#she literally was like OH SO SWEET DO YOU WANT MONDAY OFF TOO

[k-atsukibakugou]

my boss is a little vindictive sometimes when it comes to taking time off so i dropped the casual “oh my brothers being adopted this weekend so i HAVE to go 🥰” on her

[starseneyes]

Heart-Warmed and Teary-Eyed: Kindness Matters

I have a P.O. Box that I check once a week. Right now, I mostly use it for letter correspondence with my friend @always-coffee—a tremendous published poet and beautiful human I met by chance online.

Monday she said she mailed her latest letter. So, I stopped by the Post Office on the way home from dropping the kids at school on the off-chance it made it through USPS faster than normal.

I found no letter inside, but a flyer from the Post Office saying they were holding something for me that wouldn't fit in the box. I wondered if Ali had sent a letter that was too tall (because she has such amazing stationary). I had no idea what was about to happen.

I glimpsed the package as they pulled it from a cabinet and wondered what on earth Ali sent me. That was not a letter.

Then I saw The Golden Notebook Bookstore label and knew it was something @neil-gaiman related.

For those who don't know (normal people who don't follow Neil on social media, for example), that is the local bookstore near Neil's home in New York. He periodically signs books for them that are sold with zero markup.

I am a fan of Neil as a writer, but also as a human. I don't follow many celebrities—a side effect of my set-kid youth—but I did follow Neil last year during the WGA Strike. Been a fan of his for ages, and Neverwhere is my favorite book.

Ali knows all this, and I just knew she had done something sneakily sweet.

I rushed home with a smile on my face, trying desperately not to set off the speed-trap on the road back. Let me tell you, driving speed limit when excited is not easy for me!

When I finally whipped into my driveway and sprinted into my house, I carefully opened the package (more excruciating slowness) and tried not to cry happy tears when I saw what was inside. Wrapped tenderly in bubble-wrap rested... a book.

What You Need to be Warm is a poem Neil wrote that features illustrations from some of the best artists in the industry. That in itself is wonderful. But the mission of this little book is what is so amazing.

See, the sale of every copy supports UNHCR—the UN Refugee Agency. This book literally helps people when you buy it.

I have wanted to buy a copy for ages, but you all know I thrift and buy books secondhand. I didn't want to do that with this book.

I wanted to buy it outright to ensure the maximum amount of money went to support the cause. So, I have been waiting until we were a little more stable so I could buy it full-price, outright.

Thanks to Ali, I have a copy that was purchased outright (so it helps people in need) and it is signed!

Yes, it's a signed copy with pen bleed on the opposite page, and all.

I would never do something like this for myself. You all know I am woefully practical and doing things for myself isn't second-nature. I’m working on it, but it is slow coming reprogramming a lifetime of behavior. So gifts like this... oh, they mean everything.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude that such a kind soul would do something like this for me. Thank you, Ali.

[kittykattysstuff]

When mom's away, it's time to play!

Warning: Stepcest.

Stepdad!Toji x fem!Reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Your mother won't be home during the weekend due to a business trip. With her gone and the entire house to yourselves, you and your stepdad Toji get to know each other in more intimate ways.

"Bye, dear. I'll be back Monday morning." Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek as she left the house.

"Keep Toji some company, will you? This can be a great opportunity for you two to have some father-daughter bonding time."

She smiled, giving Toji a peck before she climbed into the driver's seat of her car. You gulped. Sometimes you wondered if your mother was either too oblivious to notice the furtive glances Toji threw your way whenever you were in the same room, or if she actually noticed them, and simply didn't care, confusing his inappropriate behavior for affection.

Well, it didn't matter what your mom thought. Her opinions wouldn't change the fact that you would be spending the whole weekend alone with Toji.

"Don't worry, love. I'm sure Y/N and I will have a lot of fun together."

You pretended not to notice the sexual innuendo behind your stepdad's words. God, this was going to be a long weekend. You and Toji waved as your mom started the car and drove away.

"Finally home alone. "Toji smirked, following you inside the house. You didn't need to turn to know he was shamelessly checking your ass. "Any plans for the weekend?"

He asked before you walked up the stairs to your room.

"Not really." You shrugged. You were more than ready to get this talk done and over with, but it seemed like Toji wouldn't let you off so easily.

"I intend to study for my upcoming exams."

That was a lie and Toji knew it. He knew you had already finished all your exams and didn't have any more classes until the next semester, since your mother had told him before you arrived from college at the beginning of the week.

"That's lame. Even Megumi's going to his friends' house. You should live a little, doll. How about we follow your mom's suggestion and have some father-daughter bonding?"

Toji's smile was so sweet, you could almost mistake him for an angel if you didn't know him. However, you did know him, and you knew that behind that sweet smile, were actually the most evil intentions. You felt yourself getting hot. You didn't want to admit it, but ever since you met Toji Fushiguro, you felt attracted to the man. His broad shoulders, thick thighs, and captivating emerald eyes made him look like a Greek god.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

Against your better judgment, you indulged in his ideas.

"We could binge watch some of those rom-com movies that you like so much."

"You? Watching "girly" movies?" You asked, quoting the way he always complained about the films you and your mom liked to watch.

"Anything for you, doll."

Oh, you were definitely screwed. It took all your willpower not to jump him right then and there. Instead, you found yourself agreeing to his offer.

"Sure, why not."

Two hours later, the credits of "10 things I hate about you" appeared on the TV screen.

"This one wasn't so bad."

Your stepdad commented, stretching his huge arms, which were conveniently bare, given he was wearing a tight black tank top. You watched him put an arm on the back of the couch, getting dangerously close to you as he adjusted in a more comfortable position.

You were starting to seriously regret your choices today. You'd been doing a decent enough of a job trying to avoid Toji ever since he and your mom got married, almost one year ago. Because as soon as he stepped into your home in all his glory when they were still dating, two years ago, you knew you were in trouble.

The man was literally sex on legs, all your teenage dreams personified right in front of you, and the worst part is, he knew the effect he had on you. He knew it and he purposely took every chance he had to get closer to you; from accidental touches that started to linger more each time you both were in the same vicinity, to the hungry looks he sent you, not even trying to hide them.

You thought that once Toji and your mom got married, things would stop. But it was quite the opposite. Taking advantage of the fact you wouldn't be able to actively avoid him, since Toji and Megumi moved in with you and your mom after the wedding, Toji was everywhere. And he was driving you insane.

Your only solace was college. Your college was considerably far from your home, so as soon as you were accepted, you opted to live on campus rather than commute back home. The reprieve was great, especially because now you could be alone with your thoughts, without your step dad's presence everywhere you turned. If you didn't see nor think about Toji, then you were safe from the ever growing attraction between you.

However, now that the semester had finished and you wouldn't have classes for three weeks, your feelings were more and more difficult to ignore. Especially now that it was only the two of you in the house.

"What's next?"

Your step dad asked, though he didn't really seem interested in the answer whatsoever.

"Legally Blonde." You replied, selecting the next movie.

For the most part, things were going well. You were so concentrated on the film that you almost forgot about Toji's presence. That is, until his hand started to softly caress your shoulder. You held your breath as your step dad started rubbing circles on your skin delicately.

In hindsight, you know you should've stopped him instantly. But you were tired, Toji's touch was warm and honestly, you were craving some affection lately. So yeah, you let him touch you. After all, parents and their children touched all the time, that was normal, you rationalized. Except, there was nothing innocent in the way your step dad was getting closer to you.

His hand was now on your hips, massaging them expertly. You could feel his thigh pressed to yours. Before you noticed, a low moan fell from your lips. From your peripheral, you could see your step dad smirking.

"You're so far from me. Come closer, angel, I won't bite."

He didn't expect an answer from you, already pushing you to sit on his lap.

"This okay?"

Toji asked, his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. You moaned again.

"Yes." You managed to say in a whisper.

"Y'know, this movie's getting boring, dontcha think?"

Toji said before sucking on your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Toji, we shouldn't..."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to touch you, doll."

Before you could protest, Toji captured your lips, giving you a bruising, passionate kiss. You opened your mouth, and he wasted no time to shove his tongue down your throat. He nibbled your lower lip with deliberate boldness, hearing a soft moan of pleasure in response, making his arousal sensually painful. As you kissed, Toji wanted to drink in your moans in sweet tremors of sinful pleasure.

Toji and you separated briefly, his sharp gaze locked on yours as you both struggled to regain you breath. Before things could get even more physical, he pressed his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply. You caressed his soft dak locks, reveling in the texture against your fingers. For a man as big as he was, Toji could be surprisingly endearing when he wanted to.

"Do you want this?" He finally asked, moving so that you'd be able to see each other in the dark room illuminated only by the dim light of the TV.

"If you say yes, I won't be able to hold back."

You knew that if you went further than this, there was no going back. You nodded, smiling. You had made your decision. You had wanted him for so long, you wouldn't miss the chance of having him all to yourself.

"I do, Toji. Fuck me."

"Damn. You're gonna drive me crazy."

Toji didn't waste time, ripping off your white buttoned shirt and your tight shorts to reveal your underwear.

"So perfect." He muttered as he unclasped your bra, immediately latching his mouth on your nipple, while he played with the other.

"All for me."

He said reverently, before sucking hardly, which elicited a gasp from you due to all the pleasure he was giving you. You kept your hands on his hair, in a tight grip. Toji's mouth and his finger kneading your tits felt magical.

"Yes, daddy, l'm all yours."

You didn't even notice what you had said until Toji stilled his movements, looking at you like a hawk. Instantly, you felt self-conscious, a blush on your cheeks as you mistook his sudden halt in his movements for rejection.

"Fuck."

Toji mumbled, licking his lips and watching you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Say that again."

Your shyness gave way to pure pleasure, the carnal desire consuming the two of you.

"Daddy."

You repeated, feeling his arousal as his dick twitched. Your step dad looked an animal, his expression was so filthy you almost came on the spot. He changed positions, laying you down on the couch, his firm, muscular chest pressing against your body.

You took his black tank top off, and kissed every inch of skin you could find. His shoulder blades, his abdomen, his chest, everywhere. Toji moaned, fueling you to continue.

"I know you're eager to play, baby, but I can't wait."

Toji took your hands off his body as gently as he could. Understanding what he meant, you moved your hands to his pants, ubuttoning his leather belt. Toji wriggled out of the fabric of clothing, throwing it away haphazardly. You could see the white patch of precum in his black boxers.

"I've dreamed about fucking your tight little pussy for so long, you've no idea."

Toji kept muttering as he got rid of the rest of yours and his underwear, the last remaining clothing between you two.

"Whenever I fuck your mom, I imagine you. I have to keep myself from moaning your name".

"Daddy, please, I need you."

"You want daddy's cock, little girl? Don't worry, daddy's gonna make you feel so good you won't want any other dick anymore."

"Yes, daddy, please, I need you so badly! Fuck, me daddy!"

Your stepdad kissed you again as he entered you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Toji sucked your mouth, bit your lips, swallowed your taste as if it were the last kiss he would give in his life. The kiss made you forget the slight discomfort you felt when he first penetrated you.

Toji buried himself to the hilt inside you, making you moan loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so that he could reach even deeper.

"So tight. Perfect little pussy, was made for me."

"Only yours, daddy."

The position allowed him to explore all the curves of your body as he moved frenetically inside you. God, he was amazing. You couldn't fathom why you tried to resist your stepdad in the first place. Now that you had a taste, you would certainly become addicted.

You pressed your hands on his taut abdomen, feeling his strong chest, buffy arms and prominent collarbone. Holy shit, his body was a masterpiece. You moved in sync, lost in the pleasure of the skin to skin contact. Toji started rubbing his fingers over your clit, sending you over the edge.

"D-daddy, I'm close."

You mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Cum, baby. Let it all out for daddy."

You felt all the tension explode from your nerves, relaxing all your muscles at once and clouding your mind in the most genuine relieved ecstasy.

"Will you let daddy cum inside you baby?"

"Yes daddy, please! Cum inside me, need you!"

"Fuck!"

Your words made Toji cum inside you in full force, your insides creaming his cock deliciously. Toji pulled you to his side, letting you lay on top of him.

"That was amazing."

You smiled, turning your head and resting your chin on his chest. He smiled back at you, stroking your cheeks lovingly. You leaned on his touch, letting yourself enjoy this rare soft side of his, knowing that this could very well be the first and last time you two were so intimate.

"Well, I'm glad. Now stand up."

He urged you, leaning forward on his elbows and creating some distance between you. You tried to hide your disappointment with a fake smile. That was the problem. You held back so much because you knew that when you caved, you wouldn't wanna let him go. Swallowing, you reminded yourself that it was only natural. After all, he wasn't yours to begin with. He was your mother's. Putting on a brave face, you finally stood up, gathering your clothes and attempting to cover your body the best you could. Before you could stray too far, however, you felt a tug in your hand.

"What is it, Toji?"

You asked, feeling irritated. He told you to go, but still kept bothering you. Classic Toji.

"Hey, I thought it was daddy. And where do you think you're going? I was gonna ask you to take a bath. It's only the beginning of the weekend, darling, we still have lots of time for father-daughter bonding moments. And I intend to enjoy it as much as I can."

[ddejavvu]

Hi! How are you my love? Happy mondayy! Could I request roommate!James Potter where he is usually touchy with the reader and open about his love for her but she always runs in fear of it ruining their friendship? But one evening reader is very soft and touch starved and in need of some love so she goes to him and James is shocked but also melts.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

hi lovey happy monday to you too!! <3

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Your heart shouldn't be pounding in your chest while you walk up to James's open door. He leaves it that way so that you can come and go as you please; he's literally offering you constant access to him. But your nerves are getting the best of you as you shuffle into the doorway, calling his name in a soft, meek voice when he doesn't notice you behind the screen of his phone.

His big brown eyes are wide with curiosity as he glances questioningly at you, "Hm? What's'a matter, love?"

"Can I please have a hug?"

There they were. The six words you'd repeated over and over and over again in your head, trying to drum up the courage to actually say them to James's face. The boy lends affection like band-aids, always eager to patch someone's bad day up with what's in plentiful reserve. but for some reason asking for it now is daunting, especially after the exhausting week you've had.

He blinks in rapid succession at your unusual offer, but he nods where he's laying atop his covers.

"'Course you can have a hug, darling." He drops his phone to his chest, arms outstretched, "C'mere, come get cozy with me."

You're extra mortified about being asked to crawl into bed with the man. He's not going to creep on you, you know that for sure, but it's scary to climb into someone's bed.

"James, I-" You don't want to inconvenience him by asking him to stand, either. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, troubled eyes laid over him where he's waiting for your embrace.

"Come on," He soothes, opening and closing his hands in rapid succession to lure you in, "Come here, come get a hug."

You take the four steps necessary to stand by his bed, letting him do the rest of the work by taking your hand and pulling you onto the mattress. His arms are around you before you've even gotten adjusted, and you find your face tantalizingly close to his own when you finally settle onto the pillow.

He cages you into his chest, and even though it's exactly what you'd asked for, it's electrifying.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asks, his hand flitting up to trace your jaw with his thumb as he holds it in place so that you can't avoid his eyes.

"I've had a bad week." You lament, "Just- a tiring one, that's all. I'm tired and I don't want to go to work tomorrow."

His pretty brown eyes ooze with sweetness, same as his voice when he croons, "M'sorry, love. I wish you didn't have to go in either. Can you call out sick?"

"They need me to open," You shake your head, relishing the feeling of his arms wound snugly around you while you lay in his embrace, "I just have to get through it."

"Sorry," He repeats, mushing a kiss to your forehead that you think might make you explode into a cloud of ashes on the spot, "Opening shifts suck. Do you open for the rest of the week?"

"No, just tomorrow. I'm off day after next."

"That's good." He hums, and his discerning eyes study you, "You know you don't have to ask for a hug, right? M'always happy to give you one. Jus' go for it, okay?"

"I can't just crawl into your bed whenever I please," You groan, wishing more than ever that you could bury your face into his chest to evade his intense gaze.

"Of course you can," He laughs, and his chest shakes with the sound, jostling you slightly, "That's why I got a big enough mattress for the both of us, sweetheart. Always hoped you'd come for a cuddle."

"James," You warn, cheeks ablaze where he can surely feel the heat against his fingers, "You can't say things like that to me."

"Oh, hush," He scoffs, and this time his plump lips press to the space between your eyes, pushed over the bridge of your nose in an awkward spot. "Just snuggle in, love. You can sleep here tonight, m'kay? I'll set my alarms for you, and rub your back 'till you fall asleep. That way you'll be rested for tomorrow, and then we can spend the day after back in here."

"I'm not spending an entire day in your bed," You lie through your teeth, your tone pointlessly strict.

James knows you're lying, and he hides his grin by letting you mash your face against his chest, already beginning to lay gentle strokes over your back with the tips of his fingers, "Okay, darling. Whatever you say."

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hey babe! Now that I can jump into people's bodies, Im looking for someone you can play around with tn💙 How do u feel about this handsome guy? I found him at the mall

I feel so strong and dominant walking around in this cop! 👮 if you want I can drive his patrol car to your office and give you a police escort home? Or I could just wait 🙄 Id love using this officer's body to scare some sense into those annoying neighbors of ours...

Wow, babe!

You sure know how to turn my day around! My jerk-of-a-boss is making me stay late again! I'd love to rip the uniform off that cop as soon as I get home, but I might be here awhile.

Hmm...

Maybe this lil army boy will change your mind! I pulled him over while wearing that cop, and I literally drooled when I saw him 😜🫡 I ordered him to step out of the vehicle so I could pat him down, and he had to do it! Anyways, I left the cop somewhere on the highway. What do ya think of this new body? I definitely like wearing him...

Wow, babe, just wow! That is one stud of a soldier. I'd love to thank him for his service, but that doesn't change the fact that I've got to finish these files by Monday. Sorry.

Youre gonna work yourself to death babe! But fine 😭 I'll just have to entertain myself tonight. Wonder what that annoying neighbor of ours is up to...

Omg, babe! I just jumped into our neighbor, and he's at work🤯👷

Check out the massive gut on this man! He's such a pig! That wife of his must be a great cook when shes not nagging us about HOA violations! Should I call her as her hubbie and start some drama lol...

Definitely, do not do that!

He may be annoying, but you don't need to end his marriage, babe.

Fine, but can I at least embarrass him in front of his coworkers? This guy could use a real humility check

Do whatever you want with him, babe. I think he could be brought down a peg. Take your time, too! I've got a few more hours left at the office unfortunately.

Ugh! Lemme see if I can change that...

There 😤

I just found that boss of yours and jumped in his body! Now I order you to come up to his office and air all your frustrations with me...

Woah! I'm running!

While I'm up there we're filing some paperwork to give me a raise and more vacation days!

Oh he'll give you everything you want with a sweet little BJ to show his appreciation 🤑👅 just hurry. Your boss is on his knees waiting...

[skbeaumont]

Texas Heat | Joel x Reader Series

Chapter 5 – Intensity

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Chapter Summary: Tuesday comes round, and it's all you can do to hold on tight and ride it out. Rating: Explicit Tags/warnings: flirting, sexual tension, smut, age difference (reader is 25, Joel is 37), AU!No outbreak, oral (m & f receiving), PIV. Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter has been such a long time coming. Hopefully all the smut will make up for it?? Because this is literally 3.5k of pure filth.

“I think the problem is,” Gina tells you early Monday morning as she wipes down the counters, “I’ve just lost all my confidence since the divorce.” “Right,” You reply absently, catching Diana’s eye and smiling.

It’s just gone ten and the café is fairly quiet, a few customers sat in contented silence at spaced out tables. Gina’s been regaling you and Diana with tales of her love life, which as far as you can gather seems to mainly centre around lusting after the men who frequent the café, Joel included.

“Take that construction worker,” Gina continues, “you know, the one you live next to,” she adds to you, “dark hair, broad, real handsome.”

“Oh we know him.” Diana replies, raising a single eyebrow at you as you feel yourself flush.

You’ve already told her about Saturday night, about the way Joel kissed you against the wall of the Cuthbert’s house, his warm hands moulded to your curves like he never wanted to let you go.

“Well, I’ll bet if I just had the confidence to ask him, he’d love to take me to dinner. And I’ll bet we’d have a real nice time.” She offers a cringeworthy wink at you both, and it’s all you can do not to burst into laughter.

“Oh, I’m sure.” Diana replies, and you roll your eyes at her as she smirks back.

Gina continues in this vein for some time, her voice washing over you as you help Diana refill the coffee beans and clean up the machines. She stops talking abruptly, voice suddenly shifting into that familiar sickly-sweet lilt that has you spinning on your heel to see who’s just come in.

Joel’s wearing his toolbelt. There’s sawdust covering his black tee, biceps bulging at the sleeves, his dark jeans slung low around his hips. His hair is pushed back off his face, sawdust speckled in the dark curls there too, and he’s got a pair of safety goggles perched up on his forehead. Only he could make the whole ensemble look good, but it works so well that the sight of him makes your heart skip a beat, heat broiling up in your gut. Gina’s all smiles and simpering niceties, but Joel’s staring straight past her, his eyes locked on yours as he orders his coffee (Americano, no cream).

Gina hands you the receipt and tries to keep Joel engaged in conversation, but his attention is all on you, even as you turn to the machine to make the coffee.

“Hi, darlin’” He says, and the easy way one side of his mouth turns up into a lopsided grin makes your stomach flip.

“Hi,” you reply, hand pausing on the coffee grinder as you let yourself take in his mussed up hair and dishevelled attire. “Working hard?”

“Always am,” He says, resting a hip against the counter to lean closer to you.

Even with several feet between you you can smell the wood-chip scent of him; you don’t think anything’s ever smelt as good. He raises a hand, runs it through his hair to rake beading sweat off his forehead. You wonder absently what it would be like to press your tongue to the underside of his jaw, to lick the moisture from his skin there.

“How’s your day?” His voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you pull your eyes away from his jaw.

“Picked up in the last few minutes.” You say, and he lets out a huff of a laugh, drags his gaze over your face, his eyes dark despite the bright sunlight streaming in through the café’s windows.

“We still on for tomorrow?” He asks.

“Definitely. I hope Sarah’s looking forward to it.”

“Oh, she is. She can’t wait, in fact.”

This time it’s you who laughs, air rushing out of your chest in a higher-pitched giggle than you intended. You finish making Joel’s coffee, push it across the counter to him, leaving your hand around the cup so that his fingers brush yours as he reaches to take it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, darlin’” He says, raising the cup to you in a goodbye salute and turning to leave.

When you turn back to your co-workers, they’re both staring at you. Gina’s mouth is slightly open, her brow furrowed, while Diana’s beaming, her eyes full of mischief. You shrug at them and start making the next coffee.

*****

Maths with Sarah on Tuesday turns into a movie on the sofa after dinner, bowls of popcorn on each of your laps, the low evening sun streaming into the lounge. Joel comes back halfway through, clattering into the kitchen and calling out his arrival.

“You two look like you’ve both been working hard,” he says, coming into the lounge, a grin playing on his face.

You can see from here that his grey t-shirt is damp with sweat, dark under the arms and along his sternum. Something flutters in your chest and you squeeze your thighs together, drag your eyes along his broad shoulders and down to the narrow cinch of his waist.

“Well, we did some equations,” Sarah tells him, pausing the film so that the picture flickers and jumps about on the screen, “but it was too hot to think very much.”

“You should try bein’ out in the sun layin’ concrete all day.” He replies, flopping down onto the sofa between you and Sarah, kicking his legs out to prop his boots up on the coffee table.

He smells like dust and sweat and something you’re starting to recognise as distinctly Joel, a warm, masculine scent that ignites a fire in your belly. Sarah unpauses the film, leans back in her seat to rest her head against the worn leather.

“Hi,” Joel says quietly under the sound of the movie, turning his head so that his face is a few centimetres from yours.

“Hi,” You reply.

His eyes are sparkling, brown almost swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

“Good day?” You ask.

“It’s picked up in the last few minutes,” He replies, and you grin at him, let your eyes trace the solid planes of his face, the gentle creases that line his eyes.

The film plays on. Joel’s denim-covered thigh is pressed against yours, the heat of his skin burning into your bare leg despite his jeans. Sarah’s engrossed in the action playing out on the television, but you and Joel are distracted, sneaking glances at each other like teenagers. His arm is a solid weight against your shoulder, the thick heft of his bicep impossibly firm and warm.  When the climax of the film happens you and Sarah both jump, each automatically shifting to crowd in against Joel. Your hand ends up pressed to his stomach, just below his bellybutton. He looks at you and you move your hand away quickly, all too aware of Sarah on the other side of him, giggling now that the tension has broken in the film.

When the credits roll Sarah yawns widely, stretching in her seat.

“Bedtime, baby girl,” Joel tells her, pushing her up off of the sofa and getting to his feet himself, “c’mon,” he says, “I’ll tuck you in.”

“Night,” Sarah says to you, yawning again and heading up the stairs.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Joel tells you and you watch as he and Sarah disappear upstairs, their chatter fading as they go.

Alone in the lounge again, you look around and observe the domesticity of the house. Your trainers are by the back door next to Sarah’s battered Nikes, Joel’s work boots dwarfing both pairs on the mat. There’s a stack of magazines on the coffee table, Sarah’s old favourites and two new additions – a copy of Mathematics Today and Scientific America. You smile at the familiar covers, remembering how excited Sarah was to show you them a few hours ago, telling you that Joel helped her pick them out in the shop.

You look out over the drive to where Joel’s truck is parked. It’s only been a few short weeks since he picked you up at the airport, a stranger to you then but now someone whose very presence fills your chest with a kind of low, humming joy.

Joel’s hardly back down the stairs before his hands are on you, pulling you to him in the dim light of the lounge. He presses his lips to yours, sighs into your mouth like he’s a man drowning and you’re an oasis. You slide your tongue against his bottom lip and he opens up to you, lets you into the hot slick of his mouth, a groan swallowed in his throat as you thread your fingers into his hair, pushing your hips against his so that his belt digs into your stomach.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about that kiss, darlin’,” He says as you pull at his t-shirt, fingers grasping the solid expanse of his chest. “the things I wanted to do to you, want to do to you.”

“Show me,” You say into his mouth, slotting your lips back together.

He walks you to the sofa, slumps down into it and pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling his thighs. He looks so good like this, his face cast in the gentle glow of the table lamps, eyes dark and studying you intensely. You tug his shirt up, press your hands beneath it to the warm flesh of his stomach. He’s all muscle and hot skin, abdomen flexing as you graze your fingernails over his bellybutton as he takes your face in his hands, draws your lips back to his and kisses you soundly. His tongue slides against yours. Fire builds in your belly, hot and insistent.

Large hands running down over your shoulders and sides, Joel pulls you to him so that you shift in his lap, grinding down. The movement brings your inner thigh into contact with the hammer that’s hooked onto his toolbelt and you yelp, both laughing as he unclips the belt and pulls it off.

“I wanted you to keep that on,” You tease, grinning at him as you tuck a stray curl of his hair behind his ear.

He chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest, deep and delicious. The next kiss is more insistent, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip, sharpness grazing soft skin. You shift in his lap again, press yourself closer to him, whimper at the friction that pulls at the apex of your thighs. He pulls back, runs the tips of his fingers under the hem of your t-shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, and the earnestness of it, the desire that’s so clear in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

You nod, pulling the shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor behind you. Joel’s eyes rake over your chest, his steady gaze tracing the curves of your breasts and hips. You should feel self-conscious, but his expression is rapture, his dark eyes wide and reverent.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’” he says, grazing the backs of his fingers along your collarbone, down the centre of your breasts and over the band of your bra. You reach behind you to unclasp it, let it fall into your lap, breasts spilling out into Joel’s palms. He groans in the back of his throat, large hands kneading the soft flesh of you, searching out the bud of your nipples, pinching them between finger and thumb. Electricity shoots through you, white-hot pleasure that has slick pooling between your thighs. You cant your hips forward again, feel the hard line of his cock in his jeans, grin as Joel reacts by hissing through his teeth.

When he slides one hand over the crest of your ass and pulls you to him, hard, you both moan at the friction, hands suddenly scrabbling to remove more layers of clothing.

You stand to push your jeans down your legs, kicking them off as Joel unbuttons his flies. Instead of climbing back into his lap, you drop to your knees in front of him, run your hands up the thick trunks of his thighs and replace his shaking fingers with your own, dragging his jeans down until they pool at his ankles.

Clad only in a pair of tight-fitting boxers, Joel is a sight to behold. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, breath coming in short pants as you trace your fingertips up his thighs, watching the muscles in his shoulders and arms tense with each move you make. His cock twitches when you lick a deliberate stripe up the inside of his thigh, and he curses, face flushed.

“Christ, darlin’, you’re gonna kill me.” He breaths, and you grin up at him, slide your fingers into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down.

His cock slaps up onto the tight muscles of his stomach, long and thick, head already beading precum. You waste no time wrapping a hand around the thick heft of him, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. When you let your tongue dart out to taste him Joel curses again, “shit,” – the worda desperate prayer, distorted by the desire in his voice. Then you take him into your mouth, jaw aching with the size of him, working your hand around the part that won’t fit, and Joel sags against the couch, head rolling back with pleasure. It sends fire rushing through you to watch the effect you have on him. He lifts his head, meets your eyes with his own and you use your tongue to trace the delicate place just behind the head of his cock, moving back just slightly when this causes his hips to twitch involuntarily.

“You feel so good,” he says, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “your mouth feels like heaven, baby.”

You hum around him, use your free hand to gently trace circles into the tight skin of his stomach, grazing your nails up and over his chest. When you take him deep into your throat, swallowing around him he bucks into your mouth and pulls back.

“Not gonna last like this,” he warns, moving back, away, “fuck, darlin’, I want to make you feel good, c’mon.”

He pulls you up and off his cock, lays you back against the worn couch, settles himself between your open thighs and drags your legs up so that they’re resting on his shoulders. You’re sure your underwear is soaked through, and Joel confirms it when he drags a knuckle against your core, tells you how wet you are, whispers it into your thigh like a prayer.

“Gonna let me make you feel good, darlin’?” He asks, slipping the crotch of your panties to the side so that he can run two thick fingers through your folds.

“Please, Joel,” Is all you can reply, words dying on your lips when he leans forward and buries his face in your cunt.

He eats you out like he’s a man dying of thirst and you’re an oasis. Runs his tongue against your clit in a way that has your legs shaking in seconds, then pulls back, presses his aquiline nose into the centre of you, uses his tongue to lick a broad stripe over you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, grins against you as you tell him “yes, there, right there,” and keeps up a steady pace that has you canting your hips against him. When he presses a thick finger into your cunt and curls it just so you feel yourself coming suddenly, the coiling tension snapping and fire burning through you right to your fingertips.

“You look so good when you come,” he tells you as you come down from your high, pressing kisses into the trembling flesh of your thighs.

He pulls you up from the sofa, holds you to him.

“Upstairs?” You say into the side of his throat, gasping when he bends suddenly to pick you up, cradling you to his chest like you weigh nothing.

He takes the stairs two at a time, opens the door to his bedroom with a flick of his wrist and lays you on the unmade bed. The first thing you notice is that sheets smell like him – like wood shavings and mint shower gel and that characteristic Joel smell that you’ve come to love so much. Then he’s laying himself over you, pressing your bodies together so that you’re a tangle of limbs, mouths seeking each other out. The kiss is somehow gentle and desperate at once, his teeth grazing your lip before his tongue soothes you.

“Joel, please,” you say, hands tracing the broad span of his shoulders, nails digging in when he hitches his hips, drags the hot line of his cock against your hip, drags his thigh up so that it pulls against the seam of your cunt.

“What do you want, darlin’?” He asks against the side of your neck.

“You,” You tell him, and he laughs, voice husky with pleasure.

“You want my cock?” He says, dragging his teeth over the juncture of your shoulder.

“Yes, god, yes, please.”

“Alright, baby, alright.”

He pushes himself up onto his knees, leans across to pull a condom out of the bedside table. He opens it with his teeth, eyes fixed on your body spread out against the dark duvet and rolls it on. Then he’s lining himself up, leaning back over you to whisper soothing nothings into your ear as he shifts his hips forward just slightly. The head of him catches against your cunt, dips inside so that both of you gasp. He’s big – bigger than you’re used to – and the stretch is intense as he cants his hips forward into yours. You whimper into the side of his throat, clench your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You okay?” He asks as he stills, bottoming out and pushing himself up onto his elbows to look at you.

“Yeah,” You say, pulling him back to you so that you can kiss him, pulling back to add, “move, please.”

“Just give me a second,” He says, letting his head drop to your shoulder and you giggle despite yourself, press your lips to the shell of his ear. “You’re – fuck – you feel really good.”

It shouldn’t be so hot, the way that you can reduce him to such a babbling mess just with the slightest clench of you cunt around him but it is, it makes something hot and insistent bubble up in your belly. Joel drags his nose against the column of your throat, bites into the flesh there and then finally – finally – pulls his hips back and presses back inside.

The friction is delicious. He settles into a steady rhythm, every thrust of his hips dragging the head of his cock against that spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. His moans against your neck are delicious, peppered with phrases of praise that make you clench around him: “fuck, good girl, so fucking tight, I could stay in this pussy forever, baby.”

He slows again, pushes himself up onto his knees, keeping his cock in you. His eyes are fixed on the place where you meet, where the wet, tight heat of you pulls him in. He flicks his dark gaze up to your face, expression dazed and pussy-drunk. He leans down to slide his tongue against yours briefly, then sits back up and continues to fuck you, slowly, placing a large hand on your stomach and expertly circling your clit with his thumb. The pleasure is unbelievably intense, the drag of his cock inside you combined with the white hot pressure of his thumb, and in seconds you’re convulsing under him.

“You gonna come on my cock, darlin’?” He asks, voice breaking on the last word, and it’s enough to push you over the edge again, vision whiting out as pleasure overwhelms you.

You feel yourself clenching around Joel’s cock and with a few more sloppy thrusts he’s there too, callused fingertips digging into your hips as he comes inside you, cock twitching, breath hitching in his throat. He collapses onto you, presses open-mouthed kisses against your flushed cheeks.

You lie still for a few more moments, each catching your breath. When he rolls off you he drags you with him, keeps you cradled to his chest as he pulls out. It’s hot in the bedroom but you don’t care, draping yourself over Joel’s chest, pressing yourself as close to him as you can.

Outside, the sky has turned dark. Joel traces circles into the skin of your shoulders, down your arms, presses kisses to the side of your head. The bed is a tangle of limbs and hot, damp flesh.

Yes, you think, the Texas heat is sure is intense.

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[filmofhybe]

hii!! can i request how enha would accidentally reveal their relationship with idol!reader?

enhypen accidentally revealing their relationship

pairing : ot7! x reader genre : fan x Idol , fluff 793 words warning : none really

a/n : I have skl next week again so imma try clearing up all my request by Sunday and Monday 😭

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정원 jungwon + 희 승 heeseung

The ones that will try to keep it professional. But they can’t contain their blushing and they just want to punch themselves in the face. Covering their red face or even their red ears as the interviewer is also shocked by the news. Since the interview was live, everyone than took it to social media immediately to spread love and support to both of you. But he made a big promise on the interview which made everyone melt.

“So jungwon / heeseung who do you love the most in your life.”

“Besides my family, I really love my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n- wait. Omg.Wait.Is this live?”

“STOP WHAT YOUR DATING Y/N..?”

“omg I didn’t mean to reveal it..”

“oh my goodness this just caught me so off guard.”

“everyone is saying stop covering your cute blushing face hahaha!!”

“Guys I didn’t mean to reveal it but please show us lots of support we are trying our best thank you so much.”

“I will take care of my dear y/n so her fans don’t have to worry!”

“Ahh young love these days are so cute wishing you both the best! Let’s move on to another question!”

박종성 Park Jeongseong + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun +성훈 Sunghoon

The ones that didn’t even realize they said it out loud and also the ones that doesn’t care if they revealed it or not🙃 had to pause and process did they just revealed your relationship to the internet. But they didn’t care and continued to show you off, even pictures of you both on dates and your daily dog walks😭

“so how’s life been for you?”

“Is been so good I’m living with my girlfriend and our dog-”

“wait what your dating? Dating who?”

“y/n y/l/n, is it not- oh shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize. I got too ahead of myself anyways..”

“we have been doing so well. She’s really sweet and recently I got her a promise ring which is the one she’s currently wearing in this picture. And this is her walking our dog. And this is a recent picture we took at her brother’s wedding.” (Bro was so proud)

“bro just exposed his own relationship before his own company?” The interviewed was like 😦😅

“The company is taking the piss they make me go insane I’ll be so real with you.”

fans was laughing at his comment about the company but also super nice about your relationship and they are glad he found someone to take good care of him.

선우 Sunoo + にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

the clueless ones. The ones that tries to cover up. Saying you are just his celebrity crush but obviously fans knows is not true from the amounts of obvious interaction between you both on Music Award Shows as well as the vlogs. Fans would be shock cuz you both are literally opposite of each other (the sunshine x midnight duo😝). But they are all so happy you guys are together because you fit each other so well. It was just an unexpected duo.

“So who is your celebrity crush?”

“My girlfriend- I mean my crush is y/n y/l/n. Her style and personality is really cute- I’m sorry haha..”

“Oop I guess we know what’s going on right?”

“ah… didn’t mean to reveal that much…” he was now covering his face from embarrassment

“Is okay! Wishing you both the best!”

Comes home and whines how everyone knows now but at least he gets to show you off!!

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[sapphic-moon-child]

Her Fated Love

Paring: Larissa x Dark!FairyReader

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Will Larissa ever realize just how much you love her... or will you die waiting?

Monday morning rolled around and you slowly groaned at your alarm. Today you had four classes and a two hour planning block and already were dreading the back to back classes. You loved your students with all your being, but the stress lately and the oh so wonderful 3 hours of sleep you were getting was miserable. You were starting to feel the effects of your magic dwindling due to your lack of intimacy. As a dark fae you physically need a partner, the small touches and loving emotions are what keep you going. You had your eye on someone, but knew there was no way you could ever tell her. She was too strong and diligent in her work to ever look at you as anything but a teacher/member of staff.

The last 5 years had been miserable, sure you were friends and often shared a glass of wine by the fire in her office after the long school day. But that was all you were… friends. Your heart pulled at you daily, longing to be with your fated love, but she didn’t want that. You could feel the pull constantly nagging at you to run to her and take care of her. You didn't understand why the moon goddess made you feel this pain and not her too. You felt like you lived alone, secluded from the world and suffered the pain, your heart was literally breaking for her love that you knew wouldn’t come. Soon you knew it would give up and stop beating, but at least you would die knowing that you never stopped loving her. Your sweet, gentle Larissa Weems.

Larissa didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. She was moody and tired, her head hurt, her chest hurt and she felt like something was missing all the time. Her doctor had cleared her on all the normie checks, but she was beginning to wonder if she had been cursed by one of her students. She sighed while holding her temple with one hand and decided to shoot you a text with the other. “Drain a bottle of wine with me tonight?” She knew you would never love her like she loved you, but the time she spent with you helped ease the pain and longing her heart troubled her with. If you only knew Y/N just how much I love you… She whispered out loud before setting her phone down.

You looked down at your phone and smiled, but you were interrupted from replying by a sharp pain in your shoulder blades. Gasping loudly and trying to take a deep breath, you knew what was wrong, but you’d rather die than out yourself to all of your students. You doubled over in pain and hit your knees on the ground with a loud cry. Your students looked at you with a mix of concern and horror, but the one that came running was the one and only Wednesday Addams. She rushed to you and all you could manage was two barely audible words. “Get…Weems”. Meanwhile Larissa sat in her office and hissed at the sudden stinging pain on her chest, but before she could do anything Wednesday burst through Larissa’s office doors. “Miss Addams!-” She bellowed before Wednesday cut her off out of breath.

“Come…Quick!..Y/N…” Was all she got out before Larissa and Wednesday were both running back to your classroom. Larissa hit her knees ignoring the intense pain the hard floor caused as she wrapped her arms around you. “Y/N are you ok?” She asked, voice full of concern. “Class dismissed, Wednesday, tell Marilyn what happened and that you all will stay with her until the next period. Class dismissed.” The class was full of whispers and frantic packing as they all rushed out and down the hall. You were moments from passing out from the pain coursing through your body. Larissa scooped you up in her arms and started speeding through the halls to her office. She locked the door behind her and you all but jumped from her arms and hit the floor on all fours.

She watched in horror as your shirt shredded apart and two giant beautiful black, purple and orange wings ripped from your shoulders leaving 2 trails of blood down your back and watched as you screamed and panted out of breath. Larissa’s audible gasp could have been heard for miles. She slid out of her heels and lowered herself down to you and you fell into her arms before passing out cold. When you woke you didn’t recognize where you were, but you were very aware of the sharp stinging coming from your back and the feeling of something warm? Around your legs and chest. “Hey, shh you're okay darling. I’ve got you don’t worry, just try not to move too much.” The voice was warm, and made you feel like there were butterflies in your stomach. “You fully opened your eyes and noticed you were in a pristine and very large bathroom.

Come to think of it, you were in a very fancy and large clawfoot bathtub with a towel draped over your front and you could feel a cloth gently rubbing across your back. Looking at the water made you panic slightly in your hazy state, it was a light red color. “Is this blood? My blood.” You thought to yourself. “Almost done darling, I’m sorry, but you were covered in blood and I had to clean you up.” You realized the voice was Larissa, and the arm your weight was leaning forward on was hers. The hand on your back, also hers. “Her touch is so gentle” you thought before answering her. “Larissa?” You questioned. “Yes my love, it's only me.” She sounded so unsure of herself. Her voice sounded hoarse like she had been crying. “Okay darling let's get you out and dry.

Do you think you can do it or do you need help?” She gently asked, trying to keep your dignity intact. You didn’t care though, she was your fated love. But honestly you didn’t know if you could stand on your own. “I think I need help, please.” You whispered, a slight blush covering your cheeks. Larissa nodded wordlessly and picked you up, balancing you on the edge of the tub with one hand while quickly wrapping a large fluffy towel gently around your middle, being cautious of your wings. “You looked up in the mirror and gasped at the sight. Your wings were in full color and displayed out behind you. “Darling are you okay!?” Larissa jumped thinking she hurt you. “My wings…it…it's true.” You were in shock. “What's true?” She asked kindly scooping you into her arms and setting you down on the softest bed you have ever set on. She knelt down so she was in front of you.

“I’m a dark fairy, Larissa. A dark fairy only gets their wings when their fated love chooses to love them back.” The shape shifter looked at you with confusion and hurt. “You met your fated love? Can I ask who he is?” She sounded heartbroken, her eyes once again glassing over. She suddenly felt a burning pain on her chest and hissed. Which in turn due to your bond made you hiss at the strong emotion and pain you felt from her.  “Larissa, I don’t like men. Plus the way your heart hurts right now feels like it’s shredding me apart.” You held her hand in yours, gently rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. “You silly woman, I know you can feel the tingles too, I can see it in your eyes. YOU are my fated love. The moon goddess has decided that I am to love you, and you are to love me.” Larissa’s jaw dropped.

“You mean all this time I've felt this way because I was without you?” She looked down at the floor in awe. Tilting her chin back up, you carefully slid her blazer down her arms and gently undid three of the buttons on her dress. She didn’t understand, but you lowered your towel a bit. “My love, what do you see?” You gently asked. “I…I see a knot with seven loops” You smiled and nodded, "Now look at yourself.” You pulled the fabric away a bit from her chest, and in the same place as yours over her heart was the same knot. She looked up at you with tears streaming down her face. “I love you Y/N, I have for 5 years, but thought you didn’t want that with me.”

“Larissa. I love you too. I thought you were just looking for a friend in me, so I never pursued anything. I was willing to let fate's heart take me if it meant you were happy.” In a surge of courage Larissa shot up and her hands gently pulled your face closer to hers. She kissed you deeply with all the passion and love she could muster before pulling away.  “Y/n…What is fate’s heart?” Larissa softly asked. “When your fated love doesn’t love you back, your heart gives out and you slowly die.” Tears started pouring down the shapeshifter's cheeks. “I…I’m so sorry I did that to you Y/N” You leaned forward and bit back the hiss of pain and pulled Larissa into your arms. “Hush now my love, all is well.” you held her for a moment before letting out a rather large yawn and a shiver ran down your spine.

“My love, I’m a bit cold. Do you think you could get me some clothes from my room?” You asked her while trailing your thumb across her cheek. “Nonsense, I have plenty to share darling.” You watched as Larissa pulled out a pair of warm sweatpants and a plain blue tee shirt. She turned around and went to hand you them before furrowing her brow. “Um… what about your wings Y/N?” She was adorable when she was perplexed. “Oh, the scars will take time to heal, but I don't have to keep them out.” You let out a small whimper of pain as your wings folded and went back under your skin into the scars. After taking a deep slow breath you wiped away a stray tear and looked back at her.

“They are still pretty sore… Do you have any painkillers?” Larissa nodded and went to her bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and the medicine. After you took it she helped you into her shirt and pants and went to her wardrobe and got herself a hoodie and a pair of leggings to change into. She started to head to the bathroom to change before you stopped her. “You don’t have to go, or be shy around me. After all, you have seen all of me now. I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but I just wanted you to know.” Larissa smiled and walked back over to you. She set her clothes on the bed and turned around with her back facing you. “Would you please?” She pointed to her buttons on her dress, blazer now long forgotten. Slowly you undid each of the buttons with the utmost care and she let her dress drop to the floor. You were a bit surprised as she turned around and was only wearing a pair of dark green lace panties. She bent down and kissed you before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She pulled the shades and laid down on the bed pulling up the covers and flipping you side up. “Come here darling” Larissa beckoned slowly before you slid into her arms and she covered you up. It was only a few moments before you fell asleep, letting the exhaustion take you over. For once you finally felt like you were where you belonged. She was your home.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Can you do the mob boys reacting to their teenage daughter sneaking out the house/ rebelling?

Mob! Leo

He knows a little about rebelling so he's not totally surprised when he catches his teen daughter sneaking out

but he appreciates guts more than anything

and it was a pretty ballsy move for his kid to defy him like this

she thinks she's being so slick as well, waiting for him to go to bed and creeping out

"And what plans do you have at this time of night? He better be worth the grounding you're about to get"

aannddd she knows she's done for

but she's gotta try, y'know?

with the most innocent look and a sweet as pie voice she turns to him like:

"Daddy, I'm just going out to see a movie with Claire. You remember her, right? No boys or alcohol, just a movie"

he's not fooled

"Oh really, open your bag then?"

time to drop the act

"fine. How long am I grounded for? "

he tells her it's forever but she knows it'll be like a week as per usual

stomps back up the stairs muttering about how she can't wait to move out at 18

Mob! Raph

ok but he's such a big softy

like his daughter could get away with murder, both figuratively and literally.

but he doesn't like her doing anything that could her hurt, like walking around the streets of New York late at night....

he catches her shimmying down a drainpipe out her bedroom window

she's super slow at it so he just goes downstairs and waits for her

"I told you no"

she half jumps out of her skin

she really didn't think he'd know she was doing this

"But dad!"

"I said no, it's 11:30 at night, I don't want you out at this time"

"I'm just going to a friend's house, please? Her dad's picking me up and everything, he'll drop me back too!"

puppy dog eyes galore

he thinks about it for a minute

"I'll drop you off. And pick you up. And if you aren't there, I'm sending your body guards out for you and they will embarrass you in front of your friends. I'll make sure of that"

"Thank you, daddy!"

big hugs

he makes the guards embarrass her anyways as punishment

Mob! Mikey

Oh god he's such a wild card as a parent

but also such a massive push over as a parent

like his kids really aren't used to being told "no"

but when he says "no" he fucking means it

so when he catches his daughter with a bottle of raspberry vodka in one hand and his car keys in the other... shit is about to hit the fan

she hears it before she even realises what's happened

the bottle of vodka smashing on the floor

then there's what he says

because Mikey doesn't yell, he actually gets real quiet when he's angry

"Is this what I fucking get? for raising you, caring for you, protecting you? this blatant disregard for my rules and wishes? Who are you sneaking out to see? Because I fucking swear that if it's the boy you've been making eyes at all semester, he won't make it to school on Monday or ever again. Do you understand?"

he sort of realises he fucked up once she starts balling her eyes out and shaking

after that he clams down and they go back inside for some daddy/daughter rebuilding trust.

she's fine the next day but never sneaks out again

Mob! Donnie

one dad you do not want to fuck with

he plays the long game

he see's her sneak out, and follows

obvs he's super discreet and she thinks she's gotten away with it

until her and her friends are drinking and partying and dancing, until they feel comfortable...

then he strikes

armed guards knock down the door, guns pointed in everyone's faces

there's a bit of a scuffle (drunk "hero" teenage boy trying to show he's a big shot) but he gets knocked out pretty quickly

then Donnie appears

he grabs her by the hair, pulling her face close to his and hissing that it's time for them to leave

in the car on the way back, he's eerily calm

she's trying to do damage control, lot's of "i'm sorry" and "it'll never happen again"

"Oh, I know it won't"

she's confused

"I don't want bad influences on my daughter. so you're going to a private school and I've been assured, it's very strict. Your friends are all going to fail their classes and get kicked out of school and they will be made to know it's your fault and I expect a 5000 word essay on why this was such a bad idea in my hand by Wednesday"

she just sobs

after the essay is handed to him, he "forgives her" and doesn't continue with his plan.

but she never does shit like that again.

[thesupreme316]

#Grateful Pt. 2 (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 993

Summary: It's the day after Y/N agreed to help Darius, but does she have cold feet about it?

Supreme Speaks: hi, so the way I'm doing this series is that each part is divided by days (so one day per part). um, tbh this is a filler and a motivator to move the story along. thanks again to @hooks-martin for the request and for allowing me to do a series for this request.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook

Link to Part 1

Monday, November 22, 2022

“So what’s happening today?” Skye asked you over the phone as you exited your apartment.

“Darius and I are supposed to meet up to discuss the trip and everything. It’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you type of thing.” You said walking towards the stairs. You were kind of nervous, not gonna lie. Your hands were jittery, you had to take a couple of deep breaths. Since AEW was in your hometown of Chicago, Darius thought it would be a good idea to meet up today before leaving for Minnesota tomorrow.

“I think this a great opportunity for you to gain a new friendship,” Willow said in the background. To be honest, you were a little secluded backstage, despite being in such a social position. You literally did most of the makeup and face paint of AEW Stars. It’s not that you hated talking to people, you were just a little more introverted than most (so yeah you hated people). But some people made their goals to befriend you like Skye and Willow. Others gradually got to get to know you like The Lads (Hook, Andretti, Dante, and Anthony).

With Darius, it was different. Due to his injury and his move to ROH, you never really got to know him. But he was sweet and nice all the times you talked to him. You got his number as an emergency contact with The Lads.

“I guess. But, why did he ask you again? You guys don’t even talk that much or know each other.”

You sighed, “He said it because he doesn’t want feelings to get involved and that I was the only girl who won’t make him feel uncomfortable in this scenario.” Pausing, you stopped in the stairwell. With your voice echoing, “I don’t know though guys, I think I’m gonna back out, this might be too much.” You would feel bad for backing out of your word, but at the same time, it might be too much to do something like this for a person you barely know.

“But what about the Top Flight hoodie? That’s such a fire hoodie though!” Willow exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I can make it myself or I can just buy it. No biggie.” You turned around to start climbing the stairs and go back to your room.
 “If you say so.” Skye drifted off, before making a sound. “Oh! Cole Karter asked about you today.”

You stopped and tilted your head in annoyance. “Again?”

“Mm-hmm, he was wondering how he should approach you for a date.” For the past three weeks, Cole has been hinting at asking you out and trying to form a relationship with you. Cole was a handsome man, and very talented indeed, another AEW wrestler. However, he was a douche. The way he acted towards others was a major turn-off for you. But no matter what you said to him, he would never take no for an answer. “Y/N! I got an idea.”

“Listening…”

“If you go fake date Darius, not only would that help him, it could help you get rid of Cole!” Skye said excitedly.

Willow chimed back in. “And ask yourself, who would you rather date? Darius or Cole?”

Your eyes shifted around as you turned yourself around once more and went down the stairs. “Y’all ain't gotta say another word.”

— Time Skip: 2 Hours Later —

“So then, Dante jumped but underestimated how far the table was and just hit the floor,” Darius said, making you laugh. “He couldn’t eat for like two days.”

“I know he was pissed!” You exclaimed, laughing even more.

So far, you’ve been on this “date” with Darius for an hour, and thus far it’s been pretty great. Granted, there were still some awkward silences (like right after you two finished giggling), but you were still having some fun. You two have been getting to know each other, telling each other stories, you’ve been enjoying each other’s company so much that you forgot the original reason why you guys met up.

“Y/N, thanks again for agreeing to do this,” Darius said

You shrugged it off. “It’s literally no problem! Beneficial for both of us, besides I need to get out of the house anyways. So what do my duties consist of?”

“It’s so simple. We act like we’re in love, fool everyone, and leave. Afterward, I’ll just tell them that something happened and we broke up but we are still good friends.”

“And we leave tomorrow?” Darius nodded. “I know that’s gonna be a long drive.”

“Dante and I will be switching halfway, so everything will be fine,” Darius said. After he said that, a brief awkward pause entered the space. At this point, it was expected as, again, you were getting to know each other. “Also, be prepared for a lot of questions. My family is very nosey and loves to try to get every detail as possible, and they’ll try to see if we like each other.”

“What kind of questions will they ask?”

“It ranges. They’ll be like extremely invasive like ’Oh, what did you guys do on your 3-month anniversary? And if someone said this to me how you would respond?’ or they’ll be very basic like ‘What’s my favorite color?’ Again, they range.”

You took in the information as a lightbulb went off in your head. You don’t even know basic information about your supposed ‘boyfriend’. “So what is your favorite color?”

Darius’s face dropped as he realized that despite exchanging simple stories, you didn’t know anything about each other. He chuckled as his face created a small smile. “Blue, specifically, royal blue. What about yours?” You told him yours as his smile grew, “That’s a pretty color for a pretty girl.” Blushing, you started to tell him more basic information about yourself.

And soon, those awkward silences were filled with laughs and flirty banter. From here, it can only get better….

You hope.

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 015

that last minute decision? well. this may come as a surprise to you all……..but i did add a little sexual content in this one. i actually was able to fit some in there so.. SURPRISE! i will signify where it starts with ** and the spacer is where it ends if you don’t want to read it. it’s also kinda quick for a reason lol

i hope y’all like it i was kinda nervous. i legit don’t know what im doing.🧍‍♀️this is my first time don’t scream at me

WELCOME….TO….MONDAY…NIGHT…..ATTITUDEEEE!!!!!

youuu guys knoww the drilllll! you know ‘sweet but psycho’ by ava max really set the tone for me.....”you’re just like me, you’re out your mind”??? oh yeah RENT WAS DUE!!!!!

hope u enjoy this chapter i had a lot of fun writing it

YOU’RE STILL RUNNING on adrenaline! You and Trish hit backstage, spirits high and thrilled you two not only attacked Torrie, but are working together for the night. It’s going to be one hell of a Raw.

BACKSTAGE // 8:01 PM

“Trish!” You yell, turning over to her and shaking her shoulders. “That was great! My god, we really kicked her ass.”

She smiles at you. “It was! Did you see her face when I joined in?! Hilarious!”

“Listen, thanks a lot for coming on my show and helping out. I’ll be in your corner tonight, so I’ll see you later, okay?” You give her a thumbs up, heading further down the hallway towards your locker room.

Trish had your gratitude. It’s only right for you to pay her back. You’d do everything in your power to make sure that their team won.

But other than Trish’s match, you’ve got a lot to do tonight. Watch the Hardy Boyz…..accompany Austin to the ring….it’s a busy day! Makes you happy you’ve got something to do.

Vengeance is coming up and that means Austin would have to be in a series of matches in order to qualify and become the undisputed champion.

This isn’t good for your anxiety. You knew he was pretty good, but what if it went the other way around?! Nah, that couldn’t happen. He has to win.

As you made your way down, you notice Michael Cole interviewing RVD. You decide to pop up behind him and join in. “Hello, world!”

With your sudden appearance on camera, the crowd cheers. RVD gives a smile and shifts his Hardcore Title to his left arm, then slings his right around your shoulders. “Hey! It’s Miss WCW.”

You wonder if he didn’t remember your name..which would be a shame since you two teamed up not too long ago. “In the flesh! Nitro’s Golden Girl is reporting for duty.”

“What a surprise!” Michael, the interviewer exclaims. “I was just asking RVD his thoughts on the Undertaker attacking him so viciously the previous night. What’re your thoughts?”

For a moment, your mind drew a blank. You can’t remember Undertaker attacking him at all! Just so you don’t stand there in silence, you make something up on the fly. “I mean, it’s crazy! If you ask me, I think Undertaker is going through a midlife crisis or something. I mean, joining a biker club? I could’ve sworn he was all scary a couple of months ago!”

You didn’t know much about him right now, but you tried bouncing off of what you’ve seen so far.

RVD nods his head, his tone relaxed as ever. “That totally makes sense. No wonder why he got mad when I recommended him to use diapers.”

You cover your mouth on instinct. WHY WOULD HE EVEN RECOMMEND THAT?! That’s literally not what you meant at all.

He continues. “If you ask me, I think the Undertaker’s just all worked up because RVD—“

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on a second.” You could recognize that voice as Christian, who had his title on his shoulder as well.

“You’re saying that the Undertaker’s all worked up? And you,” He points to you. “You’re saying he’s going through some midlife crisis? Well let me tell you something, did you ever think it’s maybe because he gives more respect to Vince McMahon? Do you guys think you’re better than the Undertaker?”

Christian was getting a bit hostile. You hoped most of his irritation wasn’t towards you, but you still speak up anyway, Michael shifts the mic towards you. “Mr. McMahon never had my respect in the first place. It only makes things worse because of that match he put himself in to antagonize Trish Stratus. And if you want the truth, yes! I think I’m better than the Undertaker.”

RVD motions towards you. “You heard the lady. Besides, we’re gonna find out if I’m better than the Undertaker at Vengeance.”

The two of them stare each other down, but you take the opportunity to take the mic from Michael. “Can I see this?” You ask. He nods and hands it over. “Oooh, how about this you guys, since I heard the Undertaker isn’t here tonight, how about you two go against each other?”

Boom, you made the match card make sense. It was that easy. It’s not like the audience knew the card in its entirety anyway.

“For that hardcore title? Absolutely.” Christian wasn’t against it, in fact he was more than willing to prove himself to Vince. And with the hardcore title on the line? Hell yes.

“Sounds like a good idea.” RVD easily agrees, then lightly taps Christian’s title. “And how about we put that Euro-trash title on the line too?”

“I’m a genius!” You chime. “Title versus title? Hardcore and European?”

“My title? Ha! As if I’m going to lose this to you, RVD. I’m pretty sure neither of you know nothing about Europe!” Christian challenges. “What’s the capitol of Belgium?”

“Isn’t it Br—?” You’re about to answer...

…But RVD answers with no hesitation: “Waffle!”

You turn to look at him with a smile. God he’s stupid…but he’s hilarious. The crowd laughs at his response.

Christian shakes his head. “Are you serious? Do you even know what I’m talking about?”

“I think.” You say. “Why don’t you tell us the capital?”

“..Tch,” He scoffs, waving a hand. “I’m not telling you!” It made it very clear to the crowd that he had no clue what the capital was either. “Listen, I welcome any match, where it’s cool to use the Conchairto.”

Makes you think. Man, you need to be a commissioner or something, they’re missing out on a lot of opportunities here with your co-workers!

RAW IS WAR // 8:15 PM

Because of that segment, you had to literally run and change in the locker room. You’ve got a couple of minutes to be in gorilla and come with Team Xtreme to the ring.

As you were moving around, a black letter sticking out of your bag had caught your attention. You could spare 3 minutes to read this, so you walk over and pull it out.

‘Though our meeting was rudely interrupted, I find it apparent that you’re fit to be with me. You are unapologetically you, but it’s as if you’re being silenced.

I will set you free from the chains that you’ve been bound to. Find me in the shadows. A place where people discard things they have no use of.’ A place where one would find it disgusting.‘

— Quote the Raven, Nevermore.

And all of a sudden, you had less interest in the match you were supposed to come out for.

Who cares about the match anymore?

You wanted to know more about Raven. What he said at your anger management class really struck you. He even offered to free you.

Isn’t it about time you come with him?

You’re in no hurry to make it to gorilla anymore. A place where you could discard things of no use? A place where one would find it disgusting?

That had to be the trash. And to go even bigger, it must’ve been a dumpster. Normally, you’d be disgusted, but if it’s for Raven, you didn’t care. You didn’t care if he was beside it or inside it.

Who was on the match card again?

You couldn’t remember. All you cared about was going to find a dumpster. You quickly finish changing before heading outside the room. All you had in mind was heading towards the back.

You passed by quite a few of your coworkers, who seemed to be confused as to why you’re in such a hurry. The only person who was willing to stop you was Debra.

“[Name], sweetie,” She called, rushing over to you. “I’ve been looking for you. You and Steve told me class went well, but once I spoke to Doctor Smiley, he said it was a disaster! What happened?!”

You’re not sure what to say to her. It was one thing that you two lied, but your mind was focused on one and one thing only. “I don’t know.” You shrug.

“How do you not know?” She questioned. “And where’s Steve? You two should be ashamed of yourselves! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

You mutter an apology. You’re wasting time when you could be out and about…. “I’ve gotta go.” You move past her, completely unaware that you bumped her out of the way.

And towards the back you go. There had to be a dumpster back there. You push open the door and shiver as the cold air hits you.

There’s some cars back here. You wonder if it’s any of your co-workers or any of the higher ups.

….Ugh, who cares. You mindlessly walk forward in search for your pursuer. You see nothing but most of the cars disappearing and the sight of an empty parking lot until…..

“What a pleasant surprise.”

The voice immediately makes you turn to the left, seeing none other than Raven sitting on the ground surrounded by trashcans and pieces of litter. It’s not a dumpster, but it’s definitely somewhere no one would go.

Perhaps you were wrong, but you didn’t care. You’re filled with glee. He’s all you cared about tonight.

“I didn’t expect you to show up.” His curly hair was covering most of his face and he made no effort to shake it out of the way. “Austin brutally beat me earlier tonight and I feel as if it was an attempt to keep you away from me.”

You agree. “I think so too.” But you don’t want to stay away from Raven. You never want to. “What were you talking about when you gave me that letter?” You kneel down to his level.

Raven says nothing at first, but there’s a smirk playing on the edge of his lips that you couldn’t see. “…Come closer.”

You do, and he finally moves his hair out of his face to get a better look at you. “I want to set you free.” He gets up and lightly pushes you down so he’s on top of you instead.

“I’ll show you the light, [Name]. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

Yes. You will. He’s helping you in more ways than one.

Raven leans in closer, hovering his lips above your own before moving to your ear. “I want you to repeat these words.” He whispers. “I am no bird…and no net ensnares me. I am a free human being with an independent will.”

**

You nod as he goes lower and focuses on your neck. “I am…” You hesitate once he kisses it, then starts to bite down. “I am no..bird…”

Raven moves his hand down carefully and lands right on the underside of your left breast. He doesn’t really grope you there, instead glides over and down to your navel.

“And no net ensnares—ah!” He bites you harder, almost enough to draw blood. “I-I am a human being…” You’re almost breathless at this point, unable to focus thanks to the man on top of you. “…with an in…dependent will.”

He latches his lips off of your neck. Just as you think he was going to say anything else, he crashes his lips into your own.

Him doing that hurt, a lot. But you didn’t care. You loved it. He pushes his tongue into your mouth forcefully, drool sliding down your chin from how haphazard it was. He swirled his tongue around yours and you could only think about him. 

It’s the most messiest kiss you’ve had in your life and you wouldn’t trade this experience for the world. You can feel his hand slide down even further, right down into your underwear. 

You push Raven off to catch some air, but he keeps his hand nearby your underwear. He takes the hint and returns his attention back to your neck. You run your tongue over your now swollen lips.

He’s muttering something under his breath, you can barely hear him with the ringing in your ears. You can feel him inch down towards uncharted territory and your stomach fills with butterflies as he slides your underwear to the side.

Is this really happening? Right here? Right now?

It started out soft, as he gently caressed your insides with his finger. It’s almost like he was testing the waters. Your ragged breathing only egged him on further. Slowly, he begins to move his finger in and out.

He raises his voice so you can hear him better.

“The human body is a mystery to me. I find it strange that even the simplest gestures…”

Detaching himself from your neck, he looks up towards you. For a second, he curls his fingers, then uncurls it. “…can get a reaction out of someone.”

Through your moans, you finally gather some strength to speak. “I’ve gotta….” Though your mind was on a swivel the entire night, you knew people would be looking for you. “Gotta…….”

Raven doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence, switching from one finger to two. “Fear not. Tonight, you can become apart of me.”

You’re just stuck moaning and panting on the ground. You hope no one can hear you, but it’s unlikely with how empty this area was.

Even so, he doesn’t give you the right to even finish. He snatches his fingers out, stopping as quickly as he started and gets off of you.

You lean up from your spot, dazed and completely in the clouds. As he licks his fingers clean, you stare at him with such an intensity that you think your eyes would fall out.

You think you’re in love.

RAW IS WAR // 8:35 PM

You’re still disheveled from earlier. Your clothes were wrinkled, your hair had gotten frizzy, and you’re still burning inside.

Holy shit.

You’re aching because he didn’t give you the opportunity to finish. You hope this feeling goes away. You refuse to finish yourself off anywhere near the show.

On the bright side…you’ve figured it out. Raven is your one true love. He’s everything you wanted and more. You felt like you had all the time in the world for Raven. That you could drop everything you’re doing for Raven. Raven. Raven. Raven. Raven.

That’s all you cared about right now.

A cold hand on your shoulder makes you turn around quickly. “What?!”

“Heeeey. No need to get defensive!” It’s Lita, who looked pretty concerned. “You okay? I was worried about you. You didn’t show up tonight and Jeff was disappointed.” She pauses to look at how messed up you look. “You look a mess…what happened?”

“….” You look at Lita, unable to think of a proper response. “I….no, I’m okay. Just fine. Just leave me alone.”

Your response surprises Lita. “Huh? You’re acting strange. You can tell me, you know. Was it Torrie? If—“

“No! Just—FUCK! Leave me alone!” You scream at her, wanting nothing more than to be left alone at the moment. Lita immediately shuts up as you give her one last glance and head down the hallway.

that was an experience.

really really hope u guys liked it because i lowkey wasn’t fond of it?!?!?! again i feel like it was because i kept reading it over and over but yeah. raven does things. he won. the night isn’t over either...we’ll find out what happens next monday!!!!!! also reader challenging undertaker indirectly ruh roh

[useramor]

🦊

Hey! Remember me?

I’ve been in a bad headspace so I haven’t sent anything in a bit, but I wanted to come remind you that you’re the coolest!🫶

How are you? How’s life been treating you? (Feel free to give me a long response I need distractions anyway lol)

FOX HELLO!

sorry your head’s been funky :( i wish i could offer more than just a (slightly delayed) response to an ask, but know i’m sending u all the good vibes i can. you’re so sweet and it makes my day to hear from you it rly does i hope u start feeling better soon man u deserve it.

i’m good :) i started uni on monday (mar 4) and it was better than i was expecting. i was really fucking dreading it like BAD like bad bad like sooooo bad it was hell and awful and then the first day? ass. heinous ass. but then the second and third and fourth days were actually pretty good. i’m a writing major (bilingual degree in english and portuguese) so all of my classes are writing and literature related and it’s actually kinda so slayful. like. NO MATH????? NO SCIENCE????? I GET TO JUST TALK ABOUT BOOKS AND WRITING ALL DAY???? really sick honestly

i’ve net some cool people in my classes too!!! we’re all doing the same basic curriculum this first semester so i see them everyday (mon-thurs cuz i don’t have class friday) and it’s nice to see people other than my family lol i forget how good it is to have friends.

um idk. what else. oh i wrote a personal narrative sort of thing for my literature class. it’s kind of like a getting to know you sort of deal for my professor i guess. she read this personal narrative about a woman’s childhood home and we’re supposed to write our own story inspired by our childhood home which was fun like cute prompt but i had to write it in portuguese (wow shocker bia you go to university in brasil and you have to write your essays in portuguese? never would’ve guessed) and like yeah i speak portuguese i’m fluent IN THEORY okay i have never in my LIFE ever taken a SINGLE CLASS IN PORTUGUESE like i’m a texan gal i can’t lie all my writing has always been in english the first time i ever wrote anything in portuguese (aside from like. texting and shit.) was for the vestibular which is the entrance exam i took to get into the uni i go to so literally the first proper piece of writing i ever did in my literal first language was for the exam i took 5 months ago and have not practiced since! because i’m an idiot!

i do think it went okay tho!!!! it’s the best my professor’s gonna get honestly here’s to just finger crossin and hoping the ability to write transcends language lol :P

also here’s a pic of my cat ft supernatural in the background!!!!

does she not look so cutiest patootiest? this is stiles she’s my baby butt <3

sorry ur havin a shit time i hope me rambling was enough to take ur mind off it even a little :) feel free to ramble in my inbox if u want whenever!!!

[happyinjection]

Ep 10 has the most expected unexpected development I’ve ever seen lmao… Now that all cards have been laid on the table (pun intended), I guess it’s clear what Chris is going to do next.

It doesn’t seem like Chris was planning to finish off Finn (indestructible card in pocket cliche btw) but he still shoots him, so I think it’s more of a “stay out of this!” than anything. It hurts though🥲 Cuz all the SS and dramas are literally “hehe funny onii-san Chris is here to rescue Finn and fool around with him”… Finn cares about Chris, even if he won’t admit it. So last week’s motivational speech was really Chris talking about himself huh.

“On a scale of 1 to Chris, how much of a show-stealer character are you?” Lmao. I can’t believe the legendary ep 11 is legit titled “CHRIS” as if the staff’s saying “we pretend to be a show about cards, but it’s actually about… Chris” 😂 I do love Chris though, so I don’t mind. As long as there’s gonna be a 2nd cour (fake it til you make it fellas).

Chris matter aside… I adore Arya, A LOT. Cool powers. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for middle-aged women. And I found Finn’s answer to Arya really endearing, I’d burst into laughter like she does too. So next ep we’ll see what Finn is gonna do about Chris, and hopefully the whole gang too? (please) I like to believe that Chris must have a plot armor, even though it’s gonna be somewhat boring, but the only other option I see is Michelle is more than the sweet little girl she acts out to be, and all the roads lead to heartbreak 🥲

That reminds me, before the show started they had a promotional seiyuu event in which each was asked to introduce their respective chara, but Massu (Chris’ VA) straight up refused to elaborate, simply said instead “he’s a good-looking guy” and later faked surprise “eh? Am I not the protagonist?” 😂 I thought he was being in-character (which isn’t at all unusual for him) but yknow what, I got it, got it.

Speaking of VA, apparently Tyler Redgrave’s VA is Tori-san, and yeah the character is also literally Tori-san, complete with a fedora lmao.

Let’s just see what’s gonna happen next week… and although I won’t be sleeping well until Friday… I want to finish posting the rest of the hehe funny materials before Monday…

Oh and also. Turns out a pissed-off, non-smiling, cold-blooded Chris isn’t a guy to mess with huh lmao (RIP Jasper).

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

03/10/2024 – 03/16/2024

Sunday

Week 5 of missing Cipher Academy.

Monday

I was pretty excited for today’s episode of Game Changer, because the Sam Says episodes are usually some of the best and I love Lou, Jacob, and Vic…but unfortunately this one fell short of my expectations. The general vibe felt like they pushed slightly too far into the psychological torture range, and the players didn’t really put up a good fight so it was just beat down after beat down, coupled with really hard prompts that cost them tens of points at a time. And what was the purpose of the swear jar if those points didn’t end up going to anyone…just another kind of mean thing to tack onto their other commands… The episode ending with everyone losing a bunch of points and Jacob only winning by chance feels like such a far cry from the mind-boggling triumph that Ally ended the last Sam Says episode on. I don’t know, I think this game might be getting a little stale, and unless they can get players who can match Sam beat for beat, future episodes are just going to keep raising the stakes and making the players miserable, and I don’t really want to watch that.

Manga Monday time…Girl Meets Rock is fun. I genuinely forgot that Tamaki existed, but she works well as a stand-in. My points about the other possible guitar members still stand, though. Also fun to see Rin continuing her weird girl era.

Undead Unluck is great, it’s so gratifying to get these lore drops every chapter. And Top getting his super bombastic literally around the world finishing move is fantastic, and a great cap on this arc.

RuriDragon is okay…someone did a Twitter thread praising its translation, so now I overanalyze the dialogue whenever I read it…and it actually kind of annoys me. The writing strikes me as trying a little too hard to be young and modern, but the translator doesn’t actually know what young people talk like. The mom’s dialogue felt the most egregious to me – I get that she’s supposed to be like a millennial mom, but the way they wrote her dialogue feels so unnatural and stilted…it got to the point where it was actively hampering my enjoyment. But I don’t want to come across like a bad faith “all localization bad” Twitter guy…and I often have this same complaint with the dialogue of adult fiction novels, so it might just be me who’s the fringe weirdo who doesn’t know what normal people sound like. It was cute seeing Ruri and her mom hang out, though, I feel like we don’t get a lot of strong mother daughter relationships in anime or manga. But if I’m being honest…I do want the story to get some sort of direction soon…otherwise I think I might drop it.

I can’t believe they did the “only one bed” trope in Dandadan. I like the frog design sense of this world… Momo and Zuma are a cute duo, and the last scene was super sweet, but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it because not only are Momo and Otarun obviously endgame, it’s kind of tiring that all three conventionally attractive guys in this friend group are interested in Momo (I mean the mecha otaku guy is also interested, but it’s played off as a joke because of course it is)… I can accept it with Jiji because the “childhood friend with whom you have a different sort of bond” thing was an interesting dynamic, especially as Jiji and Otarun became friends in their own right, but this is getting a little ridiculous… I need the non-Momo and non-Otarun members of this group to start being interested in each other!!! Give me some unexpected ship fodder!!! It’s ripe for fun teen drama, why are we concentrating all the guys on Momo and half the girls on Otarun when, by default, a bunch of those affections are going to end in failure?? Ugh.

Magilumiere whatever. Shigemoto and Sakura bonding was cute, but the rest of the chapter was just typical basic manga comedy stuff. Oh no this anime girl made some shockingly bad food, who could’ve guessed…

Chainsaw Man okay…I’ve been trying to ignore it, because being a mangaka is such a hazardous career and we’ve lost so many big names in recent years…but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the more detailed art style of Part 1. Finer linework aside, even the panel layouts of Part 1 felt more memorable and unique…it’s just a bit of a shame. I guess I just wish the whole industry was better, but there’d have to be so many changes for that to happen.

I can’t tell if I’m just having an off day where I find everything annoying, or if everything being slightly disappointing is making me have a bad day…agh.

Okay, at least the Undead Unluck episode was pretty good. The constant stops for attack name title cards were a little annoying for the fight’s momentum, but I get that they’re just trying to emulate the pop that those titles have in the manga. I appreciated some of the artsy direction, like Juiz shoving Remember in Victor’s head or the Andy/Fuuko kiss at the end…that panel was what got me to read the manga in the first place, so I have a soft spot for it. It’s also fun that this episode released around when the new manga chapter did, as we have these parallel discussions about soul and what they mean in the context of this world’s rules…it’s impressive that Tozuka really had things planned out to this extent.

Rewatched Succession season 3 episode 3 because I wanted to feel something (and watch something good to make up for the rest of today). This episode holds a special place in my heart for being the one where, when I watched it for the first time, I finally “got” the show. I had enjoyed season 1 and 2 a decent amount, but I kept waiting for bigger and more dramatic moments typical to a corporate drama, only to feel let down by the bathos and subtlety that Succession often likes to employ. But this episode was the one where everything finally clicked for me, and I understood the themes and tone that the show was trying to convey. The shifts of power between Kendall and Shiv are so subtle but gratifying to watch play out as this conflict intersects between the corporate and the personal and the familial – the Rape Me scene and the long Kendall walk down the hallway are both already all-timers, but the FBI raid at the end and Kendall watching it with the most ambiguous expression on his face is really just the cherry on top. As always, everything in Succession is firing on all cylinders at all times, but it’s done so masterfully that you don’t even notice it unless you’re actively thinking about it. It’s such a feast.

Tuesday

Against my better judgement, I’m watching Evilive, another Korean drama. I haven’t had good luck with K-dramas in the past (I’ve only watched two but they both pissed me off), and I’m sure this one is also rife with over the top ridiculous drama that’ll annoy me (oh boy this guy’s the EVILEST GUY and he’s gonna drag this other guy into his OHOHO EVIL SCHEMES for the ULTIMATE EVIL), but…goddammit the gifs of the big evil guy interacting with the older glasses guy were so intensely yaoiful that I had to see what this was about… They may not actually be gay, but I can enjoy the tension nonetheless.

So far it’s been okay. There were some eye-rolly moments, but I also enjoyed some of the more artful direction and shot composition.

Wednesday

Started watching Nisemonogatari because I needed something to pair with my dinner and it’s pretty fun so far. As ever, Monogatari’s set design feels so surreal but familiar, like they’re trying to capture the feeling of a location rather than its actual architecture. I think it’s fair to say that that’s my favourite part of the show so far. I only got through two episodes, and they’re a bit slow in terms of story, but I’m looking forward to learning more about Araragi’s little sisters.

Thursday

粉蒸肉 and DunMesh make a great pair, especially when today’s episode was as fantastic as I was hoping it’d be. It had an equal dose of everything – kinetic action, comedic moments, genuinely harrowing stakes, and a great hook for the ending. It was a given that the group’s well laid plans last episode would immediately go awry, but seeing each member of the group improvise and contribute their skills to the eventual victory is incredibly satisfying (as Laios says, they couldn’t have done it without everyone being there. Shoutout to Chilchuck for the knife throw that made me yell out loud when I read it for the first time). But Laios sacrificing his leg to get the kill is the highlight of the fight, and it really demonstrated his determination and love for Falin. I also love how they had to systematically cut through the dragon’s organs before finally finding Falin’s bones – DunMesh’s down to earth approach to the cycle of life and death and consumption makes their task feel all the more insurmountable and real. I really can’t wait to see this arc conclude next episode. (Also Marcille’s magic runes had sound effects that reminded me of Cardcaptor Sakura, and I liked that.)

Friday

I’m happy to see that Undead Unluck is continuing its strong episode streak, especially when Anno Un is one of my favourite characters and his backstory is so uniquely painful and heartwrenching…his family just being him and his mom drives the tragedy home even more when he seemingly disappears… But Anno finding meaning in his art is so important to me personally, and I feel like Tozuka really poured his heart out through this character. The other highlight of the episode was BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY GIRL AGOO BNUUY!!!!!!!!!!! SHE’S SOOOOOOOOO CUTE AND BABY AHHHHHHHHH She’s reading manga!!!! NOOO SHE’S GETTING SLAPPING AND TOSSED AROUND AND HER LITTLE “WEH” AND THE WAY SHE’S SO SQUISHY AND ROUND AHHHHHHHHHH This was such a good episode. AND THE PREVIEW WITHOUT ANY NARRATION WAS SO CHILLING AND THEMATICALLY APPROPRIATE BECAUSE NOW ANNO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Also wow Sean really got sliced in half huh. RIP, you’ll do better next time.

Saturday

Went outside for once, so there’s nothing for today.

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Oh I DEFINITELY get feeling a bit awkward when asked that question! I get that all the time when I say I like to read lol bc I do feel like I have to be reading like life changing book that promote thinking or whatever lol but don’t get me wrong I have and do like last spring I definitely overindulged in that type of stuff lol, and like I definitely have more on my list to read BUT I definitely do love romance stories that just have a nice vibe to read! And that biography is WILD like I’ve just heard snippets of it and like idk I giggle bc it’s just never been my vibe to read stuff like that lol Like I really do love Turing my brain off with like everything I do for fun lol

ANWAYS what your colleague said is like so comforting !?! And I love when ppl go on rants lol and I am having a nice break!! Definitely been nice to see some friends and like actually do things!(but kind sad I will be going back on Monday😔) Oh and catching up on stuff I’ve been meaning to watch! Like I recently watched “ The Bear” and honestly that was such a stressful show but I LOVED IT!!! And like it got me thinking about Dolcezza Harry and honestly how hot he would be being so passionate about like cooking or whatever and like yelling🫣NOT ME EXPOSING HOW DOWN BAD I AM FOR HIM BAHA But idk he just doesn’t seem like that he’s just so sweet and I love him lol

ALSO THAT NEW PART THAT CAME OUT OMG BESTIE IT WAS SO GOOD!!! Like im so in love with both of them😭 like they are just so cute and I love how this feels like a rom com and like i just love the sweet tension between them! It’s so soft and i love a good slow burn! And her helping them oh that was so nice! And it was nice to see her form of pinning for Harry bc like she’s more shy about it and I just think it’s so sweet! AND THEN HE TOOK CARE OF HER😭AHH that just like a call out for me ngl and her mentioning like how she really likes being taken care of by Harry was so cute! And like really just pointed out my need for being taken care of bc I basically do the same for other but that will be talked about in therapy 🤪

AHHH THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE AND I LITERALLY CRAVE TO READ MORE OF THEIR STORY!! SO SO SO GOOD BESTIE YOU DID GREAT AS ALWAYS!!!-💜

V, bestie...

I'm SCREAMING. I JUST finished The Bear YESTERDAY. I think our brains were separated at birth!!!!!

I SO LOVED IT TOO EVEN THOUGH IT WAS STRESSFUL. I was stressed out because of really random things (like I was always worried someone was about to lose a finger and Richie made me want to kill somebody at least 90% of each episode) and not the general yelling. My bf pointed out that all that yelling was super soothing for me, personally because it sounds like my family screaming at each other 🙃 (RIP, lmk when you're licensed to analyze me so we can unpack that together). You don't have to feel bad about exposing yourself. I'm pretty sure Harry could pour hot soup in my lap and I would thank him.

Dolcezza should remind you of The Bear because in my head: the kitchen at Dolcezza is 100% the same kitchen from The Bear 😊

Once more, same brain! Definitely want to be taken care of the way I take care of others and it simply just doesn't happen (RIP, let's have group therapy together, it'll be fun).

You're so so kind to me and I'm so glad you enjoyed your break, The Bear, and this new part. Thank you so so much 💕

xoxo

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Thao sent the ‘Come outside we’re getting coffee’ text. Mimi loves that text.

She was wearing a black tank top and fold over Victoria’s Secret leggings, the most Sunday outfit to ever exist. She pulled on her Uggs at a speed you wouldn’t believe, grabbed a blanket and her keys and ran out the door. Thao was sat in the drivers seat of her car, with such a confidence you’d think she owned the apartment complex. She rolled down her window as Mimi approached with an excited grin. “Go back and get a hoodie.” She ordered exasperatedly.

“I have my blanket!” She defended in a high pitched voice, flapping her arms and squinting up at the sky as it started to spit with rain.

“Alright.” T shook her head, and Mimi happily bounced round to the passenger seat, climbing in. “Didnt even have time to put on a bra?” Thao mocked light heartedly and Mimi sent her a faux sweet smile.

“Nope.” She chimed before pulling her in for a kiss probably too passionate for the moment but you know, it was Mimi. She needed what she needed when she needed it.

As they pulled out onto the street the rain picked up, and Mimi located the button that controlled the heating and turned it up, snuggling down further into her pink blanket. T turned the music up slightly, Flowers in December by Mazzy Star playing. T probably wouldn’t appreciate being ogled at, so Mimi made sure to be subtle about it, leaning back into her seat with a smile. She was in a sweatshirt and sweatpant material shorts, leaning back a little in her seat, necklace peaking out of her collar. At the red light Mimi pretended that her sweater had some kind of fluff on it so she had an excuse to touch her and she picked off the imaginary lint ball, flicking it away and as she pulled her hand away the driver caught it, running her thumb over the back of her soft hand, bringing it slowly back to Mimis thigh letting it rest there, her own hand laying on top of hers until the green light showed and she needed her hand back. Mimi had butterflies and felt giddy, still not used to the way she made her feel.

They pulled into the drive-thru queue and Mimi pondered over what she wanted. “Can I have what you got me that one time.” She asked as politely as she could, Thao stared at her blankly at her vagueness.

“Right. And what would that be dear.”

“Um…” She frowned, zero recollection of the name. “The one I had when you got Starbucks with Cooper and brought it back for me. I didn’t know what it was but you said I would like it and I did.”

T’s face lit up in recognition. “Oh, uh — the fucking… iced oat milk sugar cookie latte.” She recalled and Mimi grinned.

“Yes can I have that please?”

“Its cold, you want a cold drink?”

“I liked it.”

“Alright.” She didn’t sound convinced, but pulled up to the window anyway ordering Mimis drink and her own Americano.

Mimi liked driving around the city. Dallas wasn’t at all like London. Everything was so far apart, vast, huge in scale. They were quiet for the most part, driving around having here and there conversation as Mimi took in the sights she still wasn’t used to during the rainy afternoon. The car was warm and the windows were cold and wet, and finally T pulled into their spot in an empty lot having finished her drink.

“Alright.” T nodded towards the back, before sliding out of her door and walking round to the backseats. Mimi smiled happily, glad to be getting so much attention. She got into the backseat and Thao extended an arm, slouching down into the seat spread out as she got comfortable and Mimi was fast to shuffle right up into her, laying her cheek by her collar bone and wrapping an arm around her stomach.

“I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow.” Mimi huffed as her girlfriend relaxed in her embrace.

“Why not?” She responded, but didn’t really require much answer. Who the hell wanted to work on a Monday?

“Just don’t. Wanna stay home with you.” She pouted.

“Ah. Can’t you call out? You can literally work from home I don’t know why you never do.” Thao suggested.

“Because you’re not there. It’s a long day when I have to wait for you. I have to wear all your clothes so I feel like you’re with me.” Mimi giggled at her own confession making T chuckle quietly, pulling her closer and manoeuvring them to lay a little more. Thao stroked the brunettes hair back for a moment thinking.

“Shall I call off tomorrow too. We can have another day like this.” She shrugged, seeming nonchalant despite the fact she’d also rather be together. Mimis head shot up excitedly nearly downright head butting the older faux red head and she grinned toothily.

“Really?” She nearly squealed.

“Yeah.” The other girls voice was softer and more tired and it made Mimi’s heart do that clenchy thing.

“Okay. Deal. Play hooky.” Mimi solidified, thrusting her pinkie finger between the two of them. T pulled her closer by her pinkie finger and kissed her a lot deeper than she was expecting, and what was just a kiss turned to Mimi panting and moaning with pink cheeks and fogged up car windows. (And the consequence of cleaning herself up with a Starbucks napkin, which apparently was the direct result of her not wearing a bra for the drive.)

They were reluctant to get back in the front, but honestly it was getting kind of cramped and hot back there so they decided to keep driving. It was dark now anyway. Arriving home, talking about everything and anything, they fed themselves and the pets before lounging around for hours to come watching movies, knowing tomorrow they had nowhere to be the next day.