#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

[lsargeantsgirl]

Who Is Your Best Friend?

pairing: Logan Sargeant x Williams driver reader

word count: 1.9k (whew)

warning: james vowles; angst; y/n used

character sorta based off of me

“y/n, the media team needs you by the end of the day,” James (ewww) said as you left his office from a meeting. 

“Okay. Bye,”

After you did the simulator a couple of times, setting your record, you went to the media room. The media intern saw you and waved you to the filming room. You sat down as she started the camera and she gave you the mini mic. 

“Ok, welcome, we are going to rapid-fire questions, then edit it with Logan’s answers.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” you said giddily.

“You ready,” you nodded, “ok, first one, what's your name.”

“y/n l/n,”

“Number?”

“78,”

“Birthday?”

“(your birthday)” “Favorite singer,”

“Taylor Swift”

“What’s Logan’s favorite singer?”

“I don’t know”

“Favorite Taylor song,”

“Hits different,”

“Logan’s”

“You belong with me,”

“Hometown”

“(your hometown)”

“Best friend”

“Logan,” you briefly thought of how much your friendship with Logan meant to you.

“Favorite hobby”

“Arts and crafts”

“Ok that’s it,” she says, stopping the camera.

“Noice, that was fun, I like that game.”

“Thank you, see you tomorrow, bye,” she said walking out of the room with you. As you rounded the corner into the hallway, you ran directly into Logan. 

“Hey, did you just do the media thing they wanted us for?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t take you too long,” you informed him.

“Ok, nice, have a good day, see you tomorrow,” he said, smiling gently at you before walking away.

Your heart was beating out of your throat. Logan always made your thoughts go crazy. His accent always made you smile. He always, to you, more than your friend, you. You had issues with trusting people when you were a kid so when you met Logan you emotionally bonded to him. You hoped that Logan thought of you as highly as you did him.

A couple of weeks later when you were scrolling on your social medias, you saw the video of the rapid-fire questions. You watched, laughing at yourself and Logan. When the best friend question came up, your heart sank as you saw Logan answer without a beat Oscar. You thought he would be different because he was your best friend. It turns out he was just another one you thought was your friend but he didn’t reciprocate. 

Later that day, your high school friend came over to your apartment. You were gossiping and catching up on life when she brought up Logan. Your mood soured; she noticed.

“What’s with that face? Are you and Logan no longer friends?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, No, we are, I think.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought he was my best friend, but he without any hesitation said Oscar. And I know he’s known Oscar for way longer than me but I feel like we’re closer than them. I don’t know what to do because if I stay acting like nothing happened then I will feel bad and sad but if I ignore him then he might feel bad,” you said fast.

“Oh ok, I thought something unforgivable happened between you two. But maybe you should just talk to him,” you shot her a glare, “or let him bring it up when you ignore him.”

“I think I’ll just try to forget and try not to get closer to him. But if he brings it up then I’ll talk about it.”

Turns out you didn’t do very well at trying to forget about it. You thought about it every single time you saw Logan. It was like a nagging guiltiness you felt when he would talk to you with his cute American accent and his radiant smile. He made you feel guilty without actually doing anything.

“Y/n, the media team wants us to make a video. I think we should go bother the people interviewing down there.”

“Ok, you can do it if you want,” you said flippantly. You were distracted by a text your friend had sent you. Logan snatched your phone from your hands and started reading the texts. 

“Oooh, y/n has a crush, on whooo,” he says with a schoolboy tone. You tried taking your phone back but Logan kept holding it over his head. You were shorter than him so it wasn’t easy trying your phone back. 

“Logan, give me my phone back,” you said.

“Tell me who your crush is first.”

“Logan, no.”

“Tell me.”

He kept holding your phone higher than you could reach. The only way you could get your phone back was risky and very inappropriate to do because it's what needs to be done. You ‘lowered’ your defenses. You nut-tapped him and when he bent down in reflex. When his defenses were lowered, you took back your phone and walked away. 

TIME SKIP

The door to the room you were in opened, and Logan came into your driver's room after a while. “Sooo, are you gonna tell me who you were texting about,” he said after flopping onto your couch.

“No, why are you here?” you said while working on some homework because you were a college student while being an F1 driver. Yes, it was hard but you were so close to graduation. 

“Media still wants that video.”

“Do you want to make a TikTok or what?” you ask.

“Ehh, I don’t know, we should post the video of you physically harassing me.” You slowly turn around and if looks could kill you would be in jail for murder.

“Logan, if you post that, I will personally push you off the track and then hit you again. I would not care if James kills me but I will kill you,” You said while Logan just sat smiling at you. 

“You look if you were my type, hot mad,” Logan said, now he was lying fully across the couch with his hands behind his head. He had that grin that always made you guilty. 

You stood up and walked over to Logan. You bent down to his level and your eyes bore into his. Unbeknownst to Logan, your heart rate was so high it would put anyone into a heart attack. You gripped his chin as his smile faded.

“Logan Hunter Sargeant, I will kill you if you post that even in a conversation with your bestie Oscar. If you continue to ask me who that was, I will do things you don’t want to know to you.” 

Logan grabbed you and pulled you into himself, laughing. “Baby, you don’t scare me.” He had you on his chest. “Seems like I scare you.” He could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“The only reason I would be scared of you is because of your stupidity. It takes a special kind of stupid,” you said pushing up on his chest with your knee between his legs. You moved it a bit higher so you were essentially kneeing him in the nuts. You could see when he started to be in pain. “, to think you scare me.  But Americans are known to be stupid.”

You got off Logan and went back to doing your homework. You didn’t see when Logan slipped out but you felt his eyes on you before he left.

TIME SKIP

You were standing on the balcony in the paddock in Singapore. You were breathing in the fresh air. You had been overwhelmed with the end of the season. You were glad to end it but you were also sad your second season was over. 

Logan joined you on the patio to tell you that the media still wanted that video. Unbeknownst to you he was already in the making of that video. 

“It is so peaceful out here. It would be a shame if something disrupted the peacefulness.”

“Logan, you already ruined it by coming out here.”

“Oh, really, I thought I was helping you enjoy the view and the experience.”

“Well, you weren’t. You just made me so much anxious. Thanks for that.”

Logan pulled something out of his pocket. He messed with it for a second raised his arm and threw whatever it was. He ducked below the edge of the balcony. The people below were in the middle of an interview when the, now apparent to you, paper airplane hit them.

They all turned their heads to you. You were a deer caught in the headlights. Frozen in fear, they turned the camera towards you. You turned to Logan who was crouched down beside you and kicked him. 

“Logan, you idiot. Why did you throw that at them.”

“To them, I didn’t throw it.”

You kicked him again, turned, and stormed into your driver's room. When you opened your computer you saw an email from James. The only line in the email was ‘Get into my office now.’ You knew what he was going to say. You prepared yourself for what he was going to say. 

You slipped into his office. James looked up from his computer.

“Y/n, why did you throw a paper airplane at the Haas people in the interview?” he said, angered.

“I didn’t do that. If ask your favorite little American driver, he’ll say I threw it but I didn’t.”

“I’m not punishing you but if you do it again, I will,” he threatened.

“I didn’t do it in the first place but I won’t let Logan do it again.”

He nodded, dismissing you. You walked to Logan’s driver's room.

You went into his room without knocking. “Logan, I swear to God, go tell James that you threw that paper airplane at them and it wasn’t me.”

“Hello to you,”

“Logan,” you said walking closer to him, not realizing he was shirtless.

“This is the first time you have talked to me without me starting the conversation in like two months. I like it when other people start conversations with me and I don’t start it.”

“Logan, you weren’t worth my time,” you professed.

“Worth your time?”

“Have you ever had someone who you thought was your best friend say that they don’t think that you are their best friend? No, you probably haven’t because no one would want to be your friend,” you said raising your voice.

“Is that why you ignored me for all this time? I didn’t say you when they asked who my best friend was?”

“Yes, I thought you were my best friend. But obviously, you don’t think the same.”

“Yeah, you aren’t my best friend, because I don’t see you as a friend,” the color drained from your face as you lowered your head.

“Okay, never mind. Let’s forget this ever happened,” you said as your voice was shaking. Slowly turning around to leave.

He walks behind you to the door. You open the door and he reaches over your shoulder to close it. He forcibly turned you around, pushing you against the door. “I don’t see you as a friend. I see you as a woman who I hope is attracted to me as much as I am to her.” 

He stares into your eyes, “what?” you ask.

“I like you, maybe even love you,” he said with adoration. 

“Logan,” you said breathlessly confused, “what, you like like me?”

“Yeah, if we were in elementary school,” he cracked a smile which you reflected, “then, yeah, I like like you.” 

“I like like you too,” you whispered.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah, if you say I’m your best friend.”

“You are my best friend,” He said giggly as he kissed you.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone who liked my other posts. love you

[hoodreader]

derivative theory ♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི the house preceding a house of interest maybe can tell you how you self sabotage or lose with matters concerning the house of interest. this is because the house preceding your house of interest is the derivative twelfth house to your house of interest.

whew… take a shot every time i say house. let me give an example in case that sounded like word vomit.

the sixth house shows how you lose with matters concerning the seventh house. so … for example, you may lose marriage (seventh house) through quarreling (sixth house).

or the twelfth house shows how you lose with matters concerning the first house. you lose health (first house) through sickness (twelfth house).

you lose solitude (twelfth house) from having allyship and community (eleventh house).

just a theory. conditions of the houses give insight into how/why you lose.

twelfth house is a house that drains or depletes from the livelihood or strength/health of the first house. so with derivative astrology, any house you’re interpreting as a derivative first house is drained by the house before it. ♡ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི work with y’all derivatives!

[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~

[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 :))

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[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 - P.E. Uniform Vignette

"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.

[marthaspeaksnomariamspeaks]

Sara x mariam intertwining hands and throwing back a ginger shot and melatonin shake and fiber shake back to back to back. Afterwards they both become skinny legends, sleepy, and quite a bit poopy. Whew! it sure was stinky!!

mariam looked at her reflection one more time before opening the door to her beloved. there she stood, with her little petite hands and legs and nose and fingers and toes. Mariams heart skipped a beat. she couldn't believe her eyes. the most beautiful person was standing before her. she stuttered, flustered by her beauty. "s-skibidy t-toilet rizz?"

"fanom tax" Sara said, and steps inside.

mariam felt embarrassed for stuttering and closed the door behind her. Sara took her shoes off and mariam got a whiff of her smelly scrumptious feet (they smell like roses). she felt butterflies in her stomach and led her to her room. she asked if Sara needs anything to eat, and Sara refuses bc she's a skinny legend. and then salmeh decides to show up. mariam fills with rage. Sara is in love with Salmeh. she tries to hide it but everyone knows. mariam knows salmehs cruel plans in stealing Sara from her. she has to do something.

mariam quickly calls sana as backup. sana is in love with salmeh, so this could be a good excuse to grab Saras attention. sana arrives as soon as mariam mentions salmehs name. mariam felt confident that today she was going to win Saras heart.

they all gather into the living room, an awkward silence filling the room. mariam cleared her throat.

"would you guys like something to eat?"

Sara took a glimpse at salmeh, which made mariam furious. she accidentally knocked over a glass cup, causing it to shatter on the floor.

Sara ran to mariam and helped her pick up the glass.

"are you okay?" Sara asked mariam.

"uhh..yeah...its fine I can clean it up" mariam whispers.

mariam cleans up her mess, feeling embarrassed for making a fool out of herself. she felt as if she's lost any chance she had with Sara.

Sara sits back down and looks over at salmeh.

"so...I noticed that youre really into reading books. have you read skibidy bop? its my favorite." Sara says cowardly

salmeh looks up from her phone and smirks at Sara.

"yeah..read that in pre-k 3" salmeh yawns.

Saras cheeks start burning when sana stands up in her chair and yelled "I read that before pre-k 3!", in an attempt to impress salmeh.

salmeh grows furious at sanas comment and threw the coffee table in the air. "what do you mean by this. are you calling me stupid?!"

mariam stares at sana in pure horror.

sana, being the kinky person she is, enjoyed every second of it. she started twirling her hair and kicking her feet. SANA CHUCKLED SOFTLY.

salmeh realized her mistake and sat back down.

"s-sana im sorry.. I didn't mean to lose my temper like that.."

"oh no! don't worry about it. I don't mind at all.." sana smirks.

sana and salmeh made prolonged eye contact, causing Sara to go into a spiral. mariam came in with the drinks in her hands. she hands Sara, sana, and salmeh their cups and takes a seat next to Sara.

grave mistake.

mariam suddenly felt gassy, and started ripping gigantic farts. she covered her face in embarrassment while salmeh and Sara started to stim beeedobedobedo, beeeedobeedobedo..

sana looked over at mariam and gave her a thumbs up, reassuring her that she still hasn't lost her chance.

mariam looks over at Sara, only to see that Sara was staring at her first. mariam felt her stomach drop. maybe she had a chance with her after all...

mariam reaches over to cuddle with Sara, which causes Sara to tense up and sit somewhere else. mariam felt heartbroken and furious.

she looked over at at sana and clenched her jaw.

"so..sana. don't you have something important to tell salmeh?"

sana sat up in her chair. "oh..yeah! salmeh! I am in lo-"

"wait!" Sara said. "what is going on here?" jealousy raged in her body.

mariam panicked. "n-nothing.. sana just had something to say.."

Sara narrowed her eyes. "mariam this is all your fault"

mariam suddenly looked pale, looking over at salmeh

salmeh smiled like a sly fox and said "its fine mariam, we all know who Sara wants, and you can't really do anything about it. im too...irresistible." salmeh licks her lips, staring at Sara.

mariam looks at Sara and pleads "Sara! tell her who you actually love!"

Saras eyes widened, caught off guard.

sana, disappointed that she lost her chance, says " salmeh, my heart belongs to you, I love you."

mariam gasps and throws herself on the floor and starts throwing a tantrum.

Salmeh grabs Sara in her arms and runs out of the house.

sana kills herself because she could never recover from that rejection.

salmeh and Sara live happily ever after.

mariam wakes up from her dream, next to her actual love, garlic.

[jonathanbrandisarchive]

He Said or We Said? You Figure Out Which! An April Fools Quiz

In every interview we've done with Jonathan Brandis, there's always been a point where he's wigged out a little and said something, dare we say, a bit wacky and off-the-wall. Can you distinguish between things Jon has actually said and statements we've totally made up? Try your luck below.

Big Bopper, 1995

"There was one time that I shot at a girl with a .22 and… well, you know, she got lead poisoning. I mean I don't regret shooting her. I just regret how the story spread."

"I was nervous about getting my learner's permit. I failed the test the first time! That hurt! Then I went home and hit my clock and broke it to pieces! I think I failed due to my lack of intelligence."

“There are times I think I can fly. I may be at the top of a building, and I think to myself, ‘Ya know, if I just flapped my arms hard enough…’"

“I think it was – oh man! I’ve got to burp! [Insert burping sounds here.] I’m sorry! Anyway… don’t forget to include the burp in the interview.”

“But my car is my aura, it’s my being. I am one with my car! I want you to print all of this! Do not put, ‘Jonathan thinks his car is neat.’ I want it all!”

Let the readers know that really, I don’t wear underwear. All that silk-boxer-shorts stuff was just a scam. I just like to go naked under my clothes. So now everyone knows!”

“It would be great living with a beautiful girl who has posed for – ahem – well, who cooks and cleans and runs around barefoot.”

“Yeah. just kickin’ it. Just chillin’. Just kickin’ back! Oh, you’re dope, you’re stupid, you’re dumb, you’re flip, you’re fly. Whew!”

“I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay. I sleep all night and I work all day. I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shopping and have buttered scones for tea.”

“I’m an Amish kid. I don’t ride motorcycles! We don’t even believe in electricity!”

“Every election, when you read between the lines, is basically the same. It’s the donkey and the elephant. That’s just about it.”

“For Valentine’s Day, I’d give a girl flowers… roses, pink roses. And I would grow them myself like Richard Grieco does. Then we’d have dinner on top of a lighthouse. I’d grill it myself. And it would be twilight… and the sound of seagulls would engulf our dinner. Cawwww, cawwww, cawwww.”

“I wouldn’t mind, you know, being like a househusband. I think I’d wear one of those lacy aprons and a bandanna in my hair.”

“I am an April Fool!”

“I am a big fan of tongues. I love tongues. Not pierced, just the playfulness of tongues.”

“If I wasn’t an actor, I could be a mad scientist. I could dig up bodies in the graveyard at midnight and conduct insane experiments on them. I guess I should practice my demented scientist laugh just in case.”

“Here I am, Warped Boy, growing up in a world where I don’t even know who I am… and there I am, taking it to another world, another dimension.”

“I think I’m going to start my own political party – the Actor Party. If you want to be in government office, you have to audition. I’ll be elected President in no time!”

“If I lived with another guy, I’d probably end up in prison by the end of the month.”

“My best Christmas was when the tree fell. The cat ran underneath it and the lights and ornaments and everything just fell! Then the lights broke and the cat was electrocuted.”

*(if bold, Jon said; if not, BOP said)

[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

[stranger-rants]

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???

[sbrown82]

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….