#united states of annoying everyone else

[starriskiesstuff]

at this point we should seriously give every other country an electoral vote. really, they all deserve it with how much anything the us does is going to end up becoming their problem.

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

i know i shouldnt be suprised but sinners being out for less than a week and already tumblr is fandomifying and 'poor wet pathetic cat'-ifying the main white man villain of the movie is so... disapointing??? like did the fucking point of the movie really go over your heads that badly or are you just willingly ignorant and stupid?

AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS; im not saying you cant like remmick, he's a very interesting character, a great villain, and jack o'connell gave a great performance playing him, nor do i care if you think hes sexy, I think hes sexy

but i think to come out of a movie where vampires serve as a metaphor for how black american communities have the life sucked out of them by white people via cultural appropriation (remmick wanting to use sammie's gift to summon his own ancestors) and forced assimilation (all the turned vampires singing and dancing along with remmick's irish folk song and dance juxtaposed with the blend of cultures during sammie's song in the juke joint) and for your main take away to be 'aww the main villain is just a misunderstood sadboy' or 'idc abt the atrocities he looked sexy doing them (when the atrocities in question were racism)' then youre just being so disengenuous and antithetical to the whole point of the film?

and dont come at me with the 'let people enjoy things' bullshit, sinners is a movie FUNDAMENTALLY about racism and racial dynamics in the united states, and i do think focusing on your little y/n x [whiteboy of the month] fics and 'hes so babygirl' posts do actually stunt your own critical engagement with the message this movie was trying to convey to its audience

i think its also a disservice to remmick's character; the moral nuance that comes to light when you consider his position as an irish immigrant to the US, a victim of the colonialist british empire just like the black main cast (although in a very different way) and how, whilst his desire to reclaim his ancestry and heritage is understandable and even relatable, his pursuit of sammie and willingness to kill literally everyone else at the juke joint is allegorical for how, regardless of their own marginalisation, white people will prey upon and steal from black culture(s) and destroy/disenfranchise black communities to serve their own interests, and the movie is NOT subtle about this either, delta slim literally lays it out for us "white folks like the blues just fine, they just don't like the people who make them"

idk im yelling into the void here, the ppl im complaining about are never going to give a shit about racism or even just critically engaging with art when theres a new cute whiteboy to write fluff and angst about, but its just soooo annoying to see, yet again, how fandom spaces, which SHOULD be about uplifing and celebrating art in all its diversity and complexity, once again is nothing more than people ignoring anything that actually makes them have to confront reality and filing off the serial numbers to slot characters into pre-determined fanon molds so they can pump out incorrect quotes and coffee shop AUs en masse until the media iliterate heat death of the universe

[mixingandmelting]

Hey! So kinda new here but I LOVED your take on how they would react to their s/o thinking Damian's adorable. Everytime he comes up I get in full protective older sister mode and it is so hard to find fics like that (kinda thinking about writing it myself). But I would really love to see how do you think it would be for Damian to meet his brothers' partners and actually get along with them.

All his life he's been mostly surrounded by terribly traumatized people who seem to be allergic to express their feelings (most of the times at least), it's always been hard for him to actually be a kid. So I think that maybe meeting a person he can trust, is kind of mentally stable and just fun to talk to would actually allow him to let his guard down a bit. Not saying he would act fully like a child bc you know ✨️trauma✨️ but idk I guess it would be interesting to see him feeling safe and not needing to prove himself or put on the whole "I'm not a kid" act

Anyway, english is not my first language so I do apologize if that paragraph is just a big mess and hopefully you could actually understand my rambling, sorry about that too.

A/N: treating it as a prequel to the aforementioned post here!

w/ Dick:

He heard about you. From Oracle, Steph, Tim, even Jon. Yet despite what they told him, he held no expectations for you. Just with Starfire, he saw you as temporary, a flame soon to be put out like his brother’s other exes. 

And he made sure to let you, meeting you for the first time in the Manor when the two of you coincidentally are left alone to chill in the living room on your day visiting the place. 

“I hope you realize you’re not Richard’s first nor will you be his last.” The teen states. His eyes never leave the page he’s currently on regarding the etiology of cows as he sits on the couch across from you. 

“And?” 

…And? 

He continues to insult you, questioning if you were truly unable to comprehend what he’s trying to get at only to suddenly find himself debating with you about what Batcow’s breed could possibly be. 

“You can’t rule out all dairy cattle when certain breeds are also brought to the slaughter house.” 

“That’s true but considering her size, she would be leaning towards beef cattle. Also there are certain breeds that have the red and white coat like hers.” 

How it happens, he doesn’t know. Especially when his goal was to exert his superiority, doing everything he can to get under your skin to show he’s above you. But you don’t bat an eyelash to anything he says. Rather, you’re wanting to know more about him, responding to him how you would respond to anyone else who is similar age as you. 

And it seems like he isn’t the only one to have realized how quickly he’s gotten comfortable with you once you got dragged out for a “girls talk” by the girls. Whatever that is. 

“I thought you didn’t want to get along?” Dick asks, entering the room and plopping himself right next to the youngest Bat. 

“More like your s/o is either non-human or can manipulate the mind.” Damian scowls and swats at the offending hand that attempts to ruffle his hair. 

But even without the knowing smirk the eldest shoots at him, he knows that isn’t the case. 

So when you promise you’d bake sweets whenever the two of you meet, he takes you up for it. Now he uses it to his advantage to annoy his older sibling whenever he comes over to visit, enjoying how the eldest son of the family miserably sulks for having your attention taken away from him. 

w/ Jason:

It’s either you’re a saint or lacking a brain. That’s what he assumes when the eldest of the family yells to everyone in the Batcave that their second oldest brother, the trouble-maker and black sheep of the family, had finally found himself a significant other.

He most definitely didn’t expect you to be… collected and reserved when he casually breaks into Todd’s unit to demand for assistance (it’s not him needing help), only for his eyes to meet wide and surprise yours. 

“Who are you?”

“Uh, I should be the one to say that to you.  Not the other way around buddy.”

Shots are fired, both sides fully suspicious of each other with him trying to exert dominance while you manage to counter and land hits of your own in the battle of words. And to the bitter end, he will never admit how he’s thrown off guard and has his pride extremely hurt at the very start, your eyes’ glint and your voice vocalizing recognition as whom, what Todd apparently refers to him as, “the pain in the ass” before he was able to realize you’re the s/o Richard had been talking about (the argument he gives later on after gloating to family how he was the first to actually to meet you was how he didn’t think Todd would be dating someone normal considering all his history with others and hook-ups). 

As it should be known when putting two stubborn people in the same room, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why he sits down at the table and drinks the cup of tea you place in front of him. The one that you made in the midst of the verbal argument which “only” you refuse to back down despite there already being a winner. Not because you give him snacks and you’re decent with steeping tea with loose leaf tea. 

The argument shifts to gossiping, and soon, Jason arrives while the two of you spill the tea with each other regarding the latest Batfamily’s love-drama. 

“Oh, you’re back!” 

The way Damian nearly does a double take at the sight of the man genuinely smiling with joy, captivation, and enamor though it only lasts for a second at him noticing who else was sitting at the table with you. He’s glad to say the least he’s able to find someone he could gossip about his family’s dilemma with romance while gleefully able to get at the man for all the times his buttons were pushed. 

w/ Tim:

Trust Drake to keep you hidden for this long, successfully in completely masking your presence from the whole family. He didn’t even know you existed, nonetheless Drake having a significant other in general,  leaving him to quite literally not have an opinion on you. 

The only way he finds out is the person in question kissing who he now knows is you purely by accident where the two of you were in the middle of a date and he was subbing in for patrol. He had the biggest grin when witnessing all this as he realized he just got his hand on his nemesis’ biggest weakness (he does make a face at the public display of affection though). And what better way to cement it by finding out more about you. 

As per tradition, the first thing he does is follow you to where you live. Then proceed to break in and wait for you to come home the following week. 

“You’re Drake’s significant other?” 

“What the fuc-fudge, why is there a kid in my apartment?!” 

He gets fed up and presses harder with the interrogation as you won’t stop calling him kid, kiddo, bud, and worst of all: sport. He’ll give it to you how you don’t easily bend to peer-pressure, keeping the playing field even and leveled where you ask him back questions of your own. But he doesn’t fall for your tactics to sidetrack him when offering refreshments and beverages. 

What’s your relation with Timothy Jackson Drake, how long have you known him, where did you meet him. The strange part is how you answer them truthfully. Sure you keep to the barebones, which he would ask a follow up if he deems as “important” but now he’s questioning Drake’s tastes in people, wondering if the latter is into those without awareness. 

“You do realize you’re giving out information to someone you just met, right?” He crosses his arms, an eyebrow raised. It’s not out of concern for the two of you, he’s merely mocking how weak the relationship seems to be. He tilts his head when you suddenly look sheepish, almost bashful. 

“Well…about that…” 

It’s starting then things don’t go as planned. One, you had already known about him as the “demon spawn” who had taken the position of Robin.  And two, the two of you start bonding over knowing your BF’s most humiliating moments.

It gives Damian the greatest satisfaction to see how his sibling’s facial expression falls into horror as he slams the door open only to see him in the middle of writing notes on the one story of how he attempted to skate through the rain to impress you and fail.

[andhumanslovedstories]

you think often of how nurses should speak and relate to patients, and i highly appreciate knowing you put this kind of thought in and share it with other nurses. but as someone who often occupies the patient position, i'm curious if you have any thoughts on ways for patients to interact with nurses, when we are in decent enough control of our faculties to make choices about that. i would like this knowledge from both an altruistic perspective in recognizing nursing is difficult and not wanting to voluntarily make it difficulter, and a wholly self interested position of knowing nurses who like interacting with me give better care. what helps as a professional and as a person?

I'm surprised how much I had to think about this question. What do I want patients to do? I don't know. A lot of it is basic human decency, some of it is specific to my nursing workflow, but overall I find it complicated saying what patients "should" do. I cut out about 500 words of navel gazing from this post explaining why. Here are answers I've come up, in no order and not of equal importance.

--a lot of it is basic "polite interaction with another person in a professional setting." If you're asking this question, you probably care about treating people well in general. If you wouldn't say it to a barista, would you say it to your nursing tech?

--don't do joke answers to basic orientation questions like "what's your name" and "where are you right now", because it's annoying to have to clarify if you're actually confused or if you're fucking with me. I know they're annoying. Just answer correctly so we can move on.

--have some flexibility and patience. Hospitals have a lot of moving parts, and each person interacting with you has other patients that also need care. My hospital and state has mandated nursing ratios. The maximum amount of patients I've had in one assignment is five. Other hospitals have far less protection, and nurses may have six, eight, twelve other patients. Our respiratory therapists each cover multiple units. One CNA might cover the entire floor. I know if melatonin is the difference between you sleeping or not sleeping, it is very frustrating for someone to bring it late. I just ask you keep in mind that there's dozens of reasons that might happen besides someone ignoring you.

--help us help you. If you can lift your arm up for me to put a blood pressure cuff on, why are you holding your arm completely limp so it's like putting pants on a toddler than doesn't want to get dressed? If you can help roll yourself in bed, help us roll you. If your IV is beeping, hit the call light so someone can come turn it off. If you don't have urgency issues and you can tell you're going to need to go to the bathroom soon, call before it's an emergency. If your IV hurts when I give you medication at 8 pm, tell me then, not when I'm trying to give you your midnight antibiotic and all the evening staff have already gone home.

--if you don't understand how something works in the hospital (what happens when you hit the call light, how often are people going to take your vital signs, why can't I get up and walk around the room), just ask. It's really easy for people who work in a hospital every day to forget other people aren't familiar with it.

--don't treat doctors noticeably better than you treat everyone else.

--pet peeve number one: if I give you pills in a med cup, you can just use the med cup to get the pills to your mouth. You don't need to pour the pills into the palm of your hand and then pop them into your mouth. You're gonna drop the pills, and I'm gonna end up on the floor looking for a tiny tablet of dilaudid.

--bundle requests, especially low-importance ones. If you ask for crackers and you know crackers make you thirsty, just request your drink at the same time. Don't make me walk to your room, the nutrition room, and your room again ten minutes later.

--I don't expect people in the hospital to be pleasant all the time, and I don't take snappiness personally, but I always really appreciate the patients who apologize or even just acknowledge their behavior.

--I love patients who acknowledge my work. I don't need effusive praise or a thousand thank yous. It means a lot for someone to just be like "hey, thanks for your help tonight."

--have patience with repeating yourself. If you've got something important and complicated to convey, practice a quick understandable blurb that takes no brain power from you. There may be something that you've told the staff a dozen times, and it may be documented in your chart, but in the hospital you see many people who have never worked with you before and for whatever reason didn't read that info in your chart. For example, I'm a float pool nurse which means I almost never see the same patients twice. I can get sent to a different unit and a different patient load at literally any time. I can't familiarize myself with complicated documentation or read every nursing note. Especially not for patients I know I will only have for four hours. I know repeating yourself is annoying, I know it sucks to have to explain your bathroom routine or your preferred pain med or when you like to get pills or whatever every shift. And it's great when people make that information very easy to find! But if you just accept the reality you'll be repeating yourself a lot anyway, it makes doing so less frustrating.

--pet peeve number two: don't exaggerate to make a point. This is such a human thing to do, and god knows I catch myself doing it all the time, but you can raise objections in a way that's factually true. I've got a lot of concrete data that people are very often wrong when they say they're been "waiting for hours" after hitting a call light. The computer has a time stamp of the last time I was in your room. I know it was 45 minutes ago. There's a timer by the call light. I know you called twenty minutes ago. And I know it feels much longer when you are waiting for basic cares or pain control or anything pressing. Things can be unacceptable without needing to be exaggerated. When the exaggeration is the base of your complaint, it undercuts your credibility. Honestly I find it really irritating when I spend a disproportionate amount of my shift with one patient only for that patient to tell another staff member that I've been neglecting them. Just say I did a bad job, don't pretend I wasn't there at all.

--don't ask me to pull my mask down so you can see my face. like cmon dude.

--I'm not saying you have to send all your visitors out of the room when I'm there, I'm just saying have some sympathy for how nerve-wracking it can be to do your job while being intensely watched by five other deeply invested people with limited context for your actions.

--this is a nebulous and difficult one. You might have a lot of emotion that you don't know what to do with. What you shouldn't do with it is channel it into every interaction you have with a healthcare worker. If you feel guilty about how you haven't visited your mother in a while and now she's in the hospital, you gotta find ways to deal that don't involve getting extremely passive aggressive at your mother's night nurse.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Love the drabble idea!! Could you do “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about “ with our swiss boy Nico

Drabble Challenge Drabble Masterlist

"We've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about"

Nico has never been scared to show his emotions, in fact Twitter is constantly reminding him or the comments on his latest Instagram post about his "soft brown eyes." It was one of the things you liked about him first was how he wasn't afraid to show everyone in the world what he was feeling, including how he felt about you. He was in love with you, and he had this deep need to always be in some type of contact you. Especially since you've been friends since he moved to the United States and just became a couple at the end of last season. Somehow Nico convinced you to go home with him for the summer, or at least for however long you could without being fired form your job.

Somehow over those few weeks you became embedded with each-other. Nico was never more than an arm length away. None of his family or friends chirped you all, they found it enduring that Nico found someone he cared about so much. However it's been less than 24 hours since you've been home from Switzerland and not a single person from the team hasn't said something about the fact that you haven't left Nico's lap since you got to the bar.

"Hey Y/N you know you got a seat next to ya?' Jack asked giving you both a hard time.

"and your point being? Oh Jacky are you jealous cause I give my boyfriend attention and the last three girls you hit on in the hour we've been here rejected you?" you easily tease him back earning a face from him that says "fuck you" and laughs from around the table.

No one said anything else to you to the rest of the night, although you could tell that in the tiny bar stool Nico was getting uncomfortable with you sitting on him. Trying to make it better you shift your weight but then you felt uncomfortable and squashed. After a few more minutes you had to go to the bathroom anyway. Nico was busy talking to Jesper about something, so you tried slipping out of his grasp without much attention. But you failed when he stopped mid-sentence turning to gently asking "what's wrong lovie"

"nothin' just gotta go to the bathroom."

Without even thinking he excuses himself from Jesper and tells you he's coming with you. Usually when Nico acted like his you would make fun of him for being overprotective and make some sassy comment about how you are capable of peeing by yourself. Instead you felt your stomach irrupt in butterflies and your cheeks blush as you nodded your head yes.

After quickly using the bathroom you found Nico standing outside waiting for you. He quickly pulled you back into his embrace and instead of jokingly swatting him away you welcomed the embrace. That was when he realized your biggest nightmare came true. "You know Y/N we've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about." His toothy grin full on his face as he waited for your reaction.

All you did was lean up and steal a quick peak "yeah but it's not annoying when it's us." Taking his hand and pulling a laughing Nico back towards his teammates.

[kaytheday]

Things that were a Culture Shock for Dallas Winston from New York to Tulsa

Being able to see the stars for the first time. He is so surprised about how full the sky is, not that he would ever tell anybody that.

No public transportation (there is no way baby Dally ever learned how to drive and no way that he has a drivers lisence now) Buck probably taught him to drive.

He probably misses the subway and hates the bus system that Tulsa operates under (which is why he’s stealing Bucks car all the time).

Lowkey the rats. He is probably overestimating quite how much vermin there is.

The first time Darry caught him stuffing a towel in the sink drain at like 10:00 pm before they go to a drag race he was very confused.

"Why are you doing that Dal?"

"I’m planning on sleeping here tonight and if you don't keep these things plugged up when you go to bed you're gonna have a full rat invasion on your hands. They can get through pipes smaller than these you know Darrel.”

"Ratvasion up in here!"

"Shut up Two-Bit!"

Streets with nobody on them and less crowded spaces in general. Dallas is constantly asking where all the people are. Everyone else just keeps telling him that this is a normal amount of people?

Another thing that I think about is how Dallas was probably on high alert right after he moved. He was constantly used to the noise and the fighting and he was pretty paranoid about people following him and things like that because of the crime he was involved with in the city.

He was jumpy and always ready for a fight. He also thought that most of the neighborhoods in Tulsa were run by gangs. They are not (if anything they are loosely run)

The prices of things? In New York things are just more expensive. This is why he is always treating Johnny and Ponyboy because he sees that paying for three people in Tulsa is as much as paying for himself in New York.

Also the first time he got paid for barrel racing by Buck he thought he was getting gypped because it didn't seem like a lot compared to what he was getting in New York. He literally almost punched Buck's teeth out on the spot.

The accent. He would always get annoyed with how slow people talked.

"Come on! Spit it out and get to the point! I don't got all day!" He's done this on many occasions to store cashiers, people at the bar, and so many others. He gets so sick of waiting for them to say their bit.

Also the southern manners piss him off as well. He hates responding to ‘how are you?’ Or the stupid ‘have a nice day’. He’s complained more than once on the unnecessary small talk and manners.

This could also be why he comes off as rude and cold to Ponyboy especially and many others. He is blunt and says what’s on his mind and he hates small talk and unnecessary interactions. (as most New Yorkers do!) He will almost always cut an interaction short doing anything he can to get out of it. This is often what differentiates him from other southern hoods.

New Yorkers talk fast and they use a lot of complicated slang that the rest of the United States doesn't use. A lot of people get confused when he's talking to them and we know how Dallas is easily frustrated.

"I've been schleppin' your stuff around all day Buck, it's brick out 'ere and I come home to this Schlock? I gotta go lie down!" (love you and your New Yorker accent Dallas 🥰)

Let me know if you guys have any more. I love this concept.

This is inspired by some tags left on a post by @damthosefandoms

[jukesjoint]

I don’t know man. I loved how tonight was emphasised throughout Sinners. It was so subtle, like going in blind to watch it and not realising it was only going to be the one night where they all live to feel free even just for a moment. How being free for Black people meant only having to experience that when no one else can really see.

And having the night to be able to experience that because a lot of us consider the night time to be a time, a place where you are not judged for anything. Not your mannerisms, your skin colour, how you talk because it’s still, slow. The emphasis on night (tonight) was, to me, foreshadowing how you are only ever going to get the chance to feel like nothing’s wrong. I also feel like it has to do with the fact that the night, that night in particular was hiding something they all didn’t know was going to happen.

I researched about it more and came across an excerpt from Freedom in the Night Antebellum Slave Life After Dark (Smith, 2017). There was a different way that slaves practised their nightly activities than during the day. There was a lot of rules, they could not really socialise with anyone else and, obviously, seen as less than so they don’t have the privilege to promenade, share stories, or laughter.

The ruling class, whites, made sure they didn’t get to experience a lot of goodness during the day. And how the day was a time where you couldn’t be how you wanted to be. So little things like Pearline getting eaten out, Mary being able to be in a space where integration was welcomed (in the dark), and her relationship with Stack. They blossomed into something that would’ve never happened if it was day time.

It also applies to the scene of Sammie singing I Lied to You, how every culture from past to present to future was pulled into one space. Being able to practise it without the watchful eye of the white man. The song also plays a role in how activities in the dark are essentially lies. It gave slaves a sense of serenity, but that wasn’t going to last long. The famous lyric that goes, “Somebody take me in your arms tonight,” (there’s that word again!); singing it at night, the atmosphere enveloping everyone who worked and had a fake persona during the day by force into its arms. It was basically telling them that you’re safe and free to do as you please tonight, but only tonight.

(I’m annoying, but I have so many theories these are just few) And fire being a huge part of how the night plays out. Fire was seen as a form of rebellion. I thought of it as a cleanse of being able to be a human being during the night, but also being able to experience some form of warmth (sunlight) and still feel free at the same time. “By perusing the available narratives of the formerly enslaved, I found many harnessed the natural light from fire as a mechanism for resistance or protection (song sequence with Miles character, Sammie). But it was also seen as a form of violence too. The play with fire in this movie is incredible because fire cleansed them of Remmick, of their souls finally being free and released to rest by the sun.

I just think Ryan Coogler is a visionary who understands how to symbolise something at the right time. He’s pretty much prompting us to read more, which I’m all for because I love it hence this terrifyingly long essay of word vomit that people won’t pay attention to, but the observation I did of it. It’s so stellar.

References

A Meditation on Natural Light and the Use of Fire in the United States Slavery

Freedom in the Night Antebellum Slave Life After Dark

[blainehasregrets]

Masterlist of every single Mike and Kurt/Chummel Moment + thoughts and observations

Currently incomplete…will update as I come across any

Season 1

Preggers: Mike is seen during the dance practice for Single Ladies. We can only assume this was the most fun he ever had in his life up until that point and it awakened something inside of him which caused him to join the glee club which forever changed the trajectory of his life.

Vitamin D: Mike attempts to tickle Kurt at the end of It’s My Life/These Are My Confessions II. Or something of that nature. Very cute to me since Kurt had just been standing away from the other boys not interacting.

Throwdown: When Kurt says they do an awful lot of showtunes, Mike smiles in agreement. Kurt sighs when Will tells Mike his pop and locking isn’t what they’re looking for. United in disappointment for Will. Also in Sue’s kids together I think that counts…side note I really love the Kurt and Matt interactions in Hate On Me very very cute.

Wheels: Along with Tina, Artie, and Mercedes, Mike is seen with Kurt before the competition, presumably to support him. Otherwise he could have been sitting with everyone else…

Ballad: They stand next to and point to each during Lean On Me.

Mattress: They stand next to each other for the yearbook picture…sort of…

Hell-O: Despite being initially annoyed by Rachel’s performance of Gives You Hell, he looks impressed by Mike’s dancing and only joins in with everyone else after that.

The Power Of Madonna: They sit next to each other during Express Yourself. They stand next to each other during What It Feels Like For A Girl.

Home: They sit next to each other during the first glee club meeting this episode and Kurt passes some music sheets over to Mike.

Bad Reputation: Kurt sits behind Mike and Matt. I’m counting this.

Theatricality: Mike, along with Artie, is one of the only boys to clap for the girls and Kurt after Bad Romance. Not exactly a Real moment but Harry/“Mike” was also apart of the performance of this song when they did it on tour.

Journey to Regionals: they are…near each other when they’re at Will’s house for the first annual New Directions Regionals Setlist Nominations Party (they never had this party ever again.)

Season 2

Audition: They’re near each other several times during Empire State of Mind. Kurt, along with Mercedes and Tina, high fives Mike while he spins around during What I Did For Love.

Britney/Brittany: Not a Murt moment but Mike did not seem to be into the idea of doing Britney songs…Mike and Tina look over at Kurt when he says Will’s choice in music isn’t easy to relate to as teens... Mike tries not to laugh when Kurt tells Will off…

Grilled Cheesus: Mike pats Kurt’s shoulder after they all find out about Burt. They sit next to each other when Finn talks about finding god.

Duets: Mike, along with Tina and Brittany, helps Kurt with his Le Jazz Hot performance‼️ He’s one of the backup dancers. Kurt is perplexed by Mike’s singing in Sing! Mike smiles during Happy Days are Here Again/Get Happy…invested in Kurt’s happiness…

Rocky Horror Glee Show: They sit next to each other during one of the rehearsals.

Never Been Kissed: Kurt sits next to Mike when Will tells him the join the boys for the girls vs boys competition. Mike looks up when Puck tells Kurt to go bother the other show choirs, and looks at Finn, surprised, when Kurt says fine.

The Substitute: they run around the paino during Forget You. I mean all the boys did but Kurt is right behind Mike…

Furt: Mike, along with Artie, stands up to Karofsky for Kurt‼️ He tells Karofsky they’re serious and this is a warning, slams his locker, and tells him to back off. Mike shakes his head when Kurt announces he’s transferring. So devastated he was speechless.

Special Education: Mike enjoys the performance of Hey Soul Sister yes I’m counting this.

A Very Glee Christmas: Mike wears a scarf while walking in the halls with Tina and Mercedes. I can only assume this is an homage to Kurt and not because it’s winter.

Silly Love Songs: Mike, along with Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel, smile and are proud of Kurt when he introduces the Warblers at Breadstix.

Night of Neglect: Kurt and Blaine stand up to clap for Mike’s performance.

Born This Way: Mike shakes his head disapprovingly when Figgins brings Karofsky to the glee club. Mike cheers for Kurt when he transfers back in. I think that’s his voice saying “we back!” at the end of this scene.

Rumours: Mike whispers in Kurt’s ear during the last song to take away Sam’s guitar.

Prom Queen: Tina tells Mike she feels so bad for Kurt and Mike looks at Kurt forlornly.

Okay that’s all I got from my notes … from now on I’ll be relying on memory and my livetweet thread for moments but I’ll go back to this when I rewatch seasons 3+ 📝

Season 3

I Am Unicorn: Mike says Kurt only has one move and “It’s like this…sashay. And it’s super distracting.”

I Kissed A Girl: Mike votes for Kurt for class president‼️🗳️ I always consider this a pretty big Murt moment since arguably Mike should have been closer to Brittany. He didn’t even hesitate either ♥️

Extradordinary Merry Christmas: Mike looks at Kurt while Artie describes his holiday special idea.

Heart: They sit at the same lunch table. They don’t interact or look at each other at all but I’m writing it down anyway. They both dance for Artie’s song for Sugar, next to each other a few times.

On My Way: Sit next to each other when Will asks what they’re looking forward to in the future.

Big Brother: Sit next to each other when the group is discussing senior ditch day ideas. Sit next to each other during Cooper’s Acting Masterclass. There’s a considerable distance between their chairs but that’s only because if they sat too close together the force of their magnetic chemistry would destroy the choir room.

Dance with Somebody: Mike is incredibly invested in the Klaine drama.

Goodbye: Mike closeup during I Remember. Their dads high five at graduation. Yes. I’m counting this too.

Season 4

Thanksgiving: Mike says he knows Blaine has been texting Kurt, but Kurt won’t text back. While this might seem like a Bike moment, there is Murt there for those with the eyes to see...

Wonder-ful. They hug when Kurt comes back. ‼️ and Kurt is holding on Mike and Mercedes’ arms as they skip into the choir room together omg ♥️ They sit next to each other during I Wish, and Mike tells Kurt the performance will work to increase Jake’s confidence for Nationals (I think?) and then asks where Mercedes is. They talk to Mercedes about her CD’s photoshoot, and share a look at the end of the scene. Kurt smiles when Mike says he knows what Mercedes meant when she’s talking all LA. Kurt tells him not to change the wording when Mike says hell to the yes. When Mike asks Blaine about the vaporub thing with Tina Kurt gets annoyed and yells “this doesn’t matter!!!”. Why are they wearing nearly the exact same outfit during Superstition. They sit together during Higher Ground. It seems they sit together quite a few times this episode but I don’t feel like rewatching it outside of YouTube clips yet to figure out how many times. Lots of hater energy in the air for this one which is devastating for the Murt community given how significant this episode is to the Murt universe but whatever. It’s called playful banter. In general what a win for MikecedesKurt fans…drgaf about Blaine’s involvement here….

Season 5

New Directions: Kurt looks at Mike during Party All The Time. When they’re clapping for Becky at graduation, Mike looks over at Kurt. I’m so sorry this is all I’ve got at the moment.

Thoughts and Observations and Miscellaneous

While never confirmed (though I wouldn’t say it’s such a stretch to say it’s implied?) I do like the idea that Mike and Matt joined glee club specifically because they had so much fun during the Single Ladies dance. (This is where it gets more headcanon-y) Which means Kurt is basically the reason they joined glee club. In Journey to Regionals, Mike says that before glee, he was too scared to dance outside of his room, and so by melding together Mike’s two passions, Kurt was able to help Mike overcome that fear…

I like how much Mike loves the glee club. Not in it for ulterior motives, never leaves or wavers in his support, he was just in it for the love of the game until the very end.

I think there’s something kind of sweet how Mike is one of Kurt’s backup dancers in Le Jazz Hot, despite the fact that he’s also a guy and they make it a point in the episode that singing with Kurt might as well be a death sentence. I mean yes it sort of only exists because the song called for backup dancers and they weren’t going to dwell too long on why it’s okay for guys to dance with Kurt but not sing with him but Regardless…this + Mike standing up for Kurt goes to show he CARES♥️ When Rachel says there are 12 people who love him, Mike confirmed for being one of them for sure…

Speaking of, with Mike joining Le Jazz Hot, clapping for the girls + Kurt during Bad Romance (+ being apart of the song during tour. If you can count that. Which I will.), and being excited to play Frank-N-Furter and only pulling out when his parents said he couldn’t, all these things read to me as if Mike didn’t seem too hung on having such rigid views of masculinity like Finn or the other guys had. I think that’s something Kurt would appreciate idk.

MIKE AND KURT CHUU HEART DO IT!!!!!!!

During Britney/Brittany Mike is decidedly not for Britney week as he pretends to fall asleep at the idea of it. A bit surprising…still as I wrack my brain for members who were closest to Kurt at this time and would join his Facebook campaign, I think it would be Mercedes, Tina, Artie (yes, Artie, they were friends in season 1, though he looked annoyed when Kurt first started talking…he’s hyped for Britney), and Rachel (I believe Kurt accepted her friend request after the events of Hairography). Brittany is possibly the closest to Kurt after that but she clearly was not into the idea of Britney week so I don’t think she would join just because, and I don’t see Quinntana joining either, Santana out of solidarity for Brittany and I just don’t see Quinn or any of the other boys joining, so I’ve decided Tina made Mike join. This is a very stupid paragraph so please disregard what you just read.

Though Mike’s not really given much of a character, a trait of his that stands out to me the most is that he’s MESSY he loves DRAMA and sometimes he’ll even instigate it himself (getting mad at Beiste even though he’s the one who told Tina about the whole thing in NBK, happily joining in the food fight in TPPP, throwing papers aggressively at Finn and Puck in The Substitute, confirming to Sam that the song is called Trouty Mouth in Original Songs, and his general behavior in DWS) and so I think Kurt and him could have fun gossiping perhaps.

They’re both Rachel fanboys ig (Kurt: his entire character. Mike: saying Finchel is the winning guarantee in New York, what he says to Tina in props). They can bond over that.

Just realizing they’re probably called chummel actually…I changed the title but I love the purposeful ugliness of Murt

The fact that this edit exists. Beautiful amazing 10/10. My review:

[basofy]

Hey like, ignorant USAmerican here. Im trying to understand the situation going on in Venezuela and since, well, you live there, I'd like to hear ur voice. The actions of Maduro seem really indefensible but I worry about the US governments involvement in the opposition. I can't exactly do anything but it seems like the Venezuelan people are stuck between a rock and a hard place. I pray for your safety and that your land doesn't become a vassal state for the USA.

hello, i appreciate you reaching out to me to know more. the issues we are going through now don't really have anything to do with the usa, or probably not at the extremely big scale that annoying people online are saying. the opposition candidates we are rooting for (María Corina and Edmundo) are simply trying to prove the legitimacy of the votes in which Edmundo ended up with 70% in favor in contrast to Maduro who got 30%, i think the number in favor of Edmundo has even been going higher now that they're registering more votes.

on the day of the elections, me and everyone i know were watching reports of how the elections were going in other states, we watched as all the votes were being counted and Edmundo was proclamed winner in every state. there are recordings of the government attempting to steal the boxes (some did get stolen) and mistreating and even killing civilians for it. María Corina stated that the priority right now is protecting the votes and that's all she's asked from the country as of now (aside from some peaceful concentrations in places where she's spoken). venezuelans of all areas, of all economic classes have been protesting agaisnt Maduro, which i think is really good to note because, we used to be extremely divided in between people who opposed chavismo and people who wanted it, but lately the number of people opposing it has been really high, to the point that symbols of chavismo like statues and posters have been getting ruined everywhere by the people. even people who used to depend on what the government gave them (because Maduro created a situation where many people of low resources had to either put their trust and love in Maduro waiting to get something good out of it (and not even that good) or starve) realized they didn't want to depend on him anymore. nobody wants to 'just survive' anymore. this has been going on for 25 years, my country and my people have been deeply hurt. people are tired. and Maduro's mandate didn't even start in a fair way either, he has been commiting fraud everytime, the difference being now that people are more united and also more tired than before.

as for what you might've heard regarding USA i think you might have been seeing the people who say that the opposition is a bunch of cia leaders led by the US who only want Venezuela's resources. look i'm not saying the USA doesn't suck or that our resources aren't very preyed on, but that isn't what is happening here. it's a problem inside our country, it's a problem of people wanting their vote to be respected, who have had to fight for it and oppose the regime and the police and the military and risk their life for it. people have been getting abused and even kidnapped and tortured for protesting.

i would like to mention that people with the ideology that the opposition is an us backed coup have been dehumanizing us venezuelans to no end and refuse to listen to us. they don't know the reality of venezuela as of now and don't want us to explain it to them and put every excuse possible for it. it's just a bunch of people who talk about politics like it's videogames. they talk like every person opposing Maduro is a privileged white person when most of the people fighting right now are from the poorer areas of the country, the people they are suppossedly 'defending'. they feel more betrayed than everybody else does.

if USA is only supporting us for our resources rn i'm honestly unaware and wouldn't be surprised but as i said that isn't the issue at hand rn, and chavismo and Maduro have been profiting off our resources all these years leaving the people with nothing so thats to keep in mind. the disaster you fear the usa might do has already been done by chavismo

i would also like to mention that the supposed numbers in favor of Maduro don't even match with the amount of people protesting. all the people protesting outside aren't in his favor, and he has been suppressing every demostration of opposition with police brutality.

as for María Corina i can't say i 100% trust her, for different reasons, but she seems more ready than past figures of the opposition have been and has managed to unite the country alongside Edmundo, the people have hope and are willing to give it their all and i don't want the rest of the world to ignore this.

we are indeed in between the sword and the wall here but it's because this is a chance that we really need, not because of the USA preying on us but because we just want to be free from chavismo and Maduro once and for all.

unfortunately it's hard to find good articles in english about this but i've found some trustworthy posts in instagram that very well summarize about what is going on, you might want to look at them

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[unlikeable-female-character]

What are your thoughts on the Blake vs Baloney thing?

I believe her.

I don’t think she would have gone down this route if she did not have good reason and a strong case. No woman, be they a-lister or ordinary person in the street, would do this to themselves and their family if they didn’t have to. The woman rarely wins even if she actually wins. Because the precedent has been set that allegations do not ruin men’s lives. I mean....look at who is currently president of the United States....him being a felon and adjudicated rapist was not enough reason for people to not vote for him.

As we have seen by the insanity surrounding Blake's case, people are falling over themselves to not believe her, to diminish what she went through, to deny that it could possibly be true because of whatever thing she did years ago. The narrative is that if you're not the ‘perfect victim’ then just don't bother and that is so damaging. Because if you complain then someone will dig into your past and if they find even the smallest sliver of you not being, I don’t know, basically the Virgin Mary, then you aren’t to be trusted and aren’t to be believed. It’s sick. What should matter is what happened in that moment when she experienced that harassment and nothing else. Being a bit rude years ago is - or should be - irrelevant.

Her amended complaint states that other women in the production also had reason to raise issues at the time and they are willing to testify. I don't know who those women are but I applaud their bravery in being willing to testify especially after seeing the way that Blake has been treated since the original complaint.

The online/media circus surrounding it is absolutely gross. I can only admire Blake and Ryan for biding their time and letting the legal system do its job. Unlike him (who lest we forget seems more focused on making sure everyone thinks she was trying to steal his precious film from him and is concentrating rather less on disapproving the sexual harassment 🙃) and his lawyers who seem all too happy to continue perpetuating the smear campaign, this time with even more people online willing to jump into the fray. From what I can gather reading posts from actual lawyers who understand how to break this all down their belief is that he's trying to win in the court of public opinion because he doesn't stand a chance in a court of law. Like I said, even if she wins, she still loses.

The fact that he has right wing grifters like Candace Owens on his side…Jesus. If I see one more comment saying ‘oh but Candace has a great breakdown of it…’ No love, Candace just wants your clicks and if you stick around long enough you’ll find yourself being driven down that alt right pipeline to MAGA-ville so fast your head will spin.

The conspiracy theories are all ridiculous. The 'she was in love with him and he rejected her' one. The 'Ryan was jealous and so he's taking revenge' one. The absolutely vile 'Ryan is controlling her and making her do this and she's in an abusive relationship' one. I even saw something on Threads today where a person was trying to say that Hugh and Sutton's relationship was the catalyst for all this because Ryan saw what could happen between two people who worked together...like...what? How that translates into him somehow persuading his wife to file a complaint of sexual harassment i have zero clue. I'm also pretty sure Ryan knows what can happen between two people who work together since that's literally how he met Blake!

The one thing that did make me laugh because it was absolutely THE biggest self own was when they tried to say that Nicepool was based on him and oh my god. Firstly, pretty sure parody isn't illegal (otherwise wouldn't SNL be being sued on a regular basis?) but also - if I was watching a film and I saw a character who was unbelievably insufferable and annoying and recognised myself in that character...you couldn't torture that information out of me. Because i guarantee when everyone was watching DP&W in the summer not a single person was looking at Nicepool and thinking 'you know who he reminds me of...' BUT THEY ARE NOW. Idiot.

The braying mob online, riding so hard for a man who would never do the same for them, are so hypocritical and vile. They screech about Blake being a bully then go to the comments section of basically anyone who has anything positive to say about her or Ryan and write the most heinous shit imaginable. They don't recognise that the mean girl they are railing against is basically in the mirror looking back at them. Multiple fan pages on IG have either had to limit their comments or have posted to please stop bombarding them with hate. Ryan has limited comments and even Hugh's posts get their fair share of pro-Baloney crap on them and he's not even involved or been named in any of the complaints, he's just their friend. I don't know how any of it helps. It certainly doesn't make him look any better. I've seen multiple people say that if he really was the 'feminist' he claims to be he would have released something by now asking people to please back off, stop harassing women and let the law do it's work. So easy to do and costs nothing, and yet and yet....

One would hope that at some point the insanity of it all will calm down but I can't see it happening any time soon. I hope that Blake is able to have her day in court and I hope that the other women who say they will testify can screw their courage to the sticking place and not be scared away by all of this.

[zahri-melitor]

Yeah, thanks for responding and those are some nice recommendations! I'm glad I branched out a while ago when it came to comics because it's a better experience and I personally believe there's just so much out there when it comes to storytelling whether they're comics, films, etc that I don't want to spend so much time angry over what I know I didn't like or it comes from places or writers that if I think for a bit can imagine I won't expect much from it if that makes sense

Plus, I do think there's so much "yelling" without having meaningful conversations about what we find harmful or just plain bad about these works and accept that they exist and move on because I do believe that having conversations about the how or why certain comics are written even when we find them horrible is a valuable experience but fandom does need you to find those people yourself to converse with

I personally don't feel interested in tim/bernard as a ship and never lingered long on bernard's older appearance so I just keep up with what they're doing currently to understand, but I do hope that if any writers choose to write more about the girls that appeared in Tim's older comics that they write them as more than just supportive exes

I agree that the best approach to comics (or any media honestly) is to go find what you enjoy and makes you happy, and read and watch and listen to that. Making yourself miserable following something you're not enjoying is not worth it. This is a hobby. There's no reason to upset yourself or join the outrage cycle just to get mad at something. Getting angry is not a personally fulfilling incentive.

Sometimes that means dropping runs everyone else you know is raving about if they just don't work for you. Sometimes that's choosing not to pick something up because the writer drives you up the wall. Sometimes it's enjoying a run and talking about what you enjoyed in it while everyone else is dunking on it.

I am indeed a huge hypocrite and should take this advice more often myself, but I try to be kind to myself, and started doing my reading reviews as a way to frame what I liked about various runs, even if most of it didn't work for me.

But the other thing about if you read and talk about the things that you like and enjoy, rather than what annoys you and you hate...you'll find others who ALSO like and enjoy those things, and can discuss them with you, or suggest other things to try you might like. Centring your circle on what you like rather than what you hate is just a lot more mentally and emotionally pleasant.

Because yes, of course it's cathartic to dunk on things every now and then. But if you're always just getting outraged together, that's not particularly fun.

And I agree, there's more meaningful conversation potential if you stop for a moment, acknowledge the difficulties in a work, and then move on to your analysis.

For example, I don't find people yelling that Tom King is a bad writer and a bad person because he worked for the CIA and was involved in planning the invasion of Iraq to be a helpful conversation, because so often it simply gets as far as "this makes all of his work bad and I don't like him" and stops there.

What is a very helpful thing when discussing Tom King's work, however, is acknowledging that because of his background working for the CIA and with the military, he is endlessly fascinated with the topics of United States military power, terrorism, the mental toll of warfare and conflict, and defending America's sovereignty, and how that is conveyed in his writing. Talking about Mister Miracle in the framework of war-related PTSD, and Supergirl: The Woman of Tomorrow in the framework of intelligence work cleaning up in the wake of battles (and also PTSD) and the way he uses the media in Wonder Woman as a vehicle to frame the othering of a group as an acceptable target (with analogies to the media's behaviour in the wake of 9/11)? It's the same basic topic, but there's an actual conversation to be had, after everyone has nodded at the fact that King's once again processing his 9/11 work-related trauma.

In terms of the ways writers negotiate discussing Tim's relationships: I get that it's hard for a lot of writers, because due to the fact we have a far more limited canon of bisexual characters who have been in multiple relationships, they're walking a tightrope of worrying about falling into unfortunate stereotypes. I think the reason writers keep having his ex-girlfriends being supportive is that they're worried about having it appear like Steph's the evil harpy that drove Tim off into the arms of men, or that if she's angry at him over the breakup it looks like she's being biphobic. They're worried about if Tim's next partner is a woman it might look like Bernard was just a 'phase', but if it's Bernard forever or the next partner is a man it looks like Tim's secretly gay not bi and all of his earlier relationships weren't meaningful to him. And they're worried about if they upset too many people, the internet will fall on their heads, and Tim's currently Robin, and DC got a lot of media good will and headlines out of Superman Is Bi (Jon) and Robin Is Bi (Tim) that extends well beyond just the group of people who actually buy comics. So they're feeling their way through it, trying not to offend people too much, which inevitably ends up with a tendency to choose the safest, most bland option.

And then on top of that you have the usual way comics stories often hype the current relationship as "I've never felt this way about anyone else before" because the writer wants this one to be special, and they can't think of a subtler way of conveying it.

I would also like to see more depth and nuance in the situation (the lesbians are generally allowed to be messy! And I have to say, if I'm objective about it, the upcoming Secret Six book looks like it is finally going to blow off some of the steam and messiness that has been developing in the Jay-Jon-Nia situation and let the three of them openly have the fight that's been building; I just wish it was not happening in a title named Secret Six and using characters I care about as set dressing).

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 9

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: The balance is restored again as the four of you reunite, however, some tension still brews.

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9. Plum Wine

Arriving back to your chosen home admittedly felt surreal. When you woke up a little disoriented in the passenger seat, you could tell that you were from home and back in the city without even needing to take in your surroundings.

Satoru parked in a vacant spot just outside Shoko’s apartment and gave you instructions to take your things into the building, reassuring you that he just needed to set up parking with the machine nearby.

Albeit groggily, you made your way up through the complex and carried yourself back inside to Shoko’s unit, dragging your things inside. Both the wine and your bag weren’t particularly heavy but you still felt sluggish from the journey.

The last couple of days were nothing more than a distant fever dream already in your mind as you longed to do nothing more than to relax, so being back to your new home felt incredibly freeing.

And upon entering, seeing Shoko reminded you of the wine so in the midst of your half asleep state, you drew the bottle towards her as she quickly got up to investigate your offering.

“Ah, [name],” she sang as she took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly genuinely pleased, “you’re back and you remembered.”

“Yeah, um, it’s a dessert wine I think,” you yawned as you warned her, letting go of the bottle, “so take it slowly.”

Satoru finally caught up to everyone and gently brushed by you as he entered the area, his ears perking up at the mention of something to do with dessert, “Wait, did you say it’s sweet?”

“Absolutely not, stay back,” Shoko frowned as she hugged the bottle to her chest and attempted to retreat, finding him suddenly a little too interested for her liking.

In the meantime, your eyes glanced around the apartment, feeling relieved to finally be back. You noticed that Suguru was also present within the apartment; leaning himself back against the sofa with his arms around the frame appearing to be relaxed and back to his usual self. Hopefully whatever was going on in his mind had come to pass but you couldn’t be too sure.

Shoko joined him on the other side of the sofa, hoping that you would take the spot next to her so that she could keep Satoru’s hands far away from the wine but he ended up sitting next to her anyway, leaving you nestled between him and Suguru instead.

This prompted her to draw out an annoyed sigh as she reluctantly got up to get some glasses. One big one for herself and three noticeably smaller ones for everyone else, pouring everyone just enough worthy of a sampling amount—just enough to taste.

The wine tasted tart against your lips with a smooth consistency, almost a little like syrup, but you still found it to be quite nice even if it had some sour notes. Satoru seemed to be enjoying his portion more than anyone else even though Shoko seemed to be almost done with her portion already. Suguru meanwhile took just one whiff of the stuff before pouring his sample into your glass instead.

As you drank however, your stomach growled noticeably loud, finding that you were pretty hungry from skipping breakfast due to Satoru’s rushed exit from your town. Even before then, you couldn’t quite eat properly due to your relentless nerves causing both your body and mind to stir.

Getting up with the glass in hand, you drifted towards the open kitchenette instead. Shoko’s apartment was designed in a very open way leaving the kitchen only separated by a counter bar, leaving you freely able to talk to whoever remained in the living room. Not that you’d take too long, you mostly just wanted something simple to sate your hunger then you’d be right back.

While your culinary knowledge wasn’t excellent, you were always able to whip up a simple bowl of tamago kake gohan to soothe your hunger. It was a simple enough concept and generated very little of a mess; you’d crack an egg over some hot rice and let it cook in the heat.

Shoko followed you over as she set out a small bowl for herself while you washed the rice, her fingertips tracing along your arm as she grabbed another drink from the fridge before sitting back down. She didn’t have to say much as you simply just nodded to acknowledge her request, finding it to be no problem at all.

Taking a moment to process just how loud your stomach was just now, Suguru leaned forward slightly as he spoke up with some concern, “They didn’t feed you in town or what?”

Just as you were about to respond however, Satoru did so on your behalf, cutting you off completely.

“They did, just not a lot. Her parents both cooked and ate small portions,” he said in your place instead.

“Still, were there no convenience stores so you could at least go and pick up something quick?” Shoko asked, tilting her head as she pressed the glass against her lips.

“We passed by maybe one supermarket on a walk before but it was closed quite early, maybe 9 in the evening,” Satoru continued to speak, reciting his time spent there, “maybe it would have had cheap ramen or something similar, but…”

“Wouldn’t have happened either way,” you replied at last, finally contributing to the conversation, “if my parents were upstairs, then there’s a rule to not use the kitchen.”

“That’s odd,” Shoko furrowed her brows, “a bit too strict, no?”

“I-I mean yeah, but I’m back now, so it’s not an issue anymore,” you replied as you awkwardly tried to laugh off the building discomfort, knowing that if you were the one who had to initiate it then it was probably a bad sign.

As the silence continued, Suguru picked himself up after a while and walked up to you while you were fluffing the rice out of the cooker. He then took a close step right behind you, leaning his hips into your back as he reached for the overhead cabinet right above you.

As you gulped away the sudden discomfort from what you were feeling, Satoru watched this whole thing unfold with intense curiosity while Shoko invested her focus on what she was seeing. She didn’t pay it too much mind though as she didn’t care to police what went on behind closed doors but to Satoru it felt different.

It didn’t quite seem to him like something was going on, but it didn’t seem like it was nothing either.

“Here you go,” Suguru said, placing a couple of glass seasoning bottles over you onto the counter, “I’m not letting you eat plain rice, so...”

You tensely nodded as you did as he suggested, packing the now seasoned rice off into two individual bowls, cracking open an egg to mix the contents together while the smell continued to tempt your empty stomach.

Shoko reached for her bowl as you sat back down along with Suguru, the two of you scarfing down your food while Suguru continued to spread his leg out closer towards yours as Satoru couldn’t help but notice that something was off in the air.

Soon enough the tension dispersed again as Shoko led the course of the conversation as Satoru followed; another drunken evening hatched from the result of talkative company. The four of you passively weaved through all sorts of topics until somehow the subject of intimacy popped up, leaving you starkly quiet.

You simply just listened along as you sank into the sofa, quietly pouring yourself more and more to drink as you felt left out yet again, finding that while you were all adults and that it wasn’t an issue—that you rather felt left behind once again, knowing that everyone was different but it just felt different when it was you.

Was this something friends disclosed with each other so casually? Was this normal? Or was it just them?

Shoko, noticing your lack of participation, tried to ease you in with an easy prompt, trying to involve you so that she could stop listening to a second more of Satoru’s past encounters.

“So, [name], I take it that you haven’t really done much?” she asked you, her voice curious and her tone kind. However when you’re insecure, even kindness feels like mockery.

“Well, n-not really…” you admitted, trying to stare off into the glass.

Shoko’s voice softened, “Not even a little kiss?”

“I mean… technically not really,” you considered, “unless you count—oh, ah-“

Your heart dropped as you realised exactly what you were about to reveal as you froze dead in your tracks. The kiss didn’t really count in your mind as it was shared under fabricated circumstances but it was still a kiss either way.

“—Oh yeah,” Satoru piped up as he poured himself a final glass.

Shoko remained silent for a moment as she connected the dots at a record speed; her eyes widening as a wide smile formed bordering equal parts disgust as well as fascination formed on her face. Suddenly, this was her business to pry.

“No! No, [name]! Really?” she teased, trying to hold back violent laughter that she couldn’t contain for a second longer, “why did you do that to yourself?”

While you scrambled for a response, Suguru listened in complete silence as he took in the information in complete and utter sobriety, sinking his back further off into the sofa, spreading his legs out even further—forcing himself to relax, leaving you with absolutely zero space to put your own legs. As a result, you were forced to swing them over his own which in the peak of the intoxicated moment.

Just as he wanted for you to do.

“Ah, but [name],” Shoko continued to tease, “tell me why—why did you put yourself through such a thing?”

“H-he said it w-was to sell the whole fake boyfriend thing b-better,” you stuttered as you struggled to put your words together, leaving behind a complete mess of your explanations.

“Satoru, you ass!” Shoko scolded him as she jokingly hit him with a sofa pillow, laughing at the whole situation, “Listen, I’m so sorry that he was your first kiss, [name].”

“Hey, I was just helping her out, right?” Satoru laughed as he dramatically tried to shield himself from her wrath.

As this happened, you nervously laughed along as well, quickly finding that in being able to do so that you were actually doing wonders for your own crucial self development. Slowly but surely, the fear of being perceived by others would begin to disappear and then you could finally-

“—So, this probably means you’re still a virgin, right?” Suguru interrupted, causing the laughter to quickly fall flat.

The silence lasted especially long for you as you struggled to even answer the question. Your continued lack of response confirmed to the men that it was a yes, even though Satoru already had his suspicions given how you received his kiss back in the town.

Upon noticing your immediate discomfort, Shoko then stood up and clapped her hands, “Okay anyway, it’s getting pretty late and I’m sure we’re all very tired here, so we’re going to sleep. Got it?”

Before Satoru could say anything, she dragged him away off to the front door and then returned to do the same for Suguru who was quickly reunited with his friend.

“Yeah, I mean… I’ll be going back now anyway,” Satoru nodded as he finally snapped back to his senses, “it was a long drive and I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Yup, me too,” Suguru mumbled under his own breath, retreating off into the stairwell following Satoru.

Shoko sat by your side and leaned you into a comforting side hug as she noticed just how much tension you still seemed to carry, understanding that it might have been a bit too much for you.

Rubbing your arms, she leaned her head against your shoulder, “Don’t let those idiots get to you. If they bring it up ever again, just tell me and I’ll shut ‘em up for you.”

You nodded as you continued to try and thaw yourself from being frozen into place, eventually relaxing as she slowly peeled herself off of you.

After a while, you then went back to your bedroom to hopefully forget about this whole thing.

~~~

The next day seemed to arrive suspiciously quickly as you awoke to a pounding knock on your bedroom door. You knew that it was very unlikely to have been Shoko as she wouldn’t rattle your door the same way, so it must have been someone else.

You groaned as you set up feeling the remaining hangover hit. You were technically fine but the sweet wine from the night before settled into a strange feeling that anchored within your gut.

You didn’t really remember all that much of what you talked about as the details were fuzzy likely due to both the exhaustion from the trip as well as the booze hitting you.

You just hoped that it was nothing too embarrassing.

Sitting yourself up and forcing yourself to your feet, you opened up the door to see Suguru waiting right outside. For a moment he didn’t say anything as he locked his eyes on you and took in exactly what you were wearing before clearing his throat and reaching into his pocket.

He shoved a piece of paper into your hands as you reacted slowly to keep up, “Your first payslip.”

You yawned as you unfolded the paper, attempting to focus your eyes to read the it, finding that it was indeed from the college.

“Oh, they didn’t mail it here?” you asked.

“Jujutsu Tech is criminally slow with keeping their records properly updated,” Suguru said as he leaned into the doorway, not quite entering just yet, “it’ll take a while before they even notice you’ve updated your address, so you’ll have to keep collecting it from the dorms until they finally get around to fixing it.”

“Oh, that’s annoying,” you yawned in response as you set the paper on the dresser nearby.

“Yeah…” he nodded, pausing to watch you yawn.

Suguru watched intently as you did so, finding something strangely endearing about your half asleep state. There was something about your messy unbrushed hair and sleepy eyes in combination with the slightly stained oversized t-shirt you wore. He liked seeing you looking comfortable, finding that it turned him on, even.

It left him wondering just how much you showed off to Satoru, if you even did so at all. To think that you spent a whole weekend away with the guy left him with feelings that he didn’t like. He simply didn’t want Satoru to have you—feeling a little territorial as he finally began to understand his own feelings.

Not that he was making much of an effort to communicate them at all.

(But that would soon change.)

“So, do you have any plans for today?” he asked you, attempting to keep a warm tone.

“Sleeping more?” you yawned.

Suguru hummed as he stared at your weary state, “How about a movie instead? There’s something I want to see and Satoru is busy, so…”

“I mean, I guess I could…?” you replied thinking that because it wasn’t a particularly strenuous task that it should be completely fine.

“The airing is this afternoon, maybe we could make it?” he asked you, using the most polite tone that he could possibly muster, wanting to get you used to spending time with him.

“Yeah,” you replied as you talked yourself into it, “y-yeah, um, let me just shower.”

He nodded as he accepted your response, watching you slip away into the shower as you locked the door, feeling a little disappointed as he watched you carry off a change of clothes with you.

Suguru then stiffened a little as he imagined you fully naked with just a mere door separating the two of you, damp and reddened skin, softened from steam. The water that would cling against your body, the droplets that would refuse to roll away… just everything about it slowly drove him insane.

His imagination ran wild as he then closed the door to your bedroom, knowing that he shouldn’t be snooping around when Shoko was so close by, but his curiosity kept getting the better of him.

His eyes scanned around the room, finding himself judging your room for looking a little too messy for his liking but not half bad. Things like clothes on the floor were apparent but he also noticed that you didn’t really have a wardrobe, so a chair had to tank the responsibility.

Guiltily, his eyes drifted off towards a pair of discarded underwear off to the side of the bed and he couldn’t help but wonder exactly how you smelled. He stared at the pair for a long time before opening up the door to confirm that the water was still running in the bathroom, before taking a risk and grabbing the pair.

He fumbled with the fabric to find the crotch section of the pair, pressing it up against his nose to collect a deep inhale, closing his eyes to even just savour the smell, adjusting the problem in his sweatpants as he did so. He then pocketed the pair, thinking you wouldn’t even notice that anything was missing.

And as soon as he heard the bathroom door open up, he quickly sat himself down on the bed and pretended to be doing something on his phone instead.

You didn’t suspect a single thing as you walked inside fully dressed, ready to blowdry your hair. As far as you understood, he was on good behaviour and that’s when you started to let your guard down.

Knowing that it was probably unwise to do so.

He watched as you got ready in front of him, stealing glimpses of you when you didn’t notice. You were fully clothed at this point but even just the little things like brushing your hair and putting on moisturiser was enough for him to enjoy the sight of.

“So, what are we watching?” you asked as you both walked out of the bedroom door.

“Some type of horror film, hope you don’t mind?”

“Uh, sure, why not?” you nervously replied.

Shoko emerged from her room looking a little exhausted but wearing a look of determination on her face, pulling you both off to the side as she searched her mind for what to say.

“I have a friend coming over at four-ish,” she finally spoke as she turned to face you, her voice sounding a little raw, “I think you’re both quite similar and I’d like for you to meet—think you’ll be around?”

You were about to say something but then Suguru replied on your own behalf.

“The movie won’t run for six hours,” he assured Shoko, “I’ll have her back to you by then.”

“Oh, well in that case, have fun,” Shoko nodded with a faint smile as she yawned, going back to her bedroom to catch a few extra hours of sleep.

You half envied her, still feeling tired yourself.

~~~

The cinema itself was quite full despite it being a random weekday, but you supposed that’s just what summer break entailed around these parts. Back home, summer break was a hit or miss and was entirely dependent on whether or not your parents had money if you were a teen.

Most people your age back then would loiter around the town and the ones who could afford it, would be long gone on the train off to the nearby city instead.

Those even better off would be overseas with their families.

It left you feeling a little envious bad you considered it all, wondering how it must have been to spend your most critical years in such a vibrant city.

Would you have been a different person if you had that freedom?

Or would you have just made a different excuse?

Suguru somehow had managed to choose a film that wasn’t so populated, with maybe a handful of other people inside. You supposed that was the fault of the age restrictions, as this particular movie was rated quite mature.

Watching the film also left you feeling a little afraid surprisingly as you thought it to be quite scary, at least for your tastes. Even if you were used to the everyday grotesque side of life with cursed spirits shadowing your vision, it was still a little unsettling to witness what non-sorcerers were capable of coming up with.

During a particular scene, maybe halfway through the movie, you noticed that his hand crept up your thigh again as it slowly moved up your skirt and squeezed against your leg. In response, you shifted away a little and found that he didn’t mind for a change, moving his hand away and seeming completely unphased.

Come the end of the movie, he never once mentioned that particular moment and instead just quietly took you back to your apartment without saying that much at all other than what your option was for the movie and whether you had enjoyed it or not.

Maybe if you continued to quietly ignore his expressed interest, then he would eventually back away for good.

Maybe that’s all it took.

(But it wouldn’t do a single thing.)

(It just made him want you even more.)

(And tonight he’s going to show you exactly how he feels.)

[iatrophilosophos]

Not to be like. The thing i love is something everyone else should be obsessed with too. But it's honestly kinda wild how much like ppl I even agree with generally are missing out on medical history. Like. Every anticiv i know is so on it abt contemporary medical autonomy & the construction of a common medical knolwege & has a good take on medical epistemology but very few people actually talk abt like, thr construction of an alienated & regulated medical class and public health as a thing civs do when it's like, rlly important to how i understand these things

Part of the problem is. There ain't good books. We got good books abt other stuff. But there's not actually a good medical history with like, the set of lenses that are important

I've tried to write this thing a number of times but historical scholarship is just incredibly fucking hard to do at the level that feels like. Responsible? Like idrc abt academic standards but it is generally good to have sources instead of being like "just trust me bro this is what happened" + the purposes i would want a piece like that to serve kind of, require, not just asking for trust, and I just like...didn't learn in a way that's very conducive to being reproduced like I'm just Insane and have read/listened to a buncha stuff that's incredibly bad and annoying and I'll look into Any historical medical anecdote that crosses my path and I know a lot about united states medical history & licensing history bc herbalism + international western & ancient history also bc herbalism (western herbalism does a lot of like, pulling sources from anywhere in the past 2-3000ish years w snippets of context to hold in conversation, it's a really cool way to deal with info verification; Ayurveda and TCM do this too, it's the main way written-word-based big medical systems pre or w/o scientific studies do this thing...it's a lot less reliable now that everyone and their grandma is on a prescription medication we gotta deal with possible interactions for but otherwise, big fan! I could go on a tangent here abt non-written-word societies going harder on common knowledge medicine as a different way of accomplishing similar goals but yeah)

And uh yeah every time I try to.talk abt it it becomes this multi threaded pile of word vomit because there's so much and it's so interesting and the basic public understanding of Most of these ideas, down to how to taxonomize medicine beyond "the legally dominant one (good)" (not actually super cohesive but WHATEVER) and "the other ones (bad)", is basically zilch

[storkmuffin]

Oh my goodness, you're the blog I go first with ateez gossip (if I can even call it that 🙄). Anyway I read a post where the person (I always assume it's a female) stated they believe that all the pairings in ateez (woosan, yungi, seongjoong, jongsang) were real life couples. I'm....speechless. Like how delusional can you be.

There's a very funny scene in a movie called Antonia's Line from ages ago, where there's a group house composed of three or four pairs. On one night, all three or four pairs have sex at the same time in that one house, in their separate bedrooms. It gets so loud that the child of one of these pairs comes out of her bedroom, bleary eyed and holding a teddy bear, and screams, I want to sleep. That's the first thought I had when I saw this whole "each pairing is real and all four pairs are real in Ateez" concept. Since they were all teenaged boys together, that first apartment would've been impossible to sleep in at night from all the sex related noises, and hygiene would've been a major problem too, despite Seonghwa's best efforts. KQ employees would've put on hazmat suits any time they had to go into that dorm.

... I'm sorry.

To seriously answer your question:

OK so I'm Catholic from a family that has produced multiple priests, nuns, and one head of a catholic university, with an awareness that the Bible is an edited document that has changed over time and through translations. My mother's best friend is a born-again Christian of a protestant denomination, and she says repeatedly that she believes every single word of the bible to be literally true. I don't say anything when she says this, but I have assumed she hasn't read the actual bible (any version) word for word. It's not possible to believe the Bible to be literally true, word for word. There's too much crazy shit in there. Instead, what I think she means when she says this is that she is very committed to (her version of ) Christianity.

Which is to say - Does that person who wrote that patently excessive statement really believe that or do they just want to believe it? Do they need to believe it for some reason or is it just fun for them to believe it? Are they genuinely delusional and disturbed or is being excessively committed and passionate part of the game they're having fun playing?

So. On the one hand, if they really meant it and they really do believe it and it affects their off-line, have-to-pay-rent-and-walk-their-dog real life, I disturbed and annoyed, just like you. I'm worried for that person's grip on reality and just a tiny bit irked that they are objectifying these people to a level I personally feel is excessive.

ON THE OTHER HAND though, as a work of fiction let's say, thinking that the 8 person boy band is composed of four pairs of couples that have been sexually and romantically in relationships for all this time, through multiple album releases, world tours, and personal side projects, makes these imagined lives superfucking intense in a way that might be thrilling.

It might evince this fan's personal hunger for an all encompassing connection - your best friend is your work teammate is your source of sex and love and romance and everyone in your team is perfectly paired off with someone else that also in the team and so your working group is an entirely hermetically sealed unit of 8, together forever and ever.

Plus, fiction is fun if you up the stakes. Fiction is enaging when the lives in it are extreme. You know how Agatha Christie will lock people into a murderhouse (or train, or cruise ship) with a murderer and Hercule Poirot, and the murderer and Poirot race each other to either kill all the people or solve the case? That's what this sort of set up sounds like to me. So if you want to write a story of young love, say, where two kids meet at dance school and they fall in love, you can just have them date a bit and then break up? That is fine as a story, but it's a bit boring, compared to the possibility if Ateez was composed of 4 pairs of boys who can never come out. You imagine a Yunho and a Mingi, and then you say, they stay lovers forever and they play the BL fanservice game with the international public but it's real and yet it's also secret and yet all the other members know it's real and they're also keeping it secret because each of them is in a real and secret BL relationship of their own!!! If you do this, every single piece of content you get from anybody in Ateez is immensely important and thrilling, because the stakes are so high.

This sort of narrative is not my cup of tea, but I think I understand what someone might get out of it, nevertheless, you know? I don't watch horror movies, but I do understand the theory for why they are art, why they are important, and what people get out of them. Same deal here.

[garmanarnarr]

Rickorty Week Day 4: Mythological Creatures

vampire morty | 2k words | Rated M for blood drinking and sexual content

@rickortyweek

Morty’s getting pretty good at asking for it. 

“H-hey, Rick?” 

Rick doesn’t look over from the TV, which is currently playing a rerun of a JoJo Siwa political documentary in a universe where she’s the president of the United States. It’s a miniseries, a retrospective, and they’ve been powering through episodes all night. Everyone went to bed long ago; Mom, Dad, and Summer had started to give Morty a wide berth after ten PM. But he doesn’t mind not sleeping, now, because Rick doesn’t sleep either. Only in fits and starts. Sometimes over his work bench, face mashed into mechanical junk, or passed out on the couch. He snores, but only when he’s really drunk– not that Morty’s watching. 

“Um,” Morty says, picking at a thread on the couch cushion. 

“What?” Rick sounds too distant to be annoyed, just flat and tired.

“M’ getting kinda, you know.” 

“What?”

“Hungry?” Morty’s voice cracks on the last part. 

Jojo screams something excitedly on the TV, pointing at a diplomat from another country and waving. Her facial rhinestones match her power suit. 

Rick’s still watching, glazed eyes flashing in the TV’s glow. “Her foreign policy sucked,” he mutters.

“I’m hungry, Rick.” 

“Want me to order some fucking sugar chicken, then?” Rick asks, finally swiveling to actually look at Morty. “Huh, Morty? Want some Panda Express?”

Morty’s throat feels so dry it crackles. He thinks of the pool of sunlight that’ll be creeping towards them through the glass patio doors when the sun rises in a few hours, ready to burn him. His vision blurs a little and he gives a painful swallow. 

“Y-y-you know what I mean, Rick,” he whispers. It isn’t fair that Rick always plays him like this when he’s fucked Morty up in the first place. Experiment gone sour, vampirism— Morty had to pick that term up– spreading too aggressively to be cut out, too deeply to pull the plug and hop to a clone. He rests his hand on the couch next to Rick’s leg. Not touching it, but just, you know, next to it. He can feel the heat of Rick’s body beside his own like he’s sitting near a radiator. Throbbing is such a weird word, but that’s the only way to describe it. Rick is throbbing with heat. Morty runs his tongue over the stubs of his teeth. 

“You know, my blood is probably some of the nastiest shit you could put inside you,” Rick’s saying. “Got yeeears of k-lax and alcohol abuse in here. And some other stuff. I think one of Unity’s non-humanoid bodies might have had–”  

“I don’t care. E-everything else tastes like ass and I don’t want to drink it.” Morty makes a face, saying that out loud, but it’s true. The bags of O-positive Rick had pulled out of his lab freezer after he’d just turned Morty had tasted like the equivalent of soggy pizza cardboard. Real pizza– all normal food– also tastes terrible. Animal blood has a funky, earthy smell and a worse flavor, when he’d tried it. And he isn’t about to make anyone else let him drink their blood.

Rick made his own bed. He can lie in it. 

Rick watches his face for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he sighs, and rolls up his sleeve. 

“Not on the couch, you little moron. Or, you wanna g-get b-blood everywhere?” 

“I won’t get it everywhere,” Morty whines. He did the first time, when they fed in the garage, but he’s neater about it, now. He’d been so new, then, and dying for it, ready to rip Rick’s veins right open, ready to swim inside him to make the pain of his thirst go away. Now, after two weeks of feedings, he doesn’t waste a drop. 

Rick tries to stand, but Morty catches his wrist. He’s taken aback at his own strength; that’s still a surprising perk. He keeps accidentally breaking doorknobs off of classrooms in school. Denting his locker door when he closes it with a slam so loud it echoes through the hallways. Shattering glasses. Jerking his own dick too hard and too fast by accident. 

Rick pauses, looking down at him. He seems like he’s weighing making his grandson let go with words or by force. But Morty doesn’t let go. He can feel the throbbing of Rick’s blood now, pulse pressed against the circle of his fingers. His stomach twists with a tortured sounding gurgle. 

“Please,” he says. 

“Alright. Jesus,” Rick says, sitting back down with a roll of his eyes, yanking his wrist out Morty’s grasp quickly enough to break his hold. “Just a second, A-A-Augustus Gloop.”

He reaches into the breast pocket of his lab coat and pulls out a little packet, which he rips open with his teeth. Morty’s chest thuds because it looked kind of like a condom. He probably shouldn’t have thought that. Rick unfolds the moist towelette inside and uses it to briskly swab the inner part of his forearm. The pale stretch of it gleams up under the light of the ad that’s playing on TV, riddled with blue and green veins, skin going translucent with age. Morty’s mouth waters. 

“You– you just carry a swab with you?” he asks, licking back drool. It’s a genuine question. Did Rick want to– was he just waiting around for Morty to—

“More for my benefit than yours. Human mouths are one of the diEUUGHrtiest parts of our bodies, Morty.” 

“That doesn’t seem true, but okay,” Morty says. 

“I’m not fucking with you. Humans are filthy.” 

Rick throws the used wipe over the back of the couch, then pats the space beside him, like they’re going to cozy up and watch more TV together, easy as anything. Morty crawls over.  

Rick offering his skinny-ass forearm to him like this in the middle of the house is insane. They usually feed in the garage, sitting clinically in separate foldable chairs, lights flipped on. It’s dark in the living room, and it should be hard to see—should leave Morty fumbling and awkward, unable to function—but it doesn’t. Morty’s different, now. Darkness is easy. This close, he can sense all the sweet spots where the most blood flows in Rick’s body and where to land the best bite; he would have liked it a lot better if Rick let him feed at his neck, or at the top of his thighs, or even near his armpits, he thinks, but he’ll take what Rick will give him. 

“Don’t– don’t rip my fuckin’ arm off here, Morty, I need it.” They’re so close together that Rick’s voice is quieter than normal. Maybe he’s a little scared. Morty likes that; the idea of being able to scare Rick, a bit, for once. 

“I won’t,” Morty says with a lisp. His pointy canine teeth are getting longer in his mouth and making it hard to talk. Carefully, he takes Rick’s offered arm into his hands. His left one, the one with less cybernetic shit in it, flesh and blood around a hollow titanium bone that sheathes a grappling device. He smells kind of bad but also kind of good, like he always does, like alcohol sweats and a familiar old man powderiness. Morty darts his tongue across his lower lip. Rick’s chest is rising and falling gently, calmly, as he waits for Morty to start. 

“M’ just– don’t mind me, Morty, just watching TV, here. Just gonna finish this show, or whatever.” 

Rick claims he’s a god-robot-monster all the time— won’t shut up about it. But it turns out he’s still human, Morty thinks, a little vindictively, as he bites down. At least, still human enough to feed him.  

As he adjusts his bite to get the blood flowing, pressing against the smooth, hairless slip of Rick’s forearm with his tongue, he wonders if this was why people like wine. He’d always hated it, and spat out the mouthful of Mom’s that he’d snuck when he was ten and she was on the phone, because it was nasty, but maybe there’s something more appealing to it than he thought. An age and bitterness, in a good way, the kind that gives it a lot of different and interesting flavors at once. That’s what Rick’s blood tastes like. It tastes really fucking good. 

The TV’s making more sounds, but Morty can’t hear them anymore. He’s way too busy gulping Rick’s blood. Distantly, as if it were happening to someone else, he realizes he’s getting hard. Vaguely, he tries to direct his thoughts towards Jessica, but it’s tricky, considering he’s touching Rick and smelling Rick and drinking from Rick’s body. That Rick’s delicious blood is filling his mouth and sliding down his throat with every swallow. 

The flow stutters, so he pressed up all along his grandpa’s side to get a better angle. For a second, his dick brushes against Rick’s leg, hot and obvious. He tenses. Rick doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps sitting there quietly, so he relaxes again. Whatever, if Rick doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, and everything feels good. This is so fucking good. It feels right. He keeps feeding, actively sucking, now, because the flow is starting to taper off, blood only coming in hot spurts when he coaxes it out. He rocks his hips, a little, getting some friction on his dick, because he’s  so warm and full, and that feels good, too—

“—orty. Morty, that’s enough. Stop.”

Morty doesn’t stop. He swirles his tongue needily around the bite marks, pleasure unfurling up from his stomach and over his whole body, from his scalp to the bottom of his feet. Feeding from his grandpa like this is euphoric. 

“M-Morty, stop.” 

A hand pushes him back, roughly. It could be anyone’s hand. Morty is longer tethered to earth, fully. Suddenly, Morty’s laying on the floor by the coffee table, panting, ass sore from falling on it. His chin’s covered in own spit. His cheeks are flushed. There’s a definite tent pitched in his jeans, and everything is cold with the lack of a body to be pressed up against. When he looks up, Rick seems pale, even by his own standards, and his hair’s wilder, too. He’s blinking kind of a lot, staring down at Morty with fury on his face despite his heavy eyelids. He looks like he’s having trouble staying awake. 

“You– you don’t know how lucky you are that my cybernetic enhancements will start injecting substitute into my bloodstream if I lose more than a quart of blood, Morty,” he says in a low, deadly voice. Morty hears the edge of a wheeze in it. “A quaAAAUGhrt. Do you know how much that is? You fucking, you fucking numbskull braindead idiot?”

“No?”

“That’s what I— that’s what I thought,” Rick says, getting unsteadily to his feet with the help of the couch arm. “I’ll be in the garage. Don’t follow me.” 

Morty watches as his grandpa woozily makes his way out of the living room. He’s actually a little worried Rick’s going to pass out, or crash into something, but he doesn’t. He’s gone. Morty rubs the back of his hand across his mouth, and when he looks at it in the TV’s half-light, it’s smeared dark with Rick’s blood.

“S-sorry,” he says, late. 

–

Morty climbs upstairs to his room even though it’s more like roleplaying someone that needs to sleep than an actual need. He lays down on top of his covers next to his closet that’s now full of hats and sunglasses and UV-protective long sleeve shirts, above a kitchen filled with food he can’t eat, and a hallway mirror he can no longer see his own reflection in. 

He lays there quietly and waits, full-stomached, giving Rick a little privacy. Some time to cool off. If Rick noticed Morty’s hardon, he didn’t comment on it. 

But Morty had seen where Rick’s blood went, while he was feeding. 

He could sense it, the thick coursing of it, even in the dark.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details. 

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard. 

Broussard? 

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one. 

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely. 

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here? 

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there. 

It would just be a quick trip. 

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do. 

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road. 

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants. 

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.  

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him. 

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened. 

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament. 

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less. 

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately. 

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had. 

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’  

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this. 

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.” 

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free. 

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip. 

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there. 

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth. 

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair. 

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause. 

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs. 

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault. 

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.  

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees. 

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times. 

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed. 

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!” 

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath. 

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more. 

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him. 

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down. 

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.  

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her.  Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning 

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them 

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound.  Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants. 

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair. 

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤