#take a shot every time i say whew

[inkykeiji]

when he condescendingly calls you sweetheart ♡

[rip-quizilla]

While in This World

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) X Teacher!Reader

Summary: A purely self-indulgent one shot where Teacher!Reader and Logan frequent the same bar, and when Logan comforts reader after a rough day at work, they get to know each other a lot better.

WC: 7k

Tags: 18+ SMUT🔥🔥🔥, Reader has female anatomy, p in v sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), dom/sub undertones, grumpy/sunshine dynamic, Hozier references, X-Men: Evolution references

Minors DNI. All divider credit goes to @saradika-graphics

Logan only knew two things about you: you were a teacher at the local high school, and you drove a yellow Honda Civic. 

The latter was easy for him to figure out; that car was hard to miss, and whenever he saw it parked outside of Dusty’s when he’d pull up for a pint, he knew you’d be sitting at the bar when he walked in. 

The former, he didn’t even have to ask about for you to tell him. In fact, he never asked you anything, never so much as spoke to you. But did that stop you from talking about whatever happened at work that day? Fuck no. You’d yap about it unprompted every damn time. 

It was like you’d created a game of it. He’d walk into the bar, wearing an expression that clearly says ‘Don’t fucking talk to me’, sit down on the same barstool he always sat at, order a drink… and just when he’d start enjoying the silence you’d start in on him.

“Damn, today was brutal. Was it brutal for you too?”

“Whew! Wednesdays, am I right?”

“Well you look chipper this evening! Good day today?”

He never answered. You knew he would never answer, you just seemed to love ruining his peace and quiet. 

In the face of his silence, you would usually just carry on the conversation alone. You’d tell him about some kid who’d been particularly annoying that day, or a student who’d finally understood a concept you’d been spending weeks trying to teach them. 

You’d ranted to him about how Kash from your second period class never turns in his homework, which drove you nuts because you knew how smart he was. 

You’d told him about Lily, whose essays were some of the best you’ve ever read from a sophomore even though the kid had convinced herself that she hated history. 

You’d vented to him about Lindsey, the math teacher next to your classroom who complained about every little thing- including the students- careless of whether or not they were within earshot. 

…Okay, so maybe Logan knew more than two things about you. Wasn't like he wanted to, though. 

Today, he knew enough about you to be absolutely sure that something was wrong.

He was sitting at the bar, already down to the last couple sips of his drink, and you hadn’t said a word since he’d sat down. Nothing. 

He fought the instinct to look at you so badly, he really did- but he couldn’t help himself. He’d half expected you to be waiting for him to do so, grinning smugly when your prediction proved correct. Instead, when he finally succumbed to the urge to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, all he saw was your profile wearing an expression he had never seen on you before: stern.

He swiftly turned his attention back to his drink when the bartender emerged from the back and wordlessly started pouring Logan another glass of bourbon before going to crack open another beer for you.

“Something stronger, please.” you sighed. The bartender stopped, a beer bottle already held in one hand with an opener poised and ready in the other. “What he’s having is fine.” you added, nodding to Logan’s fresh glass. 

He and the old bartender both raised an eyebrow at you simultaneously. You didn’t usually order ‘strong’. You usually got something bubbly with a perfectly reasonable ABV. 

A second passed before the bartender simply shrugged and did as you asked, exchanging the bottle in his hand for a larger one and pouring you a glass of liquid amber. You sipped it, wincing slightly before taking another. 

Don’t ask. Logan thought, Don’t say a word, you fucking softie-

“Rough day?” Logan mumbled, his voice like sandpaper after barely using it all day. 

Weak-ass, he cursed inwardly.

You didn’t look at him, just nodded. Logan cringed; he wasn’t good at carrying conversations- that was usually your job. You were so good at it, too, he never even participated and still you always carried on completely unphased. He wished you’d at least give him something to work with here.

“Some kid mouth off to you or somethin’?” 

You shook your head and took another sip of bourbon. “No,” you mumbled, “kids were great. Phenomenal, even.” 

Logan exhaled a soft sigh of relief through his nose, fogging the side of his glass. At least you were talking now. He waited silently for you to continue; he knew you had more to say than that. 

“I taught this lesson yesterday…” you paused before chuckling under your breath. “...I think it might have been one of the best I’ve ever taught. The kids got so involved with it, they practically ran the class themselves.”

Logan watched your shoulders sink sullenly as you sighed. “As a way of helping them relate to the issue of race as it was being discussed during the Civil Rights Movement, I printed out articles for them to read about the issue of Mutants’ Rights.”

Logan didn’t let it show on his face, but that was surprising to say the least. The topic of mutants- outside the walls of Charles’ school, of course- was taboo. It was an important issue, yes, but he didn’t expect it to be brought up in classrooms, at least not while it was still in the news.

“I mean, they’re already seeing it on the news- anti-mutant crime is increasing, advocates for mutants’ rights have started earning followings all over the world. They’re already discussing this topic amongst themselves, so why not use it to help them understand that less than a century ago, their grandparents were discussing policies not much different than the policies being debated today?”

Little did you know, mutants’ rights were also being discussed even then. Being discussed in rooms full of important men who had the power to change the future- for the better or for the worst. Logan remembered it well; he'd been alive when those talks had happened.

“So what happened?” Logan asked, before he realized he’d said the words out loud.

You scowled. “Some kid went home and told their parents what they did at school yesterday. Next thing I know, I’m in the principal’s office getting told off about sensitive topics and keeping politics out of the classroom. How can they expect me to teach U.S. History and keep politics out of the classroom? It’s ridiculous!”

Slamming another gulp of whiskey down with a shudder, you seethed and stared at the wooden bartop like you were trying to set it on fire. “And I’m not even angry for my sake. I’m angry for the sake of the mutant kids that go to that school- and I know there’s got to be at least one, I’ve seen the statistics. They aren’t as rare as people want to think they are, and if even one kid in that classroom is a mutant then they’re about to learn they aren’t even allowed to be themselves at their own school.”

Logan was quiet- as per usual- before replying. “They knew that already.”

Your brow crinkled. “What?”

“They already knew they weren’t allowed to be themselves at school.” Logan said. “Hell, a lot of ‘em aren’t even safe enough to be themselves in their own homes. Parents throw their kids out when they learn they’re mutants, happens all the time. I’m sure your statistics showed you that.” 

This was the most Logan had ever spoken to you. You were rapt with attention, clinging to every word as protective fury for all of those uprooted children clenched your fists. Your fingernails dug into the skin of your palms while Logan contemplatively brushed his thumb over the grooves between his knuckles.

“A mutant in this world learns pretty quick that it isn’t safe for them to be themselves. What you just taught them is that not everybody thinks less of them. Not everybody wants them gone.” Logan hadn’t looked at you this whole time, just kept his eyes forward. Now, as he brought his glass to his lips, you saw his hazel eyes glance your way. “You taught them that at the very least, they’re allowed to talk about this shit at all.” 

You blinked. You gulped. You blinked two more times. All the while, Logan’s eyes stayed trained on you.

“Thanks.” you whispered, too stunned that he had just comforted you to say anything else. 

An awkward sort of silence settled between the two of you. Normally, silence was difficult for you to sit with; you felt this compulsive need to fill the quiet with words. Now, though, silence felt right. You allowed it into your mind to calm the raging typhoon of resentment toward the bitter world you lived in and instead focus on smaller things. You let the sweet burn of your whiskey warm your insides and trickle down to your nerves. You took deep, mindful breaths through your nose and exhaled through your lips, taking note of the way that the air smelled smoky sitting next to your drinking buddy.

It occurred to you now that you’d never actually learned his name, so you asked him. 

He chuckled, grinning ruefully out the corner of his mouth in a way that made your heart sputter. “You don’t wanna go down that road, kid.”

You smirked, acting a bit more like your usual spunky self. “And what road is that?”

“Knowing about me.”

You threw your head back and cackled. “Wow, you’re really committing to that dark and brooding act, huh?” He shook his head but you caught the glint of a tooth as he smiled into his final sip of bourbon. “Fine, I’ll guess. Josh?”

He raised a single eyebrow at you and said nothing. 

“Not Josh, then. What about Eugene? You look like you could be a Eugene.”

“I am not a Eugene.” He grunted. 

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Geez, sorry, not a Eugene then.”

He sighed, throwing you a hard sidelong glance before muttering, “It’s Logan.”

“Logan.” You threw back the last of your bourbon and let the taste of it mingle with the feel of his name on your lips. Both burned deliciously. 

“You gonna give me yours?” Logan asked, his voice rough and quiet, like lonely tires on an empty gravel road. 

You held your glass up in the dim lighting, turning it this way and that to admire the way the image of the neon Michelob Ultra sign behind the bar warped when it shined through.

“That depends, are we getting another round?”

We. The word was new to Logan in the context of you and him. He liked the way it sounded on your tongue. 

“Another bourbon?” he asked you.

“Rye this time, please.” you purred. “That bourbon was a little too sweet.”

You were definitely the first to tell him that his drink of choice was too sweet. 

Shaking his head and fighting a grin, Logan ordered two glasses of rye whiskey as you continued telling him about the lesson you’d taught yesterday. 

He noticed a shift in you as you described the way your students had discussed social issues with the fervor of seasoned politicians. He clocked the way your posture straightened and your eyes sparkled when you told him how proud you were of those teenagers in those moments- how it was like they had all been waiting for someone to simply give them permission to discuss the intricacies of their social structure and how little it took for people to turn against each other when standing by their neighbor became something controversial. 

Before you both knew it, hours had ticked past while the two of you sat at that bar. As usual, you did most of the talking, but a crucial change that had set this conversation apart was Logan. This time, his hazel eyes never left yours. He listened- really listened- to every word you said. He’d never taken the time to learn the way your lips always looked like they were about to quirk up into a laughing smile. He’d always thought that you were funny- pretty, too- but he’d never known that when he actually laughed with you, you got this triumphant look in your eyes like making him laugh had been your only goal all along. 

He was noticing a lot of new things tonight- like the tattoo on your upper thigh that only showed when your dress rode up over your crossed legs. He noticed the dimple that appeared when you smiled wide enough. Noticed the looks you threw his way when you finished laughing that made him feel… something. 

By the time you’d both had three rounds of neat whiskey, it was nearly two in the morning. The bartender had given you both sweating glasses of icy water as a silent reminder of closing time. 

“Don’t you have to get up early, teach?” Logan asked as you gulped down your water at a speed he knew would freeze your brain. 

“I do,” you acknowledged, wincing from the passing brain freeze. “...but I’m a natural night owl.”

Logan grinned teasingly. “That’s pretty irresponsible… aren’t teachers supposed to be role models?”

“What can I say,” you shrugged, “I like my whiskey neat and my bed at three.” 

Something in Logan’s eyes darkened then. “Your bed, huh?”

You caught his drift; you were already drifting that way, too. Your knee drifting closer to his as he reached for his wallet. His hand drifting to the small of your back as he walked you out of the bar. Your eyes drifting to his lips while you struggled to maintain eye contact.

That was how Logan ended up slamming you against the front door of your little townhouse at quarter past two in the morning. 

“Fuck-!” you exclaimed, arching against the chipping white paint and gasping at the feel of the cold glass window as the skin of your back prickled. Logan’s hands- large and grasping at the soft material of your sweater- pulled your torso closer to his as his mouth devoured the lingering spice of rye on your lips. 

For a man of few words, he was suddenly louder than anything else- his noises, his touch, his scent, his taste…

“‘Fuck’ what, doll?” He grunted as his lips traveled behind your ear and down your neck, “You never run out of things to talk about, is this all it takes to shut you up?”

“-ngh… That depends, are you trying to shut me up?” Your voice was breathy, blood racing through your veins as his lips teased the skin where your neck met your shoulder. Logan made a noise that sounded almost like a growl just before biting down on your heated flesh, ripping a surprised moan from you that came straight from your core. 

“Nah,” he grumbled into your shoulder, licking the abused spot that would bloom darker tomorrow. “I wanna hear everything.” 

You whimpered. Actually whimpered at the way you could feel his voice rumbling through his chest as his solid pecs pressed against you. Cradling your face in both hands, he brought your gaze to meet his own. The dim porch light shone through the windows just enough that you could make out his smoldering hazel eyes as he brought your lips to his. 

The kiss was tender this time; richly sweet and intentional as he captured a sigh before it even left your mouth. You relaxed into him, melting into the kiss and letting the heat of his touch unravel the tension that still lingered in your muscles from the day’s stress. His hands left your cheeks, caressing down your shoulders and arms until they found your hands and lifted them to encircle his neck and shoulders. He grunted, grabbing your hips before tapping them in a wordless command to jump. Which you did.

With a little hop, you found yourself wrapped around Logan, ankles locked behind his back and his stubbled jawline prickling your fingertips as you held his face and kissed him hard. You mumbled directions into his lips while he maneuvered the two of you through the house until he found your bedroom at last. 

Mere seconds passed before you were practically thrown onto the bed, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he yanked off his flannel. Your mouth watered at the sight of his arms- not a lightswitch had been flipped since the two of you had entered the house, so the moon remained your only lighting as it filtered in through your gauzy bedroom curtains. Logan was haloed by a bluish, moonlit glow that made him look ethereal as he stood over you in only his jeans and white undershirt. 

Something sparkled under that moonlight… around his neck, you noticed he wore a piece of jewelry that glinted silver. Funny, you thought, he doesn’t seem like the jewelry type. 

You were soon granted an up-close view of it when he crawled over you on the bed. As he leaned in to kiss you again, the cold bite of metal hit your collarbone and you recognized what it belonged to. Dog tags. You made a mental note to ask him about them when you weren’t so preoccupied. 

You gasped suddenly, feeling his hand start to creep up your bare thigh beneath your dress. Your breath hitched in your throat when his warm fingers started to trace the intricate patterns of lace on your panties. 

“Those feel fancy.” Logan’s husky voice whispered into your ear, “Can I see?”

You nodded, eyes blown wide with lust and submission. 

“Talk to me, baby, tell me I can touch them.” he reminded you.

“Yes, you can touch them.”

You could barely see Logan’s face in the dark, but you could tell that he was grinning. His fingers slid into the waistband of your underwear, working them off your hips as he repositioned himself between your legs.

“Good girl.” He purred as he pulled them down your legs and off of you completely. Then you felt him pushing your legs further apart before-

“Holy shit-!” 

One lick up the center of your bare pussy was all it took to rip the expletive from your mouth and reduce your muscles to gelatin. 

“Mmmh..”  Logan’s muffled growl from between your legs sent a wave of pleasure through you, synchronizing with the way his tongue flicked over your clit. You could feel your pussy getting wetter just from hearing him, weeping into his mouth as you unraveled under his ministrations.

Your eyes rolled back with ecstasy as his tongue continued its work- you moaned and arched your back with every lick and every noise he made that sent chilling vibrations through your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar mounting pleasure rising inch by inch within you.

“Fuck, Logan,” you sighed, “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”

Those were the magic words. Logan looked up at you from between your legs with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat and your walls clench- which he felt, since your admission of how close you were was all he needed to slide two fingers inside of you.

He worked you like it was his full-time job, tongue and fingers working in tandem to pull noises, movements, and delicious pulls of his hair from where your fingers had snaked down to his locks. His fingers drove into you, veins and muscles bulging from his forearm as his tongue circled and flicked your clit at a breakneck pace. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, letting overstimulation devour you in waves as you clamped down on his fingers and came hard. “ohfuckohfuckI’m…I’m cumming-!”

It was music to his ears; his fingers kept going, pumping into you and keeping pace with your release. Someone would have to physically rip him away from you to get him to stop before you told him to. It took him a second to register that something wet was dripping down his forearm, and it was you. 

When he finally felt your spasms starting to slow, he gently removed his fingers from your pussy and held his arm up to the light. 

“Damn, baby,” he whispered, his husky voice full of awe and admiration. “Did my fingers make that pussy cry? She needed to cum for me that bad?” 

You watched, wide-eyed and panting as Logan’s tongue caught the bead of your arousal from where it had dripped down to his elbow, all the way up to the tips of his fingers. His eyes closed for a moment as he savored your taste.

“So fucking good…” he sighed, almost to himself, before his hands reached for his belt. “I’ve gotta feel you, baby, you have a condom?” 

You nodded, reaching for your bedside table. You knew you still had some in there, but you’d bought them what seemed like ages ago- you hadn’t brought anyone to your bed in quite some time. 

Feeling around in the nightstand drawer, you finally found the box of condoms… and the single remaining condom inside. 

“I have one left.” You said, holding out the small square package to Logan.

You heard him huff out a little chuckle. “Busy girl.” 

“No, ah… quite the opposite, actually. It’s been a while. I’m lucky I had some left in there, really.” you laughed nervously. 

“If anyone’s lucky tonight, it’s me.” Logan whispered, kicking off his jeans and underwear after yanking his undershirt over his head. You cursed the darkness of your room, wishing you could see more than his moonlit silhouette standing over you in your bedroom- but God, was it a silhouette. Broad shoulders lined in bluish-white light, sweat-sheened pecs and a strong jawline that dipped half an inch when he saw the way you were gazing at him.

Unlike you, Logan could see everything. The night sky was littered with stars beneath a full moon, and all of it graciously allowed him a gorgeous view that practically left you glowing- but he knew you could glow brighter if you bared the rest of yourself to him right now. 

“Clothes off, doll. Let me see you.” 

It wasn’t a suggestion- this was a command. A command you eagerly obeyed as he got to work ripping open the condom wrapper and sliding the rubber down his cock. He was so ready for you, even the soft touch of his own hand rolling the condom on made him twitch as he watched you remove layer after layer until you wore nothing but the moonlight. 

“Goddamn beautiful.” he swore. 

You gazed at him through thick lashes and heavy lids, propped up on your elbows and smiling demurely as you slowly widened your legs for him. 

He couldn’t take much more of this; a growl resonated in his chest as Logan practically pounced on you, enveloping your mouth in a molten kiss as he lined himself up with you and plowed into you without warning. 

“Holy shit-!” you yelped into his mouth, the size of him surprising you as you took his whole length at once. You hadn’t realized how empty you had felt until you suddenly had something to fill you wholly and completely- the stretch was overwhelming and beautiful all at once. You moaned wantonly, clutching at his bicep with one hand and his shoulder with the other. 

Logan groaned as he slowly began pumping in and out of you, reveling in the pleasure he received with every fraction of a movement he made inside of you. You were so tight, muscles already primed and contracting from the first climax he’d brought out of you. 

“You tell me what feels good, baby.” He said, working one arm under your head to cradle it with his forearm, and using the other to lift one of your legs up to hook around his lower back. Once again, his tone left no room for argument. 

“Okay.” you agreed meekly, all the fight you normally had in you suddenly gone now that you had this man seated deep inside you. One thrust and you’d become putty in his hands. 

Logan pulled out about halfway before slamming into you, and the sharp moan you gave him as you clutched his shoulder drove him forward like a war cry. Every thrust was harsh and powerful enough to make you see stars, and you wondered briefly if it was possible for a dick to shatter someone from the inside. 

“What did I say?” Logan grunted into your ear as he fucked you, “I told you to tell me what feels good, baby, didn’t I?” His movements started to slow. “If this doesn’t feel good I can stop-”

“No!” you whined, actually pouting despite yourself. You were a grown ass woman, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d pouted. Apparently he could see it, because Logan chuckled as he lifted your leg from around his back to reposition it over his shoulder, opening you wide for him. 

“Then if this feels good, you better tell me, doll.” 

One thrust in that position was all it took for you to know he’d have you cumming in minutes, maybe seconds. 

“Holy-!” you yelped, and the bastard had the gall to laugh as he speared into your pussy over and over again, hitting that spot each time without fail. “So deep… oh my God, you’re so fucking deep, it feels so good, I’m…” Your voice trailed off as your back arched, pelvis pushing into him as his cock drove into you repeatedly while you moaned loud enough that it didn’t even sound like your own voice anymore. 

“That’s it, baby,” Logan sat up on his knees, cock still sheathed inside you as he looked down and spat onto your pussy. He lifted both of your legs this time, hooking them both over his shoulders before swiping his thumb through the glob of slick that sat cooling on your clit and moving it in little circles as he continued to mercilessly rail you. The movement was even smoother now, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside you that had you seeing God with every thrust. He felt you getting tighter, his dick combined with the soft, wet movements of his thumb were working you into a blithering mess. “You gonna give me another one?”

The way you looked up at him then- eyebrows pulled together helplessly over starlight eyes and bottom lip reduced to a quivering, spit-shined pillow- it was the stuff of dreams. Logan did everything he could to commit this moment to memory; he filed it all away and prayed to whatever god was listening that he never forgot the way you looked like an angel as you writhed under him, whimpering as your second orgasm crashed into you and made your pussy spasm around his cock- somehow feeling strong and soft and wrapped in fire all at the same time. Logan knew his own release wasn’t far behind, and the blood that was rushing to his cock drove him into you deeper and harder until-

Snap!

You both felt the rubber snap open inside you. It launched your eyelids open, had Logan’s movements reluctantly slowing as you looked up at him in alarm. 

“Fuck.” Logan muttered. That had been your last condom; he felt his heart start to plummet as he pulled out of you, inspecting the condom with his hands and sighing frustratedly through his nose when he felt nothing but his bare cock covered in your arousal. 

“Um…” you piped up, your voice small and breathy beneath him. “We can still keep going… if you want.” 

Hell yes. Logan began rolling the broken condom off his cock, perking up at the thought of fucking you raw. He tried not to make a habit of unprotected sex, but if you were on the pill…

“I have an IUD,” you added, as if you could read his mind. 

Logan had forgotten those were a thing. Moments like this always reminded Logan how fucking old he was… he tried not to dwell on that right now. 

“...You sure you’re alright with that?” Logan said softly. “We can stop if you aren’t comfortable.” 

You smiled, running a feather-light hand down his forearm. “I’ll feel a lot more comfortable when you’re back inside me.” 

Something darkened in Logan’s eyes as he looked down at you, lying bare and sweat-sheened on your bed beneath his looming form. He’d been getting closer before, but now that he knew he’d get to savor you without a barrier, without anything to numb the pleasure of feeling you completely… he wanted to make this last. 

“You want it?” 

Logan’s tone was different now; there was a dominant edge to his words that made your heart skip a beat. You suddenly felt the urge to play dumb, to eagerly grant him whatever he asked for and beg him for all the things you wanted from him. Your dignity was fading with every second you spent underneath this man.

“Yes,” you nodded, “yes, I want it.” 

Logan looked down at you appraisingly, making you feel smaller in the best kind of way. He gave a little nod. “All fours then, doll.” 

A thrill rushed through you as you rose to line your mouth up with his cock, before he stopped you with a click of his tongue. 

“Other way.”

Oh. 

Slowly, you shifted, spinning around until you were on your hands and knees facing away from him. Your cheeks heated, knowing how exposed you were to him this way. It made you feel like you were under a microscope, but for some reason that part turned you on even more. 

You shivered as Logan’s hands came down to rest on the flesh of your ass, caressing and squeezing without hesitation. 

“You know how many times I’ve watched this ass walk away?”

You waited for him to continue, but his silence told you that he actually wanted you to answer the question. “Uh… more than I’d ever noticed, I’m guessing.”

You gasped as his hand came down on your ass with a slap. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just enough to surprise you. 

“Every time you left the bar before me, sweetheart.” He said, his voice gruff and thick with lust. “And sometimes I’d go home and think about this ass in this exact position… my fantasies didn’t do you justice, baby.” 

You jolted at a second slap that he delivered to your other ass cheek. Knowing he’d fantasized about you, the feeling of presenting your ass to him like this, the fact that you couldn’t see him from this angle- all of it was overwhelming enough that you actually yelped in surprise when you felt Logan’s tongue on your pussy again. 

“Oh my God-!” You half-gasped, half-moaned as his tongue slid over your lips, into your hole, around your clit. You almost whined when his mouth left you, but definitely whined when you felt him spit on your pussy before slapping your ass again. 

“Good girl,” Logan growled, “keep being loud for me.” 

That was the only warning you got before he plunged his dick into you raw and started pounding you relentlessly from behind. 

You did as you were told, that was for damn sure. Your moans, your cries- all of them merged together into a train of incoherent wailing in rhythm with Logan’s ruthless thrusting. He felt so good, his length reaching places at this angle that made your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open- at one point you might have even drooled. 

Logan was enjoying himself too, grunting and growling as he felt every inch of you squeezing him tighter, tighter. You cunt clung to him, and the soft, wet heat of you was driving him crazy.

“Such a sweet thing,” he muttered, and he was so quiet you couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or to himself. “Always so sunny… so- fuck- dirty now… were you always this dirty, baby? Or is this just for me?” 

You moaned a response, but the mounting pleasure within you muffled your words into more babbles into your sheets. 

Slap!

Logan rubbed the spot on your ass cheek that was inevitably turning red now. “Words, baby, answer me.” 

“Just you-” you moaned, suppressing a sob of pleasure as you felt yourself reaching your third climax of the night. “No one’s ever- ah!- fucked me like this- mmnh!” A strangled moan cut your sentence short as Logan felt you start to spasm around him. Those words, your hot cunt squeezing him tighter than he thought possible- it was enough to push him over the edge as well. 

“Aaahgh- fuck!” Logan’s pleasure overtook him, and he continued his relentless pace as he filled  you while you came around him. Your moans intertwined in that moonlit bedroom, and by the time you were both completely spent your knees had given out, leaving you sprawled on your stomach beneath Logan’s exhausted form curled over yours. 

A couple of moments were all it took for you to wonder what happened now- if Logan was the ‘stay the night’ type, or if ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ was more his style. You had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t a fan of cuddling after sex, so you shouldn’t get your hopes up about him staying the night. Besides, you worked tomorrow, so it wasn’t like the two of you would be getting breakfast in the morning anyway-

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Huh?” You rolled over, turning until you and Logan were both on your sides facing each other on your bed. “Nothing.”

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I know what you look like when you’re thinking about something, you know.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. All those nights at Dusty’s when you’d chattered on and on just to see if you could coax him out of his brooding silence.… you’d just assumed that you annoyed him, that he’d been trying to ignore you.

 But maybe… maybe he’d actually been listening this whole time. 

You sighed, conceding. “I’m wondering if I should ask you to spend the night, and if you’d even want to.” 

Logan looked at you- really looked at you- then slowly leaned toward you until his lips softly touched yours in the gentlest kiss he’d given you tonight. 

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll let me, doll.” he said when he pulled away, before placing one more of those soft kisses to your forehead. 

You woke the next morning to the sound of your alarm and the smell of coffee. 

It was still dark, and you followed the scent of morning brew like a zombie until you found yourself standing in the kitchen with a mug of hot coffee in your hand. 

With Logan, who also held a mug of coffee. 

Wait…

Oh shit. 

The events of last night flooded your mind, and when you finally registered that not only had Logan stayed all night, but woken up before your alarm and made you coffee? You felt like you were dreaming.

“...Good morning.” you mumbled, your voice croaky as it always was in the morning. 

Logan smirked at you, taking in your bed head, your smudged makeup from the night before, your sleepy eyes- all of it was endearing to him. He nodded, raising his mug in a toast. “Morning, doll.” 

You stared at his mug, then yours, focusing on it as if it were a puzzle you couldn’t solve. “You made me coffee.” 

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I did.” 

You took a sip before staring at the mug again. “How’d you know I like it black?”

He shrugged, “Figured anything else would be too sweet for you.” 

You chuckled, inching closer to him and tilting your chin up to meet his in a sleepy kiss. “I have to be at work in an hour.” you groaned.

“I have to be at work in half an hour.”

You gasped, “Oh my god, are you going to be late?” to which he simply shrugged.

“They’ll wait on me. Boss is a softie.” 

“That’s something you two have in common, then?” You grinned, knowing he’d probably hate being called a “softie”, what with his gruff exterior and strong, silent type vibes.

Logan rolled his eyes, pairing them with a wolfish grin. “Is that what you’d call the way I fucked you last night? Soft?” 

You felt a rush of heat at the reminder of last night- you’d be thinking about this encounter for a long time. “That was definitely not soft.” you said, sighing wistfully. “Waking me up with coffee, however-” You clinked your ceramic mug against his and smiled up at him smugly. “-soft. In a very good way.” 

Logan grunted, shaking his head with a rueful smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”

Logan had left soon after that, leaving you to shower and get ready for the day. You hadn’t had a very in-depth conversation with him about where the two of you went from here… but you put that out of your mind for now. You’d have plenty more evening’s at Dusty’s with him to DTR. 

The day hit the ground running at work, keeping you busy enough that the night before only crossed your mind when you sat down and felt the echoes of Logan’s thrusts between your legs. Everything seemed normal for the most part- until fourth period, that is.

“Excuse me,” murmured Kurt, one of your quieter students. “Can I go to the front office?” 

Kurt had seemed off since he’d walked into your classroom that day; nervous for some reason. He was stumbling through his words, his German accented English tumbling from his mouth clumsily. 

“What do you need to do in the office?” you asked him gently. 

He seemed fixated on his watch, fiddling with the dials obsessively and refusing to meet your eyes. “Someone is dropping something off for me. I really really need it.”

Something strange happened then. Kurt’s features- his raven hair, his pale skin- glitched. For a second, his skin was royal blue and his eyes shifted to a golden yellow. Then, as quickly as the changes had appeared, they changed back and Kurt was Kurt again. He glanced down nervously at his watch again. 

Realization dawned on you then, Logan’s words at the bar last night echoing in your head.

 A mutant in this world learns pretty quick that it isn’t safe for them to be themselves.

Your eyes must have widened dramatically, because Kurt went from nervous to frantic. He looked like he was about to try and salvage the situation somehow, but you stopped him. 

“This-” you gestured to Kurt’s watch. “-does it help make school safer for you?”

His eyes were nervous saucers as Kurt bit his lip and nodded. 

“And it’s acting up, so someone from home is coming to help?”

Kurt nodded again. 

“Would you feel better if I walked down there with you, or worse?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding again. “Better.” 

It only took a moment for you to ask the teacher next door to you to watch your class while you walked with Kurt down to the front office. The whole time, your mind rolled through anything and everything that you knew about Kurt.

He was one of the kids from that Xavier Institute that you always drove past on your way to work. Not much was known for sure about the strange boarding school. Officially, all you knew was that some students learned every subject at the school and rarely left, while others studied their core subjects here at the public school and got all of their other credits from the Institute. The rumors, however… they were much more elaborate than that. 

There were several rumors floating around about the Xavier Institute, but the most common one you’d heard was that it was a school for mutants. 

Kurt came from that school, and you were starting to wonder how much truth there was to those rumors. 

“Oh danke Gott!” 

Kurt’s relief was evident as he entered the front office, running immediately to…

Logan?

“Dammit, Elf, I told you to have Hank look at this thing weeks ago- oh.”

Logan’s sentence was cut short when he saw you frozen in the entryway. Slowly, his wide eyes and surprised expression shifted into a devilish smile of recognition. “Hey you.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips. “Hi.”

Kurt looked bewildered as he tinkered with his watch, fitting an attachment onto the face of it that he’d grabbed from Logan the second he saw him. “Do you two know each other?”

Your mouth opened and closed, not quite sure what lie to tell before Logan swooped in with, “All teachers know each other, kid.”

Kurt seemed to accept that answer, shrugging and turning to face the front desk and ask the secretary if she had a screwdriver. You took the opportunity to inch a little closer to Logan.

“You’re a teacher? You didn’t tell me that.” 

Logan shrugged. “You didn’t ask.” 

You smiled ruefully, shaking your head. “Well whatever you teach at that Xavier place…” You beamed up at him.  “they’re lucky to have you.”

He looked back at you, a tender smile stretching his lips just enough to crease the outer corners of his eyes. “They’re lucky to have you too.” 

You felt your cheeks heat at his praise. Eager for something else to look at, you watched Kurt as he expertly worked the dials on his watch. “Kurt’s a great kid. Super smart.” You raised an eyebrow when you noticed the way Logan was watching him, too- proud, fatherly admiration was evident in his gaze. He had been the one Kurt called when he’d needed help…

“You wouldn’t happen to be his…” you asked, to which Logan replied with an immediate-

“No!” he shook his head quickly, “No, far as I know, I’m nobody’s dad.” His voice was low and gruff as he chuckled the question away. He glanced back at you with a twinkle of mischief in his eye before lowering his lips to your ear, only speaking loud enough for you to hear his whispered addition.

“‘Course, I don’t think I’d hate it if you called me ‘daddy’-”

“Okay, Kurt!” you practically jumped away from Logan, face feeling hot as the summer sun. “You almost done with that thing? Mrs. Smith can’t watch our class forever, can she?”

“Just a second!” Kurt mumbled, still focused on his watch.

Your eyes darted to Logan for a moment, taking in his smug little grin and the way his pecs puffed up when he crossed his arms over his chest-

Damn. Barely twelve hours after he’d fucked you into your mattress and you were already horny for him again. 

Taking a deep breath to bring yourself back to earth, you grabbed a post-it note and a pen from the receptionist’s desk, scribbled your number onto it, and handed the little neon pink paper to Logan. 

“Here. In case…” Your eyes flitted around in search of a reason other than in case you want to fuck my brains out again. “...in case this isn’t the last time something like this happens.” 

Logan grinned, tucking the post-it into his jeans pocket. “Of course.” he tapped a sarcastic finger to his temple. “Smart thinking.” 

“Okay!” Kurt said, jogging over to the two of you from the front desk. “Alles gut! We can go back now.”

Logan nodded to Kurt. “Then that’s my cue to leave. See ya, kid.” Then turning to you, he added, “Ma’am.” He dipped his head as if tipping a hat, pulling a small involuntary giggle out from under your breath. 

“Sir.” you replied, mimicking the gesture. Logan’s eyes darkened in the most delicious way when you called him that, and he looked to be biting the inside of his smirk as he turned and exited through the front doors. 

You hadn’t even made it all the way down the hallway before you felt a buzzing in your back pocket. Upon checking your phone, you saw a text had been sent from an unknown number. The content of the message, however, left no question as to whom the sender was. 

Drinks tonight?

You grinned giddily as a schoolgirl, quickly typing out a reply and hitting send just before you re-entered the classroom. 

Do you even have to ask?

A/N: I've never written for Logan before, so I hope his characterization feels right! Writing this felt like walking around in brand new shoes- still breaking them in. If you enjoyed this, let me know! ❤️

Taglist (just a few people I thought might be interested): @the-unforgivenn @ghost-proofbaby @pastel-pillows @munson-blurbs @hellfire--cult

[bbjobo]

Hello hi it’s me, your resident entertainment PR enthusiast. I simply need to talk about the sequel announcement. This is all speculation, but I work in entertainment-adjacent communications and once convinced a household name celebrity to stay at my event to do select press interviews when his wife was going to go into labor at literally any minute, so I like to think I've got a pretty good sense of all of this.

So buckle in, because I'm about how actually fantastic this rollout was, because I’d wager they’ve been planning this since the premiere. 

RWRB came out truly smack-dab in the middle of the actors' strike. We all know just how much press we must have missed out on, because the strike started before promo would have kicked off in earnest. And when it was finally over in November, the actors are potentially out of contract for promotion, and that’s not even taking into consideration that the holidays are coming up and the six weeks from American Thanksgiving to New Year’s is truly a black hole of press. So this little movie has to rely almost entirely on fan reaction and word of mouth to hit because they’re so limited in what they can do for promo. And it IS a hit! Records are broken! Comments for an extended version (which, ok Matthew we get it, does not exist) and a sequel start almost immediately.

The marketing team makes the most of what they’ve got: they’re keeping up the official character accounts, they’re dropping deleted scenes and BTS. We get cornettos! The fireside scene! Bloopers! Notably absent? Brownstone Thanksgiving. We’ve seen BTS photos of it, we know it exists. Thanksgiving 2023 would have been a great time to drop it, but they don’t. This is the approximate point at which my own personal sequel speculation began. After the strike ends, the posting pace slows considerably but it’s still consistent. It’s just enough to keep it in your mind but not enough to be like “why are you still posting this much about it?” And this continues into 2024.

On the contracting side, conversations were likely actively happening at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if negotiations picked up literally as soon as the strike ended. The producers would have had that time to get Matthew and Casey back on board and be fully prepped and ready to move on to contracting actors the minute they could. It’d be a shot in the dark to try to guess when these were finalized, but at some point between November 9 and May 9, yeah, they’re in.

But whew, Nicholas is booked and BUSY. Mary & George drops internationally March 5, The Idea of You closes SXSW on March 17, two weeks later M&G starts airing in the US and Canada, and a month after that, TIOY is available for streaming (and limited theatrical release, which is another whole post), and in between all those premieres, he’s everywhere. He’s criss-crossing the country (and tbh the Atlantic Ocean) for all of these appearances, truly going non-stop. The pacing of the premieres makes it nearly impossible to squeeze in another project announcement, and if they had, it would have been a bigger part of every interview he did after, which is something his own team would be working to balance. Plus between TIOY and RWRB, Prime would have been pitching stories against themselves. Better to let him finish out his other promotional appearances and then switch over.

At the same time, we’ve got awards and red carpet season starting. At nearly every red carpet appearance not for their own projects, both Taylor and Nick are asked about a sequel. If an interviewer is given enough time, they ask about a sequel. Sure, fans comment about a sequel on every vaguely rwrb social post from an official account, but the press asking about a sequel felt like a lot to me. Everyone always gave the same vague answer, that they’d be up for it if the story is right, that they don’t know but would be happy to. (Except one time, Nick does slip up and give an answer that feels a little more definitive here where he says “conversations are being had” all the way back in late February/early March). Press are asking the question so consistently that it felt like if it wasn’t happening, PR teams would have put the sequel on the do not ask list.

Then Prime starts actually ramping up on a FYC campaign for the movie. I'm gonna be honest, I was so surprised. It's a rom com, the odds of a rom com getting any sort of awards recognition is so slim, but I thought, "ok, sure, use FYC as a way to get the promo boost they need for an announcement of whatever's coming next." And then I looked up and Variety has picked it as the winner in the best television movie category, which is blowing my mind. The other categories they're submitting in are stacked and I think a nomination beyond television movie will be a long shot, but again, it's big for it to even be considered. And if they're being talked about, that means Prime's gotta put out a great showing for their FYC campaign.

Which brings us to this week. We start off on Monday with Nick at the Met Gala referring to Uma as his mother-in-law. Incredible. Love it. Wednesday and Thursday are a one-two punch of a FYC event and fan event, and the gang’s all here. At the FYC, we get the industry side of things: new portraits and interviews with Deadline, process talk, etc. Because this little rom com is actually doing pretty well and beating the odds? Knowing what we know now, the PR teams spent this week pre-briefing the press on the sequel announcement. Notable (at least to my knowledge) the sequel question doesn't get asked at the FYC event. Because the press already knows it's coming.

Now, on to yesterday. They do a fan screening and Q&A, and they literally roll out the red carpet. Nine months after the premiere and exactly six months after the strike ended, they get the gang back together with fans of the movie, who they relied on so heavily during the strike to help make the movie a success. The tagline on the screen’s giant promo image has been updated to specifically thank fans for “making history with us.” The moderator for the Q&A is the same person who interviewed Taylor and Nick at the beginning of FYC campaign season, their first joint interview since GQ (right? pretty sure. it's all a blur tbh). And at the end of the Q&A, minutes before 12 AM ET, when the embargo on the press release would have lifted, they make the announcement not to press, but to the fans. The fans who loved the book, who watched it over and over, who spread the word about the movie to help make it one of Prime’s top three rom coms OF ALL TIME.

It’s just… an absolute masterclass in how to execute a major announcement that embraces the fans in a time where fandom and interaction between creators and fans can be an absolute minefield. Prime saw the opportunity to lean into the fannishness of it all and they took it and it was a slam dunk.

So where do we go from here? IDK but here’s some unconnected thoughts in list form like Alex would want.

The book’s 5th anniversary is next Wednesday, the 14th.

Casey’s been posting about working on [redacted] for months at this point, which is almost certainly the screenplay

Nick mentioned needing to be back in the UK for filming soon

They would probably like to release this in US election off-cycle years, so that means 2025 or 2027 (and 2027 is too far away). 2026 would be less bad since it’s a midterm election, but still.

Filming could reasonably start sooner rather than later, and even without an unfinished script

I guess we’re back on content watch for blond hair and BTS pictures

[s1llyalabaster]

Gambling on love - Sampo Koski

Where the mischevious dealer takes a gamble on the chances of winning your heart (but you, being too drunk, doesn't notice it) ~500 words, SFW but implications of intimacy

“Oh , come on! There’s no way I went over 21 with just three cards!” 

You couldn’t even count the number of Blackjack rounds you’d had this night with two hands. Pouches upon pouches of Aideen Tokens were tossed away just from one night of gambling and… way too much alcohol than you should be drinking.

“For me to go easy on you, you’ll have to pay a little somethin’ somethin’ extra, yknow?” 

Oh, Sampo Koski. The dealer who seems to have a lucky charm (or rather, a curse to players) on him at all times. Some people say he uses “black magic” to win every time, while others just think it’s sheer luck. You, however, seem to be extra unlucky when he’s the dealer. 

“Uuuugh! How come it’s always YOU that I lose to?” You growled, the shots of alcohol making you unaware that your voice was almost loud enough to surpass the Dreamscape and into the real world. Sampo smirked, eyes lidded with smugness as he lifted your chin for your eyes to meet his. 

“Only one little gemstone has gambled away his life and gave me a good run for MY own money, dear player. You’d better put out lots more effort to even be on par with him. Or…”

“Unless you beg.”

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you be bolder than ever, but your half-conscious self decided to follow his orders. Sampo watched as both of your knees hit the carpeted floor of the casino, slightly showing off your cleavage. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, no. His prideful gaze was replaced with that of lust. But no, you were too drunk to give consent to actually do…something else with him. Sampo didn’t even know if it was the alcohol talking or not, or if future him was just going to be a one-night-stand. 

“You…”

Sampo couldn’t form a word. He’d probably been staring at you for minutes on end. He grasped your hand and brushed his lips across your knuckles, then proceeded to trace the faint lines of your palms with his slim fingers, calloused from handling casino chips and other…dirty business. 

“Whew… it sure is getting hot in here,” Sampo unbuttoned his shirt, letting his waistcoat and harness free. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, dazed from the alcohol and the sight before you. The mischievous man grinned once he caught your gaze, gripping your arm and throwing it over his shoulder to allow his strong arms to carry you. 

You felt your body slowly land on the velvet couch in one of the rooms in The Reverie. It was intoxicating how Sampo treated you like you were a doll, handling you delicately with his hands touching you ever-so-softly. 

“Don’t go…” you murmured. 

“Oh, I’ll be here with you, darling. ‘Till the end of time.” 

A/N: The "gemstone" referred was Aventurine, in case you guys didn't catch on~

[suzy-queued]

DVD Commentary: These Foolish Games

@stocious asked if I could share behind-the-scenes commentary from These Foolish Games. @shamelessdvdcommentary

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc) I wrote it from March through November of 2022. It's a 15-chapter fic, 96,884 words.

What was the initial inspiration for your story? I love the "Shop around the Corner" scenario where people fall in love via text but hate each other in person. I've only seen versions of that trope where the love portion happens via letters but they remain enemies in real life. I wanted to see what would happen if they were chasing each other in a huge love square. Picture me giggling and saying, "All we want out of Gallavich stories is to see them fall in love over and over again. What if every major character in this story is either Ian or Mickey in alternate forms?!"

What was your favorite scene to write? Hands down, it was chapter 4, when they watched the training video. This Mickey is based on a friend I had in high school named Jason. He and I had health class together, and we'd chat and joke around during class. But two strange things happened: (1) when we were OUT of class, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. It was like I didn't exist. (2) when we watched videos IN class and the lights would go down, it was like we were dating. He'd hold my hand and lock our feet together and trace shapes on each other's arms. I never knew anyone who could Jekyll and Hyde so quickly between three different dynamics. Were we friends, strangers, or crushes? That history with him churns in my brain, and I wanted to capture how that felt in this story.

How did you come up with the title? I took the title from Jewel's song.

Other working titles included: This Bitter Chase Addicted to that Rush Shock + Awe Rules of Engagement Cock it and Pull it Locked and Loaded Brace for Impact A Shot in the Dark Caught in the Crossfire Come Out and Play Mark and Misfire

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice? That every chapter (except one) had a two-word title. I like coming up with chapter titles, and I thought that was fun.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this? I painted myself into a corner with the criminal aspect. My notes said something like, "Hector is doing something related to theft in the facility. This theft leads to unsafe circumstances. These unsafe circumstances are serious enough for his franchise to be threatened." I know nothing about trampoline engineering. I know very little about underground markets and precious metals. You don't hear a lot of media coverage of trampoline parks as mob fronts. I visited soooo many sketchy websites and researched what could possibly net Hector a decent enough chunk of change. I read documents about safety liability and franchise law. The takeaway is, anything can be solved with the right amount of research.

You know what was really fun to research? Videos of people doing wall runs.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story? I started with a more dramatic rivalry between the laser tag staff and the bounce center. It was a blood feud, and if you crossed those lines, you'd be dead. It was a life-threatening and tense dynamic, which we as the readers would see as parody but the characters would take 100% seriously. Total noir, Quentin Tarantino vibes. The more I wrote, I couldn't sustain that intensity with a straight face.

Jett was originally "Finn," but I didn't want "NotFinn" to have the same initials as "Noel Fisher." Chara was originally "Samantha."

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this? I never put so much texting into a story! Whew! It was cool to figure out how to do AO3 skins for this story. I set it up so that Ian's texts were always orange and Mickey's texts were always blue. That was done with a skin, so I didn't have to code it fresh for every chapter.

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterization, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc) I'm most proud of keeping the identities straight. It was … a lot. With all the Shakespearean name swapping, the reader could still follow who was who (I hope).

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line? I can share a little about the process of keeping a long story straight. I made a dossier of all the characters, locations, and scenes as I was going. That way, I could glance at the notes instead of having to re-read entire chapters to find details.

As with all my stories, I hand-wrote this one. I filled three notebooks.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc? One trope is that I create art for each chapter. I also like to create logos for each story I make. Here is the full TigerZone logo:

I also create Spotify playlists for all my stories. Here is the one for These Foolish Games.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity? This is my most commented-on and kudoed fic, which makes me so happy. I think it's well-deserved.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story? Yes. The nerves never go away, no matter how much you've written.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story? Here are a few images that show the inspiration as well as what was happening in my life as I wrote it.

Our family (pre-covid) enjoyed laser tagging and trampolining.

We had a tornado and major power outage in 2022, which didn't stop me from writing. We took a trip to Chicago, and I was poking my head into every laser tag arena we saw.

That summer, as I was writing, Noel was in Brooklyn filming The Calling. I also went to Brooklyn, a few weeks later.

After the story was complete, my husband gifted me a printed copy. 😭❤️

This is open to all writers! Pick your favorite story you’ve written or your most popular or the one you think deserves some more love! Or ask your followers to suggest their favorite fic of yours!

Thank you for the ask! This is so much fun. I can't believe how many wonderful friends I made from this fic.

[cosmiles]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

➢ mha characters as american high school stereotypes

note: this literally makes me laugh every time i read it and i lowkey want to do a part 2

characters: midoriya, mina, denki, yaoyorozu, monoma

content: crack, no ships,

words: 0.6k

I. MIDORIYA — The Summer Glow Up

- ik he spent his freshman and sophomore yr being labeled as a simp even though he was just tryna be nice

- some girls in his class were screaming and hollering about how they had a boyfriend when all he asked was if they needed a pencil

- but whew that sophomore to junior yr summer did him right, giving him a few more inches and a nice deep voice

- when he came in everyone thought he was a new student until he said, “Here”, when his name was called

- now everybody and they momma be lowkey flirting with him

- got people asking him for rides home left n right and has about a million candy grams on valentines day

- poor man doesn’t know how to handle all this new attention since he still feels like the same ‘ole deku from last year :(

M. ASHIDO — The Camerawoman

- yk that person who lowkey gets the perfect shots during a fight?

- yea that’s her

- she’s always looking for fights to record and keeps a schedule of when they’re supposed to happen

- like you’ll see in her school planner “FIGHT @ 1 NEAR FIRST FLOOR BATHROOM” right next to her history hw

- lowkey almost gets suspended one day for "instigating" but gets out of it

- eventually gets tired of having to send everyone the fight and makes an insta page with denki

D. KAMINARI — Runner of the School’s Instagram(s)

- never sleep, fight, or tell him drama

- cause it’s gon on one of them insta pages

- it started with just making a sleep page and then spread like a wildfire

- got so popular he moved on to the drama and eventual fight page that he co-runs with mina

- it got so bad that people were scared to sleep in class and fights were more frequent

- the school can't do too much about it since no one’s snitched on him yet ;)

M. YAOYOROZU — The Nice "It Girl"

- basically the smarter version of cher from clueless

- minus the terrible driving and falling in love with her stepbrother

- always smells so good and will lend you anything you ever need

- just give it back to her or she will hunt you down

- takes the prettiest notes and is the first one to have her hand raised in every class

- the president of student council for all four years

- everyone knows her but she has a small circle of friends

- don’t take her kindness for granted though or you’ll get a lot of nasty stares in the hallway

N. MONOMA — The Devil’s Advocate

- def that guy that you see across the hallway that you think is pretty

- until he opens his mouth and you realize that he has a pretty punchable face

- always starts his sentences off with, “I don't mean to be that person but…” and then goes on to say some mess

- don’t expect him to help you with anything during a group project

- but if he does, you both are gonna end up fighting more than completing the project

- always has a smirk on his face and will start arguments just because he thinks its funny

- the teachers love him yet hate him

- on one hand, he gets the class to engage in discussions, but on the other do they really want to spend their prep period dragging another student off of him?

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr

[the-mandawhor1an]

6 months later...

TLDR: it's Zaddy's and my RP 'anniversary'; artworks; Wolke being emotional about her Tumblr experience; and a fluffy one shot/drabble at the end of the WAY TOO LONG POST

I've alluded to it before, I've commissioned some artwork of the two lovebirbs and they just so happened to get finished this week. Huge thanks to @kenobiwanx for making the two come alive 😭 I can NOT stop staring at them.

LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

Yes these are spoilers for upcoming events but I just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@zaddymandalorian Überraschung!

Back to the actual point *wipes tears off her face*

Let's set the scene...

My dearest Zaddy and I reconnected in November of 2023 as I had been on a work trip at that time and I needed someone to talk to. We'd been talking on and off for the last months, mostly smalltalk and sometimes me complaining about stuff. Worth mentioning is also that I sent her my Maia fanfic back in June. First person to read it besides myself. I've known Zaddy since spring of 2016 ish (which also means I've known her longer than my husband – fun fact) so I felt comfortable with her reading my extremely self-indulgent shit. Everyone needs friends like that ♥

We mused about the roleplays we lost to forum admins being ruthless in their inactive-thread-deletion efforts every 4 months. We had barely started a Witcher RP and I'm sure it would've been awesome if we had continued. We literally stopped 7 ish posts in so nothing had happened really. – Why was it inactive? Well I took a 14 month roleplay hiatus due to me being chronically fatigued. The joys of working a stressful job and being severly anemic. Oops.

I tested the waters and made an offhand comment about maybe giving in and asking her to plot something with me.

This is a very convincing re-enactment of what happened: (translated because we're German potaters)

Well... and that's when the fun began

I, being a total Pedro fangirlie, asked if we wanted to just take the synopsis of my fic and run with that. She agreed, I was happy, she was happy.

So it's been 6 months.

OH. MY. GOD.

I did not think I had it in me to be consistently posting daily for 6 months. We've laughed, we've cried, we've lost sleep over it. We've grinned into our phone screens like maniacs at work and luckily no one asked

And now, 260k words later, I'm still in love with the babies. In fact I'd say I love the little blorbs even more now. Maia has a face, she has outfits (multiple!) she has a family and a story (that's only about 1/3 written so whew we might make it to a million)

Of course I also love Zaddy very much (and I will keep lovebombing your ass, bitch 🖤💜)

You know what, fuck it, I'm mentioning more people. Buckle up! Wolke spreads some love!

@immarocketman for being the first person on Tumblr that I kind of clicked with because we share a love for Pedro and the color purple 💜

@roughdaysandart for 1) allowing me insight in her creative process making a Fanfic comic and b) doodling Maia basically as soon as she made an appearance in text form 💜

The moots: @thefrogdalorian @djarins-cyare @djarins-wife @pedroswife69 for interacting with me, commenting on my posts and being real cute in general 💜

Everyone that ever interacted with me on here has been nothing but friendly, I feel extremely welcome over here. Everyone who liked/reblogged or commented on my posts, thank you so much. 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Now that the sappy whining is over, who wants to read something actually interesting?

In spirit of me being overbearingly loving, I've typed up a bit of fluff from the lovesick fools™ of Clan Mudhorn. Unbeta'd.

It was early in the morning, the sun barely over the horizon and engulfing the room in warm orange light, when Din awoke, a soft and warm body nestled into his side. She let out the softest little hum when he buried his face in her hair, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

"Sleep," he purred into her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead when her face turned towards him. Again, with a quiet hum, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "How am I supposed to sleep when my husband has his hands all over me?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized and gently stroked her hair. "Why are you awake anyway?" she asked, finally raising her head so her sleepy, green eyes looked into his. "Hey mesh'la," he greeted her with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I don't know. I guess the sun woke me up, it's too bright in here." He sighed. "I miss the hut on Nevarro, it was always dark in there." "Come on, it's not that bad here. We needed more space anyway."

She pulled away from him, rolling over so she was on her stomach, hugging the pillow underneath her to get a better look at her everything. "Is the sun too strong, my warrior king?" a grin crept onto her lips as her eyes blinked slowly. Clearly this was way too early for her liking. To be fair, last night went on for longer than anticipated. "Are the little troublemakers awake yet?" She raised her head and turned to face the door. For now it seemed peaceful and quiet in the adjacent rooms.

Knowing well she would rise from the bed to check if he didn't stop her, Din hoisted himself over her body, practically pressing her into the mattress with his body weight. "You're not getting up to check on the kids now, cyar'ika," he muttered, peppering kisses along her shoulder. A chuckle escaped her lips as she rotated her head so she could see him in her peripheral.

She was so glad the mattress was soft enough to just give in under the weight, forming a perfectly human-shaped dent to make way for her body. "Whatever you say, great Mand'alor." For just a second she could feel him grind his pelvis into her butt.

He kept on pressing kisses on her neck, her shoulders, slowly crawling down her spine, kissing every little scar he found on his descent. "You really have to stop saying it like that." "Like what?" "With the bedroom-voice." He stopped to crawl back up to her head and leaned forward, giving her the chance to look into his face. His eyes were darkened, one of his eyebrows twitching upward.

"You're insatiable," she laughed, shaking her head. He slowly lifted off of her, immediately wrapped both arms around her and pulled her onto his chest. "That's your fault, my love." His voice was warm and silky, the vibration in his chest making her shudder. "My fault?" "You're just too beautiful so I can't keep my eyes or my hands off of you for long." "Di'kut" "Gar di'kut, forever." "Forever is a long time," she said softly and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And I'll be happy to spend every minute with you. I love you so much" he took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. She sighed and watched him kiss every finger, eyeing her intently. She was mesmerized by his eyes, almost hypnotized by the dark brown, with the orange light surrounding them it reminded her of embers, glowing and warm.

Forever was a long time and although it didn't feel like it, time was progressing, evident by the threads of silver that sparkled in his dark brown curls. And although she felt like she herself was showing signs of ageing, he always told her she was as beautiful as the day he met her. "I love you more, mesh'la," she replied and rested her hand on his cheek.

"You and the kids are everything to me. I would die for you," he mused, closing his eyes as her finger brushed over his beard toward his lips. Her movements halted and the dark brown eyes reopened, scanning her features for signs of her sudden stop. The small crease on her forehead was enough for him to know exactly what was troubling her.

"Look at me," he pleaded with her, cupping her cheek in one of his hands now. "I know that look on your face. I would doesn't mean I will. Stop thinking about it. I'm here and so are you." Her hand slowly retreated to rest atop of his, thumb brushing over his warm and tanned skin. "Thanks to you, I am. You've saved my life once, I hope you don't have to do it a second time." She smiled warmly and nestled her face further into his hand.

Din grumbled and pulled her face closer, peppering it with kisses wherever he could reach. "I've saved your life twice. But it doesn't matter, you've given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a family now. And the most amazing wife in the galaxy." "I love you." "Until the end of space and time."

Both flinched when they heard a noise outside the bedroom. Instantly both heads were turned to the door, listening for more noises. One of the kids must've woken up, maybe their voices were too loud.

"Any guesses?" Din asked his wife, once again burying his face in her hair. "My gut tells me it's your mini-version," she suapected, turning her head to kiss him gently. "Your gut? Or your Jedi magic?"

Din rose from the bed, stretching his muscles in the morning sun, stared at by his better half. "And you say I'm insatiable." A sly grin appeared on his lips as he put on a shirt, his shoulders and bicep stretching the fabric just enough to make her hum. "The faster you check on the troublemakers the sooner you can come back to bed. Hurry, I'm not done with you."

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Translations:

mesh'la - beautiful

cyar'ika - darling

di'kut - idiot

gar di'kut - your idiot

[dirtysvthoughts]

Can I ask for 34, 40, and 42 with Manager!Seungcheol and Idol!Reader? Thank you! 🙏

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: whew, i got carried away again lol - i really loved writing this, thank you anon! hope you enjoy <3

tags/warnings: manager! seungcheol, female! reader, idol! reader, you and cheol are the same age (yes it matters in the story), some dirty talk, fingering, seungcheol being the comforting person he is, also lowkey filth when it gets to the steamy part, you guys have fully initiated my cheolrot

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34. “each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

40. “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional.”

42. “you’re mine.”

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“are you nervous?” your bandmate looked at you in worry. you hadn’t spoken a word in over 20 minutes.

of course you were nervous. it’s the first music show for your group’s long awaited, highly anticipated third comeback. the girl crush concept you all presented struck the right cord with the public to where you guys had not one, not two, but three songs to perform all in one night. so yeah, your nerves are shot clear through the roof right now.

“yeah i’m fine,” you respond clearing your throat. “it’s a big deal for us tonight, y’know?”

“and you all will do absolutely amazing, so don’t stress out too much,” you turn around to hear the voice of your group’s manager, seungcheol. some of your worry fades into a shy smile upon seeing him.

“makeup and hair are coming in 5, and then we’ll go to the stage for your first full prerecording.” he calls your name and two others to first for makeup, and then you’ll switch with the two who got their hair done first.

—-

you look at yourself in the dressing room mirror, smoothing down your outfit. your black crop and skirt were decorated with belt buckles and for the finishing touch, an oversized black denim jacket. you take out your phone and take a few pics, for your group’s social media page and for yourself.

in the middle of taking a pic with your jacket hanging off the shoulder, you hear the door open. “who is it?” you ask as you put your jacket back on facing the door corridor.

“it’s seungcheol,” he responds as he comes into view, standing at a distance from you. “you okay? i didn’t see you out there with everyone else. matter of fact, you’ve been quiet all day, it’s kinda unlike you.”

you sigh, “i’m fine, cheol, really.. i’m just nervous and a little on edge today. practically the whole world is gonna be watching us tonight and there’s so much anticipation. what if things don’t go the way we think?”

“i can understand your worries. comebacks have a tendency to bring out anxieties, but i’ve been observing you guys from the beginning of this comeback and you all are going above and beyond. you have nothing to worry about. tonight will be amazing and every schedule after that.” he approaches you and he puts his hand on your shoulder. “you’re going to do amazing tonight. i know you are, but you have to believe it too.”

his deep voice and reassurance brings a wave of calm to your body. you truly had one of the best managers in this career. you bring your hand to meet his. “thanks, seungcheol. i don’t what i’d do without you.”

“no problem, you’ve got this! and this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your manager, but you look really good tonight by the way. just putting it out there,” he says bashfully.

“you think so?” you shyly smile, squeezing his hand. you turn around to face him. “well, this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your artist, but i think you always look good,” you seductively say as you draw a line on his collarbone.

he holds you by your waist to draw you in closer, your lips centimeters away from each other. for the longest time, you couldn’t deny your physical and emotional attraction to your manager - he was the man you dreamed would be yours one day, and for him to have you this close? this was a dream come true.

“well if you feel the same way, then i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional,” he whispers before smashing his lips into yours, caressing the side of his face into the palm of your hands. you return the fervor of his kiss, snaking your fingers through the back of his hair. he gently pushes you down on the mirror table, taking off your jacket and tossing it to the other side of the room. he slots a leg in between and it takes everything in you not to moan loudly.

“i can’t believe this is happening,” you whisper in between kisses, roaming your hands around his back. “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this… each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

seungcheol can feel his dick twitch at those words. you both really were on the same page. had you been on his mind a few times a few nights when he would get off in his room? perhaps.

“tell me then, what did you think of baby? tell daddy, my love.” he rubs his fingers over your panties, admiring how wet you were getting at just his touches.

“well, i had this one dream a while ago… i was wearing this one lacy lingerie set you got for me and my hands were tied with your belt. you punished me for being a naughty little thing and you made me cum three times that night. when i woke up, i needed you so bad,” you whine out remembering how the next morning, your panties were completely soaked.

seungcheol groans at the image you created for him. he had to take you home after everything was all said and done tonight.

“well there’s no need to fantasize anymore, i’m right here baby. you’re mine.. all mine, if you’ll have me.”

before you can respond back yes, he inserts two fingers in your panties and begins to slide them in and out of you at a slow, yet steady pace. you continue to call out for him, holding onto him for dear life.

“do you think people will start looking for us?” you ask, noting that even though it’s only been a few minutes, you’re pretty sure someone would notice that you and cheol had been gone.

“probably.. do you think you can finish in a few minutes? i’ll make it up to you later, i swear!”

you sigh, a little sad that you couldn’t continue for a little longer, “you better make it up to me then.”

he picks up the pace, now going faster. you try and match the rhythm of his fingers with your hips, grinding it out. the combination of the two after a few minutes is enough to bring you to the edge.

“ch-cheol, i-i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!” you breathily whine out, burying your face in his broad shoulder. “please t-tell me i can c-cum, p-please?”

“you’ve been so good for me havent you? go ahead, cum all over my fingers, baby,” he says and you immediately come, your juices coating his digits. he brings them up to your mouth and you eagerly suck them clean, loving how you taste on his fingers.

“well.. that was something,” you say as you both laugh together, seungcheol helping you to get up. you smooth your outfit down once again, thankful that you looked relatively the same outwardly before he fingered you. you put your jacket back on and do a double check in the mirror to make sure you’re 100% fine before stepping out the door.

“okay, let’s go,” you say as he lets you walk first, trailing behind you. as you open the door handle, you pause at stare at seungcheol.

“what?” he asks a little confused.

“you better not leaving me hanging, cheol. i’ve been thinking about this for a long time now.”

he chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “i promise i won’t. besides, this is about to be a phenomenal night for you, why not cap it off with something special?”

you smile as you open the door, walking out first, your mind already wondering to how he would pleasure you. “i can’t wait until then,” you say winking at him before disappearing from his sight.

[camryntheking]

Season 4 reaction

I might just do this for every season cos i need to rant (Autism things. Iykyk).

Ok. 4x03. The whole Eddie and Hildy thing is so fucking funny. And Buck and Chris teaming up to get the coffee maker is so domestic. I love it so much lmao

And naturally i watched 9-1-1: Lone Star 2x03. Ive seen some episodes so i have some knowledge about the characters, but not much. But its so funny. TK always knew lmao

Then we have 4x05. Buck Begins. Man i almost cried so many times. I knew about the Daniel thing but i didnt know the whole story and. Whew. Its a lot. But im glad he has the 118 and Athena to help him and to be his family. Maddie to. I can see both of their sides tho. But when Buck got the clean bill of health Eddie was just like a husband waiting for him to come home lmao. I love them so much. And the ending scene with Maddie and Buck is so sweet 🥹

And i know its not my usual topic, but in 4x07, the whole plot with David, Michael, and Bobby is so funny. I dont know much about Michael’s storyline, so i am actually clueless as to how it turns out. But the three of them are so great together and i hope to see more!

4x08. I know some about Taylor. So the fact she is back is making me 😠. And she did not have to call Buck out like that. Homeboy has been through some shit and is trying to figure it out. But Buck and Chris’ friendship is so pure and i love them so much❤️❤️

4x11. Athena’s “dont even think about it Buck” has me CACKLING. She is such a mom to him and its amazing

And Jealous Eddie in 4x12 with the treasure hunt? Homeboy does NOT like Taylor (cant blame him tho). And Chim and Hen’s friendship is fucking amazing. But the whole 118 trying to find the treasure is so funny. The fact that Ravi found it first tho? I love that man

4x13. Eddie is already having doubts about Ana. Homeboy does not like women and you cannot convince me otherwise. And the scene of Eddie getting shot made me cry. I can definitely see why people think that this is where the Buddie arc was supposed to happen. Cos they held eye contact and Eddie reached out for Buck. And that could be seen as platonic but knowing everything we do, it just seems like it was a set up for a romantic arc

And 4x14 starts with Buck crawling under a fire truck to get to Eddie. Without a second thought, he rolled under a firetruck, the thing that caused so much trauma, to get to Eddie. And Eddie was so concerned that Buck was hurt even though he was the one bleeding. And i guess Taylor can have her good moments. But the scene where Buck tells Chris what happened breaks my heart. He was trying to hold it together for Chris but once he knew that Eddie made it through surgery? He couldnt hold in his emotions. And then when they are talking about the will. Its so soft between them. And Eddie just knows that Buck wouldnt say no to taking in Chris. And i think that just shows how close of a bond they have. This was totally a set up for a romantic arc, but of course F*x had to shut that down 😒

“Because, Evan” 😭😭😭

And i love that Albert is gonna be a firefighter. I love that man

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep5

• whyyy did the scene start out like a horror movie again 😫 • maximus [disguised as lord titus] with thaddeus, having a good time regaling each other, even listening to music, and hanging out ☹️ • this is probably the closest these two have to friendship of any kind [dane is the only other friend maximus has and i don't think thaddeus has anyone like that tbh] • the way they're talking, it sounds like they're been drinking because why thaddeus ask maximus to suddenly brand him, like drunkenly getting matching tattoos with a friend gdkgdkg • not sure how official the branding ceremony was but the difference between maximus silently receiving his brand opposed to thaddeus loudly screaming during his is too comical • lord titus would've never been this nice to thaddeus and i don't really know why maximus thought thaddeus would accept the deception after being told the truth. dane was right about the brotherhood of steel. there's no leaving. there's no getting out • but i did have hope he would • "we can still be friends" ☹️

• thaddeus is shocked it's maximus and logically for the world and organization asks where's lord titus • thaddeus clearly starts to suspect that maximus did something to lord titus--- if maximus hadn't have lied in the first place about what happened to lord titus, maybe thaddeus would have believed him, but then again, this would mean maximus never being in the power suit. i think lord titus' threats on maximus' life over maximus' inefficacy at squiring for lord titus motivated maximus for all this • "it's the brotherhood, they'll find out" everybody shifted in this scene. thaddeus is implying even if maximus tells the truth, the brotherhood of steel will still likely kill him anyways because of the failure of his squiring with lord titus, i get thaddeus not taking any of this at face value because that's his head too

maximus deciding to basically kill thaddeus now that he's not on board [oof]

"i should have known better than to trust you", i don't know if this conversation could have gone all that differently considering but thaddeus betting against a twelve piece cast iron skillet set is crazy

yeah maximus wanted to kill thaddeus but i don't think he meant to crush his foot [he really does drive that thing like a shopping cart]

maximus begging thaddeus not to leave him in the power suit after deactivating and him saying he'll kill him in the same breath. thaddeus telling maximus he should have in response. whew!

"the stinky old head's mine now" pleaseee 😭

maximus claustrophobically sweating to death in that power armour and then them big ass radroaches come? i would've been full blown screaming

lucy is a good shot after all actually and her stomping a radroach into the concrete was marvelous

it's lucy's sweaty knight in shining armour 🥲

maximus asks to be let out and lucy's like "believe me, i really want to trust you but… i've had a rough week." cooper done shook her whole world up 😭

i don't want to say it was for her own good because i don't believe that but it did teach her a lesson, that she really shouldn't trust people and to be wary of anyone in the wasteland

lucy is in the middle of talking and throws right up. maximus informs her she has radiation sickness. he then goes on to tell her he has radaway but it's in the power suit, and tells her she can have it if she lets him out

"i really want to believe you but… practically every person i've met here has tried to kill me so…" 😭 she had learned a hard lesson at what cost

old lucy would've let him out, no questions asked but it's good she's questioning it because who is he and why did someone disarm him? did they have a good reason to, you know?

maximus lets lucy know not getting the medicine means she'll pass out and her passing out means certain death for them both

maximus lies again and tells lucy he is lord titus and she truthfully tells her name • maximus is about to explain how to let him out the power armour and lucy already knowing, can't believe she right away starts asking what model the power suit is [t60], going into a war history lesson about its usage, talks about seeing them in engineering manuals, and even starts rattling off the precise specifications on the inside before passing clean out in maximus' arms--- • [that's a little romantic but another thing] • cooper and lucy have overlapping knowledge and on this basis would be so interesting for cooper to see this girl is damn near a military history and engineering nerd. imagine they have a scene where she tells him something even he doesn't know about this stuff he was there for • tbh them cleaning up vault 32 made it way easier for norm to enter vault 31 • "we know what's in there" and it's in relation to vault 31's experiment and that knowledge ultimately destroying everyone in vault 32 • chet to norm is like yeah let's get the fuck out of here • chet's real name being chester [this is cute] • i don't know if i mentioned this before but the height differences ™ between chet and norm are molte bene • betty obviously onto them like i knew and them lying about planting potatoes lgdlgdlfg [anyone's guess if she believes them] • maximus actually giving lucy the radaway 🥲 • maximus revealing he didn't even know people lived in the vaults, lucy asking "what did you think was in them?" and maximus simply saying "monsters." is so wild given the vault experiment lore and the fact that in the next episode, they go on to be inside a vault full of people used as experiments who could be deemed "monsters" • "just regular folk like me" vault 32's experiment has gone well • maximus saved lucy and was just going to walk away asking nothing further of her 🥲

• tracker coming in handy and lucy's bargaining the head in exchange for the brotherhood of steel's help probably would've had some ground [at least maybe in the video games] but maximus is wrapped up in so many lies, there's no way he would've made good on this deal • which is funny! because a legion of them descend on moldaver's place in the observatory anyways • "you could have been lying about the medicine, and you weren't. and you could have killed me when i collapsed back there and you didn't. i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me." oh lucy really does coax goodness out of others just by being herself • lucy tells about how easy life in her vault is and that the worst experiences are people forgetting to say thank you. maximus thinks it's "a nice way to live". he already is imagining what it would be like to get away from the brotherhood of steel • lucy and maximus shake on it, there's a rainbow of light in between them, a search of google details that rainbows are a [universal] symbol of love, hope, peace, acceptance. a little something again for you romantic types

• "democracy in action" and the election results are more than likely being rigged in favour of vault 31 transplants • lucy asking maximus what's happened in the last two hundred years and maximus asking what she means? it's like they're not even from the same planet • but you know who could tell her what happened directly after the bombs fell? cooper • this scene is actually so crazy because maximus says "the bombs fell when i was a kid" and lucy, confused and in a sarcastic way responds "is that what they tell you in your brotherhood?" and at this time, i didn't fully understand what had happened at shady sands and was only operating on the knowledge of the initial bomb drop two hundred years ago, they're talking about two separate events and don't realize it

• one thing i did see was a post here that said it was possible lucy and maximus could've been at shady sands at the same time 🥲 • the way she was kinda making a dig at him for being in a cult when they both are 😭 • maximus digs right back but then responds with something very telling "you thought you would show up to some warlord with no armour, no help, and expect him to just turn over a hostage to you? did you really think that that would work?" is he calling the brotherhood of steel warlords? oof • lucy breaking from vaulty delusion to admit vault dwellers are naive [true] and gives an example of thinking the big light™ in the vault was the sun [you were just a baby 😭] • "i really thought that the big light on our farm was the sun" and it was. because lucy was in shady sands. 😢 • "i realized it was just her that made it all feel so real" and this is how lucy is effecting the people around her including but not limited to cooper and maximus • then lucy asks are people up there flat earthers lmao

• norm messing around in the intervault archive seeing that every single overseer for vault 32 has been from vault 31 [this is suspicious and as we learn, a conspiracy going back hundreds of years as vault 31, 32, 33 experiments] • "so you guys use prewar technology to find and collect prewar technology to make sure no one has prewar technology" yeah that's uh totally the good guys 💀 • for a split second lucy had maximus questioning the ideology gfldgl • "you armed?" "no." "yes we are." "are you armed?" "no." everybody and they momma lyin' 😭 • "they said they're not armed." "they're lying." "you're lying!"--- riveting! television! 😭 • "are you trying to fuck us?" and come to find out they're fucking cannibals • lucy feels like the only sane person here and it's so fucking funny she pulls out the pacifist dialogue because she interjects with "ok, uh, i think we're all feeling some tension, yeah? a little stress? uh so why don't we all take a deep breath?" "what the fuck are you talking about?" y'all there's tears in my eyes again 😭 • lucy implementing a deescalation attempt by raising their hands as they go across the bridge. why them people comply 😭 • "you already said you don't have any weapons." "and neither do we!" a lying match if i ever saw one • the song that plays in this scene ["ladyfingers" by herb alpert & the tijuana brass] because it has an old west/country western feel to it, it's an instrumental so i can't glean much for meaning but it's nice • the first time i watched this scene, i was taken aback by how large the girl's eyes on the opposite couple were, the two felt like foils to lucy and maximus • anyways, the horrible looking people got a taste of the blicky • lucy, in shock asks "why?" maximus shows that they are fiends, they eat people • maximus "tis but a scratch"'s the tooth in his arm • "i hate it up here" lucy is so fucking tired of wasteland bullshit 😭

• seems like a situation conveniently happens to push people to vote for people from vault 31 in overseer elections hmmm... • chet kinda wants to stay in line but i think he's almost scared to find out what lies beneath • mashed potatoes being better is what hank and steph say about vault 31, then we pick up with mashed potatoes served to the prisoners. interesting • lucy being truly confronted with the reality of her life and the wasteland--- the new california republic and shady sands. population 34,000+. she asks if it's real and it was. "what about reclamation day?" don't think maximus even knows what that is. lucy realises her, her vault, its residents and vault tec's entire vault system was rendered redundant. truth is, the wasteland never needed vaults particularly and civilization continued on without the need of vault dwellers and their reclamation ideology

• maximus goes on with "well, if it makes you feel any better, it didn't work out" and maximus was there that day. he had a good life. and then hank and others like him took that away from them. • it must've been really hard for maximus to show lucy the bomb crater and where his life changed forever, that's personal and vulnerable • lucy inquires about what happened with maximus going "it's the same thing that always happens. everyone wants to save the world, they just disagree on how." and that's fallout • up until now it wasn't obvious to lucy but maximus reveals he was a survivor of shady sands • saw a post here do a little colour analysis on cooper and barb and bring up how barb is in red tones [rather earthy and skintone like, peaches and pinks] and cooper's is blue and yellow like vault tec's [cannot find if this is merely coincidence for the lore] but anyways, the lavender taffy in the third episode is a shade of purple? you know who else when combined are a shade of purple? lucy in her vault suit and maximus in his power armour onesie. i will go further to say how intriguing it is both these characters in red have valid motivations but find themselves in positions of the wrong at some points

• the rotten tooth inside maximus' arm is making him bleed too much so lucy searches to find something to help him • hysterical lucy goes into this abandoned looking building with like no fear like sorry y'all she is for the capital wasteland streets 😭 • maximus did not want to do all that but went guns a blazin' gldlgldl • this place being related to vault tec so of course sick experiments • did not realize the door handle was a sticker inside the trick floor chute room lucy and maximus fell down into • "i spoke with the overseer of vault 31" and it's a brain in a jar! a talking brain in a jar! • who covered up i mean cleaned up vault 32, though? • the song choice ["what a diff'rence a day makes" by dinah washington] for this scene though

• they covered up everything, surely betty knows norm and chet was in there • "separated to prevent the spread of threats" ironic • the vault 32 computer conveniently smashed for optimal evidence erasure • betty lying? about burying [lucy] and norm's mother rose and lying about burying rose's pip boy with her leads me to the idea surely betty partook in shady sands, surely • thank goodness the denizens of vault 4 were good people 🥲 • lucy happy to be back in a vault and i totally get her lol

[mysteryshoptls]

R Malleus Draconia PE Uniform Personal Story

"This is a first"

[Sports Field]

Heartslabyul Student: Look. It's the Malleus Draconia… He's really taking class in his PE uniform.

Octavinelle Student: Since we're not in the same class as him, we don't really see much of him, so it freaks me out whenever he's in a joint class with us.

Malleus: …

Heartslabyul Student: Looks like he's gonna be stretching on his own. Wanna reach out to him?

Octavinelle Student: No way! It might just be stretching, but what if he puts a curse on us just for pushing down on his back?

Malleus: …

Cater: Malleus-kun, you're all alone. Want me to ask my partner if you can join us to make a trio?

Malleus: I do not mind being alone.

Cater: There you go saying something all dreary again! Don't you think you should be making some fun, exciting school memories here every once in a while?

Cater: These are precious memories, yeah? They'll probably last forever, y'know? …Ooh, yeah! Memories are better if there's a physical reminder ♪

Malleus: Diamond. If there is something you wish to say to me, why don't you speak plainly?

Cater: Aha. Guess I was obvious I had my own plan up my sleeve, huh?

Cater: Wellll, I thought maybe I could upload you to Magicam～

Malleus: Magicam?

Cater: Basically, I wanna take a picture of you! Ah, and if you want, I'll join you for it ♪

Malleus: I was curious what your aim was… Just a photo? You called out to me for such a thing as that?

Cater: I'd been waiting for that chance that we'd be in the same class, y'know ♪

Cater: I bet you in your PE Uniform'll totally go viral, don't you think? 'Specially because I bet photos of you are rare in the first place!

Malleus: I must admit, this is a first. I never had someone like you wish to take a picture of me before.

Cater: I mean, I guess it might be pretty difficult for people to ask you for a pic normally. Kinda like, you got too much of an intimidating aura, Malleus-kun.

Cater: Like, you're a bit out of our league, or like, we can't really read what you're thinking… And maybe just a little scary～?

Malleus: …

Cater: Sides, us commoners can't even hope to think about what your personal life is like.

Cater: Like, do you even show up in pictures? I'm just kidding. Obviously, you'd totally show up, right～? Ahaha!

Malleus: …

Cater: Haha… Uh, oh. Malleus-kun, did all that make you made?

Cater: Sorry, sorry, I was just kidding around.

Malleus: Of course not. I would not be angered by such banter.

Cater: Ah, whew, glad you're the type of guy who can take a joke.

Cater: I mean, Malleus-kun, you're an enigmatic and mysterious guy, after all. You scared me just a bit there.

Vargas: That's it for stretching, everyone line up!

Cater: Ah, he's calling us. 'Kay, we can talk about this some other time…

Malleus: Alright, Diamond. I do not mind. You may take a photo of me.

Cater: Oh! Awesome～ Glad you're up for it!

Cater: Cay-kun's so happy～! Thanks, Malleus-kun ♡

Malleus: So... What sort of photo were you hoping to capture? Unfortunately, I have no experience with Magicam.

Cater: Hmm, let me think. We're in our PE Uniforms, so we should make it look like, "we're about to exercise," or something like that? And our hashtags can be…

Cater: #NRC #MalleusDraconia #SportsAttire #PhysicalEducation #SSR

Cater: …How about that?

Malleus: Then, why not take one while I run?

Cater: Ooh, nice, nice～! Let's try to take one shot like that ♪

Cater: Ah, but you only need to pretend to run, 'kay? If you really run, you'll come out blurry on the picture.

Malleus: Pretend? Then would that not be a fabrication?

Cater: It's fine, it's fine, that's basically all Magicam is. Rather than a blurry picture that I can't enhance, it's more important to make it look good from the start!

Malleus: Is that so?

Cater: That's so! Okay, then let's snag a pic ♪ Can you make it look like you're running?

Malleus: Like this?

Cater: Can you lower your arm just a bit? And tilt your head a little…

Cater: OK, OK, perfect! This'll be a great picture.

Cater: Okay, I'm gonna take it. Say ch…

Cater: …eese!

Cater: And hey, why'd you move? If you move then, it'll be blurry, and I won't get a good picture.

Malleus: Ah, apologies. It seems I unintentionally tensed up there.

Cater: Eh～ Did you seriously get nervous there for a bit? Wow, you got an adorable side to you too, huh ♪

Cater: OK, no worries! Just relax～ We'll try again ♪

Cater: Say ch…

Cater: …eese!

[zoom!!]

Cater: And this time he ran off! Hey, hey, Malleus-kun!? Where are you going!? Come back, already.

Malleus: What is the matter, Diamond?

Cater: H-Hey, come on. If you move that much, I won't be able to take a picture～

Malleus: I see, what a bind. …Ah, perhaps…

Malleus: You are unable to take a picture of me because I am a scary, enigmatic, and mysterious guy who you cannot read?

Cater: …Eh? Hey, isn't that what I just said earlier?

Malleus: I couldn't say.

Cater: It totally is! Ehh～ You're totally holding a grudge!

Cater: Guess that really did bother you earlier. C'mon, I'm sorry, OK?

Malleus: It does not faze me. You may take as many pictures as you wish… If you can capture me, that is.

Cater: C'mon, you're really gonna tease me like that～?

Cater: Oookay. I'm definitely gonna get that miracle of a picture of you and totally go viral, so you better be ready for it!

Requested by Anonymous.

[astoldbyaja]

Balance - AU JJK - side plot #2 - Happy Birthday!

Toji asks Bee about oral. Bee shows him what her mouth does. Toji lets it slip and calls Bee Mommy!

“You ever go down on the guys you’ve been with before?”

I was just placing some night cream on my face, not thinking too much of my boyfriend’s question.

“Yes, loads of times.” I replied.

“Whew, what? Loads of times. Spit or swallow?” he asked.

“I am known to my ex-lovers as a cum guzzler, I drank a lot cum to get that title, and I will take that title with me to the grave.” I said shamelessly with a purr as I cut the bathroom light off and stood in the doorway smirking at Toji who’s on his back, only wearing a heavy white t-shirt and no pants. His large hand was stroking his thick cock. I smirked noticing how tight his balls looked. “I guess you liked that answer?”

“I fucking loved that answer!” he growled, his scarred lip twitching into a light snarl. I grinned and gently walked into the room crawling onto the bed moving to kiss his inner thigh which earned me a light groan.

“Think I can continue claiming that title with you?” I purred. I could see his pupils were shot and he nodded quickly removing his hand, his cock twitching immediately from lack of contact. I smirked moving up his leg, my soft hands gently sliding up his legs and spreading them even farther apart.

“You continue to surprise me every day, Bee.” he said. I smiled gently pressing my face against his shaft, a part of my smirk being shown to him. His cock smelled like my soap as he had taken a shower first.

“I know.” I replied breathlessly against his shaft, I noticed a vein pulsing from my warmth breath hitting him. He shuddered and I stuck my tongue up and immediately licked over his balls going up his shaft.

I felt his body jerk now as his balls twitched from the sudden attention. He let out a low groan and I hummed lustfully as I moved my tongue up and down his shaft introducing my tongue to the flavor of him. I licked long slow lines up his body, and already I see his hands grip my bedsheets from the corner of my eyes. I taste something sweet and gooey and I realize it’s his precum. I moan lowly as I continue to move my tongue up and down in a slow motion as if I was licking an ice cream cone and when I reached the head of his cock, I let my tongue gently press into his slit and apply gentle pressure.

“Fuuuck baby that feels so good.” he moaned out and I chuckle as I continue exploring every inch of him. He’s bigger than any man I have ever had, but I liked a challenge. I would like to think I had good control of my gagging and my deep throating has never failed me before. I moved down to his balls sucking the right and massing the other with my hands.

Toji moaned out louder, panting heavier and his hips were slowly bucking up a bit.

“Baby please!” he swooned and I gave a gentle hm noise.

“What do you want my darling?” I asked.

“Stop teasing me! You want to take home that title or were you just all talk?” he teased. I was about to lick over his balls again when I paused at his words. I felt a tightness in my chest now. It wasn’t anger, it was excitement from being challenged.

“All talk, you say?” I purred darkly now leaning up until I was inches from his pink mushroom head. I kept my eyes on his cloudy eyes and opened my mouth. I then moved down and let his thick cock slide right down my tight throat. My eyes didn’t leave his and I watched his own shut tight and a loud moan escape him as he falls back in utter bliss.

“Jesus fucking shit!” he said. I gagged around his shaft but held my mouth down on him letting my saliva coat him, feeling him twitch in my tight throat. His hands shot up and took hold of my hair and he pulled me up just a bit and began to fuck my mouth deep and faster. “Mm, I’m sorry baby! You take me nngghh so well!

I let him have this moment before my hand came up and grabbed hold of his tight balls giving them a rough squeeze. Now he yelled out, body stopping, and I removed my head from his cock, a long strong of saliva going from my mouth to his cock. I felt it dribble between my breasts. Now I started to jerk him off with a frown.

“Did I give you permission to fuck my mouth!” I snapped jerking him raggedly. I watched the submission flutter into his eyes, that I was not expecting. Toji is always one to take the lead, sure he’ll let me ride him occasionally, but he loved bottoming out in my pussy gushing about how he enjoys when I submit to him. So seeing him like this made me very exciting, a familiar heart beat was pulsing in my walls.

“’M sorry!” he begged gripping the bed sheets now as I continued to jerk him off. I now smacked his inner thigh.

“Say it again!” I commanded.

“I’m sorry Mommy!” he cried. Now my nipples hardened, and I felt my vaginal walls start clenching and unclenching.

“You want to fuck my mouth, you had better ask for permission next time!” I said giving his cock head a firm squeeze before coming up to twist one of his nipples. His cock twitched violently, and he moaned out loudly and nodded.

“Good boy.” I said before moving back down to take his cock back into my desperate mouth. I moaned and sucked on his cock pulling more and more moans from this man’s mouth. He a mess, his pre-cum dripping down my throat and I drank it all greedily. I continued to massage his balls, feeling his hip muscles tighten.

“Mm fuck! Just like that baby *pant* *pant* You’re making me s-see stars!” he moans, and I take him down my throat and hold my mouth there for a bit gagging around him and even rewarding him with a few coughs before pulling my head up and holding my tongue out so that some saliva can drip lewdly down onto his cock head.

“Baby please, sit on my face! I want to taste your pussy while you taste my cock!” he pants raggedly. I look at him and crawl up his chest, my chin covered in saliva and precum. I began to roll my fingers around his nipples and his mouth went slack a bit.

“What will you do for me if I let you taste this pussy?” I asked.

“Anything! I’ll fuck you so deep and breed your pretty pussy until you pass out!” he said. I hummed gently at his words. He knows I love it when he talks about filling me up with his hot cum.

“Am I still all talk?” I questioned and he shook his head immediately.

“Fuck no!” he said quickly. I moan at his words.

“Beg me again.” I whispered.

“Please Mommy!” he moaned, and I smirked kissing him sloppily of which he returned it before I leaned up and positioned my body so that my legs were on either side of his head. He grabbed my ass cheeks tight and pulled my hips down and immediately attacked my clit. I cried out as I felt his lips basically making out with my sensitive pearl.

That throbbing began to grow, and I responded by taking him back down my throat. The room was filled with our moans and pants and grunts. I slowly ground my hips against his face, and he replied by pushing his hips up so his cock went further down. We couldn’t control our hips that was for sure. His tongue pushes into my wet, puffy folds and immediately my walls try to lock down on him. I cry feeling my stomach muscles tighten and bursts of electricity shooting up itno my body in waved. I feel his arms lock around my hip.

“Shit! Want this pussy to suffocate me! You good down there baby?” he calls. I give a thumbs up and continue taking him into the back of my throat. I moved slowly for a bit, teasingly slow almost and it earned me a whine from my love. “Fuck keep that pace baby, I’m gonna cum… mmm I’m gonna cum down that pretty little throat!”

And I wanted that! I wanted him to shoot his load all the way down my throat. I could feel that coil tightening sensation, and I was moving faster against his tongue until we both moaned out.

“FUCK!” he roared out, his thighs shaking violently. I feel ropes of cum shoot up into the back of my throat and my throat began to swallow, remembering what to do the moment cum fills my throat.

All the while, I’m feeling waves of pure, raw pleasure shake my body and Toji starts to finger me as I ride out my orgasm. After a few seconds, I raised up, arching my back and glancing back over my shoulder at Toji who’s head was just flat against the pillow a gentle pant exiting him. I smirk down at him, and he glances up at me and I let my tongue hang out to show the last drop of his cum on my tongue before it goes back into my mouth and I swallow. He groans and chuckles now moving to turn my body around and I collapse on the spot beside him. He pulls me into him hugging me tight.

“That was amazing.” he said. I smile sweetly.

“Happy Birthday my darling.” I said. He smirks and sticks his tongue out to me and I mimic the gesture and we let out tongues touch, before our lips suck each other in and we taste our juices on each other’s tongue. Toji leans a hand up to caress my cheek. I hum softly at the gesture before something catches my attention at the corner of my eye. I pull back and look down noticing his cock had not softened at all. If anything, it looked red and angry. I gasped at the sight and Toji smirked.

“Now it’s time I hold up my end of the deal. Come here my little cum guzzler!” he growled before moving down the bed. I groaned as I fell onto my back only to feel my ankles being grabbed and I’m slid down the bed with a yelp.

[midwestmade29]

It's a Wonderful Life 💙

To Anonymous: Whew, this one's a doozy, but worth the read! Thank you again for your request. I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥰

Word count: 2,174 Divider by: Me 🙂 Original Anonymous Request: Can I possibly send a Christian x Female!Reader request? Maybe the Reader and Christian end up pregnant and she has to relinquish her title and the request is basically following them through their pregnancy and the after math of a complicated pregnancy and their lives as Parents (as well as juggling parenting Isla as well)

Due to the topics covered in this story, minors do not interact. If you're not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING.

Some topics and scenarios mentioned in the story may be upsetting/and or triggering for some readers. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimers: (Complicated) Pregnancy, mention of sex, hospital stays, illness (flu), mention of gestational diabetes, medical testing, (medical) shots, preterm labor, labor pains, bedrest, cesarean section (surgery), postpartum recovery, caring for a newborn.

An OB (obstetrician) is a doctor who cares for the mother and baby throughout pregnancy. They also deliver the baby.

A baby in a breech position means they are upside down. (Feet first instead of head first)

C-section (cesarean section) is a surgical way to deliver a baby.

“Well, what’s it say?” Christian asked nervously. Your eyebrows knit together the longer you stared at the pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m not sure. Do you think we waited the full 10 minutes? There’s not really anything showing right now.” The two of you walked away after you sat the test back down on the bathroom counter, deciding to wait a few more agonizing minutes. Christian sat on the bed while you absentmindedly tossed things in your suitcase for your flight that was leaving early in the morning. You and your shiny AEW Women’s World Championship were set to appear on Dynamite tomorrow, which was something you had been looking forward to, but your headspace was somewhere else now. “What’s going through your mind baby? Talk to me,” Christian asked softly, motioning for you to come and join him on the bed. He wrapped you in his arms, embracing you tightly as your head rested against his chest. “Just worried, I guess. We have a lot on our plates right now with everything. We’re traveling every week, sometimes multiple times a week all while juggling our home and family life. I’ve only been the Women’s World Champion for a couple months. My championship reign will be cut short if I am pregnant,” you sighed as Christian tightened his embrace. “If the test is positive, will you not be happy about it? Concern laced Christian’s every word. “I’m conflicted! Torn between the happiness of expanding our family and sadness for my career. I feel like I was just getting started showing everyone what I’m made of you know?” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but Christian did his best to calm them. “I know baby. It’s a lot to take on right now, but we’ll make it work. We’re in this together, every step of the way! As far as your career goes, your fans will miss you, but they will understand if you’re absent for a while. Just think of the epic comeback you’d make. It would be the biggest and most anticipated in company history!”

It was hard to miss the two pink lines that were now visible on the white plastic stick sitting on the counter. Christian’s blue eyes were focused on you while you were processing everything. “Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded your head yes, joy replacing all your previous concerns and doubt. Seeing the positive pregnancy test changed everything in an instant! A switch had been flipped as the reality of the situation set in, easing the sting you felt about your career. This baby was so much more important than anything else! You threw your arms around Christian’s neck, and he held you tightly as he spun you around. Images of a little blue-eyed baby danced in your mind and the thought made your heart swell! When Christian sat you on your feet, a certain little girl crossed your mind, prompting you to ask Christian a serious question, “How do you think Isla will take the news? She’s been an only child for almost 10 years now. Do you think she’ll be upset?” “I’m sure she will have her own sentiments about it, but overall, I think she’ll be excited! There’s only one way to find out…”

Telling Isla she was going to be a big sister went extremely well! You had come up with the idea to order a custom puzzle for the 3 of you to put together to tell her the big news. You had taken a picture of a heart she had drawn for you some time ago and uploaded it on the puzzle website, editing her design slightly by putting the words “You’re going to be a big sister!” in the middle of it. Within a few days, the puzzle was delivered and the 3 of you put it together after Isla got home from school. When the last piece of the puzzle was set in place, she let out a loud shriek! She wrapped her arms around your neck squeezing tightly before running over to Christian and jumping in his arms. She started rapid firing questions at each of you, making you and Christian laugh at her excitement. “Is it a boy or a girl? When will its birthday be? Can the baby sleep in my room?” she rambled on. Could she be any cuter?! Telling her was the easy part. Breaking the news to your fans live on Dynamite was a different story.

Standing in front of a live camera and telling the world you had to relinquish your Women’s World Championship was incredibly hard for you. You choked up placing it in Tony Schiavone’s hands as it seemed to mock you with its shimmer and shine when you did. Dynamite cut to a commercial break, relief washing over you now that your announcement was over and done with. You let out a rush of air once Christian closed the door to your dressing room and you walked over to him needing to feel his strong arms wrapped around you. “I think that went well; all things considered. You’re amazing Y/N. You know that, right?” he spoke gently. “Thanks for supporting me, Christian. It means the world to me! Now, our next adventure begins. Baby Cage will be here before we know it!”

Days turned into months in the blink of an eye! Your baby bump was very prominent now, and Christian loved it. He always had his hands on your belly! Whenever he had the chance, he would lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby while planting soft kisses against your skin. Late one night while you and Christian were tucked in bed, he fell asleep with his head next to your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair while you reminisced about your pregnancy up to this point. You remember how his eyes lit up when the monitor showed the baby at your first ultrasound appointment when you were 20 weeks pregnant. Both of you were mesmerized as you watched the little baby you created together wiggling around on the screen, and how you both got teary eyed when the ultrasound technician told you “It’s a boy!” You’ll never forget how nervous Christian was the first time you met with your OB doctor. He wanted to ask her if the two of you could still have sex despite you being pregnant. You could instantly see the relief he felt when she told him yes! A chill ran through you when your mind wandered back to the time you were admitted into the hospital because you were extremely dehydrated and sick with the flu. It was the longest 3 days of your life! You recalled the next hurdle that came when you failed your gestational diabetes screening at 24 weeks into your pregnancy. The test came back as positive which meant a second more invasive test had to be done. Thankfully your results from the second test showed that you didn’t have it!

The scariest moment of all came late one night when you started having intense pain in your lower half. Christian rushed you to the hospital after you called your doctor, and she told you to come in to be monitored. “You’re in preterm labor,” your doctor explained. She went over the details of everything that was going on calmly, “It’s too early in your pregnancy to deliver now. You’re 33 weeks along and the goal is to be at least 39-40 weeks for a safe and healthy baby. I’m going to administer medicine that will reduce your contractions, ultimately delaying your labor. I would also like to administer 2 steroid shots that will help the baby’s lungs mature faster in case we have to deliver early. I’m very confident that we will be able to halt your labor and keep that little guy safe and sound inside until we’re ready to meet him!” The air in the room didn’t feel quite as heavy after the doctor explained her plan. When she gave you and Christian time alone, it was obvious that he was shaken up. “I’m in good hands baby. I fully trust the doctor and her plan. We’ll get through this together and our baby boy will be okay!” you reassured him while giving his hand a light squeeze. The discomfort you felt from the shots the doctor gave you was ultimately worth it when your labor had successfully been stopped. You were eventually discharged from the hospital with strict orders from your doctor. You were placed on bedrest and could no longer travel with Christian unless it was to a place that was pre-approved by the doctor. No exercising or heavy lifting either. The couch and your bed were your new best friends! Whatever you needed to do to keep the baby secure, you were going to do it.

Ready or not, here he comes! At 38 weeks pregnant, it was time to finally meet your baby boy. You had met the goal your doctor set for you after your preterm labor scare! Your last ultrasound showed a healthy baby, and he was measuring right where he should be. Everything was going well until another curveball was thrown your way. Your doctor had come to check on you when she noticed something was off. “Was the baby breech at her last appointment?” the doctor quietly asked the nurse. They conversed for a few minutes more before the doctor directed her attention back to you. “Okay Y/N, the baby is in the breech position. To safely deliver him, I must do an emergency c-section…” her words started fading away as you got lost in your own thoughts. Emergency? Surgery? Must move as quickly as possible? Christian could tell your thoughts were in a downward spiral the longer you blankly stared past the doctor. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, speaking calmly when your eyes locked onto his. “Y/N, I promise I won’t leave your side! I know this isn’t what we planned on, but you got this! You’re incredible baby. I’m in awe of your strength and courage!”

Never did you think that the sound of crying would be music to your ears, but hearing your son wail after he was born was the best thing ever! You had successfully delivered a healthy 6lb, 4oz precious baby boy! Christian was over the moon holding his son in his arms for the first time. It was a moment that you’ll never forget! As soon as you were taken care of and wheeled into your recovery room, Christian brought Isla in to meet her baby brother. “He’s soooo cute!” she exclaimed. She was smitten with him right from the start! If she could’ve held him all night, she most certainly would’ve. You and the baby were able to go home just 2 days after delivery. Recovering from your surgery was rough on all of you since you were healing, and you still had restrictions and things you just couldn’t do. It frustrated you not being able to do simple tasks and having to rely on everyone else to do things for you! Christian encouraged you to give yourself some grace, especially after everything you went through your entire pregnancy. Deep down you knew you would bounce back; it would just take time. 6 weeks into parenthood you were starting to feel a little better. Your body was healing, and your son was growing and changing by the minute. Just yesterday you and Christian took Isla and the baby to the zoo, it being one of your first outings as a family of 4. Isla had settled in to being a big sister well, but that’s not to say there weren’t pangs of jealousy and rough patches. This was a major adjustment period for all 3 of you, but the love and adoration each of you had for one another remained strong and continued to grow as each day passed!

You quickly learned that parenting was a juggling act! You and Christian dividing your time and attention between two kids, each other, and AEW was extremely difficult. Splitting yourself between 3 people that rely on you was hard. Having to put your career goals on the self (for now) was hard. Making sure Isla was getting the love and attention she needed and deserved was hard. Taking care of a fussy baby in the early hours of the morning with little to no sleep was hard. Finding alone time with Christian was hard. But, at the end of the day when you tuck Isla in bed and she tells you she loves you, and when you watch Christian rocking your baby boy to sleep in his strong arms from the doorway of the nursery, it eases the stress the difficult days bring and makes everything you went through to get to this point worth it. How did you get so lucky? It definitely is a wonderful life 💙

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.7: Holding hands among the yurts, and eating pizza for dessert

When you get tired of discussing sex: Whew, Eli's not dead after all, but he's in a coma. Jesse/Amber and Judy/BJ hug and cry at his bedside.  Kelvin is noticeably absent.  Then the siblings go out into the parking lot and throw up multiple times. followed by the partners.   Is this a common response to grief, or did they all have bad sushi for dinner?

Ok, we're not tired of discussing sex yet:  We cut to Keefe trapped in the God Squad's tiger cage.  There are several openings to look through, but he prefers the glory hole.This time, Sky (Joel Rush, top photo) pushes through, hitting him in the eye!  

Keefe collapses, screaming in pain, and starts to cry.  He has died and gone to hell, being punished for Kelvin's sins -- a veritable Christ figure.  Note that Keefe undergoes a symbolic death and resurrection in every season.

When the God Squad guys leave, Kelvin appears with food and toiletries.  Interestingly, Keefe calls him by the formal "Brother Kelvin."  He isn't sure that he wants a romantic relationship with this guy who lets him suffer in a tiger cage instead of saying "Game's over! Let Keefe out!" and calling security if the God Squad resists.  But Christ-Keefe doesn't even suggest release; instead, he advises Kelvin that he's as powerful as Eli, just as Jesus was as powerful as his Father.  

Beauty and the Beast:  In church, Jesse announces that Eli was gunned down while driving on Long Point Road. Trivia note: This is a real road in a suburb of Charleston.  It leads past the Seacoast Church, a megachurch that closely resembles the Salvation Center.

Afterwards, the family is at their post-church dinner at Jason's Steakhouse, when Kelvin arrives, wearing a dark purple robe, carefully holding his glass of orange drink. 

They yell at him for not being around late;y, but he isn't ready to show himself in public yet. "I am a beast!"  Jesse quips that the robe makes him look like the beauty from Beauty and the Beast.

Next they argue over who will fill the power vacuum left by Eli's absence, until Martin has had enough: "Can't you just be kind to each other? Self-absorbed, loud, arrogant fucking assholes."  That's about the size of it.

Kelvin agrees:"Y'all are a bunch of a-holes."  Jesse points out that he was talking about "you, too, dick-lips."  The term refers to lips that would be especially nice to have sex with: a call-back to the glory hole scene earlier, and yet another reference to Kelvin being gay.  

Jesse's Plan:  After discussing the possibility of blowing up Junior's house and having a heart-to-heart with Martin, Jesse reveals to the siblings his new plan: he'll tell the congregation and the news media that Eli is recovering, and give them his hospital and room number, so the listening Cycle Ninjas will know to where to strike again.  Except Eli won't be there: Jesse will clear the hospital and lay in wait, ready to gun them down. Can you really clear an entire hospital? The siblings think that it's a crazy idea, but he talks them into it: "Let's lie to the church like a fucking family." 

Cut to the ambulances and army jeeps moving Eli to the safe house. Which happens to be his own mansion; is that wise?  Judy, Amber, and the kids join him.

On the third day he rose from the dead:  Meanwhile, Keefe sneaks back to the God Squad compound and tells Keefe: "I'm busting you out of here."  

Wait. When Eli visited, Keefe was already in the tiger cage.  Then he was shot, and they announced that he was in a coma in the Sunday service.  IT'S SUNDAY AGAIN!  Has Keefe been in that cage for over a week?  That would be inconceivably brutal.  Besides it wouldn't fit with the Christ motif: Keefe has to descend "into hell" on Friday, and get resurrected on Sunday.   I think there is a problem with the show's continuity. 

"Are we taking back the house?" Keefe  asks.  I'd be asking a lot more than that, just before I called the police and my lawyer.

"We are ejecting," Kelvin answers. "We'll move in with the rest of the family in the safe house." They run hand-in-hand through the yard to freedom.

This is a significant scene: Kelvin admits that Keefe is a member of the family, and invites a public display of affection that establishes them as a romantic couple.  A scene ago he yelled at Keefe for trying to hold his hand.  Now he initiates it.  

Question: Keefe is wearing only a jockstrap.  Where do they intend to find clothes? Kelvin had to move their stuff out of the master bedroom suite,  but it would still be in the house, right? 

Pizza and Cycle Ninjas:  At the safe house, Keefe goes to work on embedding himself into the family.  First he advises Kelvin to visit his father (and calls him Brother instead of the formal Brother Kelvin).  Then he tries to distract Jesse's kids from the crisis with what he thinks are funny stories.  While they are eating pizza, he notes that as a young boy, he often had pizza for every meal, even for dessert. That's not funny, it's sad.  Where were your parents? 

They are not impressed. 

We cut to Kelvin visiting the comatose Eli.  He admits that the God Squad was kind of dumb, but he just started it to make Eli proud. And invite a lot of musclemen to the steam showers.  He prays, promising to "never succumb to hubris again" if  God heals Eli.  And Eli speaks!  A miracle! The end.

Oh, right, we still have 15 minutes to go.  Jesse, the men in the family, and the mercenaries waiting in the cleared hospital.   Four Cycle Ninjas appear, armed with rifles. One is shot, and the others flee.  Jesse follows, knocks a second off his motorcycle, and shoves a taser up his butt, enacting an anal rape. Gideon chases and subdues the others.  The end.

The full review, with nude photos and explicit sexual discussions, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

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Sorry I also forgot to specify Harringrove pops up later in my dream as well, post killing the first shooter guy and running away from the crime scene. (Supermarket) They were there. They were the third pair of assassins sent after the assassin killer guy who was dubbed that after continuously slaughtering every one that was sent after him (a 13 year old.)

I remember the entire time I was running away with my BFF and when I saw Harringrove ominously doing the Michael Myers stand in a park gateway amidst the chaos I remember, out loud saying, “Oh we’re not making it out of this one.” My best friend was in hysterics as I said that one. I remember thinking, as I was slowing down from my constant running, “Well at least they haven’t started chasing me yet” and they instantly shot off like a pack of hounds on cue. This is when I started screaming and running away. I was now being chased by 2 pairs of killers and one of them was a pair of gay lovers not unlike Spartas gay military. I was fucked. The other two were lesbians who were not strangers and really hated kids

The two literally backed me into corners so so many times like I’d pause and be like “Whew the girls are gone!” And I’d look to my right and There They Were, faces always painfully neutral, coming at me abnormally fast. They came at me abnormally fast too the first time they ran btw that nearly made me pee my pants

Eventually I ran into an eerily empty park with beautiful pink wildflowers and lavenders, and at this point I think my brain knew I’d never be able to beat these two, so they shifted into two old wrestler men wearing shitty Mario and Yoshi cosplays and coming towards me slowly, like the actual Mike Myers might do. The women were there too and I managed to take the long haired one down in a really extended struggle and then the other woman ran away without my notice and then I shot the other two old men down while screaming the entire time. This time I decided to pocket the gun that seemingly just didn’t run out of fucking bullets instead of leaving it at the crime scene. Wait I also just remembered being hysterical and yelling at my BFF the entire time about me being a dumbass and literally leaving a trail of evidence everywhere I went. So yeah that was Harringrove in my dream trying to shoot me down but being too used to hand-to-hand combat to think about using their guns. I think at this point my brain constructed a new BFF for me to run around with

Also I forgot to mention but every single pistol in my dream was like a purple Thanos toy version it whatever and I think it’s because I genuinely forgot what they look like

PART II... I guess??? Literally what is happening???

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What I dislike about Bianca is that she constantly said she hated being a rock wife or girlfriend like she didn’t know who Mick was. Also read in one of the stones books saying Bianca met Mick after a concert, so she knew what she was getting into. Mick was very known pretty much everywhere, so she knew he was doing drugs (assuming she did before everyone knew about the Redlands bust), and had lots of women all over him. She always said bad things about the group and tried to take Mick away from them by stirring the pot every chance she got. Also Michael Caine even warned Mick about Bianca being a bitch, he said she loved to start arguments and stuff. Anita tried to get Mick away from her several times. In the book, Mick & Keith by Chris Salewicz, he mentioned that Anita would flirt with Mick in front of Bianca by tickling him or grabbing his ass. Also Anita would try her clothes on and purposely mess them up or she would get drunk or high and they would argue. The whole atmosphere was mess, Keith being high all time and Anita pregnant also high all the time. Mick trying to play daddy after he basically abandoned his first child, Bianca acting like she owns the world or something, the rest of the stones were not around as much either. Also, when they first got together he was dating this groupie Catherine and he even told her he loved her but Bianca came into the picture and Catherine didn’t know, so she called Mick and Bianca answered telling her to never call again. There’s a lot of women he was dating while married to her and she stayed for 10 years.🤦🏾‍♀️ Also Carly Simon messed around with Mick before her wedding day and Bianca called her fiancée and told him that she slept with Mick but they still got married. I hate when they treat Bianca like she was a top tier bitch for leaving Mick when Marsha left him way before, it wasn’t the other way around. Marsha deserved better, not saying Marsha should’ve been his wife or anything like that but they should’ve respected her & Karis more. Bianca wasn’t a damn thing and he knew to make her sign that prenup before they got married.

Whew, chile! Don’t you worry. I’ll get into it a bit more in the second part of my Mick & Marsha thread. Bianca Jagger is a nasty piece of work. She’s not a nice person. And I’m sure she was a fucking coke head just like her bitch ass husband. Notice a lot of people didn’t like who he became after he married her with his socialite bullshit and talking to people like he was crazy. If I was Marsha I would’ve bussed both their asses. I’ll get into more about the shit they pulled on Marsha. Anita was kind of a bitch too. I just read an article about Brian Jones from the documentary that was just released on them, “The Stones and Brian Jones” and they were talking about how cruel Brian could be towards people at times (especially women) and how Anita would encourage it. Once his child’s mother, Linda Lawrence, came to him begging him for money for her and her son to get by and Anita just laughed at her. Brian liked impregnating young girls, 15 and 16 year olds, and then just abandon them. Anita was an instigator and a shit stirrer, even Keith said that. She was beautiful, but she was a fucking drug addict who brought out the worst in people and he couldn’t take it anymore. She was even messing with some 17 year old boy who shot himself to death in her and Keith’s bed.

Bitches….