#these are the only cards i have from round 1 cause i just bought them recently on ebay

[loafofbr3adtm]

they call me mr. sticker

[internettrawler]

Curse of Strahd Campaign ask thing for @mandisawesome:

As for spoilers: we have finished the campaign are our characters are somewhere in the feywild for further chaos

1. Introduce your party: who are they at the start of the campaign?

Elin--half elf feylock whose pact involves being the star of a fey reality TV show

Sariel-Elin’s best friend and a half elf lore bard who is the flesh prison of a demon barbarian that sometimes escapes containment

Narzzy--noble dragonborn thief who learned his trade by stealing food from his family’s kitchens

Sparkle-Narzzy’s forest gnome fighter best friend/self proclaimed bodyguard who is easily distracted by basically everything.

Shaumar-human devotion paladin that was trying to get into fantasy lawschool and did not sign up for this shit

2. How/why did you come to Barovia?

Everyone but the paladin got an invitation to help via a fancy lady that may or may not have been a fey in disguise. The paladin got sucked into Barovia to be the personal plaything of Strahd (aka played came in late and we DM ex machina-ed him in)

3. What did your Tarokka reading reveal?

(The Anarchist) This card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy: I see walls of bones, a chandelier of bones, and a table of bones—all that remains of enemies long forgotten.

(the mercenary) This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope. The thing you seek lies with the dead, under mountains of gold coins.

(the illusionist) This is a card of power and strength. It tells of a weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight. A man is not what he seems. He comes here in a carnival wagon. Therein lies what you seek

(the Broken one) Your greatest ally will be a wizard. His mind is broken, but his spells are strong.

(the Beast) Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him! The Beast sits on his dark throne.

4. Did your DM make any major changes to the module?

Not really, just let character’s backstories cause chaos. Fey patrons asked for some shit for their show and the bard’s inner demon caused chaos a few times. Paladin almost died of exhaustion from refusing to sleep because of Strahd’s torment, but that was just a slight modification to RAW.

5. Did your party travel with any NPCs?

We tried to travel with Rictavio, but he wanted nothing to do with us. We did the last fourth of the campaign with Ezmeralda.

6. Who is your/the party's favorite NPC?

Blinksy--we bought every toy he would sell us. We were basically Barovian Santa by the end of the campaign. We were also fond of Escher, but he died before we could form as strong a bond as we did with Blinksy

7. Most hated NPC?

The Hags. We hated them so bad. The paladin hated Ez, but even he admitted that the Hags were worse on paper.

8. How did your first meeting with Strahd go?

No one died, but it was at a funeral. We also got our poor tormented Paladin who would have tried to murder him if he wasn’t on like five HP.

9. Did you attend dinner at Castle Ravenloft?

We did. We were polite until the fey patrons insisted on asking the warlock to cause a little chaos by casting remove curse on Strahd. We definitely got thrown into the dungeons and had to escape.

10. What was your favorite location to visit?

The Dread Castle was our favorite place as players. We snuck in at least twice after the dinner. PCs liked Mordenkeinen’s Magnificent Mansion the best because it wasn’t Barovia.

11. What was the scariest thing your party went through?

Baba Lysaga nearly killed everyone in the first round with a well placed spell. Which meant we ended up losing our only healer AND dealing with a demon on top of everything.

12. Did any player characters or beloved NPCs die?

Escher. RIP to a gentleman and writer of moste excellent fictions (which are currently being published and enjoyed by the fey fans). Bard would have died three times if she wasn’t a prison for a demon, Rogue would have died by goat if not for the Fey Patrons.

13. Did anyone find love?

Ismark fell for Paladin. Paladin fell for Bard. Bard rolled shit to spot his feelings, so she fell for Ez, who doesn’t do relationships. Warlock tried her hand at matchmaking and botched it so bad that no one knew who they liked for a while. Escher fell for Rogue. Fighter fell in love with magic and friendship (which is obviously the best ship)

14. What is your favorite memory from the campaign?

Funniest momenst were when Narzzy the rogue botched a slight of hand check to steal from Strahd and grabbed the wrong rod of power and when the warlock bitch-slapped the paladin with eldritch blast because he needed to sleep before he got so exhausted that we had to carry him.

Favorite moment was when we all flew in to stay at one of the player’s houses for the final three sessions for a Strahd murder sleepover complete with creepy snacks and cats (everything’s better with cats).

15. Did you defeat Strahd???

Yes...but we all rolled shit to put that final stake in. Three nat 1s and no rolls above 5 between 5 PC and 2 NPCs for two rounds.

16. Re-introduce your party: who are they currently, or at the end of the campaign?

Narzzy is now a gentleman thief and cook who has started a very successful chocolate trade route into Barovia.

Sparkle is a fighter with more smarts than strength or sense, but now with super shiny sword and a fey familiar that has almost caused two separate inter-planar incidents.

Elin’s show has been renewed for a second season and has a steady stream of fan mail that gives her minor boons (or curses) as she does her thing.

Sariel has gotten a decent hold on her inner demon and accidentally summoned a pegasus. She’s the current fey favorite and the Witchlight monarch.

Shaumar is looking into the feylock’s contract to see if his personal life can stop being broadcast to the entire feywild, especially now since he finally got the bard of his dreams to roll higher than a ten insight to realize that he loved her romantically.

[maximuswolf]

So i started playing .Forty-Five and now i'm addicted

So i started playing .Forty-Five and now i'm addicted honestly it's just a rogue-like game where you pick bullets with special abilities fighting against other gunslingers(and witches?) and you sorta have to strategize what you want to go for. I finally made it to the second stage/world and wow. This game should not be as addicting as it is, especially for a free to play game that DOESN'T rely on gacha/lottery to keep players engaged.The game loop is simple, you choose which bullets you want to put into a revolver, you start each round with cards/bullets and 4 points, each bullet costs a point, meaning the most you can load is 4 bullets unless you have a bullet already loaded in that gives you an extra point. You can parry bullets, but if the damage they do is greater than the damage the bullet in the firing chamber can do, you feel the difference. Each bullet/card can be either bought at a store, looted from dead enemies, or you luck upon them in the overworld where a stranger offers you three and you have to pick one. You don't heal over time or heal yourself, on the map there are spots where you can increase your overall health(which does heal you a bit) or go for a big heal(can heal you fully if you don't take a lot of damage). This means it's better to not get hit.There are a variety of bullets for different play styles!If you want to do big brain plays where you are sacrificing bullets or taking them out of the revolver to draw cards like some sort of Yu-gi-oh type play, you can do that.If you want to mascaraed as Singe from league of legends and poison your opponents and bully them for daring to be poisoned, you can do that.If you don't want any of this special effects crap and you just want to load as many bullets possible into the gun and make those bullets hurt as much as possible, you can do it but you're going to need the right cards.Or if you just want to toughen yourself up and take all the damage coming your way as you SLOWLY whittle down your opponents' health, a bit hard but you could do it. And I'm finding more cards, some interests me, others not, and you can built a variety of deck for different situations.Like, there's a situation where in a battle you have to fire a round every 10 seconds, otherwise you take damage(if there's no bullet in the firing chamber when you fire it you take damage). There's rain where everytime a bullet is in the chamber and the chamber rotates the bullets lose 1 damage point(it can go all the way to zero), there's frozen where your gun can't spin and the only way to fire is by only loading the firing chamber. For rain and ice i have a "deck" where the bullets being in the chamber have special abilities like hurting the opponent over time.And then, as i just found out, there's enemies that can make your barrel fire the other way, it was fun cause it messes up your whole plan with bullet placements. if you have time to kill i do recommend .forty-five, I've wasted too much time on it and will probably waste more. Submitted October 26, 2024 at 03:26PM by dgj212 https://ift.tt/YhtCoSd via /r/gaming

[finelinevogue]

hey! first of all i’m obsessed with all of your writing i swear i cry every single time😭🤍 i look forward to reading your stuff when i get home from work, and it helps me when i’m stressed. so basically hi i love you. i recently celebrated 1 year sober and i was wondering if you could write something abou harry dedicating a song to his gf for maintaining her sobriety? (only if you’re comfortable ofc!)

hi, i love you too! sorry for making you cry😭 your words are so kind and you’ve made my day so much brighter! congratulations on your one year sobriety!!! i hope you’re very proud of yourself, because i’m really proud of you - always <33 i’m not sure what you are sober for and i don’t to be invasive and ask, so i decided to base this one off an alcohol addiction. this one’s for you, my lovely; (oh and p.s. let’s pretend harry wrote ‘home’ just for you and one direction never wrote it!)

Today you celebrated being one year sober.

Four years ago you developed an alcohol addiction. It was the worst time of your life; going to parties just to wake up still paralytic, drinking an alcoholic drink with every meal and a couple in between, falling asleep drunk every night and not learning your lesson from the hangover the next morning. You were self destructing and were too gone to see it happen. The people around you could see it happening though. Your family and friends abandoned you because you they believed you were a lost cause. You were alone for 3 lonely years, until last year you met Harry.

The one time that you were actually sober, shopping in your local Aldi, was the first time you met him.

He was dressed from a run and was in the fridge section to grab himself a protein shake before he was about to run home - that you’d come to learn. He made minimal conversation with you, but it was enough for him to fall for you - hard. Every time you met up with him you tried to be as sober as you could, but it caught up to you. You slipped and shut yourself out from him, not wanting him to leave you like everyone else had so you left him first.

As it would be, he never left you. He saved you.

He was there for you in your darkest moments. He was there to help lock your demons away and introduce life back into your heart and soul. You wanted to be better for him, he deserved that much. Half a year after meeting him, he managed to encourage you to attend counselling sessions which you would be worse without. He made calls to friends to help you re-connect with people, truly friendly people. He hugged you on the days you felt anxious or tempted and let you cry on his shoulder when you felt like a failure, all the whilst he would kiss your forehead and squeeze you to remind you just how much you were loved and just how proud he was of you. It took you a while to believe it, but;

Harry Styles loves and is proud of you.

You were so happy to spending the day with him, getting to watch him do what he loves so much. He was in Denver, Colorado, tonight and his set was going perfect so far. He’d given his infamous “ass or face” speech, which made the fans go wild. He, unfortunately, had to use the oxygen mask to replenish his lungs because he wasn’t feeling great. He’d even shouted to you when you were blowing him kisses saying, “I wanna kiss you but I can’t” which made you tear up ever so slightly. Today was such a proud and happy day for you, so extra moments like this for you were the cherries on the top of the cake.

“Okay, so we have 15 more minutes of love tonight for you.” Harry spoke into his microphone, after singing Treat People With Kindness and looking so very sweaty. “15 minutes of extra love compared to the previous show.” The fans screamed at this and you knew the fans in Vegas would no doubt be extra jealous.

“He’s allowed to do that?” You asked Jeff beside you, wondering why he was changing the timings all of a sudden. He hadn’t told you about this.

“He specifically requested it before going onstage.” Jeff answered, winking at you and nodding his head back to the stage for you to focus.

“Now. Today is not only special because I get to play in front of you lovely people,” the crowd let out a deafening scream, “but because it is an important day for my Y/N.” He smiled, looking over in your direction. The crowd screamed even louder for you.

“What is he doing?” You asked Jeff but he only smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Liar, you thought.

You’d never publicly told anyone about your addiction because it was something that you were embarrassed about. You hated who you were and you tried your hardest not to think about that person anymore. Harry was the only person who knew and you liked to keep it that way, for the time being. Not even your new friends knew.

“I’m so proud of Y/N, always, but especially today.” Harry spoke, walking down the stage to the end of the runway where his mic was set up and still keeping eye contact with you. Your tears were full in your eyes and some even streaming down your face as you took in his words.

He’d spent all morning loving on you. He didn’t let you two leave the hotel room until 5 minutes before the buses were leaving, because he wanted to spend as much time as possible showing you just how much he loved you. Turns out 4 rounds of sex, 2 blowjobs and 3 times getting eaten out doesn’t even come close to showing that, according to him, but it did make you feel worthy and that’s all you’ve wanted to feel for the past few years. He made you feel worth it - it being loved and supported and safe. He was your blanket of comfort and you’d let him swallow you up every day for the rest of your life if it meant feeling this way forever.

Harry had even bought you a card and a cake, one that had a singular candle in to mark your one year anniversary of being sober. The sense of pride getting to blow out that candle was a feeling second to none, except from maybe the 7 orgasms you were given.

“So if you don’t mind, i’m going to sing this song for my girlfriend. It’s new, but i’m sure you’ll pick up the chorus. This is called ‘Home’ and it’s just for you, m’love.” God damn these tears, you could barely see Harry pick up his galaxy painted guitar and tilt his body so he was facing you.

The song had you in tears.

Fans were both recording you and Harry, but you were too unaware to notice them when all you could focus on were the words he was singing to you. Every line was so clear and it made your heart burst through your chest that little bit more each time. You cupped your hands under your vin as you cried over every new line of song, watching him strum on the guitar and sing his heart out as if every ounce of him was just for you. His words, his voice, his heart and soul were completely yours. The fans did quickly pick up the chorus and the atmosphere was completely still, yet electric with them feeding off Harrys energy and gifting it to you.

“You’ll never feel like you’re alone, i’ll make this feel like home.”

His last line was sung and his last chord was struck and you couldn’t move an inch. You were stuck watching him with intense loved eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of support and comfort just from this moment alone. You thought what he’d given you this morning in the hotel was love, but now you questioned that. This felt like a reminder you were free and safe and found. You felt significant. And for a moment, that all felt a like bit stronger than love.

You didn’t even realise your boyfriend was standing in front of you until he was. He caressed your cheek in one hand, holding the neck of his guitar with his other. The fans were being caged behind a barricade, but they weren’t even violently pushing because they wanted to see how he treated you and acted around you behind closed doors. Your relationship was very private, so this was very new for you too. You liked him close though. So much so that everyone else sort of slipped away.

“That bad?” He asked teasingly, referring to the amount of tears you were crying.

“Was a bit rusty in some places.” You teased back, you and him both knowing you didn’t mean a word that you’d just said. You both laughed until you caught Harrys hand on your cheek and moved it so you could plant a soft kiss to his palm. “Thank you for making me feel home.” You smiled, new tears forming in both yours and his now.

“Thank you for being my home.” He replied, smiling through the light tears.

“Stop crying,” you laughed through your own tears, reaching out your other hand to wipe his away, “not very rockstar of you.”

“Can’t help myself when i’m so proud of you.” He answered, moving his hand off his guitar so he could help wipe your tears away. Both of you were helping each other recover, forgetting about the world just for a minute to have a moment with each other. You both deserved that much.

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz NSFW Alphabet

Not my gif

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hawk is pretty quiet after sex. He likes to lay there with you draped over his chest and a smirk on his face while you both catch your breath. If it was a particularly rough night he will get a wet cloth and clean you off before getting snacks and turning on some rock music or an action movie. He’s almost always the big spoon when cuddling.

B: Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

His favorite body part of yours is your face. He thinks you look so innocent and pure like a literal ray of sunshine. A complimentary opposite to his look. He especially likes how sweet you look while doing certain *ahem* activities. His favorite body part of his are his abs. He worked hard for them and they give him confidence. He loves when you run your hands down them while y’all are making out.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hawk likes to cum on your face or inside you. You guys are young and not at all ready for kids so you always wrap it up, which is why he usually cums on your face. He could honestly finish just thinking about how you look covered in him like that. When it’s a super passionate or romantic night he prefers to finish inside you with or without the condom. He just likes to look deep in your eyes.

D: Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He’s always wanted to try anal. His tattoo buddy Rico told him it was awesome, and he’s wanted to do it ever since. He’s nervous to ask you though because he would never want you to be in pain. When you eventually tell him you want to give it a go, he’s beyond excited but also super gentle.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hawk is somewhat experienced, but his confidence makes up for anything he might not be sure about. He was with Moon for a few months and learned all the basics, but it’s with you that he really starts to experiment. He’s also a super quick learner.

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

The boy loves to try new things. You guys are making your way through the Kama-sutra. He still thinks you can never go wrong with the classics though- missionary and cowgirl. As long as he can touch you he’s a happy guy.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous, etc.)

He almost always is wearing a smirk when y’all are going at it. He’s more serious than goofy at first just because he feels like he has something to prove but once you guys get comfortable and he knows he can be himself around you, he lets loose a little and will crack a joke or two during.

H: Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

God I wish I could say the carpet matched the drapes lmaooo imagine a little mini mohawk. But fr he’s probably trimmed. Nothing too fancy but he keeps it clean.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic at heart, but only for you. He’d never tell anyone but on Valentine’s day he goes all out. Rose petals, candles, a massage. And he loves to buy you lingerie to wear for him.

J: Jack off )Masturbation hc)

He does it a lot when he’s by himself because he can’t believe he got such a sexy mf as his girl. He always thinks of you. If he’s ever too frustrated from training or a tournament he’ll rub one out by himself so he doesn’t take out his anger on you. He’d never want to hurt you. But if you’re there, he obviously prefers you over his hand.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Anal, Hair pulling, choking, he loves when you bite his shoulder when it feels good, or scratch his back so when he takes off his shirt at practice everyone knows he did a good job. He also loves to leave hickeys all over your neck and thighs. He’s a confident boi but he has an insecure past so he wants everyone to know you’re taken and taken well ;)

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. Bed, the dojo, the canyon, on his motorcycle in an alley somewhere, he literally does. Not. care. You guys even did it in his mom’s Sentra while it was in the middle of the car wash

M: Motivation (What turns them on, what gets them going)

Any time you bend over, or ask him to help you with something like opening a jar, he likes to feel needed and wanted. You could honestly look at this boy funny and he’d pop a hard one.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do)

Anything that causes you pain. He would never slap you or make you gag on him or anything like that. Also threesomes are out, whether that’s with another guy or another girl, he wants it to be just you and him always.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

The first time you went down on him he thought he was gonna explode. He couldn’t believe it was happening. But the first time he went down on you? He’d never heard such beautiful noises and he knew from then that he wanted to hear those little moans every day for the rest of his life. He’s got the basics down when you first get together, but after you show him what you really like and y’all start experimenting? God tier head.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Honestly depends on the day. When you guys first meet he just wants to impress you so he’s super fast and rough, but once you tell him that slow and steady wins the race, he starts to take his time. You still enjoy a good pounding every once in a while though

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)

He’s the king of quickies (not too quick tho if ya know what I mean). He’s a young guy, he’s horny all the time and doesn’t care if anyone sees. He’s doing what he wants when he wants as long as you’re ok with it.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment)

YES. It’s his favorite thing. You both love to get freaky and try new things. He’d do anything you ask him to do, and do it well.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for)

Ngl, when y’all first got together, this kid would bust in under 10 minutes. He’s a young guy, you were his second girlfriend ever, and he spent most of his childhood thinking he would never even talk to a girl like you. He bounced back fast though and could go for multiple rounds. And he’s built up stamina over time so no issues here.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He loves to use toys on you. In the beginning, you were having trouble reaching the summit *wink wink* no matter what he did. He was amazing, but for whatever reason you couldn’t quite finish. You told him it was fine but he said he couldn’t enjoy it if he knew you weren’t enjoying it. So one day he bought a tiny pink vibrator and held it between your legs while he fucked you and you LOST IT. Now he has several different toys that he uses on you all the time.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s not much of a tease. He likes to let you both have what you want. But he loves when you tease him. The anticipation of you hovering over him, not knowing when or if you would finally sink down, gets him that much more excited.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kind of quiet, but lots of swearing and groaning. Literally the “ugh fuck” right in your ear as he sinks into you. He doesn’t like to be too loud (his old shy self is still there) and would rather hear you scream for him.

W: Wild Card (Random hc)

He is very much into foreplay. He likes to make sure you’re on the brink of orgasm before he even gets in you. Your only sexual experiences before you met him were guys just shoving themselves into you completely dry and when you told him that, he promised you he would never do that to you. He’s been a foreplay prodigy ever since. It’s his thing.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Probably about 5 or 6 inches, average girth. Honestly size really is overrated. The G spot is only 3 inches in I’m tired of everyone acting like bigger is better. You Don’t Need Much if they’re using it right and he definitely does.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

On a scale of 1 to 10, Hawk is an 11. He could fuck you all day every day for the rest of his life. Morning, noon, and night. Rich or poor, in sickness and in health (I got carried away lmao)

Z: ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep after)

Hawk likes to cuddle, eat snacks, and watch a movie after. Maybe it’s because he always felt insecure sleeping around other people as Eli but he always lets you fall asleep first. He loves to feel like he’s watching over and protecting you while you sleep on his chest. Literally when you’re in such a vulnerable state around him he feels so honored and would die before he let anyone lay a finger on you.

[comfortwriting]

Best friends Brother - G.W

Part 1 of my slow burn mini-series, inspired by and dedicated to @amourtentiaa , want to be tagged? Let me know!

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Part 2

George Weasley x Fem Reader 

About: The Reader is falling for her best mates older brother, she confines in Ron who is already afraid of losing his best friend to the brothers he’s so pressured to be like.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mention of food and eating, but of angst, George punching a creep.

Walking away from Hagrid’s hut towards the castle, thoughts about the more quiet Weasley twin filled your hazy head - you were planning on shooting your shot, but first you needed some advice and the only person who could do that right now is your best friend Ron - currently chewing your ear off about Hermione and the house elves. 

“She doesn’t know when to stop does she? All the S.P.E.W nonsense, if she brings it up one more time-”

“Hey, do you think George likes anyone?” you asked as cool as possible, trying to contain your nervousness and excitement. 

Although you and George had only spoken few words to one another, he was all you could think about, all you ever thought about, day in day out. You would share sweet glances and looks across the common room in the evening, the beautiful amber glare coming from the flames projecting onto George’s face, making him look like an angel. 

As much as you liked him, you were terrified that he wouldn’t feel the same, that he only saw you as his little brothers best friend - you hated it. 

Ron slowed down from his brisk walk and he continued to stare at the ground “George? As in.. my brother?” 

“yeah” you smiled shyly, swallowing hard. 

Ron could feel his heart flutter, the idea of another person - his best friend - favouring one of his legendary twin brothers over him made him sick to his stomach, he couldn’t lose anyone else, he wouldn’t let it.

He pondered his thoughts, perhaps you were asking for someone else, someone Ron didn’t care about - the desperation in his stomach kept churning to find out. 

“I don’t know” he replied in a huff “we don’t really talk much, why you asking anyway?” 

You went quiet, suddenly finding interest in the scenery as the two of you edged closer to the castle. 

“uh, no reason” you lied, running your hand through your hair. 

For all of Ron’s flaws, he could tell when his best friend was lying - he never failed calling you out for it in the past, you learnt not to play any card games with him - especially when galleons were on the table. 

The two of you entered the loud castle, pushing past students in the hall, making your way to the Gryffindor common room.

“you like him, don’t you?” Ron muttered under his breath, making sure everyone else around you couldn’t hear.

You sighed and made eye contact with Ron, his facial expression even more sour than when he puked up slugs in first year. 

You walked up the stairs and held on to the rail, looking around for the Fat Lady “I suppose I do, I was thinking of asking him to-”

Ron could feel the sweat form in his palms and under his arms, images of you and George being together all the time instead of him flashed before him.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you’re two years younger than him, you haven’t spoken more than ten words to each other.” 

Your heart pained for a moment, your spirits crushing like the ingredients in one of Snape’s potions.

“I just don’t think he’ll like you that much, I don’t want you to get hurt.” he finished, the two of you finally reaching the portrait. 

“I guess so” you mumbled “you know him better than I do.”

Over the next few days you couldn’t stomach being around George, each time you looked into his gorgeous eyes and seeing him smile, caused your heart pain, a lump forming in your throat, and hot tears filling your eyes. 

At first George didn’t notice but when he would wave and smile - only to be ignored, he couldn’t help but overthink; wondering if he had done something wrong. 

It wasn’t just George who you ignored, you kept away from your best friend Ron too - Ron felt like shit but you were away from George and that gave him enough of a clear conscience to sleep at night. 

You couldn’t sleep, you missed your best friend even when he hurt your feelings, you also felt hopeless, the only person you ever showed an interest in wouldn’t even give you a chance.  

“What’s been up with Y/N lately? George asked his younger brother, buttering his toast, causing Ron to almost choke on his. 

“What you on about?” 

George rolled his eyes and swallowed his food, “unbelievable you are, she’s been avoiding you like the plague and she won’t even look at me.”  

“So, did you make up your mind yet?” 

You swore silently under your breath, recognising the voice who called out to you - an attractive and charming Hufflepuff student in George’s year with short black hair kept asking you over and over to go on a date with him in Hogsmeade, each time you said no had failed to satisfy his desire. 

“Uh” you were trying to figure out the best way to tell him to fuck off, but then again, what did you have to lose? “yeah, I’ll be there” you faked a smile. 

Ron watched in the distance and felt relieved, from his perspective, the possibility of you and George seemed incredibly slim to none. He walked over towards you as soon as the lad split, a smile creeping up on his face. 

“Y/N, alright?” he smiled, his hands in his pockets. 

You stared at him, yes you were hurt, but you missed him - he could do much worse to cause a much bigger fall out between the two of you. 

“I suppose” you sighed “walk with me to Transfiguration class?” 

Ron smiled “can do”

“and took your bloody shirt in!” you scolded him, bumping into him playfully. 

As much as you enjoyed visiting Hogsmeade, you couldn’t help but want to go back home and climb back into your warm bed, hiding away from the world - but your habit of trying to see the best in people lead you here - waiting outside Honey Dukes for your date to arrive. 

“Look at you!” he called out, walking over and kissing your hand “ready for the best day of your life?” he grinned.

Best day of my life? with you? I should’ve stayed in bed.

“Sure” you replied, plastering a fake smile on your face. 

The best day of your life wasn’t too bad, you had someone new to talk to, to try and get your mind off things - but your heart couldn’t help but yearn for George. You looked around the shops thinking of the products he liked, disliked, and what he bought for Ron at Christmas. 

Your date had more to blab about himself than get to know you, he held your hand and bought you a much needed Butterbeer - but he talked so much that he didn’t even get round to drinking his own. The more he had to say, the more he tried to impress you, the more you disliked him, making you fall for George even more. 

Finally breaking out from the busy and overwhelming pub and out into the cold, your date stood in front of you with a strange expression on his face. 

“So?” he shrugged

“so, what?” you stared at him, your patience wearing thin. 

The shared laughter between George and Ron came to a halt when George spotted you with his classmate, he knitted his brows together. 

“Why’s Y/N around that plonker?” he asked his younger brother. 

Ron looked at you then back to George “she’s on a date”

George shook his head “he’s an absolute creep” 

The two of them stared, the student took a hold of your hand and tried to pull you in for a kiss, you pulled away and glared at him, trying to not make a scene. 

“Fucking pervert!” George hissed, storming over towards the two of you “Hey!”

George clenched his jaw, his nostrils flared and his glaring gaze settled on on the lad, he bunched his right hand into a fist and swung, everything went in slow motion as George punched him in the face. 

You were speechless, you didn’t know what to say, all you could do was stare and watch the fight unfold. 

“Stay away from her or my foot will rip you a new one!” George threatened him, he turned to you, his facial expression instantly turning soft.

“th-thank you” 

“you don’t need to thank me love, are you alright?” George searching your eyes with his, full of care and concern. 

Your heart fluttered, his voice, him speaking to you sounded like the most fascinating birds chirping, and his caring face caused fireworks in your stomach to erupt into the sky. 

You wanted to take your chance, ask him out and start over but before you could do any of that, let alone reply, Ron hurried over and interrupted; putting you back in your place and making you remember how his brother felt about you. 

“Proper shiner he’ll have in the morning” Ron laughed “sort your knuckles out George, if anyone sees they’ll send a letter home.” 

The fluttering in your heart died down, the chirping of the birds instantly turning into the most dreadful squawks, and the fireworks in your stomach burning out, starving the embers before they could relight.  

“Thanks again” you murmured quietly, flashing George one last smile before walking away, wanting to retreat to your bed and hide away. 

George had to admit, he felt quite hurt that you went back to ignoring him after he had your back the other week - he knew that you didn’t owe him anything, not even an explanation - but he couldn’t understand why even after making up with Ron, you still refused to look at him.

Sitting on the sofa in the common room in your pyjamas, you flicked through your Quidditch magazine and blinked over and over whilst you looked across the page, sleep trying to pull you in. 

“Georgie, I’ve already said-” 

“Shhh!”

Jolting awake, you looked behind you and stared at the twins, long roles of parchment in one hand and a map in the other, you yawned and rubbed your eyes, closing your magazine. 

“It’s okay boys, I’m going to bed anyway.” you yawned again, slowly getting off the sofa. 

Fred and George shared a look, the older twin nodding his head towards you “go on then, mate, I’ll be upstairs.”

Fred walked past you, he whispered a “goodnight!” and went off to his dorm, leaving you alone with the person you wanted more than anyone in the world. 

George pursed his lips, standing around awkwardly before approaching you “Y/N, can we talk?” he asked softly. 

You nodded slowly, the nerves piping up in your tummy. 

“What’s up?”

“You’ve been ignoring me, love” he said softly “have I done something wrong?” 

This was your moment, not to ask him out - but to tell him the truth. 

You pushed your stray hairs out of your face and sighed, the lad of your dreams standing beside you, looking down on you. 

“I have feelings for you George” you admitted, your mouth going dry “and that’s why I have to stay away from you, because I know you’re never going to feel the same.” 

George went quiet, the embers from the fire spreading and making it set alight, the amber tones coming from the flames resting on his face. He smiled for a moment and licked his lips, looking into your eyes.

“Tomorrow night” he whispered softly in your ear “where we first met”

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She [1]

Warnings: non-consent sex (series)

This is dark! Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Steve Rogers’ life is turned upside down by a reporter.

Chapter Summary: You meet Steve Rogers for an interview but he’s not what you expected.

Note: I’ve been trying to chill the last five days but I obviously got some writing in. It has resulted in this impromptu series and I hope you all like it. It’s looking like it will be about 10 chapters when all is said is done but that being said, I am still working on it.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Reader

Your left ankle bent as you leaned heavily on your heel. You stood before the thick walnut door, a round frosted window on its face. The townhouse stuck out on the old Brooklyn row and all knew its resident. It surprised many that he remained in the borough and he was cherished all the more for it. He was the golden boy of New York.

Well, that’s what people like to believe. You weren’t there to paint another flowery picture of the saviour. You were there to speak with the real man behind the plan. There was a story behind Steve Rogers that had yet to be told and when you were selected to tell it, you knew you had to do it right. The task was both daunting and humbling. It could be your big break.

You knocked and adjusted the bag that hung from your shoulder. You didn’t miss the group of kids at the end of the block gathered around for a glimpse of their hero. The door opened and you were greeted by the man himself. He smiled at you as his hand rested on the curled door handle.

“Hi,” He greeted you. “Thanks for coming. It saves me a lot of trouble.”

“Not at all,” You shook his hand. 

You’d spoken to him briefly over the phone and negotiated the time and place for your interview. You agreed that him coming to the office would cause too much of a flurry. You were sure he was over that.

“Come in,” He stepped back and waved you through.

He closed the door as you looked around the entryway. A thick banister with the same dark wood as the walls led up to the second level and a finely carved archway peeked through to the next room. It was cozy and a lot quainter than you expected. The exposed brick above the panelling lent it a warmth.

“Shoes?” You stopped by the mat.

“Your call,” He said. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but I’m fine,” You assured him as you stepped out of your heels. You’d hate to scuff the hardwood. “I’m sure you're just as impatient as me to begin.”

“Steve. And yeah, I suppose. I don’t really do much more than pressers and usually, I don’t do much talking.” He confessed. “Just through here,” He pointed to the front room. 

You nodded and stepped through. He directed you to the pair of armchairs before the artificial fireplace and you set your bag down as you sat. He lowered himself across from you as you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and notebook. You swiped up and flicked your finger across the screen.

“Do you mind if I record you? It helps with editing and of course, accuracy,” You said.

He scratched his jaw and shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Great,” You hit the red dot and set the phone down on the small table with the mic facing him. 

🖋️

You were a bit surprised by how it had all unfolded, but, you supposed, you were right when you said no one was ever exactly what they seemed. Steve was nice enough as he showed you the door but you could see the agitated impatience behind his eyes. You should’ve eased him into it more. Timing was everything.

Even so, you had promised your editor a story and if you didn’t deliver after being chosen for such a coveted one, well, you would never see its likes again.

So you sat at your desk in your small but comfortable city apartment. It was nothing compared to the star-spangled hero’s walk-up but it was home. If you could work the interview the right way, it might mean an upgrade, or at least a television that didn’t flicker.

You hit play on your phone for the third time that night. Steve Rogers’ voice was etched into your brain. And that tension in his forehead, the tic in his jaw. A thinly veiled wrath unexpected of the valiant soldier-turned-saviour. You shivered and paused the recording. It was almost startling how quickly he’d turned on you, but you weren’t entirely innocent.

You stretched your fingers over the keyboard and sighed as you stared at your blinking cursor. You couldn’t just sit on this forever. You had a deadline and an extension was an impossibility, if not a death warrant for your career.

So you hit play and began to type, pausing to play back snippets as you went.

🖋️

‘It’s early afternoon in the heart of Brooklyn. Amidst the old brick buildings that line the cracked sidewalks is a townhouse unlike any other. The home of a man born there over a century ago. A living ghost that haunts the block. Most would say he is a friendly spirit.

Steve Rogers answers the door as a boy lets his baseball roll under a car and his friends lower their mitts to watch. A teen on a bike, a ring in his nose, even slows to admire the hometown hero as he smiles; a beacon of the borough. A glimmer of hope for all to think that the block is not the whole world.

He greets me like an old friend. “Hi.” The same smile seen in newsprint. He thanks me for coming and ushers me inside. This is the first time I’ve met him in person. I can’t lie; I’m intimidated. I’m just another person in debt to this great veteran.

His house isn’t what you would expect from a man as prestigious as him. No medals hanging on the wall, no vainglorious cut-outs of his image, or pictures of him shaking hands with men in suits. Only framed baseball cards along freshly laid wood-panels. It’s like any other house in Brooklyn, just newer. An ancient skeleton revived.

We sit in the front room, he offers me a drink. I’m not very thirsty. I’m more anxious to start talking. I can see he is too though his facade is hard to crack. He tells me to call him Steve as my recitations of ‘Mr. Rogers’ become almost pathetic. We begin.

Interviewer: “Great.” I hit ‘record’. “I’ll start by saying you have a nice place.”

Steve: “Thanks.” He seems to relax as he leans back in the chair which is nearly too narrow for his broad shoulders. “It took a while but I think it’s coming together.”

Interviewer: “Can’t take the boy out of Brooklyn, I guess.”

Steve: “Wouldn’t leave it for the world.” He smiles again, though he never truly looks less than amiable.

I: “Only to save it,”

S: “I do what I can.

I: “More than most; New York, Sekovia, the world. You’ve done it all. Do you ever just take a break?”

S: “I try. And sometimes I get a chance to just… be here.”

He looks around, proud of himself, of his home.

I: “Any hobbies?”

S: “You know, I used to love to draw. Nothing special, you know. But I found it calming. I actually bought a bunch of pencils and a pad but I never touched them. I’m sure they're just sitting up in my closet, neglected.” 

I listen intently, imagining this man bent over a notebook. It’s an absurd picture as my mind returns to the man in his cowl with shield in hand. The red, white, and blue bullseye is more suiting in my head than a pen.

I: “Anything else? Anything you actually do?”

S: “I like to run. Helps me get to know my neighbours, reconnect with my roots. I read… a little. I’m still not really into the whole internet thing but I try. I still get the newspaper just to read the strips and fill in the weekly crosswords.”

He confirms my suspicion. A man lost in time, but it seems he has found his place.

I: “A man for all times. And you work? I’m sure you get tired of talking about it but well, there’s been a lot of speculation about a possible retirement.”

He ‘s silent as he looks away and fidgets in his chair. He becomes the rehearsed hero at his podium. 

S: “I’d hate to fan that fire but I think it’s only natural to consider it.” 

I: “Thinking of settling down?”

S: “It’s always a thought but I’m not stupid. It’s not that simple. I’m not the type of man that gets to settle down.”

This remark might break the heart of every woman in Brooklyn and beyond but it seems to hurt him more. A grim truth for a man who many would say has the world in his hands.

I: “And if you did hang up the shield, is there anything you want to do? Anywhere you want to go?” 

S: “I’d like to try fishing. I’ve heard it’s relaxing. I love the city but it’s nice to get away now and then.”

I: “Is there anything keeping you from retiring? Besides the obvious; we all know you’re a good man and a great hero. You’ve shown commitment to the city, the world, humanity.” 

He looks to the artificial fireplace and shrugs. He’s thinking; perhaps censoring his response.

I: “Co-workers? The world is well aware of what you did for your old friend. And it has proven to be a point of contention, even after the pardon.”

He clears his throat and he’s no longer smiling.

S: “Bucky is an old friend and a commendable soldier. He does his job well. I wouldn’t take anything back. He has more than earned his place.”

I: “So, if you retired, you believe that he would retain his place among the team?”

He’s frowning now. He adjusts his posture so that he seems even bigger than before. A formidable opponent, if not an overwhelming one. 

S: “He is not there because of me. He’s there because of himself. Because he is an asset to the world.”

His blue eyes are darker now. No longer the crystalline waves shining in the sun but those foreboding tides which crash together beneath the moonless sky. My ship has gone awry, carried by an errant wind.

I: “Well, I can’t help but point out that many wouldn’t agree. You put yourself and several of your associates on the line to save him. To bring him into your fold. To place a man who was once a national enemy beside you. I hate to say it but, frankly, even if he were pardoned on his own merit, I fail to imagine him being allowed the same access to confidential intelligence and tasked with the protection of civilian life.”

His hands are fists. I could put up a front and say I’m not nervous, but I am. I have done what I once thought impossible. I have angered Steve Rogers.

S: “He wasn’r Bucky, but he is now and he has been cleared. I’m sorry, but I thought you were here to talk about me.”

I: “Yes, I am, but the world is well aware of your friendship with Mr. Barnes and all its implications. It is hard to separate him from your life.”

S: “I agreed to talk about me.”

His tone is set in stone. I attempt to stay calm myself.

I: “We are talking about you, but we can move on. Now, even with its dissolution, there are still questions being asked about the Sokovia Accords and your opposition to it. While many can acknowledge the need for your team and their work, they can’t help but wonder at the lack of restraints placed upon it. There are regulations even for the FBI and CIA and other protective services. So why should you be exempt?”

He sniffs and stands up slowly. He retreats behind his chair and nears a table along the wall. He distracts himself with a signed baseball. I don’t have a chance to ask who scribbled along the stitches as he tosses it and finds his voice.

S: “I never disagreed with the sentiment of the Accords. As heroes, of course, we should have obligations. Our first and foremost being the protection of innocent lives. The hardest to uphold but we do it.”

He is ever the statesman but he isn’t finished and his voice gets low. Dangerous, even.

S: “At the same time, we put our own lives on the line and you come here and nag me about formalities? What is it you want? Paperwork? Reports on how I threw my shield to stop a bullet from striking an innocent bystander? How a piece of shrapnel nearly severed my tendon as I threw myself in front of a speeding vehicle?”

I: “With all due respect, I am only asking about transparency. People deserve to know more. They deserve the truth.”

S: “Is that what you’re looking for? The truth? You want to know what we don’t tell you and your readers?” 

He puts the baseball down and his hand is on his hip, disapproving. I suspect his lecture will continue. He nears the chair and grips the back of it as he narrows his eyes at me. I fear he might throw it in my direction though for now, I hope it should act as my own shield against him.

S: “About how I have to lie about how many men I lose to keep this world safe. Because I can’t scare the people. Because I have to keep on this mask of the brave hero.”

His eyes go to the ceiling. He takes a breath to calm himself. I can tell he wants to continue. That he is holding back something which has brewed within him for a very long time. It is a moment before he speaks again.

S: “We’re done here. That’s it. Turn your phone off and go.”

The interview is over. What happens next will remain off the record. I leave with a mouth full of bile. My childlike wonder has been extinguished. I came to seek out the man behind the shield and I have done just that, but he is not who I expected. 

I was ready for a humble man, a man like any of us; the same wants and desires. Still human despite his enhancements; despite his superhuman status. What I discovered was a man who’s exceptionality has nurtured a sense of entitlement. 

And we do owe him our lives, our gratitude, we owe him the world. Yet I cannot dismiss the sense that he might regret his good deeds. That to him, it has become a thankless chore. That we are the needy children and he has been burdened with our cries for help.

So we should not be surprised or upset upon his retirement, not if, but when it comes. And we cannot fault him for his departure. It has been a long-time coming.’

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You took a breath and sat back in your chair. You rubbed your cheeks as the recording began to repeat itself. You stopped it and checked the time. You’d spend your morning editing and hope you would be ready for submission by the evening.

As you hit save, you felt an odd tremor deep inside. This could be it. Your big story. Or you could be tired and entirely up your own ass. You only hoped it was the former.

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You sat across from Poppy as she read your article through the glasses which sat low on her long nose. She was just past forty and wouldn’t look it if she didn’t wear the ridiculous half-circle spectacles. She wore a shade of red which paid homage to her name and her lipstick was just as bold. Her long lashes flicked up as she lowered the pages and her blonde hair fell behind her shoulder.

“Well…” She said carefully. “It is…interesting.”

You swallowed nervously as you teetered on the edge of the acrylic seat. Her long manicured nails played with the corner of the article.

“I had initially planned to have this in the back pages. No one really cares about the Avengers anymore.” She said. “But this is… I will discuss it with our marketing team but I know a feature when I see it.”

“A feature?” Your lips parted and you sat back as you gripped the thin arms of the chair.

“Oh, yes,” She said. “Another celebrity break-up is not exactly scandalous and to be frank, I do tire of that ridiculous narrative. But this… you will be hearing from me soon.”

“Uh,” You stood awkwardly at what you were sure was a dismissal. “Thank you.”

“For what? Doing my job? Should I thank you for doing yours?” She countered.

“N-no,” You stuttered.

“Go on then. I’m certain you have other work to do.” She tapped her long nails. “You certainly will once this is ready to print.”

You nodded and left her. She was already on her phone before the door closer behind you and you looked around the blindly bright office. It would be your first feature and it was the first article which had earned you more than a passive grumble from the woman. Perhaps you hadn’t been so foolish to think you had actually done something well.

[sometimesiwritebadly]

Forever Thoughts (Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader)

Summary: You accidentally overhear Spencer’s thoughts as he plans for your engagement.

Warnings: Some language. 

Notes: you’re welcome for this pure fluff. this is part of my soulmate series if y’all haven’t read the other parts!! 

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

After a year and a half, you and Spencer’s relationship couldn’t be any better. You’ve been through so much together; learning how to control your soulmate connection, meeting each other’s family, working at the BAU together, and worst of all, when you had been kidnapped by a serial killer. The day you woke up in the hospital, Spencer had promised he’d never leave your side again. True to his word, Spencer was rarely more than a room away from you. That’s why you were surprised when Spencer said he had to run errands this morning, instead of wanting to spend your whole day off together.

“Errands? What errands?” You groggily asked. Spencer was already out of bed and dressed, but you had only woken up a few minutes ago.

“We’re deathly low on groceries, I have a care package to mail to my mom, plus Morgan asked me to help with something at the house he’s renovating.” 

“Well when will you be back? We hardly ever get days off, and I wanna spend it with you.” As you spoke, you got out of bed, and pulled Spencer close to you.

“I’ll be back around lunchtime. 1 at the latest.” He promised, kissing you before you could complain. “I love you.” He thought as he deepened the kiss, despite your morning breath.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.” With that finally thought, he pulled away, before heading out for his day.

~~~

You spent your morning alone in the apartment trying to get stuff done. You cleaned, did yours and Spencer’s laundry, took out the trash; everything that you guys didn’t have a lot of time for during cases. You and Spencer checked in with each other every hour or so, just to make sure everything is ok. As you began preparing lunch for you and Spencer for when he’d arrived home, however, you heard some thoughts that you were sure Spencer hadn’t meant for you to hear.

“Multiply the approximate diameter of her ring finger by pi, she should be a 7½…”

“That diamond is too big. Is that even a thing? Too big of a diamond?”

“Round diamonds are the most popular, but Garcia is always talking about princess cut diamonds…”

Usually, you and Spencer are pretty good at only sharing thoughts you actually wanted the other person to hear, but occasionally, especially if one or both of you were stressed out, some thoughts would fall through the cracks.

When you realized what you were hearing, you got so distracted you nearly let the chicken you were cooking burn. You weren’t even mad about nearly ruining the meal, because, holy shit, Spencer is going to propose to you.

~~~

The next week was absolute hell. Not because of a case, although you had been flown out to Missouri, but because of what you had learned on your day off. You tried your best to stay calm, not wanting Spencer to know that you knew he was going to propose, but every time the two of you were alone, your heart would start racing. Spencer caught on a few times, wondering what had you so worked up, but you were able to play it off on the case you guys were working on that week. 

You’re 100% certain that Spencer had no idea you had overheard his thoughts about the ring. He hadn’t mentioned anything about it to you, and you hadn’t heard anymore thoughts about the ring or the proposal. If he had told any of the team about his plans, none of them let on that something was up; one of the downsides of working with profilers. They’re all good at hiding things.

Right now, the team is on the way back home from the case, which had ended relatively well. They’d caught the unsub, and saved 2 of the people he’d kidnapped. Spencer was knocked out on the other side of the plane, Hotch was filling out paperwork, and Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss were playing an intense game of poker. JJ sat next to you reading a book you’d recommended to her. You had your own book open, but you couldn’t focus on it. Instead, your leg was incessantly tapping as you looked out a window.

“Ok, what’s wrong?” You head snapped over to JJ, who had closed her book to look at you. You winced, and looked down at your hands. 

“Can you keep a secret?” You whispered, not wanting the others to hear. Luckily, Hotch was completely focused on work, and Morgan and Prentiss were way too busy accusing Rossi of cheating to notice you and JJ. JJ moved closer to you, leaning in.

“What’s up? Is there something going on with you and Spence?”

“Do you ever hear Will’s thoughts, even when he doesn’t want you to?”

“Sure,” JJ said, a bit confused about how this had anything to do with your weird attitude, “When he’s stressed out, sometimes a few thoughts peak through. Why, what’d you overhear?”

You let out a deep breath, then spoke, “Spencer bought an engagement ring, and he doesn’t know that I know.” JJ’s eyes and smile widened immediately, clearly relieved that there was nothing wrong.

“That’s amazing! Why’re you so stres-” She stopped herself, before her voice got serious again, “You’re not gonna say no, are you?”

“No! Of course not, I love him! I just can’t stand keeping this a secret anymore!” JJ laughed lightly at your response, causing you to glare at her. “It’s not funny! If he doesn’t pop the question soon I’m gonna go insane!” You said, jokingly hitting her when her giggling didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry! You and Spence are just both so stressed out about this, even though you both know you’ll say yes-” JJ suddenly realized what she said, and your eyes widened at her slip up.

“You know!?” You sat up, leaning towards  JJ.

“We all do, Mrs. Genius.” You looked towards Morgan, only to find the rest of the team staring back at you. Across the plane, Spencer was still sound asleep.

“What? What do you know, when is he gonna do it?” You asked, only to be met with silence. JJ reopened her book, Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi picked up their playing cards, and Hotch went back to his paperwork with a light smile ghosting his face. “Are you serious? You guys won’t tell me anything?” After another moment of silence, you huffed in annoyance, before picking up your own book again.

~~~

Finally, the plane landed back in Quantico. The team refused to tell you anything about Spencer’s plans, and once Spencer woke up from his nap, you had to stop asking. Normally, you and Spencer would head straight home, but Spencer had his favorite book in the office and wanted to get it before you left. So, the two of you went into the FBI building, which was empty due to the late hour. When the elevator opened to the floor, however, your breath was taken away.

Spencer turned to look at you as you took in everything. The place was decked out; balloons, string lights, and all over the walls, pictures of you and Spencer.

“C’mon.” He thought, before taking your hand and pulling you out of the elevator. You let him walk you into the bullpen, still taking in everything he’d put together. 

“When did you have time to do all this?” You asked, not understanding how he’d put it together while you were on a case.

“Let’s just say we owe Penelope and Kevin dinner sometime.” He answered, making you giggle lightly. Finally, Spencer stopped right next to his desk. He took a deep breath, and took both of your hands into his hands. You could already feel the tears forming in your eyes.

“I was sitting right here the first time I saw you. Y/N Y/L/N. My soulmate.” His voice cracked slightly, as a tear streamed down his own face. “The first thing I thought was , ‘Wow.’ because I was so taken with you. Before I even knew your name, I knew that you were it for me. That’s why I wanted to bring you here, to where our relationship first sparked…” He put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out the small ring box. “To ask you to continue to let me love you, everyday, for the rest of our lives.” He bent down onto his knee. At this point, tears were freely falling from your eyes, and you were smiling wider than you ever have before. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Your answer came immediately, and Spencer immediately stood back up to kiss you. Your hands found his face as you kissed him happily. When you pulled away, Spencer wiped the tears from your face with a smile. Then, he pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto your finger. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Congratulations!” You turned your head to see the rest of the team watching cheering, and Penelope running to you and enveloping you in a hug. Your mind flashed back to the very first time she’d hugged you; the same day you met Spencer. You and Spencer hugged every member of the team, and you happily showed off your ring to the ladies.

As the team celebrated you and your fiancé, you could be nothing but excited to spend the rest of your life with Spencer Reid.

~~~

tags: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1

[tellatennie]

Denki Kaminari x Female!Reader

Warnings: Rough kissing??

I wrote this a while ago xD And someone requested to be put in it then so thats who Lizzie is because FAN SERVICE 

Stupid party. I hate this

I sighed as I stood in my friends room, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. She was having a huge party downstairs and had forced me into a dress that she bought me. 

”I look. Just....why?” She popped her head in through the doorway. “Oh my GOD YOU LOOK SO CUTEEEE” She squealed and ran into the room and circled me and hugged me. I stepped back and looked at her.

”Oh my gosh Lizzy you look so nice!” she gushed at me “Thanks (Y/N)! You think Katsuki will like it?” I nodded and she squealed.

She look my bun out and started to curl my hair, being careful to not burn me. 

“Yknow, Denki will love that dress on you.” She smirked at my flushing face. It was pretty obvious to everyone that I had a crush on him, and they would tell me he liked me back but I never believed them. 

“Sh-Shut up.” She giggles and when she finished my hair and took a step back and smiled at me. Someone cleared their throat from the door way and she let out a small shriek. We turned around to see Katsuki standing at the door. When he saw her he straightened up and flushed slightly. 

“Y-You look nice” She laughed and walked near him. “Did my Katsuki just stutter?” He grumbled and walked away, mumbling something into her ear. She giggled and pranced back to me and picked up a rose from her desk and placed it in my hair. She grabbed my shoulders and looked at me. 

“Listen to me (Y/N). Tonight is the night you are going to be the most vibrant girl in the room. Denki is going to see you and explode at your sexiness” I raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Should I be worried that your calling me sexy?” She pinched my cheek before smacking it slightly and walked to the door, glancing over her shoulder “Come down when your ready”  **** (Denki Pov)

I sighed, getting myself more of the fruit punch Lizzy had most likely spiked with vodka. I looked around the enormous living room, my eyes scanning for a certain brown haired girl. I saw Lizzy walk down the her I sped walked to her, tossing my arm around her shoulder. "Heyy Lizzy" She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled "Hi Denki, do you need something?" My face started to heat up slightly "umm well I was wondering if anyone else is coming to the party or if everyone is here already?"  "Oh you mean (Y-"  "OH HEY (Y/N)" I jumped at the shout from Kirishima and looked up the staircase in front of me and saw the beauty I had fallen for walking down the stairs with a flushed face. All eyes were on her, but she was looking right at me. My face felt hot I knew it was red. I start to walk to the bottom of Lizzies' seemingly endless staircase to join (Y/N), but as i approach it, and were still maintaining eye-contact, Ochaco, Mina, and Kirishima rush past me and speak to her and pull her away from me in the opposite direction (sad elec boi). I watch the back of their heads leaving the room into the kitchen when i feel someone nudge me. 

"Buck up buddy, they don't realize how much you love her" Lizzie says to me, a big grin on her face. "L-love? I d-don't loVE her" I sputter out, she obviously doesn't believe my pathetic lie. "Oh yeah, and you don't stay up until 4 in the morning playing pokemon on your ds. Don't worry though, ill set up some games so you'll be able tooooo..... talk to her?" Well that doesn't sound suspicious at all. Lizzie smiles and me and backs up slowly, disappearing into the crowd of people. I try looking for her to figure out what 'games' shes going to set up, but i cant find her, until she appears on a stage with a microphone. 

"HellOOO my welcome guests! Tonight has been amazing so far, and i have all of you to thank! For any of you who want to partake in some generic smexy party games, follow me into the basement lounge, if you prefer to stay up here in the main area feel free to!" oh noooo nonono Lizzie makes her way off the stage and motions for people to follow her. She looks at me and motions for me especially. 

We all make our way down to her GIANT lounge and everyone gathers in a circle, I see most of class 1-A and a few students from 2-B. I see (Y/N) from across the circle, shes in deep conversation with Monoma, laughing and making jokes with him. I feel a pang of jealously in my chest and I look away from them and take a seat on a couch. Resting my chin on my palm, watching the group around me. 

(Your Pov)

"OK everyone take a seat in a circle and we'll get started!" Lizzie said aloud. I skim the room and notice Denki looking a little grumpy, I go to talk to him put I'm pulled into a seat by Mina. "Don't worry (Y/N), you'll get to socialize with your boy-toy during the games" I flushed "H-hes not my b-boy-toy" she gives me a look and is about to say something when she gets cut off by Lizzie. "Okie dokie then i think we're ready to play some games, how about we start off with spin the bottle?" This question got a lot of good responses from the lounge dwellers so Lizzie pulled out an empty bottle and set it down on the ground in the middle of the circle. "Who's up first?" She was met with silence "Alright..... guess ill go then" She was met with many protests and people offering to go first. See, Lizzie isn't able to play these kind of games because if Katsuki ever found out, everyone participating would be dead in seconds, so no one wants her to do anything other then watch and help move it along. 

"That's what i thought, well then i get to pick who goes first......Izuku! You spin first!" Izukus face flushed a bit as he reached forward and spun the bottle, every ones eyes were on the bottle as it slowed down and stopped on Shoto. Poor Izuku was a stuttering mess as people around them giggled like crazy, everyone knew about the crushes each of them had on one another and it was adorable to watch the timid izuku lean over and peck the maroon faced shoto on the lips. Everyone giggled even more as izuku returned to his seat and hid his face in his polo shirt. "Cuteee. Alright, i vote (Y/N) next!" Lizzie said with the dorkiest smile on her face. I gulped slightly and glanced at Denki out of the corner of my eyes, he looks like hes on edge, he definitely straightened his back. I reached over to the bottle and spun it, i want it to land on Denki, i really do. It slows to a stop. 

Monoma. Dang. Monoma is probably one of my best friends, i don't really want to kiss him. "Do i have to kiss him on the lips?" I ask, "No you don't, but this is the only veto for anyone" I lean over to Monoma and kiss him on the cheek. "Good, i don't want to kiss her, shes a good best friend but not my sophisticated type." Monoma chuckles out. Everyone lets out those nose breath laughs and moves on. 

After a few rounds of this game people start getting a bit bored, so Lizzie announces "Well i guess we only have enough time  for one more game, its getting late. So lets play a spicy game, 7 minutes in heaven!" Some people groan, and some people squeal. Its very obvious who likes this game and who doesn't. 

Lizzie has everyone drop some sort of item of theirs into a hat and Lizzie has people draw something at random. Some pairs go into a closet and come out exactly the same, other go in and come out with obvious ruffled hair and lipstick smears. Lizzie gets to me and reaches the hat out to me "No peaking (Y/N)" I reach in and run my hand around, i feel something seemingly rectangular and flat, connected to what i think is a lanyard. I pull it out and quickly look at the item. eff

The lanyard is yellow and covered with small pikachus in different poses, i look at the UA i.d card connected to it and i see what i both wanted to see, and dreaded to see. I see the dorky smile of Denki Kaminari. Lizzie snatches the lanyard out of my hand and peers at it, with the most ecstatic look on her face. (Y/N) and Denki! You're up!" I'm shoved into the medium sized closet with Denki, i back into a corner, and i cant see anything. "Seven minutes starting nowwww!" i hear Lizzie shout from a room over. 

"Lizzie? Where are you? I cant see anything" Denki says, i hear a small thud and i hear what was most likely something hitting him on the head. "I'm here Denki" I reach my hands out to feel for him "Are you okay you ditz? That sounded like it hurt" I feel my hands touch something moving (him obviously) "Yeah I'm fine" I feel his hands over mine and he travels them up my arms and onto my face, cupping my cheeks. "D-denki? What're you d-doing" 

"I'm glad you pulled my lanyard out of that hat, the truth is (Y/N)... I really like you, more than a friend. D-do you think you would like the be with m-me?" My heart melts, 'this sweet little bean' I reach my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me "W-wha-" i cut him off my kissing him, something I've wanted to do almost since i met him. 

(Denki Pov)

Shes- Kissing me!?! Her lips are warm and soft, i kiss her back, and inwardly cringed at how it was a little rougher then i wanted it to seem, but she starts kissing me harder too so imma roll with it.

[BEWARE, EXTREMELY CRINGE AND BAD WRITING AHEAD SJKJNBLSTHBSILRUTNG]

(Your Pov) 

He pushes me into the wall of the closest, my hands are in his hair, tugging him into the rough kiss more, One of his hands roam down to my ass and he gropes it slightly, causing me to gasp, which he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. As we battle for dominance he taps my thighs with his hand basically telling me to jump. I wrap my legs around his waist as he keeps me pinned in the wall with his body. He slips his tongue out of my mouth and he makes his way down to my neck, licking and sucking on almost all the surface area of it. His hands start to roam my thighs and they make their way up to-

"PUT MY FRIEND DOWN BOI" The closet door is swung open by Lizzie and when she sees the position we're in she pretends to faint and walks away laughing her ass off. Denki sets my legs back on the ground and awkwardly looks at everyone staring at us. "What?" He asks, they all divert their eyes as Denki takes my hand and leads me out of the lounge and outside to Lizzies' patio. We sit down at a table and smile at each other like dorks. "(Y/N), would you like to be my girlfriend? Given what we just did in the closet I would hope so but i figured i need to ask just to be sur-" I once again cut him off from rambling and press my lips onto his. This actually might be what everyone calls happily ever after...

jzfdb.kjdsgnbkjngbkjsg I'm REALLY bad at writing romantic scenes *cough* or any scene at all *cough* but i hope you all enjoyed!

[zipstick-writes]

Inktober 2020 Day 16 - Rocket

The crew of the brand-new Galactic Navy ship named the Skeld had just departed for a newly-discovered planet, Polus, that Earth scientists had determined would be able to support human life with minimal terraforming. Their mission was to join the established research centre and finish the job.

But for now, the crew, consisting of newly-trained Navy recruits Princey, Dad, Hot Topic, Logan, Trash Man, and Janusss, had to complete the in-flight maintenance to keep the ship in as perfect a condition as was possible while on board, as was made standard by the inter-planetary signing of the 3128-AD Quality Control Act.

Normally, this would be a relatively uncomplicated process. However, the crews of many other ships that had departed from the same Space-Dock had reported impostors murdering crewmates and interfering with vital functions of the ship, often resulting in total system faliures.

And thus, the crew of the Skeld were constantly on the lookout for any suspicious activity from their fellow Astronauts. This is their story.

-

 Day 1

 -

The six climbed down the ladder from the bunk-room above the cafeteria and checked the screen on the southern-facing wall to see which faults had been detected by the ship’s systems overnight. One by one they walked up and touched their tablets to the info-port on the side of the screen, logging their tasks to them.

“Looks like I’ve got to submit my bio-scan.” Logan said, reading from his tablet screen. “Would one of you please accompany me so that they can verify my innocence, should anything happen?”

“That’s quite suspicious of you, isn’t it, Logan?” Trash Man giggled. “Sounds just like what the impostor would say.”

Princey shook his head. “How do we know it’s not you, brother? Accusing another right off the bat like that-“

“Alright kiddos, that’s quite enough fighting.” Dad cut in, glancing at his tablet.

“I’m older than you, remember?” Princey interrupted again.

“Princey, will you shut up?” Sighed Hot Topic exasperatedly.

“I’ve got to scan myself in the Med Bay too,” Dad said through the mounting chaos. “I’ll come with ya, Lo.”

“Thank you. This will be adequate.”

-

Having downloaded the blaster records from the weapons room, Hot Topic was on his way to Administration to upload them to the International Space Agency database. He was at the door when he heard footsteps behind him in the cargo Storage. He turned around, seeing Trash Man standing in the door frame of the hallway.

“Hello, Hot Topic!” He greeted. Overly cheerful for there being a potential murderer on board, Hot Topic noted suspiciously.

“Trash man. Hi.” He responded, measuring his tone carefully so that his suspicion wasn’t noticeable. Hopefully. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came to swipe my card. How about you? What are you up to?”

“I’m uploading the data from our weapons systems to HQ.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Trash Man behind his helmet. Despite not being able to see past his helmet, Trash Man seemed to catch onto Hot Topic’s suspicion and stopped talking, moving on to attempting to swipe his Crewmate ID card.

“Ugh, why is this damn thing so goddamn difficult?” He mumbled, swiping his card furiously back and forth in the machine.

“Trash Man! Stop, you’re gonna damage the reader.”

Trash man stopped swiping and looked up at Hot Topic.

“It’s really not that difficult,” Hot Topic said, and having completed the upload was now walking over to where Trash Man was holding his card defeatedly. “Here, give me that card. I’ll do mine, then I’ll do yours for you. Okay?”

“Thanks, Topicy!” Trash Man responded.

“And don’t call me Topicy.” He said. Hot Topic swiped his own card, pleased when the light blinked green the first time. He then swiped, or rather attempted to swipe, Trash Man’s card, but was surprised when the red light blinked and the machine buzzed.

“A bad swipe? That’s weird.”

He was about to try again, when the warning lights began flashing and the alarm beeped loudly and repeatedly. The automated computer-voice repeated the phrase, Oxygen Filter Damaged, followed by a countdown of 30 seconds.

Hot Topic jumped, haphazardly throwing the card back at Trash Man and seeing him move from where he was leaning casually against the wall.

He rushed towards the oxygen room, hands shaking slightly as he inputted the code. Janusss and Dad were standing behind him, having entered O2 after him.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close.”

“It sure was, Kiddo,” Dad remarked, “I wonder what could’ve caused that?”

“The Impostor, of course. Why else would the system fail?” Janusss said sarcastically.

“Oh of course, I’m so sorry for being so ignorant, Lord Janusss.” Hot topic snarked back, bowing over-dramatically. He (figuratively) straightened up, and said, more seriously this time, “I’m heading over to the Cafeteria. Trash Man’s acting off. And his card wouldn’t read in Admin.”

“Trash Man’s always acting off.” Dad replied. He paused to think for a moment, “But I suppose it’s better safe than sorry. I’ll come with you.”

-

EMERGENCY MEETING

-

The three remaining crewmates arrived at the Cafeteria and seated themselves around the central table.

“What happened?” Princey asked.

“There’s something off about Trash Man.” Hot Topic explained. “He followed me into Admin saying he was there to swipe his card, but the reader wouldn’t take it. Not even when I did it for him. And the O2 sabotage happened while my back was turned. He could’ve done it.”

“Was there any noticeable change of behaviour that indicated he was being imitated?” Logan asked.

“Well no,” Hot Topic replied, “But I can’t help but feel like the sabotage was a distraction to draw people away if he was about to.. y’know, kill me.”

“I’m sure that’s just your anxiety clouding your judgement. I realise my brother can be a bit… How do I put this? Bizarre, but that’s no reason to accuse him of sabotage.”

“I’m with Princey.” Logan said, and Hot Topic was sure he could hear him say ‘for once’ under his breath. “We understand your concern, but it’s simply not enough evidence to eject him.”

“Skip?” Dad asked.

“Skip.” Princey and Janusss responded in sync.

-

No one was ejected. (Skipped)

1 Impostor Remains

-

The nighttime alarm sounded, indicating the end of the work day, and the crewmates returned to their bunks and settled down to sleep.

-

 Day 2

 -

The crewmates once again descended the ladder and downloaded their daily tasks, this time in silence. There was no conversation as the six walked in different directions towards their daily tasks.

Logan and Princey set off towards storage to refuel the engines, and Dad went with Hot Topic towards navigation to set a course. Trash Man went off towards electrical maintenance to repair corrosion to the wires.

Janusss made his way over to the reactor.

Once inside, he opened a wiring panel to the reactor’s left. He took out a pocket knife and snapped a couple of wires.

Just enough to cause some trouble, he thought. Checking there was no one around, and glancing at the nearby camera to make sure it was inactive, and opened the hatch leading to the ventilation system. He quietly climbed inside, shutting the hatch behind him.

-

He lifted up the vent and poked his head out, checking he was alone.

Coast’s clear.

He climbed out silently, right as Trash Man rounded the corner. He was about to climb back in, but it was too late. He’d been seen.

Trash Man made to turn around, but Janusss was faster. He lunged, pulling out his knife, and stabbed him in the back.

“One down, four to go.” He hissed.

He was about to return to the vent when it occurred to him. He could get away with this easily.

Janusss opened the panel for the lights and flicked the switches up, disabling the lights on the whole ship. Satisfied, he then went back in the vents and crawled swiftly to the reactor. He poked his head out. Nobody was there. He set off back to electrical, and after a few moments Logan was beside him, having come from the upper engine.

The others were crowded around the panel, and as soon as a light switch was flicked into place it was switched back again.

I could get another one here.

He pulled out his gun, and fired at random. Logan dropped to the floor, and before the others could react, he hid the pistol in his pocket again.

The others abruptly abandoned the lights and looked around frantically. Janus did the same.

Dad was the first to realise who’d been hit.

“Logan.” He cried. “They got Logan!”

Janusss feigned a look of shock before realising that he was wearing a helmet that rendered his face unreadable. Princey stepped back, turning towards where Janusss had killed Trash Man.

“Look.” He said. “Trash Man’s dead too.” He knelt down beside his brother. “I swear on my beautifully manicured sword I will have revenge-“

He was cut off by Dad, who told him they were going to the Cafeteria to have a discussion.

-

“Who did it?” Hot Topic asked.

“It wasn’t me,” Dad said. “I was clearing asteroids with Princey. He can vouch for me.” It’s true.”

“It’s true.” Princey said. “We were together the whole time.”

“Well, me and Logan were in the top engine before the lights cut.” Janusss explained. It was a half-truth; as he’d always say, the best lies contain half the truth. “I was refuelling it and Logan was realigning it.” He could almost hear Logan (and probably Trash Man as well) screaming at him from beyond the grave. But he knew the others bought it. They had seen him and Logan enter together, after all, and they nodded along to the deception.

A sudden voice jolted Janusss out of his thoughts. “What about you, kiddo?” Dad asked, and it was directed at Hot Topic. “You’re the only one who’s not spoken yet.”

Hot Topic was hunched over, seeming nervous despite the space suit hiding his face. “I was in the Med Bay, inspecting the samples.”

I can get one more, Janusss thought. I just need to twist this a bit.

“It may just be me thinking this,” He began, “But it does seem a little suspicious that you’re the only one of us without an alibi.”

Princey and Dad nodded in agreement. “Although I hate to admit it, Janusss is right. You’ve got no-one to verify what you were doing.” Princey said. “Sorry, Emo.” He added.

Hot Topic sighed. “Fine. Eject me. But one of you is lying, I just know it.”

Princey and Janusss held Hot Topic’s arms behind his back as they led him to the airlock, and he didn’t struggle. Dad pulled down the lever to open the door, and Janusss smiled to himself behind his visor.

-

Hot Topic was not The Impostor.

1 Impostor Remains.

-

 Day 3

 -

There was no conversation as the final 3 remaining loaded their tasks onto their tablets. They each went in a separate direction. Dad towards communications, Princey to the Med Bay, and Janusss into storage.

Dad was scared. There were only him and two others left. One of them was the impostor, and they’d only know for sure if they were caught. If they didn’t, they’d all end up dead.

Dad’s hands were shaking as he frantically tried to fix the wiring of the computer.

He heard footsteps behind him.

He turned.

Janusss was standing in the doorway.

Dad froze.

This is it.

Janusss walked towards him, and time seemed to slow.

A gunshot sounded throughout the ship. Everything went black.

-

DEFEAT

-

“Dammit!” Roman slammed his fists on the table. “How are you so good at this?” He asked, glaring at Janus. “This is the third game in a row you’ve won!”

“What can I say?” He said, smirking. “Deceit’s my thing. This game was made for me.”

Patton rolled his eyes, smilling good-naturedly. “Alright, settle down. Who’s up for a rematch?”

“Oh, you’re,” Logan said, pausing to hold up a vocab card, “’On’.”

“If Jan gets impostor again he’s gonna win!” Roman shouted.

“I’m just better than you.” Janus snarked. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Virgil smirked. “I can’t wait till I get impostor. Oh, I am so gonna get my revenge.”

“Hey, revenge is my thing!” Remus shouted. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get it first.” He said quietly, smiling maliciously at Janus.

Virgil started another round. “Let’s do this.”

[puckngrind]

What’s In A Name:8 - J. Toews

Chapter 8

Where we left off: Bekah accompanied Jon to the NHL100 Gala and he suggested they could live in Chicago together.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,396

Series Masterlist ) Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Untitled.

His season ended in round 1 and anyone could see the disappointment all over Jon’s face for the first few weeks after being knocked out in four games. Bekah came to game 1 and wore the jacket he bought her with his name and number on the back. The conversation from LA still hung over their heads but was not discussed by either with the end of the season. Work was crazy for her and summer flew without seeing Jon much. She did take a Friday off in August to take the long weekend go see him at home in Canada. She could see why he spoke about home the way he did. It was peaceful even with the sounds of slap shots waking her up one morning. She toed out to the kitchen to see coffee already made and prepared to her liking of a splash of honey and cream. She hummed while taking the first sip realizing it was exactly how she made it. The large window in the back eliminated source of the sounds echoing through the house. Jon was working out on his mini rink in the backyard. She opened the door with nothing on but one of his old, warn UND shirts on.

“You are crazy Tae!” Bekah emerged with coffee in hand leaning on the railing of his deck. Jon laughs and starts to make his way to her.

“Determined is usually the adjective used Beks.” His sweaty lips dip down and brush against hers. “Determined. Also, good morning.”

He was very determined to get her to Chicago. He knew she loved the city but the conversation in LA was looming over every discussion of a weekend with him. It took a ton of effort for Brynn convincing Bekah to go for the Blue Jackets and Blackhawks game in October. She helped Bekah wiggle some of work accounts during a few lunches and wouldn’t stop talking about it until they booked their flight. Bekah was working so hard that she resisted at first but Jon was thankful for Brynn’s persistence got her to his city.

Brynn rolled her eyes when Bekah walks in from the parking garage in her playoff jacket within Toews airbrushed across the back and a I heart Chicago T-shirt under. “I’m happy for you friend but you are an Ohioan damnit!” Brynn laughs and links arms with Behkah so they can head to the arena.

Jon scored and had an assistant handing the Blue Jackets a lose. Brynn laughs as the two friends embrace near the locker rooms and head their separate ways. “Have fun you two.” She waves more at Jon than Bekah.

“Nice game Tae.” Bekah looks up at Jon as he takes her under his arm.

“I felt your energy, Baby.” He kisses her lips. “Let’s head home.” The words lingered but weren’t touched by either one.

Bekah loved the way Jon smelled post game. It was intoxicating especially as he pressed into her making her legs push hard into his ass while she moaned out his name loudly.

“Come on Beks.” Jon encourages feeling Bekah’s orgasm coming. His not far behind. Bekah’s back arches up and he works faster. Reveling in the way their bodies moved in sync.

“Jon, I...” She moans out while her toes curl tightly into his legs.

“Merde Beks! Je t'aime.” Jon grunts out as he climaxes and collapses into Bekah’s trembling body.

“Uh, what did you just say?” Bekah tries to catch her breath. “Tae?” Jon whinces realizing the gravity of his words. “Jon.” Bekah tries to move him but he just lays with his head in her neck attempting to catch his own breath. “Jonathan! What the hell did you just say?”

“It was French Beks.” He finally moves so she can see his face.

“You orgasmed in French? You’ve never... have you ever... wait. What did you say?” Bekah questioned.

Jon’s mind and heart are racing. Of course he loved her. But saying it in French while cuming wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to tell her for the first time especially when they hadn’t established anything beyond exclusivity. “Babe, I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I swear I heard t’aime. Isn’t that love?” Bekah feels the heat coming to her cheeks. Her hand swiping at sweat on Jon’s hairline.

“Beks. Maybe. I don’t tend to remember what we say in the moment. Plus my brain is hardwired for both languages. Remember, I learned French first.” Jon searches her eyes and sees a smile appear.

“Well that was new. I didn’t hate it but it was new.” She kissed his lip tenderly. “Does it mean something when you brain switches like that?”

“I don’t think so mainly comfort I guess but we’ve been pretty comfortable for awhile. Seriously Beks. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before, ever.”

“Interesting.” Bekah struggled her shoulder out of not understanding before kissing his lips and Jon was thankful for the dropped conversion.

Work picked up for Bekah again. Her firm was given the task of the Cannonball for the CBJ foundation. As the marketing department she was stressed. She took a few days at Christmas and spent them in Chicago. His family didn’t join this year because of the schedule but he was thankful to see her in the mist of maybe her biggest project yet. All-Star break came and went. Jon didn’t make the All-star team so he came to Columbus and spent time with her but mainly in bed then she was off to work. Brynn didn’t mind when he suggested lunch out and invited her knowing they had a standing lunch date.

The week of Cannonball Brynn walks in with flowers. “These were delivered for you.” Bekah could hardly see her tiny best friend over the ginormous bouquet. Bekah’s eyes bug out of her head when her eyes adjust to them. She has only received flowers once at her office and it was when her grandfather died and they were from Brynn and Derek not her boyfriend. Jon sent her flowers for her birthday but to her apartment and not to work.

“Holy shit Rin!” Bekah gets up to grab the flowers and places them on the ledge behind her desk.

“There is a card.” Brynn points towards the center of the roses. “I didn’t read it. Still sealed.” Brynn’s face lights up as Bekah fishes out the note and opens it.

To the purrdiest lady at the ball,

You have worked so hard and I’m so proud of you.

Always, Tae

Bekah’s heart skips a beat and her face has a smitten smile across it.

“Does he always end his notes that way?” Rin questions.

“What? Huh?” Bekah rereads the card and looks at her best friend puzzled.

“Always, Tae. Does he always sign things like that?” Bekah just nods gliding her fingers over the text. “Very similar to that tattoo you have isn’t it.” Brynn flicks her finger to Bekah’s left side where the Always yours tattoo was.

“He’s done it before seeing the tattoo.” Bekah’s brain remembering the note she kept in her wallet from when he gave her his jersey. Butterflies erupt in her stomach thinking about the similarities.

“Yeah, just adding to the list of your no name thing there Bekah.” Brynn breaks the silence caused by Bekah’s realization. “Those flowers are stunning! I’m gonna let you call that handsome man.” Brynn waves from the door and Bekah turns to inhale the arrangement of red and white roses.

She picks up her phone and calls Jon.

“You didn’t have to but they are beautiful. Thanks Babe.” Bekah hardly let’s him say hello.

“Oh, well deserved. You worked your ass off for this western rodeo campaign and I just wish I could be there to push you across that dance floor, Beks.” There was a silence that they both let happen.

“I miss you.” Bekah finally whispers.

“I miss you too Beks but I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Cannonball got Bekah all nervous. She ended up wearing the same dress that she did for the NHL 100 gala with some major convincing from Brynn. “You worked hard, that dress is amazing why not wear it and we can enjoy ourselves.” It definitely didn’t go with the theme and Bekah considered if it was too much for an event she was technically at for work. The fundraiser was perfect. Being country themed the players showed up in hats and bolo ties. About half way through Bekah felt the weight of the project lift off her shoulders as she started to mingle among some of women from the Chicago trip and the team. Her comfort level in the hockey world had dramatically changed and even Seth Jones noticed it when they were talking. He had run into her and Jon at the All-Star game in 2017 that became the focal point of the conversation. Bekah crawled into bed way later than she expected and didn’t wake up until her phone was ringing before her alarm.

“Hey Tae!” Bekah knew it was only Jon calling that early.

“Why the fuck do I see Josh fucking Anderson’s arm around you on Twitter?” Jon chokes out through his teeth.

“Huh?” Bekah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“I was looking through the tag from your event and scrolled to see a picture of that cocky new call up Jacket with his fucking arm around you. Bekah... I... I....”

“You need to breathe Jon. No one had their arm around me especially Josh.” Bekah grabs her tablet from the nightstand to find this picture. The mention of Josh’s name made Jon almost growl.

“Well it sure as hell looks like he’s all cozy with you.” Bekah can tell Jon is pacing the floor. She hears the hard thud of his feet even over the phone.

“Jon! We. You and me, we are exclusive. I’m not seeing or talking or flirting with any other man.” Bekah scrolls as Jon breathes heavily into the phone. She finally sees it. From the angle of the photograph it does looks like Josh’s arm is on the small of her back and not whatever he was propping himself on. A small smirk on Josh’s face as she is talking to Seth. “Jon, Honey, I’m looking at the picture right now and I was just talking to the boys. Seth was asking about what part of the All-Star game I enjoyed since he saw us in LA. The conversation was about YOU,Tae.” Bekah waits and hears Jon swearing in both French and English. “Jonathan Bryan Toews calm the fuck down. You have a game tonight and you cannot be all like this.”

“Like fucking what Bekah? Pissed that my woman is looking like she’s talking to another man and one that is in my profession and one that I have to play soon. Pissed that we won’t call this what it fucking is because we live in different states or are scared or whatever it might be? My head hasn’t been in the right space and it’s hard to lead a damn team when I’m this way.” Jon stops pacing and can hardly hear over booming from his pulse in his ears.

“I... I don’t know what to say Jon.” Bekah feels the prick at the corner of her eyes.

“Well maybe you need to figure that out. I need to get to the rink and settle down. I’ll talk to you later Beks.” Jon hisses and hangs up. Bekah pulled her pillow over her head and starts to cry. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying but she just did it. Jon’s word echoing in her thoughts as she did.

The two texted a few times in the next few weeks and even Brynn could feel there was something off. “Bekah, he’s coming in town tomorrow night after their home game. You need to talk to him.”

“Rin, please don’t.” Bekah looks up from the salad she’s just pushing around with her fork.

“Call what you two have whatever you want but it’s something and in the last few weeks you’ve been a puddle of a human instead of the annoyingly hot for Toews bestie I’ve come accustomed to. You two make each other better you know?” Brynn stares into her best friend’s eyes seeing all the confusion that was stirring.

“But Rin.” Bekah whispers.

“Just go talk to him.” Byrnn spells out and Bekah knew she was right.

She texted Jon asking to meet in the lobby. He said he had a late team meeting but could slip out for a moment. Bekah’s heart beat faster and her cheeks flooded red when she sees him walking towards her.

“Hey Beks.” Jon leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” Bekah blurts out.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon stands close but not too close. “What’s up?”

“We haven’t seen or talked to each other in awhile.”

“Yeah, we’ve been busy.” Jon rubs the back of his neck looking down at her and she sees his pocket buzz.

“I... I... fuck... why is this hard?” Bekah whispers almost to herself as Jon’s pocket buzzes again.

“Beks, I don’t know but I really have to go. Tomorrow night, after the game I’ll meet you down in the tunnels like always okay?” He dips down and kisses her cheek before jogging off.

Bekah shook off the odd exchange and the next day wore her Toews jersey as she had been doing the last few seasons. Brynn’s eyes were bright when she got into Bekah’s car and saw the familiar jersey but said nothing. The ladies were closer than normal for this game and when Jon skated by during warmups she saw a slight smile across his face.

The game was not great and Bekah could swear she saw Jon push Josh after the whistle and words were exchanged but when Brynn said she didn’t see anything she wrote it off as paranoia. The Blue Jackets won and when Anderson scored in the third Bekah felt Jon’s eyes on her while the entire arena erupted in cheers. After the game, as always, Bekah waited for Jon between the home and visitor’s locker rooms. Bekah getting chirped by a few of the player who saw her in the Toews jersey and recognized her from Cannonball. Bekah sees Jon and starts toward him. His expression soft as he makes his way to her.

“Bek-caw!” A booming voice behind her calls out. She turns to see Josh with his hands to his mouth.  Seth, and Boone behind him in the tunnel. The boys all wave and she waves back then turns to see Jon standing in front of her. A grimace now flooding his face.

“Ready?” Jon pulls his arm tight around Bekah and she felt his whole body was tense.

“Yes, Tae. Let’s get outta here.” Bekah squeezed Jon and the two made their way to his hotel room. Once inside Jon drops on the bed kicking off his shoes but fully clothed in his suit. “I’m sorry Tae.” Bekah curls up into him and she can feel the tension radiating out of him. Jon finally groans and moves their bodies. Stripping Bekah’s clothes off first then his own in almost silence. Just the sounds of movement and kisses filled the air. He slinks down her body and presses his tongue into her core.

“Fuck Jon!” Bekah jumps and he presses his hand down at her hips to keep her body in place. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up after an orgasm rips through her body. His fingers curling into her as he sucks and flicks at her clit. Bekah yells out his name as the second orgasm crashes over her with even more of an intensity than the first. Jon only let’s up for a moment while he adjusts her legs and slams his throbbing cock into her. The room now filled with curses and moans. Jon biting at Bekah’s shoulder while she claws at his back. He thrusts hard into her then stops. Her eyes that are screwed shut fly open and the intensity of Jon’s eyes was a lot to take. Pupils blown, the look of want and a hint of something she couldn’t put her finger on before he rolled his hips out and slammed back into her. Bekah’s hands fly up to brace herself with the headboard. Jon’s hands move so he’s on his elbows with his lips ghosting her lips. “Mine.” He whispers then presses his lips on hers. Bekah feels Jon twitch deep inside of her which causes her body to climax again. Jon rolls off of Bekah. His hard expression softens and he kisses her then heads to the bathroom. She expects him to return but when the shower turns on she pads over to the bathroom.

“Tae?” Bekah looks into the shower and Jon’s forehead is pressed against the tile and the water is running down his back. He doesn’t move or answer. “Baby?” Bekah enters the shower and wedges herself between the shower wall and his body. Jon’s eyes closed and her hand comes to cup his cheek. “Jon?” Bekah runs her thumb across his cheek.

“I’m sorry Beks.” He opens his eyes and looks at her.

“Sorry for what?” She keeps her hand in place and blinks the spray from her eyes.

“For everything Beks. For everything but I’ll start with my behavior in bed just now.”

“Jon.” Bekah goes to kiss his lips and he moves.

“Let me finish. I got jealous. I got pissed off. I didn’t talk to you. I have let you and my team down. I just...” Jon takes a deep breath.

“Jon, let’s get out of the shower and talk okay?” Jon nods his head and let’s Bekah lead him out. She dries them both off and snuggles into his chest in bed.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and runs his hand down and up her arm then pulls her body flush with his.

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“And the jealousy thing?” Bekah looks up at him.

“I couldn’t see beyond a poor camera angle and got angry that these local guys could see you almost daily. That they could easily have you if they wanted to.”

“But they don’t and they won’t.” She reassures him. “And the whole mine thing?” Bekah whispered out and rubs her shoulder.

“Fuck Beks did I hurt you?” Jon kisses the spot that already looks like it’s bruising.

“It was in the heat of the moment and I’ll be fine. But Mine Jon? The possessive sex thing isn’t exactly you.”

“I know. I just... fuck.... fuck... fuck.”

“You fuck?” Bekah laughs. Jon sits up on his elbow and looks down at Bekah.

“Bekah. I love you and I know we said we aren’t naming this but I love you and I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you this years ago.” Jon leans down and kisses her lips.

“Jon...” Bekah breathes out.

“And not just love. I don’t want to live without you honestly. When we leave each time it gets harder. When that hint of cinnamon smell from your pillow is gone I find myself in the kitchen trying to replicate it but it’s your smell. You. I want you. I want you to come to Chicago, run my new foundation, build a life with me, together. Je t’aime Rebekah. I said it once before and didn’t realize then that I meant it but I do.” He drops back down so their faces are inches apart.

“Jon.” Bekah places her head on his chest. He combs his fingers through her wet hair.

“You don’t have to say anything Beks. I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it. I’m okay with being just this. Okay? Just know that’s what I want is more and if you don’t then we keep doing what we are doing but if you consider even a little bit of what I just said that we can start slow and not all at once. I’m in this for the long haul Beks.” He hand glides under her chin and slowly moves it to look her in the eyes and kisses her lips again.

“Okay.” Bekah quietly says.

“Okay? Okay to what Beks?”

“Okay....”

[1000scrubs]

Round 1: Sir Cola Domino

Writer Sir Cola Domino’s entry for the initial prompts from 2 years ago

    It was a Friday in an ice cream shop in downtown Birmingham. A small child was going to bed, or so his parents thought. See, this child had sought a very important item, so he snuck out in the middle of the night.  

The child was dubbed Jennifer Jonathan Andy The III Attorney at Law, he preferred Jandy. He had gone to a nearby discount store to buy some paints so he could finally pick up that Bob Ross tutorial that his father bought him for his 5th birthday. It was an odd gift to give to a 5 year old, but Jandy couldn’t really complain to his father, for he had died  shortly after.  

The paints he desired were out of stock in most places, including the store he had snuck out to visit. Jandy went to the back of the store to see if they had paints, because little Jandy doesn’t give a damn about restricted areas, only to find a secret entrance that lead to a Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets.  

“Holy crap Louis, it’s a secret entrance that leads to a Secretly  Secret Underground Facility of Secrets.” Jandy said aloud to no one in particular. He paused for a moment, “What the hell am I saying?”

   Jandy lowered himself into the secret entrance of secrets, and he found himself gazing down a long, seemingly unending hallway. Two secret agents were walking up and spotted him.  

“What the hell? Is that a kid? Who let a kid down here? Does anyone know what to do if a child finds a super secret government base?” They spoke among themselves, bewildered that there was a small child in the base.

Jandy said “You can’t kill me, I’m a little baby boy!”  

“Right you are. It would be pretty messed up if we shot a child,” said the well dressed agent, “let’s bring him to The Main Man.” said the taller agent. They slapped a pair of cuffs on Jandy and made there way to The Main Man.  

    “Well, well, well, what’s we got here?” asked The Main Man.  

“Um, well sir, this small child was roaming around the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets.” the stumpy agent replied.

“What you waiting for? Shoot the little bugger!” exclaimed The Main Man.  

“But… he’s a kid…” said the agent with the magnificent moustache.  

“Hmm, you’re right. It would be pretty messed up if we shot a child.” said The Main Man.  

“Very well kid, you win. We can grant you anything in the world, if you don’t speak of this encounter ever again.” The Main Man explained to the small, dumbfounded child.  

“Umm, how about some paint?” Asked Jandy  

“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, now that right there is funny!” laughed The Main Man, “ but seriously, what did you want?”  

“Really, I want some paints.” Jandy said.  

“YOU LISTEN HERE LITTLE VERMIN, IF YOU DONT TAKE THIS OFFER SERIOUSLY IM GONNA STAB YOUR SMALL, INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE HEART!!!” screamed The Main Man.    

“Sir, I thought the whole point is that we couldn’t kill him because he was a kid.” Said the balding agent.  

“WHICH ONE OF YOU SAID THAT?!” asked The Main Man.  

“Uh… me…” replied the balding agent.  

“YOU’RE FIRED! Now kid, listen closely cause I’m only gonna say this once. We can grant you anything in the world, if you don’t speak of this encounter ever again.” The Main Man said.

”Look Mr. Main Man… all I want is some paints for my bob ross tutorial.” Jandy said frightened.

“A Bob Ross tutorial? Well bloody hell, that’s all you had to say. Of course we can do that!” said The Main Man, “The only problem is that the world has a bit of a shortage in the paints needed for a Bob Ross tutorial.” explained The Main Man. “Ooooh, I got an idea! Don’t worry kid, it will benefit us both. We’ll need a few days to prepare, so we’ll call you back when we’re ready.”  

Jandy was uncuffed and given a card with a number on it, “This is my number, ignore the therapist part that was my previous job. I just didn’t want to make new ones.” The Main Man told Jandy.  

   The next day Jandy sat around the ice cream store, bored, anxious and having nothing to do except eat the ice cream meant for the customers, slowly putting his mother out of business. Suddenly Jandy had gotten a call “Hey, is this Jennifer Jonathan  Andy the III Attorney at Law?” Asked an agent with a lisp over the phone  

“Yes.” said Jandy.

“It’s time.” said the agent with a lisp. Jandy made his way back to the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets, he found two agents waiting for him.

“This way sir.” said the agent with one arm, Jandy followed the agents to a room that was unfamiliar.  

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little old Jennifer Jonathan Andy the III Attorney at Law? Bloody hell, that’s a mouthful” Said The Main Man  

“You can call me Jandy Mr. Main Man.” Jandy said.  

“Please please, Mr. Main Man was my father, call me The.”  

“Your name is The?” asked Jandy.

“Yes.” He stated.

“Ok. What exactly is all this?” asked Jandy.

“What you see before you is a machine that can shoot your molecules forward or backward through the space time quantiniumiam. You see, we needed an excuse to test this technology, and you need paint. So it’s a win win, except for the possibility that the machine will scatter your molecules throughout time instead of group them together in one certain point. Or if it rearranges your molecules-“  

Jandy stood there in shock. ”WHAT!?” he interrupted bewildered  

“Well, it’s quite simple really. The paints can only be found in the future. According to our calculations, there’s an ice cream shop right across from our store. That ice cream shop gets super successful in the future, and because it’s right across from the ice cream so does our store. So successful in fact, that the Bob Ross overlords notices and stocks us up with the needed paints-“  

“NOT THAT, THE PART ABOUT ME DYING!” Jandy interrupted again.

“Oh no, no, you won’t die. You’ll be very much alive, but you’ll wish you were dead. Anyways, our calculations should come to fruition. Unless say, someone were to eat all the ice cream, say… an hour ago. But what are the odds of that happening, right?” Explained The.  

Jandy paused for a moment, “I ATE ALL THE ICE CREAM!” he thought to himself, “Yea, what are the odds?” Jandy said.  

“Here, bring some agents with you. Here’s a communication device for when we need to pull you back.”  

Jandy and the two agents stepped into the machine. All Jandy could see was a bright blue light and then poof! He stepped out, only to see nothing but destruction and chaos.  

“What the hell!?” Exclaimed the agent with the unibrow, before quickly being eaten alive by a big hideous monster.

“AHHH HOLY CRAP!” screamed the agent with a birthmark on their forehead before being devoured by another monster.

Jandy tried running for it, but tripped because Jandy sucks. As he fell he heard a loud CRACK, “Uh oh, hope that wasn’t the communicater.” He thought to himself.  

The monsters surrounded him, and right as they were about to feast, a laser zipped right through one of the monsters. The monster went limp. From behind him, three hooded figures equipped with jet packs  came flying in. They killed the rest of the monsters in a maneuver of such unbelievable coordination, trust, and precision, that it could not possibly be described with mere words.  

The tallest of the figures walked up to Jandy, he stood there for a moment before taking off his hood. The other two figures took off their hoods as well. The man standing closest had a face that was oddly familiar, yet Jandy had never seen it before. The other was a woman who looked roughly the same age as the man. The last, a girl, looked much younger, seemingly a teenager. All three of them donned battle scars.  

“What the shit?” said the man, with a confused look on his face.  

“What are you doing out here kid? It’s not safe.” asked the teenager.

“Uh, I’m here to get some paints.” said Jandy.  

“Holy crap Louis! I think that’s me.” the man said.  

“Who the hell is Louis?” asked the woman.  

“Nothing, it’s just a thing I say”  

“Did you say that’s you?” asked the teenager.  

“That kid looks exactly like me, and he’s looking for paint. That’s been my damn life goal!” the man explained.  

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just a little baby boy trying to get some paints.” said Jandy, worried.  

Some loud shrieks were heard in the distance “Come on, it’s not safe here.” said the woman. The group ran into a nearby ruined building, “What’s your name kid?” asked the woman.

“my name is Jennifer Johnathan An-“

”-dy the III Attorney at Law,” finished the man, “that’s my name as well.”  

“Holy crap! It’s a mini dad!” said the teenager.

“HUH?!” Jandy yelled.  

“How is this possible?” asked Future Jandy,  

“Probably something to do with the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets, aren’t they the ones who started this mess?” said the woman.  

Future Jandy looked over to Jandy, who was fiddling with a device. “What’s that you got there?” He asked.

“Uhhh, it’s a broken communicator that was supposed to get me back.” Jandy said.

“That looks like super secret technology! We could go to the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of secrets, and see if there’s anything there.” Explained the teenager.  

“Mariandy, I’m working with the enemy why would I help me?” asked Future Jandy.

“Mariandy?” Said Jandy confused.

“Mary Maria Andy Attorney at Law, also he’s you. We have to help you get back, or else we’ll all cease to exist, you dummy!” Mariandy explained.  

“Hey, don’t talk to your father like that. Also, of course we have to help you, or else we’ll all die you dumbass.” said the woman.  

“Ok Julia.” Said Future Jandy.  

  The Andy’s made there way to the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets. Across from them was an empty husk of the ice cream shop.  

“To think, all this started right here…” said Future Jandy.

“What exactly happened here?“ asked Jandy.

“It all started by the ice cream shop…” Julia said as she pointed at its remains, “the previous ice cream shop was run out of business, and so it was replaced with a new ice cream shop. It had lots of options, but it tasted mediocre at best.

“One day when everything was going as it would, aliens came. They came to this ice cream shop and asked for ice cream. A bunch of agents with distinct features came running out of the store across the street, saying they were ‘secret agents’ and that, ‘you all have to keep this a secret’.

“Once the aliens got their ice cream, they said, ‘Meh, mediocre at best.’, that’s when the agents panicked. They were yelling, ‘OH NO THEY DIDN’T LIKE IT! THEY’RE GONNA KILL US, KILL THEM FIRST!’ and then they started this big war that woke the underground species that are roaming around today. While the aliens and the Super Secret Agents were fighting out in space, we had to take care of the monsters that are destroying the entire world.” Julia finished.

“And to think, if only they made better ice cream.” said Mariandy.  

“This is all my fault, if only I had been a better son, and a better worker, then my mom wouldn’t have gone out of business.” Future Jandy said holding back tears.

“That’s kind of a stretch. I mean, it’s not like you were bored, anxious, and had nothing to do one day except eat the ice cream meant for the customers, slowly putting your mother out of business.” Mariandy said, “Right?” Future Jandy and Jandy looked at each other, stricken with guilt.  

“Oh my god… are you serious!?” yelled Julia.

“Wait, wait, wait, I think I have an idea. What if we send little me back, so he can go and stop us from eating all the ice cream?” Future Jandy proposed.

“I guess that’ll work, god I cant believe this all happened over something so stupid.” said Julia.  

“Then I can get my paints right?” asked Jandy.

“Yes! And then you can get your paints.” explained Future Jandy.  

“Sounds like a plan.” Mariandy said excitedly.

  After searching thoroughly through the Secretly Secret Underground Facility of Secrets looking to salvage some technology, finally they had found enough to fix the communicator.

“Alright, that should be fixed now.” said Julia.

“And remember, you’ll save the world, if, and only if, you make sure we don’t eat that ice cream.” Future Jandy said, giving Jandy the communicator.

“Alright, I got it, thanks everyone. I look forward to meeting you two in the future.” Jandy said.  

“When you meet me don’t use any corny pick up lines, it won’t work.” said Julia .

“Wait, you didn’t like my pick up lines? I tried them so many times, why didn’t you say anything?!” asked Future Jandy.

“You got me eventually, so you must of done something right.” said Julia.

“Bye mini dad! Your life’s gonna be hell once I arrive!” exclaimed Mariandy.  

Jandy signalled The to bring him back, and with one last look at his future life he saw a bright blue light, and then, poof! He was back.  

“Well kid, you get the paint?” asked The.

“No, look, I lied to you before I left. There is a chance of there not being ice cream, a big chance, because I ate it, I ate it all.” Jandy explained.

“WHAT? HOW COULD YOU EAT THAT MUCH BLOODY ICE CREAM?!?” The screamed.  

“That doesn’t matter now, what matters is that we have to stop me or else we’ll all die.” said Jandy.

“Alright, when did you eat the ice cream?” The asked.

“Like an hour ago.” said Jandy.

“Good god child, what is wrong with you…”  

Jandy walked back into the machine, once again saw a bright blue light and, poof! He was back in the facility.

“AHH HOLY CRAP!” screamed an agent with bright blue hair.  

“Jennifer? How the hell did you get in here?” asked an agent that was extremely buff.  

“Calm down you plebes, obviously we sent him here from the future.” The from the past explained, “What went wrong?”  

“I need to get to the ice cream shop now!” yelled Jandy worried.  

“Lucky for you we’ve been working on a secret teleporter gun. We haven’t really tested it, but if the secret space time quantum molecule shooty machine works, then so should this.” The shot Jandy with the gun, and, with a flash of a bright purple light he found himself across from himself in the ice cream shop.

Past Jandy went for the ice cream before Jandy tackled him. “OW, WHAT THE HELL!?” yelled Past Jandy, “Who do you think you- holy crap Louis, it’s me!” past Jandy paused for a moment, “Who’s Louis?” he asked himself.  

“Hey, look at me! Don’t eat this ice cream. Please, it will put our mom out of business and that will bring the apocalypse.” Jandy explained to himself.

“Seriously?” Past Jandy asked.

“Yes, seriously. Just makes sure this business stays afloat long enough, so that when the aliens come, they’ll get good ice cream.” said Jandy.  

“Wow, that sentence makes no sense.” Past Jandy said laughing, the two Jandy’s went on to have quite a conversation. Coming to a lot of conclusions, and ultimately changing their outlook on life.

    Jandy signaled for The, and with that, Jandy returned.  

“Well kid, we all good to go?” The asked.

“Yep, just one more trip.” Jandy said, another bright blue light, and, poof! Jandy was in a much nicer, friendlier future.  

He walked to the store where he saw his future self with Julia and Mariandy. “We’ve been expecting you.” said future Jandy.  

“Holy crap, it’s a mini dad!” Mariandy said out of excitement.  

“Huh, so you were telling the truth all these years?” Julia asked.  

“Thought you said you didn’t doubt me?” Said Future Jandy.

“um, you guys got any paint?” Jandy asked.  

“Hang on let me ask Brody… hey Brody, we got any Bob Ross paints?” Future Jandy asked. Brody emerged from under the counter, he was an alien. Brody made indistinguishable noises that Jandy couldn’t understand, but Future Jandy could “He said it’s in the back.”.

Jandy went to the back of the store to see if they had paints, with permission this time, and there it was. All the paints needed for his Bob Ross tutorial, sitting right in front of him. “I can’t pay for these sir-” Jandy started to say.  

“I’ll pay, it’s the least I could do.” Future Jandy interrupted. Jandy thanked his future counterpart, and said his goodbyes to his future family.  

“Extraction complete.” Jandy said to the communicator, and with one last bright blue light, he was back.

“Well, well, well, looks like you finally got the paint, huh?” The said.  

“Thanks for the help The.” said Jandy graciously.

“Just remember our deal kid, don’t speak of this encounter ever again.” The explained.  

“Yea, hey, one last thing can you use your teleporter gun to send me home? I’ve gone through a lot in the past few seconds.” Said Jandy.

“What the… how did you know about the secret teleporter gun? Oh well, I guess you did risk your life for us, but no more favours after this! Got it runt?” The said gruffly. With a flash of a bright purple light, Jandy was back home.  

“WHERE WERE YOU?! I’VE BEEN SO WORRIED!” his mom yelled, crying.  

Jandy hugged his mother, “I was getting paints for the Bob Ross tutorial”.  

The next day, with a all the paints needed, and with a fresh white canvas, Jandy popped the tutorial into the cassette player.  He followed the tutorial step by step, until he had created a beautiful masterpiece with the help of the great Bob Ross.  

Prompts lost, but estimated to be:     Who: A young child (possibly 5yo) What: Meets his future family  When: The ‘When’ prompt is lost Where: Birmingham, England Why: To complete a Bob Ross tutorial

[elston57]

Pokemon Birthday Party Games

So you have little colleagues who love Pokemon and their birthday is fast moving nearer? Never fear, help is here. Both of my little youngsters love Pokemon, they are ages 6 and 9. What is Pokemon you say? Pokemon means "Pocket Monster" in Japanese. The crazy characters form into different characters and they use pokemon moves to "fight" each other causing "hurt". This free for all has begun in Japan, anyway is significantly standard here in the US. The Pokemon characters all have a HP number, how much the Pokemon is worth and the higher HP cards are significantly longed for young fellows. At any rate, back to your social affair issue. I just set up a mind boggling Pokemon party for my kid's 10th birthday festivity. He loved it and his colleagues made some incredible memories. Coming up next are some acceptable musings for you and they are EASY and INEXPENSIVE to do. I plunked down one evening and created a couple of games that I could without a doubt make the arrangements for and they would be interesting to play. Coming up next is a framework overview of the games we considered and read on to get the nuances of each one. Keep in mind, these are EASY, FUN and INEXPENSIVE and I will exhort you correctly how I did it and what you need:

o Pass the Pokeball

o Pin the Tail on Pikachu

o Pokemon Balloon Dart Throw

o Pokemon Master Tracking

o Gliscor Bean Bag Score

1. Pass the Pokeball If you are indirectly familiar with Pokemon, you will contemplate pokeballs. To play this game, I went to a strength store and purchased a LARGE Styrofoam ball, they seem to go in cost from $5 to $11. I moreover got some red launderable claim to fame paint while I was at the craftsmanship store. Paint a huge bit of the ball with the red workmanship paint, let it dry, then use dim electrical tape to tape around the circuit of the ball right where the white Styrofoam gets along with the red paint. This made the PERFECT pokeball. Rapid and straightforward and humble. Then we had a little control center (humble one) that could be normally set to play music. If you don't have a control center, utilize anything that can make music, collection player, instrument, drum set, guitar, whatever plays music and can be ended and started. Have every one of the youngsters sit in general and they need to hand the pokeball to each other in an indirect plan. They can't throw the ball. I would then starting the music on the control center and close my eyes and stop it following 20 to 30 seconds. I shut my eyes, so I wouldn't understand who might have been holding the ball when the music ended. Whoever is holding the ball when the music stops is out, then play again until there is only 1 player left. Give the player who is left a get-together prize.

Supplies recap:

I. Tremendous Styrofoam ball

ii. Red workmanship paint

iii. Electrical tape

2. Nail the Tail to Pikachu - Pikachu is one of the rule pokemon characters and if your kids like Pokemon they like Pikachu. For this game, I found a nice picture of Pikachu. I used a picture out of the Pokemon Handbook that we have, yet if you don't have one of those, use a pokemon card of Pikachu, or print a picture of Pikachu at pokemon.com. I bought a heap of 10 white posterboards at a deal shop. Look at the picture and draw a tremendous picture of Pikachu to cover most of the posterboard (1 sheet). Do whatever it takes not to draw his tail. Use an alternate posterboard to draw enough Pikachu tails (shaped like a lightning bolt) for each get-together guest to have one. After I drew the Pikachu and a while later drew the tails, I had my kids concealing the Pikachu and tails, they valued having an effect. Eliminate the Pikachu tails. I had an old plug board that I had the alternative to mount this Pin the Tail on the Pikachu game onto so it had a solid back and could be hung up outside. Put the name of each social affair guest on one of the tails and not long before they play, add a lone section of twofold sided tape. Exactly when you are ready to play this, use a hanky to cover the eyes of your get-together guests, whirl them around in a circle twice and direct them towards the Pikachu. Do whatever it takes not to allow them to feel their bearing around, any spot they contact the Pikachu they should put the tail on there, regardless the kids who go last will really need to encourage where to put the tails by feeling where various kids tails are trapped. Give a prize to the social event guest who gets Pikachu's tail closest to the right spot Pokemon Go Plus .

Supplies recap:

I. Picture of Pikachu

ii. Immense white posterboard for drawing picture of Pikachu

iii. Immense white posterboard for drawing different Pikachu tails figuratively speaking

iv. Twofold sided tape

v. Tissue

3. Pokemon Balloon Dart Throw - Kids love to pop inflatables and throw darts, so set up these two things in a fun and straightforward activity. The night preceding the social event I bought 50 inflatables at a get-together store. Each Pokemon character has a HP regard, or a centers regard. For example, Pikachu might be 60 HP, Shadowlugia 300 HP, etc You can find the names of various Pokemon characters in a Pokemon handbook or you can find them online at Pokemon.com. Take some plain white paper and cut it into strips that are around 1 inch high by 3 inches long. Make the name out of a substitute Pokemon and their HP Number on the strips. We had 6 youngsters at the get-together and I detonated 45 inflatables. For example, you might make Ryperior 90 HP on a slip. Make each piece of paper with a substitute individual and add the HP number (use results of 10 only for the HP regards). We used each character name simply a solitary time yet reused the HP 50, HP60, HP70, HP80, HP90, etc Anyway we just had 1 individual (Shadowlugia) that had the most raised HP of HP300, no other card had the HP300 on it. Overlay the bits of paper nearly nothing and punch it inside the inflatable prior to detonating the inflatable. I then used an air blower to detonate the inflatables quickly and tie them in a knot. You will see the little bits of paper inside. I set aside the inflatables overnight in huge trash bags and they remained coursed up fine. I purchased a lot of 6 darts at a games store to use for this game. If you have a tremendous fitting board, join the inflatables with push pins to the plug board. Host the party guests stay back around 8 feet and throw 2 darts a piece and endeavor to pop the inflatables (like a customary sideshow fascination). In case they pop an inflatable have them get together and keep the piece of paper with the Pokemon character on it and the HP number (see the accompanying Pokemon Master following in regards to how to deal with the bits of paper and checking the HP numbers). They needed to pop these inflatables and they loved finding the bits of paper to find which Pokemon character they had and what was the HP number. We played a couple of rounds of this game!

Supplies recap:

I. Pack of inflatables (have something like somewhere around 40)

ii. Plain white paper

iii. Names of Pokemon characters and made up HP numbers (I didn't save the work to investigate each characters veritable HP number, that is a great deal of work, just put down any HP number you need, anyway have one individual with the most significant HP

iv. Heap of 6 darts (about $2.50)

4. Pokemon Master following - There is no doubt your youngsters think about Ash Ketchum if they like Pokemon, he is a Pokemon expert. To make it fun and to get the youngsters to have to get the bits of paper I put inside the inflatables, I made a Pokemon Master graph to follow each get-together guests characters and HP regards. I used a gigantic white posterboard and made Pokemon Masters at the top and used some Pokemon stickers to plan with. You can buy Pokemon stickers, or use sticker paper in your printer and essentially print some Pokemon cards or Pokemon characters from the web. I then apportioned (using a secret market) the posterboard into the quantity of get-together guests I have a made a huge square for all of them. As the young fellows collected the Pokemon character slips from popping the inflatables, I had another adult sign in their Pokemon characters and their connected HP Values onto the Pokemon Master diagram. I just had it taped to my auxiliary entry and the young fellows venerated moving toward see what their Pokemon scores were. I gave a prizes for the most raised HP complete in each round of darts. One child may pop an inflatable with the Pokemon character piece of paper that said Metagross 90 HP and his ensuing pop may have been Snover 60 HP, we recorded these both onto his square on the Pokemon Master following posterboard and his hard and fast HP for the round was 150 HP. If he had the most raised score that round, he got a prize. I let the youngsters throw 2 darts a piece for each turn. I furthermore gave a prize for the most decreased HP score, so no one found out about left. Have an adult record the names and HP numbers to keep it moving. Around the completion of all the inflatable popping I gave a prize to party guest who found the Shadowlugia 300 HP piece of paper, as it was our most raised HP regard "card".

[thirsty4theextraordinary]

Everything Burns - Chapter 6

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Breaking and entering.

Word count: 1774

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6: The Addiction begins

The days after that went quickly and so did the next week and the next. Scarlett did not see The Joker again for a long time and it was having a profound effect on her. 

She was a like a drug addict in withdrawal, she had never had an addictive personality before but The Joker was a kind of drug that you would become addicted after just one taste. She had lost her motivation to work, she lost her smile and she felt tired constantly. She couldn't focus on anything and found herself in a zombie-like state most days. 

So as she entered the end of the second week of not seeing him, she gave up on her rehabilitation and mad a decided that most drug addicts do. She needed to get her fix, no matter what.

That night she didn’t finish work until 3am but it didn’t matter, sleep couldn’t help her now. When she got in she headed straight to her room and searched for the joker card he had given her, when they had first met. She found it quickly and stared at the numbers for a moment. Scrawled around the edge of the card, like a strange border, were the numbers. It was hard to tell where the numbers started and ended, without the complication of the dirty mark that was smudged along one side making the numbers even harder to read. 

 She yanked the phone from the wall and kicked off her shoes, slumping down onto her back and staring and the numbers again.  She felt like a teenager who had just got the number of the popular boy she had a crush on. Taking a deep breath she began to dial.

"Hello" called a very feminine voice.

"Urr, Hi. Maybe I got the wrong number who is this" said Scarlett.

"This is Louise," said the female voice on the other end.

Scarlett wasn't sure what to do, maybe this was his girlfriend. Who was she kidding he probably didn't have a girlfriend.

"I must have the wrong number," Scarlett said before she hung up and sighed before she fell back into the bed dramatically. Then looked up at the card again and sighed. She flipped it over in her hand, partly wishing she didn’t feel so desparate for his attention. 

Wait! Was that a 2 or a 5? Why was this card was so difficult to read? Why couldn't he just print his number like a normal person. But he wasn't a normal person, and that was exactly the reason she needed to call him.

She picked up the phone from where she had thrown it and redialled using a 2 instead of a 5 this time.

"Hi," said the voice she had been yearning for and dreaming about, for two weeks now.

"Hi," she said her voice much higher than she wanted.

"Jester!" he said happily and she couldn't help the grin that came to her face, simply the sound of his voice seemed to ease her mind, like a addict getting there fix. She lay back down on her stomach, her feet in the air. She truly felt like a teenager calling her crush now. Her heartbeat 100 times faster than usual and she grinned like an idiot.

"What can I do for you gorgeous?" he asked and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"I" Scarlett stuttered she wasn't sure what to say, she wasn't sure she could admit to him that she was calling because she missed him.

"I don't know, why I called," she said after a little while and her ear nearly burst with his manic cackling response.

"I've missed you too gorgeous," he said still laughing slightly and she blushed madly.

"I tell you what, do you fancy coming with me tomorrow around 1 to a little meeting I should probably go to," he asked and she felt like all her Christmases had come at once.

"Oh, yeah that would be amazing," she said stuttering slightly.

"Brilliant! I'll be right over and we can sort out your costume" he said before he hung up and she was unable to reply.

What the hell did he mean by costume?

Within the hour he had arrived, breaking his way into her apartment while she was watching TV, causing her to jump and him to break down into hysterics.

He placed a bag on the counter and curiously she looked inside. That's had what he had meant by costume, a set of grease paint was in the bag and they were clearly used recently and she looked up at his freshly painted face.

"Well?" he said and she smiled.

"Do you want to help me find something to wear?" she asked and he grinned.

"No Jester, this has to be your design, I'll wait here and you show me once your done." he said and she smiled nervously, she had no idea what she was doing.

She didn't know where he was taking her tomorrow but more importantly, she couldn't afford to be seen with a psychotic clown. So at least this would keep her identity unknown. At least for now. She wondered if that was why The Joker painted his face, but somehow she knew it was for another reason.

She headed off towards her bedroom.

"Don't forget this" he called after her as he threw the jester hat to her and she caught it, smiling coyly at him. She heard the TV turn on as she entered the bedroom, she snatched up the green waistcoat she had bought and decided it would be the base to her costume.

She pulled on an emerald green tank top, before almost immediately pulling it back off again and throwing it on the floor, she picked up a purple tank top, before slipping on her waistcoat. The tank top was just enough to cover her bra, she pulled at the strings of her waistcoat, and pulled them as tight as she could.

She began her search for some bottoms, quickly she found a pair of purple and white striped shorts, they were part of a Halloween costume she had never got round to wearing and had only really bought for the boots that came with it. THE BOOTS! They would be prefect, on her hands and knees she dug through the wardrobe till she found them buried under a million other pairs of shoes.

They wear bright purple PVC platform boots that came up to her knees and laced up the front. The were ridiculous but she had worn them once and they were surprisingly comfortable. She pulled on a pair of fish net stocking with a suspender belt before pulling on her boots. She pulled on a pair of purple fingerless gloves to match. She looked in the mirror and smiled, there was something very Joker about her outfit, or rather Jester.

She combed her hair and left the natural curl in it before pulling the top half inot a sh pair messy space buns on the top of her head giving her an almost mini mouse look as her natural curl twisted out of the bun, and the rest of her midnight hair rested against her shoulders. She left out her bangs before she headed back out to the living room nervously the jesters hat in hand. He was watching the TV when she entered and didn't seem to notice her.

She coughed slightly and he looked up, before he did a double take and stood up to look at her fully.

"Hello beautiful," he purred and she blushed, until he said that she felt slightly silly but now she felt almost empowered.

"One last thing is needed," he said holding out the bag with the greasepaint inside. She took the bag from him and headed to the bathroom, she pulled her hair away from her face, before taking the plunge and smearing the white paint over her face, she brushed her face with baby powder and smiled at her self in the mirror. Her teeth looked yellow against the stark white of her face. She painted heavy black around her eyes almost mimicking the Joker but not quite as extreme and far more neat with an almost catlike wing. She looked down and the red he had given her before closing the lid and searching through her make-up draw until she found the bright purple she had bought for the same Halloween and had never really worn. This sexy-witch costume was really getting a new lease of life. She applied it to just her lips, flicking it out slightly at the corners of her mouth to give her a small smile but she did not go up her cheeks as he would. She stared at her self in the mirror again, she hardly recognized herself but that was the point and she laughed.

She pulled the jesters hat onto her head and laughed again.

"Looking good Jester," said a voice and The Joker stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking at her, grinning like an idiot. She smiled widely and he approached. He stood close to her, closer than he had ever been to her before. She could feel his breath against her face and it was intoxicating, his fingers came out to touch the fabric of her waistcoat.  He rubbed it between his thumb and first finger. He made a noise close to a growl and moved closer to her still. Before she could react he had pull her into his grasp, a strong arm around her waist, and she purred. He laughed as she bent her head back on her neck and he traced her neck with his finger tips.

"I like this Jester," he said flicking a bell on her hat. She purred again and his fingers moved down her arms.

Her phone began to ring loudly and The Joker jumped away from her like he had been burnt, before he started to laugh and she grinned at him, trying not to show the devastation of the loss of his touch. That had been a strange but amazing moment to happen between the pair. She needed it to happen again.

He walked away from her leaving her standing in the doorway of the bathroom feeling slightly overwhelmed but absolutely fabulous. But a part of her knew that just like an addict this experience had built her tolerance, her addict her reached a new height and a level of expectation for their meeting. Should he leave her again now, the withdrawal might kill her. 

[tearsofthemis]

Tears of Themis : Chapter 1 “Social Snobbery” Part 10 [Investigation Stage]

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▌Location- QingPing Restaurant, First Floor

(Xia Yan and I have narrowed down our list of suspects to someone who has had a run-in with the restaurant, and has deep ties with Fang Yuan himself. I thought of Lu HaiYang, who had been briefly mentioned by XinRan, who tried to promote MeiWeiKa and was refused by Mr. Fang. Surely this counts as a form of “bad blood”.)

Xia Yan: “What if… there’s a connection between the QingPing case and another one that I’m currently investigating?”

MC: “Which case is it? I was thinking about Lu HaiYang, MeiWeiKa’s sales manager. Xue XinRan mentioned him in passing when she came to present her case.”

Xia Yan: “...”

MC: “What? Did she not mention him during your debriefing? Unless, there’s some other entity that we’re not aware of?”

Xia Yan: “Have you heard the news that MeiWeiKa has secured funding from PAX Investment Group and are planning their platform launch?”

MC: “I have. I’ve also heard that other smaller financial groups plan to follow suit.”

Xia Yan: “Yup, one of those financial groups hired me to run a background check on MeiWeiKa and investigate the company’s legitimacy. During the investigation, I uncovered that MeiWeiKa has not only hired a bunch of people to falsify data, but has also been obtaining illegal funding.”

MC: “What?! But MeiWeiKa is just a review app, why would they do something like that?”

Xia Yan: “I didn’t understand their motives before, but after taking on this case, I think I have a good idea where I can find my next lead. The competition between rating apps on the market is already quite fierce. Although MeiWeiKa is able to support itself through regular operation, they’re far from meeting the profit margin required for them to compete with already existing apps. However, if the restaurants registered with MeiWeiKa run into operating accidents, their PR service that’s offered at an inflated price would sound enticing to their clients.”

MC: “You’re suggesting that MeiWeiKa is purposely causing trouble for restaurant owners? For example, purposely lowering restaurant ratings by writing fake reviews, thus pushing owners to purchase their PR services in order to fix their reputation?”

Xia Yan: “It’s only a theory. I haven’t found any evidence that would support the claim.”

MC: “I would’ve never thought detectives today would be able to deduce something like that just by comparing two cases…”

Xia Yan: “What else should we be doing then? Invading the privacy of the young, rich, and famous? Or perhaps, catching infidels in action? Gimme a break.”

MC: “Your words, not mine. I wasn’t even thinking in that direction. I always thought all private detectives did were run cold cases that the police have dropped. It was sheer luck that Lu HaiYang turned out to work for MeiWeiKa. Let’s see if we can find something in the restaurant that’ll support your theory.”

~~~Investigation starts!~~~

▌[Examine photo frame on the bookshelf]

MC: “This photo is…? Mr. Fang’s family portrait?”

(I came across a photo frame nested between countless cookbooks.)

▌[Examine boy in the photo]

MC: “Is this Mr. Fang’s son?”

Xia Yan: “During my debriefing with Xue XinRan, she never mentioned that Mr. Fang had a son.”

MC: “She’s only been in Stellis City for a month, it’s only natural that she wouldn’t know too much about Mr. Fang’s familial status. I think… the boy in the photo looks kinda familiar.”

Xia Yan: “Familiar? Is it someone that you bumped into recently?”

MC: “Not that I can recall.”

▌[Examine woman in the photo]

MC: “This must be Mrs. Fang, she’s so pretty.”

Xia Yan: “Judging by how close she’s sitting to Mr. Fang, it must be.”

MC: “Her smile is so gentle, I think she must have been a kind person. It’s a shame that…”

▌[Examine man in the photo]

MC: “Mr. Fang was quite the looker when he was younger. But now he’s in such a deplorable state… I really hope that once this case is settled, he can start fresh again.”

▌[Examine photo behind the frame]

(As I was about to remove the photo frame backing to check the date of the photo, I found a second picture stuck between the frame.)

MC: “This man is… Lu HaiYang!”

Xia Yan: “There’s a date for the photo, March of 2028. This photo was taken last year.”

MC: “Why would Lu HaiYang’s photo be kept with Mr. Fang’s family portrait?”

Xia Yan: “Judging by Mr. Fang’s age, if he had a son, his son would be older than Lu HaiYang.”

MC: “I guess this could be a point of interest when we interview Mr. Fang.”

▌[Examine photo frame on wine rack]

MC: “That’s so impressive! Mr. Fang was last year’s Stellis City fishing champion.”

Xia Yan: “He looks so bright in the photo, but his current state…”

MC: “This case will ultimately determine whether or not his restaurant can stay open. Experiencing emotional stress is to be expected, unfortunately.”

Xia Yan: “Speaking of fishing, I remembered that you really liked seafood, are you still a fan?”

MC: “Of course I am, I love it more each passing day! Seafood is low in fat, so I won’t have to watch my weight that way!”

Xia Yan: “Nothing wrong with gaining a bit of weight. In fact, I don’t think you’re eating enough.”

MC: “No thanks, I want to be able to fit into the new skirts I bought.”

▌[Examine surveillance camera]

(Xia Yan found the restaurant’s surveillance camera which was tightly tucked away in the corner of the room, close to the front door.)

Xia Yan: “It looks like the security camera lens was shattered. Lemme take it down for a closer look.”

(The camera was mounted high up. Xia Yan stood atop a chair and was barely able to reach it. The chair shook as he worked, it looked dangerous.)

MC: “I’ll steady the chair, just be careful.”

Xia Yan: “Don’t worry, I work fast.”

(Xia Yan was as dexterous as he claimed to be, and he dismounted the camera with ease. I watched anxiously. The moment he got down from the chair, I left out a sigh of relief. My neck was strained after looking up at him for so long.)

▌[Examine shattered camera lens]

MC: “The lens is broken… how did they do it when the security camera is installed so high up?”

Xia Yan: “Judging from the shatter pattern, it must have been broken by something thrown at it.”

MC: “What if the culprit noticed and broke the camera to cover his tracks?”

▌[Examine camera’s wifi signal]

Xia Yan: “The camera’s wifi adapter is broken, there’s no way for it to connect to a network.”

MC: “Even if it’s connected, it’s not much of use to us. The cloud only stores surveillance footage up to fourteen days ago. The date of the incident falls beyond this window of time.”

▌[Examine camera’s SD card]

Xia Yan: “The security camera must have been hit by something. The card ejector got stuck from the impact, so I can’t remove the SD card. Nothing I can’t fix though! We’ll be able to retrieve the footage once I fix the ejector.”

▌[Examine the restaurant’s guest book]

MC: “It’s not often that you see a traditional guest book. XinRan had mentioned that after Mr. Fang had refused Lu HaiYang’s PR service, the restaurant had started receiving a lot of bad ratings on MeiWeiKa. All I see are glowing reviews from customers in the guest book. This is proof that MeiWeiKa is running some sort of smear campaign.”

Xia Yan: “Each handwritten review is filled with sincere praise. It’s clear that Mr. Fang’s dishes are celebrated.”

MC: “This…”

(There was an advertisement sandwiched between the pages of the guest book.)

MC: “It’s a flyer advertising MeiWeiKa’s PR services.”

Xia Yan: “There’s a handwritten price discount on the flyer, and even Lu HaiYang’s business card is here. It looks like MeiWeiKa was adamant about pushing their services to Mr. Fang.”

▌[Examine computer by the front of the restaurant]

(We opened the computer connected to the cash register in order to check the restaurant’s finances.)

MC: “Restaurant’s expenditures appear ordinary; most of their monthly spending is used to purchase foodstuffs. There’s also a monthly membership cost for MeiWeiKa. There’s also records of funds allocated to support students in need.”

Xia Yan: “Even though MeiWeiKa wrote fake reviews slandering the restaurant, Mr. Fang is still one of their members?”

MC: “His monthly membership payments are constant and date back all the way to March of last year. Huh? Wait, Xia Yan. Look at this, Lu HaiYang’s name is mentioned here!”

(I was browsing through records from the last couple of years when I came across Lu HaiYang’s name. Every month, FangYuan would transfer Lu HaiYang two thousand dollars.)

MC: “Lu HaiYang was one of Mr. Fang’s past benefactors?”

(On the record, FangYuan had started sponsoring Lu HaiYang a long time ago, and his payments stopped June of last year. That should correspond with when Lu HaiYang graduated from university.)

Xia Yan: “Can you pull up Lu HaiYang’s checking account number?”

MC: “I can! The first and last four digits… corresponds with the bank card from the Insect Repellent 330 transaction.”

Xia Yan: “Ah, I believe Lu HaiYang is our prime suspect.”

~~~Investigation ends!~~~

(After a second round of investigation, we had uncovered a clearer lead on the food poisoning case.)

MC: “Now we can confirm that MeiWeiKa, more specifically, Lu HaiYang, has pitched their PR services to Mr. Fang. Unfortunately, we still cannot indict Lu HaiYang based on one measly receipt. He can play around with the timeline and claim that he wasn’t here on the day of the incident.” Xia Yan: “What if he was caught on the surveillance footage before the incident happened? Then it would be really difficult for him to claim innocence.” MC: “But the security camera is…” Xia Yan: “From a quick inspection, the camera can still be fixed. I have all the tools I need in my bag.”

MC: “As expected from my most trusted detective, detective Xia-lock[1]!”

Xia Yan: “Just watch what I can do!”

(Xia Yan pulled tool after tool out of his bag and started to repair the broken security camera. Just as he started to make headway, XinRan helped Fang Yuan down the stairs.)

Fang Yuan: “There’s no need to fix it, I was the one who broke the camera.”

(Fang Yuan… smashed his own security camera?!)

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Translator Note:

[1] 夏洛克 Xia-lock : Xia Yan’s last name, 夏 Xia, is the same character used in the Chinese translation of Sherlock (夏洛克, Xià luòkè), as in Sherlock Holmes. MC is making a (bad) pun by calling him her Sherlock (Xia-lock).

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《CREDIT》 Translator: @humi-and-co Editor: @hallowsivy 《未定事件簿》Tears of Themis is a 2020 Chinese otome game by 米哈游Mihoyo. All original credits go to 米哈游Mihoyo. 

《 VOICE ACTORS 》  Xia Yan | Jin Xian: https://weibo.com/riceranger Xue XinRan | V17-Su Wan: https://weibo.com/u/2925530143 Fang Yuan | Zhao Yang

[loverabbitss]

Long Suck

Y/N POV

I groaned and turned up my music still sitting on the side of the street. I was so wet I was dripping on my seats. I needed someone to come and lick me clean. Fuck why did I decide to think about explicit things. My mind has a mind of its own.

I turned the car fully on and started driving. I was thinking of ways to get fucked. I would go to the strip club, but most of the girls there are either to extra or to aggressive for my liking. So, I call up Smith maybe she will know where I can go.

Phone call:

Hello?

Hey Smith What's up?

Quick question

Shoot

I'm entirely to wet and horny to function. Where can I get a fuck buddy?

Have you tried North Ave?

Those girls on the corner will do it, but you have to pay.

Fuck it. How much?

Their all different prices babe I couldn't tell you Thank you boo see you tomorrow

No problem babe. See you later

End Phone Call

I got to a green light and sighed. I hope I can find someone I like because if I don't we'll I'm stuck. I might just have to fuck myself with a dildo. That's boring I want some action no I need some action. I turn the corner of North Ave and see a whole bunch of futanaris just waiting to be fucked or fuck someone.

I park a little far back and get out of my car. I hop down from my step and start walking towards them. I scan my selection and in one corner I see a bunch of bull girls. I turn the other way I want to be able to walk tomorrow at least. Those bull girls will fuck you rough and make you loose feelings in your legs. I should know one of my exes was a bull girl.

As I was walking along someone caught my eye. She was dressed in a short leather dress where you could obviously see her bulge. Big boobs and blonde hair on the sign next to her it said Bimbo Dickgirls along with her prices for her services. Well I'm not doing anal.

I walk up to her and she looks down at me smirking.

"How may I serve you?" She said getting on her knees

"First I need a name sweetie" I said dildo. That's boring I want some action no I need some action. I turn the corner of North Ave and see a whole bunch of futanaris just waiting to be fucked or fuck someone.

I park a little far back and get out of my car. I hop down from my step and start walking towards them. I scan my selection and in one corner I see a bunch of bull girls. I turn the other way I want to be able to walk tomorrow at least. Those bull girls will fuck you rough and make you loose feelings in your legs. I should know one of my exes was a bull girl.

As I was walking along someone caught my eye. She was dressed in a short leather dress where you could obviously see her bulge. Big boobs and blonde hair on the sign next to her it said Bimbo Dickgirls along with her prices for her services. Well I'm not doing anal.

I walk up to her and she looks down at me smirking.

"How may I serve you?" She said getting on her knees

"First I need a name sweetie" I said

"Chloe babe" she answered

"We can talk prices later, but you won't be doing those things besides 1 and 3" I stated

"Oh I can see. Your not a dickgirl are you?" She asked looking up at me

"No I'm not. How'd you guess?" I asked "I can see your juices. Plus your smell is intoxicating." she said

"Well I need someone to clean that up and fuck me from the back. Can you do that for me Chloe?" I asked grabbing her chin making her look up at me.

"Fuck yes" she said with gold in her eyes. I grabbed her hand pulling her to her feet.

"Let's go. Grab your stuff your not coming back until tomorrow night." I said waiting for her to grab her stuff.

We make our way to my car. I unlock the doors and we get in. However, before I can pull off she gets out and walks over to my side of the car. I looked at her confused what was she doing? She opens the door and reaching over me turning the key to cut the car off. Taking the key out and putting it in the cup holder she gets on her knees on my step.

"What are you doing?" I finally ask

"Round 1" she answered

"Round 1?" I said raising my eyebrows

"Yup now let's see what color those panties are" Chloe said She caresses my thighs and bites her lip. She begins kissing them making me sigh and lean my head against the seat.

"Your actually my first to have such thick thighs" she said sucking and biting leaving hickeys

"What about the others you've fucked?" I asked

"There was only 7 and they were all just trying it out. They all were small and skimpy. Where as you my lady are thick and sexy as hell" She said I ran my fingers through her hair and tilt her head back. Then I leant down and kissed her.

"Thanks babe" I winked

She kept kissing and creating hickeys on my thighs. Those are going to be a pain in the ass to cover up before lunch tomorrow. I jolted forward a little when I felt her teeth hit my pussy. She tugged my underwear down my knees. I felt her tongue run up and down my slit. I whimpered.

"Fuck you taste good" she moaned She dug back in wrapping her lips around my clit. I moaned throwing my head back. She moaned against me making me grip her hair.

"Like that mm right there" I moaned.

She dragged her tongue down to my entrance and shoved her tongue in. I moaned arching my back off the seat. I bit my lip to keep from being too loud. She curled her long tongue. I was close and she had only just started.

"I'm g-g-gonna c-cum fuck"I whimpered out head back. Then I leant down and kissed her.

"Thanks babe" I winked She kept kissing and creating hickeys on my thighs. Those are going to be a pain in the ass to cover up before lunch tomorrow. I jolted forward a little when I felt her teeth hit my pussy. She tugged my underwear down my knees. I felt her tongue run up and down my slit. I whimpered.

"Fuck you taste good" she moaned She dug back in wrapping her lips around my clit. I moaned throwing my head back. She moaned against me making me grip her hair.

"Like that mm right there" I moaned.

She dragged her tongue down to my entrance and shoved her tongue in. I moaned arching my back off the seat. I bit my lip to keep from being too loud. She curled her long tongue. I was close and she had only just started.

"I'm g-g-gonna c-cum fuck"I whimpered out

"Come for me baby" she said pulling away

I moaned loudly as I came. She gladly licked me clean and pulled away her lips glistening. She stared into my eyes as she slowly licked her plump pillowy lips.

"That evil tongue of yours is freaking amazing" I panted for air leaning back against the seat.

She smacked my thigh lightly grinning when I bite my lip. She lighted herself off her knees and shut the door. Walking over to the passenger side of the car she jumped in and buckled up. I collected myself and grabbed the key turning the car on starting on my way back to my apartment. I reached over and gripped her thigh.

"Rest assure that I will return the favor" I said

She smirked and nodded. We stopped at a store close to my house and I got out. She looked confused, but I ignored it and motioned for her to come on.

We walked into the store. In any other community walking a Bimbo Dickgirl would be weird and cause people to talk. However, here it's a normal for people to pick up a bimbo dickgirl and get a quick fuck.

I walk along the sweets aisle and look for whip cream or cum sauce it says. We're gonna have some fun tonight. Then I went to the line there were five people in front of me. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and I leaned against her big breast. For a bimbo dickgirl she was sure nice. Smith has told me things about them that I would never have known. Some are really aggressive like dominate you in the bed and fuck you hard.

We got up to the counter and the cashier smiled at us. Chloe put her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. She asked the cashier for something I couldn't hear because she was still kissing my neck. She reached into her boob when the cashier came back telling us the total. I still couldn't focus she was just so distracting. She swiped her card before I could protest.

I groaned.

"I was going to play." I whined pouting people to talk. However, here it's a normal for people to pick up a bimbo dickgirl and get a quick fuck.

I walk along the sweets aisle and look for whip cream or cum sauce it says. We're gonna have some fun tonight. Then I went to the line there were five people in front of me. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and I leaned against her big breast. For a bimbo dickgirl she was sure nice. Smith has told me things about them that I would never have known. Some are really aggressive like dominate you in the bed and fuck you hard.

We got up to the counter and the cashier smiled at us. Chloe put her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. She asked the cashier for something I couldn't hear because she was still kissing my neck. She reached into her boob when the cashier came back telling us the total. I still couldn't focus she was just so distracting. She swiped her card before I could protest.

I groaned.

"I was going to play." I whined pouting

"Payback for giving me my first course meal. Might I add that it was delicious." Chloe said

I blushed and hid my head in her chest the highest place I could reach. Yup tonight I'm going to be covered in hickeys. We walked out the cashier and hop back in the car. We pulled up to my apartment and I waited for her to grab her stuff.

We took the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hall to my apartment. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen her hot on my tail. I hopped onto the counter and she pulled the items out of them bag.

Before I could see what she brought she stood between my legs turning my head towards her. She leaned in and I wrapped my arms around her neck pulling her closer kissing her.

I moaned as she slid her long tongue into my mouth exploring it. She began caressing my thighs. We pulled away and I dragged her bottom lip. She reached over and showed me what she bought. Handcuffs.

"You want me to use these on you?" I said smirking

"No I'm going to use them on you when you ride my dick and spank you" she said

I felt a rush of pleasure down to my wet pussy. I pushed her back a bit and jumped down grabbing her bulge through her dress. She moaned gripping my ass. I dropped to my knees sliding her dress up her thighs and grabbed her through her panties. I pulled her cock out and it hit my cheek. I gripped the base and started stroking her. She groaned and I wrapped my mouth around the tip sucking. I could see her gripping the counter.

I deep throated her and her knuckles turned white. I smiled as much as I could. I grabbed her balls and teased them. She moaned louder. I pulled her out of my throat and kitty licked her tip.

"You like it?" I teased

"M-mm y-yea fuck keep going" she said

I put her back down my throat and licked her balls. It was unexpectedly when she came, but I was ready swallowing her large load. She gripped my head until she finished. I pulled away licking my lip moaning at her taste. I got up and grabbed her hand picking up the whip cream walking towards my room.

I threw her on the bed taking the cuffs from her and straddling her waist. We pulled each other's clothes off and she grabbed the cuffs handcuffing me to the posts. I felt something wet on my ass and looked back to see the whip cream on my ass cheeks. I bit my lip and felt her tongue lick the whip cream off my right cheek first and then my left cheek.

Suddenly I felt a sting and heard a slap. I arched forward and moaned.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard. Your going to be screaming my name all night." She said

"I don't know about that what's your name?" I asked teasingly.

Wrong move she smacked my ass hard. I moaned loudly shaking and rattling the head board.

"You know my name babygirl don't act smart" she said hands roaming my back

"Daddy?" I asked

"That's right babygirl." She answered.

She moved behind me and I felt her hard cock on my ass. I pushed back hearing her groan and she smacked my ass. She bended me down more and rammed her cock into my wet, tight hole. I arched my back and moaned. She reached in front of me and grabbed my boobs squeezing them. Then she pinched my nipples. She pounding into me like crazy and I was a moaning mess.

"Is this what you wanted?" She said I moaned in response.

"You just needed someone to pound. that. pussy" She said thrusting hard after every word

I moaned loud. Fuck my neighbors I am getting fucked right. She pulled out and I whimpered missing her feeling me up. Then she rammed back in going faster. Fuck she was good. Soon she started spazzing her thrusts. My pussy clenched around her dick.

"Shit baby your pussy is gripping my dick" she moaned smacking my boobs

I moaned and fucked back. She hit hard with a few more thrust before she pressed against my back and stilled herself cumming in me. Thank goodness for pills. She uncuffed me and watched me slump over. She laid on her back cock becoming harder by the second.

"Fuck what type of shit are you are. Your lucky I like bitches with strong stamina." I panted.

I crawled over her lap with my back turned to her and sank onto her cock moaning at the returning warm feeling. She ran her hands over my back and to my ass gripping my cheeks shaking them to see them jiggle. I slowly started bouncing up and down. I bite my lip squeezing my own boobs riding her.

"Hell yea ride my this big fat cock baby" she said watching her cock disappear into my pussy.

I moaned throwing my head back. She growled and planted her feet flat on the bed bending her knees. She started fucking me like crazy. Animalistic sounds were heard from her. I leaned back with my hands on the bed letting her fuck me.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm going to cum you keep going that fast and strong" I moaned.

She gripped my hair.

"Hold it" she moaned.

"I can't Daddy" I whimpered feeling my orgasm coming.

"I. Said. Fucking. Hold. It." She growled.

I screamed trying to hold my cum. Her thrust got sloppy.

"Oh cum with me baby. Let go." She moaned.

I clenched her not letting her cock go and screamed.

"Daddy fuck"

She came and shot her load in me again.I slumped over and put my arms down to hold me up. I felt her rubbing my back and she shifted to the side and I whimpered still sensitive from getting my pussy pounded. I slid off her cock and laid down next to her.

"Your amazing" I said brushing her hair out of her face.

"No your amazing. No one has ever been able to last that long with me." She smiled and I smiled back. I hummed. I cuddled up to her and we drifted to sleep. Her hand was holding my ass my head on her chest.

This wasn't going to be the last she was going to be in my bed.