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[adamalade]

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[buttercandy16]

In-laws

PAIRING: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal

SUMMARY: In-laws are the worst and you found out the hard way.

WARNING(s): Dark themes, Non-con, and a whole lot of SMUT!

A/N: Dark themes ahead. If you find these things disturbing I strongly advice that you skip this post. Thank you!

Y/N POV 

The night's cold breeze is crisp on my face as I stand outside the balcony thinking about how perfect my wedding tomorrow will be. 

Nicky and I have been together since my parents started working for his parents. At first, I was reluctant to engage in a romantic relationship with him since in the eyes of society we were unfit for each other, but he was persistent and in the end, I let love win. I was even more thankful that his parents accepted me and my family with open arms despite our lowly status in life. 

After years of being together, we are finally making it official tomorrow as husband and wife. 

I just finished celebrating my bachelorette party earlier which was neatly organized by one of my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Agatha. While Nicky is having his bachelor's party with his set of friends. 

Everything will be perfect, for sure nothing will go wrong. 

"Excited?" I was pulled out from my thoughts when Agatha appeared by my side with a bottle of wine in hand. 

For the record, I'm currently staying at Nicky's house. Both of his mothers insisted that I stay here before the wedding and I agreed.

"Yeah, I'm so excited to get married to Nicky!" I exclaimed excitedly. 

Agatha gave me a chuckle before waving the wine bottle in front of my face. 

"Good, then we better celebrate with this." 

"Ummm... I don't want to be rude, but I'll have to decline. I don't drink alcohol, remember?"

Agatha rolled her eyes at me before she leaned in closer to my ear. 

"Oh come on, sweetheart. That was different, this one we get to enjoy all to ourselves, and I think it's about time you try right? And it's not like we're gonna get wasted, you'll be fine tomorrow. I swear." 

I suppose... 

"O--okay then, but I'll only drink one glass.”

"One glass is enough" Agatha smiled at me mischievously before slightly pushing me inside the room. 

I was a bit nervous about how she was acting, she seemed pushy. But I was fast to dismiss that thought as she filled our glasses with wine. 

She gave me mine before sitting next to me on the sofa, only an arm's length away from each other. 

"Go on" she urged playfully... 

I swirled the wine in my glass slightly before carefully putting it to my lips and tentatively sipping the liquid. I found it delicious and very cooling.

“This is delicious!" 

"Yes, simple but very soothing. Finest wine you can ever have. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect." 

I eagerly did as I was told, and Agatha seemed satisfied with this. Soon I was holding an empty glass. I had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem is that I found that I was still thirsty. 

"Could I have another, please?" I asked, her eyes glinted with something dark from my request. 

"I think that can be arranged." 

Agatha was careful to replenish my glass whenever it emptied as we talked and talked into the night. 

It was quite odd, no matter how much I drink I still feel thirsty. 

I wondered if it was starting to affect me. I noticed that the room was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body becoming uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flush. My heart was beating very fast and I was practically panting, my breath had gotten so fast. I was starting to sweat inside my clothes, too. My clothes were becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. It was supposed to be a chilly evening. But now, I desire nothing more than to get out of my clothes, then I would feel so much better. 

"Have you and Nicholas done it yet?" Her question almost made me choke on my drink, her eyes never leaving mine. 

Am I hearing this right? Does she mean th--- 

She slowly traced the rim of her wineglass while looking at me curiously, "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Did you have sex yet?" 

Her question slightly took me aback but answered, nonetheless. 

"N--no, we haven't. I'm still pure" 

The moment I said pure, a shadow seems to pass on her features as the corner of her lips slightly lifted sinisterly, barely noticeable in the dark. 

But I saw it... 

She snickered under her breath as she slightly swirled the wine in her glass. 

That's when I realized that she's never touched it. Not even a single drop. 

She followed my gaze to her wine glass before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly. 

She knows that I've noticed. 

I was starting to feel uncomfortable from this so I decided that it was time to retire for the night. But when I stood up, I was immediately met by sudden dizziness making me sit back on the couch ungracefully. 

It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave this room. I swayed for just a moment before Agatha caught me. There was nothing I could do now, and as I slowly slumped sideways, she gently tugged on my shoulder, causing me to lie flat, with my head on her lap. Now all I could see was my fiance's mother smiling down at me… and the world went black. 

_=_=_ 

How long I was out, I’m not sure. I opened my eyes, and it took them a moment to adjust to the light.

Something was wrong. 

My arms could not move, despite my best efforts, and the air felt rather cold on my skin. And when my eyes adjusted, I immediately saw why. My wrists had been secured firmly in two straps, on either side of my head. And the cool air on my skin was because I'm completely naked! 

I tried to scream my lungs out, to shout for help, to do anything that might get me out of this situation. But the only thing that came out was a muffled sound. That has something to do with the gag placed over my mouth. But it did draw some attention to me because a figure suddenly appeared over my vulnerable form, and when it spoke, I heard the unmistakable voice of my fiance's mother. 

"So, you're finally awake" 

"I think before you try going off on one, I should probably introduce you to a bit of "context," I think you'd call it." She reached for the table next to her and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV that was positioned just above the bed I was strapped to. "Let's just say you might want to forget about struggling when I show you this video." 

My confusion made me forget my anger, for a moment. But as the film started, and what I was watching became clear to me, my anger was replaced by shock and horror. 

It was a video of me and my co-worker Tony, sitting in my office, and him kissing me. It had been a professional meet-up, he was showing me some files that we needed to sort out before the big presentation when out of the blue he just kissed me. I froze out of shock while his lips continued to press against mine but when I finally snapped out of it I immediately pushed him off me and gave him an ear-deafening slap on the face. But that wasn't shown in the film. It was just the kiss, making it look like I did it deliberately. I remembered him looking at me in pity like he was sorry for what he did. I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Nicky. And now my soon-to-be mother-in-law possesses proof of it.

But how? Why was there a video? Based on the angle I know it was filmed from a hidden camera. Was it done intentionally? For what reason?! Was she behind it? 

If someone got hold of it, I wouldn't just get fired from fraternizing with a colleague. I would probably lose Nicky as well. 

And that scared me shitless... 

Agatha pressed another button, and the video switched off. She looked at my face, now starting to become tear-stained and the fear now plain for everyone to see. She smiled. 

"I think that expression is a good one for you," she remarked. "It makes you look so sweet and innocent." 

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn't. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava. 

"Now that no one is going to disturb us, how about we get some fun done?" 

Agatha then began to touch me, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "Aww… such a nice body, pet! I can't help myself but touch myself thinking about you every day. And now, I can't help myself anymore." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg. 

"What should I do first with your body?" She ran her finger on my smooth skin, before taking the gag off my mouth. 

I gritted my teeth from both anger and sadness. "Why are you doing this?" 

"Didn't I already tell you? I want your body to be mine! We are going to have so much fun, pet. And if you disobey me, I think you already know what will happen right? Not to mention, I can get  both of your parents fired, tsk... that would be unfortunate" 

A single tear ran on my cheek and Agatha kissed it, licking the drop. I know that I have no other choice but to let things happen. I have so much to lose if she doesn't get what she wants. 

She moved around and brought our lips together in a violent kiss, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to earn a gasp, allowing her to move her tongue past the barrier. 

The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch it could. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events made me horny. It was the cold that made my body like that. 

The kiss ended after a while, me being out of air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her shirt, skirt, and underwear away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Eat up!" She said in a commanding voice, but I hesitated. The woman gritted her teeth in anger and grabbed my hair. "I ordered you to eat up!" She forced my mouth to get in contact with her entrance. 

Out of reflex, I attempted to close my mouth, but then felt a pair of forces crushing my head from both sides as her legs pressed me. The pain was enough to make me gasp. She took the opportunity to tighten her grip on my hair and pressed me harder. 

"That's more like it!" She started to move her body up and down, making my juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours to work baby" She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order. 

I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I can't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth. 

Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Agatha’s right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet.

I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good. The pleasure coursing through my veins like a blast of adrenaline... 

She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my second orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release. 

She looked down on me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her. 

Agatha kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me to reach something on the nightstand. When I saw what it was, my eyes grew wide as saucers... 

Oh no... please no more 

"P--please... I can't. It's too much" 

I struggled with my bonds as I tried to pull myself away from her. 

"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give mommy one more baby. I just need to taste you." 

She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force. 

She reached between my legs and pushed something. The buzzing vibrator held against my clit sped up a notch, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, oh—" 

Agatha cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, our foreheads practically touching on the pillow. 

I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips. 

"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..." 

And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue. 

I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owie—, please don't—" 

I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good. 

She smiled at me. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, pet,” she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. “Look at this tiny clit. So fucking cute, and all mine…” 

She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth. 

I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Agatha’s eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the third time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out. 

_=_=_ 

A groan left my lips when I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore body. 

Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was no longer chained to the bed and I was all alone in the room. 

Seeing this as an opportunity to get the hell outta here I immediately grabbed my clothes that were placed on the vanity chair before frantically dressing. 

No longer caring if I was dressed right I immediately ran towards the door but stopped when it suddenly opened, revealing my fiance’s other mother, Rio Vidal dressed in her expensive suit. 

"Ri-rio..." 

"Sweethear, what are you doing here?" Rio asked as she curiously surveyed my disheveled form. 

"Rio, you have to help me, please" I pleaded as I went closer to her. 

"Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she gently held my arm. 

"It's A–agatha, she---" 

"Hello, my love! You're home early," My words were cut off as Agatha appeared from the bathroom only covered by a plush purple robe. "It seems you caught our little bunny trying to hop away." She smiled devilishly... 

Wha-what? 

"Which is quite fortunate, I wouldn't want to miss out" Rio chuckled darkly. "But I'm very disappointed that you started without me, my love." 

"Well, you were late. It's been so long since I wanted a taste of her. I lost all self-control the moment I had her in my grasp. But don't worry, I saved the best for you." 

My eyes widened in realization and I felt my whole body shiver in fear as I heard the door's lock click. Locking me inside with two predators hungry for my young flesh... 

Nonononono... this isn't happening... 

Tears started to fall from my eyes as Agatha walked over to me, and Rio’s hand settled over my shoulders in a tight and almost painful hold. 

Agatha looked down on me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes. 

It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it. 

"Do you know the real reason why we let our son be with someone as lowly as you? It's because the moment we saw you, we knew that we needed to have you. Our perfect little toy." My heart ached from her words. So after all this time, I was nothing but a fool. 

"So here's what will happen from now on, you will get married to my son tomorrow and officially become part of our family. You will be a good wife to him and grant him the children he desires. But behind closed doors, you will become our pretty little pet and cater to our needs. Do you understand?" I nodded weakly.

"But the most important thing is... Nicky must never know about this little arrangement of ours. This secret will stay with you until you reach your grave, or else... I'm pretty sure you are aware of the power that we hold Y/N, if you go against us, we will destroy you and your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was. 

"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth. 

Agatha's eyes moved from behind me as Rio pressed her lips to my ear as she whispered... 

"If you behave like a good little girl for us, we will reward you with anything you desire, aside from your freedom of course." 

"Since that's all settled then, I think it's time for the main event" 

"Wh-what would that be?" I fearfully asked. 

Agatha smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine. 

"We're going to take your virginity baby"

_=_=_

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[fraugwinska]

Could you do a backstory to Hard Day? Like, how Al decided to give up control, and the first time it happened 🥺🙏

Ummm... well, I may have gotten myself a bit lost in this one :D Idk, It's gotten quite out of hand, 2,5 k words... but...um yeah :D Praying you like it :> Attention - we cook with Chili, not salt today! (MDNI)

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The hardest Day

„That's so unrealistic! I mean, in what world would a lion eat bugs instead of the fucking fat juicy PIG?!“

„It's a kids movie, asshole, shut up!“

The gang was sprawled out in front of the TV, blankets and popcorn everywhere. Charlie got her hands on a rare copy of 'The Lion King', and invited everyone to a 'nice, unproblematic, quiet' movie night. She didn't account for Angel's constant commentary, Husk's annoyed retorts to him or Niffty's gleeful giggling at the most unfitting scenes. Vaggie, frustrated by them, started adding to the chaos, sending scolding remarks in intervals at either of them, while Charlie tried to mediate in between songs – which she always sang along with.

You, however, were highly entertained – even though you didn't catch anything from the movie, just watching them was amusing enough. The only one missing was Alastor, who had 'business to attend' and was gone since breakfast ended.

He would've hated it anyway, you knew he had no interest in movies, let alone modern ones, and group activities like these were often straining on his patience. Although getting in the hotel last, you were the one who grew the closest to him. Why? You couldn't say definitively. Maybe it was because you never took his veiled jabs by heart. Maybe because you didn't treat him the way the others wanted you to – with care, with ignorance, with suspicion; but instead with respect, an open mind and without judgment. Maybe it was because you could challenge him – discussions about books you both read could last hours, with points given to either side equally – no winner, no loser, both richer.

You liked Alastor. Really liked him. You also had a silly, little crush on him, for a while now, but you kept that to yourself, nothing going further than a few flirtatious moments 'in good fun', calling each other 'doe' and 'buck' with a laugh. A joke between friends. Friendship, you decided, was enough for you, if it was for him.

The entrance doors slammed suddenly, making you all jump in your seats. Alastor stood at the door, looking... different. Stressed? You cocked a brow when you saw his eye twitch, while he sauntered over to the group.

„Al, do you want to join us? We're watching a movie!“, Charlie said absent-mindedly, her eyes glued to the scene of 'Can you feel the love tonight'.

Alastor gave the TV set a judgmental smile and waved his hand. „Tempting, but it has been a rather hard day, I'll just take a drink and retreat to my room, dear.“ He left the group and went to the bar, your pair of eyes the only one following him. Something was NOT right. His smile was tight, his eyes wider than usual, his movements almost jagged instead of fluid. Niffty had jumped to the bar too, insisting on helping Alastor by retrieving a glass for his whiskey from one the higher shelves. In her eagerness to climb and get it, she didn't watch her steps careful enough, resulting in a few delicate wine glasses sliding from the shelfves and breaking into a hundred tiny pieces. Alastor's reaction was as unexpected as it was worrying – he always had a soft spot for Niffty, laughing over her antics and chaotic energy, often encouraging her even to produce more mayhem. This time, however, he started to scold the maid, who blinked at him with a big, guilty eye and trembling lips.

„Such indignation, really Niffty. Clean the shards at once, and try not to remain to be such a clumsy clot.“, he almost hissed, grabbing the bottle and a simple crystal glass before striding away hastily. Your eyes followed his figure until he turned the corner to the staircase, then you got up and comforted the little demon, helping her sweeping up the glass pieces while she sniffeled tears away.

You let your gaze swipe over the group, completely ignorant about what happened with Niffty, and Alastor. Ignorant of the blatantly obvious bad mood of the deer demon.

Turning to Charlie, you whispered to her that you had a headache and would be going to bed, to which she just nodded. No one acknowledged your leave, all eyes on the screen and still bickering noisily. A bunch of friends, you are, you thought annoyed with a shaking head.

Three flights of stairs later, you reached Alastor's room. You pressed your ear to the door, and heard dull bangs, like something was thrown, and a muffled voice. You knocked, and the room instantly stilled.

„Alastor, it's me.“, you said loudly, brows furrowed. „Are you okay?“

A few seconds of silence. „I'm just fine and dandy my dear.“

You put one hand on the door. He normally would open it, to speak with you directly, face uncomfortably close to face, just the way he liked it. But it stayed close.

„You didn't look fine.“, you stated. You were ever so stubborn.

„Well, I am fine. Now shoo, darling, good night.“

You stood in front of the wooden divider, contemplating. You could just go. Leave him be, wait until tomorrow. See if he would talk to you then. But then, there was your gut. And it told you Alastor wasn't well. And that just didn't sit right with you.

„Alastor. Please, let me in.“

No response, just hint of the prickling feeling of static electricity on your skin.

„I know something is bothering you, and I'm worried.“

No response. You breathe in and out.

„I'm not going anywhere until you open the...“

The door flew open, a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you into the room, violently. You stumbled and fell against a bookshelf, catching the fall with your hands to keep you upright. You heard a slam and a click – door closed, door locked. The static was everywhere now, flushing in waves over your body. You turned around -

Alastor was pacing like a wounded animal, he seemed fluffed up, as if every hair on his body had decided to stand up. His scleras were dark pits, blackest black, and in it his irises burned angrily in crimson flames, now focusing solely on you. The prey.

„So you came to test my patience too, dear?“, he snarled, his voice so distorted it ached in your ears. „It's not enough that that waste of cables destroyed two of my radio towers. Not enough that dozens of my most profitable souls have been rendered useless by an angelic bomb. Not enough that I not only had to put the disgraceful flat screened wretch back in his place, but also his vulgar boy toy and their brazen, attention-seeking brat.“

He grew in size as he ranted, you watched him reaching the ceiling, antlers scraping along the walls. „I manage my weakening territories, manage these imbeciles who think they can play overlords, I manage this sad excuse of a hotel, I manage the princess's unattainable ideas, and now, I also need to manage you, too, of all people? What a disappointm...“

„Stop.“

You held up a hand. Alastor growled, fluffing up even more, limbs cracking and static popping. „How dare y...“

„Stop.“, you said again. Your tone was calm, void of anger, or fear, neutral and steady. He stared at you, and you held his gaze. „Breathe, Alastor.“

You saw him fighting with himself. He fought against his instinct to oppose, to command, to put you into your place, to rip you apart. His elongated claws scraped over the floor, ripping deep ridges in the wood.

„Breathe.“, you repeated, firmer this time.

Slowly, gradually, Alastor shrunk. Breathed. Crumbled. Until he was back to his usual size and form, only with an exhausted expression.

You studied him – you've never seen him like that. He never allowed anyone to see him as something other than 'the radio demon': Powerful, unshakeable, quick on his feet and always one step ahead. How exhausting it must be. To always have the control also meant to always carry responsibility, to always fear impending failure.

Your heart whispered to you, and you followed it's advice. It could be the most stupid thing you could do, but you decided to do it anyway.

„Come here, Alastor.“

He looked at you, unsure, suspicious. You sounded commanding, but not harsh. Inviting. Like a hand, reached out to someone trapped. For a moment, you almost thought you ruined everything – his eyes left yours, they fell to the ground as he shifted on his feet.

But then – steps. Coming closer. Stopping right in front of you. And suddenly..

His head on your shoulder. His breath on your neck. His voice in your ear.

„Sometimes I'm so sick of it all. Sick of maneuvering, sick of ruling, governing, planning...“

You touched his neck, he let you, caressing the soft skin, heated from his outburst, trembling slightly at the contact. It was intimate, baring this vulnerable part to you. You heart broke for him.

He pulled himself away from you, searching for your eyes. Finding them again, he took your hand, bringing it up to his face, guiding your fingers over his lips. He just said one word.

„Please.“

So much was said with this please. You heard every message. Giving up control, just for a bit, just with something he didn't care enough about to insist on ruling, could be a small bit of freedom. Letting himself be guided instead of leading.

“Kneel down, Alastor.”

His ears pressed flat against his head, but he did as he was told. He couldn't look you in the eyes. For once, you were the one towering over him. You took his face in your hands, pulling it so he looked up to you, seeing your warm smile before your lips met his.

His breath hitched, stuck somewhere in his throat.

You slid one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, the other caressing his cheek as you tilted your head and deepened the kiss. Slowly, the rigidity melted away, he started to shift, lips no longer stiff but soft and molding against your own.

He tried to stand up, but you pushed him down, gently, definitively.

“Trust me to guide you, buck.”

He breathed, one, two, three times, eyes closed, grin tight.

“Yes, doe.”

Your own excitement took a back seat. You were filled with pure energy at the thought of crossing the line with him, having Alastor in a way you only dreamed about, convinced your relationship would never come this far. But. But this was not about you, for now. Maybe, another time. If another time ever came.

You lowered yourself on him, straddling him, so you were still 'taller', and rejoined your lips. You took his hands and set them on your hips, let them rest there while you buried yours in his hair, tugging lightly to bend his head back. His initial resistance lessened, and he gave in, exposing his throat, gray skin peeking out of his high collar. You let your mouth travel to his jawline, down to the small patch of delicate, thin skin, right next to his jugular. You felt him tense, felt his rising urge to protect himself from your potential strike. You let out a soft hum as you started to lick it, sucking gently, just a bit, just to make him shiver at the sensation. And how he did.

A moan, low and sweet like the strumming of a cello, escaped him, his hands crushing your hips by the force of his grip. It hurt, but you decided to ignore it. Little steps.

“Can you take more, good boy?”

His eyes snapped open, burning furiously. You met them with calmness, with a soft matter-of-fact-ness. Not smug, not mocking. A question. Proceed or Stop?

Alastor swallowed hot saliva. You could see he was getting overwhelmed, overstimulated, and yet, he had such a longing in his eyes, such desperation.

“Yes.”

One simple word. One spark, setting your body on fire. You tried to force your trembling fingers to steady, lifting yourself slightly off him to open his trousers. With every button, his breaths grew heavier, his grip on your legs grew tighter, claws already digging in your skin and drawing blood.

“Careful, buck. I'll need these in a moment.”, you said, placing both hands on his chest, pushing him flat on his back on the ground. He let you go, arms falling useless next to him.

You leaned forward, thanking any deity that would listen you decided to wear a skirt today, and placed a hand on his growing bulge. He hissed at the touch, cracking the floor as his fingers clawed into the wood of the floor instead your fleshy legs.

Freed from it's cage, Alastor's dick was already dripping with beads of precum, a sight to behold. You wrapped your fingers around it, feeling the warmth and bloodflow, it twitched in your hand. You stroke him, eliciting the most sinful noises from the demon under you.

You took a deep breath. One more, one question more, to make sure that he wanted it.

“Look at me, Alastor.”

He sat up on his elbows, looking more helpless than you've ever imagined he could. Even his smile wavered, threatening to break. You were looking for any signs of hesitation, disgust, resistance, regret. You only found desire. A want, a need, almost pleading eyes.

Your free hand pushed your panty away, enough to expose your lips, and you lowered yourself onto him, his length slowly entering you. He was big, you were tight. A bittersweet combination. Sparks flew before your eyes as he stretched you, but you were hypnotized by his eyes.

They were blown wide, returned to black, but the irises now flickering into dials, turning, left to right as he groaned. You moved, guiding your hips up and down, feeling yourself molding to his shape in the most delectable way, and getting drunk off the look on his face.

You increased the pace on which you pushed yourself on him, adding a little tilt of your hips to take him even deeper. His voice was reduced to a static-y mess, hums and groans and moans bleeding into each other. You placed both of your hands on his chest for more support, inevitably pinning him down. His hands flew to yours, threatening to push them off him, but instead, he entwined his fingers with yours, panting heavily.

It didn't take long for him to feel the pressure, unbearable and urgent, his release approaching at godspeed.

“Doe, I can't...”

Panic in his tone. He tried to put his hands on your waist to pull you off. You understood immediately – an upbringing in conservative times, decades of living by the rules of a gentleman, he was resisting against the thought of cumming inside you. You pushed his hands away.

“Yes, you can.”, you stated, smiling at him, a hint of wickedness in your eyes. “And you will.”

Your skilled movements and dedicated demeanor sent him over the edge immediately. Protests were futile as he came in you forcefully, you felt his cock pumping his seed deep into you, hot and thick as you rocked him through his orgasm. Your own high wasn't worth chasing, too far away to matter. You didn't even think about it – nothing could feel better than this.

Alastor ran his hands over his forehead, sweeping away beads of sweat as his breath calmed down.

His hand shot out to grab you, and, still impaled by him, he pulled you into his chest, invading your mouth with his tongue to kiss you possessively. As if to transfer the command, the control he had given up, back to him. Taking it from you.

For a moment you were scared. The positions had reset to their default. Would that mean he'd push you off? Say goodnight and never talk about this night again? Returning to the Status Quo. Friends, the end.

Alastor pulled your chin up to look at you. His thumb ran over your cheek, tenderly and full of care. His eyes answered every question in your mind. You weren't scared anymore.

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown Centennial Celebration

Book 3: Dance of the Hours

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Chapter 5: A Fleeting Dream

Vern tilts his head as he sniffles. The freezing rain starts to steadily fall. A few stray strands of hair start sticking to his face. Blinking to clear the tears in his eyes, he stares at Steel with a hesitant smile.

"A-are you umm... really here?" he tries to wipe some tears away.

Steel leans back on his hand, "yeah, uh.. my UM lets me go into other people's dreams."

"You can..." he can't help but lightly laugh even as dizziness sets in.

Smiling softly, Steel seems to relax a little. It briefly vanishes as Vern sways, "careful, and yeah? You okay? Aside from the obvious."

The sprite shakes his head. Hesitating for a few moments, he abruptly throws his arms him. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," Steel almost loses balance but manages to hold both their weights. After a moment, he tentatively returns the hug. The trees and scenery begin to drip like watercolors. His voice gets a little softer, "we can talk when you wake up, if you want. I don't always remember these dreams."

"I umm... would like that," Vern's grip on him tightens, "it's okay if you umm... forget. I'll try and um... remember for both of us."

"Re- uh.. thanks."

The small orb of light slips out of Steel's pocket. It gives a small shake as it floats in front of his face.

"Eh? Uh, thanks for helping earlier."

Vern shifts to see who he's talking to. His eyes widen as the little ball of light does a happy loop.

"What... umm.. who is this..?"

Steel shrugs, "it brought me to you."

The sprite absently reaches for it. Shrinking back for a moment, the orb seems to hesitate.

"It's okay..." he murmurs soothingly.

A few moments pass before the orb floats back. It slowly moves closer to nestle itself into his hand. Vern's breath catches. Bringing the light close to him, a tightness grips his chest. Tears sting his eyes, again. It feels as though sand is clogging his throat. "You... you're here?"

The orb wiggles before slipping away from his grip.

"W-wait," he tries to catch it. Zipping away, it seems to laugh. Vern watches it weave through the paint drips before vanishing. A sad smile crosses his features.

Their surroundings are getting fuzzier. The sprite tries wiping fresh tears away before turning back to Steel. "It's ummm... I'm waking up.. right?"

"Yeah.. I'll see you soon."

Chapter 6: To Feel What's Real

The faint scent of dusty herbs fills his senses. A warmth envelopes his entire body. It was as if he was back to being a small child again. Opening his eyes feels like prying a rusted door off its hinges.

He squints through the steam. Fuzzy silhouettes gradually come into focus as he slowly blinks. Registering Archie's familiar form supporting him, he slowly looks around. He notes Shirley pausing her spell with watery eyes.

Granting her a reassuring smile, she tentatively steps into the water. A slight splash catches his attention. Moving his body feels like attempting to push a mountain. The tension in his stone like muscles stiffly eases.

Steel shifts away from Castor. He slicks his hair back and out of his eyes while muttering his gratitude.

Songs:

Tell Me by Milet

Mercy Mirror by Within Temptation

@nrcbookclub @castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain This is the interactive part

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Notes on Nowhere Boy

Finally posting the long version of the close-watch I did for @sleeper9's Fete zine. The bad thing about me is I hate spending money and love pirating shitty quality versions of movies. The good thing about the Beatles fandom is we're used to dealing with grainy pics. Anyways, here goes!

The opening ten seconds really do set the tone for the film, and here's why. It's the opening of A Hard Day’s Night where the boys are running from a hoard of screaming fans and George biffs it. John sees him go down, laughs, and keeps running. Only here, it's just John. George’s fall has been erased, making John into a cocky, if slightly insane, little lone hero. 

Mimi: do I ignore you? No. So please don't ignore me. Me: ummm, yeah you do ignore him, Mimi. Enough to leave deep psychological scars. But it's fine. Moving on.

Ugh, Uncle George is so sweet! I wonder how much of John's sweetness he learned from him. I wish we knew more about him.

Actually that was Jim that set up a cord running into Paul's room from the radio downstairs. But it fits Uncle George's character, so it works. 

Why did they make Mendips look a lot more working class than it actually was? No fancy iron fence, no pretty hexagonal outcropping, no stained glass veranda? 

Aaron Taylor Johnson is nailing it though. The laugh sounds very John, and this posture? Perfect. 

Okay but if that doesn't heartbreakingly encapsulate John and Mimi I don't know what does. Uncle George has just died. John goes to Mimi, wraps her from behind in a tight embrace and lets out a sob. Her response is to push him away. “Please, let's not be silly. If you want to do that, go to your room.” Alright, it's making me feel things, it's winning me over. 

John making his cousin Stan go and ask Mimi where Julia is is also extremely accurate. Always had someone to do the dirty work for them, all of them. 

Mimi's concern as John's going to visit his mother in the “bad” part of town is very good to have in too. “And you will be careful, hmm? Careful who you talk to.” And John's response, “it's only Blackpool, Mimi.” It's true. It could've been Speke, or the Dingle. Which Quarryman did I read saying Mimi didn't like John even leaving Woolton?

John's hurt little face when he finds out his mum, all this time, has been less than a bus ride away is a very clever way to show us his painful confusion about the whole situation. 

Trying to remind myself that this is a very anti-Julia pro-Mimi movie that will try to make me think she's crazy. But it sure is doing a hell of a good job. She hasn't seen him in years and suddenly she's hand feeding him desserts, kissing him every chance she's got, flirting all over the place. “Do you know what it means? Rock and Roll? Sex.” “Don't tell Mimi, alright? This is our little secret. Promise me.” And to a poor affection-starved boy, that's going to feel good. That's going to put thoughts in his head like “this is how it should be”. I mean I know she was wild and fun and sexy and irresponsible. And I know John did have weird thoughts about her. But I hope she wasn't actually this crazy. 

But the weird Freudian thing aside, he's got to be so terribly confused hearing the woman who effectively abandoned him declaring her love for him. Between Mimi and Julia, John would've had such a messed up idea of what that word meant. 

The Daily Howl, my absolute beloved!!

Nowhere Boy John watching Elvis: damn I've gotta get the girls screaming for me like that! Actual John watching Elvis: he's so beautiful! He's perfect! I'm in love!

Also I do not think sixteen year old John was that good at fingering. Just saying. 

This part always drops my heart cold into my stomach. Poor John. Poor poor baby. You can hear his little boy voice calling, “mum? It's me.” And she mutters, very annoyed, “go away.” Again. I have to remind myself that this is a purposely negative portrait of Julia. But then. It is true that she was a mostly absent and wholly undependable figure in John's life. 

Sometimes dialogue is absolutely perfect. Like this – “Aw, why couldn't God make me Elvis Presley?” “Cause he was saving you for John Lennon.” “Aw I'll get you back for that, God!” And this – “you haven't told Mimi, have you?” “No point going through her bullocks if I don't have to.” “Why? She has to go through yours.” “Yeah well I never asked her to, did I?”

Ugh this whole movie just hurts so bad! How he looks to Julia as Mimi is ordering him out of her house, just begging her to claim him this time. And she doesn't until he makes a stand for himself. And then, later. “How long can I stay?” Is met with nothing. Not even a fake “long as you want, love.” It really plays into the title of the film. This boy's got nowhere to call home. And then, the final straw. Look at his face as he hears Julia agree that he does in fact need to go back to Mimi's. If I did that kind of thing, I'd actually be crying right now. Fuck, why was I knit-picking, this movie is working so well. 

 As he's announcing he's leaving Julia's, John wants her to tell him to stay. To at least pretend it's not what she wants. And she doesn't even look at him. Imagine if they did something like this in the John biopic mirrored with a scene with Paul in the breakup?

He's just so adorable looking at that guitar like he can't believe it's real.

John's gathered the og Quarrymen in the bathroom and Pete goes “I take it we're not here for a communal crap.” Idk Pete, wouldn't put it past him. It's not far off what you all do already.

It's making the Quarrymen look kinda cool here, and I really want them all to be shit except John, just because that's what I get from Paul's description. Not that he's biased or anything. He could've been watching John play with Elton John and David Bowie and he'd still say everyone faded into the background. 

Also Mimi would Not have been there. Not on her life. 

Okay now we're sort of seeing them from Paul's perspective. Bunch of losers surrounding this inimitable shining star. 

Accurate that the first thing John says to Paul is about jerking off. 

The dynamic in general is just so well-done in this first scene. John instantly testing Paul. How much shit will he put up with? And Paul instantly having none of it, showing off, and winning John over. 

All the other Quarrymen just know it's time to dust off the ole resume. 

But! Paul's fete “audition” is so toned down for this film. Although of course, accounts vary. He did 20 flight rock, yeah. But he also did it on someone's borrowed right hand guitar turned upside down. And he did little Richard and played the piano, and tuned John's guitar for him. In one telling of it, John says he asked him to be in the group right there on the spot. So. Yeah. 

But either way, watching John watch Paul is just gorgeously gay. It's giving extreme “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” It's actually illegal not to queerbate using Lennon/McCartney and I'm glad all moviemakers seem to understand the law.

Cut to “John, your little friend's here!” Can you imagine if they'd showed the “chalk and cheese” whirling dervish moment? Or Mimi making Paul use the back door? Those might change some thoughts and feelings in this movie. 

And then we get the reciprocated “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” Moment as Paul's too busy checking out John’s buddy Holly Look to remember where he is, let alone what cord they're on. And it's so sweet because Paul's the first person who gives John the idea that his real self is actually cooler than his tough-guy act. 

The little matching feet tapping?? Eee it's so cute! 

But why miss the opportunity for them to sing in harmony here?

Sometimes the dialogue is extremely inaccurate. “So mummy’s cool about baby Paul wanting to be Elvis?” “Oh she would've loved it.” Like hell she would've. She would've been as disapproving as Mimi. Then again, maybe it is accurate for Paul to be lying about that.

“Well she – she sort of – died. You know, em. If we're gonna do this we should write our own stuff.” Okay yep there he is. That's Paul. 

Also love how John gets his first calluses after Paul the bossy taskmaster comes into his life. (You know. And the reason to push himself and a person who cares enough to take the time to show him things and it makes John all dreamy staring at the stars that night etc) Anyway. It's perfect. 

And the first gig we see after Paul joins is in a venue on a real stage with a much bigger audience, and the matching suits of course. 

Mimi selling John's guitar because of a bad report card is like the lighter, kinder translation of what happened in reality when she had his dog put down while he was staying at Julia's. 

So they kinda make up for not letting Paul sing etc by having him nail the guitar instead of screw up at this gig like he did irl. 

And he's stealing Julia's attention, which is clearly Not okay with John. Reminds me of that quote of Paul's about how they were both in love with John's mum. 

George is appropriately infantile. Good. Cutie. 

The Quarrymen playing “That's Alright, Mama” as John's making up with Julia since she bought his guitar back for him. Okay. Very clever. 

Paul does Not like John disrespecting his mother after the show for obvious reasons. (“I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.”) But clearly he doesn't have the full picture here. I wonder at what point irl Paul got a full run-down from John on his messed-up family life. Or did he just have to pull it together piece by piece over the years?

And of course he jumps to light Julia's cigarette. Boy was patting his pocket for a lighter like it was the race of his life. Mister steal your mum.

Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, Paul McCartney’s number two complaint about this movie: John was Not taller than him. How dare they? Slander.  

That's one hell of a jacket.

At the party, John's of course pissed to find Paul serenading Julia in the kitchen. But Paul just wants a mommy so bad, John. Why can't you just let him have yours since you clearly don't want her? Right, because you really, really do. More than anyone can understand. But when you showed her that – how bad you wanted her to be your mum, not just a friend – she hurt you. Forced you to go through your abandonment all over again. So now you can't show that anymore. 

The washboard over Pete's head is almost exactly accurate, isn't it? John does not handle people leaving him well. 

Ugh his little voice cracking on the word “mum.” John Lennon is a poor poor baby and I will die on that hill.

I wonder how John did find out about Victoria and the real story of why he was with Mimi. No matter how, though, that's certainly a lot of mess for a young man to be carrying around with him all the time in his head. 

“When your father came back from the merchant Navy, he wanted to try and save the marriage, but your mother would have none of it.” I do feel like we're going with Alf’s version of events here, the one he sold John in order to get into his good graces after he was famous. Which is, again, not fair to Julia. I wonder how little Julia feels about this movie. 

In fact, I think this part –  “who do you wanna be with, John? Do you wanna be with me or do you wanna be with your mum?” – has been categorically disproven. But it certainly does make for some high drama. And John himself did believe his father's story, so there has to be at least some emotional truth there. 

Nowhere Boy John: There's no point in hating someone you love. I mean really love. IRL John: How do you sleep, you cunt?!

There he is. Art School John. Though he fell in love with every iteration of John, I think this one never left his head because he was one of the earliest Johns, and he was a John Paul had to fight for, you know, with all the Stu business and dead mother anger.

He really does an excellent job of playing John, though, when he's written right. “Woman took her kit off and we painted her breasts. Not actually physically. I got my eye on you two.” Ridiculous. Charming. Off- putting. Adorable. 

Ignoring the fact that I prefer to think of “Hello, Little Girl” as being about Paul (“you never seem to see me standing there”) and they're making it about Julia, this is a lovely scene. With John somewhat unsure still of his songwriting abilities and Paul looking up at him from the floor full of admiration. 

Oh he's gonna murder someone. To be fair, I think playing Julia's banjo at her funeral is exactly the type of insensitive thing Paul would do, because he just thinks and feels in music and it makes Sense to him even though of course it's going to piss John off. 

Hilarious, and probably accurate tbh, that Paul's pissed John off so he gives Pete a bloody nose.

But here we go, the number one complaint about this movie from Paul, which I think is actually valid. John never hit him and that was important to both of them and it's disrespectful to portray it and play into the myth of their rocky, angry relationship. 

But maybe in 2009 that's what it took for them to be able to show John Lennon and Paul McCartney in a genuine, loving embrace, crying into each other's necks about mothers. It has to be preceded by John punching Paul in the mouth. 

If I was John's writing partner, my biggest beef with this movie would actually be the scene where they're recording ISOATD and making it look like John wrote it and played the guitar solo. But Paul's never even mentioned it. Which I guess really shows he cares far more about the legacy of his relationship with John than his career legacy. Which. If you mean more to Paul McCartney than his fucking music? Well then you must be just about important enough to have your own movie. 

This is really the Vote for Mimi Smith campaign, isn't it? Putting across the screen the fact that John called Mimi every week until he died as “Mother” plays in the background is brutal. Ouch. But it's true. “It's Mimi time.”

[s-4pphics]

a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day 

but hopefully thisll suffice for now����idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy

wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭

your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck! 

after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!

how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!

you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…

call a tow truck?!

don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?! 

you dialed the first number suggested online 

“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone

“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “

“okay, great! where’s your car located?”

“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.” 

“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”

…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!

after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone

why does nothing go your way?!

“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!” 

an hour?!

but your swarovski watch—!

“hello?” 

“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.

this is fucking stupid!

after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview 

fucking finally!

you got out your new baby and saw—

oh, fuck

oh fuck!

WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—

your brain was sending off red alarms!

behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face

and your mood immediately got better! 

she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—

“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?” 

oh yeah

“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl 

“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”

“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car 

“….right!” and he walked away

she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!

“hey. this your car?”

“mhm!” 

you looked at her name tag 

ellie

hm…wanna fuck?—

“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“

you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying

you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants 

you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away! 

“…are you gonna sign…or?”

you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you 

how about you sign these damn wedding papers! 

“sorry!”

“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.” 

she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth! 

turn her out turn her out!

she finally met your eyes 

you wanted her clit in your mouth—!

“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“

“great! let’s go!”

ride my face!

when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable. 

why was it so loud and… grungy looking?

the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now

“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit

you sat and nodded and 

you looked so outta place in here 

pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!

you stood out like a sore thumb!

rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor

you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—

“hey!” 

sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—

“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“

“today's my birthday!”

you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—

“….’scuse me?”

“it’s my birthday!”

“happy….. happy birthday?” 

“thank you!” now lemme give you head—

“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”

you followed her to the desk and….

her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—

her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—

“cash or card?”

“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—

“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”

you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!

but you swiped your card 

and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out

“here you go! for your troubles!” 

“what.”

“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!

lemme give you this tip!

she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff

you have her you have her—

“are you kidding me right now?” 

what. 

“hm?”

“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up

and she looked mad

what the hell?

“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “

“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.” 

and she stormed off with a slam of the back door. 

…..

oh my god?

…

you want her even more now! 

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 2 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary : You obsess over the cuddle you shared with loki then you both share a joint together.

Warning: Smoking, recreational drug use, heat, so much of heat, bodyshaming comments, Loki being a soft baby, reader is insecure about her body, reader's mom is critical about her whole life, CUDDLING

Note : Song I used in this chapter. Now I know it was released in 2019 buttt I am going to use it anyways and you guys are going to ignore it the way we are ignoring TVA's existence. It also poetic in a way because time may or may not be linear in this fic 👀 Listen to the song first if you haven't, it's bomb, it's my go to whenever I'm drunk.

"Sooooo what does it mean if a guy cuddles you but you're not in a relationship or ummm dating or uhhh anything really" you asked your coworker Lyla. She was one of the trainers at the gym you were working at currently.

"Why are you asking? Are you cuddling with someone?" She asked you excitedly and you gave her a smile.

"Me? Cuddling? A guy? No no..noo no. Just a friend.. asking for a friend who's doing the cuddling..the cuddler is doing her i mean..you know what I want to say" She gave you a weird look as you said that.

"Yeah I figured..I mean aren't you allergic to men?" She rolled her eyes

"I'm…not allergic to men alright" you raised your voice so a few clients looked at you, the guy who had asked you out four times already did as well so you lowered your voice down a little "I love men..love themm like my own brothers and fathers and I hate the men hating we see these days" she gave you a questioning look as you said that. "Yeahh alright alright..just tell me what it means" you crossed your arms.

"What means what?" Attention span of a frog

"Man. cuddling... Friend?"

"Ohh yeah, tell your friend that this guy might be into her. I mean men usually don't initiate that sort of intimacy unless they're really into someone especially if it comes even before the sex does" she told you.

"Oh definitely no sex" you chuckled "That's what she told me"

You woke up this morning and you were squished against his body, completely squished all into him. Somehow you managed to get out of his hold without waking him up, though you did manage to fall down on your ass. What were you thinking rolling away from the bed that's the size of a toddler's cot?

He was a deep sleeper though and you just wanted to leave the apartment before he'd wake up but of course you bumped into him as you came out of the bathroom. He just smiled his usual angelic smile and wished you a good day at work as if you two didn't spend the night all squished together.

"How's the diet going? You seem even more chubbier today" you snapped out of your thoughts as you heard Lyla. She was an YouTube fitness model so she always stayed in shape and you ? Well you had tried to become one but nobody cared about the educational content you were making. You didn't have a response for her, you had been eating a lot of junk these days so this was clearly on you.

As you reached home after a long day he was watching something on the tv so you looked at the screen. He had a dark green tunic on that was probably made from some Asgardian fabric, a black trouser underneath, hair still wet from the shower.

"Captain released a statement that he had an altercation with me after I escaped, he claimed that I had morphed into him and was trying to steal the scepter"

"Whattt?" You looked at him confused

"Exactly what I'm saying. What is he talking about? I was here, I did not pretend to be him, as if I'd ever want to morph myself into him" you shook your head in disbelief as he said that. His accent always got thicker when he was excited or agitated.

"Why not? He's hot" He gave you the typical I don't think so look as you said that. You didn't understand a thing he was saying though.

"Something is happening..I clearly smelled the cologne of two Anthony Starks and now there are two Captains" you walked towards him as he huffed in annoyance, you placed your one hand on his shoulder to comfort him then you fluffed his hair up.

"Ummm how about you stop watching news? Let's start with that alright?" You grabbed the remote from him and turned the tv off, probably shouldn't have taught him to use it in the first place. He raised his brows in response, the crinkled lines on his forehead made you smile.

"I'm going to shower then you can do my lasagna" he smiled as you said that but you just heard yourself too "I mean we can eat each other" you took a deep breath after that mortifying slip up. Again. The cuddle sesh has infected your brain with some sort of virus "We can do…dinner..for fucks say" you mumbled as you stormed towards the bathroom.

Once you came out, you put on a tshirt and a pair of trousers. You could feel his eyes on you and it made you nervous.

"Do you wanna smoke weed or something?" You questioned him so he nodded immediately "Wow didn't have to convince you at all huhhh?"

"Is it a recreational mind altering herb? We have such herbs in Asgard, but it makes one rather foolish when consumed for a prolonged period of time, very detrimental for health" he said proudly.

"Ohhh your behavior makes so much more sense now you know" you chuckled as you looked for it in your closet and he rolled his eyes in response, he enjoyed this back and forth bantering with you.

You had two joints, where did the other one go? You made a mental note to look for it later because right now you just needed a moment of relaxation and distraction from that cuddling sesh you couldn't stop thinking about.

You came back to him and he looked at you curiously as you placed the end of the joint between your lips and lighted it up. The smell of the weed reached his sense, making him squint his eyes. Gah-dorable.

"Let's do it on the bed" you were saying all the wrong things today. You got off the couch and quickly hopped towards the bed. Oh he wanted to do it on the bed too, preferably the smaller one but he knew you didn't mean doing you exactly.

"So we can finally burn it down for good?" He retorted and you turned to look at him, feigning a hurt look on your face.

"It's my baby..how dare you?" he raised both of his hands up and took a step back "Because of the window..i don't want the smell to reach Mrs Geller" you said as you opened the window behind your bed "Okay the apartment in the front is still tenant-less..yayyy" you took a few hits and finally passed it to him. You didn't think he'd be able to smoke it because he just seemed so posh and regal and princely and you didn't think he had ever smoked anything in his life but turned out he was a pro.

You were already starting to feel the effect of it and you wondered if he did too? Passing the joint back and forth only made you hyperfocus on his lips. The lips that you wanted on--

"It is strong, though I never envisioned a lady like you to be into such a poisonous thing"

"It's just..grass " you said to him so he smiled, he was lying on the bed front side down, keeping himself all propped up on his elbows while you stayed seated with your back against the headboard "A grass that makes you feel floaty and drowsy.. besides I do it occasionally" That was probably a lie.

In order to avoid his intense gaze and that stupid smile on his face you decided to play music on your phone. Ofcourse you had to choose a song that screamed sexy.

Baby you can, ride it oh yeah..bring it over to my place

He put his hand forward so you passed the weed to him, he laid down on the bed as he took a puff. Did he actually want to burn the bed? You watched the smoke going up before it disappeared into the air.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

"Careful with the ashes" you said to him as you could see that it was about to fall right on his face. He suddenly clicked his fingers and you watched the particles of ashes beginning to drift in the air, as if that wasn't enough he made them light up again with his sorcery, it looked beautiful, reminded you of fireflies. You couldn't help but smile as you crawled on your knees to have a closer look, he sat up and watched that look on your face that he had come to adore so much.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Beautiful" you giggled as you tried to touch one of them.

"Isn't it?" He said so you looked at him. Always with the intense gaze.

I can make it hurricane on it

Hunnid bands, make it rain on it

Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it,

You looked at him and his intoxicated eyes made you want to hide, this wasn't real right? You were just too high and romanticizing things. Yup

You took the joint away from him and he sat up, you were still holding it between your fingers when he grabbed your wrist and twisted it towards him. Placing the joint around his lips he took a longer drag and when he let it out it hung in the air as if he had made the time halt somehow, he waved his fingers around and you saw the smoke turning into the foggy portrait of a woman. It was a portrait of you.

It made your eyes well up with emotions that you felt were indescribable.

Make you cry like a baby, yeah

Let's GoPro and make a video

Shut the fuck up brown.

"I'm speechless"

"At last..Thank the norns" you gasped as he said that, you picked up a pillow and hit him a bunch of times but he wasn't even defending himself. He was just giving you that killer smile with every attack.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"This was the best thing ever or what?" you huffed in excitement as you got off the bed.

"It is" he mumbled in his mouth as he watched the distance grow between you two. You were hungry now but he couldn't stop staring at you.

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

The lyrics spoke to him, he had never felt such a yearning before, what were you doing to him? Whenever he wanted a sexual release he found it with an equally willing partner, but it was never filled with such palpable tension, he knew he didn't crave just sex from you. He was enchanted by you and he didn't know why. You were just a mortal, he have had his moments where he used to look down upon your kind once.

He still wanted to look down but only when you'd be on your knees in front of him with his co—

"Come here" you yelled from the kitchen space so he pressed a stop button on the filth that were starting to corrupt his head.

"Turn up the music ..I need it in my life yeahhh" you sang along and danced on your spot as you reheated the lasagna you had made. He made his way into the kitchen and leaned himself against the refrigerator as he watched you be goofy. You did funny over the top steps to make him laugh and your eyes teared up again as he threw his head back while laughing. Why were you getting so freaking emotional over him for doing such a normal thing? He was just another run of the mill alien god.

Wait what?

You both sat down to eat finally but you couldn't stop giggling, your phone has been continuously ringing so you picked it up.

"Hey mommm…mummmyy" you mumbled, her voice sounded unclear and then you noticed how you were holding the phone upside down.

"Are you drunk?" She asked you.

"Nooooooooo..what?" You were zoning out alot so you just hummed to whatever she was saying. You did remember that she would visit the day after tomorrow and you did feel worried about it especially with a certain god slash alien in your apartment but you figured you'd think about it tomorrow. As she hung up you relaxed again.

"Remind me to diet again from tomorrow, goddd she's sooo going to comment on it" you mumbled so he looked up from the book he was reading. It definitely wasn't from this planet.

"About what?"

"Me being fat"

"You're not fat"

"And you're the king of England" he tilted his head at the comment "Oh I thought we were playing that game where we had to tell each other lies"

He sighed as you said that.

"I would never lie to you" he said sincerely. He didn't appreciate how you felt so critical about your physicality. He understood it because he wasn't any better but he still abhorred that you felt this way about yourself.

"I'm not kidding, okay? The other day we were making this video at the gym where the male trainers were supposed to lift the female employees and this guy couldn't lift me because I have gotten so heavier than before" you blabbed as you put down the plate of lasagna after eating.

"Did you perhaps ponder over the fact that this male worker of yours is too frail to carry a woman?" He asked you

"Yeah righttt" you chuckled so he put his book down and got up, in a matter of seconds you were in his arms, didn't even have a chance to react.

"See?"

"Ohh shush..I'm sure you're strong enough to carry a rhinoceros"

"So this rhinoceros must be a small and dainty little creature from your planet i assume. Much Like a Cat?" You chuckled as he said that. As he put you down finally, you both brushed your teeths, separately. And then he conjured that princely bed for you. None of you were going to mention the cuddling right? Okay.

"I'm going to sleep on my bed tonight, okay? You take this" you laid down on your bed before he could protest or get an opportunity to manipulate you with his sad scrunchy brows.

The lights turned off but you couldn't fall asleep, how could you when you were thinking about him constantly? You had your back turned against him and that's why you didn't see it when he stepped down from his bed.

"It's strenuous for me to fall asleep on that bed, my body is habituated to this one" you heard his voice so you turned slightly to look at him staring at you, he looked giant from this angle.

"I'm not moving" you huffed and turned on your side again.

Your eyes widened as you felt the mattress dipping because of his weight.

"It is definitely acceptable for me" you gasped as you heard his voice behind you, you could feel his body next to you.

"What are you doing?" you turned to look at him so he placed his large hand on your cheek and shushed you up by placing his thumb on your lips. How dare he?

"Shhhhhh..now sleep" you were going to say something but his thumb went past your lips so your pulled your head back in order to slip the digit out of your mouth. He only chuckled in response.

"You're being inappropriate"

"Am I?" He responded as he scooted even closer and just like yesterday his arm went around your waist but before that he made sure to hook your leg over his own, he pulled you closer to his body and your breath quickened again. You can't handle such close proximity, it made you want to do bad things to him and with him. The bubbling scorching heat. Noooooooo

"Sleep well" he whispered as he placed his head over your breasts again, would he be able to feel your nipples getting erect? You'd die with embarrassment if he could. The vibrations you felt from his words went straight to your nether region.

"Can I lower the temperature?" He questioned you.

"What?"

"The temperature. May I please lower it down a notch?" Oh now he wanted to be polite?

"Yeahhh?"

The heat usually bothered him but he didn't do it for the heat this time, he just wanted you to submerge into him. He wanted you to be so close to him because he really did enjoy sleeping in your arms last night. It felt safe.

As it got colder you sneaked your arm under his head just like you did yesterday and he couldn't have been happier.

"This is better" his voice came out all whispery and it made you bite on your lips, you were so close to moaning his name or something at the least "Are you uncomfortable darling?" You gulped as he questioned. You have never been more comfortable in life but you weren't going to tell him that.

"Noooo"

"I know"

The audacity

He raised his thigh up a little and now his hard muscle was snuggled perfectly between your crotch. One flex and you'd probably burst into an orgasm. God you felt nasty, maybe his thoughts were pure unlike yours and he just wanted to cuddle.

Your other arm rested on your own body in an awkward manner so he brought his hand up and interlinked his fingers with yours. In what world was this an appropriate relationship between two friends slash roommates slash alien- human buddies? Maybe in Asgard it was.

Or maybe just maybe he was as touch starved for affection and these physical touches as you were.

Once your hormones relaxed, you were able to fall asleep, it wasn't that hard actually when you were holding onto this giant soft comfy teddy bear in your arms.

However you woke up to your door buzzing incessantly.

"Y/n? Y/n??" And you heard your mom's voice. Oh god.

"Get up get up get up" you tapped your hand on his chest and he smiled as he looked at your puffy little face before you yelled at him again.

"My mom is here..get upp" you said to him as you jumped off the bed and started to grab his clothes and other things he had scattered all over the place.

"You said she'd come tomorrow..as in tomorrow?"

"I know I don't know.. go hide in the bathroom or something please" you whispered to him. You didn't want her to think you had started to talk to yourself now.

"I can just make myself invisible"

"Whattttt?" Your voice got higher but you didn't have time to dwell into it at the moment.

He clicked his fingers and then he disappeared in the shimmery waves, took you a second to process it.

"I'm still here, you just can't see me" you took a deep breath as you heard his voice.

"Oh okay okay..stay quiet" you looked at him or at the spot he was before he disappeared.

"I'm next to you" you jumped on your spot as he spoke again.

You quickly made your way to the door and you were met with your mom's angry looking face.

"Hiiii..hey what are you doing here..you're..24 hours early" you hugged her and she looked at you confused.

"No honey. I told you yesterday that I'd come tomorrow"

"No you said you'd be here the day after tomorrow"

"No I said yesterday that I called you yesterday and you didn't pick up. I wanted to tell you that day that I'd be here the day after tomorrow" you looked at her confused as her words fried whatever working brain cells you somehow still had in your skull.

"Why it's so cold in here? Are you trying to freeze yourself" she shivered and rubbed her arms with her palms.

"Sorry..ummm how did you..who buzzed you in?"

"Ohhh i met your neighbor downstairs, Mrs Geller, what a nice lady, we had a cup of coffee" she said to you so you nodded. She looked around the house in disapproval. Well you were going to clean it today. You wondered where Loki was at the moment.

"Sooo how come you are here" she took a whiff, ignoring your question altogether.

"Is a man living here?" You burst out laughing as she said that..

"You're funny..so funny ..funny funny mom" she glared at you as you cackled like a witch "Why would you say that?"

She walked towards the sofa and grabbed the book Loki had left last night and it made you grit your teeth so harshly you feared they'd break.

"Since when do you read?"

"I uhhh mom –" she looked at you with and her eyes got teary with plenty of emotions.

"Ohhhh I'm so happy for you…finally you managed to keep a man? Oh Mrs Geller was right you're seeing someone" she hugged you tightly. Mrs. Geller needed to shut up one of these days.

"Mom–"

"Ohh by the way everyone is in Minesotta and I didn't bring them here because I knew your house would…look like thissss" she made a face as she looked around before she turned to you again "So we'll be here in the evening, just prepare a simple dinner okay?" She told you excitedly.

"By everyone you mean your boyfriend and his daughters that I love so much?" You gave her a tight lipped smile and she glared at you. The sarcasm definitely didn't sit right with her. It never did.

"He's my husband now.. it's been months, don't be disrespectful..okay I have to go..I'll see you in evening" you nodded as she said that. "Oh and bring that guy over, I'd like to meet him"

"Mom I just met him like two days ago" you lied to her so she thought about it.

"Doesn't matter..Just invite him for dinner"

As she left you put your head down on the door and sighed deeply.

You looked at Loki as he reappeared, he had a sympathetic look on his face. Fake boyfriend trope? Were you about to go through another rom com cliche?

Serves you right.

Now you couldn't wait for the dinner so the only decent friend you had in life could witness your humiliation by the hands of your step father, his perfect daughters and your own mother.

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[dibs4ever]

Death Anniversary part2

While Barbara was on the phone with Alfred Nathan walked to the French doors.

Slowly he opened the door, peering his little head outside to look at his father. Dick was staring absently out in the empty yard, slowly swinging back and forth.

Nathan found it unusual that his father didn’t realize he was there

“Daddy,” the 6-year-old said softly

Dick turned to look at him “Oh hey son” he spoke softly.

Nathan stepped out closing the door “I wanted to say hi” he spoke

Dick looked at him questionably “Hi?”

Nathan shrugged

Dick smiled softly “Come here” he patted the space beside him on the swing

Nathan climbed onto the white swing sitting beside his father

Dick put an arm around his son’s waist and then pulled him into his lap hugging him tightly, he rested his chin on his son's shoulder

“You know I love you so much right?” He whispered

Nathan nodded “Yeah and I love you Dad” he turned his head to look at his father, noticing sadness in his eyes

Nathan touched his father’s cheek with one hand “Daddy I know why you’re sad and just know mommy and I are gonna take care of you.”

Dick cracked a small smile “Oh yeah? Mommy has always been good at that.”

There was a beat of silence as Dick continued to make the swing rock slowly back and forth “Did your mom tell you why I’m out of it today.”

Nathan nodded “I’m sorry”

Dick shook his head “Don’t be, nothing you can do about it, son.”

The boy shrugged “I can still be sorry. Even if I can’t do anything, Because I love you Daddy I can be sorry you’re sad.”

Dick chuckled lightly “How can you look so much like me yet sound so much like your mother.”

Nathan smiled “Like mommy says Me and Leah are the best parts of you and her.”

Dick ruffled his son's hair “That’s right”

The boy was quiet for a moment “Are you the best parts of your mom and dad?” He asked timidly

Dick bit his lip “Ummm I’d like to think so” he didn’t have the heart to tell his son he didn’t remember those kinds of details about his parents. “They would have loved you, and your sister….and your mom”

Nathan smiled “I would have had a grandma! I have 2 grandpas….and a great-grandpa. But no grandmas.”

Dick shrugged feeling a bit of his upbeat personality shine through “Selina is kinda like a grandma?” he waited for his son's reaction

The boy wrinkled his nose and shook his head “Selina is Grampie’s friend but she doesn't act like a grandma.”

Dick chuckled “I’d have to agree with you there Babs….your mom. Used to tease me that she was like my stepmom and I felt the same way.”

As if on cue the door opened to reveal Barbara “There you two are. Nate-I got the recipe from Grandfather Alfred, would you like to go to the grocery store with me to get the ingredients?”

He looked at his dad and shook his head “No Mommy; why don't you take Leah? I'm going to hang out with Dad”

Barbara smiled “All alright you two but remember have a family movie snuggle day scheduled !”

Dick smirked “Family, movie snuggles with Alfred’s cookies?”

Nathan nodded “Yup Mommy and I planned it. Does that make you happy?” he asked hopeful

Dick looked down into his blue eyes “It makes it better.” he assured kissing his son's forehead “Im so lucky to have a son like you

Nathan reached up hugging his son's neck “And I'm lucky to have a dad like you.”

[unproduciblesmackdown]

yea.... 😭😭😭

now my logical followup is rewatching rogue one for the first time since seeing it (multiple times) in theaters i believe? Will i cry a lot, which i am always prone to do w/media & things but all the more so lately, it seems

[charliemwrites]

Okay soooo~ ❤️ After rereading some (a lot) of the keeper! Simon posts~ ❤️❤️And the ones about Shy Thing and Obedient~ ❤️❤️❤️🤭 Ummm 👉👈 what would happen if something happened to Simon, Soap, and Price in a mission and Gaz is the only survivor, leaving him responsible for the care of all three of the pets who have no idea how to live without their keepers while the last member of the team struggles with taking care of them and living with survivor's guilt... How would that go?

(Just a thought~ Teehee 🤭)

Hi, teehee! No worries about the double send lol tumblr is like that sometimes.

They would make the most unhinged family unit. They can’t take care of themselves, but they’ll move heaven and earth for each other. They try to help Gaz as much as they can, try to keep it so that he just handles the stuff they can’t anymore - like other people and public issues.

They’re all fiercely protective of each other and Gaz. He doesn’t know what it’s like to sleep alone anymore when one of them is always climbing in with him, or all three of them are dragging him into a snuggle pile.

There are a lot of tears. Missing keepers, missing their old lives (both of them), missing friends. The household is complicated. Good girl has to learn to function without all the rules Price had and struggles with the lack of discipline. She wears chokers and adjustable necklaces now. Shy Thing struggles to feel secure and safe, falls into long lapses of silence. She can’t be alone for the first months after Johnny is gone.

And feral…. Communication is hard. Eating is hard. Moving or doing anything is hard. But she does because she owes it to her fellow creatures, who are trying. And Gaz, who took them all in and is juggling three very different creatures that he doesn’t even want to keep as creatures.

Also, they try to encourage him to date but uh… yeah, no. Can you imagine? He’s like that dude with the three weed smoking girlfriends except they’re codependent and he’s traumatized.

[thewailingbells]

Hi I was wondering if I could request a shy/quiet female Reader who has a hard time sticking up for herself like she's a huge pushover (like myself) paired up with Caleb Quinn.

And also I just want to say I really like your work (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Deathslinger With a Pushover Reader

AN: I’m so happy someone sent in a request for Deathslinger I’ve been absolutely obsessed with him lately! I’m also so glad that you like my work!

He sees everything. Even when you think he’s not looking, he is.

Caleb sees you giving your med-kit to fully healed survivors despite you needing it. He sees when you give them your shiny new toolbox despite you wanting to use it. All for your teammates to leave you hanging on a hook.

Caleb hates when good people like yourself get walked all over. That being said, he does like minding his own business. He has enough problems himself, he doesn’t need your issues too. At least that’s what he tells himself.

The next trail you’re in with him he sees one of your fellow survivors forcing you to give up your brand new toolbox that is in perfect condition.

“I really wanted to use my toolbox this match,” you meekly told your teammate.

“I’ll give you my toolbox.” They quickly ripped yours from your hand and gave you their broken-down one.

Caleb had enough. After he saw that he swiftly pulled you into him using his redeemer. He gently grabbed the back of your head and whispered in your ear. “They’re not your friends, you know. They don’t care ‘bout you. I want you to go over there and get your toolbox back. If you don’t, I’ll kill you next time I see you. You hear?”

You didn’t know what terrified you more, the Deathslinger killing you or having to get your toolbox back. You quickly realized which one would be more painful.

You managed to find your teammate again. “Ummm, I need my toolbox back please.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I want my toolbox back please.”

Your teammate just laughed. “No. I’m using it. You gave it to me. It’s mine now.”

“No. It’s mine! Give it back!”

Unbeknownst to you, Deathslinger was watching the entire thing go down. He was standing behind you, keeping himself hidden behind a large rock. He heard you trying and he was damn proud. The arguing went on for another minute or so and Caleb knew you weren’t going to get the toolbox back. So he took matters into his own hands.

He peaked out from around the rock and pointed his gun directly at your teammate. Their eyes widened at the sight. They quickly gave you your toolbox and ran away. Caleb just laughed to himself and walked off.

You smiled and ran to go find Caleb. He was on one of the far-away sides of the map when you found him.

“Deathslinger! Deathslinger I did it! I got it back!”

He smiled at you. “Good job. Knew you could do it. I got a little present for you.”

Caleb then moved out of the way to reveal the hatch behind it. “Come on now. You deserve it.”

You giggled and gave him a big hug. “Thank you!” You quickly jumped down into the hatch. Yeah, he definitely liked you.

[ms-cartoon]

I meant to post about this ever since that video was recorded but I slacked off for a while and didn't have the energy. This is about Brandon and the things he said about Octavia and what he thinks about her. This is also a repeat of my reblog of @antivivziepopparade post regarding the same subject so. . .

This is truly disappointing and just plain sad, even for him. Like fr-

And what's crazy is that I watched some of his videos and they made me laugh. I didn't enjoy how vulgar and disturbing they were, but there were still some parts about it that I found funny. Even then, there was something about him that didn't sit right with me. I wasn't sure if it was him totally being cool with making a fool of himself in public for his videos or what (he actually took his clothes off in a public place at one point and got kicked out because of it. I felt so much second hand embarrassment), but I just didn't like him personally. Now that I've seen THIS live video about his comments about this teenage girl, I definitely have all the reasons to not like him as a person.

Ummm. . . . EXCUSE YOU??? Like-- Brandon? Mr. Rogers?? I know you know better!! WTF am I hearing??? I honestly can't tell if he was trying to be funny or if he was making a joke, but I don't care, and considering what he said and how he said it, it's no excuse and just downright ignorant and mean.

So he calls her SLUT and COCKBLOCKER. This 17-year-old girl? A minor, who's going through a crisis of neglect from her father? Her dad puts the majority of his focus on the guy he had an affair with instead of her. He sexually flirts with said guy RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER and says that he's the only man that can f**k him right where she can hear it. Cuts her off when she tries to tell him something that could be important, but would rather fuss with his ex-wife he wants nothing to do with. He still puts his focus on Blitzo rather than looking for her when she's lost with the possibility of being in danger. Does Brandon not find any of that the least bit concerning?? (And I don't care that these are fictional characters cuz situations like these happen in real life. Parents who are neglectful of their children? Those exist, believe it or not)

He's seriously dropping names on this minor and saying she sucks cuz she hates his favorite character and is getting in the way of his OTP. . . .

Hate to say it Brandon but. . . .

No--- y'know what? I would love to say this. . . . Brandon, you are just as bad if not worse than Viv and the rest of her dick riding fans who have the same mindset as the both of you.

Brandon: She hates me!

Yeah? SHE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO HATE YOU!! ESPECIALLY NOW!!

[jahayla-parker]

Her Faithful Protector: Conrad Fisher x Reader

Part 3

Descr.: Part 3, 3.8k wc, see series link below for full description. This part's theme: Conrad learns who it is and starts to act

Warnings: see series link below for warnings.

Her Faithful Protector Series Navigation

Conrad had y/n positioned before him, her butt resting on the bathroom counter. He held one hand on her waist to keep her steady as he rummaged through the drawers for stuff to help.

To be honest, y/n wasn’t needing any physical care. But, she knew it made Conrad feel better to be able to physically do something to help her. So, she stayed quiet and cooperative as she watched him pull out an excessive amount of first-aid supplies.

“How long have you been covering this?” Conrad asked, pausing as he looked up at y/n.

“These bruises? Or in general?” Y/n asked shyly.

Conrad’s lips curled downwards slightly, “both”.

“Ummm… these are about three days old.. but,” y/n admitted. She naturally hesitated to continue, but at this point there wasn’t any point in lying to Conrad. “H-he.. he’s been doing this for awhile” y/n confessed.

Conrad set down the first-aid box and walked back to her. He slowly moved towards her, grabbing her hand, “how long?”

Y/n could see Conrad was wanting a more precise timeline for the abuse. But she didn’t want him to feel even worse knowing how long it had been taking place. After all, it began before she even knew the Fishers. All y/n could do was sigh.

Conrad noticed her hesitation, “Y/n. Tell me. Please”.

Y/n reluctantly stared into Conrad’s eyes. She’d kept this secret for years, it felt odd to tell anyone the truth. “I’m not that clumsy. That was just what I was taught to say” y/n stated cautiously.

“Meaning… since…” Conrad dragged out, his soft eyes flashing with pain.

“Yeah,…since I was little” y/n acknowledged, sighing loudly. Was she doing the right thing? Maybe she should’ve just refused to answer him.

Conrad closed his eyes and grinded his teeth. While she hadn’t said exactly who was behind her abuse, Conrad had a suspect based on the clues he’d noticed. “It’s your father, isn’t it?” he asked, his eyes opening to search hers.

Y/n nodded silently, uncertain what more there was to say.

Conrad huffed and shook his head. His top lip was sucked in as he took a shaky breath. “I should’ve known” he verbally scolded himself .

“Con,” y/n whimpered, feeling horrible was blaming himself.

Conrad clenched his jaw, his teeth scratching each other. “No, I… my father…” he began but stopped. Conrad knew y/n was aware that his father had a temper and had not been one to avoid punishments; until Susannah became aware of it and stopped it. Y/n had been there one summer night when Conrad’s dad had smacked Conrad after he and Jeremiah were caught messing around in his office space. “Well, you know-“ Conrad summarized.

Y/n sighed and nodded, squeezing Conrad’s hand.

“But- he’s- my father has never done anything like this” Conrad said, eyeing her bruised torso. He shook his head again, “but, I should’ve seen the signs”.

“I was trained to hide it, Conrad” y/n told him.

Conrad sighed and pursed his lips, “does your mom know?”

Y/n nodded, unable to hold eye contact. She knew Conrad had been somewhat close to her mom. Lots of people were, y/n’s mom had a way of presenting herself as a very caring person. She knew this information would act as another blow to Conrad.

“And she’s done nothing?” Conrad asked, his hand tightly gripping the towel in his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “she says they’re divorced so he’s not her problem”. She sighed, “plus, he treats my brother fine, so she says I must by lying”.

Conrad shook his head and his jaw twitched slightly from the constant tension. “So…You've been trying to deal with this by yourself?” he asked quietly.

Y/n nodded, forcing a laugh as she tried to break the tension. “And clearly I’m not doing well at it” she joked halfheartedly.

Conrad’s shoulders slumped, “no, don’t do that. This isn’t on you. We’re going to get you through this, okay?”

Y/n nodded shyly, her guilt, shame, and doubt clear in her eyes.

Conrad tilted her sad head upwards and he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Now…Tell me darling, does it hurt?” he asked softly.

“Right now?” Y/n mumbled.

Conrad nodded.

“No,” y/n answered effortlessly. Upon seeing Conrad’s doubt over her quick response, she gave him a small smile. “I promise Connie” y/n said.

Conrad hummed quietly. “Okay” he accepted. “We should tell my mom” was the only suggestion Conrad could think of. He needed Susannah’s help with this.

“No! Con-“ y/n began to protest.

“Yn, she-“ Conrad argued just as quickly.

Y/n firmly shook her head, “my father warned it would be worse if I told anyone”. Her lip trembled slightly as she stared into Conrad’s eyes, “please, I.. I shouldn’t have even told you. He-“. Y/n sniffled and took a deep breath, “you were the only person I thought I could trust. I know it took awhile to tell you, and well, you more found out than me saying it, but still. Please Connie”.

Conrad sighed, not knowing what to do. He’d never found himself in this situation before nor had he ever experienced someone else going through what y/n was. “Okay, for now, but stay here tonight, okay?” Conrad asked pleadingly. “I’ll take the couch, just please let me know you’re safe” he explained, “I can’t send you home like this knowing no one there will protect you”.

Y/n gave her boyfriend a smile as she tugged his arm to bring him closer. “He isn’t here Connie. He’s been in and out all summer but-“ she assured him.

“Okay. Please still stay tonight? I need to know you’re okay” Conrad interrupted. He cupped y/n’s face in his hands as he forced a small smile, “tomorrow if he’s not over, it can go back to normal, with you staying wherever you want that night. At least until we figure this out”.

Susannah immediately sensed something was off with her eldest as she entered the kitchen the next morning. Conrad was making breakfast, likely for him and y/n, but she could tell his posture was stiff. His mom also noticed the troubled look in Conrad’s eyes as he bit into his bottom lip.

“Connie, what’s troubling you?” Susannah greeted, walking over to her boy.

“Nothing mom, morning” Conrad said casually, not looking up from the stove.

“Conrad Fisher, I know my boys, what is it?” His mom pressed.

Conrad sighed, “I can’t say. But I just…”. He paused as he thought of how to word his question appropriately. “How do I know if I’m doing the right thing?” Conrad questioned vaguely.

His mom hummed, “does it feel like you’re doing the right thing?”

“Yes and no” Conrad admitted, stirring the eggs. “I think there’s a better option, but I just don’t know what it is” he sighed, “or rather, how to achieve it”.

“Sometimes the right thing isn’t the easiest to do. In fact, it rarely is” Susannah told him.

Conrad nodded but as he began to respond, his younger brother, Jeremiah, bounced into the room. He saw Steven following in after Jere.

“Hey Con, you and y/n joining us for the bonfire tonight?” Steven asked plopping a grape into his mouth.

“What bonfire?” Y/n asked, entering the room and yawning. She shyly made her way over to the stove and kissed Con’s cheek, making the other boys groan with disgust.

Susannah hushed their dramatic responses and smiled softly at y/n.

“Tyler’s, it’s at 7. You should come!” Jere encouraged.

“I don’t see why not” Y/n agreed looking over at Con as she sat at the counter next to him, the way she’d always done since she was little.

Conrad smiled softly and nodded in agreement as he finished their eggs.

“Sweet! Jere was worried you’d be having family time” Steven stated, trying to use his fingers to grab some of the eggs Conrad made.

Conrad slapped his hand away and glared lightheartedly at his friend.

Y/n laughed, “since when do I do that?”

“Since your dad’s in town,” Jeremiah argued, shrugging. “Figured split custody and all applied to summer too” he explained, checking the fridge for food.

Conrad’s body tensed as he turned slightly, glancing back at y/n over his shoulder.

“He’s in town?” Y/n whispered quietly, unlocking her phone. She had yet to check it since Conrad found her bruises the night before. They’d went to bed early, watching a movie and cuddling until y/n fell asleep in Conrad’s protective arms.

“Yeah, we saw him with y/b/n this morning,” Jere told her, pulling out a pitcher of juice.

Y/n hummed in slight frustration. “Well no, no family time” she decided as she locked her phone. Y/n set the device back down on the counter, easing the tight grip she had on it. She was sure she was expected to have the family time Jeremiah referenced upon seeing the confirmation of her father being here from her mom and brother’s messages in their group chat.

“And, for the record, they have split custody of y/b/n,” y/n pointed out. “Since I’m almost eighteen, they let me choose” she explained, glancing slyly over at Conrad.

“Oh!” Jeremiah responded, clearly intrigued in the topic. It was understandable given what his parents had been through. “So, you chose not to see your dad?” Jeremiah questioned carelessly.

“Enough Jeremiah” Conrad hissed.

“Of course you’d support it” Jeremiah sasses, his frustration with Conrad’s treatment towards their dad resurfacing.

“Jeremiah” Susannah scolded, “stop”.

“It’s not that simple,” y/n butted in, trying to redirect the conversation for Conrad’s sake. “It’s not that I don’t see him. I wasn’t given that much freedom. I just get to limit it more than a split custody arrangement would entail” she explained.

“Y/n, you don’t have to explain yourself, dear” Susannah soothed. “Jeremiah, apologize” she added, eyeing her youngest boy.

“Sorry” Jeremiah mumbled. He hated being in trouble with Susannah. That much was clear in his sad eyes and pouting lips.

Conrad glared at his brother as he sat down. He quietly set the plate of breakfast before Y/n.

Y/n thanked Conrad and began nibbling on the food from her plate.

Conrad rubbed her back. He crooked his head and whispered, “I’m sorry”.

Y/n shook her head and smiled softly at Conrad. “I get that it’s hard to support when one doesn’t know the full story” she acknowledged.

“Suz is right” Steven admitted, “it’s not our business, right Jere?”

Jeremiah nodded, “yeah, right, sorry Y/n”. At that, everyone was ready to move on. Well, everyone but Jeremiah. “But ummmm… you may want to know…” he trailed off nervously as Conrad glared at him.

Jeremiah just silently nodded his head, in the direction of the doorway; behind Conrad and Y/n.

Y/n tensed before even looking when she heard the familiar sound of her father’s boots scrape the floor as he entered the kitchen.

Conrad immediately dropped his fork, the metal clanging loudly against the plate. He stood up firmly, now standing in front of his seat, rather than sitting in it. His eyes focused on y/f/n as he walked around the kitchen table to stand across from y/n.

“There’s my girl,” y/n’s father grinned innocently.

Conrad glared at y/f/n as they both moved nearer to her. Clearly due to very different reasons.

“Conrad, it’s good to see you again” her father nodded. He was assuming Conrad’s behavior to be an awkward greeting rather than a protective measure. But, y/n’s father’s eyes flashed with confusion when the boy only glowered at him.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked her father, trying to dissipate the tension before Conrad did something to make him mad.

Y/n’s father shifted slightly so he could see around Conrad’s protective stance. “Your mother said you’d accompany me and y/b/n to the baseball game tonight” he said, his eyes focused on y/n. “I figured we’d head out now to get-“ her father continued when y/n didn’t respond.

“No” Conrad simply butted in.

Y/n flickered her eyes over to Conrad both in relief and panic. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want to face what would happened when Conrad’s outburst was taken badly by her father. Which she knew it would be.

“Conrad” Susannah scolded softly. She could tell something was going on, but she didn’t know what.

Conrad held his ground. But as he noticed y/n’s nerves, he pretended to falter slightly. “I just mean, we’ve already got plans tonight” Conrad lied. “Sir” he forced out.

Y/n looked to her father to see if he’d try to push the issue in front of the others. Fortunately, her father was wise enough not to. Not even as y/b/n entered and stood beside him in clueless support.

Instead, y/f/n only nodded and pretended to be supportive. “Oh of course, maybe another night then” he said as he stared at Y/n expectantly.

Y/n nodded timidly in response as she refused to hold eye contact.

“Well, we should probably get going” Conrad stated, keeping his body wedged between y/n and her father. Holding his hand out to her behind his back, he added, “we’ve gota full day ahead of us”. Conrad grabbed y/n’s hand and helped her stand up. He shot her father one last glance before pulling y/n from the room.

Once they made it back to Conrad’s room, he shut the door. As soon as the door closed, he was suddenly pulled into y/n’s tight embrace.

“Thank you Connie,” y/n mumbled, gripping Conrad’s shirt.

Conrad shook his head, slipping his arms around her. “It’s not a problem sweetheart. You protect what you love” he cooed.

Y/n buried herself deeper into Conrad’s arms, “I love you too”. She noticed how normally she wouldn’t be saying singing like that this early into the relationship. But, they had known each other for years. During most of which, they had unknowingly been in love with each other already.

That night, after the bonfire, y/n easily felt safe enough in Conrad’s arms; allowing her to quickly fall sleep. But, she woke up, suddenly wide awake when Conrad rolled over, his arms having left her. It took y/n a moment to see why she’d awoken, and even then she had a hard time settling back down. Yet, y/n didn’t want to wake Conrad up. Especially just to ask him to hold her; that would be pathetic.

So instead, y/n grabbed her phone to check the time and see how early it was. Perhaps, it wasn’t too early and she could go for a morning swim until Conrad woke up. She’d begun slipping out of his bed as quietly as possible. However, when y/n checked her phone, she froze.

It was three in the morning. But that wasn’t what made her tense up, it was the missed texts from her father. Fortunately there weren’t any mentions of Conrad’s protective stance or behavior for y/n to have to explain. Yet, y/f/n was still mad, just for a different reason. He was mad that y/n let Conrad take her out of the kitchen that morning when he had come over.

Y/n had figured it would be fine since y/b/n was there to keep her father company. But, evidently it wasn’t enough for him. She texted a fake apology while sticking to Conrad’s made up excuse.

Y/n glanced at Conrad as she locked her phone and set it back down on his bedside table. Conrad was breathing calmly, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. She smiled to herself before she cautiously made her way to his door.

Some might consider it to be too early for a swim, but it wasn’t like y/n was going to be able to sleep anytime soon anyways. Besides, Susanna let her leave a swimsuit here each summer so she wouldn’t even have to go to her mom’s to get it before coming back. Which was good, because the last thing y/n needed right now was her mother scolding her for not being kind enough to her father.

It seemed the only times her parents still spoke was when her father complained about how horrible of a daughter y/n was being by not wanting to spend time with him the way y/b/n did.

Y/n tiptoed out into the hallway bathroom and quickly changed. She winced slightly when she noticed you could still see the almost faded bruises on her exposed skin. Fortunately, the dark nighttime sky would hide it if anyone joined her for an early swim. Usually, that would be Belly, if anyone; and Belly likely wouldn’t notice the almost gone bruises in the dark.

Y/n wrapped a towel around herself as she dashed quietly to the back door and slipped out onto the Fisher family’s deck. She wasted no time in dropping her towel on the lounge chair and sliding into the pool.

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she’d been out there when she came up from under the water again and saw Conrad.

Conrad was sitting beside the pool, his feet dangling into the water. His eyes were focused intently on y/n despite his sleepy state. Conrad wore a small smile on his lips, causing the faint line of one of his dimples to form.

“Hey” y/n shyly greeted, slowly swimming towards him.

Conrad chuckled lightly, “hey”.

“I can't sleep” y/n explained.

Conrad simply nodded and curled his lip up to the side sympathetically, “is the pool helping?”

Y/n shrugged, brushing her wet hair from her face. “It isn’t making it worse. Did I wake you?” she asked, voice coated with guilt.

“No” Conrad promised as he curled his lip up. “You’re not cold?” he wondered, taking the extended hand she held out to him now that she was nearby.

Y/n shook her head, “it feels nice. The cold water kinda calmed my nerves”.

Conrad nodded, squeezing her hand before he let go and walked to the stairs of the pool. He quickly took off his hoodie, leaving him in just his shorts. “You were anxious?“ Conrad asked, keeping his eyes on her as he lowered himself into the pool.

Y/n bit her lip and nodded, “he’s mad”.

Conrad furrowed his brows and shook his head, carefully gliding over to pull y/n into his arms. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I sh-“ he began.

“Don’t Connie” y/n stopped him. “I can’t express how much I appreciate you getting me out of there, especially without a scene” she declared, as she lifted her damp hands up to cup Conrad’s cheeks.

Conrad let out a long breath of air and nodded slowly. “I’ll always be here for you Y/n, you know that right?” He whispered.

Y/n smiled widely and nodded affirmatively, “I know”. Her eyes flickered to Conrad’s lips briefly before she closed the space between them and pulled him in for a kiss.

Conrad rested his forehead on y/n’s when they parted, “did you get any sleep?” He knew she’d fallen asleep before he had. But he didn’t know how long it was before y/n woke back up as he had drifted off not too long after seeing that she’d seemingly settled in for the night.

“Yeah” y/n whispered, rubbing her nose softly against his sweetly.

“What woke you?” Conrad questioned, moving some of the hair that had stuck to y/n’s brow out of the way.

Y/n looked away from Conrad’s gaze as she whispered, “I was having nightmares”.

Conrad hummed soflty, “do you get them often?”. He rubbed his hand over her jaw, “I recall you having them a lot as a kid”.

Y/n smiled softly over Conrad remembering that detail. She sighed and nodded, “ever since he started this.” Y/n shrugged as she pointed out a silver lining, “but.. it’s been better, now that he moved out”.

Conrad thought deeply before replying, “was seeing him today what made them happen again?”

Y/n nodded slowly, “I think so. I didn’t even know he was mad until after I woke up from a nightmare so it must’ve been just having seen him”.

Conrad frowned slightly, “is there anything I can do to help you prevent them?” He quickly threw in, “other than limiting contact with him as much as possible?”.

Y/n rewarded Conrad with a grateful smile. However, she then bit her lip and looked away as she shook her head turning to go back under the water shyly. Y/n was feeling overwhelmed. She knew Conrad wanted to help and she felt bad that she couldn’t tell him how to.

“Hey” Conrad whisperered, tenderly holding y/n’s bicep as he moved so he was in front of her again. “I know you better than that,” he smirked raising a brow. “What is it?” Conrad asked, confused when he saw her shrug as she refused to look at him, her eyes darting around the dark deck.

“Y/n” Conrad pleaded, kissing her cheek, “you don’t need to be shy with me”. He stared deeply at her shy eyes, “how can I help?”

Y/n had come up with a way he could help. Or, rather she remembered it from earlier. “You know… how I.. said I felt safe…with you?” She mumbled quietly.

Conrad nodded with a small, proud smile on his lips. “Of course I remember” he acknowledged.

“Well, I … “ y/n flickered her gaze up to him. “I-it helps when I’m …in… your arms” she said.

The last words were jumbled together in a shy rush, but Conrad caught them anyways; more than used to her bashful behaviors after all this time. His cheeks flushed and he guided her face closer, his thumb under her chin. Conrad placed a soft kiss on y/n’s nose. “I can do that” he smiled “Why didn’t you wake me? Hmm? When you woke up, panicked, why didn’t you wake me up?” Conrad wondered.

“I didn’t want to bother you” y/n admitted.

“Y/n/n-“ Conrad softly scolded.

Y/n shook her head, “you looked so peaceful”.

Conrad blushed and rubbed his neck. He had been dreaming about y/n. “You wouldn’t have been a bother, plus I like holding you, babe” Conrad argued, guiding her closer by her hips. “Next time, wake me, okay? If I’m not with you, call me” he requested.

Y/n batted her eyes up at Conrad as she tried to see if he was sincere.

“Please?” Conrad asked very very quietly.

Y/n nodded, “okay Con, I promise”.

“Great, now how can I help you right now? Do you want you try to go back to bed?” Conrad questioned, stoking y/n’s cheek.

Y/n shook her head. She was too afraid that she’d have another nightmare.

“Okay” Conrad hummed. “What can I do then?” he asked lovingly.

"Will you stay awake with me?" Y/n asked hesitantly.

Conrad smiled warmly, “of course”. He took hold of y/n’s hand, “come here”. Conrad swam with her to the edge of the pool. “Why don’t we go for a walk, it should be low tide” he suggested. Conrad grinned proudly when he saw the excitement glowing in y/n’s y/e/c eyes as she nodded in agreement.

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Aiura Mikoto - Moving on from the gyaru look [2/2]

[part 1]

At a certain arcade Teruhashi Kokomi: Hm~ After all, would a double pose purikura be the best for appearance, I wonder..?

Teruhashi Kokomi: (That's right...If I'm going to do it, it has to be perfect.) Saiki Kusuo: Good grief, I got worried so I followed her, but...

Aiura Mikoto: Oh! As expected of Terukoko! Yeah, yeah, the twins-style double pose is trending in videos~ Aiura Mikoto: A double pose with Terukoko will seriously boost the vibes~ We gotta make it extra, right♪?

Saiki Kusuo: What language are they speaking? Double pose? What's that? Aiura Mikoto: (Wow~ Such an amazing scent...)

Aiura Mikoto: (Though I super respect Terukoko, I thought doing a pair purikura with her would be like a public execution, but...) Aiura Mikoto: (We're actually pretty good!)

Teruhashi Kokomi: (Aiura-san is friendly without being sarcastic.) Teruhashi Kokomi: (After all, I wonder if it's easier to enter Saiki's territory with a close sense of distance like Aiura-san's...)

Saiki Kusuo: Well, I don't really get it, but they seem to be getting alone, so I guess it's fine. Aiura Mikoto: Hmm, and then edit the skin, make the eyes bigger, put in coloured contacts~ And a tipsy-looking blush...

Aiura Mikoto: Got it...! Terukoko is seriously on a different level!! The stable mega-enhanced gyaru is complete! Aiura Mikoto: She's beyond just cute now!

Saiki Kusuo: Hey, hey. With her aura is at its fullest, there's almost nothing showing up in the photo other than the light source. Aiura Mikoto: Alriiight! Now it's the doodling time!

Aiura Mikoto: Terukoko, write the name of the person you like here~ I'll create a love umbrella for you! Teruhashi Kokomi: Huh? A person I...like!?

Teruhashi Kokomi: (No way, no way, no way!) Talking to Aiura-san about Saiki would be...!) Teruhashi Kokomi: (If, by some miracle, my guess turns out to be correct and Saiki's type is girls like Aiura-san, if that fact was revealed...)

Teruhashi Kokomi: (Th-That kind of thing...It'd be unbearably sad... I could no longer exist in this world...!!) Saiki Kusuo: No, that's not the case.

Teruhashi Kokomi: N..No, I don't really care about that....Ahahaha. Aiura Mikoto: Huuh~ Even though I went out of my way to do fortune telling for you...

Saiki Kusuo: Oh, it seems their girl talk is really blooming. Saiki Kusuo: Well, Aiura probably will guide the conversation well from here, so I think it's time to go home.

Aiura Mikoto: Kyaha! This was fun, right~ If you're alright with it, let's come again! Teruhashi Kokomi: Yeah~

Aiura Mikoto: Terukoko is super cute no matter what she does~ Just walking together is super exciting~ Teruhashi Kokomi: (Aiura-san... She looks hard to talk to, but she's a good person.)

Aiura Mikoto: By the way, about the continuation of our love talk... Teruhashi Kokomi: ...Huh!? (Wh-Wh-What's this suddenly...!?)

Aiura Mikoto: Shall I do love fortune telling for you? Teruhsahi Kokomi: Ummm... Th-Th-Th-That's. well, because~

Aiura Mikoto: You think I wouldn't notice that there's someone you like!? (Well, in Terukoko's case it's totally obvious even without looking.) Teruhashi Kokomi: ......Hmmm~ Th-there's someone I'm just a little bit interested in... ......That's all.

Aiura Mikoto: Woow~~ Her shy face is also LL-size cute~~!! Amazing~! Aiura Mikoto: Alriiight! Leave the fortune telling to Miko-chan♪ I won't do anything bad.

Aiura Mikoto: Hm~...The person Terukoko likes probably~ Aiura Mikoto: He likes people who are true to themselves!! Also... Someone strong who doesn't get swayed by a situation!

Aiura Mikoto: In other words, he probably likes a strong-willed girl that doesn't bend her style, right? Teruhashi Kokomi: Huh...Then...Just the same as always...?

Saiki Kusuo: Is this okay? Not only resolve Teruhashi-san's madness, but also tell her that we've got the worst combability. Aiura Mikoto: Ah, that's right...But the combability is about 2%? It says you're an absolutely terrible match... Hey, are you listening!?

Teruhashi Kokomi: (That means... I can just me myself? Right...?) Aiura Kokomi: Heey...?

Teruhashi Kokomi: (Haha, what am I doing... I'm just fluttering around...I'm so stupid.) ...The next day

Kaidou Shun: Ahhh! Teruhashi-san has returned to her saint mode!! The usual Teruhashi-san, not gyaru, is back!! Teruhashi Kokomi: Well, I was just going with the vibe, or something like that?

Nendou RIki: Oh!? She's still speaking with a bit of an accent, how cute! Saiki Kusuo: It's not an accent, it's gyaru slang.

Teruhashi Kokomi: Fufu, Aiura-san, thank you for yesterday, i gained a bit of courage! (Well, I already knew it, though♪) Aiura Mikoto: Eh...Um? What was it...Ah...That's right!

Teruhashi Kokomi: Yeah, let's hang out after school again♪

Aiura Mikoto: If Terukoko is happy, I'm happy too! Something like that? Aiura Mikoto: (It seems like I became super friends with Terukoko and we might have a chance to hang out, this is the best!

Aiura Mikoto: (Kusuo~! Next time the three of us will go to Sweets Paradise, it's settled~! I'll forgive you this time's favour~) Saiki Kusuo: Good grief, this is incredibly incomprehensible. You can't read a woman's heart even with telepathy... END

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sorry but think about when roman was backing mencken and baby had to listen to all roman’s stupid conservative talking points and she’s just like … uh huh coming from the guy who begs me to fuck him up the ass … and then he gets all upset and whiny

Baby's just silent as if she's listening. Roman thinks he's getting through here. He's not even insanely fucking stupid with it. It's just business. Dems don't get him and his money. And really...nothing happens, not to them. He realized a while ago that his...person, the very hot person he needs for breathing isn't actually just shitting herself with caring about people outside of him and him and each other and the way they exist and also his family. Maybe Frank. So yeah, what Roman will say might hurt - and he doesn't like hurting her. It makes his stomach hurt. But when he frames it as pure business, which…it is, again, Dems and indie libs don't. Waystar's stocks up...whatever, he thinks he's doing fine.

"And this is coming from the guy who begs me to fuck him up the ass?"

She says it simply. Like she's genuinely thinking about whether or not what he's saying is what he's saying and if he's the guy who begs her to fuck him up the ass.

Roman's words stop too fucking quickly. He's silenced, palms up.

"I uh...I-um...ummm. Yeah. I do-don't, I don't see what that has to-" He pulls at his ear, head leaning into his pinch. "I don't see what that has to do with anything. Actually."

He's looking tense - like his soul will fly right out of his body. He scratches the back of his neck over and over and over.

"I'm just - I'm just fucking talking points. What the fuck does you making love to me-like, why are using that right now?"

Baby smiles. She knew it'd piss Roman off, it hurting him was fifty-fifty. She rubs his shoulder. Didn't hurt him too much, just enough to be the one to soothe him. As always.

She kisses his cheek.

"What did I say wrong? I didn't think you that sensitive today."

There's a talking point.

"It's not me being sensitive! What the fuck? You're just using when we make love to throw me off a talking point? It doesn't even matter."

Roman crosses his arms. He doesn't himself the cheek kissing.

"Okay, Rome. If you say so. No ass fucking toni-"

"Stop!"

"Mencken doesn't like the receivers in ass fucking, that I'm sure of. Or...maybe he does? If he's a top. Govermentees like him are either deep in the closet with their dicks in escorts or they're just hate woman but can help marrying them. I can tell hi-"

"My love with you-fuck you! What I do or how I...fuck," Fuck feels too harsh on his tongue. "It has nothing to do with Mencken putting Waystar on top."

"...I top you, but we top America. Again."

Roman looks like an angry child, brows wild in anger and eyes squinty. Baby's too happy. She can barely hide it.

"If you say so."

But Roman does not deny himself her kisses.

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 13

Ah it’s “coordinate with the carpet” day.

John could probably say “2+2=3” and Paul would be like “Oh you're sooo right, John.”

Literally the ADHD antics (jumping over a chair because it’s there and you can and it would be funner than going around) are so relatable.

Ringo putting Zac’s picture up? I don’t know much about him as a dad. Does anyone know? I mean I know part of the reason he and Mo left india was because they missed their kids, and in late 66 when John was making HIWTW and Paul was working on TFW and George was off learning filthy eastern ways, Ringo stayed home and ‘enjoyed the baby’. Was he a really good dad?

John: I really liked how that lead singer was singing so soft and nice. Paul: like this, John? Like this? John? John, look at me, do you like this?

Literally why are you even there, Yoko. Like, genuinely, not for the bands sake or anything, but for your own sake, go find somewhere else to be! Something, something, one of the few ways to find success as a woman was to attach yourself to a man and she was hustling with the best feminist tools available okay, okay. Ugh, I just don't know if I could stomach it.

I heard John say “Rickie and the Red Streaks” and I was like, ummm, did you mean “Suzie and the Red Stripes”? But apparently it’s a real band. They were in the same Cavern show as the Beatles when they came back from Hamburg but never made it big. And Paul was purposely referencing them with Linda's pretend band because, as he said, he would have been happy to just have been them instead of the Beatles. 

“John, can you take a little bit of bass off your guitar?” The faces. Paul told him to take some bass off a minute ago, didn't he? Or he just knows how much John hates to be told that. Anyway it's the silent communication for me.

Paul: *stops his little wordless moan-singing for two seconds*. John: Everybody had a wet drea–SING, Paul! Paul: Ooohh yeah! He’s sooo happy I’m melting. Paul McCartney wants one thing in this life, and it’s for John Lennon to tell him to sing.

“He would’ve been president, you know.” John, bless your naive, lovely heart. 

Paul: shrieking. John: moves the microphone the way a mom takes the sharpie out of her toddler’s hand. 

“If you can get ‘em off Mimi’s wall.” I have a hard time with Mimi. Sometimes she’s adorable. Sometimes she’s horrible. I really can’t get a read. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe John couldn’t either. 

This moment. My little ND baby. Someone just hit your g spot, didn’t they? But to be fair, it is incredibly impressive. Billy has never heard the song before, and he just jumps in with the perfect fill? I love Billy. So talented, such a cutie, so cool, so kind. And look at him. Having such a good time.

The silent communication again here. “Are you hearing this?” “Yeah, baby, I’m hearing this.” Then, John vocalizes the decision. How many Beatles decisions were made like this? Thinking specifically of Brian's account of their decision for him to manage, but probably this happened constantly. 

Yoko reading “The Beatles Complete History”. I love that she’s like, “Everything John tells me is ‘Paul this, Paul that, wah, wah, wah’. I need to get some cold hard facts.” 

Billy’s piano actually is insanely sexy though.

John: *complains about his rock and roll finger* Paul, turning up the scouse: Come on, son, now try your hardest. John continues, soft, needy' Lookie, look at him. *holding up his finger* Paul, genuine: Ah, I know. I just love the different ways they take care of each other. 

Poor George, dissociating himself into another dimension as John’s crooning about Paul’s eating habits. Look. At. How. He’s. Looking. At. Him. You’d think Paul was in that moment creating the heavens and the earth. Nope. Just rocking back and forth like a catatonic, probably getting crumbs all in his greasy beard.

But seriously HOW is everyone in this room watching these two men, taking in to account all of their behaviors, scream "All I want is you!" at each other and not forcing them immediately into either fucking or therapy or both?!

Ringo’s holey pocket, my beloved. 

The guy with the RP accent and the suit coming up to John like the bad guy in every American children’s movie. “I’ve spoken to Mr. Klein.” Dun, dun, dun.