#Builder Spotlight | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

geminimoonmadness · 1 year

Text

𓅀PET ASTROLOGY𓅇

Copywrites reserved ©️Gemini Moon Madness

Like humans, animals have unique natal chart placements. This post is in regards to your pets sun sign, though if you are aware of their moon sign, you may see those traits come through as well.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

🐾🐾🐾

Aries pets like to lead the way and be in charge, especially when on a walk! (They’re the dogs tugging on their leash) These pets will be harder to train than most and are known to not come when they’re called. Even though they have highly independent traits, they will still want to be the centre of your world. These pets may always be injuring themselves in accidents quite often and get to know the vet very well lol. They are confident & strong no matter what kind or size.

Taurus pets are extremely laid back. They love food to the point they’ll always check whatever you offer them out even if they’re not hungry or in the mood. They love to take regular naps! They appreciate affection but only when they’re in the mood. They can also be shy & don’t like be shown off to strangers. Loud noises and chaos stress them out so they need a peaceful environment.

I had a Taurus dog that was terrified of thunderstorms & lawn mowers. Even the noise of the builders 2 doors down was enough to force him out of his element.

Gemini pets can get moody. They can be passive and agreesive, have their good and bad days, sometimes they are outgoing, sometimes they’ll be reserved and distant. They are a quick learner as they are quite smart. They prefer to form a bond with more than one person rather than following the “ownership” dynamic. These pets are prone to separation anxiety/nervousness, they can be indecisive in their eating habits, love going for walks and are affectionate. They also love social environments and being spoken to.

Cancer pets are loving and may need continuous attention and reassurance. They are such sweet pets, very sensitive. They like to comfort eat & can become overweight/unhealthy easily. They make friends with other pets, as if they were a companion to them also. Moving home or visiting new and unfamiliar places can make these pets uncomfortable and a lil annoyed with you - They may not seem like themselves for a while until they settle in or get over it.

Leo pets have a pride about them, they’re warm, generous and the most loyal pets out there. They have energy to burn and will always be up for an outdoor adventure (their favourite!!) They love being heard and are known to regularly bark, even for no reason lol. This pet will enjoy to be the centre of attention wherever you take them, whether you’re at home, a friends house or the park, this pet is happy in the spotlight. Other pets may bully your Leo pet due to jealousy & feeling the need to assert dominance.

Virgo is the calm and quiet pet. They love routine and don’t like change, though these pets can handle stressful situations quite well. They like to follow you around, they will be a loyal travelling buddy as they tend to stick by your side when they are outdoors. Very intelligent and analytical which makes them easier to train than most pets. They enjoy it when you talk to them throughout the day, they may even try respond with their voice.

Libra pets are indecisive, one day they may like a treat, the next they will turn their head up at it. They will usually eat when they want to. They need structure and going with the flow won’t work for these pets. They also may suffer from a short attention span, (similar to ADD) which makes them slightly harder to train. These pets are extremely loving and need gentle discipline to feel safe & secure.

Scorpio pets are highly emotional but also strong willed. They usually get what they want and tend to stand over other pets, maybe even people! They require structure, because without it they will take advantage of everyone and everything they come in contact with. These pets would benefit from daily exercise/activity to relieve stress and built up tension (dog: walks, bird: let out of cage, cat: backyard time, toys). These pets love being groomed and in your company. They know what’s bad company and don’t forget when they’re wronged, they may make it known when they dislike someone.

Sagittarius pets love a challenge. These pets have such a happy go lucky vibe to them, they’re very outgoing and kind. They radiate positivity, maybe even with a visible smile on their face. These pets have a tendency to be picked on by other pets, so keep an eye on them. They believe you’re their one true love and will adore your affection. They are very loyal and will want to be with you at all times, this sometimes turns into separation anxiety with some Sagittarius pets. They love to have another companion in the house, they like company so the more pets the merrier for them.

Capricorn are the clean pets, they are extremely grounded and will act the way as you’d typically expect the species/breed of pet to act. Very easy to train though they do have a mind of their own. They always want to be working as they enjoy keeping busy. They love to run around! These pets don’t sleep as much as other pets do and they also suffer from anxiety in stressful situations. Capricorn pets may not like having a companion and will take their time to get used to any new pets or people.

Aquarius pets are highly intelligent and intuitive. They are unpredictable and can go from 0 to 100 real quick! They like to do what they want and when they want. They make for extremely loving and friendly pets. These pets will befriend another companion despite what it is whether you get a dog, cat or chicken. (They’re the pets you see in those cute videos where a pig and cat are besties or dog and duck, etc 🥹) Aquarius pets need their space and enjoy alone time to plot their next surprise for when you least expect it!

Pisces pets are the most sensitive out of the lot. They are very sweet and need a tranquil atmosphere to flourish as they can get stressed out easily. These pets usually get bullied by other pets for their non-aggressive nature. They are independent in the way that they do what they want without attracting attention. Pisces pets are sensitive to your emotions and may require gentle training and when they become afraid they want you to be there comforting them. They know what you want and will have YOU well trained 😉

🐾🐾🐾

___

____

꧁꧂ That was fun to create, how was it to read!? Who wants to see more Pet Astrology?

ღ I appreciate all interactions & feedback ღ

491 notes · View notes

thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 month

Text

Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

Checked:---

That Time We Took Over the World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: Being a session guitarist pays well, but Katniss Everdeen’s always wanted a taste of the spotlight. Enter Peeta Mellark, whose boyband fame faded twenty years ago, and a not-quite-dying wish from an old friend, and she’s in for way more than she bargained for. The Dance of the Color Guard, Op. 64-populardarling (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta used to be best friends when they were kids, but now in high school, they're barely on speaking terms. It isn't until they are forced together as the titular star-crossed lovers for their marching band's field show that they will have to face their past mistakes and try to get along if they ever hope of defeating the notorious Capitol Height's Imperial Marching Crusaders in competition. It's all about winning and if that means pretending to be in love with Peeta Mellark, so be it. But a lot can happen in six months. The Ghost of You-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen thought they were just her imaginary friends. Turns out, they were very real—and dead. An Everlark take on the movie “Heart and Souls.” The Great Panem Christmas Bake-Off-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Aspiring baker Katniss Everdeen finally gets her chance when she's chosen for The Great Panem Christmas Bake Off. Too bad, she's already managed to piss off famous baker and Bake-Off judge, Peeta Mellark. The Holiday Stand In-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen needs a guy to pretend to be her boyfriend for the holidays, and when she meets Peeta Mellark she thinks he's the answer to her Christmas prayers. Peeta also happens to need a significant other to take home to show off to his folks. So Katniss proposes that they pose as each other's dates for the holiday season. Just to get their families off their backs. But pretending to be in love is a dangerous game, one that Katniss might not end up winning unless she plays her cards right. The Hoodie-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: Based off the prompt: I’ve been wearing my boyfriend’s hoodie around the house for the last week. I tried to give it back last night. “That’s not my hoodie.” He said. I then realized with horror I’ve been wearing our builder’s hoodie. In front of our builder. The Long Weekend-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Two assistants who barely tolerate each other. One snowy cabin. One very long weekend. Oh, and one bed. The Marrow of the Story-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Written for the Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime 2020 Edition Prompt 17: Everlark enemies to lovers, a long-standing grudge (could be anything, even simple) but somehow it is discovered that Katniss is a bone marrow match for Peeta. If she doesn’t donate he will die. The One She Left Behind-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Everlark modern AU Weeks after moving to New York, Peeta Mellark encounters a woman he thought he'd never see again. The Pact-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: prompt: best friends everlark!pact on marrying each other when they turn 30 and are still single. now both are 30 and very much married. what comes after? (surprisingly good sex, awkward kids talk, explaining to families and friends) its up to you☺

#friends to lovers #masterlist #friendstolovers #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #thg #everlark

17 notes · View notes

leafy-mints · 4 months

Text

Jujutsu Kaisen Theatre AU Headcanons

Satoru Gojo

head director!

the drama teacher.

has his bfa & does some acting at the community theatre.

loves the stage & wants to share that with the future generations so he became a drama teacher.

definitely the type to post callback lists & cast lists LATE ASF 😒.

Suguru Geto

co-director & choreographer!

gojo's assistant some days.

doesn't work at the school, but he does pop by often to help gojo out.

got a minor in dance cause he was bored, but he lowkey loves it 😭.

always comes to help to choreo for the school's productions.

Kento Nanami

set builder!

gets hired to do most of the set building.

very good in woodworking & really makes set ideas come to life.

Ieiri Shoko

set manager!

an art teacher at the school.

her & toge do pretty much all of the painting & set design.

they do the sketches, run them by gojo, & get to work 🙏🏽.

Yuuji Itadori

actor!

a track athlete that's always wanted to try drama & doesn't get taken seriously at first since he's a jock.

actually does really good & gets a lead.

juggles both extracurriculars, but his heart is honestly more on the stage.

gets incredibly emotional on closing nights.

Megumi Fushiguro

crew member!

doesn't like all the attention from being in the spotlight, but loves all the technical stuff about the stage.

mainly does lights.

an excuse to focus on a certain someone 🌚...

assistant stage manager.

gets a little emotional on closing nights & posts about it a lot.

Nobara Kugisaki

actress!

runs the drama club's instagram account.

a true thespian honestly.

she's loved the theatre since she was young.

she's an incredible actress & has hella stage experience.

does great with any role she's given; she's pretty versatile.

SOBS on closing night, like she cries as soon as the curtains close.

Toge Inumaki & Panda

crew members!

the two most efficient crew members at that.

everyone fears for the productions after they leave.

panda is the head stage manager, so he does a bit of everything.

but mainly curtains & set moving.

toge mainly paints & draws set ideas.

don't get super emotional until their senior show.

they honestly just start planning for the next show/possible shows.

Yuta Okkotsu

actor!

definitely a theatre nerd

he becomes a different person when he preforms & honestly dissociates a little while he's on the stage (real).

a very versatile actor. give him any role & he'll deliver!

he gets so nervous pre-show & auditions though.

not-so-fun-fact: every opening night he either has a panic attack or throws up :(

toge or maki are always there to help him through that though.

Maki Zen'in

actress!

contrary to popular belief, she actually got really into theatre.

mai & her were originally forced into it by their parents, but maki's determination to be better in it than mai oddly made her love it.

she's a very serious actress though & doesn't bullshit AT ALL.

so she gets EXTRA stressed during tech week, anything going wrong just sets her off. it's never pretty 🙁.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #toge inumaki #panda jjk #itafushi #theatre au #jjk theatre au #jjk theatre au 🎭#leafy writes ✍🏽

36 notes · View notes

sotwk · 1 year

Text

SotWK OC Spotlight: Prince Turhir Thranduilion

Born in Third Age 37, the second son and child of Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth.

His name means “Victorious Master” in Sindarin.

Towering at 7 feet, 6 inches, he is not only the tallest member of Thranduil’s family, but he is the tallest of all elves born in the Woodland Realm, in all of its history. (For reference, Thranduil is 7 feet, 3 inches, and the other Thranduilions are all less than 7 feet.)

As a child, Turhir had difficulty making friends with elflings close to his age. Since he was always much bigger and physically stronger, even from infancy, it was hard for him to play normally with them. His size and his more somber nature also made his childhood peers uncomfortable around him--and it was difficult enough to relate to a prince!

As a result, Turhir was rather lonely in childhood and spent most of his time with his mother, his older brother Mirion, and his tutors.

Otherwise, he spent his alone time reading and thus grew up into an avid reader. He especially enjoys narrative poems, and became an eloquent writer and poet himself.

He is a skilled carpenter and builder who helps construct community buildings in his spare time.

He is a member of the very exclusive guild of Greenwood woodcutters--laborers who fell trees, which is a highly restricted and regulated practice.

Turhir is a horsemaster and was the primary trainer of the arroch breed that existed only in Greenwood (discussed in this post). He had a close relationship with the ancient ancestors of the Rohirrim who once dwelt near Greenwood.

Moodboard credit: @alicent-targaryen (Thank you again!). Fancast for Turhir: Sam Heughan

But the talent Turhir is most famous for, by far, is his battle prowess, which is discussed in this post. Thranduil noticed his son’s martial abilities very early on and persuaded the reluctant Elvenqueen to let their son begin training with Master Trainer Ivenil before he had properly come of age.

Turhir carries the official title of the King’s Champion, and would be called on to fight for the crown and kingdom if single combat is required.

Although Turhir loves tournaments, especially jousting, his size and skill give him too large an advantage over his opponents. It has been deemed hazardous for him to participate in these types of competitions, so he is usually left only to spectate.

Occasionally, he is able to publicly demonstrate his skills by competing against his own father and brothers in special events limited within the royal family.

His Royal Highness Turhir’s regency in north-western Greenwood (the province he governs) is seated in Thangail (“shield-fence” in Sindarin), one of the realm’s most recently established cities, built to house the largest military base in the kingdom.

Turhir is the closest in personality with his father, but Thranduil tends to be hardest on him compared to his other sons. Turhir is thus closer to his mother and is the most protective of her.

Turhir considers Mirion and Arvellas his closest friends in the world, and witnessing both their deaths nearly drove him to insanity.

Although he is very noble and good-hearted, Turhir is the most prone to being corrupted by Darkness in his family, and Sauron himself grew aware and took interest in this.

Much thanks again to @cheryl-of-kangsu for making this request!

So far, Turhir has drawn the least amount of interest among the Thranduilion Princes, which is not necessarily surprising to me, since that's how it would probably be in "real Middle-earth life". You might not like him at first glance, but once you get beneath the layers, there's a lot to admire there. He's an excellent hero for the "enemies to lovers" trope, and is a terrific Mr. Darcy archetype.

Also, I don't write and don't plan to write smut for the Thranduilions, but if there was ever a great leading man for that sort of thing among Thranduil's sons, Turhir would be my endorsed candidate. Just a creator's opinion. ;)

Elves HC Tag List: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @auttumnsayshi @blueberryrock @conversacomsmaug @elan-ho-detto-elan-15 @entishramblings @fizzyxcustard @freshalmondpandadonut @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @glassgulls @heilith @heranintomyknife23times @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @lathalea @lemonivall @LiliDurin @quickslvxrr @ratsys @scyllas-revenge @stormchaser819 @talkdifferently6 @tamryniel @tamurilofrivendell

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk headcanon #tuhir thranduilion #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #thranduilion princes #elvenqueen #sotwk oc #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #greenwood the great #tolkien #the hobbit #lotr

72 notes · View notes

seethrusaturday · 9 days

Text

————

STS_Spotlight 🔦

Lovely ‘Linette Crown’ in spotlight, as promised. You can find her on X, Reddit, OF, Fansly etc with hotter content. She is often photographed in sheer tops, which is what we will be sharing today!

Her links can be found here, all except the X one for some reason. You can just search if you’re that keen.

Happy STS!

#seethroughsaturday #lovely breasts #braless fun #sheer #sheer top #public see through #public exhibition

14 notes · View notes

swamp-chicken · 1 year

Text

happy birthday to my #1 guy, bdubs!!! in celebration, here are some of my favorite things about him:

his storytelling– bdubs is always telling a story, whether that's through his buildings, his skin designs, his editing choices, or by goofing off with other hermits. he's mentioned in the past that his dream is make a cartoon and for right now, minecraft is the medium he uses to create that cartoon. his content is so fun to watch because of story he weaves, featuring "him" as the main character– this slightly crazed guy who comically loses his teeth after a bad week of decked out, can't do redstone, and is obsessed with horses. and I love him.

his kindness– sometimes when people are entertainers they can suck all the air out of the room. but bdubs always makes a conscious effort to throw the spotlight off himself and highlight others' talents. he loves being a supporting actor in their story, delighted when they yes and him and come up with something even more outrageous. other hermits, in his proximity, become funnier and more confident because he's right there egging them on, laughing the loudest at their jokes.

his desire to learn– when bdubs began playing minecraft, he was an IRL contractor. he took his knowledge of construction into the game, building a split-level home and blandly explaining recessed lighting. but he always had the soul of an aesthete. over the years, he has never stopped refining his build style– taking inspiration from other builders, real buildings, architecture, art books, movies. and he's still doing it! he's still refining his technique (or inventing new ones!, still experimenting with new styles, still sharing new ideas. but he doesn't only do this with building! his editing skills, audio skills, storytelling skills– he's improved them all. he's always pushing himself, always trying new things, and always learning.

#i try not to get too mushy over him but wow. i admire him so much as a cc and a Guy and ... happy birthday bdubs!!!!#txt

53 notes · View notes

thedomesticanthropologist · 10 months

Text

Recognizing the Hidden Architects: Game Writers 🖋️✨

Today, let's shine a spotlight on a group often overlooked in the gaming world - the incredible writers who craft the stories and characters we hold dear. 🎮📝

Baldur's Gate 3/ Larian's writing team: https://steamcommunity.com/app/1086940/discussions/0/3766732716812313365/

🌟 Character Architects: Writers don't just pen lines; they create the very essence of characters. The quirks, motivations, and dialogues that make characters memorable? All thanks to the writers.

📜 Story Alchemists: Games are more than just gameplay; they're immersive stories. Writers are the alchemists turning ideas into engaging narratives that keep us hooked from start to finish.

🔍 World Builders: Beyond characters, writers shape the entire game world. The lore, history, and lore are crafted by their words, enriching our gaming experience with depth and context.

🤔 Critical Role: Writers are the bridge between developers and players, ensuring that the vision and emotions intended by the creators are effectively conveyed to the audience.

👩‍💻 Unseen Work: Often working behind the scenes, writers may not get the limelight, but their influence permeates every aspect of the game.

👏 Applaud and Acknowledge: Next time you're lost in a game's narrative, take a moment to appreciate the minds behind the story. Let's make sure the writers get the recognition they deserve!

PLEASE Reblog this and hype up the writers in your favorite games, link to their social media and work if they seem like the type to enjoy the attention, AND most importantly go FIND them and thank them (again, within the realm of appropriate social interaction)

They deserve so much love, but often end up as a footnote. Lets change that

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #larian #larian studios #larian writers #astarion #gale dekarios #halsin #dark urge #karlach #wyll #laezel #shadowheart

27 notes · View notes

pinkish-cat · 3 months

Text

Le Purrr!

Once I was surfing YouTube and watching moments from various Looney Tunes cartoons and came across Bugs Bunny Builders randomly. And what was my surprise when I saw her on the screen… Penelope in a new look.

And she… Talking? Is she in contact with other characters?? So has the character changed yet??? The girl grew up and became a designer, guys!!!

And even then, under the influence of inspiration from one scene with this spotlight, I decided to draw it. Just why not? :D

And now I'm going to bed.

#Bugs Bunny Builders #art #artwork #my art #my artwork #digital art #drawing #cartoon #looney tunes #looney toons #penelope pussycat #cartoons #toons #cat furry #furry #cat #penelope the pussycat

16 notes · View notes

askthechronoverse · 2 months

Text

Last Chapter •||• Next Chapter

By the time Ken came back to tell the others he burned the cookies to charcoal, they found the way to their final destination. The Doctor whispered a soft good luck and the group headed through the door.

They found themselves in, of all places, a shopping mall. It was a very large and oddly beautiful space that had a small river that snaked through the center of the walkway, converging into a large oasis like fountain with two cascading waterfalls that surrounded a large stage. This was separated by the water and foliage by bronze railings that depicted a sunset. The sounds and smells typical of a mall filled the air, with the typical stores attempting to lure shoppers with large sales and music a corporate yes man considered as something a shopper would want to hear. An energetic teenager in a tee shirt and jeans approached the group, eyes particularly locked to Ken.

“Hey folks! I bet you all want to see something really cool! Why don't you and your… handsome friend… come with me?” She winked at Ken as she waited for a reply.

“Why not? Show us what you've got!” Charmy walked in front of Ken as the brunette stranger led them through the mall and into the glass elevator behind the center stage to the second floor. She stopped at an arcade, one that felt like it had been there for decades, but was well cared for and full of life. The smell of fried food from the nearby food court hit Kit's nose like a wave.

“Welcome to the Supercade!” She flashed the group a 20 watt smile and handed each of them a bag of coins. “I suggest you play the games on the TV that we have set up. We're hosting a ColecoVision spotlight! The winner gets a ton of tickets and an amazing prize!” She gestured widely to the back of the arcade, where an old cathode ray television displayed “ColecoVision. Tapper” in bright colorful letters. The group wandered to the set up as the teenager stated that Tapper was no Mr. Do!, but it was a fine enough game. Charmy picked up the controller and turned it in her hands.

“This looks like a phone.” She stated, confused.

“You don't have to play it, you know.” The girl called from the front of the noisy arcade as she gave some change to a child.

“Kit, how about you and I play?” Vito handed his cousin the other controller while Charmy passed hers to him. “We haven't played video games together in a while and I know you need a distraction. Why don't the rest of you search the mall for the foundation element?” They nodded in agreement and Vito chose a two player game and started it up. When he did, the two vanished. Ken, Charmy, and Bellamy turned to the change attendant, who winked at Ken.

“This shift got a whole lot sweeter.”

The two players blinked and ended up in a busy soda bar. The lone man behind the counter was deftly sliding full mugs of frothing root beer to each of his thirsty patrons. One of them at the center was a man with a shirt with a pixel alien on it and dark black hair. He looked up and saw the two children. He hopped off the bar stool he was sitting on and walked over to them, very confused.

“Vito? That you, kid? What are you doing in the 1984 arcade classic Root Beer Tapper?" The man's voice reminded Kit a lot of her father’s. It must have made her seem stressed, since the man speaking to them gestured to the barkeep, who slid some root beer over to him. He handed that root beer to her. “You can drink it, kid. Perfectly family friendly.”

“Yeah, Mr Stryker. I didn't expect to see you here.” He turned to his cousin. “Kit, this is Johnny Stryker.

He happens to be one of the Master Builders on the Assembly. Mr. Stryker, this is Kit Brickowski. She's my cousin.”

“Nice to meetcha!” He flashed a grin before that smile turned to a frown. “You're Dangervest’s daughter, aren'tcha? No wonder you look so stressed out.” He sighed. “I'm in my home turf, so I'm going to be as candid as possible with this: Unitron sucks for what they're doing to your family.”

“Wait, you think so?” Vito asked, in shock.

“Oh absolutely. A lot of the Assembly believes that Unitron has been stepping on our territory with this whole thing. By dragging her dad to their court, they're undermining our authority. The former arrangement between Watevra and Unikitty was our doing.”

“Former arrangement?” Kit asked, playing around with her headband.

“I'm sure this is something your dad didn't want to stress you with, but he was under heavy flight and financial restrictions for decades after we discovered he was still punching around the galaxy.” He gestured again and got himself a mug of root beer. He took a deep swig. “Your old man, for a few years, couldn't even so much as sneeze on a butterfly without the Assembly or Queen Watevra's guard knowing. He wasn't supposed to know, but we always suspected he did.” After another gulp, he continued. “Didn't matter in the end. Your dad never really did anything that would have warranted the restrictions. That was something that honestly surprised all of us.” One more gulp and he finished his thought. “Actually, we were going to have a meeting before this whole thing to see if we needed to change his threat level. We’ll probably still have the meeting, just to spite Unitron.”

“What would you have done at that meeting? What's his current threat level?”

“Normally, I wouldn't be able to talk about any of this. You're his kid and your cousin's Emmet’s kid, so I trust you won't blab. Last I checked, his threat level was… two.” He let the number hang in the air.

“Two?” Kit questioned.

“Yep. Two. On the radar, but not that big a deal. It's actually kind of cool he's using that time machine of his for something productive. I've seen his applications to expand the Chrononauts to Syspocalypstar.” He finished his mug and slid it back to the barkeep. “You kids want to play a round?”

“Play a round of what?” Vito asked.

“Root Beer Tapper. I'm actually here to try to finally win that go kart.”

“Go-kart? What go kart?”

“It's been the biggest prize in the arcade for as long as anyone could remember and I have been trying to win it since I was little. That prize is as good as mine. I know for a fact that the owner can't increase the ticket goal this time.”

“So… don't tell my mom but we’ve been looking for items that have been around as long as anyone can remember to try to save the world. We might need to borrow the go-kart when you win it. Is that okay?” Vito's voice became incredibly meek.

“Why not? Sounds like it's for a good cause. Just don't destroy it. I wanna drive it around town.” He yawned. “So I know of three games that will give us the best ticket yield. This one, Carnival, and Donkey Kong Jr.. We just need to make the high score on all three. Think you can do this, kids?”

“Yeah. Dad and I used to play games in the arcade at home all the time.” Kit fidgeted with her headband.

“Hey! We'll help you with the shift, Tapper.” Johnny got up and grabbed Vito and Kit aprons. As Johnny got them ready, a fourth apron appeared on the counter and the hooded stranger snatched it and put it on.

“Let the games begin.” The stranger whispered.

#⌈the newspaper isn't antiquated⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈writings⌋#⌈the ashes of disaster drift to you⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈days of oblivion⌋#this chapter section is based in part on my sister's unpublished (as of now) sci-fi mall comic series.

7 notes · View notes

absurdthirst · 2 years

Text

Halloween Home Intruder {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Murder for hire, assassins, flirting, death threats, coercion, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex, gun play, mentions of pregnancy

Comments: Being a congressman's daughter is sometimes dangerous. Especially when your name is given to Dave York to eliminate as a message to your father. Ironic thing is, Dave is your neighbor and Halloween night is the perfect night to take you out, or maybe you'll convince him to let you live.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

|| MasterList ||

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

The name comes to him through a secure text. Obviously a burner phone. He doesn’t recognize the number but he does recognize the name. He makes a point of learning who was going to be living next to him and his children. Couldn’t be too careful these days. He recognizes it as the pretty neighbor next door. He hasn’t introduced himself. Wanted to let her settle in before engaging in more than awkward waves while he’s taking the trash out. Now that he has to kill her, he might as well say hello.

You’re frowning to yourself, as you look down at your schedule, making note of where you need to be and when. Rolling your eyes when you see the fundraiser dinner your father has practically demanded you attend. Other than pulling you out into the spotlight when it comes to campaign donations or to remind people that he is a ‘loving family man’, you rarely hear from him. Too busy working on Capitol Hill, or so he claims. Jumping slightly when the doorbell rings, you put down your phone and pad through the hallway towards the front door, bare feet slapping lightly against the heart pine the builder had insisted on to open the door. Finding your neighbor on your doorstep.

Dave plasters a friendly smile on his face when you open the door, the fresh baked cookies in his hand would be a great way to kill you but that’s too easy. Also, it’s not a guarantee. He likes to be sure. Two shots in the heart, one in the head. It’s messy but it gets the job done and he knows there will be no mistakes, no chance of someone finding you and rescuing you. “Hey. My name’s Dave, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Hi! Yeah I’ve seen you around.” You introduce yourself and open the door wider. “Why don’t you come in? I have a pot of coffee to go with those cookies, if they’re for me.” You smile at him, finding him much more attractive up close than the from a distance impression has given you.

Dave smirks a little. Good, it’s so much easier to kill you if you think he’s attractive and he sees the look in your eyes. He can see that you are attracted to him, your pupils dilating and he knows you’re going to be easy to manipulate. “That sounds good sweetheart.” He says with all the charm he can muster, acting like a perfect gentleman when his eyes don’t dip down to your ass in those tight leggings.

You try to ignore the small little flip of your tummy when he calls you sweetheart. He’s married. You know that. You’ve seen the ring on his finger and the kids coming and going with the nanny. Or maybe she’s his wife. You aren’t certain. But you know that he’s unavailable and you wonder why that makes him more attractive. Leading him into the kitchen, you motion to the table in the little nook right next to it. “Please sit, what do you take in your coffee?” You ask, trying to be a good host and get a hold of yourself.

“Black please.” He tells you, taking a seat at your kitchen table and he watches as you make your way over to your fancy coffee machine. “Nice machine.” He quips, finally letting his eyes drop down to your ass and he admires it openly.

“Thank you. I like having fancy coffee. Saved the trips to Starbucks or some other shop.” You brew a cup for him and smile as you bring it over with a plate for the cookies. You hadn’t missed the way his eyes were on your ass as you had faced him.

Dave thanks you, taking the cup and he groans when he has a sip. “Definitely worth the investment. Might have to put that on my Christmas list.” He chuckles, watching you sit down. He grabs a cookie, taking a bite. “My wife makes the best cookies.” He groans, “you gotta have one. You’re lucky I brought them over here. I was gonna eat them all the way.”

“That good, huh?” You make your own coffee, adding some white chocolate syrup and some Carmel drizzle as well as your creamer before you come and sit down to take your own cookie. Moaning loudly when you bite into it. “Oh wow, these are good.” You tell him, covering your mouth so you can speak around the cookie.

“Told you.” He chuckles, finishing off the cookie. He appraises you for a moment, a little sad to have to kill you. He doesn’t relish killing beautiful women. Men…he couldn’t give a shit. Most of them have done something heinous and deserving death but most of the women he kills are for revenge or coercion. Money mostly. You are the daughter of a congressman so clearly someone is taking a risk having you killed. He doesn’t give a fuck. It’s good money. He just needs to play the game. “So…how are you settling in? You meet the neighbors.”

“Everyone’s been really nice.” You gush slightly, and like the appraising look in his eyes. It’s always nice to be appreciated. “It’s a lovely neighborhood and I swear that I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so many people tell me about the bi-annual block party.” You had fallen in love with the idea of that kind of community when you were searching for home.

“Yeah. It’s real suburbia.” He snorts, always finding it a bit too Stepford Wives for his taste but a happy wife equals a happy life so he bought the house that makes his wife happy. He sets his coffee cup down, “I’m sure your husband enjoys the quiet life too.” He tests, wondering if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend or a life partner. Complications is what he’d call them.

You huff and shake your head. “Does it look like I have a husband?” You ask, fully aware that he would have seen someone coming and going from your house. “My father would be thrilled, but I have to disappoint him somehow.”

Dave snorts, “surely your daddy would be proud of you regardless. You’re a beautiful, successful young woman.” He compliments you, “any lucky bastard to capture you would have to be a damn good man.” Dave isn’t sure how this became the conversation but he wants to draw you to him. Sexual attraction always helps him get his kill. The lure of sex always helps him get what he wants.

You snort and roll your eyes. “I’ll make sure to tell the ex’s who decided to cheat on me that they were dumbasses for letting me go.” It’s nice to be complimented and you take a sip of your coffee and look over at him. “What about you? You have the perfect life. Beautiful wife, two gorgeous little girls.”

Dave shrugs, “suburbia haze settles in after a while. I get bored. Easily bored and I always like to find a new challenge.” He fixes his dark gaze on you. He might have to kill you but that doesn’t mean he can’t flirt beforehand. He has to have a bit of fun now and then and you look like the kind of fun he likes.

“Hmmmm I’m sure you do.” You hum playfully, picking up another cookie. They are warm, still slightly gooey in the center like they had just come from the oven. “Maybe your new challenge will be to learn to make these cookies so you can bring them to me anytime.” You take a sip of your coffee and groan as the flavors mix together. “Suburbia life is pretty damn good from where I’m sitting right now.”

Dave chuckles, “just you wait until Sally from 1023 asks about you being married and then proceeds to get your entire life story. I swear she works for the CIA.” He offers you an easy grin, “I could make cookies but I’m better at eating them.” He winks, picking up another one. Fuck, they are really good.

You’re sure he’s good at eating a lot of things. You feel your pulse pick up when he winks at you and you sip at your coffee. “Maybe she does.” You arch a brow playfully. “We could be living next door to spies and assassins and not even know it.” You smirk slightly. “The cover is perfect. Boring suburbia covering sins.”

Dave chortles at that, nodding his head. “True.” He rubs his clean shaven jaw, staring at you for a moment. “Who knows who lives in these perfect houses with their white picket fences. You need to be careful, sweetheart. You never know who’s lurking. Do you have a security system?”

You tilt your head at him curiously, wondering if it’s a simple question or if there’s something behind it. “I have a fantastic security system.” You promise with a small smile.

Dave hums, "that's good. Never know who would target a beautiful home like this with you in it. Can't be too careful. Well, I gotta get back. My wife wanted to come over but she's been busy with the girls and she deserved a break from all of us while the kids are at a sleepover. Thanks for the coffee." He says as he sets the cup down.

You are a little disappointed that he didn’t stay long but you set down your own coffee cup and stand when he does. “Well, thank you for the cookies, and for the warm greeting.” You smile at him taken in by how handsome his warm brown eyes are. “I will see you around, neighbor.” You joke as the two of you walk towards the front door.

“You got your candy ready for the trick or treaters?” Dave asks and you gesture to the bowl all ready at your front door. “Ready to go.” You smile and Dave nods, “see you around, sweetheart.” He coos and walks out of your front door after you open it. He’s disappointed to go honestly but he knows he has to play the game. Get you to trust him before he comes back to kill you and get paid. He offers you one last smile and makes his way down the street to prepare for tonight. It’s Halloween. The girls are at their friend’s house to go trick or treating and he knows that most emergency services will be slammed with calls. It’s the perfect night to commit a murder. He just has to be patient and wait until nightfall.

****

You grin at the masked superheroes and goblins that are crowding your doorstep. “Trick or treat!” They cry out and you giggle.

“You all look so good!” You tell them as you put handfuls of candy into their bags or buckets. “Happy Halloween!” You call out, waving to the parents that are standing at the end of the driveway. It’s getting late, the last few trick or treaters can grab whatever they want from the candy bowl as you set it on the porch and turn around to go back inside. It’s been a good Halloween. Lots of kids out and about, making you slightly disappointed when you didn’t see Dave and his kids.

Dave pulls on his leather gloves. Night has fallen and the children are mainly home, leaving the adults to their treats and the monsters to their tricks. He pulls the ski mask down when he sneaks into your backyard. Dave locates your security system outside and pulls the toolkit from his pocket, working fast to disarm the system. He also checked the perimeter for any secret service and he knows you’re all alone. After expertly disarming your system, he makes his way towards the back door. He works fast, years of experience on his side as he opens your door and quietly makes his way inside, listening for you while he pulls his gun out of his holster.

Humming to yourself, you listen to the TV announce some new vacuum cleaner while you dump your popcorn into a bowl. There’s a horror movie marathon and now that you are done answering the door for trick or treaters, you want to sit down and just relax, watch a couple of scary movies and wish you had someone to cuddle up to. Extra Halloween candy you hadn’t set out is in another bowl and you pick both of them up to carry out into your living room.

Dave stalks through your hallway, passing the kitchen that you just left and he cuts through to the office, preparing himself for a moment and letting you settle down on the sofa. He strides into the living room, eagerly awaiting your screams.

You yelp when you see your neighbor in your living room, dressed in all black and wearing gloves. The gun in his hand is made even more sinister by the smirk on his face. Jumping up, the popcorn spills to the ground as you stumble back. “What do you want?” You demand icy dread running down your spine.

Dave chuckles at the look in your eyes. He’s a sick bastard, he always likes that tinge of fear. “Some people aren’t happy with your daddy, sweetheart. He made some bad votes that lost them a lot of money so they want blood. Yours.” He chuckles darkly, “so be a good girl and kneel down so we can get this over with. I can make it quick.”

You tremble slightly, trying to think of something to get you out of this. “I can pay you.” You offer but Dave just shakes his head.

“Not what they are, sweetheart. Come on, I promise it will be as painless as possible.” He sends you a small mocking pout. “But you will have to have a closed casket, I’m afraid.”

You swallow and shake your head. “No, I- I saw the way you look at me. Will- will you let me live if you can fuck me?”

Dave is shocked, not expecting that bargaining chip from you but desperate people make desperate offers. “Mmm.” He chuckles and he strides over to you, stopping a couple of steps away. “Sweetheart. You couldn’t handle me fucking you. Besides, it’s not very becoming of a congressman’s daughter. What would you daddy think? Offering your pussy in exchange for your life? Shameful.” Dave tuts playfully, stepping closer and he places the barrel of the gun under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. “Is your pussy good enough to save your life?”

You don’t know, but you would rather risk getting fucked by him than just getting shot right now. “It’s been a long time since anyones fucked me, but I think so.” You respond breathlessly. It’s shameful but you can’t help the way your core heats up, your pussy starting to flood itself. “Nice and tight, ready for you to shove your cock in. I saw you looking at my ass, you wanted to touch me.”

“Yeah? You getting turned on sweetheart? You’re wet, aren’t you? The thought of me fucking you has you soaked. I know you wanted me earlier. I wanted you too. Gotta wear a condom though if we do this. Wife promised me a Halloween BJ since the kids are at a sleepover. Strip. Show me everything and then I’ll decide what to do. If I shoot you, the police will be able to see those pretty tits.”

It’s humiliating to think about how quickly you reach for the hem of your shirt. The threat of him killing you still hangs over your head and you pull it off and toss it aside, thankful you weren’t wearing a bra. Your leggings are next, no panties underneath and you are quickly bare in front of a man with a gun, hoping he finds you sexy enough.

Dave bites his lip, watching as you stand bare in front of him, trying not to shake since your life is on the line. “Mmmm.” He steps closer, trailing the barrel of his gun along your skin, just above your tits. You inhale sharply when the muzzle brushes your nipple. “I guess you’ll do. Kneel and take my cock out. No teeth otherwise you’ll die.” He promises, “I want you to take my cock down your throat. Suck my cock like your life depends on it…because it does.”

That shouldn’t turn you on, but it does. You kneel down and unzip his black utility pants, wondering if he’s killed anyone in them. Your hand brushes his cock inside his boxer briefs and he’s already hard. “Do you get hard killing people or is that because I’m naked?” You ask, pulling his cock out and looking at the flushed tip.

Dave snorts, watching you wrap your fingers around his girth. “A little of both. You are a beautiful woman and am I wrong if I get a little turned on by the adrenaline of killing someone? Nothing like it. Especially when you get away with it.” He tells you candidly, “it’s a turn on and right now, you are sucking cock to save your life so might wanna get to it.”

You shiver slightly, your eyes sliding over to the pistol still in his grip and you lean forward to take him into your mouth. Closing your eyes when the tip of his cock hits your tongue and you taste the salty flesh. Unable to stop yourself from moaning slightly while your greedy tongue laps at the swollen head.

Dave watches you as you take his cock into your mouth, your lips wrapped around the head and your eyes look up at him. “Damn.” He hisses, “I imagined earlier how that pretty mouth would feel. Fucking perfect. Shame it’s gonna be ice cold until you make me change my mind.” He tuts, pressing the muzzle of the gun to your head. “Suck harder princess.”

You gasp slightly and shove more of his cock in your mouth, terror and excitement swirling together and confusing you but all you can be concerned with is making this good for him. You choke, sputter around him but you don’t pull away. Leaning into him and pushing past the gag reflex so you can swallow.

Dave’s eyes flutter for a moment until he recovers, a grin appearing on his face. “Fuck. You are good at this. You like sucking cock? Are you wet just being my little slut? Begging for your life with your throat.”

You agree, the sound muffled by his cock and vibrating around him. Dave groans so you keep making noises while you bob on his cock, wanting to prove that you are worth not killing. You don’t want to die tonight. You reach up slowly, freezing when his gun is shoved a little harder against your temple, but you just wrap your fingers around the last inch you can’t take into your mouth and pump him while you suck his cock.

Dave groans, watching you, the combination of his pre-cum and your saliva drip down your chin and he reaches out to scoop it up. He doesn’t need DNA on the floor. He wipes his free gloved hand on his pants and he uses it to grab the back of your head, forcing you to take him deeper. “Fuck. It’s good. Your mouth is good.” He gives you, gun still pressed against your temple.

You hollow your mouth, letting him force you deeper and you pull back just enough to let him force you down again. Letting him control how deep you take him. Letting him fuck your mouth. You’re trembling but you can’t deny that your pussy is aching, leaking enough that you are dripping onto the floor under you. Wanting to reach down and touch yourself while the man who is here to kill you fucks your throat. It says something about you, but you aren’t exactly sure you want to analyze that.

“Fuck. Taking me so deep down your throat.” His hand slides from your head to your throat, feeling how his cock bulges, and he’s tempted to cum down your throat but he also wants to feel how tight and wet your cunt is. He drags you off of his cock by your throat, his length bouncing and dripping with saliva. “Stand up.” He orders, “hands on the table and spread your legs.” He commands, “any sudden movements and you’re dead.” He promises, keeping the gun in his hand.

Standing up, you shakily move over to the table and spread yourself out like he ordered you to. Face burning with shame and excitement when you feel how wet you’ve gotten from sucking this killer’s cock and you throb with anticipation of him sliding inside you. Anything to save your life. Whimpering slightly when you feel the barrel of the gun slide down your spine.

Dave chuckles when you shiver as he slides the muzzle between your cheeks, dragging the weapon between your legs and he hums when your arousal coats the barrel. The muzzle hitting your clit makes you cry out and he smirks, “you are enjoying this, aren’t you? You sick little whore. You want to ride the gun that’s gonna kill you if you don’t do a good enough job?”

Your whimper is shameful, slightly desperate but you shake your head. You need to prove to him that you are worth keeping alive. You don’t think that he will get enjoyment from a gun touching you. “Fuck me.” You beg, looking over your shoulder but his hand pushes your face forward again. “I want- I - let me prove I’ll do a good job.”

Dave chuckles at the desperate tone in your voice. It’s pathetic but he knows you’ll do whatever you need to do to save your life. He pulls his gun away, reaching down to pull the condom out of his pocket that he keeps there for emergencies like this and he shoves the condom into your hand. “Put this one.” He orders, pointing the gun at you again.

You don’t want to question why he has a condom in his pocket. Instead, you rip the packet open as you turn around to face him. His eyes are dark on you as you pinch the tip and roll it down his thick length. Biting your lip in concentration so you don’t make a wrong move that could cost you your life.

He groans at your grip and he taps your thigh, “spin around.” He demands now that you’ve put the rubber on his cock. He reaches down to grip his length, positioning it at your dripping entrance. “Damn. Someone got turned on sucking my cock.” He chuckles darkly before he pushes inside of you without warning and no preparation but you’re so wet, it’s slick and easy for Dave to penetrate deep in one thrust.

Your cry is loud, hands grabbing for the arm that Dave has wrapped around your stomach to hold you against him. Gasping when he doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just starting to hammer into you relentlessly. Stealing your breath every time his cock drills into you deep, punching against your cervix with no mercy. His gun pressed back against your side as he rocks into you.

He’s relentless, thrusting into you like his life depends on it despite it being your life that hangs in the balance. He hisses at how tight you are gripping him, your pants making him groan and he hammers into you without mercy. “Take it baby. Take it all.” He demands, gun still aimed towards you.

You whimper, clenching down around him. Feeling the desperate way he’s shredding up into you. “D-Daaa-ve.” You stutter out, the slapping of his hips loud while he rocks into you. You feel the way the gun digs into your side and your eyes slide closed, embarrassed that you are enjoying this.

Dave hisses, his fingers shifting to wrap around your neck, pulling you further into his chest and arching your back so he can push even deeper inside of you. “Fuck baby. So good. Such a tight cunt.” He growls, “you love it, don’t you? Dirty little whore. Daddy doesn’t know you get wet like this, does he? He doesn’t know how much you like to be fucked.”

A shiver races down your spine, body shuddering under his rough treatment and hard fucking. “N-noooooo.” You whine, leaning back and it feels like your nipples are as hard as iron, making you cry out when the gun scraps across one peak. Your pussy is pulsing, fluttering as you race towards your orgasm as every thrust pushes him against something wonderful inside you. “Fuck.”

Dave groans when your walls grip him, making it harder to thrust so hard but he persists, desperate for his own release. “Shit baby. Pussy like a goddamn vice. No wonder - fuck - no wonder you agreed to let me fuck you. Want you to cum. Cum for the last time.” He orders, pressing the barrel of his gun against your bundle of nerves.

You practically wail when you cum. Shuddering and locking down around him while you soak his condom covered cock in waves of hot cum. Your body heaves under the force of the pleasure washing over you and you push up to your toes, thighs shaking at the feeling of the gun pressed against your clit.

Dave grunts when you grip his cock in your walls, so tight around him, and he struggles to continue pushing into you to seek his own orgasm. He pants, hips slamming against your ass until he lets out a choked moan, his cum filling the condom as he buries his cock deep inside of you.

Panting, you lean forward to press your body to the table, breasts flattened against the wood. Feeling him pulse inside you and honestly sad that you don’t feel the warm flood of his cum filling you. You close your eyes and hum. “Good?” You ask, limp and unable to do more than lay there.

Dave doesn’t say a word as he pulls out of you carefully, not wanting the condom to spill and he expertly ties it off before shoving it into his pocket. “I’m sorry sweetheart. It wasn’t good enough. Gotta provide for my family and the money is too good to turn down, I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm.” He offers, pressing the gun to your forehead and wastes no time pulling the trigger.

You flinch a shiver of fear running down your spine as he pulls the trigger. You hear the click and snort quietly as you open your eyes and twist your head to look back at Dave. “Really?” You roll your eyes at him as you straighten up and turn around to look at him with a smirk on your face. “Oops, looks like the big, bad assassin forgot to load his gun.”

Dave chuckles, “as if I’d actually load the fucking thing, honey.” He huffs, tossing the gun aside after flicking on the safety just in case and he grabs your hips to pull you close, pressing his lips to yours. “Did you enjoy it?” He hums, pulling back for a second.

Smirking, you wind your arms around Dave’s neck and kiss him again. “I loved it. It was thrilling. And the condom bit, perfect.” You pull back and lift a brow at your husband. “Did you actually do anything like this when you were taking contracts?” You ask, knowing he won’t lie to you about that. Not when he was out of the business before you got married and he doesn’t hide things from you.

Dave shakes his head, “no. No one could convince me to save them. It was money. I didn’t give a fuck who they were or what they could offer. If they knew who I was or that I was there, I’d be dead so I didn’t take any risks leaving evidence…including someone alive. It was…clean cut.” He tells you honestly, knowing he could never lie about it to you. You accept all of him…even the dark past he used to conceal. He kisses your lips again, “Nancy texted me before I came in here. The girls are all asleep. Apparently hyped up on candy but she got the sleepover crew to bed.” Dave chuckles, talking about the suburban mother whose child is hosting the sleepover.

You hum happily, knowing the girls are in good hands. “Good.” Your fingers curl up into the hair at the base of his neck and play with it. “Dad wants us at the fundraiser early tomorrow night.” You roll your eyes slightly and send him a small pout, knowing he understands how much you hate those types of things. “Of course he would ‘love’ for the girls to come too.”

“No.” Dave shakes his head, “I don’t want them on stage or exposed. I want to keep them safe just in case my shit comes back to haunt me. Bad enough how much I worry about you.” It’s ironic really, Dave was always so low key but now he’s married to a Congressman’s daughter and in the spotlight but that’s honestly the best place for him. If anyone brought up his past, it would be dismissed as propaganda. Easy to get a free pass and you know what he did and still love him which is the most important thing.

“I know, I already drafted the email back to him reminding him that your children are not his campaign platform.” You love his daughters, you have from the moment that you had met them. Their safety and happiness was the most important thing for you as their stepmother. “Although, you know….” you smirk and pull him closer for another kiss. “I’ve been thinking about something. I was wondering if you wanted to see about having another kid to protect from the congressman’s ambitions?”

Dave leans back to look at you in surprise. You discussed possibly having a baby together before you even got married but between your work and the girls, it never seemed the right time. Now though, the girls are settled, they love you, and your work is stable. Dave has a good job as a security consultant that he can provide if you want to give up work. “You want a baby?” He asks, reaching up to caress your cheek.

You nod, grinning at him and giving a small shrug. “I want to have your baby. A big, bad former assassin’s baby. The man who loves playing with his daughters, I want to carry his baby.” You bite your lip. “If you want another one now?” He might have changed his mind since you last talked about it and that would be okay too.

Dave grins, shaking his head as he reaches down to grab your ass. “No. No. I haven’t changed my mind. I want you to - shit - your IUD. Wish I could start trying now.” He sighs, “but I do want a child with you. I want to see you pregnant.”

“Hmmm.” You lean in and kiss him again. “I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” You promise, excited at the idea of trying for a baby with your husband. “But for now…” You smirk. “Why don’t we go upstairs and shower?” You suggest, sliding your hand down to cup his cock. “We can pretend you came home from a job all beat up and blood, just needing a good blow job to feel better.”

Dave reaches for your hand, “mmm I think I would rather come home from a job needing to bury my tongue in my wife’s pussy, taste her and remind myself that I am a lucky son of a bitch.” He pecks your lips and steps back. “Lemme just set the alarm.” He tells you, knowing he needs to ensure your safety before he indulges in you again.

“I have the best security in the world.” You watch as Dave double checks the door and sets the alarm before he walks back towards you and picks up the gun that he discarded. It will be reloaded and put back into the safe by his side of the bed. “Someone who knows exactly how to keep me safe because he thinks like someone who needs to get inside.” Dave’s past doesn’t bother you, you’ve proven that by your interest in roleplaying different aspects of his former profession. He was no longer the man who took out names on a list, but it was sexy to see how he would look doing it.

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dave york equalizer 2 #dave york imagine

288 notes · View notes

nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

Note

For someone who’s been wanting peace and quiet there’s been an awful lot of articles. Homeboy wants to keep his feet in the spotlight yet remain private. I truly don’t understand the need for this whole media circus when he could’ve pulled an Alicia Vikander and Michael Fassbender. Both disappeared without a peep, still doing smaller projects if it pleases them and are living their best lives quietly and privately (as far as I’m aware).

This interview was definitely great material to roast Bob the builder and his “quiet life” in pursuing a potential career as the new MA, local based, small town handyman. The one who pumps iron, always smoked, drinks beer and occasionally gets his face injected with some “subtle” Botox. While (wish version) Wendy scopes out his new clients solemnly based on their energy and first impressions.

Before you know it we’re getting a reality series called “Home Improvements with the Evans’s”, because income needs to be generated and it’s an easy cash grab, paying him better than doing all those overpriced cons.

Well, I'm sure Renner could set him up with the production company doing his reality series about vehicle renovations.

#ask

30 notes · View notes

jpitha · 2 years

Text

Just a Little Further 4

Part 1 2 3

The ride over to the gate only took a few minute. Once we reached the asteroid, it was small enough that it didn't have much gravity, but it had just enough for there to be a sense of down. We landed and bounce shuffled towards the door.

Approaching the door Gene said "Well we know one thing about the Gate builders."

"What's, that Gene?" I asked.

"That they were about our size. That door is a pretty normal looking door. Fer'resi, it that the size of the door on the K'laxi gates?"

"Yes. So far, this Gate follows the standard plan of the Gates we've found."

As we approached the door, I noticed that there wasn't any markings on the outside, no handles, no wheels. "How do we open the door?" I asked.

"We don't." Fer'resi said. As he said that, the door opened automatically. I could hear his grin. "It opens as we approach."

Walking in, there was a large, vaulted chamber, dark and cold. It didn't look like a control room - there were no consoles, no screens, no seats even. It's almost like...

"This is like a mausoleum." Gene said, looking around. "Or a tomb."

"Yes, we wondered the same thing." Fer'resi said, agreeing. "It does not seem to serve a purpose other than a place to store the directory stone."

We walked more through the dark corridors, our headlamps sending spears of light into the vacuum. We passed though the first large room, and came across another door, much like the first.

"Usually." Fer'resi said. "The directory stone is through this door."

"Only Usually?" I said, wryly.

I could sense him nod. "At least three gates did not have a directory stone in this room. One had it in the main room we're in now, and two had it in a further room."

As we approached this door, I expected it to open, but it remained closed to us. "Fer'resi, do we have to do something to open it?"

"Uh, not... usually." He said "Hmm. I'm not sure. Look around, see if you can find something."

Gene and Fer'resi's lights began to swing around the room, searching for a switch or a panel or a pressure plate. Something to alert the door that we were here. I stayed and looked at the door. It was maybe three meters tall, big for a door, but not gigantic. I approached the door, and without thinking, reached my hand out.

I touched the door.

In the light of hindsight, this might have been a mistake.

Immediately, there was a clang, as the door behind us slammed shut. Lights sprung up all over the chamber, bathing it in a bright white light. Fer'resi must have jumped a meter he was so startled. "What is happening? What did you do?" He looked at me accusing.

"N-nothing!" I said "Well, I touched the door, but that was it!"

"This is FarReach!" The radio crackled with Captain Q'ari. "Mullen, Frankfurt and Perinem, what's going on? We registered a massive power spike on the gate and now the door has slammed shut."

"The gate is lighting up too." FarReach himself added. "It's bathed in spotlights and there is lighting all over the gate complex you're in."

"Uh, sorry Captain. That was me." I said. I decided to own up to things right away, in case something goes wrong. "I touched the inner door - with a gloved hand! - and the outer door slammed shut and more lights came on. We were in the dark before, but now the room is bathed in light."

"Hmm." You could hear the Captain deliberating. "Well, radio contact is still strong, and it's only a door. FarReach could probably blow it if we needed to. Do you feel safe?"

"I don't feel... unsafe." I said "What about you two?"

"It's pretty weird, but no, I don't feel unsafe yet." Gene added.

"This is fascinating!" Fer'resi said. "I do not want to leave yet. We haven't even found the directory stone!"

"All right then." Captain Q'ari said. "You may proceed, but the moment you feel unsafe, Abort the mission and return. We're here to explore, not to get injured. Has the door opened?"

"Uh no. Captain. The door remains closed." I radioed back. Switching to the suit-to-suit I said "Fer'resi, what do we do?"

"Honestly Melody, I have no idea. We're off-script now. Try touching it again?"

Shrugging, and not knowing anything else to do, I reached out with the same hand and touched the door and held it on the door.

This time, a port opened at the top of the door, and a small device came out, looking almost like a camera. I could feel a hum through my suit and the camera thing panned around the room and paused at me, at Gene and at Fer'resi. After a moment, it went back into the port it came out of, and with a shaking of dust, the door rumbled down into the floor.

Beyond the doorway was another room, larger than this one, also lit now in a bright clean light.

We all entered the new room and Fer'resi gasped.

The room as much taller than the previous room, maybe 10 meters tall. It was a vaulted ceiling, coming to a very sharp angle at the top. It was lit evenly with almost no shadows. In the room, on a pedestal in the center was a... monolith.

It was a stone, black as space, maybe 3 meters tall. On the surface of the stone was...writing, I think. It was a series of symbols or letters or something?

"Fer'resi, is this the directory stone?" I asked, turning to him.

"I-It appears so." He said, nervous. "It's different than any other we've found however."

"Oh? Different in what way?"

"Most directory stones had two or three entries. Many, only one. Some had 4. If I'm reading this on correctly there are..." I could hear him counting quietly to himself. "Nearly 50 of them."

I was stunned. "And the Xenni never came here?"

Fer'resi's suit shrugged. "I don't think so. They knew about this Gate, but by the time they found it we were at war so they were busy with... other things. It's hard to believe they didn't come back after to explore but it seems like that's what happened."

Gene walked up and stared with us. "What if they did come back, learned all this stuff but didn't tell us?"

"Doesn't matter now I guess." I said. "We're here, they're not. We're the ones on the exploration mission." I switched us to the ship channel. "FarReach? FarReach? This is the ground mission. We've... found something."

Captain Q'ari came back immediately. "What did you find, Lieutenant?"

"We found the directory stone, but Fer'resi says it's different than the others the K'laxi have found."

"Different in what way Melody?" This time it was FarReach themself asking.

"It's amazing." Fer'resi answered for me. "We have never come across a directory stone quite like this one ever. Where there were normally 2 or 3 or 4 entries this one seems to have more than 50 of them!"

Silence over the radio.

"I'm making a copy now, we'll have to see if any of the entries match known addresses, but I have a feeling we've stumbled on... something like a nexus station. Maybe a place where..." He struggled with words. "Where many lines converge? I don't know. It's rather overwhelming."

Captain Q'ari came on this time. "Well, it sounds like the first part of our mission is a rousing success. We'll have some addresses to try. Finish up your work and come back. It's time to plan next steps."

"So um." I started. "The door opened and the Gate activated even further when I touched the inner door... Do you think I should touch the directory stone?"

Fer'resi didn't look up from his notes. "We've touched them a bunch. Nothing happens. They're just carved pieces of stone. Go ahead and satisfy your curiosity."

With that rousing note of confidence, I walked up to the stone. Even though my suit it radiated cold. I bet it was awfully close to interstellar ambient. If I touched it with an ungloved hand, I would probably get frostbite nearly instantly. Safe in my pressure suit though, I reached out and touched it.

****

I awoke in the infirmary on FarReach with a start. Sitting up, I realized I was belted to the table from my waist down. Panicking I started hyperventilating and was about to lose it when Dr Irenimum came running over.

"Melody! Melody. Concentrate on my voice. You're safe. You're on FarReach. Everything is all right."

His soothing, lightly K'laxi accented voice was calming me down. Still wild eyed I swallowed and croaked "W-what happened?"

"That is what I would like to know." Captain Q'ari said, walking in with a worried look on her face. "What do you remember?"

I thought back. Wasn't it only a few moments ago? "I asked Fer'resi if he thought I should touch the directory stone. He said that K'laxi touched it all the time and nothing happened, so it was fine for me. I reached out and touched it and... now I'm here."

"And you don't remember anything else?" the Captain asked.

I thought hard. I touched the stone and then...

"Right when I touched the stone I felt something. Like... someone?"

Captain Q'ari was taken aback. "Like an AI?"

"I don't know. It was... surprised to feel me. Then, there was a feeling like an intake of breath and... I woke up here."

"Commander Perinem said you tipped your head back and screamed, and then shouted in a language that he's never heard and then passed out. He and Ensign Frankfurt carried you back."

"Wow." I blinked. "I have no memory of that."

Dr Irenimum nodded. "Given how your brains process trauma, I'm not surprised at that. Given time, you might remember more of what happened." He shrugged. "But you might not. FarReach and I did a full body and brain scan. You appear unchanged and there are no known pathogens or unauthorized cybernetic mods installed. If you feel up for it, I'm approving you for duty." He made some notes on his pad. "But, stay on the ship for now."

I started to fuss at the belt around my waist and legs. Dr Irenimum came over and helped. "Why the restraints?"

His ears vibrated in a way that showed embarrassment and sheepishness. "I didn't want you to get hurt mostly."

I looked at him over his head while he bent down and raised an eyebrow. I don't think that was the whole story. I looked up at the Captain. "Did Fer'resi get the data from the directory stone copied?"

She nodded. "Yes. He has multiple options for addresses now. In fact, now that you're awake, we were going to discuss it after dinner."

At the mention of food, I realized I was starving. I got down from the bed gingerly. "I could go for dinner. When do we eat?"

FarReach chimed in. "The Chefs say dinner will be ready in about an hour, but there's hot water ready to go if you wanted to make some coffee first."

I smiled, "It's like you read my mind FarReach. I'd love to do that."

Part 5

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans go on adventure #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and ai #humans and aliens #the k'laxiverse #jpitha #just a little further

102 notes · View notes