#talk to me about my job for more than five minutes and you'll hear

[bigscaryd]

"good chuckle" is somewhat underselling it. Unfortunately, it's somewhat wrongheaded (even if it comes to the right advice of "consult an attorney,") in that legal stuff isn't more "adult," it's just "legal." When it comes to adulting, legal stuff comes at the end of it, or when you fail to adult properly. Saving up a down payment, figuring out what you can afford, picking a house: nothing a lawyer can help with. But once you're sitting down looking at a six-figure loan and five figures a year of taxes, insurance, repayments, etc., that's when you want a lawyer, so that everyone agrees who has to adult how.

Of course, I'm not involved in any of that. I'm involved when people copy your stuff (or someone else accuses you of copying theirs). Honestly, deep trademark law sounds like stoner talk more than anything else (even more so with the rise of cannabusiness and their refusal to abandon the hilarious habit of "parodic" product names.)

As much as it sucks having to scrape up money for a lawyer, let me tell you - that is the adultier adult we all keep talking about.

It ain't always feasible but if you are ever in a situation where internally thinking, "if I don't have someone more adult of an adult, I'm going to make life changing decisions barely knowing what I'm doing," that is probably a good time to see about scrounging up a retainer. I don't know if this is remotely useful because it's really hard to put that amount together but also it's really nice to have some guy you hand a contract to and be like, "should I sign this" or "is this guy possibly gonna legally be able to run off with what little money I have?"

The idea that lawyers are "adultier adults" I suspect is something lawyerblr would have a good chuckle about but from my end of things that is the adultier adult and if I was rich I'd have a lawyer decide everything I do up to including what to eat.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 14

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: And we're back!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

You roll your chair back to your desk and sit, shoulders hunched and head down, focused on your screen. You're too embarrassed to discern any of the cells on numbers inside. Your cheeks and nape are alight with self-awareness.

"That was entertaining," Shari remarks as the wheels of her chair squeak.

"Don't…" you mutter as you click aimlessly.

You can't believe what's just happened. You're humiliated. That must be Colin's goal. To tear you down not just in your own home but every part of your life.

You hear whispers, lowered voices, and clearing throats. Your ears prick as you're certain that they're all talking about you, about the dramatic scene that just unfolded. And how could they not, it's always more enjoyable to be in the audience than the show.

Your teams bings with a new message. You tap the key to mute your PC and open the chat window. You nibble your cheek as you read Jonathan's message.

"We will discuss shortly. Take five if you need."

Shit, shit. This is it. You're going to be fired. You know it. Why wouldn't you be? You've brought your chaos to work with you.

You minimize the window without responding and go back to your mortifying trance. You sit and stare at the blur of lines, only realising as a tears breaks free that you're about to fall apart completely. What did you do to deserve this?

Not just Colin, but Jonathan. You're too nice for your own good. From now on, you should just commit yourself to a recluse lifestyle.

Another message pops up, the red dot taunting you to open your teams. But it isn't what you expect. It's a new conversation, from the district officer. Oh, oh god.

You muster what little courage your possess and click the chat. You read the message slow, several time over to make it register. You're in trouble, a lot of trouble.

'I have been informed of today's events and have spoken with Mr. Pine. I expect you to find a quiet place for our call in fifteen minutes.'

You lean back, dizzy and breathless. Your chest is so tight you fear you might be going into arrest. Oh, shit!

"You okay?" Shari looks over from her cubicle.

You gulp and let out a gurgly 'mhmm.' You grab your phone and shove yourself out of the rolling chair. You scurry away without explanation and clumsily find your way to the employee bathroom, checking the stalls before locking the door.

You set your phone on the counter. If you'd just ignored it, none of this would've happened. It's your fault. All of it. You need to learn to read boundaries but set them too. You lost sight of them with Colin and didn't have enough with Jonathan. 

Your phone lights up. Jonathan. Of course, he'll want to speak. Does he know about your meeting? You'll wait until you know if you still have a job to speak with him.

You look at yourself in the mirror and try to shake off your nerves. That pit in your gut tells you exactly how this is going to go. Well, you can at least be brave and face the end.

You swipe away the notifications without reading them. You sign into your work account on Teams and let yourself out of the bathroom. Lucy scowls just outside and you give her a sheepish look before fleeing.

You find an empty conference room along the next corridor and check the schedule hung beside the door. You jot in your name and let yourself in. You hunker down at the desk, gathering the last of your wits. This day just doesn't want to end.

If you had just kept it all inside, if you had just got over it, if you had avoided your overly interested boss, you could be going home in an hour with nothing more than a pan of frozen lasagna on your mind. That's not how it goes. As always, it must end in disaster. Just like that boy you thought you loved in high school, the one who never saw you against the wall, not until he wanted a laugh.

You take a breath and prop up your phone against a pen cup. You stare at the time, waiting as the meeting invite hovers before you. You tap it a few minutes before it's scheduled and sit in the waiting room. Dread rises to suffocate you, taking the air out of you as you prepare for the worst. You've always been good at that, you've come to expect it.

Tina Cazera, the District Officer, appears in her flawless contour on the other end of the call. You sit up and try not to let your doom burn through. You can't even smile, you're like a guilty dog, wagging its tail meekly in the corner. Two other squares appear on the screen as more members join the chat. You refuse to look at the bottom frame where Jonathan sits before the backdrop of his office. 

"Alright," Tina begins, "I have invited Jeff, our HR representative to attend today to supervise this discussion. He will be documenting this meeting to make sure that we meet all policies and standards."

You nod and Jonathan grumbles his reluctant consent. You thought he'd already be talked to. You clutch your hands together tightly in your lap and push your shoulders back.

"So, I've spoken with Mr. Pine about today's episode but I think it's only fair to get everyone's story, and it would be required for the incident report," she explains, "so, you have the floor, miss, please explain what occurred today in the office."

You swallow and part your lips. How do you explain this without it all seeming insane? You close your eyes and concentrate, flicking your lashes up as you focus on the margin of the chat.

"I was working at my desk..." your mouth is dry, painfully so, "and my neighbour arrived and had an outburst. I understand that it was inappropriate but I didn't invite him there or even encourage him. I can't explain why he showed up but when he did, he said some things and Mr. Pine arrived and they... er... they got into it."

"Alright, let's go back, what were these things your neighbour, the trespasser, said?" Tina prompts.

"He... He just suggested that I... have an inappropriate relationship with Mr. Pine, but I... I don't. I didn't do anything--"

"He's been harassing the woman," Jonathan adds.

"Mr. Pine, you've had your say," Tina dismisses, "why would these accusations be made?"

You shrug. What can you say that won't immediately put you in it? You stayed over at Jonathan's and then he stayed at yours. Nothing happened but who would believe that? Especially when people like Shari could interpret your friendliness as more.

"I don't know. Like Mr. Pine says, my neighbour has been... bothering me and--"

"And how would Mr. Pine know that?"

"Well, I mentioned it," your lip trembles through your lies. Not exactly false, but some information withheld.

"You mentioned it amid what, a budget meeting?" She challenges and clears her throat. "We've evaluated this situation and we're already dealing with enough fallout from your previous boss' mistakes and in our review. We cannot afford another controversy."

You squeeze your hands, digging your nails into your nails. You frown and stare at your pathetic expression in the frame. You suck your lip in and shake your head.

"So, we've assessed the risk and the cost of this...unfortunate occurrence. We cannot afford to lose Mr. Pine. He has shown himself an asset to this company and has the credentials that would warrant only a slap on the wrist. But as you welcomed this into the workplace and have continually crossed professional lines, we would ask that you take a leave until we the ethics board can thoroughly evaluate."

"Leave?"

"Unpaid," she affirms, "effective immediately."

"What?" Jonathan hisses, "this wasn't her. It was that man--"

"Mr. Pine, please, you would only dig the hole deeper," Tina warns, "we recommend you clock out and go home, miss."

You're speechless. You expected it and yet it's still a punch in the gut. You can only nod and eke out, "yes, ma'am."

You dare to look at Jonathan, his forehead ripples with discontent as his lips thin. The call ends just as his eyes seem to meet yours and you're left in deafening silence. What are you going to do now?

💗

You wait until you're certain everyone else is gone. You can't bear to face them or your shame. You can just imagine Shari smirking at you.

When you do emerge, it's an hour after your usual time out. You creep over to your desk and sign out. You pack up your bag and keep your phone in your pocket. You've had enough trouble.

"Ah, there you are," Jonathan's timbre halts you as you head for the door. You pause and blow a deep breath out before you face him, "I was waiting to make sure you had a way home–"

"Yep, the bus," you cross your arms.

His brow arches and his lips twitch, "now, you know you shouldn't–"

"I shouldn't have let you help me so much. I should've taken care of myself and now, now I don't have a job-"

"It is only a leave," he counters.

"Easy for you to say. What am I gonna do without a pay cheque?" You stop and pinch the bridge of your nose, "don't answer that. Just like everything else, it's not your problem."

"Darling, I did try to plead your case. I assured them it was not anything you asked for," he strides past the other cubicles. You back away and adjust your bag, "you can't be mad at me, I can help–"

"You've helped enough," you throw your hands up, "I don't need it. Okay? I'm not as pathetic as you think I am."

"I never– I don't think that," he sputters, "surely, you must realise I think more of you than that."

"I don't know. I don't. I just need to be alone," you spin and storm towards the elevator.

"Wait, but what about Colin–"

"I'll deal," you swallow, stomach flipping as you recall the pictures he sent of your trashed apartment, "I am none of your concern."

"I am very concerned," he follows you.

You push the button to call the elevator and he turns, stretching his arm across the metal doors, blocking you. You huff and look away. You cluck then turn to stomp towards the stairs.

"He will be waiting for you–"

"And?" You hurl over your shoulder, "maybe he's what I deserve."

"You cannot–"

"You are not my boss anymore," you twist around to face him once again, "got it? I quit. I've caused enough problems. It's over. Just leave it."

He flinches, hurt painted across his features. You sniff and back away, pivoting slowly to push through the door to the stairs. He calls your name but you don't react, grabbing onto the railing and hurtling down the stairs

You don't need these men. They just bring problems. You're better off alone. You should've realised that earlier.

💗

Another nasty surprise greets you at your front door. To your relief, it's still on its hinges with some scratches around the handle from Colin's intrusion but intact. Across the wood is carved a single word; slut. You sigh and quickly hide yourself inside.

You realise only too late that you don't know if he's inside. The eerie silence of the building piques your suspicions. You keep a hold of your keys and flip on the light.

The place is tossed upside down. You can barely take a step without meeting a broken shard of glass or a torn page. Dishes, books, and other possessions litter the floor.

You make your way warily across the front room. This is what you're left with. No job, no friends, and soon, you won't even have this dump.

You grab the broom and continue up the hallway to your room. Nothing there or in the bathroom. No monster lurking under the bed or in the closet.

That can't be it. He ran into your work and made a scene, fought your boss. You know that's not it.

You go back into the front room and check the lock. It still works. That doesn't make you feel much better. If he got in once, he could get in again. 

You're startled by a sudden banging on the other side of the door. Your heart hammers along with it and you peer through the peephole. Ally snarls back at you.

You center yourself as best you can and slide the chain into place before you open the door. Ally pushes from the other side as you keep your toe against the bottom. You don't even know where to start.

"Are you fucking happy?!" She hollers, "he's gone!"

"Wh-what?" You stammer.

"They fucking arrested him you fucking loser."

"I don't know–"

"I should drag you! He's spending the night in jail because you just had to get him worked up," she hits the door with her fist.

"Wha–" you blink in exasperation. "He– he did it. I didn't call the police. I don't even–"

"Whatever. You're full of excuses. You've always been so fucking lame," she blows a raspberry at you, "if I see you, don't say hi."

She kicks the door and yelps. She rolls her eyes and sneers, marching away with a limp and disappearing into her own apartment. You shake your head, confused but reassured that Colin's locked up. At least that's what it sounds like.

You close the door and twist the latch. You slide your phone from your pocket and search for a playlist. You'll be up cleaning all night. It should keep you from acknowledging the missed calls from Jonathan.

[rhenuvee]

Nighttime Routine with Genshin Men [Mondstadt]

A/N: Welp this series seems pretty popular so I'm continuing this but for night. Check the "How They Greet You In The Morning" imagines from my Genshin masterlist!

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Kaeya: Depends which Kaeya you're dealing with (drunk kaeya is another story). Normally, once he climbs in bed you both shift to face each other eye to eye. Sometimes if he's feeling cheeky he likes to tuck you in and fluff your pillows as if you were royalty. While you're nice and comfy, if you want to talk a little more, he is willing to hear you despite being tired from the day. He's a good listener and wants to hear your voice before falling asleep. Only sleeps once he knows you're peacefully sleeping. "Sweet dreams, darling. Don't forget to dream about me~" Please hit him with a pillow.

Diluc: We all know he comes home late af because of his Darknight hero duties. Most of the time when he gets home, it's around midnight. He always tells you to go to sleep without him, but you're still awake because you want to wait for him. He sighs because of your stubbornness, but lets you stand up and take off his jacket for him so he can come to bed. Whispers a soft apology for keeping you up so late, the kisses your forehead once more before closing his eyes and saying, "Goodnight, my love."

Bennett: Random but he seems like the type of person to fall asleep within five minutes of his head hitting the pillow. Also I think he'd sleep camping out a decent amount. He still goes to bed with just as much energy as he had in the morning, talking about where he wants to explore tomorrow. Sometimes he gets sad when his adventure ends up empty-handed. But after you cheer him up and tell him you'll go with him tomorrow, he instantly smiles and is able to rest. "Ah, goodnight (y/n). Let's go to Starsnatch Cliff tomorrow!" Probably falls off the bed/rolls out of the tent at some point.

Razor: He makes sure to have you all comfy before going to sleep. It is probably not comfortable for you to be sleeping/camping in the woods. He insists on staying awake for a bit, just to make sure your surroundings are safe, but you tell him that you prefer going to bed knowing that he's comfy sleeping too. He grunts as a hesitant way of saying "fine" and joins you, putting a piece of cloth overtop of you as a blanket. "Goodnight Lupical."

Venti: ...I don't know why I didn't ask this last time but where does this guy sleep?? Anyway- he likes to end off the day on a good note by telling each other the good things that happened today, what you guys can do tomorrow, how much wine he's had, how much he's annoyed Diluc tonight. You giggle at his antics, knowing that he has had a good day being his normal chaotic self. "Goodnight my lovely (y/n). May the wind bless you with sweet dreams." If you have trouble sleeping, he's more than willing to hum a lullaby for you.

Albedo: You kind of have to pry him away from his final experiments and research for the day. He tells you to go to sleep first without him, but you tell him that he can continue tomorrow. He's not that stubborn so eventually he listens and gets ready for bed with you. I think it's still a little to grasp relationships, so most of the time your conversations before bed are mostly about what you did during the day. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't try. There are times he suggests ideas on things to do together tomorrow, and that's enough for you.

Mika: If I'm being honest I feel like his sleep routine (time) is a little irregular because of his job. Because of that he doesn't want you to feel like you have to conform to his schedule. He knows you don't like going to bed alone, so he accompanies you until you fall asleep, despite having to possibly get up later. If you can't sleep he'd suggest to have a midnight snack with him while talking until you start getting sleepy. Mika makes sure to always say goodnight and that you're nice and tucked in before your eyes close and you drift off into the dream world.

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[iguessitsjustme]

The thing with choose violence is that I know almost all your answers before I ask... but ANYWAY.

7, 12, 20, 24, 25

You already know the answers because you're stuck with my constantly chatting your ear off about everything. You're welcome. Anyway....oh just looked at these questions and oh. oh dear. I did say that I don't fully care about my answers but for some of these. Oof. Some of these I do care actually. You'll be getting a separate message from me because I can't give my first answer for some of these and you know which ones.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

This one I don't really know. Umm..I don't have a lot of characters that I hate because of fandom. I don't generally let fandom influence my opinions like that. But I'm certain there are a few. There are probably more shows that I began to hate because of fandom rather than characters. Ummm...I'm just gonna say Porsche from KinnPorsche though I didn't really like him that much in the show either. But he would have been more tolerable to me without...whatever that was. One time I said he wasn't a good brother and people lost their shit. I stand by what I said about that.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Maya from I Hear the Sunspot. I have already made many posts about Maya and I don't feel like getting into that again. I think she's a great character. Not a great person but she had wonderful growth. If you want more of my Maya thoughts, there are a couple of posts on my blog about it that I don't feel like digging up right now.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

Why is every show giving me flashbacks to something that happened five seconds ago in the same damn episode? It's driving me crazy. I'm bored rewatching something I JUST watched and also it's lazy storytelling. Flashbacks can be good but lately they're being used as a crutch and in doing so the show is telling me that it doesn't trust it's storytelling enough for the audience to remember what happened 5 minutes ago. Viewers do not need everything spelled out for them. We are smarter than that.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

There are many. I'll go with a simple answer. People are allowed to disagree on shows and people are allowed to criticize shows. Neither of those things are a personal attack.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I haven't seen a whole lot of complaints lately actually. I think I've done an excellent job of curating my online space. I guess the complaint I'm tired of seeing other people rightfully complain about is shipping actors. I don't care what people enjoy as a hobby. I don't care if they ship real people. What I care about is when that shipping culture goes from fandom spaces to real life spaces and actors have their privacy invaded and they're forced to see it. None of the people I follow ever do that but I see them talk about it and how bad irl shipping with pair branded actors gets and I love them forever for talking about it. Acting is a job and when they aren't on the clock, what they do and who they're with is none of our business and we need to keep it that way.

Choose Violence Ask Game

[varian-ross-horror-author]

Night Shift (Goretober 2024)

Set in the world of the Magnus Archives, the story of how Benjamin became a servant of the Buried after being let go from a shitty call center job.

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"I'm telling you, man, there's demons here."

Benjamin peeked his head around the monitor. His throat was sore, and the cheap headphones were giving him a low level of feedback that would turn to a squeal if he moved his head just wrong.

Call centers are a circle of hell, confirmed.

His line rang and he closed his eyes in despair. More pain. More voices. More rudeness.

"Hello," he managed to say, "I'm calling about--"

"My girlfriend just broke up with me," came the voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh, okay. I'm calling about--"

"When she said she was married to her job she wasn't kidding...."

Benjamin leaned back in the chair and let the man ramble on. Finally, he didn't have to talk. Just another minute, and then he could get back to selling shitty insurance.

"Sir," Benjamin finally said after an extra five minutes had passed. "About the insurance."

"Oh FUCK, I forgot I'd put condoms in the cart," the stranger said. He began arguing with the cashier, while Benjamin sat there bewildered

It's like you were born for this, was what he'd heard at training. He'd been told he did so good, and now he was failing. Red marks on most calls, and he'd found himself hanging up just so he could stop talking.

At least it was insurance and he wasn't an emergency operator, he told himself most nights.

"My girlfriend just broke up with me." The same words again, the same tone of voice.

Benjamin tilted his head, confused. He swallowed, and swore he could feel his vocal cords stick together. It was like a million tiny shards of glass.

"You've been on that call for twenty minutes," came his manager's voice. "Let me hear why you're having so many problems."

Reluctantly, Benjamin handed the headset over. It had been so nice not to talk.

His manager leaned over the computer and hung up. She explained that the recorded had been made to deter spam calls, and sometimes legitament calls got mixed up in them.

Benjamin did not point out that most people considered calls from sales reps to be spam. Too many words.

"Benjamin," the supervisor said, "your calls are mostly red. What's that about?"

Benjamin tapped his throat. "Told you. Speaking's too hard."

"You'll get used to--"

"No." Deliberately, he pressed the headphones against his hearing aids. The squeal of feedback made several co-workers turn to look at him.

"Do you want to leave tonight? You already gave your two weeks, now might work better than Friday."

"Yes." Benjamin choked out. He stood, packed all this things, and fled out into the cold winter air.

It wasn't his basement apartment he walked down into. He didn't even realize he'd taken a wrong turn until his foot hit soil instead of carpet. Benjamin turned and look up the steps. There weren't many, but the thought of going out into the winter night again made him want to curl up and cry. Just lay down right here and fall apart, choking on how bad his throat hurt.

He could do that. It was silent. He could see no one, and his hearing aids weren't picking up anyone. Those little bastards could hear John telling his uncle about his hemmeroids when he thought the room was empty. That was a way to make family Christmas awkward for sure.

Benjamin walked farther into the tunnel. He turned around, and now he saw no light at all. He slowly kneltt, then paused. He removed a small hard shell case from his bag, and flipped it open.

He pressed one finger to a button on his right hearing aid.

"OFF."

He repeated the action with the left one.

"OFF."

Now it was fully silent. He took the hearing aids out and stuck the case back into his bag. Couldn't get soil in $5,000 that went into his ears.

He curled on to his side in a fetal position. The sound that came from his overworked throat was absorbed into the earth. The soil grew warm with his weeping.

Benjamin found himself spelling with one finger. It was a comfort, a way to "write" out his thoughts before he spoke them.

Closer, he wrote.

The earth trembled. He felt it open, felt it give and welcome him.

The texture of the soil beneath his fingers was wrong. It was supposed to be clay, maybe about 50 percent clay, 40 if he was lucky.

Andasols. There were no volcanoes in Indiana. The glaciers--

He was pulled down further. The soil buried him now, but did not fully embrace him. He was in a pit, but one shallow enough he could easily get out if needed.

Rest, he spelled.

There was another rumble, and the soiled closed over him up to his neck. It was warm, inviting. Silent. This had taken his tears, accepted them. Accepted that he felt very little need to talk.

I want to sleep, he spelled. I don't care if it's forever, let me be in your embrace.

The soil fully closed over him, and Benjamin slept. When he woke hours later, it was after dreams of a sunken sun and with a new Master filling his heart with devotion.

[harmonyckrs]

Act 1, Scene 3 of Twisted Veronaville: Entering the Hero

THE LAST PAGE

"For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliette and her Romeo."

Ripp: Ugh, finally. I'm done reading this stupid book...now I can finally go to sleep.

Ripp: Zzzz....

???: Okay, so now we just have to find the Grunt house...wow, this sure brings back memories!

???: You really need to tell me more about this place later.

???: Well, of course!...let's just go to the Grunt house and get Tank.

???: Hold it right there!

???: Crap! It's General Buzz!

???: If you're going to take one of my sons, at least take the middle one...or even the youngest one. Not Tank. He's the only one I care about.

???: Wow, you really just...straight up admitted that, out loud.

???: You're seriously going to give away your kid like that?

???: Why not? He's a waste of space, anyway. I doubt he'll accomplish anything good in the future...I'll even give you $500 to never bring him back! How about that?

???: Wow. You're not even going to try to hide it...

???: I can't believe you'd say something so terrible about your own kid.

???: Do you want him or not? If not, I can just take you to jail for an attempted kidnapping. I'm sure that nerd you have a crush on would love a man with a criminal record.

???: How did you even know?...ugh, fine. We'll take him.

Sita: Good morning! I get that you're tired, but we've got a long day ahead of us. Aktu's preparing pancakes!

Ripp: Ugh...give me like...five minutes...Hang on...WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU?

Sita: Hey, hey! Don't panic. We're not going to hurt you! Your dad handed you over to us-

Ripp: HE GAVE ME AWAY?

Sita: Yeah, sorry. If it helps, your dad really sucks. Probably one of the worst people I've ever met, and I stayed in Pleasantview for a whole year.

Ripp: Thanks, it's reassuring hearing that from someone else...so, why am I here?

Sita: Go get ready first. We'll explain it over breakfast.

Aktu: So here's what's going to be happening...You're in the town of Veronaville, the city where Romeo and Juliette takes place. You read the book, right?

Ripp: Unfortunately yes. Finished it yesterday.

Aktu: Good, so I don't have to explain the plot to you. Everything from that book will happen here. Your job is to prevent everyone from dying.

Ripp: Is this a weird dream I'm having?

Sita: Nope! All real. Do you have any questions?

Ripp: Yeah! Several, actually! Why can't you do this yourself?

Aktu: Because we're both adults, and we can't really go around talking to teenagers about their love lives.

Ripp: Fair.

Sita: We trust that you'll be able to accomplish this, Ripp? We'll provide any support that you need, along with money, basic needs, and any materials you'll need to complete your mission.

Ripp: Sure!...what happens if I fail, though?

Aktu: We'll harvest all of your organs and sell them on the black market.

Sita: Aktu, don't scare him! It's okay if you fail. You'll just have to live with the guilt...but anyway! Let us know if there's anything you need, at any time.

Ripp: Well, there's one thing I'd like right now...

Aktu: Is this okay? Sorry. It's been a while since I've styled someone before.

Ripp: Better than I could've done! Thanks!

Aktu: ...I'm glad you like it. Oh, and that also reminds me...my old friend mentioned that his nephew told him that you really liked music, so Sita and I did some research and bought you a guitar. I hope it's of good quality...

Ripp: (I'm guessing the nephew was Johnny, but-OH SHOOT! Johnny! He and Ophelia probably just found out that Dad gave me away! They're probably worried about me right now!)

Aktu: Are you okay?

Ripp: Yeah, it's just...I have friends back home.

Aktu: Oh, don't worry! You can still call them. We can even organize visits too, just...make sure not to stray too far from the mission. Sita forgot to mention this, but we will be rewarding you with a million dollars if you succeed.

*DING DONG*

Aktu: Huh, weird. We weren't supposed to be getting visitors today...SITA! GO SEE WHO IT IS!

Sita: I AM ALREADY! YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL!

Viola: Hello. I'm Viola. I noticed you just moved in, and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.

Sita: (Another welcome wagon? Where's everyone else?)...Nice to meet you too, Viola. Would you like to come in?

Viola: I can?...Thank you. Is it okay if I use your bathroom?

Sita: Go for it.

Viola: Thank you. I'll pay you back, I promise.

Sita: You really don't need to worry about it...

As unusual the start of the day was, our hero was adjusting fairly well to the world of Veronaville. He had yet to meet most of the characters from the story he was meant to rewrite, but that wasn't really his main concern at the moment.

Ripp: Sita, can I ask you something? Do you know how I can get in contact with my friends back home?

Sita: Of course! You can just use the phone to call them. We can also take you to Strangetown, also...if you need to go to other places too, we can drive there as well.

Ripp: Well, I've always wanted to go to Pleasantview.

Sita: No! Literally anywhere BUT the Bad Place! If you want to go there that badly, just ask Aktu to take you. I am NOT going back there again!

Ripp: (It can't possibly be that bad, can it?)...Okay. Sounds good...

Day darkens into night, and as our hero chats away with his newfound guardians, Romeo and Juliette were having yet another "secret" meeting.

Romeo: Juliette! It's so nice to-OW! What was that for?

Juliette: I hear footsteps. Your brother's here, isn't he? Tybalt already knows, and I don't want more people knowing either.

Mercutio: You were trying to keep your relationship secret? I never would've thought from you two literally making out right on the front lawn where everyone could see you.

Juliette: Shut up! Nobody asked you!

Romeo: Yeah! Why are you even here, anyway?

Mercutio: Taking out the trash because SOMEONE forgot to do it earlier today.

Romeo: Oops.

Juliette: So you're taking out yourself? About time.

Mercutio: Nice try, but I've heard more original insults from Tybalt. You really need to step up your game...where is he now, by the way?

Juliette: Why would you care?

Mercutio: Just wondering.

Juliette: Sure you are. Anyway, Romeo, Grandpa's hosting a party at our house tomorrow. You can come by, if you want, as long as you don't fight Tybalt again.

Romeo: HE fought ME!

Juliette: Yeah, but you know what I mean! Just...try to remain civil.

Mercutio: Can I come?

Juliette: Absolutely not.

Mercutio: (I'm coming anyway!) Boo...

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[aevyk-ing]

Finally watched Wish...

And yes, it's bad. So here we go! (pun intended)

-I really don't get all that about wishes being easily crushed. I mean, yeah, it's foreshadowing, but I know a thing or two about wishes that didn't come true (most of us do) and there are different kinds of wishes and most of them aren't crushed in our very eyes (except if you're surrounded by awful people).

-Giving Magnífico that backstory doesn't mean anything in the end. We don't have enough information and he's not even redeemed.

-Search for "Mediterranean islands" in Google. Do they look like that? No? Okay, move on.

-The abuelo looks way too good for being 100. Search for "100 years people".

-Valentino is not talking yet and I already want him to shut up.

-Sakina doesn't know anything about her daughter's life. Come on, apparently she has a job. Wait, she has a job?

-There's been too much exposition in this few minutes my head hurts. First narration, then talking, now a song... She doesn't even need to be a tour guide... for five people.

-Somebody get this girl some camomile tea.

-Again with that wish stuff. I mean, some wishes you can pursue yourself, others would need a miracle. It makes no sense to wish for your purpose to come true (like Simon, we'll get to that later) when you can just do it! It's like daydreaming for your life to change while you do nothing! Yeah, I'm with Tiana here. You need to work hard to make your wish come true.

-The music sounds Andalusian. But just in this one song. And it doesn't match the background. BTW, I only liked the What I know now, even though it's too long.

-I like Dahlia way more than Asha. She's smart, calm and we know more about her. But still, she doesn't warn her friend with allergies that he can't eat the cookies... or smell them.

-And every apprentice has their wish and their family's wishes granted? Why? Also, what happened to the last one?

-I quite like Bazeema. Grumpy is just realistic. And that Dopey is just Fred from Big Hero 6. And Simon... he's there moping so we feel sad for him, but then he betrays Asha for no reason (yeah, they try to explain but it makes no sense).

-Asha has an actual, modern interview and the Queen herself fetches her because she has nothing else to do (like ruling a kingdom) and there are no servants in this castle.

-Magnífico has his bathroom break just before Asha's interview so he can make a grand... I mean, an entrance.

-Also, everything has been exposition (even that notebook) so far.

-Sharing your sad backstory so you'll be hired. "Oh, you have a sad backstory too, you're hired!" No, wait, they're singing. Why are they singing?

-Magnífico plays Ariel as Asha is more focused on finding Sabino's wish so she can trick Magnífico into granting it because they're bonding.

-So yeah, Asha looks desperate and Magnífico gets angry and dumps even more exposition over her. But because what he was saying made sense and Asha was looking like she only wanted that job to make her abuelo's wish come true, they made Magnífico angry so he looks like the bad one.

-Magnífico is so thin-skinned he gets angry easily and forgets to keep up appearances.... too soon.

-"Sania". Don't you mean "Sonia"? Oh, yeah, this is not Spain. Also, the person who wants to make the most beautiful dresses has the plainest, greyest clothing ever.

-Asha just tells her abuelo his wish would never be granted. Don't do that! Never do that! Don't break his heart!

-They talk about Magnífico not owning the wishes but... hear me out: the people gave them to him willingly so he can make them come true. And they even forget them! So... they're technically his.

-This Wish is the worst song. The lyrics are bad, the rythm is all over the place and it's too much for just climbing a tree.

-I haven't talked about the animation yet but she looks like plasticine clay. Everything is unfinished and the watercolor effect only pops up from time to time.

-Magnífico thinks a beam of light threatened him. He needs a holiday.

-Everybody is adorkable. The star is also adorkable. It doesn't matter it's creepy, stupid and just stole and destroyed someone's underwear.

-And apparently, it only can make animals (and funghi) talk but it also gives Asha a magic wand. BTW, those mushrooms are creepy (give me the Fantasia ones! (or at least make them look similar)) and I wasn't expecting the squirrel from The Sword in the Stone to talk like that.

-Valentino has no reason to be able to talk. He's insufferable and even makes the Dreamworks face when saying "his voice is so low" (wink-wink). So is this for kids or not?

-Yeah, it is for kids because they had to make the shape of a star (Star looks like a balloon) and they hammer you with the message that everybody is a star like 30 times. "A really simple answer." You've gone crazy, King Magnífico has gone crazy, we're all mad here!

-Also this is like the lesson that should be learnt at the end. But anyway...

-The King and Queen have no chemistry at all. I don't believe they love each other.

-Magnífico just has a tempting book there. I don't think he has never used it. Why does he even have it? Lock it in the dungeons.

-Why is everybody so thin-skinned? Safi acts as if Asha doesn't care about his most precious feelings. She's talking about chickens! Chickens!

-"I made a wish..." "You wished for a chicken musical?" And yes, this is the scene that made me decide I wasn't going to pay for watching this movie. Thank you, I hate it.

-Magnífico is stupid too. Like everybody knows you shouldn't alarm anyone when you don't even know all about the danger. Yes, he wants to look like a hero, but still... them doubting is on you, bud.

-Dahlia waits until she's called a genius to use long words.

-So everybody starts questioning everything, as you do, and Magnífico decides he'll be a tyrant then. He sings a song about his parents being aliens (I got these genes from outer space), song gets interrupted because we don't deserve a villain song and I keep on thinking how Ludmila's song from Bartok the Magnificent did the same thing but better.

-"My heart knows this feeling." Who talks like that? Also, is she dying? Why are they leaving? Asha should tell the Queen the King has gone crazy! You're putting everyone in danger! But it doesn't matter, she leaves Sakina and Sabino there so the strongest 100-year-old on Earth can row their way back... 10 minutes later.

-Why does Magnífico need a staff? He's been doing magic just fine.

-"Asha did this!" "Asha who?" Oh, yeah, they are only like 40 people in this kingdom. And none of them are kids or babies. Now.

-Let me get this straight: you have narcolepsy (or are just tired all the time) and you wish to become a knight? Yeah, I'm sure they'd trust you. So he should wish to have more energy and work his way to become a knight. But hey, doesn't matter because even though Simon is depressing and sad, he's attacked by bunnies! And that's funny! We don't care about the saddest character of all!

-Bazeema has a whole basement for herself because "introverts deserve some space" instead of saying she discovered it because she's an introvert and sometimes needs lonely time. But of course, this is only here so her "friends" can scold her.

-Asha doesn't try to convince anyone else via song because... reasons.

-"It's a lie, lie, lie..." Yeah, we get it.

-Magnífico thinks it's okay to wake up everybody to show them he's angry.

-Giving the clumsiest character the power of magic. Give it to Amaya! She's capable!

-Asha forgets Simon is her friend. Everybody forgets Simon is their friend. Nobody cares about Simon. Cough, cough... Simón.

-"Good evening, Rosas!" "What?" "We can't hear you!"

-Okay, what's Magnífico's plan? Killing them? BTW, he's the most pathetic villain since... nope, he's the most pathetic.

-So first we have a song saying you're a "star", then this. I think this is another tale about female empowerment and how men are bad. Don't believe me? Tell me one male character that shows to be intelligent, caring and that carries the plot. Yeah, Starboy, we needed you.

-Magnífico is hinted to be Queen Grimhilde's mirror when he's stuck in a gem. And he pleads so Amaya would free him when she has no magic... yet. I think.

-Valentino wishes for a mammal utopia when he's been living between humans his whole life and doesn't even have another animal as his friend. BTW, humans are mammals!

-Why do they need a fairy godmother? Why?

-"I know you too well." No, you don't. Asha and Star don't have any relationship. The Star has just been there to be cute and do cute things while Asha was clumsy and did clumsy things.

Overall? Bad. A few interesting things but none of the main characters are likable (Amaya, Dahlia, Bazeema and Simon had some potential), the songs were meh and the style looked unfinished. It's so sad to think this is the 100th anniversary movie but after seeing how lazy Disney has been lately (in movies, I loved the Once upon a studio short), it doesn't surprise me either. Anyway, you can check out my Wish rewrite here and, if you've come this far, thanks for reading and have a good day!

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 27

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

As Cooper lay in his bunk, he turned on the satellite phone and read through the texts between and Oliver and himself.

He was almost halfway through his fishing job and reading Oliver's texts had become a routine for him.

I hiked to Marymere Falls today.

Our first hike together.

I thought of you the entire time and as soon as you're back we need to go on a hiking date. :)

We can relive our experience and maybe this time I can get to the top of Mount Storm King.

Annabelle and I baked confetti cupcakes today and frosted them with buttercream icing.

And topped them with sprinkles.

You would have loved them.

She promises that the three of us can make them again when you're back.

I love you and miss you.

"Thinking about you and your sexy ass.

I miss it so much.

I want to grab it and squeeze it and then fuck you through the bed.

I miss your bear hugs and all your cuddles in the morning.

I even miss your beard tickling my face and waking me up.

The next one was heartbreaking and most of the time Cooper skipped it.

But today he felt like torturing himself, so he read it.

Oliver had sent it five days ago, shortly after two in the morning.

I can't sleep.

I miss you so much.

The bed's too big without you and I want to feel your body pressed against mine and your arms around me.

I miss your smile and your big booming laugh and your eyes and your lips.

I'm counting down the days until you're back.

I love you more than I thought it was ever possible to love someone.

I miss you I miss you I miss you.

I can't wait until you're back home.

I love you so much.

Cooper had cried the first time he read it.

His heart ached and he could feel how much Oliver missed him because he missed him the same way.

Cooper loved deep sea fishing, being out on the ocean and all the hard work and the thrill of a great catch and he knew he didn't ever want to give it up but he had to admit it was damn hard to be away from the man he loved.

Oliver buying the satellite phone had made a big difference though.

Cooper worked long hours and had little free time but they texted all the time and he made a point to call Oliver every few days.

They couldn't talk for hours like Cooper wanted to but it helped to hear Oliver's voice and talk to him in real time.

Cooper got up from his bunk and made his way up to the deck for their call.

Sometimes it was a challenge to find a quiet place to talk where he wasn't in the way but he didn't let anything keep him from calling Oliver.

Oliver answered almost immediately.

"Hey, Coop."

"Hey, love. It's good to hear your voice," Cooper replied.

‘I would give anything for a hug from Oliver right now.’

"It's good to hear yours. I miss you. How's the weather? Are you getting enough sleep?"

Oliver always had a lot of questions about how Cooper was doing and how the job was going.

Cooper’s answers didn't vary much, so he spent most of their calls asking him what was going on back home.

Oliver had a lot more to report and Cooper enjoyed listening to him talk and letting the sound of his lover’s voice wash over him.

"You've got a short break coming up, right?" Oliver asked, after filling Cooper in on his family and a hike he'd gone on a couple days ago.

"Yep. We'll be at Dutch Harbor in Alaska for two days."

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you've probably been there before but are you going to go see anything while you're there?"

Cooper laughed.

"I'll be sleeping and eating. That's what a lot of us do. I'm looking forward to being in a real bed and having access to a nicer shower and different food."

"Are you going to have enough time to talk to me?" Oliver asked, a teasing tone to his voice.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll keep talking to you until I fall asleep on the phone."

"Okay. Text me the days and times you'll be there so I can clear my schedule. I'm really looking forward to talking to you for hours instead of minutes."

"Me too. I love you and miss you."

"I love you too. And I miss you more than I can say."

Cooper didn't want this to devolve into sadness, so he tried to end the call on a cheerful note.

"I'll be counting down the days until my break. Love you. Bye, Oliver."

Cooper hung up and leaned against the railing, staring up at the sky.

He didn't want to lose Oliver.

It seemed like everything was going well and being able to talk to him regularly made all the difference in the world but he couldn't shake his doubts.

The last man Cooper dated didn't make it past a month and a half into his four month fishing job.

When they had pulled into the harbor for a break two months after setting out, Cooper had turned on his cell phone to find a text from him ending their relationship.

It had been sent a couple weeks prior.

It sucked, especially having to deal with the heartbreak while he was working and far away from his family.

‘If Oliver broke up with me and went back to California, I don't think I'd survive it. Even though I'd only known him for six months, he was my best friend. He was my everything.’

Cooper hoped this wouldn't be too much for Oliver.

He hoped he'd still be there when he got back.

- Oliver -

It was a grey, overcast morning in Alaska but it was beautiful.

The rolling hills and mountains rising from the ocean were a vibrant green and contrasted perfectly with the blue of the water.

It was chilly, so Oliver pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he watched the flurry of activity on Cooper's fishing vessel.

Oliver knew the guys had to be coming off the vessel soon.

He also knew Cooper wanted to spend his two day break sleeping but Oliver hoped he'd be happy to see him instead.

When Cooper told Oliver where the vessel would be for their break, he immediately booked a plane ticket out there.

Flying to Alaska wasn't cheap or easy but Oliver would do anything if it meant he could surprise Cooper and see him in person after two months apart.

Oliver finally spotted some men leaving the vessel and his heart started to race when he saw Cooper.

Oliver pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called him.

It warmed his heart when he saw the smile on Cooper’s face as he saw who was calling him.

"Hey, babe," he answered.

"Perfect timing. I'm literally walking off the ship and was about to call you. How'd you know I'd be able to answer?"

Oliver smiled.

"Because I can see you."

Cooper stopped in his tracks and his head shot up.

Oliver waved and when Cooper spotted him, the young man could see the shock on his boyfriend’s face.

Cooper’s phone slipped out of his hand and onto the ground.

He quickly bents to pick it up and then raced off the ship and jogged over to Oliver, barreling into him hard enough that he almost knocked him over.

But Oliver didn't fall because Cooper’s arms were around him, pulling him into his large frame.

Oliver took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Cooper’s hair and then the large man squeezed him and lifted his boyfriend off the ground.

Oliver didn't even care that Cooper was squeezing him hard enough that he suddenly couldn't breathe.

When Cooper finally put Oliver down, he was grinning, his smile wider than the young man had ever seen it before.

"What are you doing here?" Cooper asked, slightly shaking his head.

"I can't believe you're actually here. Am I dreaming? This is the best surprise ever."

"I missed you so much that I wanted to see your face in person."

Cooper continued to look amazed.

"How did you pull this off? You have to take two flights from Seattle and it's not cheap."

Oliver leaned forward and kissed the tip of Cooper’s nose.

"It was an adventure. And like I mentioned before, my boyfriend doesn't let me pay any rent so I have a lot of money sitting around."

Cooper pulled Oliver in again, kissing him hard.

Oliver slid his fingers into Cooper’s overgrown beard so he could cup the sides of his face.

The young man was so happy to see his boyfriend and feel his large arms wrapped  around him and his solid frame against his.

It was worth every second of the day of travel and the money he spent to get here.

They separated when they heard a nearby voice.

"Cooper, is this your boy?"

A few of the men who had been making their way off the vessel were standing near them.

Oliver wasn't sure how friendly they'd be about two men kissing but he didn't have to worry.

Cooper put his arm around the younger man’s slender waist.

"Yep, this is Oliver. He flew out here to surprise me. Can you believe that?"

One of the men smiled and offered his hand.

"I'm Jack. It's good to finally put a face to a name."

Oliver shook his hand and smiled back and Cooper introduced him to the rest of the guys.

"We're not going to see you at all for the next two days, are we?" Jack asked.

Cooper grinned.

"Nope. See you all again, when we're about to leave.”

After the guys walked away, Oliver turned to Cooper.

"You must be ready for a decent meal. Do you want to go get breakfast?"

"Only if the breakfast is you."

Oliver laughed.

"Hotel room it is, then."

Oliver had rented a car and as they made the short drive over to the hotel, Cooper's hand never left his boyfriend’s thigh."

I can't believe you're here," Cooper murmured.

"I'm still in shock."

"I didn't want to go another two months without seeing you."

Cooper squeezed my thigh.

"I hope you're planning on showing me just how much you've missed me."

"Oh, I definitely am. As soon as we get to our hotel room."

Cooper's booming laugh filled the car.

"I'm all for that but I need to take a shower first."

"But I like the way you smell after you've been working."

"Trust me, I need a proper shower. It's not like logging where I smell like sweat, dirt and pine needles. I smell like sweat, ocean water and fish. You're not going to like it. And I need to clean up anyway for what I want to do with you."

"Okay," Oliver laughed.

"We'll start in the shower.

[nel-world]

hi

co worker

KWAMI: Hey there!

CO-WORKER: Hey, how's it going? Just wrapping up some reports.

KWAMI: Same here. Busy day, huh?

CO-WORKER: Definitely. Speaking of which, I need some advice unrelated to work. I've been chatting with this girl for a bit, and we're planning to hang out and grab a bite to eat.

KWAMI: Nice, sounds like a plan.

CO-WORKER: Yeah, but I'm kind of struggling to choose a restaurant. Do you have any suggestions?

KWAMI: Well, it depends on what she likes.

CO-WORKER: She loves Indian food.

KWAMI: Got it. There's a great Indian restaurant called "Bombay Bistro" nearby.

CO-WORKER: That's perfect! Thanks!

KWAMI: No problem. Gotta go now. // Kwami: Hey there! Thanks a lot for recommending the restaurant.

Coworker: No problem at all. Hope you enjoyed it.

Kwami: Actually, I need some advice. We're meeting again for a second date. Do you have any movie suggestions?

Coworker: That sounds amazing! there is a movie khkh playing at amc theater.

Kwami: By the way, are you coming to the party on Friday night?

Coworker: Not sure yet.

Coworker: By the way, did you hear what our boss said about the new project?

Kwami: No, what happened?

Coworker: He mentioned that we might need to work some weekends to meet the deadline.

Kwami: Seriously? That's going to be tough.

Coworker: Yeah, but if we manage it well, it should be fine.

Kwami: Agreed. .// scene: with co worker …party

COWORKER: Come on, man, I told you I'd get you up one of these days. Drinks?

COWORKER: No.

KWAMI: You alright? You seem a little quiet.

ROOMMATE: There's a party.

ERROL: I just dont want to go to parties.

MAX: Oh, man. But parties are great! Free food, free drinks, and lots of people. What's not to like? You haven't lived until you've woken up in a stranger's garden, wearing nothing but a captain's hat and a smile on your face.

Parties are where you master the art of small talk. Do you think I was always this charming? No way. It was the parties. If you don't learn to love them, you'll end up being that weird person who never goes to parties. Is that what you want?

no man i cant do it..

// // KWAMI: It's so good to see you. It's been a while.

CO-WORKER: Yeah, it has. I really need a friend right now.

KWAMI: What's going on?

CO-WORKER: I haven't heard from her. You know, the girl I went on a date with.

KWAMI: Oh, breakup?

The most dangerous animal in the jungle: the female human. One minute she takes you to the heights of ecstasy, and the next, she can shatter your soul with a single glance.

CO-WORKER: I'll be okay. She's the first girl in ages that I've… you know, really liked.

CO-WORKER: I've started writing poems again. I find it helpful. Do you want to hear one?

CO-WORKER: "I thought I was your man, the yin to your yang. But now I sit in the dark and say damn."

KWAMI: I got it.

Yo.

KWAMI: How's work? // // Father Joseph: Your grandfather saved all of his life… to bring the family to this country. He got a good job in the stockyards, had a nice little house in South Chicago. I was about 12. Somebody sold him on the idea he ought to move to the country and become a dairy farmer. Well… he buys some land, you know, and gets a couple hundred cows. Within five months, every one of those cows was dead with disease. It was the Depression. Couldn't sell the land. There was no work. So one day… he took off. Didn't come back. My brothers and me, we split up… to live with friends and relatives. Chasing a stupid dream causes nothing but you and everyone around you heartache. Notre Dame is for rich kids, smart kids, great athletes. It's not for us. You're a Ruettiger. There's nothing wrong with that. You can have a damn nice life. Frank is gonna take over plant number two. In a couple of years, he'll make more than me and Johnny. He's in charge of the expansion program.

[theerurishipper]

I made an attempt.

-

"That was a pretty creative solution to our little problem, Marinette."

Marinette smiled. "Oh, thanks! I do want to be a fashion designer, so it helps to be creative."

"Oh," said Chat Noir, thinking of his father and his crusade to ruthlessly crush any opposition to his supremacy in the fashion world. "Well, you'll have to work really hard, then. See ya!"

He vaulted away innocently, leaving a fuming Marinette behind.

"Did you hear that, Tikki?" fumed Marinette. "He just told me I wasn't good enough!"

Tikki grimaced. "I'm sure that wasn't what he meant-"

"What else could it mean? He just said I'd have to work harder! Which means that he thinks I don't work hard, which means that he thinks I'm no good! What else could it possibly mean?"

Tikki tried to move deeper into Marinette's bag, sensing the complicated turn the conversation was taking. "Uh..."

"He hasn't even seen my designs! You know what? Screw him! I won't be talked down to by some jerk who wears a bell on his cat costume!"

"Marinette, the akuma-"

"You know what, Jerk Noir? It's on. He ain't shit. His job ain't shit. I'll show him! Tikki, spots on!"

Tikki sighed in relief, yearning for the bliss that came with being sucked into the earnings. Somehow, she knew working away to power Ladybug up would feel like a little vacation compared to what she knew was coming. She could only hope that Chat Noir had a family and friends who loved and supported him, and that his family wasn't just him and his neglectful, good-for-nothing father.

Because that would really suck.

-

Ladybug landed in Chloe Bourgeois' tacky room, ready to take on the Evillustrator, who seemed to be giving Chat Noir the works.

"Hey M'lady, what took you?"

Ladybug huffed. "I just spotted a cat on the road, and I stopped to pet him." She paused, for dramatic effect. "He was much cuter than you."

"Excuse me?"

She opened her mouth to say more, feeling smug and self-assured. The Evillustrator then chose to make his move, and Ladybug had to focus on defeating him.

She later watched as her magical ladybugs repaired the damage done to Paris, and sighed as she realized that nice boat Nathaniel had drawn up would disappear. She'd have loved to take Adrien there...

"Pound it?" Chat Noir extended his fist to her, as usual. She stared at it for a while, tempted to leave him hanging.

But no. That would only give away her masterful plans. She needed to be discreet, stealthy, sneaky, like a cat.

No, forget the cat. No cats. Cats were evil.

...What other animal was sneaky?

She shook her head. Focus, Ladybug!

Anyway, where was she? Oh yes! She needed to be sneaky. Ladybug couldn't afford to jeopardize the safety of Paris because of her justified grudge against Jerk Noir. But... Marinette Dupain Cheng had no such responsibilities...

She smirked to herself in glee. He had no idea what was coming. She'd take him on. She'd ruin him. And then he'd know just how hard she was willing to work!

"M'lady?"

She turned to him, her smile sweet and small. "Yeah?"

"You've been giggling to yourself for the past five minutes. Are you okay?"

She smiled at him, flicking his bell. "It's all part of the plan, kitty cat. All part of the plan."

And she left him, confused and befuddled, to deal with Chloe Bourgeois' epic tantrum about having neglected her physics project.

i think there should be more marichat enemy aus. i DONT mean marichat stories where ladynoir are enemies and marichat bonds. i mean actual marichat enemies where marinette and chat noir are actively trying to destroy each other’s lives. something goes wrong during evillustrator and somehow they both come out of it thinking the other hates them. the idea of chat noir hating her civilian self pisses marinette off so she decides to hate him too. marinette constantly has the upper hand here because ladynoir are still partners. chat noir does not understand why his lady is upset with him or why marinette is so mean.

meanwhile adrien is ABSOLUTELY terrified marinette will find out his secret identity and start going after him in real life too. so he avoids her at all costs. marinette is devastated by this and knows in her heart this is somehow chat noirs fault. meanwhile they are making out as ladrien.

[acatnamedturtle]

Life Isn't Just About Work

When we were growing up, my dad worked a lot. Both at his job and as a volunteer for the local ambulance services. He lead by example when it came to showing us kids what hard work can bring to ones life. Hard work is something that I strive for every day in the job that I do. Yet I also know, life can't be just about work.

It's not healthy for a person, and it's not healthy for relationships either.

There needs to be a balance when it comes to the daily grind, and I've slowly been trying to learn how to balance all that. I'm failing miserably at the moment, but I'm trying. The hardest thing for me is cleaning and just general house hold chores. I want to do them, I start to do them, but for health reasons that we'll get into later, more days than not, I just can't do more than five or ten minutes. And that isn't enough to keep an entire house clean and organized. What about that family I mentioned, can't they just keep the house clean.

Mom has her own health issues, and while she tries to help, physically with her disability, she can't. It frustrates her beyond belief, and at times, depresses her. Until I started dealing with my own disabilities that prevent me from doing what I used to, I didn't get what she was talking about. To me, I just figured mom deserved a break, to let me take care of her for a change. She worked hard when we were growing up, working nights and weekends to help provide for the family while taking care of my brother and I during the day, and after my parents divorced, she worked three jobs. And maybe if she'd been able to work until retirement and than retire, it wouldn't be so bad, but she couldn't. She was forced onto disability due to her own body failing her.

But that's all for another time.

When I'm not working, I have a bunch of hobbies that I enjoy. So many people are passionate about one or two topics, maybe three, and they're good at them; I'm not. There's actually nothing I'm truly passionate about, except perhaps reading, but there are many different things that I enjoy. Throughout our journey together, you'll hear a lot about them, and perhaps even enjoy some that we can connect on.

[the-firebird69]

So BJ says I care for you to Island right away or too soon anyone's wondering why and really this a ton of fighting over Tommy F and his stuff is one thing they have other evil plans but that's happening anyways and we agree if you if you go to the island you're through in just a few minutes and America is kind of a place where all races can come or feel they can and they are actually so they're going to do this and isolate themselves it's usually not too good but and they're talking about donut hole and they're threatening it and the threatening our son with it and saying that Mac can't put his ships up. iMac is saying I will anyways and you'll have to endure it or something and they're saying no what our son says is so put it up there cuz you won't stop it and you're inspiring it. And they do inspire it they say a lot of dumb s*** there's a one giant idiot. And it's a Steve the tour guide at Rick Steve and he's out there it's a bunch of trumpsters around him and Trump is walking around as a giant and they usually have one too and it's one of them down there in New Zealand and our senses the only problem I can kill all of them quite easily they don't like it but it's true oh my God the momentum and speed much higher than I thought. This is proceeding now and there's a negotiation and there is a big conversation going on and it's in the NATO building and stuff and really it's smart you have to keep your stuff with you most people put in their bed too cuz they realize people trying to get in there. And then you sleep after they say you're paranoid and stuff and he goes and puts it there sleeps I can hear him complaining we got rest I said that's awesome and it really sucks people here bother people so much

There are several waves of people trying to invade there's 100,300,008 million 10 million and then there's 3 billion from the north and 4 billion from the south and it has been more than that but it started up again today and they took a huge loss literally they're dogs like four or five million globally and that's why they're having a meeting that meeting will be done in a few moments and they will have to come up with what they're going to do are they going to relocate are they going to evacuate and that's what's going on. Their decision is going to come later today and we already have our side ready you're not trying to see what they're doing but it's later this afternoon and this morning Mac had a meeting anyways went ahead with stuff and so are we Max are going to lay off those police and firemen and sheriff that we know to before and other agencies including Federal and we are beginning those projects that we said we're beginning and we're doing it today and I want all in we're going to have a big meeting right now my son and daughter got done a great job under extreme duress is very touchy because everyone's after teeny panties it's ridiculous he's right it's way too much

Thor Freya

It's true that we have a lot of problems we need some help and we need some attention but he says the whole time there's tons of people doing it and our people underdressed too so going through it and he says it's going to get harder so I'm doubling under and I'm understanding something I have a team here and it helping me I'm going in with a positive attitude

Hera

Zues

You got to help to pull off and we helped him a little and then he was doing himself and went a bit far with it it looks like he's testing to see what they're up to cuz you can't trust them and it turns out that they're at each other and it doesn't have any value for him and we understand that and it's true

Olympus

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Smartass | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Four years of despising Katsuki Bakugou has all gone for naught. Tonight you find out the reason behind all the stink eyes, all the shoving you by his shoulder, all the eye rolls, all the rude replies, just—everything.

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You scan your eyes over your dress in front of the full-length mirror. A velvet black cocktail dress that hugs your curves just right, a plunging neckline which shows off both your cleavage and your back, and a slit that shows off your entire right leg—from your feet up to your hip. Your choice of black velvet heels with gold accents compliment your gold accessories well.

"I look fine as fuck." You let out a chuckle as Mina whistles lowly, her eyes scanning your body once, but very, very slowly. "Damn right you do." She agrees, tilting her head to the side quickly.

"Now come on, we're gonna be late." She grabs onto your hand, giving you barely enough time to grab your purse. "Mina, the party is in the gym. It's like a five-minute walk from here."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna miss all the pictures. Fashionably late is good—amazing even. But late late just makes us look like idiots." She sighs as if she's experienced it before and you chuckle lightly, allowing her to drag you to the party.

Even from the outside, you can already see all the colorful lights. You don't need Jiro to know about the deep bass as you can feel it from under your heels. And you don't need supersonic hearing to hear whatever music is being played.

"It's like an early 'welcome to the college life' party instead of a graduation party." Mina smiles brightly as the two of you near the gym even more. "Too bad there isn't any alcohol." She scoffs that part before you two stop right in front of the open doors, taking in the party.

All five classes of your batch are mixed-in together. Here, nobody's caring whether they're talking or dancing to a hero, general, support, or management student.

As your eyes continue to scan the gym, they immediately lock-down on an all-too-familiar blond allowing Eijirou to chat his ear out. Your good mood immediately sizzles into spite and you feel the corners of your lips tug downwards.

Not wanting the simple sight of him ruin your night, you follow Mina to a group of girls, faking a smile.

This night isn't ruined for me.

This night isn't ruined for me.

This night isn't ruined for me.

This night isn't ruined for me.

This night isn't ruined for me.

"If a villain attack happens tonight, your dumbass is the first one to get hit by them."

You close your eyes and slowly let out a breath. It usually helps with controlling your stress, but you already feel anger bubbling inside you. You open your eyes and keep your gaze straight as well as your expression.

"Seriously, who wears six-inch heels and a long dress in an all-hero event? If you had any common sense left in you, you would know that tonight, most likely, villains will attack."

You turn your head to Katsuki, giving him a bored expression. You've tried scowling and cursing at him but that only seemed to push him even more. After four long years of having to hear crap leave his mouth about everything you do, you've gone bored of it.

"Midoriya can probably insult me better than you can at this point." You keep your tone flat, turning your attention back to the crowd because no matter how much he annoys you, how much he clearly hates your guts, Katsuki Bakugou shouldn't have the most gorgeous face you've ever seen. It doesn't fit well with his rotten attitude.

"Don't say that idiot's name while I'm talking to you." Katsuki growls. You feel your heart pitter-patter on your chest but you do a good job at hiding its effects on you.

"Or what? You'll blow my face off? You've overused that line, think of another one."

Katsuki growls, either at your indifference or your reply. You can't really tell with this man.

"Or I'll drag you over to the storage room and lock you in there." You can feel his glare penetrating through your dress and skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

"You knew this party would be held at night, why didn't you wear anything that would cover more skin?"

Given the flickering lights and dark ambience, you didn't think he'd catch onto that tiny detail. It catches you so off-guard that your head whips to face him, an incredulous look stamped all over your face.

"You look dumb." He points out.

You quickly regain composure, blinking away any cracks you've shown before resuming to your bored expression. "Goodluck on your life, Bakugou. I hope to never see you again." for the sake of your poor heart. But you don't add that bit. You don't want to. He'll laugh at your face.

You walk over to the buffet table, picking up a cup of juice as you make small talk with a few people. For a whole hour, that's all you do. Until Uraraka pulls you towards the dance floor.

Kiss Me More by Doja Cat starts playing and everyone cheers. You begin dancing and singing with Uraraka, laughing and swaying your hips at the song.

"I ain't giving you one in public! I'm giving you hundreds, fuck it!" You sing at the top of your lungs, allowing the energy of the song to fill your body, letting it control you.

You feel hands land on your moving hips, and your back is pressed against a hard chest. "Keep swaying your hips like that and see what it gets you." A familiar growl fills your ear, making you chuckle.

You turn around, raising a brow at Katsuki. You weren't prepared to see how he'd look under the flash of red and purple lights. He looks absolutely breathtaking. His vermilion eyes glow in the dark ambience of the room but the occasional flashing of different colors compliment him amazingly.

"You hope to never see me again?" He quotes you, tone obviously upset and irritated. "You have a lot of nerve hoping for something you will never get. If it takes everything in me to prevent it, then so be it."

You scoff, looking away for a second as your jaw begins to harden at the audacity this man has. "So you can what? Continue showing how much you hate my fucking guts for the rest of my life?" You glare at him, "Point taken! Message received! You've accomplished your mission way back when you decided to use every insult you had in your book on me!"

Your lungs burn and your throat aches at all your yelling. Partly because the music forces you to yell so he can understand but also because you've reached your limit. Katsuki Bakugouhas got to be one of the most sexily vexing motherfuckers in this high school. And you can't wait for the day to never lay your eyes on him again.

You turn around, scowl embedded on your face as you march your way back to the buffet table. You quickly grab a cup without stopping before making your way to Mina and the group she's chatting and laughing with.

"Hey babes, I'm going back to my dorm. I'm totally spent and I just wanna pass out right about now." You huff, "After washing up and changing into the most comfortable clothes I can find."

Mina pouts for a moment but as she continues studying your face, you come to a conclusion that you probably look way worse than you think, since she nods her head in agreement.

"Okay, let me just grab a drink then we can head out-"

"No, no, Mina. You don't have to. Stay here and have fun. I'll be okay." You start walking away but she catches up to you.

"Absolutely not. You don't leave a girlfriend to walk home alone after a party."

"Mina—" You stop in your tracks, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You really don't want to take your anger out on your best friend. By yelling at her, you'll be ruining her night as well. So you settle with a tired smile. "I'm a hero. On top of that, we're in school grounds. UA is one of the safest places in Japan. Plus, I just really want to be alone right now."

Mina scans the room before turning back at you, nodding her head. "Okay, still, be careful." She throws her arms around your neck and you wrap yours around her waist, pulling her closer. "Good night." She kisses you on the cheek. "Have fun." You mumble, kissing her cheek back before pulling away.

Your way back to the dorms is quick and you thank the gods for it. Sleeping your anger off is probably not the best course of action but stabbing Katsuki Bakugou in the face has worse consequences. You have to do with what you have.

The second you enter your room, you kick off you heels and begin undoing your dress. Right before you drop the soft material on the floor, you hear a knock on your door.

"Mina, I got back fine. You didn't have to come all the way back here—" When you open the door, the words die in your mouth.

"You're gonna be the death of me, one day." Katsuki grits out, eyes locking in yours.

He's leaning his tall frame on your doorway, forearm pressed on the spot above his head. Despite your irritation on him before, you can't help the heat pooling right below your belly. This pose has to be one of the hottest things he's ever done. Like, Vogue magazine typa shit.

You click your tongue, letting out a tired breath. "Katsuki, can't you just let this go? After this you'll never have to see me again. I'll even go out of my way to make sure all my hero works happen far, far away from your vicinity."

Katsuki didn't like that at all. His brows furrow, his jaw locks and his eyes harden. What had you said that was so wrong now? Where was your mistake?

"You've been repeating that idea the whole night. Christ." He huffs out the last part, burying his face in his hands as if this conversation stresses him out.

"I'm obviously saying the wrong things." Your brows furrow. "Tell me what you wanna hear so you can fuck off and leave me alone!"

"Everything you said has been the complete opposite of what I want to hear!" He yells, making you jump. "Everything you've been doing the entire night—pushing me away, looking at me as if I'm some annoying twerp you're trying to get rid of, everything!"

He looks like he's about to cry. And not in a funny way.

"The second you entered our classroom, you got me tripping on my feet! I can't fucking focus in class, I make sure I don't make any mistakes so I don't fucking embarrass myself in front of you."

What the fuck?

"You're always so good and kind to everyone but you're never that with me! Why?! What do they have that I don't, huh?" He extends his arms beside him in an effort to let this confusing anger out safely.

"What the fuck are you on?" You growl, "For six whole months in our first year, I've been nice to you. And all you've ever done in return is treat me like shit! I'm not a pushover, Bakugou! If someone doesn't treat me right, I don't see why I shouldn't treat them shitty too."

"Alright, explain. Explain to me how I've treated you like shit." He places both his hands on his hips and although he appears to have calmed down, you're afraid one mistake will push him to blow up. Literally. But frustration trumps fear.

"All the glaring! The proving me wrong! Calling me shitty names! Shoving me with your shoulder! Just straight up bullying. You bullied me for four years straight, and you're confused?!" The building shakes from your quirk. Manipulation. What messes you in your game are your emotions. If you can't control them, they take over your quirk.

Though this doesn't seem to faze Katsuki as he continues to rebute your claims. "I wasn't glaring at you, I was trying to figure you out! I wasn't proving you wrong, I was pointing out a fact you missed and wanted you to know about it! I call everyone shitty names! And when I shoved you, I was so desperate to know whether you were as soft as Mina claimed that day." Katsuki is heaving at this point, his expression clearly hoping for you to get his point. However how confusing it is.

Silence engulfs the both of you as a million thought run through your head. You try to piece together whatever Katsuki dumped on you and you reach a very confusing yet a very attractive but very unlikely conclusion.

"When you came in wearing that dress and those heels..." Katsuki snaps you out of whatever mental state you were in. This is the first time he gave a good look at your outfit since he got here. "I noticed too much heads turning to look at you." He growls.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. You're beautiful." Fucking hell. "But they don't need to be so obvious about it. They don't need to fucking gawk at you."

Scratch that, you're now sure about your conclusion.

You bury your teeth on your lower lip, feeling your body heating up. Katsuki likes you back. He thinks you're beautiful. He liked you the same time you started liking him. The both of you are fucking idiots!

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" His voice is low and calm. You're just now noticing how close the both of you are.

"How we're both idiots for assuming and never talking about our problems to each other." You drop your gaze onto his chest, unable to look up at him.

You hear him sigh before he takes a step back, his hands back on his face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He whispers, making you look back up at him. He drops his hands and his face probably looks as tired as yours when you left the party.

"You're tired. Go to sleep, I'll come back in the morning." He begins to walk away but you call out for him before you can stop yourself.

He turns around with raised brows. With quick thinking, you use your quirk to redo the zipper of your dress. "Can you..." I'm either having a stroke or those drinks were laced with something that's making me do this. "Can you help me out of my dress before you go? The zipper's stuck. I don't wanna ruin it."

Katsuki stalls for a second, two, three, four, five—before he slowly walks back to you. You step back a few steps, allowing him in your room for the first time before turning around.

You feel Katsuki's hands tremble as they hold onto the zipper, pulling it down smoothly. The action reveals the white-laced underwear you have on. "Fuck it." Katsuki huffs before kicking your door closed, spinning you around by your hips and oushing you against the wall.

"You." Your organs shake at how deep that octave was. "You, you, you, you." Katsuki's eyes are dark and they hold something you should fear. An emotion so deep and desperate to come out that just the sight of it should have you running for the hills. But no. That dark look is exactly what it takes for your legs to squeeze together.

Katsuki quickly notices this movement but seems to ignore it. He slowly brings his hand up, finger tracing over your arm and up your shoulder, across your neck before settling on your cheek. "Soft." He whispers, running his thumb across your lower lip.

You don't stop yourself from wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it before opening your mouth again. Katsuki's breathing becoms ragged as he stares at his thumb for a few moments before returning his gaze in your eyes.

"Such a fucking tease." He grits out before pressing his lips against yours. You don't stop the noise that leaves your throat at the contact, you don't stop your hands from reaching up his collar and pulling his body closer to yours, you don't stop him from studying the wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue. No. You accept it all. You claw at him, running a hand up his nape to comb your fingers through his hair as you tug on it.

Katsuki's grip on your waist tightens for a moment before he begins to run his hands up and down your waist, you let him snake them around your back to pull you closer all whilst your tongues dance in perfect harmony.

The feel of his calloused hands running up the bare skin of your back has goosebumps erupting all over your body. You whine into his mouth, desperately pushing your body against his for more contact. You want more of this, more of him.

"As much as I love this dress on you, baby." He breathes out, hooking the strap of your dress on his finger before pulling it to the side, allowing it to hang loosely on your shoulder. "I'd prefer you out of it." He does the same action to your other strap and soon enough, your dress is pooling around your bare feet.

Katsuki's eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts. He swears under his breath, "You didn't have a bra on this whole time?" He asks, running a hand from your hips, up your waist before they settle below your breast.

He looks up at you, eyes staring into the deep crevices of your soul. You feel so naked, so exposed at how he’s looking at you but at the same time you love how it feels. You want him to see everything about you. You want to completely unravel yourself for him.

Without another word, Katsuki bends over and takes your sensitive bud in his mouth. You suck in a surprised breath, your core melting at how hot his mouth feels. He maneuvers his tongue to play with your nipple, drawing circles and flicking it. While his mouth busies itself, his hand finds its way to your other boob, massaging it. His fingers tug and twist it, causing your body to dive into a whole new level of overstimulation.

Your hands find his hair once again and you scratch and tug at his scalp, throwing your head back as you arch your back more, pushing your breasts into his face. Katsuki’s other hand slides down your ass, giving it a soft squeeze before running it down the back of your thigh. He pulls at your leg to wrap it around his waist and his other hand mirrors its actions.

You wrap both your legs around his waist, letting him carry you as his mouth moves upwards, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You didn’t even realize he brought the both of you to your bed until he’s throwing you on the soft mattress. You look up at him, towering over you as he stands right by the foot of your bed. He looks ravenous, dangerous. “Bakugou?” You call out, seeing as he spaced out, staring at you.

He blinks, snapping out of his state. “Katsuki.” He says.

“What?”

“Call me Katsuki.”

Butterflies create a tornado inside your stomach as your face flushes. Somehow, him asking you to call him by his actual name feels more intimate than what the two of you were just doing.

You bite on your lower lip, looking away as you wait for your feelings to calm down. Katsuki drops to his knees, the thudding sound making you look back at him.

“Say it. Say my name.”

You swallow, watching him slide his hands up your thighs before running them down the backs of your knees, pulling them apart. “Say my name.”

“Katsuki.” You whisper.

“Louder.”

“Katsuki.” You’re surprised you even managed to find your voice.

Katsuki smirks, “Good girl.” he mutters before pressing kisses down the inside of your thigh.

Some how, that little praise has you wetter than you’ve ever been. You’ve touched yourself before, but whatever you’re feeling is something more extreme. The want is stronger. “Katsuki.” You moan, closing your eyes as you rest your head back on the pillow.

His lips are soft, so, very, soft. He continues littering kisses on both your thighs, slowly making his way up towards your clothed cunt. “You’re wet.” He points out, pressing a finger against the wet spot on your panties.

“Do you want me, baby?” You nod silently in answer, not trusting your voice to sound desperate for him.

“Come on, baby. Use your words. Or I won’t do anything. You’ll just have to spend your night unsatisfied.”

Knowing him, he’s enjoying this too much. You can’t find it in you to be upset with him, though. As you lower your pride and look for your voice, you part your lips and try to piece together words.

“I... Want... You.”

“You want who?” He chuckles.

You huff, “I want you,” You bring your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes, “Katsuki. I want you. Please.”

You cringe at how desperate you sound, but that immediately disappears at the feeling of his warm tongue pressing against your panties. “Oh hells.” You gasp, your hands flying to his hair as you rake your fingers through them.

Katsuki licks and kisses you through your panties before pulling them down, crumpling them in his hand. He makes a show out of pressing the laced fabric on his nose and taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes in satisfaction.

“You’re more perverted than Mineta, it seems.” You chuckle, though the sight of him sniffing your used panties turns you on even more.

Katsuki opens his eyes and glares at you. “Don’t compare me to that gross twerp.” He snaps, shoving your panties into his pocket. You raise a brow at his action but his brushes you off, returning his head in between your thighs.

“I’ll eat you up real good, baby.” His hot breath fanning over your throbbing cunt is enough for you to let out a soft moan. “You just lay there and take it.”

Katsuki doesn’t waste any time at all. The second your head hits the pillow, he runs his tongue up your slit, making you tighten your grip on his hair. It’s addicting, really. This feeling. The feeling of Katsuki sucking on your folds, the feeling of Katsuki lapping you up like he’s starved for you, the feeling of Katsuki pressing his tongue inside you, making you throw your legs around his head, caging him against your cunt. The feeling of Katsuki not fighting the fact of being trapped in your legs and instead welcoming it.

The feeling of Katsuki himself.

Jesus Christ–you’d move the universe for this man to just stay in between your legs for the rest of your lives.

Your body trembles as the knot tightens in your belly. Again, you’ve touched yourself before, but Katsuki makes it seems like you never did.

“Holy shit, Katsuki! I’m close! I’m so close!” You whine, rocking your hips in a desperate attempt to find more friction.

“That’s it, baby. Let loose. The second you do, you’re all mine.” And you don’t question that for a second. Cause you’ve always been his. Despite how you thought he hated you, despite convincing yourself that he hates you more than he hates losing, you now know deep down that your body, your soul, and your heart truly belongs to him.

Your head grows light and your thighs continue to shake tremendously as your unraveling nears. You’re tugging at his hair harshly, hips moving on their own and your mouth babbling whatever comes to mind.

It’s when Katsuki sucks at your clit that you tip-over. Your orgasm crashes down on you as a loud moan is ripped from your throat. 

Katsuki finishes the act off with a kiss on your clit before crawling up towards you. He captures your lips and you let him take the lead, unable to find the energy.

"Aren't you gonna take a bath, dumbass?" He asks as he cradles your weak body, pressing it against him. You wonder how you've never once thought about hugging Katsuki. It's the best feeling in the world. Safe, warm, and content.

"You give me a bath." You mutter, sleepiness catching up to you.

"Hah? Who do you think you are?" He glares at you as you look up at him, a smug smile stretched across his face. "Your girlfriend."

Katsuki is taken aback for a moment and you fear you might have misread this whole thing. But he sighs and stands up, carrying you in his arms.

You feel something soft being wrapped around your naked body as he marches out the room. "We're gonna get caught, idiot." He mutters but doesn't falter in his step.

"And what will they do? Expel us?" You chuckle.

Katsuki scoffs at that. "Smartass."

[imaginativeamateur]

Congratulations on the milestone~ :D Can I request prompt 9 fluff w/ neji x fem reader ,,, I actually twisted my ankle recently and found the prompt there kinda funny

[Neji Hyuuga X Reader] Coincidentally

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Prompt: 9 — “I twisted my ankle."

Pairing: Neji Hyuuga x fem!Reader

Note: Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope your ankle is healed by now, take care by the way. This one is a fluff, Boruto and Himawari are a great help in this one, too! Hope you'll enjoy!

You agreed to help Hinata and Naruto watch the kids to give them some time to be together, knowing that having two toddlers sometimes would be difficult. You were their aunt-in-law anyway, and they were also close with you.

Neji was having a meeting with the Council and would return for lunch. You had to accompany the siblings, at the same time, prepare a meal for the four of you. It was not as challenging as you thought it would be, Boruto did a good job helping you gather ingredients here and there while you had Himawai on your back as you cooked.

While you were chopping the vegetables, Himawari went on to talk about how Boruto woke his Dad up in a ridiculous way with stuttering words since she was still learning to speak. Boruto got back at his sister by blaming her for ripping their stuffed animal apart. You chuckled at their heated argument, asking questions here and there, which gave them more than enough push to fuel the argument with the other side—though your intention was to appease the situation.

“Didn’t Hinata make the both of you shake hands already?” You asked, assembling the omelet onto a plate.

“Yeah, but…,” the blonde drifted off as he rolled his eyes.

“Boruto,” you signaled him to move closer, “ can you help me put this on the table, please?”

The boy happily complied, helping you transporting the steamy dishes onto the dining table. After you were done, you unclasped the carrier and held Himawari in your arms as you made your way to the living room, “Alright, uncle Neji will return in ten more minutes. We will wait for him and eat lunch together, okay?”

“Auntie, be careful!” Boruto shouted from behind.

“What—”

And you gracelessly rolled your ankle, misstepping on a plastic ball rolling on the ground since you were focused on tucking Himawari’s hair back. Luckily, there was a chair for you to grab onto before both of you landed on the floor. You yelped and the blonde rushed to your side, “Auntie Y/N, are you okay?”

You released a sharp exhale, wincing when you tried to rotate the swelling ankle, but your frown disappeared when Himawari and Boruto gave you round eyes with worry present on their faces, “I’m fine, it just hurts a bit.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t put the ball away.” Boruto lowered his head in apology.

“It’s alright, can you watch Himawari while I go and treat my leg for five minutes?” You ruffled his hair.

Boruto immediately nodded his head and took Himawari’s little hand. You hopped on one leg to your bedroom and searched the drawers for the pain-relieving spray. Just then, you heard the door opened and Neji’s voice echoed through the hallway, “Hello, I’m back!”

“Uncle Neji!” Himawari was the first to speak, “Auntie Y/N, she… she…”

“Auntie Y/N is hurting a bit,” Boruto helped his little sister out in a particular way that did not help you at all. But you could not blame him, the boy was just repeating your words.

Neji was confused at their ambiguous indications, but you could hear his voice wavering with concern, “Where is she?”

“She’s in the bedroom.”

Oh, shoot. You rushed to the door on one foot but your husband crashed into the room with a frown on his lips. You awkwardly smiled, “Hello, honey!”

“What happened?”

“I twisted my ankle.”

He turned around, marched in the direction of your kitchen, and returned with a towel with some ice inside, “Sit down on the bed.”

You sat down and lifted your foot for him to examine the sprain, “It doesn’t hurt that much though.”

Neji sighed, “How did you manage you twist your ankle, Y/N?”

“It was because I didn’t clean up,” Boruto poked his head into your room, “Auntie Y/N tripped over the plastic ball. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Boruto.” You beamed and nudged the Hyuuga by his side, “Besides, it will heal in no time! Right, Neji?”

He nodded, figured that the kids were probably afraid of his stern expression, “Yeah, you two can come in, Uncle is not angry.”

The siblings made their way in, eyes gluing on their uncle’s hands. Himawari commented, “Mom also did this when… Dad tripped.”

“Oh?” You chuckled, “Why did Naruto fall then?”

“He tripped over a ball.”

You exhaled, humming, “What a coincidence.”

“Since Uncle and Auntie are so like Dad and Mom,” Himawari suggested and both of you peered at her, “are you going to make a baby like Dad and Mom, too?”

Now you completely understood the hardships that Hinata and Naruto were enduring.

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[alloftheimaginess]

Hold on

It’s officially time for the Christmas imagines so for my first one I decided to use one Christmas song to write out the feelings that are usually surrounded by the holiday in imagines with different characters.

Warnings: blood, gunshots and sadness

“Yn next time tell your mom that all of these gifts aren’t necessary next year” she says coming back to the car and I laugh.

“Hey, if you have a problem with the amount of gifts you talk to her because I refuse to do it. I’m not breaking her Christmas heart” I say and she laughs shutting the back door and I look up at the snow falling.

“It’s always so beautiful this time of year” I say.

"Thank you so much for coming with me tonight, I know you had to miss out on a major case but I appreciate you making time for me" I say turning to face her and she smiles at me and I grab the front of her jacket and I go to pull her close and I feel a pressure hit me and blood goes all over Emily's face and she stands there frozen in horror as I fall and it takes her a second to react.

"Yn! Oh my god" She says dropping down beside me and she applies pressure to the wound.

"Hey look at me you're okay" she says.

"Someone call 911!" She yells looking around and everyone that was walking down the streets looking at the Christmas lights starts running away when more shots are fired off.

"Please someone call 911!" She yells as my blood bleeds into the snow under me.

"Look at me, that's good keep looking at me" she says and I cough up blood and she looks around.

"Yn I have to move my hands so I can call 911" she says and I nod and she hesitates before pulling away and she's shaking badly and she reaches into her pocket and she pulls out her phone struggling to dial 911 and she puts the phone on speaker and she drops it and puts her hands back.

"911 what's your emergency?" The operator asks.

"I need some help" she says giving them our address.

"What's your emergency?" She asks.

"Yn, keep your eyes open. Do not close them" she says.

"Ma'am what's wrong?" The operator asks.

"My wife was shot" she says.

"Where?" She asks.

"The chest, just please hurry and send someone" she says.

"Help is on the way, they're thirteen minutes out" she says.

"Thirteen minutes? She's going to die if I wait that long" she says.

"I'm moving her, the hospital is like five minutes away. I'm just going to take her myself" she says.

"Yn keep your eyes open for me baby" she says.

"Ma'am you shouldn't move her until the paramedics get there. You could kill her" she says.

"I could kill her? This thirteen minute wait is going to kill her!" She yells and I squeeze her hand struggling to breathe.

"It's okay" I whisper and she shakes her head.

"It is not okay Yn" she says and I smile at her and I start coughing and blood comes out and she uses her thumb to wipe it off.

"Hey" I say.

"Stop Yn, I know what you're doing but please just stop" she says and I shake my head.

"Emily there's a chance I'm not surviving this so just let me talk" I say and she nods.

"I know I can be a giant pain in the ass but so can you" I say and she chuckles.

"That's true" she whispers.

"I think we were made for each other, I know everyone always talks about the amount of years apart we are but I think that made us who we were. I needed you to come into my life, you changed me and you saved me. I was close to losing my job because I was being reckless and not caring" I say struggling.

"And you needed me to pull you out of your darkness, to show you light when you couldn't find it. You mean everything to me and there's nothing I would change, arguments and all it made us who we are. I love you more than I love anything and you will forever be my always" I say laying a hand on her cheek and I smile at her.

"You'll forever be my always" she says.

"You know it doesn't even hurt, I always thought getting shot would hurt way more than this" I say putting my arm down and I let out a shaky breath as my eyes shut and she leans her forehead on mine.

“Hey keep your eyes open” she cries.

“Yn baby, I need you to open your eyes for me. I can hear the sirens they are coming. Yn just open your eyes for me, let me see them” she pleads.

"Hang on okay, they are almost here" she whispers as she sobs.

[rowanaelinn]

Strange Love

A one shot I’ve been working on for a few days to thank you for 100 followers!! I’m so happy to see people enjoying my fics, i truly love it.

warning: nsfw

“What can I get you?” The barkeep asked Aelin with his most charming smile. He was young and a brunette, exactly Aelin’s type, and according to his name tag he was named Chaol. If only she was less tired or if she was in Doranelle for her own fun she might have tried to flirt with him. “We’ll take two Sex On The Beach, please,” Fenrys, Aelin’s best friend, and coworker, ordered for them both. As funny as it was, whenever they saw each other they drank the same thing. They had met at a work conference five years ago, both of them were sitting at the bar, not in the mood to keep up with their boss, and both of them were drinking the same thing. it had become their ritual, that little thing that made their friendship special.

The waiter nodded and started preparing the drinks. When Aelin looked at her friend he had an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face. “What is it?” She asked.

“That guy is basically Sam with straight hair, you can’t keep seeing men that look exactly the same.”

“That’s not true!” It was true. “Besides, I wasn’t going to try anything.”

The look he gave her proved he didn’t believe her. When Chaol brought their drinks and winked at Aelin, she couldn’t help but laugh with Fenrys. “Okay, I may have a type,” Aelin admitted and Fenrys shook his head as he drank. “But there is nothing wrong with that!”

“Of course there’s nothing wrong with it, Ace. But having a type and dating the same guys in different fonts every time are two very different things. You need to spice things up!” He shook her shoulders and they both laughed. “You work your ass off all the time. For Mala’s sake, you haven’t got laid in two years.”

She took the little piece of pineapple hanging on the rim of her glass and threw it into Fenrys' head, right between the eyes. “I should never have told you this.”

Of course, the bastard just laughed, he never took things seriously, exactly like Aelin, as long as it wasn’t about her. “We are on another continent for four days, why don’t you go for it and have some fun.”

“I am at a club with you, I’m having lots of fun.”

“Unless you want to sleep with me again, I can’t give you the fun I’m talking about right now.” This time she took Fenrys’s piece of pineapple and this time he received it on the nose.

“Sleeping with you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” Fenrys put both hands on his heart, pretending to be hurt by Aelin’s words. She shook her head as she laughed and looked around her. The club was quite crowded for a Thursday night, Fenrys and Aelin both had been lucky to find seats at the bar. “So you want me to take advantage of Elide and Lorcan’s wedding to have sex, that’s what you mean?”

“You'll meet a lot of people at their rehearsal dinner tomorrow or at the ceremony on Saturday. Many of them will be Lorcan’s friends that you will see only for two days.”

“I’m Elide’s bridesmaid, Fen. I won’t have time to flirt.”

“Elide told me Lorcan’s best man was hot!” he tried as he finished his first drink and ordered another one for both of them.

“He is Lorcan’s friend, I don’t trust anyone who pulls out with Lorcan’s bullshit,” She said and finished the end of her glass so that Chaol could take it back and put another one in front of her. “Besides Elide.”

“Amen,” Fenrys said as they clinked their drinks. Lorcan wasn’t Aelin and Fenrys’s biggest fan, and the feeling was mutual. Elide might see another side of this man when it’s just the both of them because Aelin didn’t know why else she would marry him. But Aelin never saw her sister happier than when she was with Lorcan, so Aelin was happy for her.

“Well since you don’t want to get laid tomorrow and Saturday, why not tonight? If you discreetly turn around you’ll see one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen staring at your back.”

Aelin was skeptical. Fenrys and her had similar tastes in women but not in men. She took her drink in hand and turned around slowly as if she was just looking around the club.

Her breath caught when she found a man with silver hair looking at her. He was sitting a few seats away from Aelin, and his eyes were fixed on her. She had dressed up well, she might not have gotten a lot of action lately because of her job but she still loved to be looked at. She was beautiful and she knew it, so she had no reasons to hide.

She had borrowed one of Lysandra’s dresses today, this one was gold. The dress was tight and exposed enough of her chest and back that she caught several glances at her tonight. The stranger was one of them. He had no shame in lowering his gaze to her breast and biting his lip. When his gaze descended again on Aelin's body, she arched her back slightly, crossing her legs to make her dress rise a little more.

As he drank in the sight of her, she marveled at the way his white shirt exposed his muscles. She even caught a tattoo on one of his arms, and with the way his head is turned toward her she could swear the tattoo went up to his neck. It was Aelin’s turn to bite her lip, she always found men with tattoos hot.

When Aelin looked back at his face he had a satisfied smirk, happy to catch her staring. She wouldn’t feel ashamed, not when it seemed he had to readjust his position in his seat after looking at her. She drank her cocktail down in one and delicately wiped her lips with her thumb, drawing the stranger's attention to them. Gods, it was almost too simple. Aelin loved the hunt, she loved to make things last. If she didn't have to fight for something it meant it wasn't worth it.

But the man wasn’t at her side yet, he was just sitting and seemed content to look at her. Most men would already be talking with her now or would be using their tongue in another way. But if Aelin learned something in twenty-seven years of life, it was that men didn’t like to wait. But maybe this silver-haired stranger did, maybe he was like her.

“You’re going to help me,” Aelin said as she took Fenrys' hand, he hurriedly finished his drink before getting down from his chair, following Aelin onto the dance floor. She slightly accentuated the sway of her hips, sure to have the stranger's attention on her.

“You’re the devil,” Fenrys chuckled as his hands slid on her hips and turned her around, pressing her back into his front. They started dancing slowly, both of their hips moving together. As her head fell back on Fenrys’s shoulder and one of his hands trailed up to her stomach, she opened her eyes to find the stranger staring at them.

If Aelin knew anything else about men is that they felt entitled to what doesn’t belong to them. So if she wanted to make him jealous to get what she wanted in the end, she would rather use Fenrys than a random man who could get violent for rejecting him in the end.

“With all the work I put into this I sure hope you'll ask me to join,” Fenrys said loud enough for her to hear as his lips grazed where the shoulder met her neck.

“Go find your own fun,” Aelin wasn’t shy in the bedroom but never had she done a threesome and she certainly wouldn’t have her first with a stranger.

The stranger’s eyes narrowed as she slid a hand on Fenrys’s blonde curls, arching against him. He tightened his grip around his glass of whiskey. Aelin's eyes were fixed on his fingers. She could imagine what they would feel like on her cheeks, breasts, stomach, tights or even inside her. Her inside twitched at that thought.

From the look on his face, he knew what had just been on her mind. Was this supposed to impress me? He seemed to ask as he arched his brow. He leaned in his seat and made a sign to Aelin to keep going. She couldn’t help but smirk and decide she liked this man.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Aelin winked at the man and turned around. She slid her hand around Fenrys neck and he automatically knew what she was doing. He laughed as he lowered his head to kiss her.

The kiss was heated, exactly the way it needed to be. One of his hands gripped her ass, bringing her closer to him while the other found her breast. She moaned, imagining the stranger's hands instead of Fenrys’s. Aelin opened her eyes to find him right in front of her, still sitting, staring at them. He was breathing heavily, eyes fixed on her. It felt so scandalous to kiss someone just for the show, just to provoke someone else.

She closed her eyes as Fenrys broke the kiss to start nipping at her neck. She threw her head back, still thinking about someone else's lips. Fenrys was good at it, but he wasn’t the one she needed now.

“Can I cut in?” A deep voice interrupted them as a warm hand slid on Aelin’s waist. She turned around to see deep green eyes staring at her. Her heart started beating faster at the mischief in these eyes, Aelin had no idea what she had just got into. Fenrys took his hands off her and kissed her cheek, murmuring to her to stay safe, to call him if she needed and he left them alone. Or as alone as they could be in a crowded club.

Having him so close to her made her feel many things but she did her best to keep a normal face. She gasped when he used his hand around her waist to turn her around, pressing her back to his front. Well, that wasn't exactly what she imagined herself doing once she spoke to him. “Don’t be shy, baby. You seemed to like dancing like a whore five minutes ago, didn’t you?”

She could feel herself getting wet at his crude words, this man was going to kill her before the end of the night and she wasn’t complaining. “Maybe I just don’t want to dance with you,” she taunted as her hips started moving with his. As she arched her back to feel more of him, she felt the evidence of his desire. Gods, he had gotten hard watching her. That might be the hottest thing Aelin ever lived.

“Is that why your eyes were on me when your tongue was down his throat?” One of his hands slid up, close enough to her breast for him to stroke the underside with his thumb. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she turned her head to find his eyes on her. She could see all his features now, and she’d been stupid to think every man she had been attracted to had been her type. Her type was him, nothing else.

She couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed. Looking at him as he touched her was too intense, she ground her ass harder on his erection, wanting to make him as desperate as she was. His hand slipped around her waist, holding her as close as he could, as the other one cupped her cheek, keeping her eyes on him. His thumb traced the curve of her lips, she opened her mouth and she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of his finger in the most provocative way possible while keeping her eyes innocent.

He growled and inserted his thumb in her mouth, she closed her full, luscious, lips around it and turned her tongue around the tip. He leaned to her ear and whispered, tickling her with his hot breath, "You want me to fuck you, baby?"

She nodded eagerly, no longer caring that she looked desperate when his hand slid down to her thigh, just below her dress. He stroked her skin, if he moved his hand up a little he could touch her panties. “Are you wet?” He asked, making her clench around nothing. She didn’t have time to nod before his finger stroked her lace-covered slit. She moaned loudly around his thumb, suddenly grateful for the music. He slipped one finger under her panties and groaned at what he found. She closed her eyes as he caressed her folds, not touching either her entrance or clit. This man was a tease and Aelin loved it. “You’re so fucking wet, is it all for me?” he asked and let out a low laugh when she didn’t answer. “Does it turn you on to be touched in front of everyone?”

As if only remembering where they were, Aelin’s eyes shot open and she turned her head, trying to see if anyone was looking at them. Aelin’s mouth was left empty without the man’s thumb. He used his free hand to push her head back on his shoulder, forcing her to look at him. He had a satisfied smirk on his lips and didn't look worried about the hundreds of people around them.

“Nobody’s noticing you, baby. But you’re gonna have to stay quiet for me because I’m going to make you come right now and I don’t want anyone else to look at you.”

She wanted to protest, she really wanted to. But all she did was bite her lip when the stranger's thumb flicked her clit and another of his fingers plunged into her entrance. He didn’t wait before thrusting into her at the right rhythm to get her off. He added another finger and Aelin couldn’t help but let out another moan.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure but it apparently wasn’t in the man’s plan. “Look at me when I make you come, baby.” Too gone to care, Aelin opened her eyes and clenched around his finger when she met his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and having them on her as she started rolling her hips against his hand was almost too much. “You’re so tight, I can’t wait to feel your cunt around my cock,” He whispered in her ear as he added a third finger. He circled her clit one last time and she fell over the edge, hiding her head in his neck as she bit her lip to the blood not to scream of pleasure. He didn’t stop thrusting into her, prolonging her climax. When her walls stopped spasming around his finger he stopped, pulling out his fingers.

Her legs were shaking and if he didn’t use his arm to hold her she would have fallen on the floor. “You did so well,” he praised her, kissing the top of her head. She just let a man whose name she didn’t know finger her in public and made her come faster than anyone ever did. She could almost laugh at the situation if she wasn’t still so needy.

“Join me in the bathroom?” He asked and she didn’t answer, only took his hand and started walking. The moment he closed and locked the door, she was thrown on the wall and his lips crashed onto hers. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding her hands through his soft silver hair.

"What's your name?" She asked as he kissed her jaw and then her neck.

He looked back at her face, she was grateful he was holding her legs because she felt them weaken, pinned under his stare. “What’s yours, baby?” She wanted to say she asked first, but she knew enough about him to know he was in control.

“Celeana,” the lie rolled off her tongue easily. No matter how good this man was, he was still a stranger and Aelin was a woman. The less he knew about her, the better. “Yours?”

“You won’t need to call me anything else than ‘sir’.” He said with a proud smirk as he got her back on her feet and turned her around to face the mirror. He pushed her so her hands rested on the sink, the only thing holding her when he started kissing her neck.

“If I’m too rough you say red, understand?” He asked, looking at her in the mirror. She just nodded, leaning her back into his front. He pulled her dress up around her waist and spanked her. She bent over the sink, only held on her legs by the man's hold on her hip. The pain spread throughout her body, setting all her nerves on fire. “Use your damn words, Celeana.”

“Yes.” Not the answer he wanted because he spanked her twice, once on each ass cheek, harder than the first time. She couldn’t hold back her moans.

“Want to say something?” He asked, his tone mocking. She shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t like being treated that way. She had had public sex and been degraded for the first time in her life tonight, and the gods knew how much she loved all of it.

“I understand, sir.” She breathed.

“So you can be a good girl, that’s surprising.” He said as he stroked her ass. “You’d deserve to be spanked to the blood for kissing another man in front of me.” She moaned at his words. she arched her back, silently begging for more. He let out a soft chuckle and instead of giving her what she wanted, he took his hand off her ass. She cried out, mourning the loss of his hand.

He wrapped her long golden hair around his wrist, pulling at it. He made her look at him in the mirror as he slid the strap of her dress, exposing her bare breast. Aelin hated wearing a bra, and stopping wearing one did wonders for them.

The man took one in his hand, playing with her nipple as he used his other hand to pull harder at her hair. “Beg for it,” He commanded but Aelin didn’t. Unhappy with her behavior, he slapped her breast, hard. He took her nipple between his fingers and twisted, making her cry out in pain. “If you don’t beg me, you brat, your pretty pussy is the next thing I will spank and I won’t stop until you come.”

“Gods, please,” she moaned, a tear falling from her eye. “Please, sir. Fuck me, I need you in me, sir.” She didn’t care how pathetic she sounded, she would die if she didn’t have this man in her.

“Celeana?” He asked as he made her panties slide down her legs.

“Sir?”

“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” He bent her over the sink and unbuckled his belt. Aelin wanted to see his cock, he had felt so big against her ass.

His tip teased her entrance and then her clit. She didn’t care if someone heard her moan as he slowly entered her. He was big, bigger than any of the men she ever had. He buried himself to the hilt, groaning as her walls spasmed around him. It hurt to have him inside of her, but she welcomed and enjoyed the pain, and he knew it.

That’s why he didn’t wait for her to adjust and started thrusting into her, hard. Her eyes shut, focusing entirely on the feeling of him filling her.

She was shaking so much she didn’t know how her legs kept holding her. He pulled out and entered her again, hard, his balls slapping her clit. “Your cunt feels so fucking good,” He moaned, going faster, harder. His hand slammed on her ass, tearing another cry out of her. She was close.

He made her rise, hanging the angle of his cock, keeping her from falling with a hand around her throat. Delicately, he tightened his grip, and Aelin’s eyes rolled. His other hand found her clit.

“Sir,” she moaned, trying to hold her orgasm back.

“What is it, baby?” He was breathless. “Use your words, Celeana.”

“Please, can I come?” She prayed to every gods in the world he would let her come, but when she opened her eyes and found him smirking she knew her prayers were useless.

He only said “No,” and thrust faster in her, chasing his own orgasm.

Aelin wished she had a name to moan as she tried to focus on everything but the feeling of this man in her pussy and his finger on her clit. She cried,  both in pain and pleasure as he kept going, hitting that spot deep inside of her nobody ever hit before

“Let go,” he grunted. “Come for me, Celeana.” His grip around her neck tightened even more and she lost control. She screamed, loudly, as she fell over that cliff of pleasure. Barely noticing she squirted. He kept thrusting into her and came a second later, spilling himself inside of her. Both leaned on the sink, trying to take their breath.

He pulled out of her and made her sit on the sink. Her back rested against the mirror, too tired to do anything by herself. He got dressed and took some paper to clean her up, she whimpered, too sensitive to be touched. He softly apologized, kissing her shoulder as he helped her get her dress back in place.

“Think you would want to do this again?” He asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. There was only curiosity and desire in his eyes, not demands.

“Sorry,” She gave him a small smile. “I’m not from here and anyway, I don’t really do more than one nightstand.” Gods forbid anyone ever gets attached. He only nodded and gave her a small smile full of understanding.

“Will I ever get your name?” She teased him, earning a soft laugh from him.

“I think I‘d like to keep some mystery.”

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“We’re late,” Fenrys stated as they both entered the elevator.

“We’re fashionably late,” Aelin corrected him and he snorted. Both of them were past the point of fashionably late. Elide would be mad at her, she knew it, but Lorcan would be too and she kind of liked the sound of that.

“She’s going to kill you,” Aedion warned as he met them in the hall. Aelin quickly took him and Lysandra in her arms and started walking to the reception room.

“She won’t be physically violent, she won’t take the risk to ruin her bridesmaid look.”

“It’s Elide we’re talking about, it’s not physical violence I would worry about if I was you.” Lysandra chuckled, of course, she would find it funny. Aelin rolled her eyes but laughed along with her friend. Soon they were in the room, they were careful not to make noises, not wanting to drag attention to them.

She looked at her watch and sighed, one hour late wasn’t that bad, was it? At least, Fenrys would suffer from Elide’s rage if it came to that. Aelin took a glass of champagne and walked to Elide and Lorcan. Lorcan was talking to someone but she couldn’t see who because this bastard was just too tall. “Ellie,” Aelin started, taking the small woman in her arms. Maybe affection will make her less angry?

“You bitch!” Elide whisper-shouted, pushing Aelin away from her. Well, her plan definitely didn’t work.

“Elide, you look ravishing,” Fenrys winked and Aelin had to use all her focus not to laugh at Elide’s angry face. She was almost shaking as if it was taking everything in her not to yell at Aelin and Fenrys. If she laughed right now she was kicked out of the wedding, she knew it. Elide seemed to relax a little as Lorcan’s arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Galathynius, Moonbeam.” He nodded. “So your plane didn’t crash.” She said with a point of humor but Aelin didn’t care and flipped him off. Fenrys just softly laughed and put an arm around Aelin’s shoulder, a normal way for him to show his affection.

“You two didn’t meet Lorcan’s best man.” Elide said as the man who talked with Lorcan turned around. Aelin’s heart stopped. No, no, no, no. “Rowan, this is Aelin, my sister. Aelin, this is Rowan, Lorcan’s best friend.”

This had to be some kind of sick joke, there was no way the man who fucked her last night was Lorcan’s best man. The universe really hated her. His eyes widened when he saw her and even more when Elide said Aelin’s name. Her real name.

Fenrys burst out laughing loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

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