#nic fury

[siremasterlawrence]

The Bachelor Party

Tom’s Descent

“Let’s get this started baby” Tom shouts as his bachelor party in the middle of an island in the Caribbean.He exits the plane in his private plane to true to form to have a party of a lifetime only to see a night club setting.One skinny man walks up to him shaking his hand firmly as he hands him a drink and he part takes in it.“I love this place! Take me to my room.” Tom howls as the crew grabs a his luggage place him in to a room.The lights pop open flooding the room up in fury of light covering the room landings giant spotlight on him.Tom looking shocked a man walks out on the stage pointing to him as he flips off his stage on to the ground.Something is off as he looks for his friends who have disappeared suddenly and he is in a panic.The man’s starts to do a dance shoving him to the ground as he rips off his clothe pieces by piece.The man sits on his lap as he freaks out in a heat of sweat lap dancing on Tom who is in total panic.Tom’s mind cracks doing a quick rethink as he is suddenly in a weird state watching the man.He checks him out staring him up and down at the core of it, his eyes are glued to it and he can’t stop thinking.He wants him but how, why, or when his full mind is in a manic state grabbing on to him tightly.The man sits in his lap blowing him a kiss and plowing him hard then leans down to kiss him.Their lips attach as they make out hands are on each other groping one another and clothes flew in to the air.The chair is unstable and crazy legs of the chair falling forward on to the ground as they laugh.

Tom Jr Loosens Up

Erstwhile! In the next room his son Tom Jr is in a tizzy.

“Are you ready to party?”

“Where is my dad?”

“Don’t worry about ?”

“Excuse me!”

“He is busy”

“You will be soon”

“Wait a second “

“Let’s dance”

“Hold on!”

“Shut up!”

“Get up! Get up!”

“Oh Fuck!”

“Feels good don’t it?”

“YES!”

“Say it”

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeessssss!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You love it”

“I can’t deny it”

“Want to see me strip?”

“I shouldn’t! But yes”

“I dare you “

“Come join me”

“No! Disgusting “

“You need this “

“Strip for me”

“I can’t deny you “

“Do you like my body?”

“Hell yeah boi “

“Mmm…I love how you call me boi”

Henry’s Wicked Tendency

Henry Cavill is the best friend and best man to the groom is in the room following both of the other two.He is a beautiful specimen line no other guy in the world because he must be conquered for me.Before he could think the room clouds up all over him filling the room to the brim and he is out of control.He is inhaling the scent from cloud diving in to his nose causing him to shiver and he is fainting.His eyes roll back as he bit the floor and the same young man appears behind him and sways his back.The young man wearing a gas mask lifts it as the air flows back through the vent and checks him out. The man flips him over to see his gorgeous face but he flips on to his ass sitting down very stable.His hands land on moving all over his body as it spreads feeling Henry all over and he enjoys it. He leans in kissing down his right and lift neck up to his cheeks as Henry withes from under him.The man has to much fun dragging his shirt over his head and he takes a plunge on to him. The man presses his skin on to Henry’s skin this massive body feels like a bed under him.The man kissed him slowly in tracing his line down his body and he is the most amazing fuck I think.I can’t help it taking a deep inhale of his hot breath and marinate in the airy scent around me.My hand jumps on to his belt removing it from his pants, sliding it off as it thrown to the side and I get to work. Undoing his pants before sliding it down to his knees my lips get going and begins to track it.

“Oh Henry”

“I saw you across from the room”

“I thought you were calling to me”

“God! Your body “

“Perfection”

“A God your body “

“Mmmmm!”

“You are so sweet”

“Like candy “

“I could eat you up”

“Wake up!”

“Uuuggghhh! Fuck?”

“I bet you want this?”

“Want what?”

“My ass! It’s sexy”

“Super tight”

“It’s a nice pussy “

“I can’t wait to wreck you”

“Please do”

“Wow! I can’t wait to suck you “

“Yyyeeesss”

Charlie’s New Persona

“Ugggghhhh!”

“Sorry Charlie”

“What on earth?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I desire you “

“I am not gay”

“Focus on the light “

“What light?”

“Aaahhh! So bright “

“But it’s beautiful “

“It’s beautiful “

“Good boi”

“So much better “

“Forget that I am here “

“I am about to use you “

“You will enjoy it “

“Mmmmmnnnnnn”

“So turn on”

“I am hard “

“The fuck”

“Is anybody there?”

“MAN”

“Uuuuuggghhhh…shit”

“Yeah! Eat me”

“I am about to cum”

“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhaaaaahhhhhh”

“Ffffffuuuuucccckkkk”

The end

[delicrieux]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 | endless drabble series (winter edition)  

pairing—cedric diggory x f!reader summary—a dose of truth with hot chocolate (17) request from @cxarloxe​—Hi can I request a Cedric Diggory x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Cedric starts to pursue Cho, she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Cedric saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and possessive and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn't want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks! word count—814

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the winter prompts list 1 & 2 !  

A plight of changing scenery runs by your mind: mid-afternoon snowy scapes and Cedric’s sharp voice echoing like a whip, the tell-tale signs of fury dying pale cheeks rose, the uncomfortable silence in a fire-lit room. You sit wrapped in woven blankets and feet warm in woolen socks, holding a cup of hot chocolate to your face and breathing in slowly, cautiously, acutely aware that he sits on the other side of the room. Cedric’s quiet after today’s ordeal. Thoughtful, perhaps ashamed. 

Winter vacation is unbearable like this. Your modest home, a flat tucked in the nook of London, is too small to hold all of these feelings you can’t make out. The words you wish to say melt on the tip of your tongue. You listen to the fire crackle. In moments, you think he’s about to break his silence, but then he slumps into himself again.

“D’you like it?” You ask, startling him. Your voice is soft and cold-ridden, a rasp between the lungs. You motion to the drink in his hand, “My dad’s recipe.”

“It’s delicious.” 

Silence again.

You wish to know what is wrong - what had happened to upset him so terribly to the point that he had snapped. Cedric’s always been kind, even shy at times, and never overtly displeased or angry, at least, not in the way he had been today. You had known him your whole life and never felt what you do now. In the line of years of your friendship, the atmosphere has never once been so tense, nor has your wit and vocabulary failed you so greatly.

You file through topics, settle on something painful but easily masked with a smile: “How’s Cho?”

He scoffs, sets his mug down, flexes his fingers and stares into his hands unable to look at you, “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He speaks eventually.

The chocolate is tart and sweet in your mouth, “...Well, you said it, not me. But yes, I do think your actions as of recent have been...”

“Thoughtless?”

“Stupid.”

“Suppose I deserve that.” He mumbles, sinking into your father’s plush armchair. His gaze levels somewhere over your head, “Sorry. For today.”

“Don’t, I like a scandal.” You state, “It’s the whole pizzazz - fireworks and exploding crackers, the pop-and-whiz of cotton candy smoke from Junko’s that, I, well, George and I, stole.” You take a sip, “But it wasn’t quite that today.” You lower your gaze, “I don’t really know what that was.”

He had been staying with your family for the winter holidays, a yearly occurrence that no one found strange. And on the daily trek through London’s ancient architecture and narrow roads, there was a muggle boy you ran into only in summer, when the asphalt was warm and there was chewing gum stuck to the sole of your shoe. He had said hello and moved for a hug, and you had returned with the enthusiasm of someone trying to move on. 

Cedric liked Cho, after all, and there was no need for you to stick around and squeeze your heart sore. 

There were harsh words exchanged, then, displeased glances and a coldness you have never felt directed your way from the one that mattered most. The summer boy stumbled back, flustered, and with “’S nothing, man, cheers.” rushed away quickly. A thin layer of snow covered the pavement. Only his tracks were left.

“Sorry,” He mutters, “not sure, either. He a friend of yours?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

“He looked...nice.”

Your eyes narrow, “Merlin’s beard, Cedric, just spit it out already.”

He frowns, “I can’t.”

“Why?”

He’s incredibly torn for someone so young. You dare not linger on his face, afraid to recognize that feeling, afraid to misread it. 

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can you show me, then?”

“You’ll hate me.”

“There’s nothing you could do for me to hate you.”

He seems to be in a fight with himself, one he eventually forfeits and stands. His pretty features are dyed in the ember light. Cedric approaches slowly, and your breath suddenly rings so loud. You set your cup down on the table with quivering hands.

He sits down beside you, taut and awkward, and he’s nothing like he’s in school - charming and talkative. He seems a tad lost, and you watch him anxiously, ready for...what, exactly?

“You...You won’t hate me?” He asks again, finding your gaze, locking it there. Your heart thuds in your chest and you slowly shake your head. He’s beautiful, your mind sounds suddenly struck by the thought, consumed by it. Your mouth goes dry. He nods.

“Then...Then...” He breeches the distance between the two of you, his lips landing on your in a warm, sweet kiss. He tastes like hot chocolate and your head spins.

He pulls back slightly, his warm breath fanning your lips, “Sorry, then, sorry, but I really--I really like you.”

hope u liked it ! <3 for 2023, tpwk ✧･ﾟ:

[datcloudboi]

List of Films Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

The Amazing Spider-Man 2

American Sniper

Annie (the remake starring Jamie Foxx)

As Above, So Below

The Babadook (we stan a gay icon)

Batman: Assault on Arkham (a direct continuation of the Batman: Arkham games)

Big Eyes

Big Hero 6

Birdman (won the Best Picture Oscar for this year)

The Book of Life

The Boxtrolls

Boyhood (filmed over the course of 12 years)

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Chef

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes

Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead

Dear White People (the basis for the TV series on Netflix, and made by the same guy)

Dracula Untold (this was Universal’s second attempt at launching the Dark Universe)

The Drop (a crime drama starring Tom Hardy)

Edge of Tomorrow/Live Die Repeat

The Equalizer

Exodus: Gods and Kings (a biblical epic directed by Ridley Scott)

The Expendables 3

The Fault in Our Stars

Foxcatcher

Fury (the war movie with Brad Pitt and Shia LaBeouf)

Get on Up (the James Brown biopic starring Chadwick Boseman)

Godzilla (the 1st film in the MonsterVerse)

Gone Girl

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1

The Guest

Hercules (the one starring The Rock)

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (did you guys know the working title for this movie was “The Hobbit: There and Back Again”?)

How to Train Your Dragon 2

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1

If I Stay

The Imitation Game (the movie where Benedict Cumberbatch plays Alan Turing)

Inherent Vice

Interstellar

The Interview (the movie that almost caused World War 3)

Into the Woods

Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit

Jodorowsky's Dune (a documentary about the Dune movie that we never got)

Joe (one of Nic Cage's best movies)

John Wick (the 1st one)

Kill the Messenger

Left Behind (one of Nic Cage's worst movies)

The Lego Movie

Life After Beth

Lucy ((the “humans only use 10% of their brain” movie. Which has since been proven false. Source: https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/do-people-only-use-10-percent-of-their-brains/ )

Maleficent

The Maze Runner

A Million Ways to Die in the Weset

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

Muppets Most Wanted

Need for Speed (Aaron Paul's first project after "Breaking Bad" ended)

Neighbors

Night of the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (the third one. Also one of Robin Williams’ last movies)

Nightcrawler

Noah (a biblical epic directed by Darren Aronofsky)

Non-Stop

The Nut Job

Obvious Child

Oculus (one of the 1st projects from Mike Flanagan)

Ouija

Paddington

Penguins of Madagascar

The Purge: Anarchy

The Raid 2

RoboCop (the reboot that was actually decent)

Selma

Sharknado 2

Sin City: A Dame to Kill For

Son of Batman

St. Vincent

The Taking of Deborah Logan

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the one produced by Michael Bay. It’s also the one where the Turtles look like aliens)

The Theory of Everything (the movie where Eddie Redmayne plays Stephen Hawking)

Third Person

300: Rise of an Empire

Transformers: Age of Extinction

Tusk

22 Jump Street

Veronica Mars (the film continuation of the TV show)

A Walk Among the Tombstones

What If? (a rom-com starring Daniel Radcliffe)

What We Do in the Shadows (the film that was the basis for the TV show)

When Marnie Was There

Whiplash

X-Men: Days of Future Past

[jazumst]

Jazu we mgle

Żeby Was... Znowu wjebało mnie na tydzień. A com robił i co widział, wpis ten wszystko Wam opowie. Posłuchajcie:

Tydzień dniówek minął błyskawicznie. Nie wiem nawet kiedy. Zawodowo było spokojnie. We wtorek towar nie zjechał, więc aż do czwartku laba. Znaczy się kto miał labę to miał. - W pracy trzeba umieć się nudzić. To nie jest tak, że przychodzisz i 9h leci na nic nierobieniu. Inteligentni ludzie się nie nudzą. Dlatego umysł Kierowniczki płonął niczym konar ze znanej reklamy. Dostawała spazm i furii z braku zajęcia. Dlatego też doraźnie wymyślała sobie zajęcia przeróżne. Póki były bez sensu, cierpieliśmy wszyscy. Jak miały sens, było spoko. Cały socjal, wraz ze sraczem, są godne perfekcyjnej pani domu. Nawet wzięły na koszt SWS elegancki odświeżać atmosfery. Umyte zostały takie kółka na koszyki. Przełożony dział sosy, przeciery i tym podobne. Daty, ceny i no wszystko na co wpadliśmy. - Natomiast druga zmiana... Kiero dostała szału. Np. są stałe czynności, takie jak daty w nabiale. Kiero patrzy, a tam dwa dni kijem przez szmatę. Zdjęcie, telefon do Karola. Otóż dwa dni była hostessa i Karol poświęcał jej cały czas. Dlatego był towar nie dołożony daty niesprawdzone itd. Manekin wykrzyczała, że "Karol tylko na dupy patrzał i nic nie robił, a ona nie jest od jego pilnowania". No to Kiero jej dołożyła, że było samej te daty sprawdzić, bo ona też raczej nic nie zrobiła. I już wieś tańczy i śpiewa. Płoną pochodnie i ostrzą się widły.

//

Od kiedy wróciła KM jestem dobity jak lis na jezdni. Zjebana muzyka dudni od rana. Mówiłem raz, drugi, 10ty. Kiero sama jej wyłączyła, to parę minut był spokój. Jak KM nie usłyszała co mówię to się wściekłem i kazałem wyłączyć to gówno, bo raz że uszy więdną, dwa że dusza krwawi to trzy, nie słyszy co się do niej mówi. - Sprzedali z konkubentem samochód. KM cały czas chodzi i mówi o jakim marzą, ale nie ma tyle kasy. Leje jad i w ogóle mam wrażenie, że im się nie układa. Do tego rozpierdala kasę jak leci, więc raczej fury nie kupią. No i non stop książka w telefonie. Mam ochotę wyjebać jej go do kibla.

//

Danka odjebała komedię, że brak słów. Przyszła w środę i się tak kręci po sklepie. W końcu dopada mnie i pyta cichaczem czy Kiero jest na nią obrażona, bo nie gada z nią, nie macha z daleka na ulicy... Ta, Kiero by komuś machała. Jak Dana poszła to ze śmiechem poszedłem i pytam Kiero czemu już Dance z daleka na ulicy nie macha. Kiero zrobiła jedną z tych swoich memicznych min. Kazała się spytać KM co dana na mnie gadała po dniu kobiet. KM mówi, że żaliła się, że ją lekceważę i jak szła ulicą to przeszedłem na drugą stronę żeby z nią nie gadać. Ale mam spytać Karola, bo to ona jemu mówiła. No to pytam Kuca, a on, że Dana ma jakieś starcze urojenia, bo najpierw jemu mówiła na mnie, a potem Manekinowi na KM, że ona jest chyba na nią obrażona, że ścinek już jej nie odkłada, że kiedyś z uśmiechem ją witała, dzwoniła jak było zamówienie, a teraz nic. Trudne sprawy jak chuj. Cała Danka. Chodzi i pierdoli po osiedlu jaka to ona pokrzywdzona nie jest. Pięknie ją jeden facet podsumował, ale muszę spytać Kiero jak to dokładnie brzmiało.

//

Imieniny moje i urodziny Piątego minęły szybko i, dzięki Bogu, bez trudnych tematów. Pierwsi tak szybko jak wpadli, tak wypadli. Oznajmili proroczo, że wpadną w lany poniedziałek. Łaskawcy. Prawdę mówiąc wolałbym nie, ale... Nigdy nie lubiłem trybu oznajmiającego. W ogóle są jacyś beznamiętni. Ot tak "masz" dali kartę na Allegro i już. Dobra, nieważne. Nie będę się nakręcał. Mam wrażenie, że żyją tylko i wyłącznie swoim życiem i reszta ma się dostosować.

//

Mam wolny Wielki Piątek, więc będę musiał ogarnąć w pokoju, bo się troszkę nazbierało. Od tygodnia nie mam na nic siły i ochoty. Znaczy z chęcią zanurzam się w konsoli. O ile mam czas, a mam go niewiele. Nie mam ochoty wstawać z łóżka, więc przeciągam to ile wlezie.

//

Robię zakupy na święta. Drogo. W chuj drogo. Kupuję więc minimum, a tu się oznajmują goście. Teraz wleci Vat i... Chleb za 5zł. Tak powiedział Don. No i zajebiście.

//

Kurwa, już mi się nie chce pisać. A byłoby jeszcze o czym.

Dobranoc.

[fratboykate]

No! Papi! Don’t look at the buzz cut, look at me *dangles pocket watch in a hypnotizing motion* repeat after me: you neeeed to give us bgau 5yrs after snippet. Flo’s hair is still attached to her head. Everything will be fine

But also Netflix needs to get their shit in gear. Good luck bending them to your will

Y'all are so ridiculous lmao. Here's 2.5k words that are probably equal parts angst and domesticity. This is five years post divorce.

///

Yelena sits at a high-end restaurant, sharing her table with a captivating black woman whose radiant smile and crown of ebony curls exude a natural beauty. Their laughter fills the air, a reflection of the deep intimacy and ease that comes with dating for over a year.

With her effortless charm and resilience, Monica Rambeau instantly captured Yelena's heart. The subtle lines on her face tell a story of strength forged through life's trials. What binds these two together goes beyond words. Yelena and Monica share a profound understanding of each other's pain and trauma, an unspoken connection that weaves their lives together. They both carry the weight of loss, have walked the path of military service, and possess a disciplined nature. Yelena's enigmatic allure and sharp intellect fits in perfect harmony with Monica's indomitable spirit and boundless compassion for others. Yelena, often guarded, finds solace in Monica's unwavering support, while Monica draws strength from Yelena's fierce loyalty. They innately understand each other's pain and trauma, creating an unspoken bond that allows them to build a fulfilling life. Together, they’ve envisioned years overflowing with love and commitment. Yelena and Monica have decided to embrace the long haul, fully invested in creating a future, and ready to weather any storm that comes their way.

Yelena takes a delicate sip of her vodka sour, the liquid tang dancing on her tongue, and she can't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity that came out of her partner’s mouth.

"Nic, you did not say that to a four-star general. I don't believe you."

"He was so stunned he didn't even know how to respond."

"And you still walked away with the case assignment?"

"Absolutely. Once he realized I had him cornered, he had no choice but to give in."

Their laughter fills the air, their connection crackling with energy and warmth. But the moment is interrupted when Yelena's phone buzzes in her pocket, pulling her attention away. She retrieves it, glancing at the urgent text message that flashes across the screen: "Emergency at the Bishop property."

"Sorry," Yelena apologizes, her focus shifting entirely to her phone as she begins to type a response.

“Everything okay?” her girlfriend asks, concern etching her features.

A reply message pops up, and Yelena's skin drains of color. Swiftly, she rises from her seat, retrieves her wallet, and drops a few hundred in cash on the table.

"One of Kate's crazies broke into the house while she was there.”

"Oh my god! Is she okay?"

"I don't know. I need to go handle this."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Monica replies, her worry evident.

Leaning in, Yelena gently presses her lips against her girlfriend's, a tender farewell.

"I'll be home as soon as I can."

Monica cups Yelena’s face with her hand and delicately caresses her cheek with her thumb.  

"Please be safe."

"Always."

Yelena steals one final kiss before rushing to the door. 

---

The flashing red and blue lights of patrol cars cast an eerie glow, reflecting off the sleek facade of the mansion. They pulse with a sense of urgency as a few dozen members of Yelena's security team and police remain scattered around the premises. Yelena arrives quickly enough that they haven't even driven the intruder away yet. Her eyes lock onto the disheveled figure in the back of the patrol car, his face marked with bruises and tears mixing with snot as they stream down his cheeks.

Yelena's steps boom against the driveway's paving bricks with a determined cadence, underscoring the fury simmering within her. She marches purposefully towards the spot where Clint Barton, the man responsible for overseeing the night shifts, engages in conversation with another guard. The sheer intensity radiating from Yelena is palpable, causing the other bodyguard to grimace, excuse himself, and hastily retreat from the impending storm.

"What the hell happened?" Yelena demands, her voice tight with anger.

"I'm not sure. It looks like the guy broke in through the back, near the guest house.”

"What do you mean you're not sure? Check the damn footage."

"Ma'am, that camera has been down for over a week. Records say we put in the repair request, but the techs haven’t come yet.”

An irate growl builds in Yelena's throat.

"So we have a blind spot, and instead of assigning someone to cover it until it's fixed, you simply left it unattended?"

"No, ma'am. Kaplan has been back there for days, but he went on his lunch break."

"And no one replaced him?"

"We're down two men today, so we didn't have the bodies. There's a flu going around. Richards and Lang called out sick."

“Then you call the office and you have them pull from somewhere else! We have guys on call for this specific reason. You don't leave this property or team short. EVER. Am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. I did try to..."

Yelena's focus is abruptly shattered as another body collides into hers with unyielding force. Even before she lays eyes on Kate, she catches a whiff of that familiar perfume, stirring unwanted nostalgia and longing inside her. It's been far too long since they've been this close, yet the effect remains undeniable.

Kate clings to Yelena with a desperate grip, seeking comfort and security in her arms. The blonde adjusts her position within Kate’s arms, turning to face the younger woman directly. Their eyes lock. The instant blue and green meet, it’s as if a dam has burst and a torrent of sobs spills from Kate's trembling form, the weight of her emotions breaking through the surface.

"Hey…Hey…You okay?" Yelena's voice is tinged with concern, her gaze searching for answers.

“I heard your voice. Inside. I heard it…You came.” Kate manages to utter between tears, her voice filled with relief and vulnerability.

“Of course I came. Of course.” Kate's grip tightens around Yelena. Yelena responds by enveloping the brunette in her arms, holding her closer with tender strength. "Is Eli on his way?"

Kate's head shakes against Yelena's chest, tears staining the fabric of her shirt.

"He's in Edinburgh. He's on set, shooting the sequel to his stupid alien movie until June.”

Yelena lets out a sigh.

"I'm calling in more bodies, at least until he comes back. You'll be safe."

Kate looks up at Yelena.

"Can you stay?" Kate asks, her voice soft and small. “Please."

Yelena hesitates for a moment while surveying Kate’s distressed face. With a resolute nod, Yelena reaches out and tenderly takes Kate's hand in her own, their fingers involuntarily intertwining as if guided by an invisible force. Neither of them notices the subtle gesture, too consumed by the moment's graveness and the need to protect and be protected.

With their hands entwined, they move forward, stepping across the entryway and into the house's safety.

---

Yelena steps inside the house, her first time crossing its threshold in five long years. Memories of joy, pleasure, and heartache rush back. It looks different now, the decor changed, but familiar elements still evoke a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. The space is both foreign and strangely familiar, leaving Yelena with conflicting emotions. She's somehow trapped in a paradox. She feels a sense of displacement, like a visitor in her own past, yet there’s also an undeniable feeling that she somehow belongs here, even after all this time.

As Kate settles on the couch, her body curled up protectively, Yelena gracefully lowers herself to a squat, positioning herself at eye level with the younger woman. Their eyes meet, and Yelena's concern deepens.

"Are you okay?"

"I turned around and he was...there."

Kate’s voice trembles as she responds. Yelena shakes her head almost imperceptibly, regret and guilt shadowing her expression.

"Kate, I'm so sorry. This should've never happened. It's my fault. I haven't been checking in on your team enough. I dropped the ball. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Kate's response is immediate, her voice filled with conviction as she counters Yelena's self-blame.

"It is. I take full responsibility, and if you decide to find other security options, I completely understand."

A soft sigh escapes Kate's lips, and she reaches out to gently touch Yelena's arm.

"I'm not sure how many times you're going to make me say this, but I’ll say it again…you're the only person I trust with this.” Kate’s words carry a reassuring sincerity that resonates deeply with Yelena.

"A guy just broke into your house under my watch."

"Not yours. Not specifically."

"You know what I mean."

Yelena's attention drifts towards the kitchen, her eyes catching the telltale signs of a panicked struggle. The scene sends a surge of rage coursing through her veins. She clenches her fists, her jaw tightening as she imagines the terrifying encounter that took place in this very spot.

The remnants of a halfway-finished meal sit abandoned on the counter, a stark reminder of the interrupted peace and normalcy that once filled the room. The scattered utensils and overturned chairs bear witness to the chaotic confrontation between Kate and the intruder. Yelena's mind races, trying to piece together the sequence of events that unfolded, her protective instincts sharpening.

"Were you making dinner?” Kate nods. "I'll make you something."

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore."

Yelena refuses to accept Kate's dismissal.

"Something small. Tell me what you want. I’ll make it for you."

The faintest of smiles tugs at the corner of Kate's lips, but her refusal remains steadfast.

“Yel, I’m really not hungry."

They both fail to register the intimacy of the nickname Kate used. Yelena looks at Kate with concern, her brow furrowing slightly and leans closer.

"That chicken strawberry salad you like?” Yelena suggests, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You always have stuff around to make that."

A small chuckle escapes Kate's lips offering momentary respite from the tension that hangs in the air.

"That's what I was making."

Yelena's smirk widens into a playful grin as their eyes lock in a lingering stare.

"You're nothing if not a creature of habit, Kate Bishop. I have to make a call first and then I'll get on it. Okay?"

With a silent nod, Kate accepts Yelena's offer. Yelena rises, her movements purposeful, and takes a step back, turning towards the living room and kitchen meeting point in the open floor plan. She retrieves her phone from her pocket, her fingers moving swiftly to dial a familiar number. Her voice remains steady and focused as she brings the phone to her ear, masking the underlying emotions.

"Hey...yeah. Yeah. Things are fine...mostly. Yeah...No. I'm probably not coming home tonight. I have to...I have to stay...I'm sorry. There's a lot to deal with over here. I'll make it up to you...I know. I love you too. Bye."

When Yelena turns, Kate's energy feels different, almost palpably so. The call catches her off guard and her previously softened demeanor shifts. At that moment, her body tenses up, and her expression becomes guarded. The realization that Yelena has a partner, someone she didn't even know existed, hits Kate like a punch to the gut. It leaves her feeling unsettled, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and maybe even a hint of betrayal.

"I didn't know you were with someone. I don't want to make it awkward or get you in trouble or...I don't know."

Yelena thought she had walked away far enough for Kate not to overhear her, but her voice must have carried more than she anticipated. Yelena's lips subtly curl upwards as her eyes meet Kate’s.

"You're not."

"You can go. I don't want to keep you from...anything."

Yelena shakes her head as she removes her blazer. In a familiar motion, she neatly drapes it over the back of a nearby breakfast stool, a ritual ingrained in their shared history. It's a small, seemingly insignificant moment, yet it carries a weight of familiarity and comfort between them. The sight evokes memories of countless evenings spent together around that same kitchen island, engaged in deep conversations that stretched late into the night. During those quiet moments, their connection blossomed as they shared their dreams, fears, and secrets with one another. The kitchen became a sanctuary, a space where they could be completely forthcoming and vulnerable, finding serenity in each other's presence. The years now seem to fade away, transporting them back to a time when their lives seamlessly merged into one. Despite the circumstances and the distance that has grown between them, it’s evident that old habits die hard for these two.

"She's used to it. You're not the only one of my clients who has a crisis every so often."

"Right."

"And I think I should also say ‘congratulations’." Yelena points at the giant engagement ring on Kate's hand. "That's an impressive rock.”

"I designed it."

"Wouldn't expect anything else."

Kate's gaze drifts downward, fixated on her thighs. After a moment of silence, she finally speaks.

"I guess we both found our people."

It's easier to say this than to admit the weight of the secret that Kate carries. Merely a week ago, Kate called off her engagement with Eli before he left to shoot his latest film project. The ring on her finger remains, a constant reminder of another failed relationship. It’s a symbol of a shattered commitment she's not yet ready to confront. It's easier to keep it on, avoiding the questions and judgment that would follow its removal.

"I guess we did...I'll make you some food."

Kate nods in gratitude, silently thanking Yelena for the familiar tradition of the blonde making food for the younger woman in moments of turmoil. As Yelena skillfully maneuvers around the kitchen, Kate watches her with a hint of admiration. The clatter of utensils, the sizzle of ingredients, and the rhythmic sounds of Yelena’s cooking fill the air, creating a soothing soundtrack that drowns out the worries of the world. This cocoon of domesticity temporarily shields them from the chaos and uncertainty that looms just beyond the door.

[cementforourteeth]

Music Story Time (again):

These guys were playing a Sunday show with one of my favourite hardcore bands Fury which was SOLD OUT and that was no bueno for ya boi.

I went scouring for tix with no avail. Ended up stumbling upon a Facebook post by them saying to comment your email for a surprise, so I said fuck it why not.

Got an email an hour later saying I was guest listed for a secret show they had on the Monday and to be at this address at this time... Banana bread at work dude?! HELL. YEAH.

I managed to get the afternoon off work and made the trek to the city JUST in time. Turns out I thought it said East not West so I was in the WRONG. SIDE. Of the city. Managed to flag a taxi and got my ass there in the nic of time.

I roll up to this little condo thingamadoo wedged in the city too see a bunch of kids lined up waiting in the front yard that looked like my crowd so I was like this must be the place. There was some coolers with draaaanks in em and everyone was chit chattin away. Then George Strombo rolls out in a Power Trip sho shirt and I'm like.... Oooooh??

TURNS OUT IT WAS GEORGE STROMBOS HOUSE. And I got to see them play 4 songs that they were filming for The Strombo Show in his god damn kitchen that maaaaaaayyyne held 50 people...

You ain't know shit until you mosh in a kitchen.

It was B.A.N.A.N.A.S.

Also the guitarist from Billy Talent was there too so that was cool.

This song will live forever in my head.

R.I.P Riley.

[bolton-buried]

I still kinda wish we had something different to do episode three on than, well. You know. Not least of all because someone else had to take the footage.

But here it is.

[[Video ID:

Harold stands in front of the camera. His black coat drips water like someone has just dumped a bucket of water on him, and his bangs completely cover his eyes, only allowing the camera to see the bottom half of his dark features.

“This is not my side of the camera, but I was asked to open today’s video, due to my personal connection to the subject matter. When I was 11, my father developed a Hyde-esque alter ego, which drove him into a murderous fury whenever he encountered something paranormal. I was one of those things. Enough said.”

Cut to black. White text reads “Footage of this portion is unavailable, due to Charlotte’s failure to remove the camera lens cover.”

Charlotte’s voice can be heard.

“Mr. Bolton, can you please, in your own words, tell us about when this began?”

A gruff, masculine voice responds.

“A dozen years ago. I was hunting with an old pal of mine. Sorry, you said Harold is here? He can’t come in—he knows what I’ll—”

“Yes, we’re quite aware of that. Now please, your story?”

“Errr, yes, right. This force—I couldn’t see it—knocked me over. For a moment I imagined it was a wolf, which clawed at my chest, but my chest was fine afterwards, so that was just my imagination.”

“And after that?”

“That’s when I realized that my hunting friend was made of cockroaches.”

Cut to:

Talking head of Angie, a woman with blonde curls under a bandanna, dressed like a psychic medium. She is holding a piece of paper.

“According to news reports of the time, Nicholas Bolton went on to kill two people: his hunting companion, and a steward on the train he took back. Both bodies were found to be highly abnormal in autopsies. Though we were unable to access the autopsies ourselves, various sources reference the companion’s skin being found hollowed with a few insects nearby, and the steward’s was found to be just skin, all the way down.

“After reaching his home village north of Newcastle, Bolton went on to attempt to shoot his own son, chasing him with a rifle until the child fell in a river.”

Angie looks up, and her expression becomes agitated.

“Stop making that face—I’m reading the script, you don’t have to look all—”

Cut to black.

Back in the prison, but we actually have footage this time. The man on the other side of the glass is pale, but his hair is the same shade as Harold’s—and greasy enough to match the color of Harold’s hair being wet.

“I don’t know what to tell you. Just sometimes, when I meet someone, they have a smell about them, and then I start to see red, and then the next thing I know I’m standing over a corpse.”

“Interesting, so would you say you—”

Charlotte is cut off by a slight commotion, through which Desmond can be heard apologizing. The camera turns to show that he has tripped slightly on entering, and is regaining his balance.

“Dez! You’re not supposed to come in, with your—”

“I know, I know.” Dez waves her concern off. “I still wanted to meet my future in-law. Is that such a crime? Plus, he doesn’t seem to be reacting.”

The camera pans back to Mr. Bolton. He is still seated, calmly as before.

“In-law? You mean…”

Cut to black. White text reads “Irrelevant footage removed.”

Footage resumes with a talking head of Charlotte.

“We were unable to get much information from Mr. Bolton that isn’t already public knowledge. I wish I could share a closing word to recommend you all a way to avoid similar instances, but I don’t have any.”

The video seems to be ending somewhat abruptly, but then it cuts into a familiar, LED-lit room, with Dez front and center.

“Okay, so, nothing on the stalker front. I think it left when I went to speak with Nic—meaning it’s not mindless. Makes my life harder.

“I’ve been turning the angel over in my head. I mentioned the letters to Nic, and they were his originally. I don’t think he’s the angel—he’s too much a hunter.

“The angel is an avatar of the web. Hence the manipulation, and the spiders that seem to end up all over certain areas. That rules out Nic, Angie, and Charlotte, at least. I believe they did know Harry in-person at one point, which gives me three primary suspect groups.

“Institute employees, villagers up north, and people who attended Uni with Harold.

“I’m onto you, itsy-bitsy. Watch your back. Or did you forget what happens to you when it rains?”

[ciaossu-imagines]

Personalization Prompt #2 – Ketchup

BLACK: what face claim from an anime, comic book, or cartoon do I associate with you?

Oh, this was a hard one! Of course, there’s that sort of lean towards your icon or plain out just seeing you as Apple, but just taking a step back, I think I have to go with a cartoon character here instead of an anime character, but Audrey Ramirez from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, is probably the closest I could come to how I picture you!

WHITE: what flame type and box weapon do I think you’d have in the khr!verse?

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but there’s a couple different ideas I do have for you as far as Flame types go. Of course, because of your impressive creativity and interesting ways of thinking, there is the desire to put you as a Mist Flame, since you are someone who could easily create things with that brilliant mind of yours. However, overall, I do think you give off the Aura of someone with a Rain Flame slightly more, so I do have you as a Rain Flame type. As far as box weapons go, I definitely think a Rain raven box weapon would be what you use, because of the obvious spiritual, emotional, and intellectual beliefs around the bird. In my head, it normally perches on your shoulder but it can fly around, spreading the Flames over a fairly wide area or it has the added ability of being able to calm and almost tranquilize whoever it lands on that is not you.

RED: what aesthetics do I associate with you?

The smell of home-cooked meals and the act of making food alongside friends or family, with shared laughs and memories to treasure forever. Backpacking abroad, new adventures with every step of a hiking boot clad foot. Calm and peacefulness. Kindness, always choosing to reach out a hand to those in need. Intelligence and compassion mingling beautifully. Thesis papers. Always having multiple things on the go, always moving and doing and thinking. Soft music in the background, soothing the soul. Bright smiles and sun-bathed skin. Soft faux-fur.

BLUE: what are three songs I’d put on a playlist for you?

LOST BOY, ruth b.

A CLOSE FRIEND, james newton howard

I SWALLOWED HARD, LIKE I UNDERSTOOD, 65daysofstatic

YELLOW: what fictional world out of all my fandoms would I picture you in?

Obviously, hands down, it’s Katekyo Hitman Reborn. However, I could easily see you fitting into both the Nanbaka, Servamp, and Saiyuki universes!

GREEN: who would I pair you with out of all my fandoms?

Obviously, for KHR it’s Reborn. For K Project, it’s Munakata. For Nanbaka, it’s Jyugo. For Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun! it’s Goemon. For Bungou Stray Dogs, it’s Akutagawa. For Servamp, it’s Tsurugi. For Saiyuki, it’s Hakkai. For Eyeshield 21, it’s Kid. For Ronin Warriors, it’s Rowen. For Kekkaishi, it’s Makio. For GetBackers, it’s Emishi. For Black Cat, it’s Train. For Karneval, it’s Gareki. For Gangsta., it’s Nic. For Bleach, it’s Byakuya. For Naruto, it’s Kakashi. For Deadman Wonderland, it’s Nagi. For Ouran, it’s the twins, both of them. For Durarara!!, it’s Kadota. For Yu Yu Hakusho, it’s Kuwabara. For Gintama, it’s Kondo. For Mystic Messenger, it’s Yoosung. For Ikemen Revolution, it’s Kyle. For Blush Blush, it’s Cashew. For Date Warp, it’s Nathaniel. For Hatoful Boyfriend, it’s Sakuya. For The Outsiders, it’s Sodapop. For Class of the Titans, it’s Neil. For Ultimate Spider-Man, it’s Harry. For Gravity Falls, it’s Stan. For The Mighty Ducks, it’s Adam. For The Covenant, it’s Tyler. For Jungle Fury, it’s Dom. For Ninja Storm, it’s Cam. For Mystic Force, it’s Nick.

PURPLE: what gif reminds me of you?

PINK: if you were an AU, what type of AU would you be?

Maybe I’m being influenced by recent conversations we’ve had, but I do think it would be an isekai AU, based around platonic bonds and building a found family 😊

RAINBOW: if i were to write a khr sequel, following Tsuna’s demise, and could only use my reader’s as characters, who would you be?

Okay, I have two ideas…bear with me as they’re both kind of implausible, but I like to believe fun nonetheless. We’re going to set aside the fact that going canon means there will be no future generations of Arcobaleno, but if there were, I’d see you as the next Rain Arcobaleno. Otherwise, I see you as part of the Vongola, as one of the medical team…as in, someone finally realized how important mental health is in the Mafia and you work alongside the doctors and nurses helping the Family members maintain their mental health and you have friends and family and loved ones and your life, despite being a part of the Mafia goes nice and peacefully and you’re treasured and valued and it’s all nice and soft and peaceful and I like that for you.

[haveyoureadthispoll]

Justyce McAllister is top of his class and set for the Ivy League—but none of that matters to the police officer who just put him in handcuffs. And despite leaving his rough neighborhood behind, he can't escape the scorn of his former peers or the ridicule of his new classmates. Justyce looks to the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for answers. But do they hold up anymore? He starts a journal to Dr. King to find out. Then comes the day Justyce goes driving with his best friend, Manny, windows rolled down, music turned up—way up, sparking the fury of a white off-duty cop beside them. Words fly. Shots are fired. Justyce and Manny are caught in the crosshairs. In the media fallout, it's Justyce who is under attack.

[kaitidid22]

Fanfic: Peaches (Conrad/Billie)

Summary: Billie takes Gigi for their annual peach picking trip, and Conrad shows up unexpectedly wanting to talk. (Canon-friendly & mention of Conrad/Cade.)

A/N: Don’t get me wrong, I love that we finally have forward momentum in this ship. But I wish we had seen more of Conrad’s feelings, or he and Billie outside the hospital, or at least together with Gigi. 

It’s implied that Billie is super aunty always on call for Gigi Time (and kind of a defacto co-parent, if she’s picking Gigi up from school), which is so sweet and makes complete sense. I kept expecting more scenes of Billie with Gigi throughout season 5 and now 6 but never got them. 

Anyway, I have all these brain worms of what those scenes might have looked like. So, I decided to write a few of them. There’s no point to these little vignettes. Just fun.

Peaches

Billie held open the bag and let Gigi drop a few more peaches into the nearly full canvas.

“We’re going to need another bag,” Gigi said seriously.

Billie patted the coat pocket where she had stowed her extra canvas bags. “I’m all over it,” she promised.

Gigi grinned before turning and darting away again. Billie watched Gigi’s sequined Uggs sparkling in the sunshine, bright hair streaming behind her as she ran down the line of trees.

We should have braided her hair, Billie realized, kicking herself for the amateur mistake.

She made a mental note to take a brush to it before lunch. She was supposed to drop Gigi at home by three, and Billie didn’t want to leave Conrad stuck with detangling the inevitable knots before he put Gigi down for a nap, or took his daughter out for whatever he had planned that evening.  

Billie felt lucky that Conrad had let her take Gigi for such a large chunk of his day off. He was home and usually, if he had nowhere to be or adulting errands to run, he spent all his free time with his daughter.

Billie knew it was irrational, but she didn’t want to give Conrad any reason to pull Gigi back from her relationship with Billie. And she knew he wouldn’t because of a few knots in his daughter’s hair—she knewthat, she really did. But things were different now. He had Cade, and where once there had only been the three of them, now there were four. Billie was the odd man out, and she was still finding her feet in their new dynamic.

Maybe Cade remembers to braid Gigi’s hair, Billie’s brain said in a nasty tone.

And that was stupid and insecure and jealous because she didn’t even think Cade was close enough to Gigi to braid her hair. Conrad had mentioned Cade generally slipped out early in the morning before his daughter was even awake. It had been a point of frustration with him as he tried to integrate Cade more fully into his life.

Billie shook off the maudlin thought, not wanting to ruin her good mood. Today was special. Today was the start of peach season. Bad thoughts weren’t allowed on Peach Day.

Warm spring air pressed against her skin, the Atlanta humidity just beginning to rear its head. The beginning of peach season had been Billie’s favorite growing up. As a little girl, the time in between peach picking days—only one year, less than really—seemed to stretch out in front of her like an infinite highway. She had been just like Gigi: vibrating with excitement as the day grew closer.

That had been before everything. Before the rape. Before the birth. Before Billie and her family moved away, and she lost touch with Nic. Before her mother died and her father grew lost.

Billie knew they were just peaches. They weren’t really a time machine. But, for one day a year—when the tree branches were heavy with ripe fruit, the air was sweet with the smell of peaches, and the sun still a soft, warm kiss and not summer’s molten fury—Billie could remember what that hopeful little girl had felt like.

“Hey.”

Billie spun at the sound of his voice, the heavy bag of peaches swinging back more slowly than her body and whacking her in the knee hard enough that her leg collapsed. Conrad took an involuntary step forward, hands outstretched to catch her, as if afraid she would fall.

She didn’t. Her other leg stayed strong beneath her weight. But she cursed under her breath and reached down to rub her knee. She forced a self-deprecating smile because she was, in all honesty, happy to see him.

“Hi,” she said.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Conrad said.

His deep voice was always pitched low, and he rarely raised it to show emotion unless he was excited and happy. It was smoky and smooth, and Billie had to fight the way her stomach twisted at the sound. When it went gravelly, though, it meant he was worried, and she could feel the weight of it in his gaze, too. She had first seen it when he found out about the rape and Trevor—a constant watchful, searching look in his eyes. Like he thought that if he looked away, she might disappear.

Or maybe fall apart, she thought, chastising herself.

It was one of the reasons she so rarely told anyone about what had happened to her. The fear of someone not believing her had never been quite as great as the fear that they would always see her as a victim. Weak. She wasn’t either of those things.

But she hadn’t needed to worry about that with Conrad. The look had faded over the weeks that followed the medical board meeting. He had slowly reverted back to the usual teasing glances and elbow jostling when he thought she was being too serious. Plus, he had been distracted falling for Cade—though Billie hadn’t realized it at the time.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, steadying herself. She ran her eyes over him, looking for clues. “This is a nice surprise.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he ducked his chin before glancing at her from beneath his lashes. The day she had realized that arrogant, combative Conrad Hawkins could be bashful had been the very last gasp for Billie’s poor, wasted heart.

It was just too much. He was too much. She couldn’t keep him out anymore.

Conrad reached out and gently tugged the bag of peaches out of her hands. His fingers brushed hers and, like the lovesick idiot she was, she cleared her throat to cover a tiny gasp at the contact.

Cade, she reminded herself, shoring up her spine.

As much as Billie hated to think about the what ifs, there was a distinct possibility that Cade was going to be Gigi’s stepmother someday. And Billie needed to remember that.

“I thought you were meeting Devon for lunch,” she said as she turned and began meandering down the line of trees again.

Billie scanned through the orchard for Gigi’s sequined Uggs. She had told Gigi that the one rule of peach picking was that Gigi had to stay in sight of Billie at all times. Gigi was a good kid, so Billie knew she wouldn’t have gotten far.

Finally, she spotted the boots one row over and halfway down the line of trees. Conrad followed as she changed direction.

“I was planning on it,” he said, ducking under a few branches.

When he didn’t elaborate, Billie glanced at him. “Did he get called in?”

As a surgeon, Billie was always on call. It was the nature of the job. With internists and ER doctors, though, the schedule was a bit different. The ER doctors were usually only on-call for night shifts because weekends were generally covered in full at Chastain due to the trauma center load.

She’d had a lot of experience with Conrad’s schedule over the past five years, as well as his rare, vaguely panicked calls asking for her help with Gigi when the sitter wasn’t available. She had never seen Conrad called in for coverage—sometimes for an existing patient, and many times for the Go Team, but never to cover a shift or because the ER was overloaded.

But it could happen, she thought to herself.

“No,” Conrad said, shaking her out of her thoughts.

Okay. The word drew out into a drawl in her mind.

The cagey answers were making her intuition tingle. And she was self-aware enough to admit to herself that if anyone else were sidestepping her like this, she would be irritated for a moment and then dismiss them. Few people she had ever met made her want to spend more than a few minutes in their company. But Conrad was one of them. And she was starting to get worried.

Her eyes narrowed on his profile. The bashful look was back on his face—the one that made her stomach turn somersaults.

“Conrad Hawkins,” Billie said in as teasing a tone as she could manage. “Did you want to pick peaches that badly? So badly that you crashed your own daughter’s peach date?”

He laughed but looked away, and Billie felt her stomach drop. She was close to the truth. She hadn’t hit it yet, but it had something to do with Billie and Gigi’s peach date. It wasn’t that simple. She knew him well enough to know something else was going on.

But she also trusted that he would tell her when he was ready—she just needed to wait him out. So, she pushed the worry aside as best as she could and tried to make him comfortable.

“Peach Day was my favorite growing up,” she said.

“I know.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “How?”

“Gigi told me today at breakfast,” he said. “She was really excited. I think it might be her favorite now, too.”

“She didn’t stop talking about it for weeks when we went last year.”

“Months,” he said, this time with a grin that looked easy on his face. “I swear I still have some of the peaches frozen in the basement.”

“I swear I tried to limit her to two bags, but she’s just so darn cute,” Billie said.

Conrad laughed. “She’s a menace.”

“She’s the best,” Billie said, smiling back at him.

“I can only hope she continues to use her powers for good and not evil.”

A comfortable silence fell between them as they smiled at each other. After a moment, she looked away, eyes finding the sequined boots again among the trees. God she loved this. She loved the days they were all together, when it felt like they were…family.

You’re still family, a voice that sounded disconcertingly like Nic’s said in Billie’s mind.

I know, Billie told her.

“You’re always welcome to join us,” Billie said, staring resolutely at his daughter.

“You sure?” he asked.

And there it was: whatever was bothering him. She could hear it in his tone—to anyone else the words would probably sound light and teasing, but she could hear the real question there, the seriousness he was trying to gloss over. He wasn’t quite ready to reveal the full extent of his fear, but he was reaching out anyway, hoping she would reach back.

And she did because, with him, she would always reach back.

“Of course.” She met his eyes with a smile that she knew was a little too soft and added, “Always.”

His eyes latched onto hers with that sharp searching gaze, capturing her, not letting her go. She told herself to look away, that he was seeing too much. But then he opened his mouth, and her eyes dropped to his lips, leaning forward as if to read the words he was about to speak. Somehow, she knew that whatever came out next was important, and she couldn’t miss a second of it.

“Daddy!”

Billie jerked back, putting distance between her body and Conrad just as Gigi threw herself and an armful of peaches into her dad’s arms. He caught her with the ease of a five-year veteran and straightened to his full height, the peaches safely cradled between their chests.

Gigi demanded a kiss, which her father granted with a grin. Then the little girl leaned her forehead against her father’s, armful of peaches squeezed between them. She stayed there for a moment that was no longer than the span of a breath but that still managed to twist Billie’s heart in chest, and then Gigi wriggled to be let down again.

“Give Aunt Billie your peaches first,” Conrad said. “We don’t want to drop them.”

Gigi turned big eyes towards Billie in a silent plea for help, and Billie pulled the next canvas bag out of her pocket.

“I gotcha, kiddo,” Billie said.

She reached between their bodies and gently tugged the peaches out of Gigi’s vice grip. Father and daughter were pressed close together, and she had to ignore the few times that her fingers brushed against Conrad’s chest.

His shirt, she told herself. Nothing but cotton.

When the peaches were all safely stowed, Conrad set his daughter back down on her feet. Gigi stared up at him as she leaned back against Billie’s legs, hand tangling in Billie’s coat. Billie smiled down at the top of Gigi’s blonde head, love ballooning inside her chest, pressing against her ribs like there wasn’t enough space to contain it in her body. She really had no idea she could love someone so much until Gigi. Until Trevor. She let her hand smooth down some of Gigi’s flyaway hairs, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

Billie looked up again just in time to catch Conrad’s eyes jerking away and back to his daughter.

“What are you doing here?” Gigi asked her father. “Where’s Uncle Devon?”

“Uncle Devon is at home with Aunt Leela,” Conrad said. “You made peach picking sound like so much fun I just had to come and try it myself.”

“It’s so much fun!” Gigi agreed with an excited wiggle that dislodged her from Billie’s coat. “I can show you how to find the best ones. Aunt Billie showed me last year.”

“Did she?” Conrad murmured. He glanced up at Billie through his lashes, a smile toying with his mouth.

Billie shrugged modestly. “A lifetime of practice.”

Gigi practically vibrated with energy in front of them. Billie bit her lip to hide her smile, and Conrad waved his daughter off.

“Go on,” he said. “Your old dad will only slow you down.”

Gigi rolled her eyes. “You’re not old, Daddy,” she said, but the words were called over her shoulder as she ran down the line of trees.

“Yeah, Dad,” Billie said. “You’re not old.”

“I feel old,” he said.

Conrad absently reached a hand up towards a low-hanging peach.

“Not that one,” Billie said.

Conrad looked at her, then glanced up at the peach, hand still hovering in the air. When his eyes met hers again, all humor had drained out of them. “Why not this one?”

The question meant something else to him. The shadow of seriousness had once again settled across his face. Under his scruffy beard, the corners of his mouth were turned down. His eyes had darkened to near black, his forehead had crinkled into crepe.

“It’s not ready yet,” she said quietly, eyes searching his face for any hint of what he was really asking.

At her words, his lips twitched upwards, and crinkles fanned out from the corners of his eyes. “How do you know when it’s ready?” he asked, voice gone gravelly again.

“All the green is gone,” she said, eyes trapped in his again. “And it’s just a little soft when you touch it.”

His hand closed the remaining distance to wrap around the peach and squeeze gently. His lips thinned as he pressed them together, but his eyes lightened to their normal brown.

“You’re right,” he said, eyes laughing now. “Still hard.”

“I told you,” she murmured. “I’m a peach expert.” Then she grinned at him. “That’s okay, though. There are plenty of peaches in the orchard.”

A tiny voice rang out down the line of trees, “Aunt Billie! I need the bag!”

“Coming,” she called back. She looked back at Conrad. “Try the one next to it.”

His eyebrows lifted, but he moved his hand to the next peach. She felt smug when he felt it, and she saw it register on his face. So smug, in fact, that a broad smirk spread across her face.

Something flashed behind his eyes as they met hers. Something that made her stomach dip and her toes tingle. And then he looked away, and her stomach dropped again at the feeling of rejection.

“Yep,” he said. “That’s ready.”

“Told ya,” she said over her shoulder as she walked towards Gigi. “Grab it, and let’s get a move on, Hawkins.”

“Billie.”

She glanced over her shoulder, not willing to give him all of her. But the look on his face had her turning completely back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“We’re ok,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

She blinked. “Yes?” Hers was.

Determination settled over his features. She was used to this expression—had been since their first days as equally arrogant and outspoken interns at Chastain. Back when he had resented her for every breath she took and had to steel himself to even interact with her on the few occasions their patient load overlapped.

But this was a different Conrad, and she was a different Billie, and he was steeling himself for something else now.

“Last week…” He trailed off, hands finding his hips as if to brace himself. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said instead of finishing whatever he had started about the week before.

“I haven’t,” she said.

And it was true. She had sought him out at work a few times, just wanting a chance to talk, catch up about their lives. She had picked Gigi up from daycare three times that week, and always passed her over to Conrad in the hospital lobby with light conversation and a dash of their usual teasing. Billie had made sure to follow up with him on the nightmares—still nothing new—and the cold he’d had three weeks before. They had talked. She had made sure of it.

He tilted his head, eyes calling her on the sidestep. “Outside of the hospital,” he stressed.

She hesitated. She hadn’t thought he had noticed. She had assumed he was distracted. She looked at the ground, eyebrows coming together as she wondered how to talk around this.

Despite AJ’s insistence that Conrad was in the dark, part of her was sure Conrad knew how she felt about him. He knew her too well not to have seen the change in her. They had come so close to discussing it so many times, always skirting around it with innuendo and metaphors that all amounted to the same thing: Billie wanted, and Conrad didn’t. For a long time, she had thought he was saying Not yet. But the night of Kit and Randolph’s engagement party, she had realized he had been saying You’re not the one.

Thoughts swirled through her mind. Possible answers presented themselves and then dissolved just as quickly. She was left with the truth—at least part of it. They talked about everything. They could talk about this.

“Touché,” she finally murmured. She sighed and turned to walk again. “I’m not avoiding you,” she said.

“Billie—” he started to say, with the infinite patience he had developed after becoming a father. Or maybe it had been before that, and Billie just wasn’t allowed to see that softness in him until he began letting her share Gigi.

“I’m not,” she stressed. “I just don’t know how to do this yet.”

“Do what?” he asked, voice a gentle murmur.

“You with a girlfriend,” she said.

Too close, a voice in her mind chided her. Too close to the truth.

He let out an awkward laugh. She rushed on so that she wouldn’t need to hear his response.

“It’s always been the three of us,” she said, gesturing at his daughter down the row of trees. “You, me, and Gigi.”

Gigi had lost interest in waiting for Billie to show up with the bag and was currently trying stuff a peach in the tiny pocket of her jean jacket. The little girl was going to be a sticky mess, and Billie felt a surge of affection—and gratitude that she had remembered to stash baby wipes in her glove box.

“Holidays,” Billie said. “Weekends. Movies and zoos and museums. We’ve always done it together, been together.”

“Right,” he said. “And Gigi loves that.”

“So do I,” Billie said.

“So do I,” he stressed.

On the surface, his deep voice was teasing, happy. But she could hear his confusion and frustration, too, and she stopped walking to face him.

“Conrad, it’s different now,” Billie said.

Is that too close to the truth? she wondered. But it was too late now. The words were floating between them, and the searching look was back on his face.

“Why is it different?” he asked.

“Conrad—”

“It’s not different,” he said, sidling closer to her. “Billie, you’re family.”

He moved slowly, as if scared she would shy away like a horse. And, for a moment, she hated how well he knew her. She did want to take a step back and away, use that distance as a buffer between her very bruised heart and this very sweet man. But he was being so vulnerable, and she knew it had to have been hard for him to bring this up. So, she steeled herself, too.

“I know,” she said. “You’re my family, too. But Cade deserves a chance to build a relationship with Gigi. And, if you think highly enough of her to bring her into Gigi’s life, then Gigi deserves that chance, too.”

Conrad’s mouth worked for a moment, as if this was the very last thing he had expected her to say. “And you think that can’t happen if we’re spending time together?”

Too close, she thought.

“I think us spending time together muddies things,” she said. She dropped her poker face and sighed, letting her own confusion be visible to him. “Don’t you think it does?”

He hesitated, appearing to struggle with something. She gave him almost a full minute, but no words left his mouth. She sighed again.

“I don’t know, Conrad. That’s what I meant when I said I don’t know how to do this yet.”

“You think I do?” he asked with a laugh. “This is weird as hell.”

She couldn’t help it—she burst into laughter. Delight lit up his face as he watched her.

“Are we as much of a mess as we feel?” Billie asked, turning to walk again.

“I think we have everyone else fooled,” he assured her. After a moment, he asked, “You feel like a mess?”

“Only about ninety-five percent of the time.”

“I never would have guessed.”

She shrugged, and a comfortable silence settled between them again. When they had wandered close enough, Gigi ran over, threw her armful of peaches in the bag, and ran off again without a word.

“Look,” Conrad said, voice barely more than a murmur. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe having you and me and Gigi spend time together while she gets to know Cade isn’t the right move. Thank you for thinking of it. I should have.”

She nodded. She hadn’t realized until this moment that she had been hoping he would argue with her. Hoping he would tell her that he couldn’t do that, that their time together with Gigi meant too much to him. Hoping he would tell her he had been wrong to choose Cade.

Stop it, her brain ordered.

“But Billie…” He paused to take a deep breath. “You’re her favorite person.”

She knew what he was saying and suddenly understood what his real worry was. “I will always be there for Gigi,” she assured him. “And she knows that.”

Relief eased his brow. “She does, right?”

Billie let herself press closer into him, wrapping her fingers around his forearm and squeezing gently. “She does.”

“Can we just figure it out together?”

Startled, her head jerked in response. Not a nod, but not a head shake either. Not a yes, and not a no. Just confusion.

“You’ve helped me figure out all this parenting stuff,” he said, a wry grin toying with his mouth and crinkling his eyes. “You can’t abandon me now.”

Her fingers tightened on his skin. “Never.” She tried to make the word light-hearted, but her breath caught in her throat.

“I thought…” He trailed off with a nervous laugh. He’d been laughing that way a lot recently.

“You thought what?” she asked, curious.

“That you were avoiding me.”

He was obfuscating again. That wasn’t what he had been about to say. But she didn’t call him on it.

“So you said. Why would you think that?”

“Because… you were avoiding me?” he asked.

She shoved lightly against his shoulder. “I just told you I wasn’t.”

“But it looked that way,” he said, slightly defensive.

“You’re my best friend, Conrad,” she said. “I’m never going to avoid you.”

It was the first time she had said the words to him—“best friend.” The second time she had said it out loud to anyone, actually.

“You’re my best friend, too,” he said, blowing past it and not catching how much the words meant to her. “Which is why I was in a panic and trying to figure out a way to fix this.”

“Is that what today’s surprise visit was about?” she asked him, glancing sideways at his profile.

He didn’t look at her. But she could see his lips twitch under his scruffy beard. “Maybe I wanted you to remember how much fun we have.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “We do,” she agreed. “Always.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat. “So, where are we going for lunch?”

“Oh, you’re joining for lunch now, too?”

“You’re going to make me haul seven tons of peaches around and not feed me?” he asked, eyes wide in shock. “Monster.”

She swallowed her giggle. “Fair point. I was planning to take Gigi to Cierra’s.”

“Barbecue,” Conrad said, genuine surprise on his face.

Billie rolled her eyes. “I’m not all tea sandwiches and white linen tablecloths.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Billie Sutton?”

She bumped her shoulder into his.

“Kidding,” Conrad murmured. “I wonder if we can get Gigi to sweet talk Cierra into grilling up some of our peaches.”

Billie drew in a quiet breath and slipped her arm through his elbow. “Yes. You’re brilliant. Grilled peaches are my favorite.”

“Yeah,” he said in a low rumble. His eyes were light and happy and affectionate. “I know.”

[realmsofgames]

Alien Challange: A Battle for the Galaxy

Alien Challenge is the cult classic fighting game from International Games System featuring a cast of intergalactic aliens come to battle for control of the universe.

Let's get right into the characters.

Burnie is a flame alien from somewhere very hot! He wants to make the galaxy hot to meet his flamin fury. He controls fire with attacks like his flame ball which is a useful anti air. ROG ranks him as F tier for his stubby normals and low damage.

This is Dougster. Dougster comes from a football world his powers are based on his keen tackling abilities as well as strikes and grabs. Dougster's primary attacks are charge, bash attack, and football throw. ROG places him in B tier.

Drew is the next alien on our list of challengers. Drew is a clown from a jester world where laughing is no laughing matter. His powerful bowling pin attack combined with his unconventional clown ears uppercut make him powerful at long range.

Fang is a werewolf who can shift into man, man beast, and dog form. Fang's motivations are unclear, but ROG likes to speculate that he hopes to find a cure for his lycanthropy by becoming the galactic champion. His long range normals make him dominant in the mid range with moves such as beast claw, leg sweep, and paw swipe. Fang's normals give the added bonus of being able to swipe away burger and spinach power ups from an otherwise impossible position. For his powerful mid range and power up dominance ROG places Fang in A tier.

Jean Paul is a shinobi trained in the shadow arts of the east. He seeks to find greater and greater challenges to prove the superiority of his ninja style. Jean Paul has quick jabs, but that's it. His pokes are weak and jump ins can be beaten by even the weakest anti airs. For this reason Jean Paul has been placed in F tier.

Melanie is a female warrior who is fighting to show her girl power. She uses her long range breast attack to keep enemies at bay. ROG places Melanie in A tier.

Nic-san is a monk seeking spiritual enlightenment. He is following in the footsteps of the previous galactic champion Claus and hopes that victory will lead him to enlightenment. His powerful sweep kicks can be used to knock enemies to the ground for a chance to continue your pressure. Nic-san is rated at C-tier.

Stevareno is the last character on our roster and the best has been saved for last. Stevareno is a golden man who can shift into multiple forms such as peace sign, missile, spike arm, and anything he puts his mind to. Stevareno has a tool for every situation. Jump ins are all but useless against his great anti airs and attempts to keep him out will be met with his missile transformation dive attack. Even powerful midrange characters like fang have trouble locking him down due to his low profiling mud pool ability. ROG places Stevadore in S tier.

While not on the main roster, Claus can be unlocked by pressing right 8 times up 4 times and down 4 times on the character select screen. As the former galactic champion Claus is a force to be reckoned with. His power is only matched by his wisdom and in the right hands Claus can be the most dominant character in the game. ROG assigns Claus to S tier.

All in all Alien Challenge is a great fighting game with simple controls, easy to understand systems, and a cast of characters that appeal to everyone. ROG recommends you head down to your local arcade and check it out, if you can't find it in your area (we we're unable to locate any arcades on the east coast of the united states that had Alien Challenge) you may have to travel to Taipei, the HQ of IGS, where you'll find Alien Challenge in every arcade without fail. ROG gives alien challange a 6

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

ComicList: Marvel Comics New Releases for Wednesday, May 24, 2023, by Charles LePage.

Amazing Spider-Man Epic Collection Volume 25 Maximum Carnage TP, $39.99

Bishop War College #4 (Cover A Ken Lashley), $3.99

Bishop War College #4 (Cover B Cory Smith), AR

Daredevil And Echo #1 (Of 4)(Cover A Phil Noto), $4.99

Daredevil And Echo #1 (Of 4)(Cover B Jim Cheung), AR

Daredevil And Echo #1 (Of 4)(Cover C Declan Shalvey), AR

Daredevil And Echo #1 (Of 4)(Cover D Stefano Caselli Marvel Icon Variant), AR

Deadly Neighborhood Spider-Man TP, $17.99

Extreme Venomverse #2 (Of 5)(Cover A Leinil Francis Yu), $4.99

Extreme Venomverse #2 (Of 5)(Cover B Ken Lashley Symbiote Variant), AR

Extreme Venomverse #2 (Of 5)(Cover C Peach Momoko), AR

Extreme Venomverse #2 (Of 5)(Cover D InHyuk Lee), AR

Extreme Venomverse #2 (Of 5)(Cover E Ryan Stegman Venom The Other Variant), AR

Fury #1 (Cover A Adam Kubert), $5.99

Fury #1 (Cover B Chris Samnee), AR

Fury #1 (Cover C Mike Del Mundo), AR

Guardians Of The Galaxy #1 (2nd Printing Cover A Kev Walker), $4.99

Hallows’ Eve #3 (Cover A Michael Dowling), $3.99

Hallows’ Eve #3 (Cover B Marguerite Sauvage), AR

Hallows’ Eve #3 (Cover C Joshua Sway Swaby), AR

Hallows’ Eve #3 (Cover D Skottie Young), AR

Hellcat #3 (Of 5)(Cover A Pere Perez), $3.99

Hellcat #3 (Of 5)(Cover B David Baldeon Spider-Verse Variant), AR

Hellcat #3 (Of 5)(Cover C Betsy Cola), AR

Hellcat #3 (Of 5)(Cover D Lee Garbett), AR

Immortal X-Men By Kieron Gillen Volume 2 TP, $15.99

Iron Man #1 (Facsimile Edition), $3.99

Marvel Masterworks The Avengers Volume 23 HC (Book Market Edition), $75.00

Marvel Masterworks The Avengers Volume 23 HC (Direct Market Variant Edition Volume 342), $75.00

Marvel Previews Volume 6 #21 (June 2023), AR

New Mutants Lethal Legion #3 (Of 5)(Cover A Javier Fernandez), $3.99

New Mutants Lethal Legion #3 (Of 5)(Cover B David Lopez), AR

Peter Parker And Miles Morales Spider-Men Double Trouble TP, $13.99

Punisher War Journal TP, $15.99

Spider-Man 2099 Dark Genesis #4 (Of 5)(Cover A Nick Bradshaw), $3.99

Spider-Man 2099 Dark Genesis #4 (Of 5)(Cover B Ken Lashley Frame Variant), AR

Spider-Man 2099 Dark Genesis #4 (Of 5)(Cover C Rod Reis Connecting Variant), AR

Spider-Man 2099 Dark Genesis #4 (Of 5)(Cover D Justin Mason Handbook Variant), AR

Spider-Man 2099 Omnibus Volume 1 HC (Rick Leonardi Book Market Cover), $150.00

Spider-Man 2099 Omnibus Volume 1 HC (Rick Leonardi Direct Market Cover), $150.00

Star Wars Darth Vader Black White And Red #2 (Cover A Adam Kubert), $4.99

Star Wars Darth Vader Black White And Red #2 (Cover B Declan Shalvey), AR

Star Wars Darth Vader Black White And Red #2 (Cover C Salvador Larroca), AR

Star Wars The High Republic #10 (Cover A Rafael De Latorre), $3.99

Star Wars The High Republic #10 (Cover B Leinil Francis Yu), AR

Star Wars The High Republic #10 (Cover C David Lopez), AR

Star Wars Volume 5 The Path To Victory TP, $15.99

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover A Alan Davis), $4.99

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover B Stanley Artgerm Lau), AR

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover C Stanley Artgerm Lau Virgin Variant), AR

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover D Nic Klein Stormbreakers Variant), AR

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover E Taurin Clarke), AR

Storm #1 (Of 5)(Cover F Stefano Caselli Marvel Icon Variant), AR

Thor #34 (Cover A Nic Klein), $3.99

Thor #34 (Cover B Javier Garron Spider-Verse Variant), AR

Thor #34 (Cover C Mateus Manhanini), AR

Warlock Rebirth #2 (Of 5)(Cover A Ron Lim), $3.99

Warlock Rebirth #2 (Of 5)(Cover B Gil Kane Remastered Variant), AR

Warlock Rebirth #2 (Of 5)(Cover C Lucas Werneck Stormbreakers Variant), AR

Warlock Rebirth #2 (Of 5)(Cover D Phil Noto), AR

X-Cellent #3 (Of 5)(Cover A Mike Allred), $3.99

X-Cellent #3 (Of 5)(Cover B Natacha Bustos), AR

[ineedmoredragons]

Top 10 favorite movies, tagged by @sunny-adorkable , thank you! Here is my lengthy list,

1. The Thing (1982) also an honorable mention to John Carpenter's The Fog and They Live

2. The Princess Bride

3. The Dark Crystal (1982)

4. Jaws / Jurassic Park

5. Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

6. Young Frankenstein

7. Amadeus / Alien (1979)

8. Ladyhawke

9. Who Framed Roger Rabbit / Paprika (2006)

10. Mad Max movies, but Especially Fury Road. Miller created a masterpiece with that latest one.

More honorable mentions are The Haunting (1963), The Muppet Movie (1979), Ghost in the Shell (1995), Blue Velvet by David Lynch, Beetlejuice by Tim Burton, Evil Dead 2 by Sam Raimi, Clue (1985), Millennium Actress by Satoshi Kon, Moonstruck (Nic Cage is brilliant in it), Phantom of the Paradise (Paul Williams music is amazing and he also did the music for Muppet movie too), several Studio Ghibli movies and many Vincent Price movies that i should make another list for if anyone is interested.

Tagging anyone who may want to share some of their favorite movies!

[jazumst]

Pomarańcze niezgody i niemcy pół na pół

Żeby Was... Achhhh... Urocze poniedziałki. Posłuchajcie:

Pisałem już kiedyś, że hurtownie warzyw z której bierzemy prowadzą szwagry. Jeden jest miły, drugi kurewsko nie. Dobry i zły sprzedawca warzyw -.- Dziś był ten niemiły.

Około 8mej przyjechało zamówienie. Kierowca jak zwykle - Wszystko jest. - Strzeżonego Pan Bóg..., więc sprawdzam. OK. Kierowca pojechał, szybko wprowadziłem fakturę, i idę wykładać. Przyznaję się - moja wina. Obok leży jakaś siatka. Nieuważnie sprawdzałem. W siatce pomarańcze. Wrzucamy na wagę. Ponad 5,5kg, czyli w sumie w chuj dużo. Patrzymy po sobie z Kierowniczką. Dzwoni żeby nie było.

Słyszę jak się kłoci z typem. Że kierowca nie będzie jechał, że on to jutro dopisze do faktury. Kiero mówi, że to za dużo jak dla nas i kierowca może zabrać jutro, przecież się nie zepsują.

Przyjeżdża kierowca. Z sapami do nas, że poco się odzywaliśmy, trzeba było sobie wziąć, albo mu po prostu oddać. Teraz szef się sra, że nie sprawdzają, że manka, że paliwo nie jest za darmo, żeby puste kursy robić... Wyjaśniliśmy, nie ma żalu.

O 10 dzwoni hurtownia. Pierwszy raz nie odebraliśmy. Drugi raz odebrałem ja. Dzwoni ten drugi szwagier, że mają pomarańcze w super cenie i czy chcemy. Ja z początku nie ogarnąłem i mówię mu, że oddaliśmy 5,5kg dzisiaj. Szwagier pyta czy złe były, że jeszcze lepszą cenę da jak za dużo.

Od słowa do słowa wyszło, że Szwagier 1 wpychał te pomarańcze na zasadzie uda się nie uda. Zarobi albo straci. Normalnie załamałem ręce. Kierowca przyjechał trzeci raz z tymi pomarańczami :P Jeszcze dostaliśmy 1kg do podziału :P

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Przyjechali Niemcy. To był niesamowity widok. Ot takie lepsze ale przeciętne fury załadowane po brzegi. Wychodzi Hans w wieku okołoemerytalnym. Na górze kurtka jakby w Alpach na nartach był. Na dupie szorty w palmy i laczki XD Helga to samo. Puchowa kamizela na klacie, na dupie szorty. Na zewnątrz skwar. Milion stopni a może nawet i dwa. A ci się kurwa zdecydować nie mogą. Naprawdę widok niezwykły.

No nie może być!!! SWS poniekąd mnie pochwalił za instrukcję szkoleniową dla świeżaków. Trzeba ją poprawić, bo robiłem ją dawno i troszkę się zmieniło, ale powiedział dobre słowo. Wierzyć mi się nie chce. Oni nikogo za nic nie chwalą.

[fantasyqueen502]

Lady Strong

Word count: 652

Summary: Aemond x f!reader. Eldest sister of her brothers (Strong). She gets quality time with her uncle who she hasn't seen in years. A short story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy.

Rated: PG-13

Warnings: Sparing (Combat), mentions of injury, and sexual/misogynistic language.

"Is that?" Speech evades her as the man turns with an eye patch. It was Aemond. He had definitely grown. Shoulders broad and loaded with muscle. "Come for training nephews!" He stares at the brothers who coward under his gaze. "You can watch Lady Strong." He baits. She bites stumping over to the fence. "What of me Uncle?"

"Wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face…" he chuckles to himself. "…again."

A scar from her chin through her pretty lips along the apple of her cheek. A reminder of their fight as children. Standing over her brother who screamed and cried their uncle holding up a rock threatening to kill him. She got the small blade Daemon taught her to hide in her boot. She took his eye and he took her beauty. Many suits compared her image to inbred dogs; her lips forever parted to show her clenched teeth. A constant snarl on her face.

Climbing over the fence. Her brothers are trying to hold her back.

"Your sword."

"No."

"You misunderstood me. I wasn't asking permission." She smirks, taking the end of his blade. Guiding it to her hip making a small nic in her dress. Relaxing his sword. His heart jumps at the loud screech of fabric. Splitting her dress in two allowing a view of her bare leg up to her thigh. He dares not to fall for a trap. A sword hidden under her dress strapped to her thigh. The guards shouts for her.

"What would your Husband think? Of this harlot display."

"It's adorable. You think I would settle to be owned by some boring man."

"A shame. Unsurprising." He smirks.

Hitting his sword up. "Thought this a challenge." She snaps. Advancing. "Sound like my ladies."

Swords sang as the two danced. Evenly matched. Striking her sword hard, punching her in the face. Whipping her head back to her blood mixing with dirt, she laughs.

"Still hit like a girl." She cackles. Twirling her sword blocking his swing, kicking his knee out forcing him to kneel. Striking him in the chest with her foot. Searching for his weapon he growls as she sits on him. Smirking down at him. Lips painted red turning her head to spit was of blood and saliva.

"Y/N" The guards shout.

Leaning forward. "Didn't know you were so happy to see me." She breathes purposefully placing her full weight on his member. He growls, biting his tongue until his mouth is filled with the taste of copper. She drives her sword next to his head. "Till next time, uncle one eye."

Sir Cristen walks over and she eyes him up and throws her dagger at him.

"Clean it would ya " she instructs.

Stepping over to give the prince a hand, Aemond angrily slaps it away. Glaring down the trio of bastards the brother hastily helps their sister over the fence nervously seeking glaces at their uncle.

"I'll notify the queen of this assault." He says.

Anger, fury, grinding his teeth, but why did he feel the heat in his loins. The feeling of blood pooling downward leaving him lightheaded. Images of her dirty face with her eyes a bottomless pit for him to fall into. Expecting her to cry as he punched her face she never missed a beat. Helaena definitely would ball her eyes out if she was tripped into her backside. She was always like this. Growing up, rough housing with them. She was even tougher than even Aegon and unafraid of dirt and mud unfazed by the pain of bruised knuckles and skinned elbows and knees. as her many dresses were surely ruined.

He wanted to tear the garments from her. How dare she taunt him, how dare she teased him with a show of her long legs with the slit she tore into her own dress.

How dare she not give all of herself to him.

[aceofwhump]

hello I've just watched Renfield and now I am DESPERATE for Nic Hoult whump. have you got any?

Man I want to see Renfield so bad! I gotta wait until it's out on dvd/digital. Okay Nic Hoult whump. Let me think. I haven't seen a lot of his filmography and honestly I can't remember a lot of whump in the things I've seen him in which would be X-Men, Jack the Giant Slayer, Mad Max Fury Road. And I don't think there's much in The Great but I haven't seen it yet.

Sorry but I don't really have anything. Maybe my followers can help? I'm going blank.