear.

3 - Ishida "Matt" Yamato. Yamato seems vulnerable to psychological warfare. Maybe if I yell something at him like "Look over there, it's your self-worth!" that will distract him enough that I can get some good hits in.

I'm gonna need something because he is ready and willing to come at me in full-scale brawling mode. He doesn't have the build of an athlete which will help me, but he's also probably not above cheap shots. Obviously, neither am I. Either way, this is going to be a fight.

4 - Takaichi "T.K." Takeru. On paper, you'd think I can just punt the little shrimp. But Takeru is small, scrappy, and unyielding. He faced down an insane puppet with a revolver 1v1 and came out on top. I don't think anything I have to throw at him is going to top that.

If I pick this fight, I'm going to regret it quickly when Takeru turns his niceness off and flips over into the honey badger of my destruction.

Plus there's a strong possibility that this fight ends in Yamato emerging from the underbrush with a steel chair. The Big Brother Factor is always important to keep in mind during playground brawls.

5 - Yagami "Tai" Taichi. Oh, fuck me. Nope nope. Nope nope nope. Are you shitting me? You want me to fight one of the two ace strikers of the school's soccer team?

This boy is rabid. I'll be on that schoolyard two seconds before he's throwing a thousand punches per minutes straight into my kidney. He is a ball of energy wrapped in a shell of violence incarnate waiting for an excuse.

6 - Takenouchi Sora. Oh, fuck me. Nope nope. Nope nope nope. Are you shitting me? You want me to fight the other of the two ace strikers of the school's soccer team?

In a playground brawl, Sora is Taichi with better reach and something to prove. I have self-identified as an opportunity to vent her frustrations over her mom's dislike of her athleticism, and I'm not going to be very happy about what comes next.

7 - Yagami "Kari" Hikari. Hikari isn't much of a brawler so you'd think this would be an easy fight. But this girl is weird, y'all! I go in for the haymaker and before I can even land it, she starts glowing brighter than the surface of the sun and speaking in new voices and levitating in the air.

And before I can even say "What the actual fuck is happening right now", Taichi with the steel chair.

8 - Tachikawa Mimi. One does not fight Tachikawa Mimi. This girl's charisma score is through the roof. Her greatest power is the ability to inspire others to stand by her, even when she isn't even trying to.

There is no version of this fight where Mimi ever throws a punch. She doesn't have to. In all other fights, the crowd of kids gathers to watch me fight. Mostly to laugh at me. In this fight, they're the fight.

This is a 35-on-1 shitstomp as every child on the playground dogpiles on my face and kicks the shit out of me for even daring.

And you know what? They're right. It's me. I'm the bully. ._. I'm sorry, everyone. I'll try to be better.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Hi, I absolutely love your portrayal of yandere venti! I was wondering if he's considered starting a family with the reader.

In 'Good Wine' he answered maybe later to the reader saying fuck you and in 'Incomprehensible' he said how he's trying not to force himself onto her, unless this one has a different meaning, English isn't my first language.

If so, does he understand the consequences of these actions? Old Mondstadt doesn't seem like a good environment to raise a kid, not to mention the lack of social interaction.

I am going to preface this by saying that I have no idea what the fuck the deal is with fertility in the genshin universe. I don’t know if the Biological Species concept applies to wind spirits turned archons turned human x another human. I don’t know if Venti would even be physically compatible with a human or if his windspiritness would make that impossible. I certainly don’t know what the kids would look like. If there is a lore answer and someone knows how that would go down or if there are lore examples of that happening please contact me because I asked my lore friend and they couldn’t tell me.

Also I will neither confirm nor deny that the phrasing in Inconceivable was meant to be taken that way. There is an answer but also feel free to take what you want out of my writing.

If you are not physically compatible with Venti he is not going to steal a child. That child would probably be mortal and that would be a bad deal. He’s already said “fuck it” to his morals enough to kidnap a partner; he’s not going to kidnap some mother’s baby.

If the baby would be mortal, also a no-go. Best case scenario he raises some poor kid in a cave their entire life because he’s paranoid about them getting hurt. Worst case scenario he leaves the kid and you alone and they suicide pact or, worse, you end up killing the kid to keep them away from him. Also a bad deal.

If the kid was immortal, then yes. He could be content with his child murdering him and be generally okay with them going out on their own to find their own path in life. At least then he would have someone to share your memory with.

If he didn’t know and would need to fuck around to find out, then he wouldn’t. The anxiety of the above scenarios would be enough of a deterrent to completely throw out the possibility unless you were incredibly persistent and insistent about it or if in a moment of passion he completely forgot.

Regardless, if the two of you were to have a child that would be a thing that happens long after you’ve given in to him. It’s not that he doesn’t want a family but the variables involved induce in him enough anxiety that it wouldn’t be something he’s pushy about.

[davenswitcher]

NSFW Alphabet: Astarion x Estellé

Astarion and Estellé from "The Rockstar And The Groupie"

Saw the post from @bardic-inspo and decided to do this for my pookies too.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

They cuddle for a bit longer. Most often than not, he stays inside her until he's soft again. Afterwards, they take a shower together <3

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Estellé l o v e s his thighs and eyes. For Astarion, he loves her eyes. He fell in love with her heterochromia, sometimes gazing into her eyes a bit too long, and he looks away shyly. He also can't get enough of her ass.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Inside for both.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Neither have confessed yet that they masturbated thinking about the other before they got together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As a rockstar he had his fair share of debauched nights. He also was in a relationship with Shadowheart for a few years.

Estelle was only in a relationship once, and kissed a girl in a truth or dare in college.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Estellé loves prone bone and how deep he can thrust into her, hitting her spot perfectly. She also loves missionary and cowgirl, but mostly missionary, so she can kiss him and hold him.

Astarion loves missionary for the same reason. He's a sap deep down and gets off on kissing her and thrusting into her at the same time. Another favourite of his is fucking into her deep with her legs on his shoulders.

Both also like it slow when the mood strikes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood. They can be goofy and tease each other mad, but also be serious and worship each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Astarion's hair is very well taken care off. He hoards shampoos and conditioners. As an elf, he doesn't need to shave his body hair and has therefore soft af skin.

Estellé isn't as fanatical with her hair but likes to take care of it as much as she can. She's also an elf, so no body hair (I'm so jealous).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Passionate, sappy, you name it.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Astarion is a serial masturbator lol (in the rockstar universe). Either with his hands or letting the shower head massage his cock.

Estellé doesn't masturbate as often as him. But can't help herself when he comes home after a dance session or leaving the in-house gym all sweaty.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Both have an oral fixation. Astarion also likes to nibble her soft flesh, especially thighs (in every universe am I right)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

At home. Sometimes also in his backstage room.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

They're insatiable. Half lidded looks and tight clothing and you'll not see them for the rest of the evening.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Both don't do degradation, anal and hair pulling.

Astarion has claustrophobia and doesn't do well with being tied up. A hot date ended pretty fast once when he had a panic attack.

Estellé doesn't like pain and doesn't want to be spanked or have her thighs and boobs gripped too tightly. She only let Astarion pat her booty once when they were backstage. That's the maximum "spanking" she tolerates.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Estellé is his oral queen and never had someone this good. Both like giving and receiving equally, though, Estellé really loves tasting him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Somewhere in the middle tbh. They love it slow and tender but also love rutting each other senseless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into quickes, both of them. They love to take their time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

They like roleplaying from time to time. But not many risks. Astarion is happy he has someone who matches his freak, and it's enough.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

They are insatiable. They like to tire each other out. But it's always three rounds max, sometimes four.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Estellé has a tiny collection of vibrators and dildos she likes to use on herself.

Astarion likes to use the vibration spell on himself or Estellé sometimes, but not often. He also had fleshlights when he was younger. Some vibrated, some had a suction function.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

They are huge teases. Astarion a bit more than her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Estellé can be loud, but she tries to tone it down. Soft whimpers, sighs, the occasional "fuck". Most of the time, she moans into his mouth because this guy can't stop kissing her.

Astarion groans and growls deeply, which turns Estellé on very much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Astarion likes to cook for her, but sometimes lies and says that his mom send it via teleportation.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Estellè has a beauty mark in her inner thigh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion has a higher sex drive. Estellés used to be lower especially after her ex but she caught up quickly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As they only trance they cuddle and stay awake for a bit longer. They talk about everything and anything or Astarion reads to her.

Tagging: @cinnamontails-ff @larvasmoon @busy-baker

[novankenn]

Jaune 1/2 (v2-1)

Pyrrha approached slowly, eyeing the young man, who was now in the form of a young woman, because ... because of some magical fuckery.

As she got closer, she did wince. Jaune was soaked, and was covered in splotches of slime and muck. The only thing that was actually going in her favor was the fact her clothes seemed baggy enough to hide most of her more feminine features.

Pyrrha: Jaune... are you?

Jaune: This is bull shit. I quit.

Pyrrha: Quit? How can you quit? We haven't even...

Jaune: I'm not doing it. That old coot did this, and I'll be fucked if I play his game. I'll just...

Pyrrha: So you're just going to bail? Just going to walk away when things get a little difficult? Is that what you've done all these years?

Jaune rose to her feet, and snarled, though the slime and mud dripping off her strawberry blond hair, and down her face, ruined any chance of it looking imposing.

Jaune: I've NEVER run from a fight.

Pyrrha: Well, looks like you're going to start.

Jaune clenched her hands tightly, and growled, and Pyrrha shot her a self-satisfied smirk.

Jaune: Like you even care. You and I both know we don't want to be around d each other, so why shouldn't I walk? Save us both...

Pyrrha: Now that you mention...

Jaune's scroll began to ring, which surprised the pair, more so not that it was ringing, but that it survived being dunked in the scum of the pond. Pulling it out of her pocket, Jaune shook it a couple of times to clear the screen enough to hit the accept icon.

Jaune: Hello?

????: ....

Jaune: I can't hear you!

Pyrrha: Who is it?

Jaune: I don't know.

????: ....

Jaune: Hold on, let me put you one speaker.

Jaune groaned as she wiped her scroll off further to locate the speaker icon.

Jaune: There. Hello?

????: Can you hear me now?

Jaune: Yes.

????: Can Ms Nikos hear me as well?

Pyrrha: Yes?

????: Ah good. Now, just in case you don't recognize my voice, this is Headmaster Ozpin, and before you ask... yes we can see everything going on... oh and hear.

Jaune: Really? Like I believe that?

Ozpin: Ms Arc that finger gesture is rude and unbecoming of a lady to use. Now, I understand you frustration. In fact I understand both of your frustrations. Being paired together, and all that. But I do feel I should remind you...

Pyrrha: Remind us of what Headmaster?

Ozpin: That UNLESS you pass initiation and stay enrolled in my academy... I can't offer either of you Beacon's assistance.

Jaune: Who cares. Pyrrha can get the whatever and enroll. I'll take my...

Ozpin: Unfortunately, that can not happen. While you are correct that Ms Nikos needs to retrieve a relic and return to the cliffs with it... she can not do so on her own.

Pyrrha: I need a partner. That's the whole point of this, isn't it?

Jaune: So she can just...

Ozpin: I'm afraid she can not. Everyone else has already been partnered. So it's either both of you, or neither of you.

Jaune: I am NOT spending up to four years in this place being a girl! Not HAPPENING!

Ozpin: It doesn't need to be that way. You and Ms Nikos are both highly skilled individuals. Get a relic and get back to the cliffs... Professor Goodwitch will have hot water waiting for you.

Jaune: I...

Pyrrha: Jaune... if we're not enrolled at Beacon, there is nothing to stop the wedding. We can get a relic and get back to the cliffs, faster than anyone, I just know it.

Ozpin: Ms Nikos is just about correct. There are a few pairs already making their way back, but as they arrive they are ushered in to the auditorium, so no one will see...

Jaune: You promise? There'll be hot water waiting for me? That no one will see?

Ozpin: Yes, and to make doubly sure that your secret is kept safe... I'll send you alerts via text if someone is coming too close to you. Does that sound fair?

==\ Episode List /==

(A/N: So this is the start of Volume 2. I'm thinking of having Ozpin more active in this story than I normally do in my other stories. Anyway hope you enjoy, and yes there is more Ren & Nora coming.)

[spaceratprodigy]

OKAY YEAA i'm sending more. 11, 12, 22, 29 :^) remind me not to send any asks at 5:30 am or something ever again i don't think my brain functioned properly at that moment BBFBGNBFBFB

@roseeway — [ OTP/SHIP ASKS ]

LIVE 👏 YOUR 👏 TRUTH 👏 The world needed to hear me talk about Max's weak pull-out game in Detective AU

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11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Faith, in general, has a tendency to bottle everything up and push herself to put others first. She's not good at asking for help or letting herself be vulnerable in front of others. Not to mention the guilt she feels over being a nuisance to the people she cares about. She has an image she must maintain, she has to be The Captain, and The Captain needs to be able to hold it together.

Once they're getting closer, especially after her Death Wish Arc, Max is able to pick up on when she's starting to do worse. In the way she talks, the way she withdraws herself more than usual, the ways she isn't taking care of herself. He knows she doesn't always like to talk, but he will do things to ensure she knows she isn't alone in ways that won't completely overwhelm her.

Post-Scylla Max takes being open and honest with her much more seriously. Talking isn't as difficult for him, but when it's with her he begins finding enough comfort to let himself be seen, understood, loved, and taken care of proper.

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12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Honestly? Not really. Most of the time they're rather in tune with each other much more than they ever expected. Their personalities and general attitudes make it rather easy for them to bounce off of each other. He's fascinated with her and respects her, and she values his insight and perspectives greatly.

The first time he ever raised his voice at her in frustration was when she gave him the journal and the walls came crumbling down for the first time. She did not react kindly to it and grabbed him by the collar and told him to never fucking talk to her like that ever again. And he didn't.

The second time he ever raised his voice was after he carried her back to the ship at the end of her Death Wish Arc. After Ellie looked her over and patched her up, Max remained by her bedside. When Faith woke up, she was very avoidant about what happened and tried to play it off nonchalantly, but it struck a nerve with Max. Before he could think about it he was being very stern, and Faith had to face the consequences head on how serious the entire ordeal was and how much it affected him and the crew. It was the first time she broke down and was truly vulnerable in front of Max. She didn't tell him everything, not yet, but she confided in him enough to change the course of their relationship forever.

The last time they got into a real argument was during their kerfuffle in Fallbrook. I think we all know what happens here, and I've talked enough about her making her heart known just for him to break it and push her away out of guilt, fear, and shame. Sparking the entire ordeal of when she runs away to Devil's Peak Station and finds unplanned solace in Hiram. The smoothing over doesn't necessarily happen until their Reciprocation and Reconciliation night on Scylla. But again.. I can gush about all that another day because y'all already know I never shut the hell up about their Fallbrook and Scylla Arcs.

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22. What reminds each of their partner?

Books, tossball, OSI trinkets, Free Range Fixer, mock apples, whiskey, pens and parchment, her locket, the color blue, those are of some of the things that remind Faith of Max.

Books, tools, trinkets, schematics, sweets, rum, the stars in the void, sprats, fairy lights, hot tea, the color red, accessories, she's a bit more mysterious, but Max picks up quick on the kinds of things she likes and commits those details to memory whether he means to or not.

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29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Neither of them honestly. They're both the ones freaking out.

Despite how many elevators Faith has to use in Halcyon, she really doesn't like them all that much. She can get motion sick rather easily and elevators make her feel queasy and nervous, but it's not something she's going to make known.

I think Max would get pissed if someone was jumping in the elevator.

[aprillikesthings]

I am still a little obsessed with this

I had an idea for a Catradora fic like a year ago and ugggh I'd need to rewatch the whole show to do it any justice and I dunno if I have the patience

Anyway have some barely-edited info-dumping I did last March in a tiny discord server for a completely different cartoon ship*:

The other night when I couldn't sleep it occurred to me that there could/should be a very realistic fic out there of catra and adora, after the events of the last season, having a very passionate but over-dramatic relationship for a couple of years, then breaking up and getting back together multiple times before one or both of them decides Actually, we have to break up, for real, we are slowly killing each other over this; and one of them moves away and they both get therapy of some kind and both try dating other people but it just isn't working out (I can absolutely see Adora in a relationship that's perfectly fine and healthy but also boring as fuck, and her just thinking: huh, I guess normal people are supposed to feel like this? but it just feels like it's missing something, but the thing it's missing might just be a lot of arguing and crying and make-up sex, so like, I should just. stop missing that. probably. And Catra ending up in a bunch of short-term things where all of them end with either the other person going dude you are in love with someone else and I can tell or her feeling guilty and breaking it off bc the other person is obviously more into her than vice-versa)

And anyway after like ten years or something they see each other but one or both is still dating someone else and it's like ha ha our younger days were SOMETHING ELSE weren't they, oh did you get therapy oh good me too, I'm glad you're doing well, nice to bump into you :) but they're both internally screaming because yeah those feelings are Still There, fuck fuck fuck

The current partner of whichever of them dumps them bc "you're still in love with your ex" but neither of them say why the dump happened and the dumped one doesn't say anything to the other, which means they hear about it through the grapevine, and their heart goes YOOOOO and their brain goes "I thought we were actually done with this and being Good about it fuck fuck fuck" and theyre both :) still normal to each other :) all the time :)

PINING I love pining hhh lol

But yeah there's, I dunno. A party? with a lot of people? maybe they each have one (1) drink, not even enough to impair them, and the next thing you know they're making out in a closet or something somewhere, and then one or both of them is crying hysterically, and after a lot of talking they're like, I want to try again. But as actual adults who've had time to grow up and have a lot of therapy. So they do, and it's good, and all their friends are like Oh thank god you two are both the stupidest motherfuckers on earth.

Halfway through the first post I realized I am half re-writing one of my fave Sherlock fics but putting it on top of She-Ra characters and adapting it to spop's plot but it'S JUST A GOOD STORy and honestly how it would actually happen

Because they were SO YOUNG in the show and neither of them had ever seen a healthy relationship modeled, ever, by anyone; and they're both heavily traumatized on top of it. And love isn't always be enough to deal with all of that. It's just not.

Me: this would make a good romance novel if we could file off the serial numbers

Also me: it's only interesting to me because it's THESE CHARACTERS like how the fuck would you include the backstory lolol

My dumb brain is like, "look I know spop ended three years ago and also, this is obviously the kind of story that AN ACTUAL ADULT writes, generally speaking; so nobody would read it, but what if you spent a year writing this"

But also half the plot feels like it's lifted from The Speed of Objects in Motion by holyfant (linked above) which is still, easily, one of my top-two Sherlock fics of all time, bc it's just so painfully realistic--they do end up together again at the end, but there's a lot off off-again/on-again and arguing and then a few years they're not together in the meantime

Anyway, re: spop: Fate and destiny are great but real happily ever afters would be so hard with everything that lead up to the end of the series

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>:( at myself for being like "oh it would take a year to write this" bc if I had actually done it I would be done by now pfffffft

(*Amedot)

[yarns-and-d20s]

Autism & Gullibility

I need to talk about this:

Not for the obvious reasons (does my uterus do this? if it doesn't, is it because I have PCOS or because I'm non-binary?) (but also because she used "ie" when she should have used "eg"). No, I want to talk about this because I don't believe it. And I'm autistic. And because I feel a strong need to unpack why my disbelief and my autism are giving me thoughts about this at 11 am on a Thursday.

For a while now, I've been keenly aware of people not-so-quietly working to infantilise autistic people. In politics, it's largely related to trans people and transition; the vocal 'phobes with large platforms of various stripes talk about the number of trans people who are autistic, and talk about how we can't be allowed to transition because we're gullible and believe everything and thus fall for the "trans agenda" because we're helpless little children all our lives.

Online, I saw things like people arguing that it was wrong to ship Critical Role's Jester with anyone because she's "autistic-coded" and therefore too childlike and thus it would make her (fictional) romantic partner and the people who ship them together PDF files. This has also happened with other characters that fans have declared to be "autistic-coded". I've also seen discussion about whether or not dating an autistic person IRL makes one a PDF file because we're so childlike and innocent and it's easy to take advantage of us.

And. No? No. Fuck off. Fuck right off with that and when you've reached your fucking off destination please continue fucking off into the sun. I'm 41 years old. If another adult human lost their goddamn mind and wanted to kiss me, it doesn't make them a child predator. It makes them an adult attracted (improbably, with me as the subject) to another adult.

The infantilisation of autistic adults sometimes puts a focus on our interests (which are deemed childish, which is another rant I may have at another time) but usually I see people bringing up that we're naïve, that we're gullible, that we're easily lied to, that we believe everything.

I'm not self-ID'd. I've got an official diagnosis. And I do not, for one instant, believe what Naomi Wolf has said in that screenshot. It sounds not only improbable to me, but literally impossible. She's lying. She's making stuff up. She's spreading literal disinformation. And I know that, all the way to my bones.

However, several weeks ago, I had an instance where my mum lied to me and I believed her (we live together because of our health problems; neither of us is capable of full independence). She put two full boxes of ice cream bars on a far counter in the kitchen then got distracted doing something else. So I grabbed the boxes to put them in the freezer. She told me to stop. I wanted to help; I asked her what she was doing with them. She told me she was going to put them in the garbage. I didn't understand why--they seemed fine--but she sounded immensely sincere so I carried the boxes to the sink so the bars could melt. (She then yelled at me to stop. She was going to take them out of the boxes and put them in a freezer bag so they'd take up less space.)

There's a reason why I believed her. People throw out food. People throw out perfectly good food. Plus there was her tone--she was very matter-of-fact about it. This can happen to me a lot IRL--if someone says something that seems plausible in a flat enough tone, well, I don't have any reason to disbelieve them. Why would someone who cares about me lie to me?

(There's also things like "Did you know gullible isn't in the dictionary?" "...Really?" "[insert howls of laughter at the gullible dipshit]" - for me, at least, that "really?" indicates that I'm not actually believing you, I require more information, and if I ever hear anybody say "... Really?" to something I've said, I interpret it as a cue to expand further.)

I generally find I don't believe something that sounds implausible to me, no matter the tone. We had a neighbour for years who had this very loud car that he would allow to sit beside our house and idle for at least 10 minutes every time he was going to drive it. Eventually my mum was so annoyed she confronted him about it, and he told her that it was "because the car is old" and the "engine needed to warm up", no matter the weather. The car couldn't have pre-dated the 1990s. I didn't believe him. By the same token, if someone waltzed up to me on a clear, sunny day and announced that the sky is pink, I sure as hell wouldn't believe that, either.

We can't read tone on the internet, that's true, unless we're watching a video. But I can't be convinced of just anything. I couldn't be convinced that Ancient Rome wasn't a thing, I couldn't be convinced that Helen Keller was a fraud. And Wolf ain't convincing me that the uteri of vaccinated people give unvaccinated cis women menstrual cramps. It brings up too many questions. Did these 60 women turn to the women around them and ask if they'd been vaccinated? Did they ask the hotel staff the vaccination status of whomever stayed in the hotel room before them? Why don't vaccinated men give them cramps? Or do they and she just left that out?

Being autistic doesn't make me a naïve fool, floating through the world believing every little thing that's whispered in my ear. It means I struggle to read tone. It means that I want to trust people--I especially want to trust people I'm supposed to be able to trust, so when they deadpan at me or speak matter-of-factly that they're going to throw away food, I believe that, and will act accordingly.

It's really, really hard to convince me of something that sounds out of the ordinary or wildly weird. I don't believe conspiracy theories. I don't believe everything I'm told or everything I read, and it's way easier for me to disbelieve stuff I see online. I do, in fact, fully and thoroughly grasp the difference between fiction and reality (and boy howdy is that ever another rant for another day).

So now, I get to the actual point of this: there are always, always, two conversations happening when it comes to autism and autistic people. There's the conversation that autistic people have about ourselves. Then there's the conversation that allistic people have about us. They don't include us. Ever. They want to talk about us, make decisions for us, make up rules about us. But they never, ever want to talk to us--or, more importantly, with us; or, even more importantly, listen to us when we tell them about our lives and epxeriences.

Whether it's real life or fucking shipping fictional characters, the allistics make declarations about us and what we're like and what we need.

And they never, ever actually ask us what our lives are like, how we experience the world, how they can work with us, what we want, what we need. It'd be too difficult.

If you've met one autistic person, you've met one autistic person. Ask us about our supposed "gullibility" and let us explain what's actually going on. Let us speak and be okay with it when we contradict you when you pass edicts--of consequence or not--about us. We're people with autonomy. Many of us are adults. Probably most of us are adults, given the sheer number of adult years humans live compared to child years.

No, we don't see the world the same way you do. Yes, the world is often very difficult for us to navigate.

But guess whose fault that is.

[sittingupwiththedead]

Tim would get it but it would be very SOP for him, like obviously you sign a prenup thats what you do his parents have a prenup. What's the big deal?

Dick would get it and be annoyed, be so annoyed, "this is the love of his life they're getting married why would they need a prenup they're never getting divorced omg fine Bruce it's a business thing yes i know fine fuck you. " And then try to play it off as NBD stupid business thing, to his fiance. I am only hoping said fiance is smart enough to understand that OF COURSE they're signing a prenup this is a Bruce Wayne's son duh and not be mad.

Damian have a little bit of Dick's energy- "this is the love of my life why would we ever get divorced?!" and a little bit of feral "can we make it more iron clad?" energy. Like can we put in a vengeance clause energy.

Jason reminds Bruce he's dead (even if they've done the public Jason is back thing), can do what he wants isn't making his fiance sign Jack shit, neither is he and walks away. He reads it as Bruce not trusting his choice in partners rather then Bruce taking a responsible precaution and it hurts their relationship and like fucking Alfred or somebody has to talk them both down. The prenup still does not get signed though.

Duke "Holy shit I have stock in Wayne Enterprise really?" Gets fiance to sign it, is VERY EMBARRASSED when he as to explain why.

Stephanie: "Holy shit I have stock in Wayne Enterprises?! ...Can I sell it to pay for the honey moon? You're paying for the honeymoon? Awesome! Yeah no my fiance isn't signing jack shit" laughs, walks away. There is a 50/50 percent chance whether it gets signed though, honestly probably depending on how much self confidence/confidence in her fiance Steph has at the time.

Cass: *blinks* *crosses out anything she disagrees with* *has her fiance sign it* Like is super reasonable. Asks why it's needed, listens, thinks about it, agrees it's a good idea, explains the same to her fiance and moves on. Also believes she's never getting divorced, cause she's very good at people. but would listen when told this is a reasonable precaution and also it will make the board at Wayne Enterprises feel better.

@conspiracy-crows

Really random question but, do you think that Bruce has his kids' partners sign prenups when one of them proposes? I feel like Mr. Contingencies might argue the need for one but at the same time I can't imagine that the kids would take it easily. Especially if he differentiated between partners e.g. not having Barbara sign a prenup or sign one that protects her in the event of a divorce vs a partner he doesn't know as well and having them sign a prenup that clearly exists to only protect his kids and WE.

100%, I think he's even more of a stickler for it than people in many fics make him. Because anyone who can threaten his family's line of inheritance can make a claim to ownership/controlling interest in WE, and therefore can retain control over Batman + his subsidiaries/funding. That prenup is going to be ironclad.

The question is if his kids fully understand the gravity of said prenups, or if Bruce is able to communicate it to them in a way that lets them know he loves them, but that Batman is beyond all of their mortal relationships. Batman has to exist.

[passionatelyfanfic]

Im curious on your take on this subject. As a woman its taboo to talk about periods or "that time of the month" lol. Who do you think out of BTS would be mlt say "fuck it, just put a towel down" (lol) to having sex with their girl while she is on her period?

Thank you for this ask anon x

Yeah, I'd have to agree with you, speaking about periods in general can get a little uncomfortable, which is weird since it literally helps to create life. Period sex, however is a whole new level of uncomfortable for most people. There are reasons, it may be viewed as 'gross', people who get them may feel embarrassed, people may be afraid of blood and it can get messy. Just remember, if it is something that you are going to do, be confident about it, having your period is normal, trust the person you are having period sex with and remember both of you should be comfortable with it. Lmao and yes, put that towel down!

I have done this more like a reaction rather than a MTL x

BTS Reaction Towards Period Sex

Seokjin/ Jin

He comes back from tour or has been away on work for a while. I am not saying that sex is the only thing on his mind when it comes to you, but honestly he has missed you, he wants to show you that he has, he wants to feel you around him. I think he would consider or even suggest that you two have sex, even though you have just told him that your period has started or is ending. I doubt a little blood will scare him.

Yoongi/ Agust D/ Suga

I think he is curious about period sex, he just will not openly admit it. He thinks it sucks because one of the things he enjoys doing most for you, is giving you oral sex. You on your period, he wouldn't be able to. You two might be kissing and touching each other when you tell him you are on your period, he'd be the one to suggest the towel or whether he can finger you, since he may be too lazy to go through the whole clean up process.

Hoseok/ Jhope/ Hobi

A guy in my eyes that would try just about anything. To me he comes off as very clean. He would have thought of ways for easy, sufficient clean up before period sex was even spoken about. You two would be getting pretty heated and horny when you admit that you're on your period. I think when he is turned on, it is hard to just turn that feeling off for him. He would be the one to say, 'let's continue but we are going to do it in the shower'.

Namjoon/ RM

I can picture him been a very horny person, that sex would take place almost everyday with his partner. You two have explored each other enough, to the point that period sex is quite normal for the both of you. You two may opt to have period sex maybe at the beginning or end of your period though, just to ensure that there isn't too much to clean up afterwards.

Jimin

If the two of you are having period sex, it is because you need to ease your cramps. The thing is though, I am not sure if he would be willing to stick his dick in you during your period, not because he finds it disgusting, but because he isn't yet comfortable with that idea. I feel like he is the least messiest out of all the guys during sex in general. He will probably opt to use toys on you instead.

Taehyung/ V

Now he is the one who I feel is the messiest out of all the guys. Period sex would be a pretty normal thing that you two do. Neither of you would feel uncomfortable about it. He would do it even on your heaviest day/s. He likes that he is able to ease your cramps and make you feel good as well as himself too. You two just have to keep on buying towels almost every month.

Jungkook

I think period sex between you two might be introduced when the both of you have sex, you thinking your period is over. He'd look down thinking he'd hurt you, immediately stopping. You'd have to remind him that you did just have your period a few days ago. I feel like he would continue. I think it would become a common thing, since he absolutely loves the feeling of you been so warm and wet around him, he also likes that it relieves you of some pain.

[knockknockchicagopd]

A serie with Antonio Dawson. Chapter I.

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Neither of you complained when Voight asked you to be undercover as a couple, for a simple mission. Someone gave the tip-off of dirty cops dressed like plainclothes who used to deal drugs in clubs. Antonio and you should have to fake to be a drunk couple making out in the bathroom, where the deals used to be closed. He knows you work to perfection together and, out of the District, you're close friends, so it wasn't a problem for you.

Once Kevin and Ruzek have checked the camera installed in one of Antonio's buttons and you two have the earpieces, ready for the action, your partner offers you a fist to crash it with yours.

“Ready to be my girlfriend for a night?”

Raising both eyebrows, you look at him from top to bottom containing a laugh.

“What? Any girl would like it. I'ma good guy”. Pretending to sound offended, he squints at you.

“Do you really want me to break your heart?” You ask then, making reference that every woman he has been with, has left him.

“Low blow”.

“Still being the only one who stays”.

“That's why you're my best pal, and not my girlfriend”.

“Aw, you're afraid of losing me?” Making fun of him, you pull his cheeks shaking his head.

“Don't do that”. He chuckles pushing you away, before offering you his hand. “Ready, princesa?”

“Let's go”.

Stepping out from the VIP zone and going downstairs, you mingle with the people on the dance floor. The music is too loud for you, feeling a little annoyed, while letting Antonio bring you to the bar so you can have a look at your surroundings. You have seen the pictures of the cops, but it's too dark to focus on the faces around you. Although, this is why the Unit is outside checking the club through the cameras, isn't it? Technically, you only have to wait for Voight's alert to go to the bathroom.

Almost bending over the bar with both arms rested on, you wait for the bartender to be attended, feeling Antonio placing himself behind you and landing his hands on your hips. Kissing your bare shoulder, he puts his chin over it watching the people behind your positions through the mirror in front of you.

“Anything?” You whisper loud enough to be heard only by him.

“Not yet”.

“What can I serve you?” The bartender pushes you out of your thoughts about Antonio's fingers caressing your waist, showing him a soft smile.

“Two beers, please”. You reply leaning on your tiptoes for a second.

While your partner pays the drinks, you grab them turning around to continue watching the assistants, without looking too suspicious. With an arm on your shoulders and a beer less in your hands, Antonio guides you to a corner of the club from where you can have a better look of it. Being undercover is one of the things that you like the most about your job, but you're not going to lie; starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the situation of exceeding the limit between him and you. At first, you didn't care. Antonio and you are very cuddly with each other, but knowing that your Unit is monitoring every second makes it somewhat awkward.

Having a sip from your beer, you turn at him placing your hands on his shoulders, feigning that you're just having a good time dancing on a given night. It isn't the first time you hang out alone, but not in this manner, and you sure he can feel it.

“Relax”. Antonio murmurs into your ear, pushing you close to move his body in sync with yours.

“I'm relaxed”. You lie chuckling and licking your bottom lip, tossing your head back looking for his incredulous eyes. “I am!”

“Sure”. He teases you by pinching your nose and making you laugh louder.

“After the mission, we're gonna book you a hotel room, no worries”. Jay's voice makes your cheek burn in shame, as your partner chokes on his beer.

“Intelligence pays”. Now, it's your boss who is speaking almost causing you a heart attack.

Antonio puckers his lips as if he's agreeing, drawing a funny gesture on his face.

“Breakfast in bed?”

“You can't eat breakfast, if you don't have tee—”.

“Cops at your six. Black jeans, brown jackets. Military boots”. Adam informs, knowing it's time to go to the bathroom.

Leaving the beers away on a coffee table, Antonio tangles his hands with yours to guide you through the crowd, straight to the place you've installed another camera to record the mission. As you come closer, the pressure in your chest becomes heavier, and you can feel him nervous by the way his fingers move around yours. Taking a last look of the plainclothes officers, you walk into the bathroom.

At your right there are four cubicles, in front of the sinks and the mirrors. All emptied. Antonio makes you a sign with his chin before continuing to the marble counter, between the second and the third sink. Sitting on and placing your purse by a side, your partner settles himself between your legs and puts his hand on your lower back.

“I'm too sober for this shit”.

“Stop complaining, you're enjoying it”. He scoffs clicking his tongue.

“Yeah… sure I'm the only one…”

“Alert. They're coming in three… two… one…” Before Jay can say zero, the door gets opened.

You don't see them, rushing to crash your mouth on Antonio's. From the very first moment, your lips move in total sync as if they were dancing passionately, when you feel the click in your guts. His arms pushes you somewhat closer, shortening the distance between your bodies with the same necessity it's running under your skin. There's no way back, and you two know it.

“Get outta here. Now”. You hear, breaking the kiss breathlessly to turn at your partners from another district, accompanied by two unknown guys.

“Man, I've paid for her five drinks. I ain't going anywhere till this bitch sucks my dick”.

You can't believe his words, nor the tone of voice he's using, letting go a nervous laugh palming his chest and pushing him away softly to put down on your heels.

“No worries, boys. Do your thing, and we'll do ours”.

Grabbing Antonio's shirt in a fist, you take him to the cubicle in front of you trying to feign to be drunk enough, closing the door behind your backs. You can't help but cross your arms over your chest, tilting your head with both eyebrows frowned.

“It was part of the plan”. Antonio tries to excuse himself, just moving his lips without uttering any noise to not arouse suspicion. “Sorry”.

“You called me bitch”.

The man waves his hands desperately to make you understand, earning a snort from you before starting to hear the deal happening some feet away from you. A simple one. Heroin and money. You can't even believe they can be this stupid, making you roll your eyes under Antonio's attentive and funny look.

“Shouldn't you be on your knees?”

Squinting as you lick your lips, with that kind of gesture that warns him that maybe he's going to be punched on the face, your partner lifts up both hands to defend his innocence again containing a laugh.

“Oh, fuck… You're so good”. You fake a loud moan, having so much fun when you see Antonio taking a step back, starting to blush.

It has been so real he's scared. Raising both eyebrows, you can't help but draw a petty smile on your mouth. The reddening of his cheeks enraptured you for a second, till you hear how the deal is closed, being the go-ahead to complete your mission. Grabbing the gun inside your purse and throwing it to the floor, you suddenly open the door in position and pointing at them.

“Chicago P.D.! Don't move! Hands on the head! Put your hands on the head!” You shout stepping out from the cubicle, followed by Antonio ready to help you containing them till the squad arrives.

[aks3raao1]

Danganronpa shorts: Luck in a mansion

It was a rather cloudy day when Kazuichi had an idea. A rather strange and disastrous idea, if I, Hajime Hinata, were being honest.

"So, let's go to this mansion! I heard it was scientifically interesting!"

Kazuichi Soda was a rather cowardly man and his defining characteristic was crushing over a woman (and making her uncomfortable with his advances) who would never return his feelings. He was truly hopeless in that regard and prone to fits of jealousy towards anyone who got close to her.

However, he had another side to him. He was also the Ultimate Mechanic and had been accepted by Hope's Peak for that reason. Thus, whenever he came upon a machine, his first instinct was to attempt to open it up and see how it worked. I suppose his fascination with machines in this manner is somewhat similar to Nagito's fascination with hope.

Speaking of which—

"What a hopeful idea, Kazuichi! I am sure the scientific mysteries of the mansion would give rise to hope when solved by someone as great as you!" Nagito Komaeda said, a little starry eyed. Well, that wasn't unexpected since he appeared to try and find hope....virtually everywhere.

However, it was an unspoken thing in our class that we are likelier to be less confident in things after Nagito's over blown praises than more confident unless it benefited the person being praised.

Now, it benefitted Kazuichi.

"Yeah, we all might find something for ourselves too!!! Besides it would be a fun outing!!!"

"Your hope for this outing is so beautiful, Kazuichi, I am sure it will turn out as the Ultimate Outing!" Nagito went on, ecstatic.

"Errr, yeah," Kazuichi looked mildly uncomfortable at that and I swallowed a retort of, "A taste of your own medicine, huh?" and instead said,

"Well, happy outing, you too, then."

"Wait no, you are coming with us as well," Kazuichi said, "No way in hell am I going with this weirdo alone."

I wonder what made him think that I wanted to go alone with two weirdos who were drunk on their respective obsessions. Atleast Kazuichi was less likelier to murder people due to said obsession but still.

"So Hajime is in," Kazuichi said, not waiting for my answer.

"Wait, I never said—"

"—however it appears that you need four people according to the ticket, Kazuichi, so it appears that you need to invite another person," Nagito said, completely ignoring me and looking over the paper Kazuichi was clutching in his hand.

"I do, yes," Kazuichi said, "Miss Sonia would you—"

She pretended as if he did not exist.

Downtrodden Kazuichi went on, "I can kick out Nagito if you want—"

Still no response.

Utterly crushed, Kazuichi turned back to us.

"So.....," his enthusiasm was noticeably less than before, "I...."

"Don't give up hope, Kazuichi! I am sure something would turn up for you at the mansion!"

This caused me to feel like Nagito just wanted to go to that super mysterious mansion. Well, I suppose my own curiosity had been spiked as well due to the ambiguous way Kazuichi framed it.

"You think?" Kazuichi said, looking slightly more hopeful.

"Absolutely! There's hope in that mansion!"

Slightly uncomfortable, Kazuichi scratched his neck.

"Well, I suppose I can't turn this down......but we need another person."

He looked around the place and I sent a silent prayer to the unfortunate person who would grab his eye.

"Hey, Fuyuhiko—!"

Now I felt sorry for Kazuichi.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu was the Ultimate Yakuza and rather foul mouthed and brash despite his small stature. He was also the last person who would get dragged into such a thing.

Or so had I thought, woefully underestimating Kazuichi's persuasion skills.

"What is it?" Fuyuhiko snapped, "What do you want?"

"Hey, want to go with us to this mansion?" Kazuichi said, walking over and sitting down in front of him with a wide shark like grin.

"...who's us?" Fuyuhiko said.

"Hajime, me and Nagito."

"....I am not going."

"Why, do you want to make out with Peko or something?"

"No, what the fuck."

"Come on, please, we just need another member and you are perfect for that."

"I said I am not going—"

Kazuichi proceeded to whine and annoy the living hell out of Fuyuhiko for the next one hour, causing him to give in. Evidently, his dedication to machines was more than his personal pride.

~

A day later, we were all standing in front of the mansion.

The weather was still cloudy. The weather forecast hadn't informed us about any rain, but considering that Nagito was tagging along.....well anything was possible. Already he was sporting bandaged arms when he had arrived today and seemed apprehensive to go with us. However Kazuichi had dragged him along anyways, with a, "No backsies."

I had asked him about the bandaged arms and his reply had been,

"Ahaha, it's the bad luck for the good luck that an Ultimate would invite such a worthless person like me........all I would do is bring along bad luck, however I am sure the Ultimates can overcome that."

If just going on a fun trip punished him in this manner, I suppose I can see why he is the way he is. In a way. I don't think I will ever come close to understanding Nagito Komaeda.

"So, we are staying here for a week, okay?" Kazuichi said, bringing out the keys. They were huge and fit for such an ancient mansion like this.

He unlocked the door. We pushed it together, causing it to swing back with a groan.

Silence.

That was the first thing I noted about this place. How absolutely silent it was.

The next thing I noticed was how dark it was.

Fuyuhiko took out a lighter to light the torches, looking creeped out himself.

"Oi, Kazuichi, I thought this was a scientific mystery, not a test of courage in a haunted house," he said, grumbling.

"...a scientific mystery is what they called it," Kazuichi said, looking confused himself.

"Ah, I am sure we can use science to investigate a paranormal mystery! If it can be solved using science, then it makes it a scientific mystery!" Nagito pointed out.

"I suppose so."

"I still have a bad feeling about this place.....," I muttered, going to help Fuyuhiko with the lights, "Besides, do we have a map?"

"Right in front of you, Hajime," Nagito chirped and I turned around to see that indeed, there was a map right in front of me.

"It looks like your hidden Talent could be Ultimate Map Summoner," he joked next, going to check the map in question.

"Lay off that already."

I might have forgotten my Ultimate Talent but that didn't give him the permission to rub it into my face at every turn.

Kazuichi used the light of the torches to check the keys.

"The numbers inscribed on the keys correspond to that on the map," Nagito spoke. This guy had some seriously good skills of observation. For a brief moment, I wondered why he isn't the Ultimate Detective instead.

"I see," Kazuichi went to check the map as well and began matching the keys to the map, "The map is incomplete....it looks too small for such a huge place.....wait, it's burnt off at the end."

"....ah."

Having finished lighting the torches, Fuyuhiko and I went to check the map in question as well. To allow Fuyuhiko to see it, Nagito moved back.

"Well, I am sure Ultimates such as yourselves would be able to figure out the rest of the map."

"Dude, we none of us are the Ultimate Mansion Map Imaginer over here," Kazuichi said, rolling his eyes.

Nagito looked at me.

"Definitely not," I said, "The map is extremely weird."

"I wonder which dumbass thought it would be a great idea to burn this map off," Fuyuhiko grumbled, "This better not be a prank Kazuichi."

"Why don't the lot of you believe me," Kazuichi spoke, "I saw this place at the same time as you all did. I originally got the ticket from my uncle who asked me to visit this place with three other people."

"Highly suspicious uncle, I see," Fuyuhiko said, "Well it would be the best to explore what areas we can explore and keep our stuff in the bedrooms."

"There are two bedrooms," I said squinting at the map, "Or that's what I can get from this map anyways."

"Well then we have to share it!" Kazuichi said, most cheerfully.

".....what," the rest of us chorused.

None of us had ever heard such a suggestion before.

".....share one bedroom between us, isn't that the most obvious conclusion?" Kazuichi tried again.

"I am too worthless to—," Nagito started up.

"We aren't that chummy—," Fuyuhiko spoke up.

"...sounds rather embarassing," I said.

Faced with our combined refusal, Kazuichi took a step back in exasperation.

"Then do you all geniuses have a better idea????"

"Yes," Fuyuhiko spoke before any of us could, "Explore the mansion and find atleast two more bedrooms."

".......you guys are so dedicated to being tsundere that it's honestly really sad," Kazuichi said, checking the keys again.

"Hey, what was that for—," I started.

"How fucking dare you," Fuyuhiko growled.

".....Uh, since none of us want to share rooms, I suppose we should split up and search? After all, it would be troublesome if we got lost," Nagito said, trying to quell us. It worked, apparently since Kazuichi nodded appreciatively.

"Nagito and Hajime can go together," he said, giving half the keys to me, "And Fuyuhiko can come with me."

Suffice to say, neither Fuyuhiko nor I were too happy about our respective partners, however we chose not to argue.

Kazuichi pushed open the door to the entrance hall which had electric lights on for some reason.

"Let's go."

~~~~~~

"It would be rather interesting if your hidden Talent could come into play here," Nagito said while we searched the kitchen. It was, shockingly enough, filled with modern amenities, which caused me to wonder what the hell was up with the first corridor. It was probably for show, though. And Nagito was still hung over my Talent since we started walking together, making me wish I had brought a duct tape to seal his mouth with.

"I don't see why you are so obsessed with my Talent," I said, searching the microwave. It had a single roasted chicken. It looked rather appetizing.

"What, don't you want to know what Talent got you into Hope's Peak? Maybe your hidden Talent is Ultimate Amnesia for all we know...."

"That's a mental disorder, not something to excel at," I grumbled, taking the chicken out.

"Hm...?" Nagito appeared to have caught smell of the roasted chicken and came over, ".......how odd."

"Well—," my sentence remained incomplete as a light came out of the open microwave and sucked Nagito to God knows where like something out of a sci fi movie.

The chicken dropped from my hand in shock.

"NAGITO?????"

~~~~~~

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu with anyone who wasn't Peko Pekoyama happened to make a rather caustic pair.

Especially right now, when he was searching a bedroom that resembled that of a hospital with Kazuichi Souda. Kazuichi had been needling him on tips to get a girl (Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess) to like him, because apparently he was supposed to be an expert on that somehow since he had Peko. He tried to explain that they had just been raised from birth and that they were best friends for that reason. Kazuichi looked downtrodden at that, prompting him to ask whether he had brought him along just to question that.

"Well," he said rather shamelessly, "I can't ask Hajime or Nagito for that, can I?"

Fuyuhiko felt the beginnings of a severe migraine in his head.

He would have to use all his patience in the following week to not murder this guy on spot.

"GUYS—," a rather shrill voice rang out, causing the both of them to jump and bump their heads against one another.

Hajime had come and he was looking extremely frightened and entirely out of his element. Hajime was someone who was extremely likely to faint at shocking events and tended to react strongly to abnormal things, so it was not a shock to see him freaked out. However, what was a shock was the absence of the cotton candy haired guy running after him in attempts of placating him.

Which led Fuyuhiko to assume that the reason was definitely Nagito.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nagito got sucked inside a microwave and disappeared," Hajime said, panting.

".....pardon the fuck?"

".....This must be the scientific mystery they talked about in the brochure," Kazuichi said, eyes wide in excitement and slight fear, "Nagito's luck caused him to find it."

~~

It was a bland tasteless white room, whiter than even his own hair. Equipment was scattered around on the metal tables. Cupboards overflowed with bundles of paper and files. There was a projector at the far corner of the room.

Nagito Komaeda groggily rubbed at his face with his hands.

Ultimate Luck was truly something.

He turned his throbbing head around to check behind him. There was a gramaphone's trumpet there, sitting innocently. However, he was perfectly aware of exactly how innocent it was.

He looked at the room again. It was huge and there were no doors nor windows. It was, to say, an entirely sealed room apart from the gramaphone record that he assumed served as the pathway from the kitchen's microwave to this room.

He closed his eyes and exhaled.

[1/2]

Kazuichi is hopeless beyond sjjsjwjwjw

[rockerb0y]

     ❝  as much of a chance as a one-legged guy has at winnin' an ass-kicking contest but hey, don't let that stop you. if you've got such an insatiable hankerin' for my  sloppy seconds,  got my blessing to give it the old college try. over at the afterlife, getting your balls publicly busted by rogue is practically a rite of passage so far be it from me to deny you of that. the regulars don't mind a show — more  bang  for their buck, really.  ❞

     ACIDITY  bled through the cracks of seasoned sangfroid, inwardly envenomed by her name's targeted mention as lidded stare held with steadfast focus. limerence for rogue had long since receded into comfortable  amity  yet neither lacked the will to meaningfully sever attachment. unequivocally was he certain that she still spoke of him in the same manner: callous and paired with vituperative affront to mask persevering bias. regardless of their  unamicable  separation years ago, enough familiarity existed between the two of them to conduct an educated assessment on rogue's taste in partners on her behalf and corporates seldom enticed her  consummate  palette; rogue's standards may have questionable on occasion but never to an  inexpiable  extent.

          she was damn lucky to have him in her corner.

     ❝  endgame's gonna happen with or without me, choom.  i'm just flint for the fire. want people to know that 'saka isn't as indestructible as it seems, that megacorps can still bleed like the rest of us. they need  you,  not the other way around. the more people wise up to that, the closer we get to a systemic overhaul. the masses have a right to know what's at stake and who they're fightin' this war for — or fuck it, maybe i  am  doing all this simply 'cause i like the sound of my own voice. either or, maybe both. dealer's choice.  ❞

     whiskey glass lifted pointedly towards his corporate counterpart before a mouthful of smoky amber conquered thirst, thin wisps of cigarette smoke twining and coiling into themselves during cursory interlude. denunciation of his temerarious disposition and methods was expected and while the screamsheets were repeat offenders with their  inculpatory  smear tactics, an in-person confrontation boasted a certain  intimacy  which couldn't quite be replicated in text. provocation and mutual pillory fueled engagement and fortified attention proper, far more than  unreciprocated  derision ever could.

     ❝  got some good news for you, though. not too late to switch sides. you can chalk it up to entertainment, morbid interest, or something else entirely — don't give a shit, whatever tickles your taint. fact is, your eyes are on me and  something's  sticking if you're here to pick my brain. you know i'm not just spinnin' my wheels. arasaka won't twice about taking you out to pasture after they've squeezed you dry of all value, tenure be damned. no severance to pay if the body's cold and  guarantee  that they'll come to collect.  ❞   tautly between index and middle finger did the cigarette remain captive, even as paired digits motioned towards the other to accentuate outspoken evaluation.   ❝  you're a tax write-off, an asset which isn't paid to think for itself or have any kind of identity. they  own  you, in life and in death —  that's  the fine print on your contract,  that's  what happens when you hand them the leash. it's  your  endgame until you grow a spine and bare your teeth.  ❞

     lungs swelled with a prolonged inhale which further  deteriorated  nicotine supply, more ash joining the tray's plentiful pile as it was tapped loose. not unlike his patron, his own cigarette was tragically nearing its end but its quietus was detained by a desire to first deliver appraisal's denouement; a replacement had already been passingly contemplated.

    ❝  won't get a  christmas bonus  for sniffin' around the rubble when it all comes crashing down — figuratively speaking, that is. maybe you ought'a think long and hard about whether you're genuinely  satisfied with how things are and why. tell you this much, most  purebred  corpos don't seek me out to play a round of twenty questions or offer up a cig in good faith. should consider what that says about you.  ❞

the cherry at the tip of his cigarette flared a bright, angry red, mirroring the mocking glint in his spheres, his structure finding repose once he leaned back. the insurgent's swagger, that effortless rebellion laced with bitterness, was as loud as the city's ever-present hum outside, yet it never failed to amuse ryker. ❝ expense it? hell, johnny, you act like i didn't already file that under 'corporate entertainment' last quarter. ❞ his tiers curled into a sardonic grin, the kind that spoke of an arrogant amusement more than any real sting. ❝ let the execs think i'm winin' and dinin' some foreign dignitary. you? ❞ he flicked his cigarette, ashes falling into the pristine ashtray betwixt them, his gaze, however, naught but cemented on the other. ❝ yourre just the sideshow. the flavour of the night. ❞ he let his words simmer for a moment, the smirk never leaving his lineaments. they both shared a recklessness that was almost innate... but ryker himself used it to scoff at from his tower, back when he was drowning in corpo luxury and blinded by his own ambition. now, however? he saw the cracks in the system. the rot. and johnny, with all his rebellious bravado, was starting to look more like the antidote to a poisoned world than the joke he used to be in ryker's mind.

❝ what am i hoping to get outta this? mhm, silverhand... maybe... i'm here for the entertainment value, pure and simple. watching you tilt at windmills is like my favourite late-night show: tragic, but entertaining. though, i mean... if your band ain't working and you need extra cash... well, we can always discuss other options. ain't using my hand when i can have another. ❞ he paused, the cigarette hanging loosely betwixt his digits whilst his smirk hardened, almost predatory in its amusement. ❝ besides, we both know you're the one who's always on the clock, even when you don't want to admit it. got that rebel brand to protect, don't ya? can't let the world forget that you're the big bad rocker boy who'll take down the system one power chord at a time. ❞ he gestured vaguely, his cigarette tracing an invisible arc through the air, mocking the grandiosity of johnny's cause. ❝ just curious about your next move... i'm a great listener, you know? ❞

but even whilst he mocked, there was a flicker of something else in his gaze ⸻ respect, buried deep beneath the layers of sarcasm and cynicism. because no matter how much he taunted johnny, no matter how much he enjoyed poking at the cracks in his armour, ryker could not deny that he had guts. the kind of guts that had started to appeal to ryker more than the cold, calculated world of corpo backstabbing ever had. he had spent so long playing the corpo game, bending to the system's will whilst pretending he was in control. seeing johnny, someone who refused to bow, ryker could not help but feel a flicker of… what? envy? mayhap. ❝ let's be real... you're not just in this for shits and giggles. you're not just throwing Molotovs 'cause you like watching the flames. you've got a plan. a real one. ❞ he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, leaning forward slightly. ❝ would you like to share with your old friend what's your endgame? ❞ for once, ryker was not mocking. he was not taunting. he genuinely wanted to know. because if there was one thing ryker had learned from his time in the corpo world, it was that everyone had an agenda. everyone had an angle. ❝ i've spent so much time in afterlife to hear your name everywhere... and rogue, oh... damn, you think i might have a chance with her? ❞ and there he was, with jest crawling in, if only to stir the fire.

[punkscowardschampions]

Chloé & James

Chloé: What the fuck is wrong with you, James? James: typically you'd happily answer that for me Chloé: I'm not in a joking mood now Chloé: thanks to you James: neither am I, coincidentally Chloé: really Chloé: well you seem happy to make a joke out of me James: you don't have the slightest knowledge of what does or doesn't make me happy, Chloé Chloé: frankly, James, I don't care either Chloé: but if you're going to make ME look as stupid as you clearly are Chloé: then we have a problem James: would you care to share with me what you're talking about though? James: I'd like to know the scale of the problem at the very least Chloé: the problem is, dear husband of mine, you getting caught leaving here without me and with some random whore instead James: okay Chloé: is that all you have to say for yourself Chloé: I don't think so James: essentially, yes Chloé: how could you Chloé: do you have any idea how ridiculous I feel Chloé: I would NEVER do that to you Chloé: in front of your friends James: I didn't do it deliberately James: you weren't supposed to find out & neither were they Chloé: unbelievable Chloé: what the HELL am I meant to say to Sara? James: what did you say last time when it was Zara instead? Chloé: absolutely nothing about this is funny Chloé: you're going to have to grovel so hard when you get here Chloé: she's about ready to say something to you herself James: it wasn't meant to be amusing, the point is you'll think of something, you always do James: if everything else fails, unfriend her like you have so many others Chloé: you'd like that Chloé: ruin my social life Chloé: this is the first time we've been to anything proper in AGES James: your social life is far down enough on the list of my priorities to not be relevant to me whatsoever Chloé: you want me to be stuck at home with nothing to do but raise your children James: I'd like for you to contribute towards raising our children, yes Chloé: oh that's right, try to turn it around on me Chloé: you YOU fucked up here James: I shouldn't have let any of your friends see us, but I hardly consider it a fuck up James: if anything it's a chance to do things differently, be honest with everyone Chloé: excuse me? James: why can't we finally stop pretending that everything is fine? Chloé: oh yes, let's just tell EVERYONE are business, air everything in public Chloé: don't be so ridiculous James: I didn't say public James: friends, family Chloé: stop talking nonsense Chloé: what do you want, group therapy? Chloé: no one wants to hear about your problems, James James: you know I want to leave Chloé: clearly but you got caught Chloé: come face up to it like a man James: face up to what? James: you're not upset for any genuine reason Chloé: don't you dare tell me I've no right to be upset James: that isn't what I said James: you're upset because you care about what Sara thinks, not because you care about me or our family or anything real Chloé: care about you??? Chloé: you are something else Chloé: you're going to humiliate me and ask for that Chloé: what part of you should be back here on your knees do you not get James: I've given up asking for anything James: you're drunk, it's making this more of an argument than it needs to be Chloé: fuck you Chloé: i'm here, alone Chloé: because you openly left to go fuck someone else Chloé: I am your WIFE Chloé: you don't just get to do that James: you haven't spoken to me since before I dropped the girls off James: I got the impression that you were enjoying being here alone, with your friends Chloé: oh yes, I really want to be the only one here alone Chloé: that doesn't look tragic at all James: you aren't the only one here alone & I'm allowed to have friends Chloé: I'm the only one here with a partner who's being stranded and left in the dirt actually, yes Chloé: and you weren't going nowhere with any fucking friend so don't even try that Chloé: Sara saw her James: because of course you've never slept with any of your friends Chloé: I don't even have any male friends Chloé: accusing me of things won't make what you did any less obvious James: I fully admit it was obvious James: as I've explained, I want things to be different Chloé: well they aren't Chloé: and you don't get to implement changes just because you feel like it James: they could be Chloé: they won't be James: Chloé Chloé: Get back here now James: & if I don't Chloé: did I say that was an option? James: talk to me, I'm trying to talk to you Chloé: I don't want to talk Chloé: I need to go home now, thanks to you James: well, I don't want to come back, give me an actual reason why I should Chloé: you know why, I don't need to spell this out to you James: the girls aren't there, so between me & you, what possible reasons are there? Chloé: if you don't come back for me right now, you know I will make your life a living hell James: it already is Chloé: you know I have the power to make it worse James: yes, but will you when you won't even admit to anyone that anything is wrong? Chloé: if you force my hand Chloé: by openly cheating on me, or whatever you think you're trying to do here Chloé: I'll have no choice James: nothing I've ever done has been a secret from you Chloé: You aren't this stupid Chloé: you know what you have to do, how you have to be James: perhaps I'm this tired Chloé: we're all tired, James Chloé: grow up James: please just give me a discussion James: instead of whatever this is Chloé: there is nothing to discuss Chloé: get here now, take me home James: we can't keep doing this, you know that Chloé: doing what? Chloé: you, ruining everything Chloé: I wish you'd stop but doubt it James: it's not just me James: I wish you'd stop too Chloé: I've not done anything to you Chloé: have you seen me fucking anyone else in front of you today Chloé: no James: that isn't what I'm referring to or what I've done James: you didn't see me, I wouldn't do that Chloé: it's the same fucking thing Chloé: in fact, I would rather Chloé: if that meant you didn't do it in front of everyone else Chloé: all my friends James: I haven't done anything, getting in a car with someone could be explained away a million different ways Chloé: no it cannot Chloé: everyone knows what that means Chloé: you do not turn up to an event with your wife and leave with someone else Chloé: don't insult my intelligence James: then let me tell the truth James: tell me I can go & get the girls & take them to my parents' place with me & we'll go from there James: it's one honest conversation Chloé: what are you talking about Chloé: absolutely not James: please Chloé: you're drunk James: no, I'm not Chloé: why the hell would you think I would ever agree to that James: because this isn't working Chloé: so you need to fix it James: taking you home so you can pretend this never happened isn't a solution Chloé: it's a start James: for god's sake Chloé: just do it and stop whining Chloé: for god's sake me, who do you think you are James: your husband, as you keep reminding me now that you'd like me to do something Chloé: we got married James: I do have some recollection of that, yes James: despite the state I was in Chloé: it was horrible James: I know, I'm sorry Chloé: you aren't sorry Chloé: not sorry enough James: I am, for that, you didn't deserve the wreck I was on that day Chloé: I looked disgusting James: no you didn't Chloé: yes I did Chloé: and no one made any good speeches or danced and the photos are awful James: your mum made a nice speech Chloé: Jay ruined her dress, and kept crying Chloé: I only get to do it once and it was that shit James: she was a baby, crying & being sick is what they do Chloé: she was 2 Chloé: that's not a baby James: it's not an adult either James: you can't hold her responsible Chloé: whatever Chloé: where the hell are you James: I don't think she was 2, I'm sure she was younger Chloé: well I was 16 when I had her and we couldn't get married 'til we were at least 18 so you do the maths Chloé: and you didn't answer my question James: I suppose you must be right Chloé: I know i'm right it happened to me you idiot Chloé: where are you James: on my way Chloé: hurry up James: please don't start, Chloé Chloé: like I said, it's Sara you need to worry about James: oh I remember her having a tantrum about her hair James: did we go to someone else's wedding when she was a baby? Chloé: Why is this relevant? Chloé: I don't bloody know James: I'm just trying to account for the gaps & mix ups in my memory Chloé: Brilliant James: I'm sorry, okay? I'll say it for back then as many times as you want Chloé: As if you're any better now James: I can take care of them now James: I'm not high any more Chloé: what about me James: I'm coming to take you home Chloé: you don't care about me James: yes I do, a part of me will always care about you Chloé: you only care about them James: I love them, of course I care Chloé: you're just not Chloé: you don't do any of this right James: neither of us do James: I told you, it doesn't work Chloé: you need to try harder with me Chloé: make more effort James: I make every effort Chloé: psh Chloé: you do not Chloé: when's the last time we fucked James: you know when James: & why Chloé: exactly Chloé: it's not good enough Chloé: it isn't right James: it wouldn't be right for me to sleep with you James: I can't Chloé: you can sleep with literally everyone else James: you're not like everyone else Chloé: why James: I don't want to do this James: you know you don't treat me like they do, or make me feel good ever Chloé: 'cos you treat me so nice James: I'm no better & that's exactly why we shouldn't be together Chloé: well we are James: until Sara opens her big mouth at least Chloé: what? James: you were the one who told me she saw me Chloé: that doesn't mean we're not together Chloé: it means you cheated Chloé: again James: if she decides to tell everyone, we won't be together Chloé: she wouldn't do that James: what makes you so sure? Chloé: she's my friend Chloé: and it's not her place James: she's one of those friends then, who knows her place James: that makes sense Chloé: you think anyone is going to end our marriage Chloé: don't be ridiculous James: if only Chloé: excuse me James: it's a clear sentiment, perhaps I should've slept with Sara if it meant she would Chloé: Sara would never sleep with you James: but you've said the same about some of your friends who have Chloé: you are disgusting James: undeniably James: I've made a lot of mistakes & yet, as angry as you are, today wasn't one Chloé: why are you telling me this Chloé: I could sit here and list off all the people I've slept with but I'm not going to James: because you think I haven't tried James: I stopped when you gave me the news about being pregnant with Matty & it made no difference whatsoever James: the problem isn't who we sleep with, it's us Chloé: you didn't want her James: don't say that to me as if it has any relevance James: it didn't want either of them with you under both sets of circumstances, it's not equal to wishing they didn't exist Chloé: that's nice isn't it James: we shouldn't have brought another child into this, I can admit that Chloé: you can play doting dad all you want but that's what it comes down to James: I'm not going to apologise for wanting things to be different James: for all of us Chloé: want all you like Chloé: this is real life Chloé: for fuck's sake James: yes, their real lives James: you can't tell me you think any of what's happening is okay for them Chloé: there's nothing wrong with their lives James: Chloé Chloé: what? James: it isn't true Chloé: yes it is Chloé: stop being dramatic Chloé: you're seriously drunk James: stop lying Chloé: I'm not the liar James: what have I lied about? Chloé: everything James: I'm here James: are you going to help me find you or is this part of the suffering as well? Chloé: take a wild guess James: well, do you at least have a car waiting? I gave mine to her Chloé: you better be joking James: what's funny about that? Chloé: why would you do that Chloé: have to do everything myself because you wanna play gentleman to some random bitch Chloé: fine James: so she could get home, obviously James: it's fine I'll order another now Chloé: that's not your concern when you aren't going with James: they're my concerns, not yours Chloé: who is she James: no Chloé: what do you mean, no Chloé: tell me James: we're not talking about her, no Chloé: why the hell not James: because I gave her my car in order to avoid her running into you, or Sara Chloé: I'll find out James: you won't Chloé: we'll see James: it's not one of your friends who I wanted you to find out about James: there's no games this time, it's not about you Chloé: what is it then James: it's her Chloé: i'll find out and put a stop to whatever you think this is James: like you said, this is real life James: you have before but it hasn't actually stopped anything Chloé: you're still here Chloé: with me James: but I still want her James: I'll still like her Chloé: shut up James: okay Chloé: I don't care what you want or what you like Chloé: got it James: I've always understood that, however stupid you may take me to be Chloé: Then we understand each other James: can you please get in the car? Chloé: i'm saying goodbye Chloé: i have manners James: fine Chloé: you can wait five minutes James: you were desperate to leave not even five minutes ago Chloé: you can wait Chloé: that's important James: we understand each other, remember, I know what you're doing Chloé: maybe you'll start to talk some sense James: however long you make me wait, I won't be blindly agreeing with the nonsense you're prone to saying when you're this drunk Chloé: I'm not even James: finish your goodbyes so we can go Chloé: don't tell me what to do Chloé: asshole James: I'm sorry but this is unbearable Chloé: how do you think i felt when you left me James: I honestly didn't think you would feel anything Chloé: you never think about my feelings Chloé: that's why Chloé: just yourself James: I don't know how you feel, I haven't for a long time James: you refuse to communicate properly with me Chloé: pretend you care Chloé: pretend you ever have James: I do care, I told you, you're the mother of my children Chloé: then do what I want James: what do you want? James: you asked me to come back, I'm here Chloé: whoever you're seeing, stop Chloé: focus on me Chloé: your wife Chloé: make me happy James: I did stop, it didn't make you any happier James: you didn't even notice Chloé: you need to do nice things for me James: I look after the children so you don't have to, work so you don't have to James: I'm friends with who you tell me to be, I wear what you tell me to Chloé: you should just be those things Chloé: that's not trying, that's the minimum, you could be anyone from here James: then find someone who's willing to try harder for you Chloé: it's that easy Chloé: fucking hell James: of course not, but it doesn't have to be this hard either Chloé: just stop talking Chloé: you have no idea James: or you can talk to me, that's something we've never tried

[katedrakeohd]

Author's note: This is a continuation of Wacky Drabbles #5 no prompt just dinner conversation...

Just Desserts

Drake and Kate emerge from the laundry room a few minutes later. Wearing his damp bluejeans, Drake feels uncomfortable but at least he's dressed. Kate takes his hand and tugs, when he hesitates she whispers to him. “I promise to make it up to you later, now come on let's get this dinner over with.”

Drake whispers back with a grin, “I hope you're talking about dessert.”

Kate winks at him, “Yes, and I don’t mean apple pie.”

As they walk into the kitchen, Lorraine glances up from the plate she's loading up with pasta for herself. “What's that about pie? Not until you eat dinner first. You know the rules.”

Kate grins up at Drake and rolls her eyes. “You heard the Lady, no dessert until you've finished dinner.”

Drake winks back at her as he grabs his plate. “Well then it's a good thing I'm hungry.”

Stepping in behind Kate in line at the counter, Drake purposely stands a little too close. Kate sucks in a breath as she feels her body react involuntarily to his breath on the back of her neck. She's glad her blouse has long sleeves to hide the goosebumps rising on her skin. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she throws a little shade to tease him.

“Back it up buddy, besides you still smell like goose.”

Drake takes a step back raising his eyebrows, trading her shade for snark. “Ouch. Fine next time I'll just let the honking goose ruin everyone's evening.”

Carol laughs, “No..no. Believe me I'm very grateful for your help with shutting him up.”

After scooping spaghetti and meatballs onto his plate, Drake grins as he sits down across the table from Kate. “See? My partner in Clem's rescue appreciates me, goose smell or not.”

Lorraine shakes her head, “Ok everyone let's all behave and enjoy our dinner.”

Kate quirks an eyebrow at Drake from across the table, he smirks back at her as she puts salad into her bowl. Let the games begin.

They all eat in silence for a few minutes and then Lorraine speaks up, “Oh Carol, didn't you bring wine home to go with dinner?”

When Carol gets up from the table to retrieve the two bottles of wine from the counter, Drake and Kate exchange a look across the table.

They've held onto their secret long enough. Kate drops a hint, “I suppose we do have something to celebrate. Drake isn't much of a wine drinker, but he's welcome to have a glass for me.”

Everyone turns to look at Lorraine when she drops her fork, “Katherine, since when do you not drink wi-…Oh my goodness, you're not serious?”

Kate nods, her eyes shining with happiness. “We are.”

Carol opens the bottle of white wine with a pop of the cork. “So you've already been to the Doctor?”

Lorraine holds out her wine glass for Carol to fill. Drake holds his out as well as he answers. “No, but we have an appointment scheduled for when we go back to Valtoria.”

“Valtoria? I thought your country was called Cordonia.” Lorraine says looking over to Drake.

“Oh it is. Valtoria is the name of our Duchy.” Kate answers for him.

Lorraine twirls spaghetti around her fork. “I still can't believe my little Kath- ..Kate is a Duchess. You've come a long way from the girl I knew, making mud pies in the backyard, all pigtails and missing her front teeth.”

Carol chuckles from the other end of the table, “And I can't believe Lorraine is going to be a grandmother.”

Lorraine frowns at Carol, “Oh hush you, not that I doubt that Kate's pregnant, but I choose to live in denial until I see baby pictures. I'm too young to be a grandmother.”

Drake spears a meatball with his fork, “That's what my Mom said wh- ..”

Lorraine interrupts him, “Hold on a minute. You told his Mother first?”

“I thought you were in denial Mom. No we haven't told her yet. His sister surprised her with a little boy of her own.” Kate chuckles.

Drake, who has his mouthful, nods in agreement. Pointing his fork at Kate.

“Ok well, as long as you told me about your baby first, that's all that matters.” Lorraine says, picking up her wine glass.

Carol turns the conversation off of babies for a moment, “So Kate, where did you first meet your dashing Duke?”

Glancing across the table at her husband, Kate wonders which part to answer first. The Duke part or the Drake part.

Drake answers for her, “Actually we met in New York city, at my best friend's bachelor party. We walked into Kate's bar, and after that all matter of chaos happened.”

Kate nearly chokes on her spaghetti. “If you mean me returning to Cordonia with you guys, well you can blame Maxwell for that.”

Drake picks up his wine glass, giving Kate a wink before bringing it to his lips. “Neither I nor Cordonia were ready for the likes of Kate.”

“I literally came in like a wrecking ball.” Kate laughs. “Breaking and stealing hearts as I went.”

Chasing the pasta around her plate, Lorraine nods. “I believe it. Kate's a firecracker when she wants to be.”

“As for the Duke part, I met him at the altar. He married a Duchess to gain his title.” Kate says.

Carol raises her eyebrows, “And how did you become a Duchess?”

“By turning down a King's proposal.” Drake answers, “He kind of gave her the Duchy as a consolation prize.”

“So you could have been Queen?” Lorraine asks incredulously.

Kate looks across the table at Drake, “I didn't want to be Queen, because I was in love with someone else.”

“Sucks to be him, but it was definitely a win win for me.” Drake says, looking up from his plate to give Kate a smoldering glance, his eyes dark.

Kate feels the heat rush to her cheeks and to her core simultaneously, ok now I'm ready for dessert. Sitting back in her chair, Kate pretends to stifle a yawn behind her napkin. “I'm so sorry. I guess I'm still on Cordonian time.”

Drake looks back down with a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Picking up his glass of wine he tips it back and finishes it. Laying his utensils across his plate, he looks over to Lorraine with a satisfied smile. “Thank-you for dinner it was quite delicious. I miss sitting down with family like this. Between our weeks in Texas with my Mom on her ranch and this night with your hospitality we've been spoiled during our time in the U.S.”

“You spent weeks in Texas? And you give me a day?” Lorraine asks, her tone harsh.

Kate tips her head back and closes her eyes, wishing she had a glass of wine of her own right about now. When was she going to stop questioning everything we’ve done as if we were hiding things from her. She's so darn hung up on everyone's business. No wonder I couldn't wait to get out on my own after Dad left.

Drake can't help but notice Kate's frustration with her Mom's defensive nature. He glances at Carol, who just rolls her eyes at him. Time to shut down this dinner and move on. Folding his arms across his chest he turns back toward Lorraine with a stern frown.

“Yes, we were in Texas for my sister's wedding. Between the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the cattle sale and the wedding planning it took longer than we expected. Things weren't exactly under our control. This time around Kate and I were chosen to attend an Environmental Summit in Seattle as diplomats representing our country, and it was only a three day trip. We chose to spend our last day with you because Kate wanted to catch you up on the significant changes in her life. We're sorry we couldn't invite you to our wedding, Lorraine. Our engagement only lasted a month and with assassins threatening us from all sides it wasn't exactly a stress free time. We were lucky to survive the whole thing, so get off your fucking high horse and give us a break.”

Lorraine goes pale, eyes wide in shock at being put in her place. Carol raises her eyebrows, sucking in a breath. She speaks up, attempting to cut the sudden tension in the room.

“Alrighty then, shall we have pie?”

After everyone gets up from the table, bringing their dishes to the counter, Lorraine gently pulls Kate aside into the hallway.

With her eyes cast low she whispers. “I'm sorry Katherine. Please forgive me.”

Pulling her Mom into a hug, Kate whispers back. “I forgive you. I'm sorry for excluding you from such a big chapter of my life. I won't do it again.”

“I'm going to be a grandmother. I really am proud of you, you know that right?” Lorraine whispers, her eyes wet with happy tears.

Stepping back, Kate wipes tears of her own, nodding. “I know.”

“Please tell Drake I'm sorry. Since your father left I…” her face falls, unable to finish her sentence, she looks down at the floor.

“It's ok Mom, I understand.” Kate reaches out and rubs her arms, giving her a smile of encouragement. “Now come on let's get some pie before Drake and Carol eat it all.”

Lorraine chuckles, wiping her eyes again. “Just give me a moment to compose myself, Ok? I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes.”

Kate pulls her Mom into another hug, and then lets her go. “Ok.”

Lorraine turns down the hall and disappears into the powder room, and Kate sucks in a deep breath and returns to the kitchen.

Drake looks up from helping Carol load the dishwasher when Kate comes back in the room. Kate walks over and steps into his arms. Drake mumbles into her hair by her ear. “I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break your Mom.”

Kate steps back, slapping him on the arm. “Ow! I said I was sorry.” Drake rubs at his arm. “Don't forget that Bertrand shot me during the bachelor party.”

Carol laughs as she closes the dishwasher. “Oh my goodness you two are something else.”

Kate slips her arms around Drake's waist, he wraps his arms around her again and kisses her on top of the head. Kate chuckles as she closes her eyes and rests her cheek against his shoulder. “Oh you have no idea.”

Lorraine quietly steps into the kitchen, she clears her throat to get everyone's attention. “Um, it's getting late. So why don't we change for bed and then we'll take pie into the living room and relax a little before we retire for the night.”

Kate and Drake exchange a glance. “We don't have a change of clothes, our luggage is back in Seattle.” Kate replies.

“I’m sure we can find some sort of sleepwear for you Kate, but for Drake probably not.” Lorraine says apologetically.

Drake shrugs, “I don't usually wear pyjamas anyway.”

“You'll want your clothes laundered for tomorrow though, because you know, Clem.” Kate says.

“If you'd like, we could do the same for your clothes too Kate if you’d like.” Carol offers.

Kate looks down at her clothes, her blouse was dry clean only, but her skirt and undergarments were certainly washable. “Ok, I'll get my clothes washed too.”

Lorraine claps her hands, “Oh splendid! Alright then. I'll let you two have the master bedroom for the night. Drake you know where the laundry room is, Kate come with me and we'll find you something comfy to lounge in.”

Drake's mouth drops open as Kate, Lorraine and Carol leave him alone and go get changed for bed.

Continues here

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