#you gotta know about V = IR

[sgtgarricks]

thinking about free use!johnny...

afab!reader

cw: free use, p in v, overstimulation!!!!!!!!, creampie, degradation but with love, soap being nasty, reader is also nasty, i am reader.

no one look at me.

johnny who starts dating you, who was always flustered and shy when it comes to initiating sex. he doesn't always catch when you ogle him, but when he does, he jumps immediately at the chance.

johnny who coos and nips at you when you wouldn't stop staring at his crotch. he thinks it's so adorable that you're still so shy around him even after dating him for months.

johnny who slowly takes your hand, kisses your fingers and places it on his hardening cock.

"is this what you want bonnie? you need me to fuck you?" he starts kissing your neck slowly when you give him a nod and press yourself closer to him.

johnny who gets a brilliant idea that he brings up to you on a random night.

"what do you think, hen? i think it'd be a great way for you to get more comfortable in asking for it!" he was propping his head on one hand, seemingly unfazed after the intense fucking he gave you few minutes prior.

"i-i'm not sure, johnny... isn't that kinda... degrading for you?" you question, eyes wide staring into johnny's baby blues. unexpectedly, he guffaws and brings a hand to your cheek.

"you're so silly bonnie, course not. 'm offering it for a reason, you don't have to do anything with ir. just know it's always on the table." you squeak when he pinches your cheek and the little shithead just grins at you.

"okay... so, anytime i want? are you sure?"

"aye, i'm sure. anytime you want."

free use!johnny who's genuinely surprised you're taking him up on his offer. it starts off slowly, you snuggle closer to him and mouths at his neck. his neck is slightly damp from the slow kisses you pepper everywhere.

normally, this is where he'd drop everything to pleasure you. but seeing you so needy for him and the thought of you having to beg him for what you want, gets his cock throbbing in his pants.

"johnny..." you whine in his ear, positioning yourself fully on his lap now, "need you so bad..."

and just like that his patience snaps. he flips you over on the couch and takes his shirt off, exposing his delicious abs that you sit up to lick. he holds your head while you continue to grope him all over.

"mmm, so needy... don't worry, 've got ye." he slowly removes you from him and you begin to protest when he places his mouth on your panties. your complaint dies out as you let out a long moan. he rubs you over your panties and places kisses all over your wet pussy.

"so fuckin' wet for me, bonnie." you try to push his head deeper into your pussy and he laughs, "you gotta ask for it." he teases you and runs a finger over your clothed folds.

"johnny, please! want your mouth and fingers in me!" you hear fabric tearing as his mouth latches on your clit. two of his thick fingers slide right in from how wet you are.

"oh, fuck... so good, johnny." you grind your hips into his mouth as his fingers keep pace, fingers curled hitting that gooey spot inside you. he's slobbering all over you, his own hips grinding into the bed.

you feel lightheaded from the stimulation, eyes closing and back arching. johnny's fingers move faster as he makes out with your drooling pussy.

"cum for me, bonnie." and you cum hard. pussy clenching his fingers tightly as juices squirt out all over his fingers and mouth. johnny lets out a moan and instead of stopping moves faster as you come down from your orgasm.

you breathe heavily as johnny slows down. he kisses your pussy gently before coming up to kiss you deeply. you can feel his cock still hard in his pants, but as your hand trails down, his hand stops you.

"not tonight. 'm so proud of you, bonnie." he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and cuddles you.

free use!johnny who, after putting the deal on the table begins to have more sex in a week than he could've imagined. before, you were getting fucked at least four times in a week, but now? he felt like he had unlocked something in you.

the first few weeks, you were still as shy as usual. initiating with slow kisses, pinching his butt, groping his arms. he was more than happy to indulge you. you were getting more confident and it made him happy.

free use!johnny who knows he definitely unleashed a fiend. you were insatiable, kneeling down and unzipping johnny's pants as he was watching the telly.

your head is bobbing up and down on his cock as johnny throws his head back in pleasure. you were drooling and slobbering all over his cock, tears in your eyes and johnny thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

he let you set the pace for a few moments before losing control and thrusting into your hot mouth. you choke a little at the thick intrusion but push through as johnny's pace becomes ragged.

"such fuckin' good for me, hen... lettin' me fuck your mouth." you moan at his words, moving faster and licking all over his shaft. johnny whines at the feel of your tongue and thrusts a few more times.

you feel a his hot cum spurting down your throat and you gag at the sudden feeling. johnny groans, both hands gripping your head to keep it still.

after he let out the last few spurts, you slowly remove yourself and lick your lips. johnny was still recovering when you plopped on his lap, kissing his cheeks.

"thank you, johnny."

johnny, still coming down from his high and dazed, can only nod.

"anything f' you."

free use!johnny who doesn't think there would come a day where his cock might actually need a break. the two of you had been fucking like rabbits whenever there was a chance. before he left for work, when he came home, whenever you could find him, you would be on him.

johnny had only taken one step inside the apartment when you immediately dragged him to the couch and sat on his lap.

"bonnie-"

you tug his soft cock out of his pants and slide it along your already wet folds. he grunted when he felt how wet you were, hands immediately grabbing your hips as his tip slides into your warm heat.

"fuck, johnny... you're so big..." you grind your hips into his, matching his thrusts. his thighs were meeting yours with every rise as you use him.

"yeah? y'like my cock?" he grits, fingers playing with your clit.

"y-yeah.. l-love your cock!"

"it's yours, baby.. so take it." he pounds deliciously into your squelching pussy, his tip hitting your cervix. you can feel every throb inside your walls.

neither of you were going to last long, you'd been wet thinking about him all day and the way he keeps hitting your gooey spot has stars dotting your vision.

"'m gonna cum.." you warn him as he begins to move even faster.

"cum for me. cream on my fucking fat cock, baby. make a mess of it." his lips latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling and sucking as his finger draws circles on your clit.

johnny feels when you cum and it draws out his climax. he groans as he can feel cum spurt from his softening cock. he gives one last thrust, plugging you tightly.

he rests his head on your shoulder, panting heavily. he kisses your shoulder gently and was about to slowly pull out when you begin to move again.

your eyes were closed with your hands around his neck when you begin to slowly grind on him again. he groans at the overstimulation, his cock still throbbing.

"fuckin' minx you are..."

"johnny.. please..."

he doesn't think he has anything left in his balls after you drained him. but he's a weak man. he can never say no to you. grunting, he begins to move his hips again.

"so fucking needy... that why you were so shy, hen? didn't want me to know how much you loved my cock?" he says in your ear, regaining his stamina to pull you down onto him as he thrusts up.

"such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" you can't speak. your mouth was perpetually open, head thrown back in pleasure. your thighs were shaking from exhaustion but you couldn't stop yourself from slamming back onto johnny.

he stops moving when you don't respond and you immediately indulge him.

"y-yeah, 'm a slut johnny.. l-love your cock so much!"

he flips you over so you're on your back. you whine when he slips out and he shushes you. he grabs your legs and moves you into a mating press. when he slips back in you gush around him. the couch was positively defiled with how you two were going at it.

"gonna be the death of me.." he mumbles. he was sweating profusely and were you not in a mating press you would've leaned up to smell him. you let him pound you into the couch, content to just lay there and take what he gives you.

it doesn't take long for you to feel your climax coming, your thighs begin to shake and your walls begin to pulsate. instead of speeding up, johnny slows down. opting to lean almost all the way out, before thrusting deeply. each motion sends a glob of his cum out of your pussy and you moan.

eventually, your back arches and you reach your high. your climax triggers johnny's as he cums once more inside your ruined pussy. the both of you weren't speaking anymore, too fucked out to say anything.

he slowly pulls out of you, wincing slightly. he tries to get up but fails and ends up collapsing on your chest. he mumbles something about his balls running out of cum and closes his eyes.

you laugh, content and stroke his hair gently.

"thank you, johnny."

"i think 'm gonna pass out now."

[fairlyang]

Mayor que usted II 🕷️

fooling around more with your dilf neighbor

w/c: 2.6K

pairing: dilf!neighbor x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. wet dreams, masturbation, he lives rent free in ur head, some cute fluff, confession, drags you somewhere, teasing, oral (m&f!receiving), face sitting hehe, almost caught again

part one ~ part three

A whole week has passed and you hadn't stopped thinking of Miguel's fingers at all. You were hoping, begging, praying he'd show up at your front door asking for you, to tell you he wants to play with you again.

But nope. nothing. nada.

Fortunately for you, your dads work friend who almost caught you and Miguel, was throwing a birthday party this weekend for one of his kids. Which one out of the six? You didn't know nor cared only caring to go because you knew Miguel would be there.

You hadn't stopped fantasizing about him, just wet dream after wet dream. You wanted him. You needed him so badly. 

You would finger yourself at night just hoping maybe he'd slip in through your window to fuck you. Pero no..

You also used one of your favorite dildos and pretended it was him. Your mind was all focused on him, you just couldn't help it. You missed how he talked to you and the way his fingers felt inside you. And the excitement and thrill when you almost got caught. It was exhilarating.

But worst of all you didn't see him at all. You thought maybe you'd see him watering his plants or mowing the lawn, hell getting his mail but he didn't go outside once.

Or at least you never saw him when peeking through your bedroom window while doing online uni work.

You thought you caught a glimpse of him helping Gabi in his car a few days ago but it was another neighbor. You might've groaned when you saw it wasn't him but you were just always so use to seeing him and occasionally flirting with him.

So after the longest week of your life, it was finally Saturday and you were getting ready to go to the party. It started an hour ago but knowing all the partygoers you knew they'd barely be getting right now too.

You took a peek out your window to see if Miguel was making any movement in his bedroom or by any of the downstairs rooms. Nothing again.

Maybe he's helping Gabi get dressed on the other side the house...

You sighed and went back to your dresser where you continued applying some eye makeup. You had already changed and chose to wear a red v neck bell sleeved blouse with a black skirt.

There was some breeze outside so you'd figure you'd wear some type of long sleeve. Even though you had a big feeling you'd just go back indoors to be with Miguel... fingers crossed anyway.

"Mija ya nos vamos a ir!!" Your mom yelled and you quickly yelled back, "okay!!!" (Honey we're about to leave!!)

You put on your favorite lip combo then leave everything on top of the dresser before grabbing your phone and run out of your door.

There was nothing more awkward than having to say hello to every single person at a party but if you did it by yourself? Even worse.

You went down the stairs and thankfully caught up to your parents who were already at the front door. Your mom handed you the birthday gift and you just scoffed, "es el amigo de el!" You motion to your dad and he shakes his head. (it's his friend!)

"Pero tu eres la joven-" (but you're the young one-)

"Y eso que??" (And what's that gotta do with anything??)

He groans and takes the bright pink colored gift bag and opens the door letting out a grunt. You chuckle and follow after him while your mom rolls her eyes at the both of you.

You walk up then wait for your mom on the sidewalk when you hear a door close behind you. You turn your head, eyes immediately lighting up as you saw Miguel leaving his house.

But not before grinning seeing little Gabi run up to you and your dad. You bent down as she ran towards you and she jumped up with an excited squeal as you caught her and carried her in your arms. "Como andas Gabi?" You asked and she grins showcasing that her front teeth are gone. (How are you?)

You exaggeratedly gasp and slap your right hand over your mouth as you put her on your hip, still carrying her with your other arm. "Ya te me estás creciendo." You say and pout, earning yourself the cutest little giggles from her. (You're already growing on me)

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and your dad motions for you to greet Miguel. You grin up at him and bring your right hand up so he can shake it. He was about to when your mom comes up and waves you off, "desde cuando saludas a la gente así?" (since when do you greet people like that?)

She gives Miguel a quick hug before kissing his cheek as he does the same. "Buenos modales mija." She says and turns her head to face you before giving you a warning look. (Good manners honey)

Damn- well you would've done it anyway but had to properly say hello to Gabi first....

"Bájame! Bájame! Saluda a mi papá, ya quiero ir a la fiesta!!" Gabi excitedly says and you do so. (Put me down! Put me down! Say hi to my dad, I wanna go to the party already!!)

You put her down and she immediately runs off to your next door neighbors house. You were so fucking lucky that Miguel lived next door and everyone was so friendly with each other so you'd always get the chance to see him at parties like this.

Miguel steps forward but your mom was already walking off anyway to make sure she'd enter safely. He sighs and your dad gives him a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh, "no te preocupes tanto, ya sabes que está bien con nosotros." He tells Miguel and he visibly looks less nervous. (Don't worry so much, you know she'll be fine with us)

He then walks off as well leaving you all alone with Miguel. Finally.

You turn to look at your dad one more time as he went through the side door to go into the backyard. You turn to Miguel and step forward, leaning up and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away. He raises an eyebrow at you and you just smile, "Buenos modales." You mock your mom making him chuckle. (good manners)

You then turn back and start walking towards the house. He follows suit and it almost seems like he wants to say something.

Maybe he did actually end up regretting it-

"No pienses lo más peor nena." He says making you turn to look at him. "Ahora tu te ves nerviosa." He adds and you bit your lip. Damn. (Don't think of the worst baby. Now you're the one that looks nervous)

You shrug and take a deep breath, "no me puedes culpar." (you can't blame me)

"No me arrepiento." He mumbles and you stopped. (I don't regret it)

You look up at him and see how sincere his eyes looked, "de verdad?" (really?)

He nods and smiles, "de verdad." (really)

"Y no te he podido de quitar de mi mente." He whispers leaning in sending a shiver down your spine. (And I haven't been able to get you out of my mind) 

But then the front door of the house bursts open and he quickly takes a step back. You both take a look and it was a hurdle of children running out to play in the front yard.

You both sigh and he motions for you to go inside first, you nod and walk the little pathway to the door before walking in with him right behind you.

He then grabs your hand and leads you to a door by the kitchen. He opens it and goes in first still holding your hand. He goes down the stairs with you behind him as you question what he was plotting.

He then opens a door in the basement, pulling you in before shutting the door and pushing you against the door immediately latching his lips to your neck.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you bit your lip trying to stay quiet as he kissed your skin hungrily. Suddenly you remember something and pull his head back, "you can't leave marks."

He groans and looks down at the blouse you're wearing, "tan hermosa." He murmurs and kisses down your neck down to your cleavage. (so beautiful)

You bite your tongue really wanting to stay quiet, just in case someone comes downstairs or something. But then he starts bringing down your blouse exposing the red lacy bra you decided to wear. Just to match with the blouse.

And he clearly loved it. He squeezed your tits over your bra and moaned at the sight. "Al fin." (Finally)

You squeezed your thighs together which instantly caught his attention so he brought a hand down to place between your legs. You spread your legs and he softly traced along your mound through your panties. "Lift your skirt up for me nena." He says and you quickly did, lifting it up so he can see all of you.

He groans at the sight and immediately dropped to his knees. He grabs onto the back of your thighs as he leaves a kiss along your covered slit. "Miguel por favor-" (please-)

"Que necesitas chiquita?" He coos and you whine. (what do you need baby girl?)

"Tu boca por favor." You moan and buck your hips forward but his hands stop you. (Your mouth please)

He hums and moves his hands to take off your little red thong, he slips them off and brings it down your legs but leaves a kiss on your inner thigh before you step out of them.

"Veremos." He mumbles then dives into your already soaked cunt. (We'll see)

His tongue immediately starts ravaging at your folds making you arch your back and let out a whimper. You then move back and stand against the wall to be somewhat balanced because you didn't trust yourself.

But yet his arms were still wrapped around you as he devoured you, it's all he's also been thinking about all week. Though for him he desperately wanted you sitting on his face. So he pulled away.

You looked down and were about to complain, then punch him in the arm when he quickly pulled you onto the bed. He sat down next to you before he quickly laid down flat on his back.

You looked at him confused until he gave you a look and you instantly understood. Oh.

You bite your lap and straddle him then move your body up until you were hovering over his chest. He gave you another look until he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down. "Fucking sit down." He demanded and you gulped.

You didn't wanna crush him-

"Nena hazlo, no me hagas repetirlo." He groans and you finally sit, your cunt directly on his mouth. (Baby girl do it, don't make me repeat myself)

"Oh fuck-" you moan out and straighten up, feeling as Miguel's tongue glides over every inch of you.

You looked down at him and he was already looking at you as his mouth came up to suck on your clit gently while maintaining eye contact with you. You brought a hand down to play and tug on his hair as he ate you out to absolute perfection.

You'd never sat on a man's face before, most guys you've been with were just that, guys. They weren't men and weren't talented enough like you needed them to be.

Which is why you were so grateful you found the perfect replacement for all those shitty men you slept with to get your dirty mind off Miguel.

But in the meantime you shook your thoughts away and realized you were now moving your hips back and forth against his mouth. Which just felt so fucking good.

Suddenly you realize you really want to cum while he was inside you so you pulled away, or at least tried to but his arms were still hooked around your thighs. "Miguel- M-Miguel stop- please." You said and he immediately did.

He let go of you and you immediately climb off him only to snake down his body. "What are you-"

"I just wanna cum when you're inside me." You say matter-of-factly, making him moan as you were now directly on his bulge.

You grinded your hips against him, bare pussy against his pants. Maybe not the brightest idea but who cares?

You then continued down until you were between his legs and your face was right by his hard on. You palmed him through his pants but didn't want to wait any longer so you hastily took off his pants and slid his boxers off.

Your eyes widen seeing his size, not expecting him to be so girthy but also long. His tip was already leaking precum so you just got to work and immediately took him in your mouth after spitting on it. You might as well have been drooling by just how much you loved his cock.

So you took him in to your mouth and took as much of him as you could on your first try, about halfway but still not enough. You wanted to take all of him.

So you did, you moved your head back and forth then went all the way making sure he hit the back of your throat before you quickly pulled away and let the drool slip from your mouth and onto your chest.

He moaned and brought a hand down to your face, he lightly stroked your cheek before he grabbed onto your hair. You took that as your sign and slipped him back into your mouth, taking him better now. Making sure he filled up your throat.

Suddenly you feel his thighs shaking and you move faster making sure he hit the back of your throat every single time. He moans louder and gripped onto your hair tightly, somewhat guiding you and making you take him deeper.

Then finally you feel him cum, his load going straight down your throat as you made sure to take every drop he gave you. You pull away and hold on to his dick gently and leave small kisses on the tip.

You both sit in silence and as you finally catch your breath and look up at him, sticking your tongue out so he knows you swallowed every drop when footsteps come down and he quickly gets up and locks the door, standing by it.

You quickly put on your clothes and pray for the best because it would be really bad if you were caught here with Miguel.

Suddenly the footsteps come straight to the door and the doorknob wiggles. "Esta ocupado!" Miguel says and you feel your heart racing again. (It's occupied!)

"Miguel? Güey eres tu?" A man speaks from the other side of the door and you recognized it to be yet another neighbor. (Dude is that you?)

"Si, si soy yo." He answers reluctantly and sighs as you fix the straps of your bra. (Yes, yes it's me)

"No me digas-" (don't tell me-)

"Ya chingate pendejo!" Miguel groans and you cover your mouth to not laugh. (Fuck off dumbass)

"Okay okay!" The man laughs and the footsteps go back up again.

He sighs and turns to you but you speak up first, "hasta la próxima?" (until next time?)

He just nods and you frown, "te prometo que valdrá la esperada." He says and walks over to you, gently grabbing your face in his hands. (I promise that it'll be worth the wait)

"Okay te creo... pero me debes." You say and wrap your arms behind his neck. (I believe you... but you owe me.)

"Te daré lo que me pidas, hermosa." He says and pecks your lips softly. (I'll give you whatever you ask for, beautiful)

[anathemafiction]

SO when you get to spend some ~alone time~ with Hadrian after the whole, ya know, Aurelius thing, there's a part where Hadrian can mention the contempt he holds for Vaughn after having a conversation with him

Now V ain't exactly the nicest guy so obviously I doubt anyone would like him, but with Hadrian it seemed personal to an extent, so I gotta ask, if your able to talk about it what exactly did Vaughn do to gain our knight's ire?

Master Vaughn judges people by the size of their coin purses and the number of servants ready to fulfill their wishes. Those he deems insufficient, he looks down upon, and those who pass the test are instantly awarded his respect.

Hadrian couldn't disagree more with his way of thinking — he finds it downright disgusting. And Hadrian knew exactly what type of man Vaughn was by the end of the second sentence the man uttered while greeting your group into his inn.

[david-goldrock]

I wrote an entire translation for Jimbo J's תביאו חתיפים for a discord server, to show my friends there who speak no hebrew, but the server fucking auto blocked it 😭😭

so now I'm sharing it with you because I'm not about to just let this shit get deleted forever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ha-hMGb91LU

this is Shir Hadas from ir, the hour is 1 A protester with a bus blocked ayalon highway doron from ashkelon sang (updated) for 5 hours, this is tiring, thank you doron

The protester alleges he was born on a bus and as such he's entiteled to free rides like someone born on a plane is entiteled to free flights with us now is the field reporter from rav gunshot

Nothing from rav he who was born on a plane, all his life will fly for free he who's born on a bus, will eat dick perpetually it's not a lookout tower, it's a tower of oppression don't you snark at me, activate your insurance I'm not the small bunny (reference to hebrew children's song where a small bunny doesn't close the door and gets a cold) I didn't close the door because I was born on a bus (when you don't close the door in hebrew, there's an expression "were you born on a bus?" because bus doors close automatically) there isn't a business class, there's not attendants there's a weird smell, and a woman with baskets (reference to hebrew children's song about a woman with baskets who takes all the seats on the bus with them) People mock busses, about a plane, they speak with honor show me a cabin crew that was yelled at "drive faster" planes? come on. just a bunch of pussies if we wanted, we could take down the twins again with bussies Women tell me, if we were to judge by the size of the sexual part, you gotta think, you were born at least in a helicopter. My love, if you will, planes there are also in small mine was an accordian bus. Coup's here in the shalom crossing Sign's here the king is naked sun's here stood still over givon and the moon is in ayalon road Today is the day One is turned into tens turned into hundreds, turned into thousands we're flipping the country on the yearly trip (because traffic clogging protests happen every fucking year) make sure you bring snacks

This is Shir Hadas from ir, the hour is 2 with us on the line are victims of the bus protest Hello to rapper jumbo J Hello, it's jimbo so jumbo, what's going on?

Listen, if it's the lgbtq protests, I'm with them If it's the eida (political group that confuses me), I agree with them too if it's the disabled, I agree with them too and if it's a protest regarding the kidnapped soldier in toran You know that I'm there! if it's for women's rights, or when they spill sewage in the sea if it's the sharks from shark tank, or the whale No mercy, we'll fight until the last drop of blood but this is a protest by someone stopping traffic for what? free rides? I'm weighing my words... I think... we should shoot him in the head. Coup's here in the shalom crossing Sign's here the king is neked sun's here stood still over givon and the moon is in ayalon road Today is the day One is turned into tens turned into hundreds, turned into thousands we're flipping the country on the yearly trip make sure you bring snacks this is Shir Hadas from ir, the hour is 3 The protestor was shot in the head in shalom crossing the shooter got away write to us about whether the word "crossing" is feminine or masculine and you might win a prize, a gift from **the fruits of sucess**

Nice

[piebutt]

i recently made the mistake of falling back into the fallout pit again... ok so don't ask me why I sat up in bed last night thinking about this but I gotta know now ;v; what was nerri's reaction to arriving in the institute for the first time and meeting synth sasha and the real sasha? did they at all recognize the real sasha by Voskka's and their own appearance? did they know it was sasha before he could drop the plot twist? how does the over all scene play out for nerri?

so it's been a good while since i played f4 so the finer details of that exact scene are a bit hazy, but i DO remember the 'overall reaction' i made nerri have...mostly cause on second playthrough i specifically DIDN'T do it so i could yknow. check out the map.

they got so mad they said...to paraphrase...fuck this fuck you i'm done i don't care you're not my son goodbye oh and fuck you...and left the institute. they got as far as that initial area where Old Son talks to you. in that moment i knew that's what they would do and i also thought it was funny...which lbr is what fuels most of my decisions. nerri's anger and ire would be more directed at Old Son, not thinking too much about the synth version after the initial shock. i'd like to think in some way nerri would at least consider the possibility of their kid not being a literal kid anymore, but push the idea away since...that's how they cope lol don't acknowledge it just find something else to occupy your thoughts. but either way even just those small acknowledgements could make the 'shock' less. they'd absolutely do the thing they do where they go awol without warning. to Process.

that doesn't matter tho when synth kid calls you mom/dad....i was like well fuck. new son. and we know nerri's a pushover wrt kids. they were already committed to the whole parent thing before the war so the shift wouldn't be too difficult.

[taviokapudding]

I know I'm annoying but what if

Hear me out

What if the famous/rich of the USA who haven't said a damn thing about Palestine are actually broke af and are hoping nobody notices?

Required/ongoing military service, being under contract with groups like the Olympics, recent nation law changes, &/or being too broke to bail themselves out and are required to follow the law are the only real excuses celebrities can have

And, not to be rude but right

We're all just assuming certain celebrities got financial immunity. Like the same new media outlets that are telling us about celebs have been caught lying about Palestine. What is stopping the same media outlets from lying about th3 rich and famous? Celebs all got insiders who get the story immediately too. As a global community of consumers, we've all just been accepting of what is assumed to be facts for decades about certain people, especially EN speakers. So I gotta ask- Why would people like Beyoncé ,Rihanna, & Taylor Swift, who would have nothing bad happen to them, not put their foot down? They're financially immune, right?

As an annoying bitch but with morals, I can believe a lot of celebrities are actually horrible people behind closed doors. But I'm starting to wonder if they're also secretly broke and in m a s s i v e debt too. And I wonder what would happen if the FTC and IRS got involved in the US to look into it because you can't lie or manipulate your customers if you're advertising and publicly sharing about your business spending & earnings. A celeb can't say they're making x or y without ramifications.

[jjs-kiryu]

Katsura Kiryu Character Profile

Last Updated : 04/04/21

Disclaimer : This character is an OC for Jujutsu High Commu and has nothing to do with canon universe of Jujutsu kaisen

BASIC INFORMATION 

Name (Romaji) : Katsura Kiryu

Name (Kanji) : 楿 妃琉

Academy : Tokyo Jujutsu High

Nationality : Japanese

Date of Birth : 13 September 2005

Gender : Male

Sexuality : Pansexual

Blood type : A

MBTI : INTJ | The Architect 

Image color : Turquoise (#2dc6cb)

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APPEARANCE

Hair color : White

Eyes color : Turquoise

Height : 167 cm

Weight : 47 cm

Voice actor : Shimazaki Nobunaga

School uniform 

Standard Gakuran with Cursed school symbol buttons

Wearing Haori with hoodie over Gakuran 

Converse-like shoes

Fingerless black gloves

Accessories 

Turquoise necklace with Katsura clan symbol pendant and red tassel, used as personal cursed object

Magatama left earring with red tassel

Kitsune mask, wearing when he wants to hide his face during his expedition only

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FAMILY HISTORY

Father : Katsura Kamiyu | 楿 神友

Curse user level 1

From Tokyo Jujutsu High

He is skilled at reverse curse technique, which is one of the hardest technique and require lots of practices

He used to work at Jujutsu medic association, now left with an unknown reason

He already divorced to his wife, Hikarin, and only stays in same house as “parent” role only

Lately, he went to expedition way too frequently, for an unknown reason too

At the present, his status is unknown

Mother : Katsura Hikarin | 楿 光凜

Former name : Yanagi Hikarin (柳 光凜) from Yanagi clan (柳家)

Curse user level 2

From Kyoto Jujutsu High

She met Kamiyu when they went to same expedition 

She is Shikigami user

She is the one who directly raising Kiryu up by herself due to her husband absences

Clan history : Katsura clan | 楿家

Relatively new Jujutsu clan, formed during Taisho era by Katsura Seito (楿 清人)

The only clan’s cursed object is the clan symbol pendant, now is wearing by Kiryu all the time

Childhood

Kiryu born and raised by his mom in Tokyo

Being only child, Kiryu always played alone by himself back then which made him had communication and social gathering

He was heavily sick during his childhood. Actually, it was the effects from his “self-innate cursed power” which made his body can’t tolerate the curse power well enough due to his lack of controlling

After that, his mom gave him the pendant and taught him how to prepare and practice for his curse user ability

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CURSED POWERS

Voltage controller technique

Type of curse user : Innate Jujutsu

Cursed object medium : Katsura clan symbol pendant

A control of human body’s voltage (V)

Kiryu can makes the person’s body gains the high voltage (infinity voltage) with different voltage to the ground level (at 0 voltage)

The result come out as electrocute directly to the target person

The power can be effective as long as the target stays in the different voltage area

Backlash : Kiryu’s body will get numbed and paralyzed if he uses this power too long time. He can’t move his body unless someone has to help of move him out

Due to Kiryu’s personality is he likes to push himself too hard, he usually overuses his power and get heavily paralyzed and faint for days as result

Shikigami technique

Type of curse user : Practiced Jujutsu

Cursed object medium : Katsura clan symbol pendant

The same technique as his mom’s specialize

His Shikigami takes form as large white dog (resembles to Samoyed) which has a name “Salmon”

Salmon can release electricity, using the same method as how Kiryu releases his curse technique

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PERSONALITY

Personalities 

Cool-looking and very distance during first time of meeting

In reality, he’s super shy baby who is easily frustrated by many things

He didn’t talk with you that much during first meeting, but next time he will speak more and more until you get tired of him

A Tsundere. Period.

Hate close combat

And also hate exercise too. The only sports that he can takes is swimming

He’s good at generic academic subjects. According to this fact and his obsession to science, he tends to not believe the existence of all “Curse spirits and Jujutsu world” in general. However, thanks for his curse technique which is voltage controlling and he being attend to Jujutsu High, later he has no problem with Jujutsu world anymore

He doesn’t like to eat. He is always suffering in silence whenever his friends dragging him to eat stuffs.

When Kiryu is angry, since he’s INTJ so he won’t show off his anger that visible. However, he will never forget and forgive of the person who caused him like that

Likes 

Color : Turquoise | Mint | Teal | Navy blue

Deadpan jokes

Boba Matcha milk tea (0% sweetness)

Large breed dogs

Personal schedule

Salmon sashimi

Least sweet mint chocolate

Dislikes 

Color : Orange | Yellow | Pink (He actually likes pink in secret)

Pikachu due to his friends love to mock him like that (from his electric power)

Close combat

Sweets in general

Cats

Liar

Every kind of fruits

Cold weather (his tolerance is low)

When he’s sick, he’s super clingy and annoying and requires lots of attention from others so he knows himself like that

Hobbies 

Playing with dogs

Drawing, sketch, doodle something

(His friends like to tease him by convince him to “fix” the electrical appliances” -- again, from his electricity controlling power)

Misc

“Kiryu | 妃琉” is the combination of 妃 which means “princess” and 琉 which means part of “Lapis lazuli”

His mom gave him his name. There’s no reason explain yet why his name has one feminine Kanji

“Katsura | 楿” uses different Kanji that usual way of spelling Katsura | 桂

Kiryu body has extremely high (almost infinity) body resistance (R). Thus, it’s also extremely rare to get him electrocuted.

Kiryu can learns melody or musical notes from his ears only. However, he’s not an instrument player.

Since Kiryu is small and is underweight than male standard, combine with the fact his face is in feminine range, he’s usually being the crossdressing target from his friend. (He likes it tho, but as well, as secret)

“I’m tired of you, you piece of cheese.”

[gardendroid]

me: oh i can wait til friday to take down that donations post, it’ll take a while peeps: *fill it up & more in like one day*  me: AIGHT

[whumpywhumper]

Trouble

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

TW: Sick fic, mostly fluff 

Tagging: @misspelledwitch @insanitywishes @imagination1reality0 @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @voidwhump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @walkingchemicalfire @captivity-whump @liliability @muumimafia @fanastywhump @elisabethrosewrites @unsure-but-alive-752 @jeverest00 @texdoeshalo 

As always, special thanks to: @0idril0 @rosesareviolentlyread 

I’m spoiling you with content, it’s been months since i’ve posted this much. This is set shortly after Markus is released from the hospital, in the vague future timeline. 

Masterpost

V***V 

Markus shivered, pushing himself deeper into the couch, icy hand tucking the blanket around the exposed skin of his neck.

He really wanted to sleep. If he could sleep then maybe he’d start to feel better.

The doctors had warned him about pushing himself too hard so soon after being released, but working on one charm had rolled into the next, and before he knew it, he’d been working for hours. He had barely managed to drink some tea before the exhaustion was rolling over him. The sandwich he hadn’t even really wanted was still sitting on the coffee table, untouched.

What he really needed was sleep anyway.

He grunted, shifting on the couch to try and soothe the ache in his back and muscles. Now that he wasn’t vertical, he couldn’t find the motivation, or the energy, to get up and go to bed.

The couch was comfortable enough, usually. He would just sleep here.  

If only he wasn’t so damn cold.

Groaning, he leveraged his heavy eyelids open and found Kincaid’s blanket thrown over the back of the couch. It was a thick, lumpy crochet thing that Ben had apparently made for him years ago, and the man was ridiculously proprietary of it. Even Ben wasn’t allowed to use it without suffering from Kincaid’s damn puppy dog eyes.

Heavy eyes slid across the room, the dusk light creating shadows over the empty apartment. From what he recalled, Ben and Kincaid wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Snaking his arm out into the frigid air, he snagged the soft material and pulled it over his own blanket, the heavy weight pressing him back down into the couch. Heat slowly built under the blankets, and while Markus didn’t feel any more comfortable than before, it allowed his muscles to relax.

With a sigh, he let his eyes slide back closed, eyelashes feeling glued together. Absently, he hugged himself, arms bracing his perpetually aching ribs. He took a deep breath, coughing slightly as the air tickled his throat, and rubbed his cheek against the throw pillow.

Maybe he could sleep now. Get some energy back. He would feel better in the morning.

~~

Ben unlocked the apartment door, his duffle hanging heavy on his shoulder as he made his way into the dark entryway.

Trying to be quiet, he lowered the bag to the floor and toed off his shoes. It had been a long day, and Ben was eager to get to bed even though he wouldn’t be sleeping next to Kincaid. The other officer was still on stake out, but Holland had sent Ben home.

He’d fucking fallen asleep. Twice.

Using the light of his phone, he illuminated his way into the kitchen, grimacing when the oven clock announced that it was two o’clock in the morning. He groaned lowly, rubbing at his whiskery cheeks. Grabbing a glass of water, he thought about rummaging in the refrigerator, using the microwave to heat up something, but he didn’t want to wake Markus.

They were getting along better, the witch was less wary of him now, but it was still day by day. Something about the fact that Ben wasn’t a supernatural made Markus nervous, and after everything he’d been through, it was tough to blame him.

Shuffling toward the living room, he yawned, intent on the bedroom at the opposite end. A soft, muffled whimper from the couch, however, halted him in his tracks, ice sliding down his spine.

He swung around, the dim light of the phone not doing much other than showing him an indistinct lump on the couch. Infinitely more awake than before, his hand snagged the chain on the standing lamp, the soft, yellow light flooding their apartment. Ben’s eyebrows drew together in concern when he made out the lump on the couch.

Markus’s tall figure was curled up there, somehow buried in the cushions to where only the back of his head was visible. Ben’s heart swelled when he realized that the witch was wrapped in Kincaid’s throw.The blanket was a monstrosity of yellow and white, Ben’s ill conceived hobby resulting in only the one blanket that he’d gifted to Kincaid for their second anniversary.  

It was ridiculous, not to mention inappropriate, how his heart skipped a beat and sped when he thought about Markus being wrapped in it.

Padding over on sock clad feet, Ben peered into the cocoon of blankets and frowned at what he saw. Markus’s face was flushed, color high on the apples of his cheeks, and his eyes moved rapidly under red tinged lids. Ben cocked his head, ears picking up on the slight wheeze to each of his sleep heavy breaths.

“Markus?” he questioned softly, hesitant to startle his friend. The witch barely stirred, his nose wrinkling slightly as he let out another quiet sound of discomfort. As gently as he could, Ben brushed the back of his fingers against the sleeping man’s cheek, unsurprised by the heat he found there. He tsked, frown deepening.

On autopilot, Ben moved to he and Kincaid’s bathroom, collecting the supplies he would need and snatching one of his many kits from under the sink. He wasn’t terribly worried, even though the witch hadn’t been out of the hospital all that long. Markus’s immune system was down, and the witch hadn’t been very receptive to all of their warnings about taking it easy. This was probably just a bug, but he still needed to check Markus’s injuries and see if they’d gotten infected.

Back in the living room, Markus hadn’t moved, his dark hair glistening slightly with beads of sweat. Sliding an untouched sandwich out of the way, Ben set his supplies down on the coffee table, and started rubbing Markus’s shoulder through the blankets. “Hey, Markus,” he called, voice slightly louder than before but still soft, “I need you to wake up for a minute, okay?”

Markus shifted slightly, moaning in complaint when Ben started rubbing his back a little harder. “Wake up, buddy, I need to check you out.” Green eyes creaked open to glare at him, and Ben couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Even hazy with fever and sleep, Markus’s ire at being bothered was clear. “Easy there, tiger,” he chuckled, “it’s just me.”

“Ben?” Markus mumbled, voice rough, “wha’s goin’ on?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” he answered, smiling encouragingly, “I think you’ve got a fever, I gotta check you out, make sure nothing’s wrong.”

The other man grumbled, turning his face back into the pillow. “‘M fine, just need some sleep.”

“Nuh-uh,” Ben shook his head, not allowing him to escape that easy. He brushed his fingers through Markus’s hair, pulling gently at his shoulder. “At least roll over and let me check your temp, huh? Get some ibuprofen in you.”

“Don’ wanna,” Markus groused, “‘Lemme alone, ‘m sore.”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Ben said under his breath, reaching behind him for the temporal thermometer. As well as he could, he pressed the small device against Markus’s forehead, rolling to get an accurate read. 101.8. He winced, whistling through his teeth. “Yeahhh,” he drawled, “you’re running a fever, Bambi. C’mon,” he coaxed, pulling at the corner of the blankets. He needed to get that fever down and the only thing the blankets were doing was making it worse.

Markus shivered, whimpering softly as the cool air hit his fever warm skin. “You suck,” he whined, “it’s cold.”

“I know I do,” Ben agreed, helping Markus as the witch finally cooperated and rolled onto his back. “I’m gonna grab you some water to wash these down with, I’ll be right back.”

Throwing his arm over his eyes, the witch nodded stiffly as he clenched his jaw against chattering teeth. “Be here,” he said faintly, fisting his free hand in the corner of the blanket.  

Ben shook his head, pressing his lips together as the exposed line of Markus’s throat caught the dim light, the small, shiny scars from the bite marks standing out. The poor guy can’t catch a break, he thought darkly.

In the kitchen, he grabbed one of the chilled water bottles they had in the fridge. As an afterthought, he snagged a soft towel from their overstuffed drawer and wet it. He knew how much he hated being touched when he was running a fever, but he didn’t want that for Markus. Hopefully, the worn material wouldn’t chafe the witch’s oversensitive skin.

“Can you sit up for me, Markus?” he called, hearing a groan answer him. He returned to the witch leveraging himself up on his elbows, arms shaking as his dark hair fell into his face. Ben darted in to support Markus’s shoulders, murmuring a soft apology as his quick movement garnered a flinch. “Sorry, baby,” he murmured, the much more familiar endearment slipping from his lips as easy as breathing, “sorry, just want to help a little.”

Markus let him take over the movement, allowing Ben to brace him against the back of the couch as he sat next to him. “S’okay,” the witch sighed, “just dinn’t see you.” Their eyes met, and Markus’s placating smile wasn’t enough to hide all of the exhaustion that had nothing to do with fever and sickness.

Ben suppressed the instinctive need to soothe him, knowing it would just be taken as pity, and hummed in response. “Take these for me?” he requested, handing over a few ibuprofen. The witch grimaced, but tossed the pills back and dry swallowed with the practiced motion of one accustomed to a barrage of medications. Ben cracked open the water bottle and held it out, but one look at Markus’s shaking hands had him raising it for the other to drink.

A glassy, irritated glare was all the objection he received, so he let the bottle rest against Markus’s chapped lower lip, ignoring the way the water soothed the dry skin as he tipped it. Markus drank a few mouthfuls of the cool water, shaking his head and turning away with an exhausted sigh when he was done. “Okay, baby, just a little more, and I’ll let you go to sleep,” Ben said quietly, “Can I see those incision sites? I need to know if they’re infected.”

“Can’t get me outta my clothes that easy, Ben,” Markus slurred, eyelids firmly closed even as his lips lifted in a soft smile, “gotta at leas’ buy me dinner.”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, his hand moving to brush the hair away from Markus’s eyes without even registering the motion. “Aw, c’mon gorgeous, you’ll make my night.”

Markus laughed, but the exhale turned into a low, grinding cough that made Ben’s smile drop into a concerned frown. The witch grimaced in discomfort, hugging his ribs as he tried to even his breathing. “Fucking hell,” Markus cursed, breaths rough in his throat.

“Yeah, okay, Bambi,” Ben soothed softly, petting through Markus’s hair again. His chest ached when the witch turned to nuzzle into Ben’s palm, the unconscious action startlingly comfortable. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, fingers going to the buttons of Markus’s soft flannel. Clinically, he examined his friend’s lingering injuries, moving the waist of his sweats as modestly as he could so that he could palpate the healing stab wound above his hip.  Other than a grimace at the ache, Markus didn’t show any sign of discomfort, and Ben felt himself relax when there wasn’t any sign of infection.

“I don’t think anything’s infected,” he announced softly, pulling the stethoscope from his bag, “but I’m thinking that cough is going to be our culprit.” The cool circle of the tool made Markus jump, and Ben hissed in apology. “I always forget to warn about that, sorry, pumpkin. Take a deep breath for me?”

Markus obeyed, staying limp against the couch as he took the careful, measured breaths that Ben requested. His skin was pebbling with goosebumps as the fever made him shiver, a slight sheen of sweat highlighting his pale skin. “‘M really cold,” Markus whimpered, eyes sliding open to half mast as his breath colored with the sound of a sob.

Ben’s heart broke, and he set aside the stethoscope to pull Markus’s shirt closed. “I’m done, baby, I’m sorry. I know you’re cold.” He disentangled Kincaid’s throw from Markus’s and draped the crocheted blanket back over him, tucking it around him even though he probably needed the thinner material of the other blanket. “I think you’re gonna be okay, so no ER tonight. Do you want to stay here or do you want to go to your bed?”

“Not movin’,” Markus muttered petulantly, long, dark eyelashes kissing his rosy cheeks as he seemed to sink back into the cushions.

“Gotcha,” Ben chuckled, “I’m gonna help you lay back down, okay?” Carefully, he slid his arm under Markus’s shoulders, free hand cradling the back of the other man’s head as he moved to stand and free up the space on the couch.

A hand latched onto Ben’s bicep through the blanket, and he froze when Markus’s foggy green eyes fluttered open to stare into his own. “Don’t go?” the witch breathed, the request so soft that Ben wouldn’t have been sure he heard it except for the desperate longing in Markus’s eyes.

It was impossible for his weak heart to resist.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Ben replied, settling back onto the cushion and grabbing the damp cloth he’d set aside.  Reverently, he maneuvered Markus so that he was in the circle of his arms, heart fit to burst as Markus’s cheek settled against his chest, “I won’t go anywhere.”

Gently, Ben pressed the cool cloth to Markus’s face, moving it over his heated cheeks and down to his neck. The witch sighed in relief even as another shiver stole through his body. Ben smiled sadly, knowing the contradiction of fever hot cheeks and cold aches that made your entire body sore. Absently, he pressed his lips against Markus’s hair, holding the other man as his breathing evened out into a restful sleep.

It wasn’t long before Ben joined him even with the light of the lamp pressing against his eyelids. The exhaustion of the day, the last several weeks really, catching up with him as he held his friend.

That was how Kincaid found them hours later. Ben’s legs stretched out in front of him and his cheek smashed into Markus’s hair. A gentle kiss to the forehead had Ben twitching and opening his eyes, automatically smiling as he met his lover’s gaze. “Hey, baby,” Ben whispered softly, words ponderous and sleepy.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Kincaid whispered back as he ran a hand through Ben’s dirty hair, “what’s going on?”

Ben hummed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he picked his head up. “Markus was running a fever,” he answered, yawning through his teeth. “He didn’t want to get up.”

Kincaid’s face creased in concern, moving his hand from Ben’s head to brush the back of his fingers against Markus’s cheek. The witch didn’t stir other than to curl his fingers tighter around Ben’s thigh, causing Ben himself to blink in surprise. He didn’t remember Markus’s hand moving there.

“He still feels a little warm, but it doesn’t seem high.”

“I think he pushed himself a little hard today, I don’t think it’s too serious. We’ll monitor him, make sure he takes care of himself and doesn’t let it get worse.”

Kincaid nodded, and Ben watched his lover’s eyes soften as he took in the two men curled together on the couch. His big hands were gentle when he pulled the edge of his blanket back around Markus’s shoulder, smoothing the bunched, well-loved yarn as he stroked his back. Already wrapped around his little finger, Ben thought, heart swelling.

“We’re in so much trouble,” Ben murmured, smiling softly when Kincaid’s eyes snapped over to his own. Ben didn’t feel anything other than acceptance, love, and affection in his expression when he pressed his cheek against Markus’s hair again. There was nothing else in his heart for both of these two.

“I know,” Kincaid whispered, shaking his head a bit as his growing smile turned rueful.

They didn’t need anything else to know that the other was on the same page.

Slowly, Kincaid bent to place a kiss on Markus’s forehead as well, his other hand curled around Ben’s nape.  

[timextoxhajima]

HOSTIS, Chapter VI: Venerem, Aphrodite

Previous Chapter (V: Monitum)

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): comedy, drama, angst?

Category: Short Novel/Long Series

zeus has sent me my aphrodite, and there’s no way i’m going to let her go.

fucking ares

where the fuck were you when i needed you?

motherfucker--

"are you alright? you look a little pale," the cab driver scans you through the rear mirror, and you force a polite smile to display on your face.

if i wasn't fucking pummeled by the other ares last night, i wouldn't even BE in this damn cab.

"i'm alright, just feeling a little... crampy. that's all."

the cab driver nods and returns his attention to the road, your eyes travelling out the window to see the hospital building hiding behind some other architecture a distance away.

walking from the cab to your office in the neurology department without looking like you were stabbed in the abdomen was arguably the hardest task in the entire time you've been alive. on top of that, you failed.

your empty office greets you with a little dull wave of work, the clouds outside beginning to cry, as though mocking your plight. the first thing you do when you get to your desk was to turn on the classical music, which was the only thing you've been listening to since you went to bed.

cleaning yourself after being utterly smashed into pieces was so humiliating, even if you were alone when you did it.

the white coat finds your shoulders and your eyes flutter shut as you leaned back into your seat, the soft pitter-patter outside your window adding on to the peace and calm and tranquility of the--

"morning!"

motherfucker.

your eyes shoot wide open with horror flashbacks, and lucifer struts across the length of your office and into his. your lungs max out with a deep breath, your eyes closing again while your fingers search for your case which contained the slightly crumpled report you stole from the previous day.

the muscles in your pelvis aches the moment you stand up, and a soft wince shows itself on your face, the reflection of the pain staring right back at you in the black screen of your computer.

deliberately inhaling a large breath and exhaling through a little 'o' you made with your lips, it was a struggle to remember the last time you had difficulty gathering your courage to do something you didn't want to do.

his shadow just about sat down in his seat when you pushed your way into the office. you keep the door open with one foot against the door and one shoulder outside the room, and you hold out the report in your left hand.

you keep your head aligned with your body, and you were staring past the width of the door in your face, your eyes refusing to budge from its current line of sight.

"aren't people going to wonder why you're halfway into my office rather than you actually being in it?"

was having a break from detest, hatred, resentment, anger, displeasure, discontent -- a raging fire -- so hard to get?

reluctantly, you pull the rest of your body away from outside and into the office, trying to light your eyes on fire while you turned your attention to him.

he looked so prim and proper with his styled up hair and stupid white coat... it disgusted you to even watch him pretend like he didn't snap your spirit into half just about twelve hours ago.

he folds his arms across his chest and raises a cocky brow, eyes trailing to the stack of paper in your hand.

"this is yours," you hold it out to him, your glare shooting imaginary lazers into his chest where his heart would be. "take it back. i don't want your shit lying around in my office."

a scoff was barely heard, and he walks around his desk to the front, leaning his hip on the edge while he fiddles with the stationery on it.

"well, why don't you come here and give it to me?"

your glare hardens, but the smug look on his face remains. "don't push your luck."

his arrogant chin tilts upwards a little, giving you a better view of his nostrils while he crosses his arms across his chest again. he puckers his lips and furrows his brows while scanning you, the innocent blinking only fueling the pissed-off ares in you.

"well, if you're not gonna come here and give it to me then how else am i going to get it?"

a muscle in your right cheek twitches, and his stupid doctor-qualified eyes catch it.

"unless you're telling me you can't walk this distance of what, five steps?"

"no, i just don't want to bother walking to you."

"oh, really? so you bothered to fight through the pain in between your legs to get here, but not bothered enough to hand my work, which you took by the way, back to me?"

this piece of shit.

"whatever i do is none of your fucking business. it never has been and never will be. i'm just here to mend my mistake of taking what was yours," the little speech and false apology flies off your tongue in sharp, succinct words and how you wish they were each a dragonstar being hurled into his face. 

ares fuels your resentment for you to physically challenge him, and you throw the stack of sheets at him.

lucifer was not one bit amused when the report landed on the ground just about a metre away from his crossed feet. the pens in your coat pockets gets twirled and rolled around between your fingers while you ready yourself to turn around.

"you know what? i don't need it anymore anyway... since doctor kim already got both our files. no point for me to submit a report separately, right?"

your knuckles were unconsciously turning white with the harsh grip you were giving the door handle. if you put any more energy into it, you would've snapped the metal handle right off the glass.

"besides, you were just looking out for me, weren't you?"

the pens in your pocket get rounded up in your palm and you've barely gotten them out of the pocket when the words fly out your mouth first.

"you're such a--"

"good morning," the familiar voice strikes from behind you, and the muscles in your arm holding the pens freeze. you whip your head over your shoulder and see doctor choi's head poking through the gap of the office door and the glass wall, his eyes scanning the both of you over the rims of his spectacles.

"getting along well, i see," he comments kindly, maybe sarcastically, you couldn't tell, as lucifer bends down to pick up the report and places it on his desk.

"very well, just discussing about the research reports we submitted to doctor kim yesterday."

"i see," doctor choi nods and you take a step away from the door in case he wanted to come in, but an aching muscle cuts through your abdomen like a small knife and your entire body twitches a little in pain.

"anyway, doctor kim has requested for me to invite you to welcome a research intern joining us today. he'll be with us for two months, so don’t be surprised if doctor kim wants you to work with him every now and then.”

“okay, are we meeting him now?” lucifer’s voice gets nearer to you from the back, and his presence starts to loom over yours. 

"the two of you are, i have rounds to make that i’m sure the both of you have already made yourself familiar with the procedures,” doctor choi looks at his watch. “i do believe the intern will be here soon, so why don’t the two of you scoot over to the north wing... and i gotta bolt. ”

doctor choi waves and leaves abruptly, leaving the door to close right before your eyes. your attention zooms in on the reflection of the frosted glass, and lucifer stops right next to you, orbs of triumph and pride looking down at you. 

the refusal to look at him was crushed when his fingers find your chin and tilts it towards him, the sudden contact triggering a sense of displeasure as you remove your face from his hold. 

“don’t touch me.”

his lips pull apart and his teeth shines at you, and he blinks like he knew your deepest darkest secret. 

which he unfortunately does. 

“it’s alright,” he hums as he reaches for the metal handle on the door. “say whatever you want to say, but we both know how easy for it to... reverse that thought.”

he pulls the door open and stands back against it, one arm gesturing out to you as his service smile pulls up onto his face. “ladies first.”

physical pain was suddenly made all the more worse in the five minute walk from the neurology offices in the east to the research department in the north. every move your legs made only made the ache between your thighs ache, and it really felt like you were constantly being given a punch in the gut with every step you took. 

most people who saw you would’ve probably noticed you were walking strangely, but of course, nothing much comes to mind. 

but when lee hyunjae sees it, it’s like watching a comedy; it’s like watching his very own masterpiece strut round on two legs. he was walking behind you the entire time, and despite the deafening silence between the two of you, you’d hear a soft scoff or arrogant snicker from behind you. 

not only did it hurt your pride and fuel your resentment towards him, but it also made you feel so powerless, so physically resigned and degraded in his eyes; in your own eyes. 

now that he’s roamed his hands all over your skin in places he shouldn’t even have touched, you couldn’t forget it, or at least, your body couldn’t. 

there was no way to decide if you were more humiliated because he broke you, or that that you even begged to come.

the lift of the north wing finally reaches the floor where the research department was, and you walk out almost like you were walking in heels. the steps behind you quicken as he overtakes you, his lips dangerously close to your ears when he whispers words that you would’ve sliced his tongue off for saying. 

“later, when the intern sees you, try not to make it so obvious that you were fucked hard last night.”

the temples in your forehead tighten and your jaw locks when you clench your teeth together. the smile on his face was so tempting to rip off, all you wanted to do was to ram a fire extinguisher into his balls. 

“good morning, doctor kim!” the greeting was so annoyingly loud and cheerful, it irked you to even hear his voice. 

“ah, there you are!” the bright grin on doctor kim’s face was so hearty and welcoming, all you wanted to do was to hug him and complain that lee hyunjae was bullying you. 

“i was getting worried that doctor choi wouldn’t let the two of you come to meet the intern. he’s on his way up right now, and i’m so excited to be around young people again,” he balls his fists and hops a little on the spot. lucifer smiles and takes the initiative to wipe a small puddle of dried coffee off his desk, and the mild gesture was disturbingly comforting.

“the good old days,” doctor kim falls back into his chair and turns himself in circles, his eyes plastered to the ceiling but it wasn’t long before you could tell he was starting to get dizzy. 

lucifer gently runs his palm on the top of the chair to slow it down, and he pats the elderly doctor on the shoulder with a soft smile. “don’t think you should be trying to hurl out your breakfast right before meeting the intern, doctor.”

the wrinkles extend themselves along his forehead and features when a sheepish smile spreads across his face, and you purse your lips in attempt to hide your soft side. 

“you’ve got a point there, doctor lee,” he rubs the back of his neck before hyunjae helps him to his feet, holding onto his arms the way you were trained to hold a frail patient to his feet. 

“what are you doing holding me like that!” the elderly doctor berates hyunjae, but he doesn’t let go. 

“you were spinning in circles and got dizzy just seconds ago!” hyunjae’s arm wraps around doctor kim’s shoulders to stabilise him before letting him go. “wouldn’t want you to pass out or something before the intern comes.”

doctor kim huffs and waves him off while hyunjae removes his hands off him. the ring of the lift steals all of your attention, and a lost looking young man exits through the doors when they open. staff members flood out onto the floor from behind him while he stares at some file in his hand, a lanyard around his neck that said ‘RESEARCH INTERN’.

“you must be son young jae!” the enthusiastic call-out startles you when doctor kim nearly yells at the top of his voice. the young man turns in response to the name, and a bright, gleaming smile provides you with the view of his teeth and adorable half-folded eyes. 

“are you doctor kim... ryuk hoon?” he questions as the two walk towards each other, leaving lucifer and you in doctor kim’s cubicle to observe the situation. 

you were worried the two were just going to stand in the middle of the pathway while the elder doctor checks his administrative forms for the internship, because you sure as hell didn’t want lucifer to start whispering nonsense in your ear like some demon in the night. 

thank god doctor kim wraps his arm around the intern and walks him over to the two of you and does the introductions.

“this is doctor l/n y/n and doctor lee hyunjae of the neurology department. they are both still in their two weeks of mentoring under the neurology department head but they are also attached to the research department because of their credentials in med-school,” the young man reaches out to you first, and you politely shake his hand. your eyes meet, and his smile gets a tad bit wider. 

the way his eyes halved when he smiled was so admirable, you almost wanted to pull him into a hug and pat him on the head. 

the intern moves on to shake lucifer’s hand, and you see again that pinch of disgust in his eyes when he touches a hand that just touched yours. 

“this is son young jae, and he’ll be with us for two months. i might end up putting the three of you in a research project team at some point of time in these two months, provided your boss won’t kill me,” he directs the last statement at both you and lucifer, and a laugh shrugs it off.

“oh, it’s great to be here-- it’s great to meet all of you! doctor kim can call me young jae but the two of you can call me eric. that’s usually how i introduce myself to people closer to my age to make it less awkward.”

“is that your english name or is it a nickname?” you raise a brow and watch in awe at his high levels of energy and enthusiasm. 

you would’ve probably been like that if you weren’t completely fucked over from last night. 

literally. 

“it’s my english name! i spent a lot of my childhood in LA so most of my friends there know me as eric. young jae is reserved for whenever i come back to korea,” doctor kim takes some of the administrative sheets from him to check and confirm the internship information with his digital copies. 

“oh,” you respond with slight surprise. “alright then, welcome to the research department, eric.”

“thank you!” he gives you a tight bow, and doctor kim taps on his shoulder to return him the forms. “i totally look forward to working with all of you. seriously, i’m so psyched for this stuff.”

your mouth was already open, ready to encourage his eagerness to be part of the staff, but lucifer beats you to it. 

“i’m as psyched as you are, eric. welcome to the team.”

the pat lucifer offered his shoulder looked oddly stiff, and you smile at eric again to mask the slightly awkward atmosphere in the air. 

doctor kim leaves eric with the both of you to help orientate him around. doctor choi came round at least twice but was shooed away by doctor kim. 

“you don’t even need them to do anything much for you,” doctor kim said, both times he came round. 

lunch hour arrived and doctor kim tells the both of you to bring eric to the eatery to eat up, and afterwards eric would return to the research department for instructions to being his internship officially while the two of you would finish your second last day of being a mentee. 

sitting down for two hours talking to eric completely eradicated any memory of the previous night. though lucifer was right next to eric who was wedged between the two of you the entire time, all your attention chose to focus on was the way he talked about research and how much he wanted to contribute to society. 

but when doctor kim started chasing the lot of you away to the eatery, standing up became a major chore.

the three of you entered the lift, and you were already prepping questions in your head to ask eric before someone decides that teasing you would be a great idea. yet, it was like the heavens sent you an angel, and he was right next to you.

“i’m sorry if i’m intruding, but are you injured somewhere? you were walking funny just now, even though the lift was barely a fifty metre walk from doctor kim’s cubicle.”

your eyes capture the glimmer of evil that flashed across lucifer’s face, and the self-restraint you needed not to throw a pen at him right infront of eric was slightly overwhelming. 

“i... did some major cardio last night. obviously, it wasn’t a good idea.”

lucifer scoffs and decides to join in the conversation. “if only she knew what to do and what not to do to get herself into such excruciating pain.”

eric glances at the both of you, and his attention settles down on you again after a few moments. 

“hey, if you need help with cardio or working out, i could totally give you some tips to reduce the pain. i work out a lot in my own time, so i’m fully aware of how shitty it gets when the ache settles in.”

oh. my. god. 

“really?” your peripheral vision completely deletes lucifer from your view and your eyes lock with eric’s.

the lift doors open and people start walking past the group of you while eric paces his steps with yours. 

“oh, totally! there’s a bunch of protein and vitamins you can take to maximize the gains from your cardio workouts. i’m gonna guess you didn’t stretch before you started,” he squints and lifts a finger at you. 

a small giggle escapes your lifts at the sight, and you nod while covering your mouth. 

“i knew it,” eric gives you a little punch on your arm. “most people underestimate the wonders stretching do.”

“then i guess i should start stretching before i do anything else.”

“you should never do anything without stretching,” eric’s attention starts to wither away at the stalls in the eatery, and you simply follow his line of sight to see that he naturally gravitated back to western food. 

“what’s good here?” his fingers caress his chin, eyes reflecting the light off the led menu board. his jawline looked so tempting to touch, but you stop your wild thoughts by turning to look at the menu as well. 

“western food’s not too bad, and the sushi’s great. but yesterday i went out to the nearby cafe to get takeaway chowder and garlic bread instead because the rest isn’t really to my taste.”

he hums in acknowledgement, eyes still running through the menu. 

“so was the chowder good?” he side-eyes you with a curious brow raised, and your heart dies a little on the inside. 

“not bad. i’d totally go over but i’m in more pain than i’d like to admit.”

he chuckles and shoves his hands into his pockets. “you must’ve had a swell time getting here from home.”

“it wasn’t too bad,” you shrug and the world stops when you look at eric. “i was in a cab, but the driver could tell i was about to pass out.”

“cab?” he turns to you, and both his pretty eyes come into view. “i was going to ask how you drove here with such an aching core.”

the sound of the rain outside reminds you that it was a wet day, and bolt of lightning splits the dark, grey sky into half for a split second. a violently loud clap of thunder runs through the eatery, and the sudden call from nature startles you. 

“well... now i definitely wished i had my own car,” you regain your composure and pull out your phone to scroll mindlessly.

“aw, no, i’ll give you a ride after work!” he reaches both his arms out to you, gently tapping your forearm with one of his hands. 

i’m gonna fucking cry--

“aw, really?” you try to mask the confirmation question with a slightly mischievous tone, but deep down, you were ready to litter kisses all over his face for being such a nice guy. 

just where in the world were you going to find another eric son young jae?

“yeah, totally. what time do you get off?”

“i--”

“whoa, y/n,”

that fucking voice--

“hitting on the intern so fast?” 

your lungs suck in air quickly in attempt to restraint your violent thoughts of gouging out his eyes and ripping his tongue out between his lips, your fists balling into tight fists when you turn to side-eye him. 

“you clearly have no clue what hitting on looks like, do you... doctor lee?”

“oh, trust me,” eric chimes in, and a one-sided sense of protection starts to blanket over you. “i know what hitting on feels like and it’s kinda gross.”

you turn around, refusing to look at lucifer while eric continues to entertain him.

“i’m just giving her a lift back home because she’s in some sucky pain. i know how it feels so it’s just a little favour.”

a small smirk pulls your lips up your cheek, and you revel in the little acknowledgement lucifer provides eric. 

the rest of the day was spent avoiding the hell out of lucifer, and you were lucky that every time doctor choi came around to look for the two of you, only one of you was needed. 

six o’clock reached pretty fast and you bolted out your office door even before lucifer got out of his seat. you reach the basement where the carpark lot was, and happiness washed over you like you just died and went to heaven when you notice eric standing right at the automatic glass doors of the lift lobby.

he greets you and leads you to the car, asking you to key in your address in his phone gps while he fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. 

the vehicle beeps, and the gps loads your location on the screen. your arm was already stretched out to return the phone to him, but the whirring of the lift lobby glass doors capture your attention.

the sight of lucifer himself throws you off your already painful balance, and you kick some imaginary rock in your path. 

a short, sharp yelp runs through your teeth as your center of gravity begins to tip. but eric’s arms catch you on your way down to the ground, and he hoists you up easily, naturally grabbing onto your upper arms tightly.

“jesus, are you alright? what’d you kick?” his eyes dart around on the floor. “did i trip you by accident? i’m sorry--”

“oh, no! no, no,” you straighten yourself and shift backwards, slightly embarrassed and a tad bit disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t even walk properly anymore. “i’m alright, i was just being clumsy, that’s all.”

“um, okay... well, let’s get you in the passenger’s seat first.”

eric literally supports you like you were missing a leg to the passenger’s seat, and you find the tiniest opportunity to roll your eyes at lucifer, who was still standing at the lift lobby glass doors, a look arrogance painting his face.

if you could take a knife to slice off his lips that had that smug smile off, you would’ve. 

zeus has sent me my aphrodite, and there’s no way i’m going to let her go. 

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Chapter VII: Partium

[butterflydreaming-writes-fic]

*sweats* I'm excited to offer a gift fic for @imthatpeculiarone in this round of the Profound Bond Gift Exchange: Reunion. 

Title: This Wheel's on Fire 

Word Count: 3,419 

Fluff, Rated Gen

An old Lincoln Continental with faded paint nearly hits Baby in the supermarket parking lot. Dean slams the brakes. His untasted coffee takes a dive, and Dean is quickly slapping take-out napkins from the glove box stash even as he slides into an open parking spot. He takes a minute of the limited time he has for this errand to get himself calmed down.

His temper flares up again when he sees that he’s parked next to the gold Continental. He doesn’t have time to move the Impala to another spot, so he slides over the bench seat. The Fiat on that side is crookedly parked but still leaves enough space for Dean to open the door more than four inches.

Phone in hand,  he scrolls through Jody’s text messages for the list. While he was driving to the store, she’s added more. He grabs a shopping cart on the way in, notes where the freezer with the ice is, and speeds up an aisle toward the bakery section, where he almost collides with a guy striding through the T-intersection.

“Shit! By bad,” Dean says, stopping short of running the startled man down.

The man squints. His blue eyes burn brighter. “That would be the second time today,” he accuses.

“What?” Dean asks.

The man rolls his eyes. “I don’t have time for this,” he gripes as he beelines for another section of the store.

Dean doesn’t have time either. The cake is ready when he gets to the bakery counter, but they’ve written “Congratulations Kelsy” instead of “Kelly.” To fix it, Dean would have to wait for the only person on staff with the rare skill of being able to write with decorator gel to get back from a break of unknown duration. He takes the cake as-is and a tube of Cake Mate. He rattles through the aisles for the rest of the supplies, eyes the coffee cart, but opts to get in the shortest of the long checkout lines instead.

The cranky guy gets in line behind him.

Their eyes meet and lock. For a second it looks like the guy might yield and move to another line, but as Dean is starting to unload his items onto the belt, the guys interrupts.

“Can I go ahead of you? I only have three things.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Dean says. “I’m on a clock.”

“I’m not your buddy,” Blue Eyes snipes. He eyes Dean’s purchases, expression a mix of irritation and confusion.

“Man, what is your issue with me?” Dean protests. “Look, I haven’t had my coffee yet, so maybe I’m missing something. But I’ve gotta finish shopping and be gone in sixty seconds, OK? There’s a pregnant lady waiting for her cake and baby shower games. I’ll be out of your life in five minutes.”

The man’s face suddenly brightens. “You’re going to a baby shower.” The brilliance of his smile is like white sparks. Dean feels his body respond to the warmth of that smile even though the sudden transformation from pissy to friendly throws him.

The checker has started scanning Dean’s purchases. He gives her the sticker with the barcode for the cake. “And six bags of ice,” he tells her.

Blue Eyes asks, “Is the party for your partner?”

That startles a laugh out of Dean. “No,” he answers, a drawn out negation. “My friend is hosting. The mom-to-be is from her church.” He adds, “I’m not seeing anyone currently.” He gives the guys his own friendly smile.

Dean’s lure lands, because the man extends a hand. “I’m Cas. By the way.”

“Dean.” They shake hands. Cas has a strong grip. In the fleeting skin to skin contact notes the slight callous and Cas’s long fingers. He has good hands.

“It's a happy occasion.” Cas sets down his purchases: a guinea pig plushie, pack of gold gift wrapping tissue, and a glossy white bag decorated with rainbows and unicorns. A tween must be having a birthday. 

Dean reaches for his wallet to pay. It’s not in his pocket. “Crap.” This grocery store isn’t set up to take pay apps.

Cas catches on. “Dean, I’ve got this,” he says. “It’s just,” he gestures at the bags, “diapers and candy bars.” 

“It’s a lot,” Dean objects. “I’ll Venmo you the money right now.”

“I don’t know Venmo,” Cas says. He tells the cashier, “I’ll pay for mine with his.” To Dean he says, “Let’s exchange phone numbers and we can settle up later when we’re not holding up a checkout line.”

“Are you sure?” Dean asks.

“I believe in trusting people.” Cas nearly bumps Dean’s hip putting his card into the payment terminal. When the path is clear, Dean pushes the shopping cart past the checkstand, but for a long moment Cas and Dean are crowded into each other’s personal space. 

“You said you haven’t had coffee yet. Can I buy you a cup?” Cas points to the coffee cart. “I know you’re short on time, but we can get each other’s contact info while they make our drinks.”

They both order drip coffee, black. The barista doesn’t have any brewed, and offers a choice between Americanos or a five minute wait.

“We can blame our delay on traffic,” Cas suggests.

They opt for the wait.

“OK, give me your number,” Dean says after they take a table in the tiny dining area. “If you want I can bring you cash after I drop off the party stuff.”

The cart is too big, so Dean takes out the bags and sets them on the table, leaving the cart parked out of the way. He’ll need it when he gets the ice on the way out. They start out chatting about movies and end up in an oddly intense discussion about social justice and the existence of a benevolent God in the minutes until the barista calls out that their coffees are ready.

Dean takes the lid off and slugs the coffee. He can’t help the sound that comes out of him, even though it is borderline inappropriate for a grocery store. “That’s scalding,” he says, eyes watering, “but so good.” Cas is smiling at him. “My friend woke me up with the shopping emergency,” Dean explains. He gestures to his coffee-splattered clothes. “And then some dick in a crappy Continental makes a illegal left on the way in here — “

“Excuse me ,” Cas interrupts with flashpoint ire. “That turn was both legal and clear , and if your boat hadn’t been taking up two lanes we would not have had that near miss!”

Dean takes a long swallow of hot coffee before he gets in a fight over Baby’s honor. He takes a mental half-step back as he realizes that Cas was the driver earlier. Dean has a bad temper, he knows it, and he’s learned to be better about it than he was in his twenties. Cas had saved his bacon with the money thing, and he had done it in spite of thinking Dean was in the wrong.

“Look. Thanks for the help,” he says. He’s sincere but somehow it comes out sounding aggressive. “I mean it. Thanks.” Without saying anything more, he grabs his bags and stalks out. He makes it all the way to Baby before he realizes. He gets the shopping bags in the trunk and goes back for the forgotten ice.

Cas is walking directly toward him. For a solid three strides across the asphalt it is a game of chicken. They stare daggers at each other, oblivious to any traffic around. Nearly simultaneously, they both realize that Cas is walking to his car, which is parked right next to the Impala, and Dean is walking back into the grocery store. They pass each other; the absence of acknowledgement is an acknowledgement in itself.

Dean makes it back into the store, loads up a shopping cart with the ice Cas paid for, and pushes the rattling cart out the door and across the lot to his car. The Continental is still in its spot. Cas hasn’t left yet; he is sitting in the driver seat. Dean can’t get into his driver’s seat until Cas leaves, so he loads the ice into the trunk slowly. He finishes his coffee.

When Cas still hasn’t left, Dean walks around the Lincoln’s large ass end and raps a knuckle on the back window to get Cas’s attention. He waits for Cas to roll down the window a few inches, before pitching his voice to him. “I can’t get in my car until you pull out,” he tells him.

“Your shopping cart is in the way. I’ve been waiting until it’s safe,” Cas informs him.

Dean just shakes his head and walks away, dragging his cart to the corral at the end of the parking row. He lobs his empty paper cup into the same trash can he dropped the mess from his spilled coffee into. He watches Cas back out of the space, smooth and easy, the engine of the Continental bumbling like a contented bee as he drives away. Dean jogs back to the Impala and slides into the driver seat before a car can take the newly empty spot, not that anything would fill the space like that late ‘70s Lincoln Continental Mark V. 

He gets a weird feeling looking at the empty space. It feels like a missed opportunity. He wishes he’d kept his mouth shut about the left turn. How many times had someone cut him off in traffic or made a bad lane change, and how many of those times mattered after? None. He and Cas had been having a good conversation, connecting.

Dean tunes the radio to the classic rock station, relaxes with the comfortable and familiar, and heads out. Kelly’s address is less than five minutes away, but too many of the residential streets dead end, and by the time he finds the right path through, it’s been a quarter hour. there is space for him in the driveway, though, and he pulls in so that he can unload the ice bags. He tosses one on his shoulder and knocks on the unfamiliar door.

* * *

“I should have handled that better,” Cas says to the stuffed animal, his last minute gift for Kelly’s baby-on-the-way. Her house is close by and he knows the way, so he finds himself thinking about Dean, feelings a mix of irritation and deep attraction. Dean, who he will probably never see again.

Because he knows that quite a few guests will be attending her party, he parks the Lincoln around the block to leave space along the street in front of her home. Kelly Kline-Rooney and her husband Jefferson have a newly remodeled, two-story Craftsman home with a large yard and back garden. Cas drew the plans for the remodel, and over some difficulty with the contractor, he and Kelly became friends.

He’s arrived early to help with set up, but Jody, the organizer — who he meets for the first time — shoos him out of the kitchen, so he gets to spend the time with Kelly. “How are you,” he asks her, “and how’s the baby?”

“I’m good,” she says, “we’re both good.” She heaves a little sigh and fidgets in her armchair. “Actually, I’m a little wound up. I haven’t finished painting the mural in the nursery, and all of a sudden I feel like there won’t be enough time to get anything finished before my baby gets here.” She smooths a hand over her belly. Her expression changes and she gasps, “Oh! Give me your hand.” She takes him by the wrist and pulls his hand toward her baby bump.

He feels her baby kick, all that life, gearing up to meet the world. Cas has to admit, because Kelly has enthusiastically roped him into the experience of her pregnancy, he has become more interested in the idea of having children. It has broadened his outlook.

“Kelly,” he finds himself saying, “I met someone today.”

Her eyes sparkle with interest. “It’s not even ten o’clock yet!” she laughs.

“I met him at the grocery store,” Cas says, shrugging. He smiles, thinking about Dean. His smile breaks as he recalls how it played out. “Unfortunately,” he confesses, “we didn’t part on good terms.”

“Cas,” Kelly mourns. “What happened? Tell me all about it?”

“This beautiful man,” he starts, thinking of Dean, his deep voice and the way he spoke with conviction and certainty. The way he made direct eye contact. The sexy freckles and the shape of his lips.

“Yes?” Kelly prompts when Cas gets lost in thought.

He laughs. “He is… very attractive,” Cas emphasizes. “You know I’m not overly focused on appearances, but Dean.” He shakes his head and looks heavenward. His eyes fall to his hands. He picks at his fingernails. “We almost got into a car accident, and that’s what we ended up fighting about. But before that, we got coffee together and talked, and we exchanged numbers.”

“Well that’s good!” Kelly encourages. “Something sparked between you. You can call him and smooth things out.”

“I wasn’t in the wrong,” Cas grumps.

“No, sweetie. I’m not saying you have to apologize or anything. But you can talk. You only just met. Sometimes first meetings don’t go all that well because of sparks.” She gives him a robust pat on the knee. “I’m rooting for you.” Inching forward in her chair to get up, she sighs, “I miss drinks with booze in them. How about we get some fancy lemonade and pretend it’s rosé?”

“I’ll get it,” Cas says so that Kelly doesn’t have to rise. He enters the kitchen with a hello for Jodi and gets introduced to Patience a moment before she leaves to answer the front door. Cas can hear her greeting the newcomer, and he stops mid-pour when he hears the deep timbre that answers. He finishes pouring Kelly’s sparkling pink lemonade before he musters the question for Jodi, “Is that Dean?”

“You know each other?” Jodi responds with cheerful curiosity.

Patience comes back in, holding up a grocery bag. “Dean came through. I’m going to help him bring in the bags of ice — “

“I can help with that,” Cas interrupts.

“Would you? Thanks!”

The look on Dean’s face when he sees Cas is… not what Cas expected. Dean’s eyes light up, and there is a genuine wonder in his surprise.

  * * *

Missouri’s granddaughter, Patience Turner, waves for Dean to come inside. “Hi Dean! Jody’s in the kitchen.”

“Hiya, Patience. Where can I put the ice? I’ve got five more bags like this.”

“There’s a big cooler out on the barbecue patio,” she says. “Through the living room. I’ll get you some help unloading the car.”

The living room already has a dozen people in it. Dean exchanges salutations with the people he knows and exudes charm at the rest. He shakes out the bag of ice into the cooler, which looks big enough, and scopes out the landing spot for the cake. There is a long table already stocked with plates and plastic cutlery; it has some gifts on it that will need to be moved to join the pile of gifts on the coffee table. Dean registers that one is a white gift bag with unicorns and rainbows on it, stuffed with gold tissue.

Patience is in the entry with Cas.

For a solid beat, Dean doesn’t know what to think, because something in his chest turns over like a big engine revving up. Once the wheels of his mind get going, he still continues standing there like an idiot. “Hey, Cas,” he says.

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas turns and goes out the door. When they reach the Impala, they are alone together, and it is awkward. It is definitely awkward. Cas stands by the trunk, expectantly.

“Here, let me get that,” Dean says. As he unlocks and lifts the heavy lid of the trunk, they are standing too close again. Dean should mind that Cas’s keeps getting into his personal space, but he doesn’t. He wants to get closer. This level of attraction makes him stupid, and he feels the urge to make an offhand comment to sabotage himself.

But then Cas says, “I’m sorry we parted on a bad note.”

“Yeah, um,” Dean answers, “me too.” He knows it’s not enough, not when he’s gotten a second chance. “I mean, I’m sorry, too.” It’s hard to believe it can be that simple, but Cas’s face lights up with hope, so maybe it is. 

“Between the two of us, I’m sure we can get all of this in one trip,” Cas says, and now they have to get moving. Apparently, he is also a pro at self-sabotage. It’s weirdly comforting.

They don’t get much of a chance to talk alone after that. Dean fixes the writing on Kelly’s cake and catches up with Jody, while Cas makes party talk with the people he knows. They chat, but not alone, not until Dean is volunteered to fire up the barbecue and Cas escapes outside with him.

It’s a gas barbecue, and clean. There isn’t much to do while it heats up. “How do you like your burger?” Dean asks, because food is an easy topic.

Cas shrugs. “Well done?”

Dean shakes his head. “A good cut of grass-fed beef, medium rare — that’s a burger to sink your teeth into. Juicy, fresh.”

“I don’t eat much red meat anymore,” Cas says. “I sneak a trip to White Castle once in a rare while.”

“White Castle? You’ve gotta let me make you a real burger, Cas.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Trust the Meat Man,” Dean says, pointing both thumbs back at himself.

Cas squints at him. “You’re very confident in your opinions,” he says.

Dean’s not sure how to take that. “Shouldn’t I be?”

“There’s more than one side to things,” Cas answers.

“A right side and a wrong side?” Dean teases.

“Dean.” Cas gives him an eye roll and a look, a real cut the crap look that delights Dean. He knows he likes arguing with someone who can hold his ground.

“You’re easy to get riled up, y’know that?”

“Am I.” Cas’s tone is flirty.

“Or maybe it’s just easy for me to get your wheels burning,” Dean flirts back.

“How, by disparaging my car?” Cas asks.

Dean blinks. “Your car?”

“You called it ‘crappy’.” He does the air quotes. “It’s not. There’s a lot to love about an old car. As I would think you would know, since you have one yourself.”

“Did you just compare my Impala to your land yacht? How does a guy like you even have a car like that?”

“I like it,” Cas defends.

“It’s still not a Chevy,” Dean says.

“I have never understood the Ford - Chevrolet rivalry,” Cas comments. “They’re not sports teams. It’s bizarre.” He’s serious.

“OK, OK,” Dean responds. “I’m not trying to be an asshole,” he says. He adds on, “It just comes easy to me.”

“So we should just kiss and make up?” Cas asks, making eye contact.

Dean licks his lips. Damn, if that isn’t an invitation.

They both glance at the sliding glass doors and the potential audience inside. “Ah, the garden shed,” Cas starts. “There might be some needed equipment.”

“Yeah, barbecue stuff or,” Dean agrees.

As soon as they are inside the painted shed, they are in each other’s personal space again. There is nothing accidental about the kiss that follows. Cas’s hands grip Dean at the hip. Dean puts his hands on Cas’s jaw. He holds his head and kisses him deeply, eager to feel him. He gets Cas’s lower lip between his own and gently lingers as they explore each other’s mouths.

They make out for as long as they think they can get away with. But the barbecue is unattended, and they know someone will wonder where they’ve disappeared to if they are gone too long.

Dean makes the moment they have last as long as he can. “I guess we should get back,” he murmurs, nuzzling at Cas’s neck.

“Mmh,” Cas makes a noise that could be agreement.

“What are you doing after the party?” Dean asks.

“Probably helping clean up,” answers Cas.

“Funny, me too. What about tomorrow?”

“Well, tomorrow I have to run some errands after work. Grocery store shopping.” Cas’s eyes are twinkling.

“Oh. I see. How about I do the shopping, and cook you a nice dinner? My place?”

“You’re on, Meat Man,” Cas agrees.

* * *

[llazyneiph]

its been a busy fuckin week for this mod my ladz!!! i thought i would just give an end of week run down how everything is going, everything added so far and my to do list! also discord!!! and patreon!!! but i’ll talk abt that after this!! a general run down if u dnt know what this wip mod is:

The Royalty Mod gives your sims the opportunity to being the reigning Monarch of your game. They have the chance to become a Beloved Ruler or a Despised Tyrant (and will be treated as such!) They will be completely in control of a custom tax system, will the be benevolent and keep the taxes low or be greedy and fill their coffers with their subject’s simoleans? Be careful though, your actions will affect your citizens and their views of you! Your Monarch will be the most important piece of the puzzle, as they will be able to give titles to family and friends... or even a random street vendor. Having your Monarch bestow titles such as Crown Royals, Royal Partners, Servants, Court Wizards and more, keeps you out of CAS and IN your game! No more stopping and starting your gameplay!

A general overview of everything included so far:

Monarch: - A custom Heir system: Your Monarch can choose anyone bestowed with the title of Crown Royal or Royal Partner to become the next in line to the throne! And if they decide they made a mistake, the Heir can be disowned :((( sad lyfe As soon as the Monarch passes away, the Heir will automatically claim the throne! - If your Monarch dies before they get a chance to name an heir, then any Crown Royal or Royal Partner can vie for the throne. Whoever the people choose (gets to reputation level 6 - very good) first, will become the next Monarch! - Teens and up can become the Monarch, (lookin at u edward the 6th) - Custom tax system! Raise taxes to get more money instantly and in your weekly tax collection, but incur the ire of your subjects! Lower taxes and you will lose money and earn less each week but your subjects will love you! - Your Monarch will draw a crowd wherever they go! Even with no fame points they’ll attract a mass of adoring onlookers. (But no paparazzi for my historical players) - Make world-wide decrees - Listen to your subjects pressing concerns by telling your Trusted Advisor that you will hold a hearing, get that gud gud karma!! - Make anyone a Crown Royal! - Make the land celebrate your own birthday with a new Monarch’s Birthday tradition, with custom goals to be met! - Don’t walk like the rest of these peasants, make sure to enable your royal stride to royally stand out from the crowd. Not enough? Enable your regal glow to really drive home that you’re better than everyone else! - Royal greetings! - Allow your subjects to commence Sunday trading on a lot with the Market lot trait! Townies will come and man the stalls every sunday 9-3 and the royal family can peruse and purchase to their hearts content! -probably more that im forgetting!!!

Heirs, Crown Royals & Royal Partners: - Titles are bestowed by the monarch, crown royals & heirs can be titled at birth and Royal Partners can be titled after marriage! - Both can be named as Heir, and both can vie for the throne if the Monarch dies unexpectedly! - Your Monarch can make anyone a Crown Royal, so if you gameplayed that your Monarch adopted a poor orphan kid, then they can have a shot at the throne too! - All have multiple different social and skill modifiers, so they can make new friends fast and be better at everything than them! - Also all have their own socials - ALSO all can be completely banished from the royal family - u can defo marry into the royal family if u wanted, and make ur peasant family the next gen of royals ;))) - loads more but im so tired

Trusted Advisor: - Your Monarch will choose their trusted advisor! they advice! u on stuff! so choose wisely! - everything about taxes, beginning situations, domestic affair (and planning to add LOADS more) goes thru ur advisor, just like it does in real life and by real life i mean i think i just made that up - way more 2 come bros

- brand spankin new custom animations!!!!!!!!!!

Planned to Add (p much the same as last post): - unlockable interactions based on skills such as charisma - bad monarch reputation and tyrant trait to have the possibility of triggering a revolt??? - Custom situations to trigger weekly events such as royal hearings, banquets ect. - custom situations to trigger a bunch of npc servants (big maybe) - Mass Excitement over royal babies - Mass Mourning over passed over Monarchs - Mass Excitement over new Monarch - Options for crown royals to steal the throne - Sentence to death - Way more custom socials - looking into craftables - Perhaps more of a focus on the working class - more magicky type interactions for court wizards - just like. so much more. but its 1:30am and my brain has stopped working

ok now i wrote this out it rlly doesn’t look like a lot but i have so many gatdamn plans for shit i still gotta add. plus i will probably end up making hair and a few clothes and objects too. also omg guys im totally gonna make one of those fancy fuckin trailers for youtube :))))))))))) also was i on fiverr lookin at voice actors to narrate it...? maybe bitch

anyway i said i would talk abt patreon so here it is!!!

first things first, let me just say that no, i absolutely do not think i am entitled to a single cent of anyone’s money!!! I would/will still put 110% into this mod and my future mods because I absolutely love doing this. At the moment I’m currently working on this mod about 8-10 hours a day, 5 days a week (animations bruh), which is kinda insane. but I want this to be everything everyone’s wanted from EA for years.

I made a Patreon for those who would like to support me. If you do decide to become a Patron I am endlessly thankful for that, not just the monetary value of it but the fact that you believe in me enough to do that.

Every cent of any pledge goes towards my saving fund for my course next year, which for those of who don’t know, I’m currently a first year Game Design student!!! In complete clarity, I’m looking at a $15,000 loan atm, so literally anything helps if u do decide to pledge!

Tiers start at $1 and all tiers have access to a private patrons channel in my discord! u can go read what u get with the tiers over on my page! I’ve offered as much as I can, but since im super not down with exclusives, pls let me know if u think there’s anythin more i can offer u guys!!!

Tier 2 does include a one week early access to my content. I feel like this is the most I’m comfortable offering, and I will always stick to or under EA’s rules when it comes to Patreon.

Tier 2 also offers first picks for Beta Testing, but depending on how many (if any) tier 2 patrons I get, it may work on a rotational system as I still want to include people from tumblr in the beta testing. I don’t want anyone who can’t afford patreon to feel left out, so I would still offer some beta testing spots here and it’ll be first come first served like normal! i don’t want it to feel like i’m gatekeeping my cc. i hope this is okay with you guys! For those who aren’t in a place where they can become a patron, but still want to stay included in everything related to this mod, I now have a Discord Server that anyone can join! speaking of >>>>

we have a discord ladzzzz!!!!!!!!!

If u wanna stay up to date on everything I’m doing regarding the mod, or u have a question or suggestion, or there's something wrong with one of my mods that u need fixed, or tbh if u just wanna hang out with some cool dudeeees n chill n chat n have a jolly time then com join the discord!!!!!!!!

i’m going to be posting updates and screenshots of the mod process much more frequently there (probs like a few times a day tbh lmao) and it’s much easier to get a hold of me there if u have any suggestions.

and tbh we just gonna have a chill time and i want a metric fuckton of memes and gifs. if that doesn’t sway u, we have a whole channel dedicated to only pics of guy fieri. u will be banned if u post anything else there. u were warned.

ok god im so sorry this is literally 10 years long but i just had a lOT to say but like, mods goin good lads. i just want to make something that gives the game more play ability and keeps u in game and out of CAS. its excitin stuff. thanks for listenin.

                              PATREON | DISCORD SEVER

                    see all royalty mod updates on my tumblr here

also im v sorry if u join the discord like right after this is posted bc i am most definately fuckin asleeeeeeep

[darkestwolfx]

Up from the Depths P.1 - Re-Review #32

Now, just to stick my personal opinion in here... we’re about to get to two of my all time favourite episodes. The amount of references to Jeff, and the purpose for IR - there’s just golden moments everywhere you look. So let’s have a look at some of them.

“What is it, John?”

“You’re gonna’ want to see this.”

“The TV-21! No, it can’t be...”

Well, it is (or we wouldn’t have an episode)!

“Is that what I think it is?”

“It’s the TV-21!”

“Is anyone gonna’ clue me in here?”

“It’s the TV-21!”

“That is not helping!”

Don’t worry, Alan, I’ll try and catch you up. But that just serves as another well-placed reminder of all the things Alan (and Kayo) is too young to remember about IR.

The fact Jeff etched his name onto the ship does not surprise me. It goes towards showing how proud he was of it, and completely fits in with everything we are told about him by Grandma (once again, wonderfully well placed comments).

Now, the TV-21, is given to us as “the first Thunderbird”, the fastest ship (at the moment), and Jeff’s pride and joy. There’s a nice little reference to Jeff’s previous careers as well, with the fact they’ve added the ‘Colonel’. Nice touch.

But of course, of all the places to crash land, it had to be in the Mariana’s Trench. I mean, there is a reason why it’s “the world’s last unmapped ocean”, according to the crew. It’s a pretty dangerous place. If you want to read about it, feel free, National Geographic have some incredibly interesting articles on what they theorise could be down there based on their limited exploration. But what we do know, is that it’s actually a very hostile seascape, and that the marine life which inhabits it seems to have evolved drastically to cope. I think that if we are ever able to understand it, we will know a lot more towards global warming and the mutations of animals. But I hate swimming. Water’s not my area. I prefer to research land mammals and leave my colleagues with the wet-weather adventures.

Anyhow, I think it’s totally awesome that Virgil was playing the piano and that Scott was sat at Jeff’s desk in the opening for this episode too. It’s always nice to see little throwbacks to this very human family.

So let’s discuss the origins of TV-21 for a moment. Before it was a Thunderbird, it was a comic series! And it’s original name was ‘TV Century 21′ which was eventually shortened to TV21. It had various mergers, which featured additions to the name, but TV21 stuck for the majority of issues. It was a weekly comic published by City Magazines, beginning around 1965. It’s content was... drum roll... the sci-fi TV series created by Gerry and Sylvia Anderson’s company: Century 21 Productions - thus where the comics name originated from, the TV being added to clarify where the material was coming from and hopefully encourage people to watch and read both in tandem.

The comic often had newspaper front pages, dedicated to the fictional news stories of the multiple Anderson worlds, e.g. Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet, Stingray.

Some really well known artists of the time worked on the comics, which only serves to increase their value. In our current day, the original ‘TV Century 21′ editions (Issues 1 - 154) are really hard to find, and so they sell/auction for incredibly high prices when one can be found - like much of the Anderson’s work which made it’s way into print. It does also mean that the first half of this great comic series is practically lost to the world.

Which is a big shame, because it was in many of these first issues (with their print time colliding with the original air slot of ‘Thunderbirds’) featured many episode-story related additions. For instance;

The supposed capture of ‘The Hood’ - which might have gone someway to explaining his disappearance during Series 2 of the show.

An addition to the US Army’s story line from ‘Pit of Peril’.

An addition to the events of ‘Sun Probe’, as well as an in-depth story on Thunderbird Three investigating the connection between the sun and natural disasters (better known now as global warming). My dad still has his copy of this edition, and I have no plans on selling it. It’s ironic that it features the only story line relevant to my current career. Hey, maybe there is such a thing as fate over coincidence (as ‘Doctor Who’ does suggest).

A special story for Thunderbirds Two and Four, upon which it is rumoured that the opening rescue of the ‘Thunderbirds’ (2004 film) was based upon. I personally think this was one of the best stories for the pair, and I’m disappointed it never appeared in an episode (as such). There were also rumours that this story was an expansion of the TOS episode ‘Atlantic Inferno’, but those were never confirmed and all suggestions ever made pointed towards it being a completely separate idea. There are interesting similarities in places though, so it’s worth consideration.

An expansion to Thunderbird Two’s ‘disappearance’, after the events of ‘Terror in New York City’, which covered the rumours spiraling during the time Thunderbird Two was out of operation, and some of the missions which were undertaken during said time.

And one of the few Fireflash related stories to feature outside of the TOS TV episodes. It was also one of the comic editions which fans come to know as ‘Thunderbirds meets Doctor Who’. At the time, both shows were scoring some of the highest viewings, and so I suppose these crossover editions only made sense. Many of the early editions featured such crossovers, including 2 other issues which I’ve posted above.

When we actually get to 2065, there’s going to be a bit of confusion over dates - the comics (set still in the futurist time - ever encroaching for us) were released on the corresponding dates, but with the year still set a hundred forward, e.g. 1965 was 2065, but the 13th March was the 13th March.

Right, enough of my geek-worthy knowledge on comics, and back to the episode. I mean, look at Scott’s face. He’s definitely had enough of my comic-based ramblings.

“Begging your forgiveness, Your Mongrel-ship.” 

I think the fact that Parker serves Sherbet tea (with one sugar) it’s just classic.

“I believe ‘wild goose chase’ were the words they used.”

“Well, as it happens, Parker loves a good chase. Parker, bring the car around would you? That’s right Sherbet. ‘On the double’.”

“hOn the double, hit his. Taking horders from ha mut, never though hI’d see the day.”

He does it anyway though - dedication right there,

Well now, time to visit the ocean. Did anyone else think the Deep Ocean Surveyor looked a bit... wrong? I had bad feelings about that thing from the start.

“This ship sure is a weird looking thing.”

Yeah, thanks for the back up there Gordon. Should have kept a closer eye on that one, although I do completely understand why they got so distracted and don’t blame them for it.

I love how Scott - Mr in command and always right - turns straight towards the TV-21 as soon as he knows they’re no injuries to worry about and that the DOS is all okay. Wasn’t he the one saying there was a rescue to prioritise only minutes ago?

“Gordon, what about the TV-21? Have they found part of the wreck?”

“Stand by, Scott, I’ll take a closer look. Just gotta’ clear some debris. It’s not just part of the wreck, it’s the whole thing!”

That is actually quite surprising! You know, something surviving like that. Good craftsmanship is all I can say.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvltZMDOK5g

I can’t describe this scene any better than the scene itself, so I’m just gonna’ leave it there for you to re-watch at your own leisure. The faces are pictures!

“Why’s everyone making such a big deal about a wrecked plane? I don’t even remember it!”

“The TV-21 was Dad’s baby. The first ever super Mach-20 ship. It was the prototype to Thunderbird One. Dad invested everything into, but The Hood sabotaged it in flight. Dad had to abandon the plane somewhere over the Maraina Trench rather than let The Hood get his hands on it. I remember it broke Dad’s heart. I always thought it was smashed and lost in the deep.”

And there we have a link to that Hood-Jeff backstory (which the writer’s then conveniently shoved into a like ten-fifteen second explanation of ‘I am a bad guy because’, but hey, we’re not quite there yet!) that kinda gets forgotten.

“Cor!”

“I believe the word you’re looking for is Bingo. Well done Bertie.”

“Very smart of you to track that signal John.”

“We got lucky.”

You don’t have to be so modest you know John.

“It seems The Hood may be up to his old tricks.”

“I’ve seen engineering like this before. It’s the work of The Mechanic.”

“Oh no! That’s The Mechanic’s ship! Thunderbird Four, get out of there!”

“Too late.”

Yeah... it might have been good to notice that a little bit sooner.

Now, someone has some serious anger issues! I mean, I now he wants them out of the way (and later on that’s he’s being controlled), but that was seriously uncalled for!

“You better come up with something fast. Thunderbird Four’s hull integrity is failing. You’re getting crushed!”

Thanks Virgil, we can see that, unfortunately. This is another of those moments where - even though I know how it ends - I have a little panic.

“Hull integrity at 28%. Gordon what are you doing?”

“The airlock’s jammed. I can’t get the door open.”

“Then make a new door! But do it fast, you don’t have long. Hull at 7%. Gordon, get out now! Thunderbird Four is offline.”

“What happened?”

“Thunderbird Four's been rendered in operative.”

“Gordon!”

“I’m here. I’m okay. But Thunderbird Four’s a little... ur... beat up.”

This is a little like that moment in ‘EOS’, where I think our collective hearts stopped.

I know Gordon left the sub to try and free it, but it was actually a good thing that he did, else he probably would have been crushed, which wouldn't have been good. He was caught a little in the blast anyway, so I’m surprised he was a well-able to continue as he was.

But back to those serious anger issues - The Mechanic, you need to learn that once you have damaged someone’s ship past the piloting level, you don’t need to then snap it in two - that is just downright mean, not to mention unnecessary!

Poor Thunderbird Four. I seriously thought at the time that it wasn’t going to be recoverable. Look at Gordon’s poor little face.

The determination to get the TV-21 back as well was just wonderful.

“Not possible, only Thunderbird Four can survive the pressure. We need to come up with something extraordinary and fast.”

“We can use the TV-21!”

“It’s been sitting on the bottom of the ocean for years. Do you think it will still work?”

“Absolutely. I build things to last.”

“Gordon, we need you to get on board the TV-21.”

“I always wanted to fly Dad’s plane.”

Of course he did.

Now this was a sight to behold. Look at him!

“I can’t believe we used to wear these things.”

This was such a lovely little throw back moment.

“You could try the Jeff Tracy fix. After all, it is Dad’s plane.”

“FAB. This is TV-21. We have lift off.”

And hell did that work!

Rescue count: 35

I mean, let’s just momentarily forget that this part ends with The Mechanic making a grand come back and stealing it.

“To The Mechanic, let me tell you who you’re dealing with. We’re International Rescue; you can’t push us around, you cant tell us what to do, and you absolutely, positively can’t take our stuff!”

“No, let me tell you who you���re dealing with. I’m The Mechanic. I take what I want, from who I want, whenever I want it.”

Yeah... shivers.

Let’s just remember Gordon’s great moment getting to pilot it.

“So tell me, what is it like flying Dad’s plane?”

“It was awesome.”

See, that’s a nicer ending.

[woahhiperson]

This came into my head cause haha but like

Some time before thr goup finds shadow bean, they take an investigation job. Its for a murder.

So they have to go investigate the scene and try to find who did it..

And so like yeah this murder is about like two years old ir somethin and like there have never been any leads

So like they begin. Theres just like.. no clues at all.. so it goes on for a day and no luck.. so at night the person who hired them decides to shoe them the body because maybe seeing the damage in person instead of just written out on a paper may help more

So the body is revealed and it is well.. a biig oof. It was not some quick murder, but probably a slow painful one.. so the group is like ‘euaehhhhh.. o h n o’ so they look at it more.. and then

Lookin at the face..

Angy realizes

‘Wait i did this murder..’

And thats just the moment that angy looks like: o-o

So like.. HOW IS ANGY SUPPOSSED TO INVESTIGATE THE MURDER HE DID?????

So night come and it sleepy time y e ey and angy pulls good bean off to the side and is like ‘h a i kinda did this murder?? We gotta get outta here’

Good bean just facepalms because OF COURSE and like.. well they gotta l e a v e now.

So like they gotta figure out how to leave without being suspisous.. cause they cant just leave without saying anything.. so they go tell sister and hat bean.. and they make plan.. they litterally go up to the person who hired them next morning and just be like ‘idk how to figure this out we aint qualified for this we don’t know how to solve murders’ and leave and the person who hired them is like ‘well then’

And now the person is scared cause like.. the murdered person was a murderer.. so like HHHH when a murderer gets murdered you kinda wanna know WHO cause like.. big fear..

So like that person has a crisis and idk what happens next but y e ah

[fangirls-we-runthe-world]

okay I can’t, I’ve gotta rant about this

This will be long but hopefully worth the read.

Let’s start by talking about this episode in general and more specifically Ian and Mickey.

Like mostly every other fan of gallavich at this point, I have little expectations. But that doesn’t mean that what we got was anything but subpar. We deserved more screen time, we deserved more Mickey, we deserved some more conversation, and just 10 seconds more of that post proposal kiss. But hey, what can you do?

OH YEAH, PLENTY OF THINGS

the problem is that they are not making these episodes interesting anymore. Nothing about these storylines are cohesive or fit together to make a nice flow.

They trashed Carl’s whole storyline, literally and figuratively. Liam is a pointless member of the family because they don’t even make an effort to integrate him besides his wise ass remarks that aren’t really funny. Lip storyline is okay, but I feel like without anything super dramatic his character begins to lack (although the ending was good but we’ll get back to that)

Kev and V as characters and plot lines just suck. I can’t stand it. They’re writing them in that weird glee way that each episode is a completely different story arc to try and “teach a lesson” or create a bit. It doesn’t work, it’s dumb and it wastes air time.

Debbie I don’t give a fuck about. When she’s not being a whiny bitch or having a crisis her character bores me. AND the audacity to have them put in the TERRIBLE COMEDY TROPE of needing to be two places at once and running back and forth and bull shot. WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT WILL END. Debbie fucks up. Mom finds out abut Debbie and daughter, somebody says something stupid and then emotional and something ends or compromise. STALE AND BORING.

Okay now back to gallavich. I have always loved them. I started watching the show because I’d see gif sets of them on my feed years and years ago and they were RAW and EMOTIONAL and COMPLEX. there was a darkness to them, and sweet side to them, a very sexual and dirty side of them. They quipped and it made sense and they’d fight and it’s make sense. Every moment of them led to the next in a pretty organic way. Obviously we lost that long ago.

The thing is now, they’re clearly trying to make up for lost time. The writers know they lost out on story lines, they lost out on giving them real relationship issue storylines, and they tried to make up for this I feel like in a comedic way, in quick small storylines (granted this feels like how every character has been treated this season besides lip) but this doesn’t work with allllllll their previous history and scenes. They don’t do quick humor and then fighting and a little bit of emotion and then making up, or at least not making up with a good bang and some spicy moments. BUT THE SHOW ISNT LIKE THAT ANYMORE. So they don’t fit the shows structure, and frankly it’s not them that’s the problem or even the total lack of solid screen time, irs that the show sucks. It’s bad. We all can admit as a whole it’s bad.

And it’s not the gallavich show. It’s shameless. But it’s really a shame that they took out all the uniqueness that it used to hold when it was raw and real and upsetting and funny and raunchy. We lost that, and in turn by trying to do small fix it’s with gallavich, they also are ruining them.

It’s sad. It makes me sad but at the end of the day without all those elements that made the show great, without cutting out all the unnecessary bullshit that ALL FEELS LIKE FILLER we will never get the scenes that make it feel like how it was. The scene of “I wanna be with you” in prison felt like that, the scene of Ian and Mickey outside byrons apartment felt like that and even scene with lip calling a family meeting felt like how it should. But they’re so far and in between that it almost doesn’t matter.

If you got this far thanks for reading. I felt like I needed to rant like old times at 3am over something that means something to me. Thanks

[at-the-exd-of-everythixg]

][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Sal][ A || B || C || D || E || F || G || J || K || L || N || O || P || S || V || X || Y || Z

@blind-mutant

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He's so mean but affectionate bumps against you and constant teasing. Sal gives you a personalised nickname and he's like that one cat that runs and slams your room door open. He likes giving the occasional piece of jewelry that he steals and definitely a lot of kisses and dragging someone into his own touches and comfort. He likes things at his own pace.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh yeah, he has a soft spot for bouquets because they're the Big Thing of romance. Sal hides it because he knows that its dumb and cheesy to like bouquets but if Rhys got him one? Bashful stuttering and name calling but he absolutely gives them water and tries to keep them alive for a long time while brushing his fingers against them. He obviously loves purple flowers but Sal admittedly likes roses because they are the Romance Icon.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Y es. It's the number one way Rhys can get normal affection out of Sal (Rhys: the bigger the treat, the longer I can love him because it takes him longer to get through it). Thoguh it's so hard to pick a specific??? Sal just...loves chocolate. He's that guy who says that his favourite is whatever he's eaten less than five minutes ago.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Probably going out to somewhere that's busy and drinking, something that can easily be passed off as a get between for friends more than a date. So definitely going out to a fair or clubbing rather than a dinner between him and Rhys. Though, Sal wouldn't argue against having take out and watching a movie in the dark. He definitely likes being with someone who can joke about and tease him.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Depsite what he says, Sal does enjoy hugs. He likes the warmth and the way he feels...closed in but in a good way. It's nothing like being pinned down and forcefully reminded that he's weak beyond his powers. Hugs are nice and Sal can relax into them and just be safe for a moment. His hugs are warm and Sal tends to grab on and spend a few moments burying his face into your neck to enjoy the moments of quiet.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Sal's flirting is rather smooth when he wants to be and a lot of the time it's rather sexual. Over time with someone, he knows exactly what buttons to push so that really helps in getting what he wants out of them. Rhys is easy to flirt with because Sal knows that he loves it when he's being mean.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Sal isn't all that good at gift giving, mostly because he doesn't have the exact idea on what people could want. Mostly because his first reaction is jewelry or his body. Sal also doesn't have the best reactions if someone doesn't like his gifts since it's just a sign that "oh the don't want my stuff??? They don't want me" mentality.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

For sure, Sal cannot stand the idea of sharing anyone because it's only a matter of time before they release they're better off without him or they want him to leave so they can have something special. He's desperate for wanting to be kept or stay around and this rears its head in very ugly manners.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Sal likes to pride himself on his kisses because he likes showing off to his partner and that he can show them a good time. He likes taking advantage of what his partner enjoys. Plus he has a very hot mouth so that's always fun to make out with.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his owls because they're his and Sal loves everyone at his work for being the fun friends he never had. He especially loves Bex for being the one to give him his job and to be so...loving. He loves her in the way Sal hasn't loved someone in a very long time.

Sal still loves his family depsite everything. He wants to go back one day and see whether his father made a grave for his sister (oh the woes of not being told that your sister lived). He misses his dad more than Sal would ever like to admit.

And admittedly, Sal still loves Cecil in a way. She groomed him and raped him, but it still doesn't wipe away memories of her giving him outfits and teaching him dancing. Everything gets blurry when he thinks back on her and what exactly he felt, but Sal figures that there's no point, not when Rhys is there.

Rhys is...he's a lot. Sal finds himself eager to see him and looks forward to anything Rhys has to say. He enjoys the warmth of leaning against Rhys and feeling hands stroke his hair and rub his back and the kisses on his back and neck. He loves the hot angry sex and has a growing fondness for the giggly softer sex that they have so rarely but Sal finds himself aching more for. He has more fantasies of kissing Rhys and being held now and that's absolutely horrifying.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Sal is, as you know, very dominating and charge taking. He knows that he wants the power and can't trust anyone else with it so its much better to have Rhys on his back and moaning from Sal's actions and Sal's entire being. He likes sex as a power playing game that he'll win or die trying or as something to play and punish Rhys for. He likes having attention on himself and Sal enjoys making Rhys feel real good and to make him not want anyone else.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

If you're looking for someone to talk shit? Then Sal has an excellent array of insults and jabs. However, he isn't so nearly eloquent in discussing his feelings or telling Rhys stuff. It causes Sal a little frustration that he'll never really say anything that's as meaningful or good sounding as Rhys does.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He wants someone who's pretty because Sal is shallow but also because if they're pretty, it means that they understand the effort he puts into his appearance and will probably put in just as much effort. Though Sal ruins that by constantly looking for people who tend to be dangerous and bad for him. He needs his other braincell so he can have someone to bounce and perform terrible ideas with.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not exactly? Sal wasn't really allowed to interact with many kids because Giles was afraid that he'd give away Perigee so he was always kept close by. Doesn't mean that Sal didn't pay attention to the kids around him and form a small crush on a girl dropped her ball and asked for Sal to pass it back one time. She did it every time he came and it was Sal's favourite part of visiting the human town until Giles caught on and made Sal move to the other side of him and started passing the ball back instead.

The girl stopped doing it eventually and stopped looking at Sal when she noticed that his skin started gaining pitch black pigments among the bone white.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Annoyed by it. It's a holiday where he has to work longer hours because of the lonely souls there and it's a time where he's gotta set up three different dates because his scams want to take him out that night. Also, he does not look good in red lingerie (in Sal's own opinion) and he always needs to take the next day of to sleep over the extra use of his power and any possible injuries.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He does use them and often they tend to be something to annoy someone or something to show his affection of them. Sal is fifty/fifty about his own pet names depending on how offensive they may be. All nicknames regarding his height earn Sal's ire but Starshine? He's gotten soft for it, much to his own chargin.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

If possessive counts as protective? Then yes. Sal gets anxious if he thinks Rhys might be in danger or doing dangerous shit so this leads to overly aggressive displays of affection and Sal attempting to bully Rhys into staying safe and doing whatever dangerous thing himself. Yeah, he's soft, but he can also explode into a red hot alien Rhys!! No he isn't crying, shut your face and hide in his bed to put that mouth to some good use and practice on a dildo u stupid moonass!!

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Sal likes bragging that he's slept with hundreds but really it's only around twenty or so. It's a lot harder to find people who would let a 4'9 pretty boy fuck them and Sal has a harder time with women after Cecil. Add the alien shit??? And that's how most of his late nights are with people who ask him to "probe" them and proving themselves enough for him to take them to his home planet. He always feels a little empty after these nights so of course Rhys has become his favourite man ever.