#running away from every woman he sees 🤣

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LUKE THOMPSON as Benedict Bridgerton | S03E03 ‘Forces of Nature’

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ PICTURES OF YOU ─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!model!reader

⌗︙・ summary — lando accidentally slips up on stream, revealing he has a girlfriend. chaos subsequently ensues.

genre — social media au, fc yeji from itzy

notes — as a fashion girlie myself this was like scripting my ideal life LOL. i love lando and i'm so excited for baku!!! hopefully he can haul ass and get that mclaren to podium - or at least a girl can dream. also gif not mine!!! pics are all from pinterest :) hope you enjoy this one! sorry for the crunchy quality on the tweets, can't seem to find a high quality tweet maker 😭

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yourusername   new york, it’s been a minute ❤️

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bellahadid   so great to see u on the runway again! xx

yourusername   had so much fun with u babe xx

miumiu   🤍🩰

heconghc   pretty girl

Liked by landonorris yourusername   all u ❤️

maxitaxi   anyone else notice lando lurking in the comments? 🤨

landonorrizz   my guy aint slick at ALL 🤣 y/nults   lmfaooo leave him alone he just like us fr Liked by landonorris

tifosiiibabe   So Lando and Y/N were both in NY at the same time, AND he’s liking every comment calling her pretty?

lulusdelulu   the math is, in fact, mathing…. yukismatchagirl   Y/N WAG CONFIRMED!!!!!!!

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lando.jpg   Singapore. Shot by Lando Norris.

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daniel.jpg   you’re gonna give me a run for my money mate!

lando.jpg   All’s fair in love and war, mate

yourusername   talented showstopping incredible!!!!!

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yourusername   shot by my love

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yourbestfriend   okayyyyyy so the mystery man has skillz!

yourusername   On and off the track ;)

lilymhe   gorgeous baby!!!! date me!!!!!

alex_albon   :((( yourusername   🤭 alex_albon   sleep with five eyes open, y/n >:(

y/nsbiggestfan   y/n interacting with lily he and alex albon i prayed for days like these

kimikimchi   y/n at the paddock WHEN

y/nnspinkiefinger   no one talking about this post being a literal soft launch ?????

takeawalk   omg yeah and the “on and off the track” comment…. SO HE IS A DRIVER!!!!! landooonorizz   fr like “SHOT BY LANDO NORRIS” “SHOT BY MY LOVE”. IF 1+1=2....

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f1wagupdates   Cause for celebration! After his podium win at the Singapore Grand Prix, fans spotted Lando Norris enjoying a night to remember with a mystery woman on a small motorboat not far from the Sentosa resort at which he allegedly stayed at. Fans reported the couple being “all over each other” and “laughing the night away”. 🥂🪩

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maxitaxi   that is so definitely yourusername you don’t even have to think for a minute

sarascardriving   BROOOOO tagging her is crazy 😭😭   maxitaxi   and i’ll do it again. so yourusername when’s the hard launch? maxitaxi   as a matter of fact. landonorris when’s the Y/N .jpg feature?

drivingmeinsane   lando liked omfg

kikilikeskiwi   all thanks to maxitaxi thank you for your service 🫡

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lando.jpg   You ask, I deliver.

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maxitaxi   I-

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yourusername   hot damn norris. who’s the pretty lady?

lando.jpg   🤷‍♂️

daniel.jpg   Man, you’re gonna put me out of business!

lando.jpg   Too bad I have the prettiest muse. Liked by yourusername

charles_leclerc   Wearing the superior team colours I see.

lando.jpg   Don’t even start, I can take you on anyday Frenchie louderlauda   OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HE HIT HIM WHERE IT HURTS yourusername   low blow, norris, low blow lando.jpg   😔 sorry ma’am reorgegussellshirt   🤳📸

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yourusername   sun’s out & fun’s out!

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bellahadid   glowing

lilyrosedepp   mother is mothering!

landonorris   ahem, pic creds?

yourusername   🙄 thanks i guess…. landonorris   we can talk about my payment when you get home 😉 This comment has been removed.

barbiealbono   “when you get home” UM. HELLO????

dannyr333   Sooooo the girl Lando was taking a pic of for lando.jpg on danielricciardo 's story is … Y/N?

tsunodascupcake   girl you lost me at Lando betaromeo   no fr like i had a stroke tryna read that 😭

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lando.jpg   lost the pic but gained some great memories 🎞 have this one instead as an apology

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yourusername   what a great shot

lando.jpg   well, it’s pretty easy when you have a great muse daniel.jpg   We get it, the two of you are in love. Now leave the rest of us in peace lando.jpg   Wow, thanks for the support, Daniel yourusername   you’re uninvited from our housewarming party daniel.jpg   NOOOOO I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACKKKKKKKKK      

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yourusername   swapping out the soft launch for the hard launch 🛞 did i get it right landonorris ?

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landonorris   nailed it ❤️ couldn’t have been prouder my love

yourusername   does this mean i get to pick the movie tonight? landonorris   You’re cute, but not that cute landonorris   Just kidding babe i love you landonorris   Babe landonorris   Baby? landonorris   I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it you can pick the movie you can pick dinner just call me back PLEASE landonorris   …Y/N? yourusername   whoops sorry my phone died !!!! what happened here???? landonorris   …. yourusername   LOL love you babe xx yourusername   soooooooo do i still get to pick the movie tonight…? landonorris   i love you, so fine. yourusername   ❤️ !!!! landonorris   😊

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A/N: Who has time to fuck when they're too busy kickin ass? Also.. Kinda went overboard on this one. Was trying to keep it pg-13, maybe get to a lil nc-17 but ended with straight porn! 🤣🤣

virgin!Megumi isn't really sure how this happened.. He's not blind to the opposite sex. Knows what women think of him, how they stare when he walks by; easily notices his female teammates eye-fucking him as they spar. So why the fuck hasn't he gotten his dick wet yet? Well.. Unfortunately for them, he's more interested in how you see him. "Lookin good, Gumi. Such a fuckin tease, know that? When you gone let me hit?" You whisper in his ear, giggling and smackin his ass when you walk by during his match. 'What. The. Entire. Fuck.' He thinks, gaze fixed on your cute lil wink and sway of your curvy hips. Your beautiful body is unmatched to him, makes him lose focus as he watches you walk away. Can't really be blamed for the way he stares, cheeks warm from your public teasing. It's not his fault he ends up face down in the ground while Yuji does a spit-take, clutching his sides laughing at how Megumi groans and coughs out a mouth full of dirt. "Dude! Never turn your back on your opponent." "No shit, Itadori!" He's half hard and embarrassed as shit right now thanks to you.

virgin!Megumi knows that your lil show of dominance was actually pretty tame- considering your usual antics. He's 100% sure you know about his little predicament and use it to your advantage any chance you get. "Oh what the fuck!" Megumi's shout pulls you downstairs to see what the hells goin on. He looks so cute: got your flower apron on, kitchen towel on his shoulder as he struggles opening a can with damp fingers. "Awww, my poor baby havin some trouble?" You chuckle at him, taking the jar poppin it open with ease, and set it on the counter. "No, it's cause- well obviously I could've done that myself! My hands.. It's just cause my fingers are wet." He sputters but you don't bother payin attention. You're slinkin up to his fine ass, nosing into his pale throat, peckin slow sweet kisses. "Mmm, Gumi. Taste so good. Wonder where else you taste good.." Oh, how he's so willing to let you find out. Your body presses into his side, perky brown titties pushing against his arm, adoring how he immediately comes undone for you. His head tilts as he whines your name, hips jerking as you lick at his skin. "So needy already. Poor thing. Only takes a kiss to your pretty throat.. Now you're ready to buss a big nut for me, huh baby?" He's nodding before you can get the question out. What a goddamn sight.. Megumi holding tight at your waist, dick tenting deliciously as he humps into the air. Fuck, he'd kill every curse on earth just to feel your dainty fingers wrap around him. Why does it always feel so dam amazing when you've barely touched him? "Know what would feel soooo good, princess? If you cum for me, right here- right now." More pretty moans before he gives you an unintelligible "N-not a princess." You smirk, hand creepin up to yank his head back by a fist full of his dark hair and grace him with one last harsh nip. He sounds so pretty when he gives you a loud whiny "Fuck!" Your too fuckin estatic to witness Megumi's eager sounds, pretty face pinched up as shivers run throughout his perfect athletic body. All of his reactions only for you.. So you palm down his thick clothed cock once as a reward. His whimpers are so fuckin pathetic, that paired with the cum stain quickly spreading across the fat bulge in his pants. "Seriously, Megumi?" you laugh heartily, slapping his toned ass once and heading back upstairs. Your boyfriend gazes at your exit with glazed eyes before thumping his head back into the cupboard to stare at the ceiling. "Fuckin woman's gonna be the death of me." He mutters under his breath as shame creeps in once again.

virgin!Megumi loves when you give him lessons on how to please you. As much as he's dying to cram his dick into you, he thinks learning how to make you feel good is so much more important. So Megumi sits on his knees, naked from the waist down on the floor by the foot of the bed; cock harder than it's ever been as he gives himself quick sloppy strokes. He's absolutely engrossed with your fingers playing between your thick cocoa thighs. Bright white teeth clench together at the sight, trapping his dark blue t-shirt in-between. "Y/n, come closer. Please! Wanna see you up close." Words muffled but hopin you understand. You're so preoccupied with the pleasure, eyes closed as you scoot to the edge of the bed to give him a better view of your nude body. You pick up the pace of the 2 fingers slippin in and out of your tight gushy hole. The sounds of your lil puss fill the room, adding to the slaps of his handjob and both of your heavy pants. "Fuuuuck, love when you watch me play with my pussy. Mmm, yeeesss- so good! You like it t-too, right Gumi?" The breathless way you say his name has him agreeing before he can process what your asking. It's the fuckin truth anyway. "So damn perfect, y/n. I swear it. Never seen anyone more beautiful." He vows, leaning in close as you bring your other hand down to rub your clit in quick messy circles. "Ahhh! My Go- getting so close baby. Turnin me on so much. Kiss me! Kiss me Gumi, pleeeeease." Megumi's never heard you sound so submissive, so utterly feminine as you get closer to your high. "Okay, honey, okay.." He springs to his feet, snatchin his shirt over his head before caging your sweaty brown body with his. Feels fucking incredible when his body pins yours to the bed, hard dick pokin at your slit. Removing your hands to clutch at his back as the feeling of his dry humpin amps you up. "Fuck, Gumiiii! Dont wanna rush you, jus- ohmyGod! Cant wait anymore, baby. Just the tip, yeah? Please Gumi, just lemme have the tip!" Those rosy lips melt into yours passionately at your earlier request as well as to silence your filthy mouth before you make him nut, but you can barely keep up. Orgasm hittin so viciously, you're doing more moaning than kissing into Megumi's mouth. And boy does he fucking loves it, inhaling each one as he continues to press his mouth over yours. His body slides repeatedly against your own, itchin to give you his cock. The rough pressure on your clit keeps you mindless as your please alternate between "Please, Gumi, please.." and "dick, just the tip.." 'Fuck it.' He thinks, cock slippin clumsily against your hole before he angles just right and forces the head of his dick between your walls. You're insides suffocate him, hug him lovingly as he immediately gives you 3 jerky thrusts that have you wailing. "Thank you baby. Ah, ah, ah! Th-thank you, so fuckin much!" The way you sound, the wet warmth on his cock.. It's all just so damn nerve-wracking, so mind-blowing and he cant take it anymore. A thunderous groan permeates the room before Megumi goes silent, stiff as a board ontop you when he pulls out to pour his nut out all over your pussy lips. Rubbing your hands down your boyfriend's flushed back soothingly as you feel his hot cum cover your cunt, raining drips down your ass crack. Fuck, what a mess. "Good boy, Megumi. Such a good boy for me." You tell him as he gasps into the side of you neck.

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abaker74 I always love when Jake or Bradley Meet then date a single mom. Being a single mom myself that's on brand for me 🤣🤣

Summary: Bradley introduces jake to his high school best friend and her child. Basically Jake likes Milfs. Fluffy content.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female!Reader (Single mother reader)

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Roses and Thorns - Part I

(Previously called “Pool Table”)

It had been a long day of training for the pilots at Top Gun. Jake "Hangman" Seresin had given them a run for their money after becoming an instructor. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy making the pilots suffer.

He was now enjoying an ice cold tap beer with his fellow instructor and friend, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. The two of them shared notes over the pilots they were training. Bradley kept annoyingly texting on his phone the entire time, smiling every now and then.

Finally, he had gotten a phone call that he seemed to be anxious about getting and he ran out of the Hard Deck. Jake rolled his eyes at his friend, finally relieved to be free from his suffocating phone use.

Jake looked around the Hard Deck, listening to the sounds of classic rock playing on the jukebox mixed with the hum of different voices having different conversations.

Jake felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down at a little girl. Large doey eyes and h/c hair put up in two curly pigtails with pink bows wrapped around them. She had on a little sweater with strawberries on it. "Daddy?"

The question caught him off guard, nearly spitting out his drink. He felt his heart drop to his stomach and panic began to settle in. "I- um-"

Laughter came from a few feet away. He looked over in the direction of it and saw that Bradley was doubled over in laughter with his hand on a woman’s shoulder, who was also laughing. The two made their way over to the table and sat down. The small girl ran back to the woman and jumped in her lap, giggling like a maniac. I assumed now that this woman was her mother.

“Oh man your face was priceless.” Bradley said while wiping a tear from his eyes.

Jake grumbled, rolling his eyes and bringing his beer to his lips. His attention turned to the woman with the same colored hair as the little girl. He watched the way her face moved when she laughed, the lingering smile on her face made his heart skip a beat.

“Jake, this is my long time friend from high school, y/n.” Bradley introduced them. Y/n reached her hand over the table to shake, a kind smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.” She charmed.

Jake grabbed her hand and shook it. Her hands were soft and delicate but she had a strong grip.

“Jake Seresin.” He returned the introduction to her. He then pointed to the little girl in her lap. “Who’s the troublemaker?” He asked.

Y/n smiled and grabbed the little girls hands in her own. “This is my daughter, Rose.”

“Momma I want French fries!” Rose exclaimed excitedly upon seeing someone walk out of the nearby kitchen door with a basket of them.

Jake smiled at the way the small girls face lit up. He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jake loved kids. He had always imagined himself having as many boys as possibly. Someone he could roughhouse with and throw a football on the beach. Maybe they would even take after him and join the military. The thought of having girls scared him. Maybe it was because he didn’t know how to take care of one, or maybe because he wouldn’t know what to do if she brought a boy home. Boys would be easier, more low maintenance.

“I’ll get you some French fries baby.” Y/n said nonchalantly as she pet the little girls head.

Rose pounded her little fists on the table, making the liquid in our drinks vibrate slightly. “French fries! French fries! French fries!” She chanted like a battle cry. Jake chuckled and shook his head.

“Alright I’m going!” Y/n gave in, throwing her hands up in surrender. “Here, go to uncle Brad.” Y/n handed the child over to Bradley. She now sat in his lap and giggled menacingly.

“You are very right she’s a troublemaker.” Bradley commented and took a drink from his cup.

“So you and y/n were friends in high school?” Jake asked, attempting to learn more about this woman he never heard of before.

Bradley nodded. “Since freshman year. We had PE together. Beat the shit out of me with dodgeballs every day for four years. We’ve stayed close ever since.” Bradley reminisced on the memory of the past. I looked over at her as she leaned against the bar, talking with Penny. She was unbelievably sexy. Just her posture and the way she carried herself and talked in the conversation from afar. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Is it safe to assume that’s not your kid?” Jake asked, wanting to poke some fun at Bradley. Bradley laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no. I don’t know where Rosie’s father is at. Y/n doesn’t really talk about it.”

For some reason, knowing she was single heightened the attraction that he felt. He hated to say it, because it made him sound kind of misogynistic, but Jake loved seeing women with kids as much as he loved kids. There was nothing he loved more than watching someone play pretend and cater to someone’s needs. Jake watched her walk back over to the table with a cocktail in one hand and a basket of French fries in the other. Y/n slid them down onto the table and plopped down into her chair. “Boom! French fries.”

Rose used her little fingers to make a grabbing motion towards the basket of fries that Bradley grabbed and slid them closer to the little girl.

“So, Bradshaw tells me you’re a pilot as well.” Y/n began to strike up conversation with Jake, taking a French fry from the basket and popping it into her mouth. She looked at him with an innocent interest.

The three and a half people made pleasant conversation as the night went on. Rose had only eaten about 5 of the French fries that she had demanded she receive so the three adults finished them off. It was 9:30 now and Rose was passed out in y/n’s arms, her head resting on her chest with her mouth wide open.

“I better get going so I can put her to bed.” Y/n said as she slowly stood up from her chair. She struggled to reach down on the ground to grab one of her bags. Jake jumped up to grab it off the ground for her.

“I can get it.” He insisted. Y/n looked at him with a warm smile spreading across her face. “Thank you.”

Jake looked back at Bradley as y/n made her way to the door. Bradley winked and raised his glass to Jake. He had turned around and quickened his pace to catch up. He jogged to the car to get there first and he opened the door for y/n while she strapped Rose into her car seat.

Once she was in the seat she walked around to the driver side door and took her bag from Jakes hands. “Thank you for the help, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, any time.” Jake smiled, sticking his hands into his pockets. Y/n nodded to him, saying her goodbyes before driving off.

It was rounding 6 o’clock when Jake decided to take a run on the beach. He had run a couple miles when he came up on the beach that butted up with the back of the Hard Deck. He noticed an umbrella with two silhouettes sitting underneath it. The closer he got the clearer the two became. It was y/n and Rose.

He approached the two, stopping in front of them. Y/n looked up, blocking the sun from her eyes, even though she was wearing sunglasses, and then smiled. “Hey Jake.”

“Hi.” He smiled. Jake facepalmed himself. That was all he was able to choke out? Hi? How mortifying.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked. To the right of y/n, Rose was digging sand up from the beach and putting it into a bucket.

“Just out for a run.” He shrugged plainly.

“I see.” If she hadn’t been wearing sunglasses, Jake would have sworn that she looked him up and down, suddenly making him feel bashful. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that way.

Jake felt a tug on his right hand. He looked down at Rose who was trying to pull him in the direction of the little mound of sand towers that she was building. “Come on.” She encouraged.

“Rosie sweetheart, Jake is busy he can’t play right now.” Y/n, took her daughters hand out of jakes. Of course, that was the one sentence a parent could say that could make even a child hating person feel guilty.

“He can’t play?” Rosie frowned, looking back and forth between the two adults.

“No no no, I can play.” Jake said quickly, afraid of upsetting the pouting girl. He sat down on the sand next to y/n under the umbrella.

“You don’t have to,” y/n reassured him, pulling her sunglasses up off her face and into her hair.

“I want to.” Jake smiled at her, holding eye contact for a little longer than normal.

Jake was drawn away from admiring the woman’s features as he was handed a small Pail and shovel. “Can you fill this with sand please?” Rose asked. How could anybody say no to those big blue eyes?

Eventually a small sand castle was built in front of where their set up was on the beach. Rose stepped back to admire her work. Her face then lit up with an idea. “I gotta get water for my Algators.”

Jake chuckled at her mispronunciation of the word alligator and watched as she took off running toward the water with her Pail in hand. “She’s adorable.” Jake hummed.

Y/n chuckled and nodded her hand. “She is the light in my life. Always keeps me on my toes.”

“I bet you guys always have your hands full.” Jake chuckled. He wanted to see if y/n would talk more about what Bradley said about her father being absent.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively and blew air through her mouth. “My hands are always full. Dead beat father didn’t want to stick around.”

Jake frowned. He already knew the answer to her question before he asked it, but hearing the venom dripping from her voice as she said it really stung his heart. “I’m so sorry.” He took the opportunity to place a hand on her shoulder. He felt her soft skin underneath his course hand and felt a fire ignite his chest. She looked over at him and gave him a gentle smile.

“Thank you. It really isn’t that big of a deal though, it was a long time ago.”

“What happened if you don’t mind me asking.” Jake asked.

Y/n sucked her teeth in thought before continuing on with her story. “We wanted different things. I wanted to have a baby and stay close to my mom, and he didn’t want a baby and to go to New York to peruse his acting career. So we compromised and I got full custody and he’s doing compression sock commercials.”

Jake couldn’t help but break out in laughter at the way she described it. It really did seem like a thing of the past to her. Or maybe, she covered up her pain with humor.

“How long ago was that?”

“Little over 5 years ago. it's just been me and her ever since."

Jake nodded in understanding of what she was saying. “Well, for what it’s worth you’ve done great.”

“It’s too heavy!” A small voice called from the distance. Jake looked off towards the ocean to see Rose struggling to carry the water filled bucket back to their spot on the beach.

“I’m coming!” Jake quickly got up from his spot on the sand and went up to rose. He took the bucket from her and grabbed her hand to help her walk back up the beach. Jake poured the water into the small hole she dug.

“There, a finished castle.”

Rose giggled and smiled. “I’ll be the princess and you be the knight.” She suggested. Jake chuckled and nodded to her.

“Yes your majesty.” He brought his hand up and saluted to her. Then Jake got an idea. He gave y/n a mischievous look that caused her face to turn up in confusion.

“If I’m a knight, that means I have to protect the princess from the evil queen.” Jake looked back over at y/n and gave her a wink. A wide smile spread on her face and she slowly shifted her weight around and crouched over on her feet.

“I’ll get you my pretty.” She twisted her voice to a creepy witch-like tone, causing Rose to giggle in anticipation.

“Go we have to go!” She encouraged Jake. Jake wrapped his arms around Rose and picked her up off the ground.

“I’ll save you princess!” He announced. Jake took off at a jog down the beach with y/n on his tail. Rose gripped onto jakes arms and let out many screaming giggles. The sound made Jake happy, the shrill of happy little kid screams made him want to do everything to keep this little girl happy.

He had looped around and made his way back around to the umbrella. He quickly set Rose down in the shade and then stood up to face y/n who was barreling towards him.

“I’ve got this, princess. Stop evil queen!” Jake commanded. Y/n showed no signs of stopping. In fact, she didn’t. She got right up to Jake and then ducked her shoulder down into his abdomen. Taken back by the sudden tackle and the strength at which she laid him out.

Jakes back hit the ground, y/n following shortly after and landing on top of him. In the tackle he had wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from rolling away. He felt the soft skin of her back against his hands as their skin was pressed together. He couldn’t help but feel the attraction simmering in his stomach as he looked up at her, a wide smile spread across her face as she laughed.

“Get off my knight!” Rose was near them now, pounding her little fists into y/n’s back in an attempt to get her mother off of Jake. Y/n rolled over and grabbed rose, wrapping her up tightly in her arms before plopping back down in the sand next to Jake.

“I’ve got her Jake! Tickle her!”

Jake laughed and reached his arms over and ticked her sides. Rose squealed and thrashed around, laughs erupting from within her. “Stop stop!” She said in between her laughs.

Jake brought his hands back and propped his head up on his hand. He looked over at the mother and daughter duo. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Rose, planting kisses on her cheek. Jake felt something warm in his heart. Admiration, affection, adoration, all the mushy feelings he had ever felt all at once. Rose changed his view on girls. He wanted to have 5 girls if they all turned out like this one. In turn, he wanted to know more about the spectacular woman in front of him. He knew he would do anything to protect them both.

“Forgive me if this is too forward-“ Jake began to talk before he was cut off by y/n.

“It’s too forward. I can’t forgive you now.” They both chuckled at her sarcastic response. Jakes face then fell to a more serious expression.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Y/n's expression durned up in surprise. It took her a minute to think about an answer which caused Jakes heart to begin to race. It was too forward. He hadn't even asked her if she had a boyfriend, or anybody she was seeing.

"Yes, actually." At her response, Jake felt his heart return to it's chest. Relief flooded over him.

"Hard Deck at 7 tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'll be there."

“You met her two days ago and already asked her on a date?” Bradley exclaimed over the phone.

Jake smiled with the phone up to his ear. He was already at the Hard Deck when Bradley had called. Apparently y/n had asked Bradley to babysit for her while she went out with his friend.

“The heart wants what the heart wants Brad.”

“This is hardly your heart talking.” Bradley retorted sassily.

“I’ll have you know,” Jake jumped to his own defense. “I hung out with her and Rose on the beach yesterday-”

“And you fell in love with Rosie’s intoxicating giggle?” Bradley chuckled.

Jake felt the heat rise to his face. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was absolutely true. It was an addiction, something that Jake could listen to for the rest of his life. Which, is part of why he asked y/n out.

“Shut up, Bradshaw.” Jake growled, hanging up the phone before Bradley had a chance to clap back. As though it were scripted, Y/n walked through the door and glanced around. Jake stood up and walked to the door to meet her. Y/n saw him, smiling as they met halfway.

Y/n was wearing a deep blue dress that stopped in the middle of her shins. She had on a pair of white sandals and a golden chain around her ankle. Traveling back up to her face, spaghetti straps across her strong shoulders and a plunging v neck where a necklace with a pink pendant played across the top of her breasts. Leaving just enough to the imagination.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” Jake raved upon approaching her. Y/n smiled and held her arms out, embracing Jake. He reciprocated the hug, putting his hands gently on her lower back.

“Thank you! You don’t look so bad yourself.” Y/n took a moment to look Jake up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a red shirt on top.

Jake directed them to the bar, opening the tab and buying them both drinks to start with. He then directed her attention a few tables away from the central bar.

“Now, since this is a bar I wasn’t able to reserve a table. But, I have reserved the pool table.” He spread his hands out wide in a presenting way as they approached the pool table. Y/n smiled and laughed.

“I think we can manage with that.” Y/n grabbed two sticks and then turned around, reaching one over to Jake. “Are you breaking or am I?” She asked.

For some odd reason, Jake had never been that attracted to someone.

“Ladies first, obviously.”

Y/n smirked slightly, placing the que ball down and bending over at the waist to line up her shot. The way that her necklace dangled in front of her now more exposed chest was next to impossible to ignore. His eyes wandered to there, hardly listening to the words that left her mouth.

“You know, I know exactly why you asked me on a date.” Her eyes wandered from looking up at Jake to at the pool table, drawing back her stick and breaking the stack. Unfortunately, no balls went into any pockets.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Jake asked, looking around the table for the easiest shot to start.

“You like hot moms.”

Jake was mid shot when y/n said that, causing him to completely miss the ball in front of him. He looked up at y/n who was propped against the pool stick, laughing at his misfortune.

“Now that’s not true-“

“You don’t think I’m hot?” Y/n interrupted him with a pout.

“No, you’re very hot.” Jake huffed with a shy giggle.

Y/n smirked a little, walking around the table to observe potential shots. She found one right beside where Jake stood, bending at the waist and took a shot, sinking a striped ball into a socket. “And I’m a mom. Therefore, you like hot moms.”

For the first time a woman had left Jake speechless. He rubbed the back of his neck and feeling the intense heat rise to his face. Y/n seemed to notice when she looked up at him. She put a hand on his strong chest, gently pushing him backwards slightly so she could slip between him and the pool table.

“Relax Seresin, I’m pulling your leg.”

Jake had felt a tingling sensation running over his whole body. Like fire ants were crawling in his veins. He watched her take another shot at a pool ball and missed.

“So, do you want kids?” Y/n asked, taking a step back to allow him room to move.

Jake chuckled and looked around the table for his next shot. “Straight to the deep questions, huh?”

“Well I’ve got a kid who’s not going anywhere. Just want to make sure you’re not some secret child hater.”

Jake chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, I want kids.”

“How many?”

Jake huffed out. “As many as my partner would let me.” He admitted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. “Let me guess, boys?”

Jake missed his third shot before standing up straight to look over at y/n. He smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah.”

“I figured as much.” Y/n hummed with a chuckle. “It’s the typical male answer.”

Jake put his hands up in defense. “Forgive me if girls are intimidating.”

“So you think my little Rosie is intimidating?”

“Well no-“

“Don’t worry. The more time you spend around her the more girls you want.”

Jake smirked a little, watching y/n take her next shot. “Will I be spending more time around her?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n looked up at him from her spot bent over lining up her pool shot. A small smile curled up on her perfectly plump lips. “There’s a good chance.”

Jake smiled. His heart warmed the more he talked to y/n about just the smallest things. He couldn’t remember the last time he talked to someone for this long about mundane things. He enjoyed every second of it.

Much to his distaste, the night eventually had to come to a close. Jake walked y/n out to her car, the two of them laughing about a joke that was told earlier.

“Thank you for tonight Jake, I had a great time.” Y/n leaned against the back seat of her car while Jake stood by the drivers door.

“I had a great time too.” Jake hummed. He held out his hand and gestured with his eyes for y/n to take it. Y/n smiled, placing her hand on top of Jakes. He brought it up to his lips and gave her a kiss on the knuckles while simultaneously opening the driver side door for her.

“So when is our second date?” He asked. Y/n stepped up into position to get into her car. The only thing between her and Jake was the car door. She stopped for a moment, seeming to think. Y/n shifted her weight to her toes, stretching up and placing a kiss on Jakes lips. She lingered there for a couple seconds. Before going back down on her flat feet.

“I’ll call you.” She said sweetly. Y/n got into her car and closed the door, rolling down the window. Jake was so caught up in the intoxicating kiss that he forgot one critical detail.

“I never gave you my number.”

Y/n put a pair of sunglasses on her head and poked her head out of her driver window. She smiled wildly up at him. “I know.”

Just like that, she drove off. Leaving Jake smiling like an idiot in the parking lot.

Next Part

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 94... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

This was an absolutely delightful little chapter!! AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT...!! 👌😆

Today's chapter did one of my most favorite genres in fiction in the MOST Spy × Family way possible...!! 👏😌 So let's talk about it, shall we? 👌😎

This chapter begins with Anya and Bond watching an episode of Bondman, where he is skiing away from the bad guys and Anya asks her papa Loid if they could swoosh too...!! 😆 Loid basically tells Anya no, but then she starts to get really upset, so...:

ANYA GOT WHAT SHE WANTED!! 👏😆 (Loid is such a softie for his girls...!🤭)

Then, the Forger family partake in some skiing shenanigans...!! 🤭

Poor Yor...!! 🤣 Plus, I also love seeing the WISE logo on Loid's sleeve and skis...!! 😖 It always makes me laugh whenever I find them on Twilight or on his stuff!!! 😆

After some more skiing (and even some sledding), a blizzard comes swooshing in...(Sidenote: Twilight and Yor look SUPER CUTE in the picture below!! 👇😆)

BUT NO ONE CAN LEAVE!! 😱

And when that happened, 2 thoughts went through my mind...: One, The Forgers were gonna run into the Desmonds at the ski lodge now that every member of the Desmonds have been introduced; or two, We were gonna partake in...

...A good old fashioned Murder Mystery...!!! 🕵

Now, I wasn't sure yet which of my thoughts were gonna come into fruition... But, the moment I saw all the people at the lodge and saw that there was an urban legend...:

...I KNEW that this was gonna be a Murder Mystery!! 👀 And I LOVE me a good MURDER MYSTERY...!!! 👏😆

But, you what I love more than a murder mystery...? 🤔

THESE TWO MOMENTS OF YOR FREAKING OUT FOR BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AS TWILIGHT!! 💗😍💗

My love for any TwiYor moments or crumbs will triumph over all!! 😤 (And plus, I'd probably freak out too if I had to share a room with Twilight...! 😅)

Moving on, as everyone gets comfortable, we get a glimpse at the killer and their first victim...:

Luckily, since Twilight is... Well, Twilight... He tends to the wounded man (who is still alive) and deduces that one of them must be the culprit (obviously)...!! Then, the people start to accuse Yor since she ran outside during the stabbing and THIS HAPPENED...:

KYAAAAAAAAAAA!! 😍

TWILIGHT PROTECTING YOR IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!! 💗😍💗

Though, we all know that Yor can protect herself, it always makes my melt when Twilight goes out of his way to defend his woman...!!! 💗🤗💗

Anyway, normally it would take a while before the culprit would be found out, but...:

...There is a child that can read minds and a dog that see into the future trapped in there with everyone as well, SOOO...:

AND THUS THE MYSTERY WAS SOLVED!! 👏🤣 AND ANYA HAD A BLAST...!! 😆

And that was Mission 94, AND OF COURSE I LOVED IT!! 😆 This was such a fun chapter and would have never thought that a murder mystery plot would ever happen in Spy × Family, but here we are...!! 😁

I swear, the moment I figured out that this was a murder mystery, I was like: "How the hell is this going work...?! 🤷" But, it did not disappoint!! 👏😄 This type of plot couldn't have gone in any other way in Spy × Family in my honest opinion, so I think that Endo did a great job with it!! 😁

Anyway, I had fun with this chapter and would've loved to talk about it a lot sooner... But hey, stuff happens...!! 🤷 So until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! SEE YA!! 👋😄

[riseofamoonycake]

I've got one! Kashimo with the reader who just straight up says she's into him and keeps giving him suggestive comments. Our boy is so focused on finding Sukuna that she really gets on his nerves, but at the same time he cannot deny her commitment 🤣 Of course, if you aren't interested in this kind of request, please ignore it. No need to force yourself, cutie 😊

YES YES YES! OKAY I LOVE THIS ONE! AAAAAAAA

Carried Away

Character: Kashimo Hajime

Warnings: Suggestive language and the end is slightly NSFW, Hajime is not so gentle at first... then...

In truth, you don’t know why you are behaving this way ― it is new to you.

Those who have always known you, those who grew up alongside you and call you friend, if they saw you now they wouldn’t recognize you: where did the elegant and reserved girl, even shy when it comes to certain topics, the embodiment of reserve, go? Where is the high-class young lady who blushes at the slightest swearing? You have lost all the discretion and good manners you have learned over the years, and you don’t even care about it anymore.

Now that he has entered your life, that you have truly seen what Beauty is capable of creating, nothing else arouses your interest. Only him… the god who answered your prayers and came to your rescue.

More or less.

“So the more you get excited, the more electric you become? And when you get embarrassed, or get excited? What happens then? I would like to see it…” 

Looking at and listening to you from the outside, your tongue really has no rules, you are not imposing one on it. You seem totally transformed, a different person… a creature prey to lust and the desire to possess. Or rather, to be possessed. Possibly, for hours.

“I guess no one can resist you, not when you use those shocks… well, if you really need a guinea pig, I… I’m here. You could make me dance without any problems.”

Kashimo Hajime ― even if you don’t know and he doesn’t want to tell you it, that is his name ― gives you yet another furious look at such a comment and doesn’t even bother to respond, turning his gaze away and focusing on the road ahead. “Unbearable…”

It is been all the day, since you met for the first time, that you haven’t stopped following and tormenting him with your smiles, enthusiastic and spicy comments and constant questions, and he is losing patience and every hope to distance you; having ignored you wasn’t enough to keep you at distance, having treated you badly and almost attacked you to scare you and make you run away didn’t work, and now his self-control screeches, it wriggles and snorts dangerously like a wild beast kept tied up, and the temperature is starting to rise dramatically, making the blood boil. Many would have already fled; yet you remain in your place without fear, driven by something stronger than it and totally its prey. “Please, can you at least look at me?”

Forcefully planting his staff on the ground, Kashimo obliges and turns to stare at you. His eyes are wide and so bruised with anger they are pale, and this time you take a step back, slightly, just slightly, unsettled. The electric discharges that emanate from his body become more numerous, dry and rapid, they snap and hiss in your direction, ready to fry you until you are reduced to ashes. “Well, I’m looking at you right now. Are you happy now?”

You remain silent for a moment, contemplating the young man and not being affected by the tone in which he spoke to you, then you swallow a lump of saliva and sigh. “Yes. Now, I’d like to keep you company for a little while.”

He frowns and bares his teeth, a tiger about to pounce and tear. “I don’t need the company of a woman who can’t control her instincts. Don’t you have anyone else to torment? There are men and women who would pay dearly to have your beauty all to themselves. Go to them and leave me alone.”

You shake your head, then look back at Kashimo and answer with enviable confidence. “If I were looking for any man or woman, I would have let you go long ago. But I’m staying here.”

Kashimo rubs his eyes for a moment, growling softly, then takes a few steps closer. The asphalt cracks as he walks, cobwebs that creak painfully, but you don’t move and wait until his face is a few centimeters from yours, and a smile that isn’t a smile is painted on it. Everything in his expression screams danger to you, but it is too late to run away now. “Listen, doll, you’re trying to play without knowing the rules. And if you continue like this, you’re dead. Do you think I care about you, hmmm? Nobody does. So get out of here, you’ve already wasted too much of my time. This is the last time I’m telling you this and now, I warn you, I have no intention of holding back.”

You take a deep breath, then cross your arms over your chest; without wanting to, Kashimo recognizes that you have a lot of courage, at least as much as your shamelessness. “Do what you want with me, but if you think you can scare me and push me to leave by calling me these names, that’s not the strategy. I don’t really care what you can say and do. Also, I don’t feel like I offended you in any way.”

Hajime narrows his eyes as well and tilts his head to the side. “It’s true, but your comments are beyond appropriate. Don’t you have a minimum of modesty? In such a situation?”

You can’t help but stare into the man’s eyes, and then grin. “You mean I embarrassed you? My, my… I only told the truth⁓ And maybe you should notice too, how alluring you are.”

He remains silent for a moment, then nods and grins just as much. “I know it. But you recognize that we are not in the right time for such amenities, right?”

His tone is slightly gentler now, and you take the opportunity to smile softly. “I know. Maybe that’s also why I’m taking the initiative to… well, divert attention from the problem. At least for a little while.”

“Divert attention from the problem…” Kashimo sighs and rolls his eyes, then his gaze darkens a little. “Okay, let’s do this: I pay attention to you for a little while, and then you leave me alone. No more, no less.”

“Are you already tired of fighting with me yet? Are you giving up?”

“Darling, giving up isn’t in my vocabulary⁓”

You start to reply again, not wanting to let him win; but his lips rest on yours in an angry kiss and your wrists find themselves caged by his fingers in an iron grip, leaving no room for escape. His body imposes on yours all the control it can, and when you flinch under his force, he holds you still, chuckling against your lips. “You’re a girl who doesn’t give up easily, right?”, he then murmurs to you, before moving to your neck and biting it firmly, enough to make a tear of blood flow and make you moan loudly in surprise, sudden pain and pleasure, and then do the same thing with your shoulder, your chest, and you can be sure that he will continue like this all over your body, marking you until he leaves you voiceless, “and I like this. I have to say, you have my respect. So… why don’t you praise me a little more, since you’re so good at it?”

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

LMAO, I knew I could count on Imperial Tutor Yu! 😂

***

I am cackling 🤣🤣

Honestly, I think Yanran is too stupid to live and I have no love for this character, but the grandparents are great!

***

Screaming at all these idiotic maids!

If they were in the Qi household, they would all be dead by now.

***

LMAOOOO, the way he jumped up like his ass was on fire 🤣🤣

It seems like she severely miscalculated her odds here.

***

Oh, yes, keep digging your grave 🙄

***

I honestly can't stand her.

All she does is cry and look shocked and bewildered, and then runs to Minglan to solve her problems for her, starting from fixing her shitty embroidery, to reclaiming her dead mother's belongings that she didn't take proper care of to begin with, to advocating for her on huge matters such as that of HER OWN MARRIAGE.

Like, grow a spine. Grow a brain. Learn some life skills (like locking up precious possessions, for example 🙄). And if you can't? THEN SUFFER.

The idea of her with Gu Tingye gives me so much ick and not just because his plan is gross and he is deliberately going after her because she is weak and stupid. The very concept of such a strong, intelligent and capable man with this wet rag of a woman makes me break out in hives.

***

And the way they start playing sad, pitiful music every time she shows up on screen, I cannot 🙄🙄

***

No, you don't understand, Tutor Yu!

It was raining that day, so the ground was slippery! And he just... slipped and fell! Onto Manniang! And his dick just went into her vagina! But like... by accident! Because of the dick-to-vagina homing system that is activated in all young men when they are in the vicinity of a prostitute! It was not his fault at all! And then she was pregnant. And had a baby! And then it happened again! And she had another baby! But it was the circumstances, Tutor Yu! Not his doing at all! Please understand! 🙏🙏

***

Are you not ashamed of speaking such blatant lies?

The only reason you're after this particular woman is because she's too weak to stop you from bringing your mistress and illegitimate kids into your marital home!

***

LMAOOOOOO

WHAT IS SHE DOING??? IS SHE TRYING TO SABOTAGE THIS MARRIAGE? BITCH, HE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FIRST WIFE, GET REAL.

Because even though the grandparents agreed after his pitiful act, THEY AGREED BECAUSE HE SAID THERE WOULD BE NO SECOND WIFE! With her here making a scene at their house, this match is doomed.

***

LMAO, bitch what.

LOL, I love the response "You're completely alive already." Like, shut up.

***

You fucking moron. You imbecile. You deserve every second of being made a fool of because you have a spine of jelly. SAY NO. JUST SAY FUCKING NO. LET HER FUCKING KNEEL, SHE WILL GET UP AS SOON AS HER KNEES GET TIRED. OR BETTER YET, WHEN YOUR PARENTS GET HOME, HAVE HER DRAGGED AWAY. UGH, THIS MAKES ME ANGRY.

***

Good. You are not fit for life.

***

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CHASE HER AWAY?

I'm pretty certain there is some form of law enforcement here that will very much get rid of her for you, especially since she is a literal nobody, making a scene and dragging the reputation of a well-off house. Let her try this at Gu manor and see how it goes! Oh, wait, she did! And it went as well for her there as it could be expected, lol, she almost got her and her daughter's asses sold into slavery, smh.

[beanibon]

Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

[kookies2000]

Just need to figuer something out.

Death 1 was at the Running of the Bulls. He most likely hasn't met Kitty in that death. He died flirting so yes, they hadn't met. He may be a ladies man but I'm sure his mama taught him how to respect a woman he's in a relationship with.

Death 2 was a poker game. Which is my favorite because he looks aesthetically pleasing to me.

Death 3, drunk and falls off a tower.

Death 4, buff Puss dies from weights.

Death 5, canon incident. We know he's met Kitty at this point and they're most likely still a couple. Considering there didn't seem to be any bad blood between them.

Death 6, shellfish.

And then 7, fire when baking with Gingy. At this point, we know he left Kitty at the alter and met Shrek.

8th is bell.

Ok! So we have a good hint of the timeline!!!

Puss grew up in an orphanage and meets Humpty. He gets mistaken for a their and is ram out of town.

Puss in Boots goes to this town and has his adventures. Hence the show.

Then he meets Kitty and reunites with Humpty, 1st movie. He's on life #2 here.

Then he meets the Tres Diablos. I'm assuming he was on life #2 or #3 at this point.

Then the Trident. Life #5 Assuming Kitty and Puss are together in this, this also means that he and Kitty were a couple when Puss jumped off a tower drunk. I'm sure Kitty didn't let him live that down. And this is a cursed thought. This also means they were a couple when Puss looked like this, life #4.

I hope to God no but at the same time yes because he was probably tired of Kitty always beating him in every sword fight. 🤣

And now it's safe to assume he's on his 6th life when he leaves the wedding. I love this theory where when he runs away from the wedding, he hops on a boat and goes to Far Far Away on that same day. And considering he's a thief, I don't think he would have enough money to eat at a fancy restaurant. So he most likely lost his 6th life when he ate shellfish at the castle. Which I love because I can just imagine Shrek and Fiona watching their friend die at the dinner table. They panic for a moment only for him to come back to life. 😂

And then of course, his 7th life when he's baking with Gingy.

8th life, he decides to go back to his adventuring and visits Spain again. He dies from a bell.

9th and final life, The Last Wish. He goes back to see his friend's and of course, he'll introduce his wife and best friend to them.

BOOM!!!!

Time line down!!!!

[whumped-by-glitter]

I saw this post about crazy museum stories, and I see lots of retail stories, but I don’t see a lot of airport stories….

So here are some of my craziest stories from working at an airport.

Airport behind the scenes:

• The random passenger who told me to get off the carousel (I was fixing it) then absolutely couldn’t believe I was a female and a mechanic. Then he proceeded to insinuate my military rank before getting out meant I messed up (AF just ranks slower, we had a bit of a bottleneck problem when I was in). He then suggested my supervisor didn’t know how to do his job well and could “just take us all under his wing”. All of this before asking for a job…..

• The passenger who insisted I check him in for his flight that left 2 hrs ago, when I was fixing the ticket counter conveyor belt, all the lights were off and I was literally black up to my elbows in grease….

• The woman who rode up and down the glass elevator in ticketing, lifting her skirt repeatedly, until the sheriffs had to come get her. Bonus points: it was only around noon, and no she wasn’t flying anywhere.

• The woman who got demanded she get on a plane at 11 pm, when flights are no longer going out, with no ID or money, to a city that was literally a 45 min drive away, with no airport. She proceeded to stop pick up traffic with an airport use wheelchair.

• A man who went through an armed door to the ramp, took all of his clothes of and sat there (that one made news).

• A woman who decided to take off all of her clothes and run around the main part of the airport. A sheriff and 2 cleaners had to catch her, she ran through the parking structure at 1am, in January in the northern Midwest.

• The absolutely insane contract manager that almost got sued by Southwest Airlines for wearing disguises and hiding to catch their ticket counter agents putting begs on the belt wrong (they weren’t, also wearing 2 hats and a fake mustache is not inconspicuous sir) that was the talk of the airport for quite a while…

• The gate agent that somehow messed up the jetbridge so bad I had to take every single limit sensor apart so I could override it. When he called it in all I was told was “the wheel locked up and I kept moving it, and I made an ooopsies.”

• The coworker that would insist on wanting to empty the lavs (which is easier than loading bags) but would mess it up at least once every other week and spill on himself, then just look horrified but not move….

• A woman rode an unattended baggage belt, luckily she was read as an oversize bag and sent directly to TSA, she literally could have been killed. She scared the daylights out of some TSA agents though. Could you imagine- you expect a golf club bag or something and get a person popping out?

• The lady who was really scared to fly, got really drunk, and fell down an up escalator. It was Christmas and luckily the gate agents were able to book her on a new flight the next day for free. But when asked if she had someone to pick her up, she called her husband, in Texas… (this is an airport near Chicago) she literally didn’t even know what airport she was at. A sheriff took her to a hotel to let her sleep it off, and to my knowledge she made it out safe the next morning.

I found a cat stuck in a wall, well actually she climbed through the wall and became trapped in a plumbing closet. She is really lucky some Southwest agents heard her crying and called us (they figured since we worked on conveyors and had tons of tools, we might be able to help. We called airport ops to open the closet door, and there she was. I still have her to this day, her name is Delta, and she is a very weird cat, I blame it on the fumes 🤣

All of this and more, and I work at a relatively small airport, and I was only there 5 years, and primarily worked 3rd shift as a mechanic.

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Hello!! How are you?? I hope you've been drinking tons of water. Need to stay hydrated 🦋

I was actually perhaps wondering if you could maybe write a reader insert 👉🏻👈🏻 With Tommy Shelby?? I'll probably put this in point form to get all my thoughts in order 😂

•The reader and Tommy are really good friends and she's basically part of the family. She helps Polly at the betting shop, and Tommy let's her help him out with the books.

•Despite her being close to the family, he still keeps her out of the Blinders business, so she doesn't know the more illegal side of the work he's doing but she has an inkling.

•One day, her and Polly are sitting around in the house, just chatting away when Arthur and John barge into the house. They freeze when they see the reader and ask to speak to Polly privately which she finds pretty suspicious because they're normally open to talking freely around her.

•They go up to one of the rooms and after a while, the reader follows. She eavedrops on the conversation, only to learn that Tommy is in possible danger. At that point she's basically so done with the threats and stuff (she's not oblivious to what's been happening and she's probably had her own run ins with people who have a strong hatred for Tommy), that she barges in and demands they tell her where he is. They try to stop her from interfering and tell her that they have it under control since it's part of Tommy's plan but she's not hearing it.

•Polly would probably be the one to tell her because she knows the girl can handle herself and is also too stubborn to give up.

•Cue the reader leaving in a haste to get to wherever Tommy is. When she gets there, she literally just made it in time to save him and she's barely flinching when she fires the gun (basically going with the idea that she's had to protect gerself more often than not, especially since the streets of Birmingham aren't exactly the safest)

•When she gets Tommy back to the house (after a looonng moment of silent treatment) he tries to speak to her and she just breaks down

•He's there to console her and eventually she's the one opening up to him about how much she had worried she was going to lose him and that she couldn't lose him after losing so much already. And then a confession could ensue from there??

•And from there, Tommy let's her in on more of his business and she could end up being his righthand woman in things, basically like how his brother's are ^-^

Sorry for the length of this 😅 also! It's perfectly fine if you'd prefer to do this as a gender neutral reader too 😁

And don't forget to make sure you get some water and get some rest too! 🦋❤️

Every time I reread this, I take a sip from my water bottle lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣

But here is it!

Unexpected

Pairing: Tommyxreader

Genre: Fluff

Trigger Warning: reader has a gun and knows how to use it

A/N: I kind of got carried away with this 👉🏼👈🏼. Pretty sure I didn't catch all the grammar mistakes. If you find one please ignore it 🙂 🙃 😊

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

If anyone were to describe the role you had within the Shelby circle, they'd say you were family. A select few would even go as far as to say that you were Tommy's woman. You'd spent a considerable amount of time by his side. Often walking in and out of his office a few times a day. If anyone had first dibs on setting the books right it was you. You were good with numbers and even better at catching mistakes. And if any of the Shelby's had dibs getting your assistance it was Polly in the betting shop. Because no one dared screw up when you were around. Polly may have been a scary smart woman but even she couldn't catch onto people and their slick ways as quick as you. That was one of the many things she liked about you.

the first time you had met Tommy you were laying on his office floor, books laying neatly on either side of you and your feet swinging in the air as your hand flew across a piece paper, jotting down numbers and equations to calculate just how much money had been skimmed from the betting shop. Your initial goal was to deliver a message from Ada-she's a close friend of yours, granted you'd fallen out for a few years but you found your way back to her-to Bloody Fuckin Thomas Shelby (her words not yours) about staying away from her boyfriend.

But the minute you walked through the double doors of the betting shop and glanced at the large board with numbers detailing placed bets and money won, you just knew, that something was off about the numbers.

It doesn't add up, you told yourself numerous times as you flipped through four giant books that spanned over months of business incomes through bets.

Your brain tickled as you tried to understand why it seemed weird that one day seemed too little and another seemed too much. There should be some consistency, you'd mumbled quietly. You tried to leave it alone but as you looked at the board and stared over the shoulder of someone filling in the book with new info, you scoffed so loudly it made them pause. There are so many things wrong here, you thought off-handedly.

"Do you know how to spell?" You glanced at the pen in his hand and at his messy scrawling, "No, of course not. Who the fuck hired you?" You questioned. Why would someone put an illiterate fool in charge of transcribing the day's bets into a book? Not only that but why were the bets collected 2 pounds off from the calculations?

The persistent need to find the problem had you sending the man away and taking over the books. By the end of the night, you found that someone had been stealing minuscule amounts of money from the bets. Overall, you calculated that Shelby inc. had lost roughly 32 pounds over the course of 3 months. You weren't sure why the person had taken so little, any other normal thief would have taken their fill and looked for the first sign out of town. But you didn't care because you figured out why it was wrong and that was enough for you.

When you proudly presented your findings to one Thomas Shelby, you suddenly realized that you had no business digging into his business and inserting yourself the way that you did. You thought perhaps he'd call the coppers and have you arrested for trespassing but instead, he looked at you with his intense blue eyes and impassive face and asked you why you thought he was losing money.

And well that offended you greatly because it wasn't a matter of what you thought but a matter of fact. A fact you had relentlessly chased down. You told him as such, slowly going through your calculations and showing him your neatly scrawled numbers and pointing to each place in the books that were off.

One simple message and a carried away brain led to you having a permanent place within the Shelby circle. This brings us to the present.

"Have you told him?" Polly asked with a cigarette in her mouth. Her hands toyed with her cup of whisky. Grey eyes watching you with a little twinkle.

You dipped your head down behind the book in your hand, a collection of short stories and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe. "Told who what?" you danced around the question.

Polly rolled her eyes, "Honestly, just kiss and fuck already."

You gasped in disbelief, a chortle of laughter escaping you as you uttered, "Polly! How uncouth of you"

She snorted, "Its very uncouth of you to lead a man by his ba-"

You were grateful for the interruption. Anything to not have to hear Polly nag you about your not-so relationship with her nephew Tommy. You'd been around for a few years now. So you were used to the teasing and blunt vulgar language that often escaped her or any Shelby's mouth. But even so, it still made you anxious whenever any one of them, besides Tommy, would bring up your relationship with him.

You had no problem with admitting you felt something for him. It was hard not to when he was both handsome and intelligent. Not to mention that he was naturally charismatic and was very good at getting attention. If anyone was stringing anyone it was him stringing you. Because you could sit for hours and listen to him talk. You loved his deep baritone voice. The way every word he spoke dripped with purpose and meaning. You found that insanely attractive. Despite that, the issue was, you were scared. Scared of the intensity of your feelings for him. You often felt like your body would crumble under the weight of your emotions.

You squirmed underneath Polly's assessing gaze and attempted to ignore her by turning to the new intruders.

Arthur and John stood, disheveled and bruised. You sat up in alarm, "what happened?" You sat up from your seat and stalked towards them, "I'll go get the-"

"No need sweetheart," Arthur gently interrupted you, "we just need to speak to Polly in private."

You paused a little hurt at being dismissed from what appeared to be an important conversation and very very curious as to what happened for them to show up bloody, bruised, and panicked.

"I think not," You forced yourself to be more assertive, "You need stitches and some ointment. Can't you-"

John stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, "You can check on us after we're done talking with Polly, but right now we really need to talk to her, alright?"

His eyes implored you to drop it and you did. Polly glanced at you for a moment as if deciding whether or not to allow you into their conversation, but she must have thought not to because she turned away and lead the boys up to one of the empty rooms upstairs.

You knew many things about the Shelbys. You knew Arthur hated carrots and loved hot chocolate-his guilty pleasure on cold days. You knew Ada hated pumpkin pie but ate it whenever you made it and you knew Polly was a blunt forward woman who did not care about how others perceived her. But she had a heart of gold for her family and would do anything for them. You knew John loved to live life on the edge but he craved the warmth and affection of his children- so he cut back on how many nights he'd spend out in the city at bars if it meant spending time with his kids. You knew Thomas secretly liked tea but refused to admit it because then it would mean you were right.

You knew big things and little things about them, so what in the world did they not want you to know? You could have sat back down on the couch and finished your chapter. But your brain tickled and you knew something was wrong and maybe just maybe you could help them fix it.

You found yourself sneaking up the stairs, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, and listening intently for their voices.

"What do you mean, they've got Tommy?" Polly hissed through clenched teeth.

"One minute we were exiting the Garrison and the next we were ambushed, nearly lost me head but we managed to fight em off." Arthur elaborated, "But in the fray, they took Tommy."

"Bastards," John hissed, "We could have easily gotten him back but Tommy told us to hang back."

"So, he's got a plan?" Polly guessed.

"Fuck his plan, we need to get him back and hit 'em where it hurts," John gritted.

Tommy's been taken? you thought. Your mind raced at the news. Why would someone take him? What's going on?

You burst through the bedroom door and wildly glanced around, "What. Why was he taken? where did they go?"

Your heart raced at the idea that he had been takin'. Thoughts of never seeing him again repeated over and over. You'd just managed to find a place to call home and you were already losing a part of it. Polly tried to calm you down but you couldn't possibly be calm.

"This isn't a problem you need to concern yourself with," You weren't sure which one said it but it made you boil, "Fuck you, of course, it is, I'm part of this family as much as you are."

Family was important to you. You'd never had a family before the Shelby's. Despite being friends with Ada when you were younger, you didn't have much time to connect or get to know anyone else before you left. 6 years later you made it back and Ada was the first person to find you at your new small apartment. With a shittily made casserole and an excited smile. "I never forgot you! I promised I wouldn't" she had said. You didn't know then how important she was going to be in discovering yourself and finding a family. Thomas was part of your family now. And you couldn't allow a piece of your family to possibly die.

Polly was the one to spill, because she recognized the crazed look in your eyes. She knew that nothing they said to placate you would work and that if they didn't let you in, you'd go and find out on your own. Arthur and John had both looked away as she told you everything Thomas had explicitly told them to hide from you. For 4 years, they had kept the shadier parts of their business from you. They weren't sure how they managed but you were mostly oblivious to the ongoing of the darker side of their business. It certainly helped that you didn't venture much to the outside world besides working at the betting shop and being stuck in Tommy's office to help with paperwork.

After Polly told you that a business deal had gone south and a potential business partner turned enemy went rogue and took Tommy to intimidate and force his hand, you bolted out of the house. Firmly ignoring Arthur and John's panicked voices and grabby hands from stopping you.

Nothing would stop you, not even the panicked scared little girl screaming inside your head to stop and hide. To turn tail and save your own skin. But you wouldn't. Couldn't possibly give up on the only kin you had. Blood relations be damned. The Shelbys were the best part of your life. And it could be so much more, if only you could get there in time-before its too late.

The thought made you take a mental pause. Trying to push out any thoughts of showing up to a...dead Tommy. For a moment your heart stuttered and stopped. No, it wont come to that. You were moving briskly through Birmingham, eyes wild and hands tightly clutching a hand gun in your coat pocket. The very same gun that saved your life once upon a time.

You'd killed a man before, for survival and you'd kill again if it meant saving someone you cared deeply about.

You found him kneeling on the ground and his arms up in surrounder. It perturbed you to see him look so vulnerable. For as long as you had known him, Thomas Shelby was anything but vulnerable.

The men around him laughed when they saw you, didn't bother lifting their guns to shoo you. Instead they urged you with their mocking words and twisted smiles to walk away before something bad happened to you.

You swallowed the little girl inside you and resolved yourself. They were dead before they could question your ability to use a gun. Little girls don't know how to use guns, but big girls whose been through some shit do.

You were in shock. Not surprising. But even in your shock you knew what to do. You somehow managed to weakly grab Thomes' hand and drag him away from the enemy's warehouse. Dragged him through back alleyways and empty streets towards safer territory.

You didn't realize you had crossed over Peaky territory. Hadn't quite processed the events of this evening. Too busy thinking about how you were seconds away from finding a dead Tommy and an unfulfilled wish.

Your breathing escalated as that thought rang inside your head, each word echoing louder than the last-twisting into different variations of the same concept.

He could've been dead

One more second and he'd be dead

Oh my God, he could've died

He's had experience with panicked men lost in their own minds. Watching you spiral from one thought to the next was not unfamiliar, but watching the way tears gathered in your eyes and the way you gasped for air felt different from the men he'd once helped. You shouldn't have known where he was. He was pissed. You had been put into danger because of him and the line of work he did. But you showed strength he'd never seen before. No, not strength. He'd seen a women ready to do anything to survive, to protect and save. He'd seen a women kill with ease, a hollow look in her eyes.

He knew then that it hadn't been the first time you'd been put into a position that decided the fate of another. You were broken just like him and that realization ached his heart in a new way. You with your bright smile and easy composure was broken just like him. Just like anyone who'd been through war, forced to survive in a world built to kill your hopes and dreams. You who did her best to be positive, to care and love those around her despite being broken. And all he did was assume that you were too naive and innocent to understand the real world. How wrong he was and how right of you to always prove him wrong.

He found a bench to set you down. You complied, too distracted by your panic to notice. He kneeled before you and studied your face, his hands held yours. Thumb pressing circles into the back of your palms. He spoke to you, "We're okay. Your sitting on a bench and I'm here." His deep voice quieted the thoughts but didn't lesson the feeling of unease.

"YOU almost DIED," your head shook, hair falling down around your shoulders and tears pouring out of your eyes, "if I had been a second late, you would have died."

Speaking the words aloud was an alarming realization. Thinking is one thing but saying it aloud and realizing just how true it could have been scared you.

"Hey," he moved closer, soft blue eyes holding your own, his rough but gentle hands cupping your face, "I'm right here. See"

He nodded slightly as if to reaffirm he was really there. As if moving his head would make you realize how true that statement was, "My hands are touching your cheek, do you feel them?"

He asked patiently, quietly. You sniffed and leaned into his touch with closed eyes, "Yes, I feel them"

"How do they feel?" His question guided you away from darker thoughts.

"Warm, a bit rough"

He chuckled, "I'd say sorry but these working hands make it possible for you to have all the books you'd like."

You giggled through the tears. You'd opened your eyes to look at him and found yourself going through another wave of fear and sadness, "I was so scared," you sniffed.

Not knowing was the worst. Which brings you to your earlier frustrations. You found yourself glaring angrily at him. "If I wasn't at the house with Polly, if I hadn't walked up the stairs and listened to their conversation. I wouldn't have been here with you. You could've been dead and I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know anything. Why would you hide this from me?"

The answer was obvious but you still thought that you'd proven to be more than just a nobody who'd wander into their lives. You thought you had been family. They were family for you. Did they not see you as family?

"Am I not, family? Do you not care about me?" You whispered.

His lips quirked in amusement, your shift in moods was a good sign, if a little disadvantages for him, "Ay, your family. But that don't mean I want you put in danger." He conceded. "I don't want you doing that again, eh" the last part was final. His eyes turned hard as his thumb caressed your cheeks, "No more running wildly into danger." He added a bit more softly.

You stared him down with annoyance, "If it weren't for me, you'd still be with those assholes holding guns to your head." You rushed, "Guns Tommy. They were all holding guns to your head."

He stood pulling you up with him, "I was fine, I had 'em where I wanted 'em."

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. You watched bewildered as he wrapped his mouth around the cigarette and lit it. Nonchalantly pulling from it and breathing it out.

This man, your mind hissed. "A plan, that only you know. A plan that isolated everyone you cared about from being aware!" You exclaimed irritated. "If your plan was to have everyone split off doing their own thing, then GREAT FUCKING JOB, THOMAS!"

He stared at you with a raised brow and a smirk. As if seeing you get angry and worried over his wellbeing was somehow amusing for him. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How panicked Arthur and John were?" You asked but didn't allow him to answer, "They were seconds away from having every fuckin' peaky under their belt go out and search for trouble. As if rounding up the opposing enemy's minions would solve anything? I mean seriously, not one fuckin person really knew what was going on and the only thing I knew was that they were taking you to the last meet up spot!"

Your arms waved into the air, "I was damn lucky Polly knew a bit more than Arthur and John but you have no idea how scared I was! I thought I was gonna find your dead body and I wouldn't-"

Wouldn't have gotten to tell you how I felt, your thoughts finished the sentence for you. You took a deep breathe and turned away from his unwavering gaze, "Point is, you're an ass."

That wasn't your main point but it should do, right?

"You care about me?" After all your ranting and that's the one thing he got? It wasn't even a question. Judging by his tiny pleased smirk. Ass.

You rolled your eyes, "Come now, Mr. Shelby, you're a smart man. You know I do."

He had to have known, you weren't subtle. Sure you never said anything explicitly about your feelings but you were terrible at hiding your affections for others. If you cared about someone you made sure to show it in little and big ways. You learned early, what holding back affections would do to your mental state when the person you cared about died.

He was silent for a moment and you worried he had left you. But then you heard him move. He tugged at your arm and turned you towards him, his hand falling to rest on your waist. He'd tossed the cigarette aside and was now pushing your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry I made you worry, for scaring you and for forcing you to take action."

You expected him to demand you drop the matter entirely. Expected him to try and change the subject as he often did when you asked questions that lead to darker realizations. You even expected him to gloss over your minor confession. But not this.

You looked up at him, dazed and confused, "I wanted-"

He shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter that you wanted too. What matters is that I forced you to feel as if I wouldn't succeed and... I forced you to do something that breaks pieces of you."

"I don't want that for you. I want you to be safe and happy. Not mixed up in my bullshit work, eh." He was close, too close. He smelled of gunpowder, cigarettes and mint. An odd mix but somehow comforting. You told yourself it's because he was alive. He was here with you and not about to be buried in the ground.

"I can handle myself," you mumbled softly.

His traced over your features. Taking in your furrowed brows and pouted lips, "I see that, I know it to be true, but." He paused, his hand cupped your cheek, holding you so gently as if he was scared you'd break, "I'd rather you protect yourself than protect me."

A nice sentiment but unfounded because at the end of the day you were protecting yourself. "I was." You concluded with a small smile, "I was protecting my heart from heartache." Your hands nestled themselves onto his chest, pressing into him to fully feel him beneath his close. You could distantly feel his heartbeat.

"I...wouldn't be able to breath, to live, nor forgive myself if I didn't do something, anything to keep you alive." You inhaled sharply, "I care too much about you, Thomas" you laughed, embarrassed for admitting it, "Sometimes I hate you for making me feel this way."

Your heart stuttered, not out of fear or anxiety but anticipation. Up close you noticed that his eyes were much brighter and intense. You could practically trace his cheekbones with your fingers. His nose brushed against yours, your eyes fluttered shut and he was just mere centimeters away from touching your lips with his, "Do you?"

His lips whispered against yours. "Do I what? You whispered back.

"Hate me?"

You didn't. You were certain you could never hate him. Instead of answering you pushed forward and pressed your lips against his. Why answer verbally when you can just show him?

You pressed yourself into his body, enjoying the way your body fit into his with ease. Especially the way he pulled you in with a hand at your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck. Your fingers twisted itself into his suit jacket, and pulled him closer as if you could melt into him.

When you pulled away, your heart swelled with happiness. Kissing him was way better than daydreaming.

He hummed, "No more running blindly into danger."

"I wouldn't have to run blindly into danger if you told me what was going on and what you planned."

He tilted his head and then nodded. You made a fair point, "No running into danger then."

He wasn't going to let that go. You sighed, "Then don't be in danger."

"I can't do that."

"Then you'll be yelling at me often." You asserted softly.

He breathed in a soft smile and a chuckle racking his body, "Is this my life now?"

You raised a brow, and fought the giggle that wanted to escape.

"You nagging me about my business ventures and then following me into danger no matter how many times I tell you not too," you leaned into his hand that held your face, "Dragging me back home, yelling about how worried you'd been, saying your angry and scared and you'll cry for a bit. Then you'll go back to scolding me." He sighed, "The headaches I'll get because of you."

You scoffed, "Oh please, those headaches will have nothing on the heart attacks you'll give me"

You pulled away and grabbed his hand, "Let's go, you look a mess and need to eat."

And as he said, you dragged him back home. Where he belonged.

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Watched Chess Netherlands today because... well, I can 🙃 It was surprisingly not all horrible. Definitely flawed and problematic but it had some parts I really liked! Of course I had lots of thoughts again so here is me venting them. 99% sure no one else cares about Dutch Chess but what the hell, tumblr is for screaming into the void right? ✨️

Act I

- You can instantly tell this is a Dutch production because the championships take place in what looks like a school gym. I mean we do our rubiks cube tournaments there. Is fine for chess, no?

- Explaining chess to the audience bc that's what the show is really missing

- Many Svenska Vibes

- Anatoly with an i is the most Dutch Soviet Russian i've ever met. Just, no nonsense. 'go take care of my children woman.' Calling each other names is how we show affection <3

- I will say the boys (Anatoli's kids) playing chess during the opening is a nice touch

- Story of Chess also has very to the point lyrics. "chess requires reticence so u don't kill each other" see now this actually sets up the show real well :)

- Awkward humor no one laughs at ✅️

- Anatoli's kind of a downer

- Freddie's sort of charming but his relationship with Florence is gonna be garbage i can tell

- strike 1: ableism

- (honestly he just reminds me of every Dutch white guy on tv)

- strike 2: assault

- Florence is already so done with his shit good for her

- also "with me there, he is brilliant" tru tru

- Singing Nobody's Side while random people have a lil party behind her?

- oh it's an excuse for karaoke ONIB

-Are they really gonna do the whole song though do we really need that

-lol Freddie pushes karaoke guy off stage so he can finish the song. honey this is a little early in the show to be getting this drunk what are you doing she hasn't even left you yet

- Arbiter leads morning exercise... ok well why not

- No dancing during the chess game. It's cool we can just watch two guys play chess from a distance for a couple minutes. Fun times.

- Freddie sticks his gum under the table real subtle like he hasn't got multiple cameras pointed at him right now

- Actually on second thought i think the chess game might be better without the dancing. Characters are doing interesting things. The contrast between Anatoli sitting stiffly at the table while Freddie is prancing around fistfighting the cameras is Most Amusing :)

- Did he just try to make Anatoli's move for him omg 🤣

- Freddie @ arbiter "uh it might be time u keep things under control around here" and off he runs HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ngl i kinda love him here

- However Florence's defense of him just seems completely unreasonable considering toli literally just. sat there. the whole time.

- Anatolyi gets the 'i'm ridiculous' monologue like in Svenska

- 'Hey my people killed your people oops now let me sing a song in the language you probably don't remember and it's somehow romantic and not creepy or overstepping any boundaries at all :)'

- Running away from Molokov in a shittier version of Svenska. Meh. But again they are aware of the lack of embassies in and around Merano which I do appreciate bc i'm pedantic like that

- Freddie: hey what's she doing with that Russian

Freddie: hmmm idk

Freddie: they're definitely talking abt me tho 🤨

- Flo & toli have a healthy conversation about the fact that he just left his kids behind i support that!!

- However this timing/setting for Anthem sucks. He's just singing it to Florence. And it's literally about how he misses his family? Weak. This needs to be an epic declaration of love for his homeland to all the world not whining to your girlfriend. Ugh can't believe they fucking ruined Anthem!

- So far all of this strikes me as discount Svenska but without the investment in Flonatoly and the only thing it's really got going for it is a handful of good lines BUT we'll see about act 2...

Act II

- Why the fuck would you start your second act with Merchandisers?

- Nice audience interaction though, it doesn't completely not work

- But following it up with Heaven Help My Heart is hmmmmmm really not ideal pacing-wise.

- Freddie's woman verse is even more cringe in Dutch i can't accurately translate it but it's so..... yikes..... The word he uses instead of "woman" ("popje") literally means "little doll/puppet" (but with slightly different connotations). It's sometimes used as a term of endearment but in this scene it is very much derogatory and ew.

- "here I stand wondering / if I ever knew you / have I ever really known who you are?" I like this translation!

- Pity the Child pulls no punches (does it ever?) He's so pathetic, he's such an asshole, and as a teacher I weirdly feel this one (at one point he talks about how no one ever noticed him at school either and just... oof don't get me started). Also the desperate rapid-fire chess game he plays against himself in the musical break and during the final verse--that needs to be in more versions holy fuck go watch this bit it's GOOD!!

- The Deal but without a political angle. Fascinating.

- No

- no. no no no i hate this i hate this Freddie wouldn't sacrifice his game not even for Florence NO. CANCELED.

- Interestingly instead of honey/parner, Freddie uses the same word as in the woman verse when he's talking to Florence during The Deal but this time it's the endearment variant. That's a little bit problematic.

- Molokov's plan is still to bring Flo and Sveta together even though Anatoli is now supposed to win 🤷‍♂️

- Anatoli casually downs several shots of liquor (vodka?) during Soviet Machine. not sure this will help him win the game but at least he sleeps through Russian Guy screaming that final whoooooooo high note in his ear

- Florence tests Freddie's chair... demands they bring a different one... is she still working for him? idk. I'm guessing it's meant to be sweet but it just looks silly to me idk

- Fuck reverse I Know Him So Well honestly. "he wants me / no he wants me" boo fucking hoo. You two deserve each other.

- Oh! Oh! Talking Chess, yay! 😁

- Gosh this is actually really cute?!? Freddie literally just came to discuss this random chess gambit he came across and thought was interesting? Nothing even to do with their current game just 'hey found this thing i thought you might like and i like and can we be friends now i really like chess 😶'

- Unlike in Svenska and RAH, I actually don't know for sure who is going to win this game. They do a good job of making this really about chess in the end. I like it.

- Freddie reminding toli it's about chess even during their match now that is the freddie i came to see!

- He calmly sips his water as Sveta and Florence are physically removed from the premises

- It is Quite Unfortunate that this production hates women...

- Really they seem to only be here to get in the men's way. Ugh.

- I don't support any of the relationships except Freddie and Toli being pen pals and playing long distance chess for the rest of their lives.

- Ending feels a little OOC but still nice to see some healthy Freddie & Flo interaction for once 😌

tldr; not the worst production out there, worth watching if you've already seen Svenska and don't mind Freddie being the most likeable character. (okay likeable is not the right word he sucks but, you know. He reminds me of RAH Freddie but slightly more yike.) PTC and Talking Chess are highlights!

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH10

Eddie jokes, moving your shoulders into the perfect position he sees fit. “Alright b—Tooty, open your eyes.” 🥹😭🧡

‘Soul on fire and the barricade around his heart completely down, grass growing where they lay now, he is enamored by you. The smell of your hair, how tight you are squeezing him around the back of his neck. Your thighs clutching him. He’s a mess. Melting more than Frosty did on the warmest day of the year.’

He’s never been so hungry for affection in his entire life, and you were feeding him crumbs. Couldn’t you see he was on his knees begging, pleading for more?

‘What the hell would he want to do with you if there were so many other women, better looking, and definitely sexier— ready to be his flavor for the night? Being with Eddie was a joke and you were the punch line— why would a guy like him settle down with someone as vanilla as you?’ TOOTY! NO YOU’RE PERFECT.

He runs a hand through his hair and points back at the door to Benny’s, “I— I’ve never given a shit about any girl I’ve been with.” Okay Mr. Suave, chill.😂😂😂

Eddie had never been jealous of silverware before but he would give his left nut and his guitar away to be that lucky heated spoon for just one minute.

‘Eddie is gripping the counter tighter than an old woman gripping her life alert as she tumbles to the ground.’ LMAOOO NOT A LIFE ALERT LADY!!

Every line is memorized, the color is painted more beautifully than that asshole on tv painting sceneries of birds and rivers. NOT YOU COMING AT BOB😂😭

Placing the cinnamon rolls into the center of the warmed oven, you turn to find him behind you, silver Christmas ornament bulbs hanging from his nipple rings. “Think Walt would hire me to dance on stage for Christmas?” If Walt won’t the coven will.😂🤣

Eddie & Tooty & Wayne celebrating Christmas together? Our beloveds🥹

‘fingers clutching to the silky wrapped handles of the gift bag with Santa’s fat white ass climbing up into a chimney on the front.‘ 🤣🤣

The necklace is heavy, something weighing it down but you can’t be sure what it is, it’s not until you glance at his hands that you notice one of his rings is missing, the chunkiest of them all, the pig head is no longer on his middle finger, but around your neck instead. “There,” he announces in finality, his eyes dip to your lips, the necklace and back to your eyes, “aren’t you just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” <- screaming, rolling on the floor kicking my feet up in the air….. I’m fine. 🥲

Thrashing on his guitar, Eddie starts the tinny opening to Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, followed by Gareth beating into his drums. One of my all time favorite songs. 🖤

‘the bride is getting a piggyback ride from a balding man you recognize to be wait what? Wayne Munson, reliving his glory days and having the time of his life as her white veil is worn around his head, cigarette hung limply from his thin lips.’ OKAY WAYNE I SEE YOU 👏🏼

“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” 😍😍😍

*The twins show up* Me: “These bitches…”

“this next one is for the biggest brat, pain in my ass, absolutely the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever known, we haven’t played this song in years, but I know it’s her favorite.” BITCH!!! MAN UP AND ASK HER!

Floating higher to the galaxy he swore he would take you to, tank full of gas, dancing you around in his arms on Saturn’s rings, diving head first into Jupiter’s springs. <- ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!

GAH DAAAAAMN. I’m screamin’…. Knocked this chapter out of the park! So much fluff followed by a tiny bit of angst and just a smidge of spice 😮‍💨🔥…. When those bimbos showed up 😤 BUT ANYWAY, I’m so excited for next chapter! Our idiots deserve the absolute best! I can’t wait for Eddie to show her how a real man treats his woman. 😍 Obsessed with this story and you!!🧡

B I love you.

HIH 9

I was dying laughing writing Wayne giving the bride a piggyback ride 🤣

[karizard-ao3]

Ranma and Eren's conversations! 😂 Eren telling Ranma to just traumatize his dad back lol!

Do you think Ranma and Mikasa would bond over their other half always getting kidnapped? 🤣

I LOVE THE CROSSOVER SO MUCH!

Um, I love the idea of Ranma and Mikasa bonding over that lol. I imagine she’s got a pretty low opinion of him because she’s an Akane shooter and he’s got all those fiancees hanging around and keeps saying Akane, who is far less ripped than Mikasa, is built like a brick. So, she barely talks to Ranma, just gives him those cold-eyed stares she’s got down so well, and he’s a little scared of her because she’s not some over-the-top foe he can confront. She won’t even spar with him because she says it wouldn’t be enough of a challenge. Basically, they’re only friends by association. Until…

BEGIN SCENE!

“Akane!” Ranma screamed as the Martial Arts Used Car Salesman bounded away with her under one arm and Eren under the other.

“Ranma!” she called back.

“Goddamnit!” came Eren’s voice, floating back across the increasing distance.

“Don’t worry, Mikasa! I’ll get them back!” said Ranma, clenching his fist and turning to where Mikasa had been standing. The patch of grass was empty now. Damn it! Had she been swiped, too? Ranma was about to launch himself onto the roof to see if he could get a better view when he spotted her running back out of the house, her arms full of the weird jumping around gear she had arrived in.

“I can’t believe this is happening again!” she complained as she quickly started strapping into her harness.

Ranma faltered. This was the most she had ever said to him. “Does… Does Eren get kidnapped a lot?” he asked.

“Like every other month!” said Mikasa, testing her equipment.

“Same with Akane!” said Ranma.

Mikasa looked up at him, surprised.

“I really hate it,” Ranma continued. “I like to keep her where I can see her, where I know she’s safe. …Or, I would feel that way if I cared. Which I don’t!”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Just stay here. I’ll get them myself, then.”

“No!” said Ranma, reaching out to stop her as she prepared to leap away. She turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. Ranma blushed, tapping the tips of his index fingers together. “I mean… I want to get her–them–back, too.”

Mikas studied him for a moment. “We’ll get farther faster if we use my ODM gear,” she said. “Get on my back!”

“Right!” said Ranma.

“Nihao, Ranma! Why are you letting another woman piggyback you?” shouted Shampoo*, crashing through the wall that surrounded the dojo on her bike.

Mikasa pulled out one of her blades and pointed it at Shampoo. “We’re in the middle of something. Go home,” she ordered, bristling with battle aura. “Or suffer the consequences.”

Shampoo turned her bike around. “I’m going because I want to, not because you told me to,” she said, pedaling away as fast as she could. Ranma could understand how she felt. He kind of wanted to run away from Mikasa, too. Instead, he let her hoist him onto her back and shoot into the air with him.

“Why doesn’t Eren just turn into a Titan?” he asked.

“Akane would get caught in the blast,” said Mikasa. “He could do it if she could wiggle free.”

“She’s really feisty,” said Ranma. “I’ll bet she’s trying right now.”

Mikasa glanced over her shoulder at him. “So she really gets kidnapped a lot, huh?”

“All the time!” he said. “Eren, too?”

“Yup.”

“You must have a lot of enemies,” said Ranma. “Either that or a lot of suitors. Or he does. How often is his kidnapping marriage related?”

“Almost never,” said Mikasa.

“Mmm,” said Ranma. “Must be nice.”

END SCENE

And then they are cool with each other! 😂

*I'm sorry, I refuse to be a party to that awful broken English they give her– Apparently in the original Japanese, she doesn’t speak badly, she just speaks a very old-fashioned, formal version of the language! I can’t confirm, but that’s what I’ve heard. I would much rather Shampoo be running around saying thee and thou, personally, so I’m disappointed that’s not what we got in English.

[deaneverafter]

Duck Hunting

Sooo, we finally got some backstory on Beau and the case in Texas. A case went wrong, and as I suspected, Beau lost his partner, and blamed himself, even though we know from that scene in the very first episode, that it wasn't his fault. He cares so much, and takes on the weight of the world, I just love him so much. Also, someone *cough Jenny cough* give him a big hug, he deserves it 🥺❤

Beau's laugh, even when it's fake, gives me butterflies 💘😌🥺🙊

I'll take my Beau/Jenny crumbs where I can get them. Jenny getting emotional and overwhelmed and angry about Donno and Tonya, and immediately running to Beau, out of breath, supposedly to fill him in, but actually because he's her safe place 🥺💕 That made me feel Emotions™️. Beau talking about Avery with Jenny and saying "That son of a bitch charmed you, didn't he?" 👀Careful, Sheriff, that sounds a little (a lottle) like jealousy 😏💕

Jenny watching Beau with his psycho ex like that, that hurted, chief, but it also showed that she's in deep 🥺🤗 Let her be happy, @ universe, she deserves this, and he deserves someone who actually loves and respects him, let Beau and Jenny be together! 💕 Seriously, they already had her be left behind for a different woman, twice, had men pick other women over her, twice. And then they had her mother pick money over her and betray her. I can't take her getting hurt again. And Beau's already been through the wringer, he deserves someone who appreciates him and respects and loves him. He deserves to be happy, and to feel like he matters to someone. And we know someone like that. Her name is Jenny Hoyt. Which, I also appreciated how genuinely Jenny called him a good man. You can truly see the respect and care and love she has for him ☺️

The Jenny and Donno interrogation scene (and the house "Are we friends? No." and the jail "mental kazushi." "Please put your shirt back on." scenes from episode 2), the vibes are so funny, I feel like they have enemies to frenemies potential 🤣✨

My goodness, Donno is so in love with Tonya, and no, I will not be taking any arguments at this time 🥺 Seriously, endgame when? He named a sandwich after her, for goodness sake. And only with the good vegetables!

Okay, but Cassie went to Cormac after the day she had (i.e., all of last episode) and that's so soft 🤗

Cormac is so close to finding out about Walter, I'm just curious to see when he does, is he going to actually tell Cassie, or...... are we looking at a possible Bros Killing Team....??

Every time Beau's crazy ex opens her mouth, which always, always leads to her being mean and condescending, and frankly, cruel towards Beau, all I can think is that meme, like, do not speak to me or my husband ever again 😡🗡

Her little "We're so glad you're here.", she doesn't get to say that after she broke his heart, but also, is she, is she really? Because Carla says this, and keeps talking about how she's going to call him, but then Beau shows up, to do his job, and all she does is be super condescending and rude 😡🙄 "That's enough questions." Are you the sheriff, Carla? No? Then, you don't know if it's been enough questions, go away.

Speaking of breaking hearts..... so Carla left Beau because he was grieving, or he had a hard time with her defending the criminals he puts away. Not a good look for her, and he's 100% not at fault. And just to make sure I've got it right. Beau and Carla got together, despite him being a cop and her being a defense attorney. The implication being she must have great qualities for a skilled cop like Beau to overlook that conflict (though we've yet to see these amazing qualities). It was uncomfortable, but Beau was dealing with it. Until he lost his partner, was grieving and feeling guilty, and the fact that his wife undoes his life's work (quite possibly even defended the people who killed his partner) finally got to him, and he was (rightfully) upset. And instead of being there for him, trying to help him, Carla...... got involved with rich tech dude. She then left Beau, married Avery (whose criminal activity she pointedly overlooks), moved with Emily, forcing Beau to uproot his life and leave everything behind. And then, instead of his sacrifice and dedication to Emily being acknowledged and Emily actually visiting Beau and spending time with him, we've been told that he sat alone in a cabin for six months, waiting, while his daughter buddied up with Avery. Carla then proceeds to insult and demean Beau for no reason, while trying to manipulate him into staying in that mindset, to prevent him moving on and having his own life, while she goes on to live her own happy life. She also continues to demean him in front of his coworkers and new friends. The way Carla made "he's a good man" sound like a bad thing, the way she said it so condescendingly and in a way that made it sound like she believes the opposite...... toxic 😒 Compare it to Jenny saying he's a good man. She ACTUALLY believes it and shows it. Also, her being condescending towards Beau and being mean to Jenny? That's all the strikes in my books. So anyway, she did this, she betrayed him, and she continues to be a toxic presence in his life, and somehow...... Beau is the bad guy here? Miss me with it 😒 (Seriously, some of you guys need to brush up on those critical thinking (or just, thinking honestly) skills. Like, some "Jensen fans" who think they look so cool and Intellectual™️ by insulting him and his characters, sitting there finding imaginary flaws to "critique" (hate on and vilify) his characters, it's so unhinged.? You hate him and his characters so much, why insist on following him to every project? 🙄) I'm glad she left though, he deserves someone who'd actually love him and stand by him 🤷🏻‍♀️

I will say this, Carla and Avery really are perfect for each other, I wish them a very long, happy marriage together, might that be behind bars or not, is inconsequential. They're both equally shady and passive aggressive. And like, I'm supposed to believe Carla didn't know about Avery's predicament? Nah, she's supposed to be a hotshot criminal attorney, with connections. If Carla's such a good lawyer, how did she not know about her husband being investigated? 🧐 Or.... is it that she just didn't care to know, as long as the dough was rolling in, and now that she's being forced to acknowledge it, she's making a big show of being upset? Methinks that was just a ploy to save her own skin by staging a public fallout like that 🤨

Another thing, why hasn't anyone had a good talking to with Emily, about maybe not wandering the woods and snooping and following people after they tell her there's danger? With the way Carla acts, Beau clearly can't say anything to Emily, but uh, someone ought to. And instead, everyone's acting like Emily is the victim. Is Emily dead? No? Then, she's not the victim. Mary died, she's the victim. It would be one thing if Emily had been forced to see a dead body, experience something traumatic. But..... she literally went looking for it. How am I supposed to feel bad for her? And, frankly, very baffled by those odd comments about "she's just like her dad." No, actually. Beau is actually nice to people and cares about his family and friends, cares about people other than himself, and is a trained professional, the sheriff, not a teenager sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong. Frankly, Emily acts a lot more like Avery, and not at all like Beau, I don't know what people are seeing (or want to see, maybe, is the more correct phrase).

Paige and Walter, I can't tell anymore who's manipulating who, if they've actually fallen for each other, what is happening. But it's juicy, I like it.

I am also back on my "one day, Sunny is going to end Buck's life" theory........ 🔪 I can feel it, it's coming. After he killed Mary for her, for a minute, I thought maybe he was safe. But he just got her firstborn arrested, she's not going to forgive him for that, so I fully expect some unhinged things coming. And I like it 😈

Yes, Walter killed Mark, and Luke, but I still think the Bleeding Heart murderer is someone else (and I do have my suspicions, but I guess we'll find out) 🕵🏻‍♀️🔍

[beejnbabes]

I just woke up from a dream where I was one of my horror film OCs and I’m so happy even though it was a sad dream because it was fun to have!!! I was so emotionally vested in the story that I was kind of unhappy to wake up. 🤣😂 Apologies for not finishing my Texas Chainsaw fanfic but now I need to try writing at least a few scenes from my dream and maybe a few bonus scenes that could have happened but didn’t (and at least one might be rated R).

The dream was done through the eyes of my IT OC, Blinky the Clown. There’s a part of her story that took place before the dream, so I’ll explain that first. Blinky used to be a human woman. She worked her main job at a local diner in Derry and had a part time job as a children’s party clown. At her main job, she was a waitress and she was in an abusive relationship with one of the cooks. Not usually physically abusive but mentally. He’d had her give up most of her dreams in order to help him get his. If he was stressed, it got taken out on her. She got yelled at over the smallest things and if he did get physical, well, she figured that at least her clown outfit would hide the bruises during her part time job and she’d only have to worry about covering them for her regular job. Her human name was Victoria Rose (her last name keeps changing because I can’t find one that sticks) and she thought she could eventually help her boyfriend overcome his issues. He told her things like “I’m sorry. I just get nervous with new relationships. Give it time and I’ll stop.” and “Someday, when I’m cooking with the big leagues, I’ll get you anything you want or need”. So she stayed and even took on the role of Blinky the Clown to try to help get the money.

It was during a child’s birthday party that everything started going even further downhill for her. You see, she’d taken the job not just because of her boyfriend but because she also really enjoyed seeing kids happy. Her dream before meeting her boyfriend had been a simple one. She had just wanted a large, loving family. But that couldn’t happen yet with her boyfriend’s bigger dream so she decided she’d work with kids for her part time job instead for now. So Victoria was always very vigilant at these times, trying to make sure everyone was safe and happy and it had earned her a good reputation among the parents who hired her. Anyway, at one party, she’d noticed one of the kids had gone missing when every seat was taken for cake time except one. She was looking around nervously until she spotted the child across the street, peering into the sewer. She was sure she could see a pair of eyes glowing in there so she jumped the backyard fence and went running to get the child away from whatever it was. She got there just as the child began to reach in and slipped while pulling the child away, causing her to land with her arms within reach of whatever it was and instead of the child getting bit, she got bit. Whatever it was, it let go as soon as it realized she wasn’t the child and disappeared. But not before making a threat. She heard a voice telling her that it wouldn’t be so nice the next time she tried to interfere with its hunt. But she chocked it up to some of the noises you hear when wind whistles past your ears and rushed to the nearest clinic to get the wound cleaned and stitched up. It wasn’t until the pain began to die down that she realized she’d forgotten to take off her clown outfit. She was able to get the clothing off but when she tried to wash off the makeup and take off the blinking nose, she found the nose actually hurt to pull on as if it was her own and the makeup refused to wash off, as if it was her skin. Terrified of what her boyfriend might think, she started ignoring his calls and called in to work saying she came down with something and that she’d need a few days off to recover.

As the hours passed, Victoria underwent chills, then a fever, then pain throughout her stomach and lower half like she was changing somehow, then an inability to keep any normal food down- only raw meat seemed to stay. After the first night, she began to feel like her house wasn’t dark enough or cozy enough and being underground started to surface as being a better idea in her mind… and it was easy not to fight the idea because she felt like the community wouldn’t be able to accept her the way she looked now. But feeling unacceptable was difficult to cope with anyway. Her anger got the better of her for a little while, causing her to throw things, break things, scream, cry… and by the time she calmed down and looked around her, she saw what she’d done to her house and it shocked her. If she could get that upset, who knew what she might do? Suddenly, she started to question the risks of continuing her part time job as well. She began to feel she shouldn’t be trusted around human children any longer, then wondered for a moment why the precise phrase “HUMAN children” had run through her mind. Then she realized, she somehow didn’t have fear of harming young of any other kind, which felt odd. It made her reason that she shouldn’t continue to stay where she was and she decided to take some water and some raw meat and enter the sewer system. She wondered why she wouldn’t just instead dig a hole or find a cave and really felt unsure of just why she chose the sewer, especially when dangerous things lurked in there.

On the third day, she completely broke. After a huge fit of screaming and sobbing, she went quiet and slumped against a pipe wall. When she woke up some time later, she just felt numb and empty. She stared at the opposite wall with nothing crossing her mind for hours. Then, she fell asleep and woke up feeling one of her legs throbbing. She saw a pool of blood but couldn’t find the wound. However, she noticed some scarring on the lower calf of one leg (she’d rolled up her clown pants before entering the sewer) that looked like a bite mark… when she looked around to try to see what had done this, she saw a few splatters of what resembled blood on the opposite wall that smeared off in one direction, as if whatever had done this had somehow gotten hurt too, went into shock and tried to take off. If she was going to make it down here, she knew she had to follow that… and she now noticed the smell of it filled her nostrils. Good. All the better to follow it and confront whatever it was that had bitten her. Maybe it would also be the thing that had tried to attack the child at the party. If she did away with it, at least she’d still be helping to keep kids like that safer in some way. So she got up and began to follow it. She followed the scent all the way to what looked like a huge nest of some sort. Then a voice said in her ear, “I see you and this time, I’m not letting you go”, making her whip her head around in search of whatever it was because this time, there was no way it could be the wind. In fact, even though she searched, the voice almost sounded like it came from inside her mind… and then another weird feeling washed over her. A feeling like nowhere was more “safe” than this room. She knew that couldn’t be right but she couldn’t fight the feeling. As she stood there, taking the whole jumbled mess before her in, an arm slid around her waist from behind and fingers slipped around her throat. For the first second, she thought of her boyfriend and felt a mix of emotions. One was fear of the anger of whoever had grabbed her, another was a sense that no matter how ugly things might escalate that she would survive, then finally, rage. She tore at the fingers and the arm and when that proved ineffective, when the arm only held her tighter and the fingers only began to dig into her, tears streaked down her face and she tried to scream. “Scream all you want. I have control of all of Derry. No one will hear you.” said the voice, this time coming from a source near her ear. Then she was released and when she turned around, rubbing her neck and breathing in gasps, she saw… another clown? This was confusing… and terrifying to a degree. The first thing that stuck out to her was that those eyes were the same eyes she’d seen the day she’d saved that child. They glared at her and glowed yellow like a cat’s eyes in the semi darkness. Whatever this other clown was, he wasn’t human. Then, she noticed the blood around his mouth. The smell of it was familiar… her blood! Immediately, she searched from a distance for damage on him and noticed some blood staining his outfit on the lower calf of the leg on the same side as her was!!! Somehow, what he’d done to her had happened to him as well at the same time. “You don’t scare me… I was just surprised someone else was down here.” she lied, glaring back. She hoped it would put her on a more even ground. Whatever this thing was in front of her began to smile, revealing rows of jagged teeth like a shark. “That doesn’t matter. You and I? We’re the same now. One. The same creature. Whatever happens to you happens to me but you’ve probably realized that by now. You can no longer die. At least, not in any of the normal ways… but the children of Derry still can.” it giggled hollowly.

“What… What are you- I mean… What are ‘we’?”

“We are something from beyond time and space. Something far out of the reach of human consciousness, which you seem to cling to the dead carcass of, so I’m unable to explain it better to you at the moment.”

“You mean… I’m not human anymore? That can’t be right!”

“Oh, but it is. I guess that since you were human that you’ll keep acting like it in some ways since it’s all you’ve ever known… but you’ll come around… or there will be even more death… Blinky.”

Something in her told her this wasn’t her human name… but now she found she couldn’t remember what her human name had been. “Like I said… You… You…” she began to say something and had gotten stuck. The clown in front of her began to look mildly annoyed. She took a breath and said, “I don’t know why I’m here. I mean this place, this life… I’m starting not to know who I am anymore and I don’t know you at all.”. Then, he grinned again. “I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown. Now you know who I am. Now we aren’t strangers anymore.” he replied, a sly look in his eyes.

Since then, Blinky has tried to defy him several times but each time, it only resulted in more kids dying. This kind of imprisonment without walls eventually forced her to stop interfering and a growing hunger for sustenance eventually broke her down into eating whatever Pennywise brought but she never resorted to doing the hunting herself in an effort to at least keep herself from killing kids. Pennywise does everything he can to prevent her from straying too far or finding out exactly how they both can die, sometimes even using fear tactics at the start and then eventually doing something he didn’t want to do- allowing his own inner self interest to override her, which went exactly like he thought it would. Because they were feelings for himself/itself, in Blinky, they manifested as being in love with Pennywise. Pennywise isn’t sure he feels anything toward her but keeps feeding her feelings in order to keep her on a shorter leash. This always makes her think he has interest in her when in fact, he’s just using it to keep her from doing anything against him and he is also using it so that he can use her for anything he wants.

This is the song I’m listening to while writing this:

So… there’s Blinky’s back story. I’ll be writing those scenes I mentioned in subsequent posts.