#Realme Smart TV

[djampuu]

Succession characters match pretty well to the Greek gods

Logan - Zeus, high untouchable god

Ewan - Poseidon, the quarreling brother who lives in a different realm

Connor - Hades, the loneliest god who locks his love away in his isolated palace

Marcia - Hera, powerful and regal wife of Zeus

Shiv - Athena, the smart tactician birthed far from her fathers head with no mother

Roman - Apollo, the leader of arts (Roman ran way star movies and tv) and the beautiful charismatic star of the gods

Kendall - Ares, god of war who the masses either hate or are largely neutral on who is also constantly humiliated

Stewy - Hermes, the messenger, the trickster, the thief, the merchant the boy with wings on his feet to break his fall

[the-writing-trash-panda]

So I’m working on something…

It’s a rewrite of Quest For The Lost Powers, but not really a rewrite because I’m not changing anything. It’s more of an expansion and adding more emotions and depth (or trying to anyway).

Here’s a snippet of the first chapter

Kai took another slurp of his noodles as he watched the screen with disinterest. Currently a commercial for Laughy’s Karaoke Club was playing. He was pretty sure the only reason that place was still in business was due to its popularity amongst gangs and smaller criminals. How had Dareth managed to attract those people to his bar? Kai pondered this as he twirled a strand of noodles around his chopsticks though he soon forgot about it when Skylor returned from the kitchen. She leaned against the counter an exasperated look on her face. “What is it you wanted to show me?”

“Look how many noodles I can slurp down all at once,” Kai said gaining the attention of some of the other restaurant’s patrons. Skylor rolled her eyes, this was getting old. She loved Kai and she loved that he would come and see her at the restaurant every night but ever since losing his Elemental Powers he had become so…depressing. No that wasn’t quite the word she was looking for. Skylor sighed inwardly, her affection for Kai mingling with a sense of frustration. She wished he could see himself the way she saw him—brave, resilient, and so much more than his elemental powers. But since their defeat of the Overlord, he seemed adrift, as if his identity had been tied too tightly to his fire. She had hoped their relationship would help him find new purpose, but lately, even that seemed to falter.

“It looks like the same amount of noodles you slurped five minutes ago, Kai,” Skylor said as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t you have anything bet...errr...I mean, something more important to do?”

Kai looked up at his girlfriend before whipping his mouth with his sleeve. “In case you forgot I don’t have my fire powers anymore. There’s nothing important for me to do anymore.” Above them, the TV was broadcasting a report from NGTV News. Gayle Gossip appeared on the screen, standing on a busy Ninjago City street. In the distance, police sirens wailed.

“The crime rate in Ninjago City has been steadily rising ever since rumors have begun circulating about the ninja losing their Elemental Powers. There have been multiple attempts at contacting them but they never respond. Powers or not, ninja, Ninjago City needs you!” Skylor looked at Kai in surprise. No way they had been ignoring all those calls!

“Are you kidding, you haven’t returned her calls?” Kai shrugged. “I haven't charged my phone in days,” he said. “And besides what's the point? Without my Fire powers, I’ve lost my spark.” Staring into his bowl Kai watched the broth swirl around the noodles and vegetables. Truthfully he felt bad for not helping stop the crimes, he was a ninja trained to protect and defend the innocent, but without his powers he felt useless.

That's not true,” Skylor insisted. “You still know Spinjitzu. You’re still as smart as you ever were, and brave. You can still do good in the world.”

“Ninjago City has an excellent police force,” Kai replied. “They don't need me getting in their way.”

“What about that time you got your powers back while in the Never-Realm? What did you do then,” Skylor asked hoping to help him.

Kai sighed burying his chin in his folded arms. “Look Sky I appreciate you trying to help but I’ve tried everything, nothing worked.” He buried his face deeper into his arms hiding the tears that had started to pool in the corner of his eyes.

“Hey Skylor, the potstickers are less than puffy again,” a voice from the kitchen called out interrupting the conversation. Skylor placed a hand on Kai’s arm fighting back the urge to beat some sense into him. “This conversation is not over.”

[milkymoon2483]

Kiss it better

Pairing: Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: This fic explores cheating from the cheater’s perspective. You are a wife and mother, content with your life…until something awakens within you, and it will not go back to sleep. 

Rating: 18 + Minors DNI, this stuff is for grown-ups

Warnings: Angst galore, Cheating, infidelity, SMUT, Unprotected P in V (reader makes all sorts of bad decisions folks).

Dedications:

Thank you miss @cozykalii for sending me down the fanfic rabbit hole all those months ago. Thank you Cici @astroboots for being amazing and for answering all of my asks. Thank you bestie (you know who you are) for helping me bring this baby out.  ;-) Thank you @foxilayde for allowing me to tag you, and for the amazing stuff you write. Lastly, English is not my first language, Spanish is not even my 4th (thanks Google Translate) I tried my very best. 

Word count: ~8500

You were watching TV while mindlessly playing on your phone when it happened, you looked at the screen and the broad chest was the first thing that caught your attention, the camera moved down to his big veiny hands as he grabbed the weapon. Sweat glistened on his face, collecting in the cupid’s bow above his lips. You didn't know the actor’s name but you watched breathlessly, the surge of heat to your core was immediate. Oh my goodness.. you whispered under your breath. You wanted to lick the beads of sweat off his lips and take his thick fingers into your mouth, watch him gaze at you lustfully. Your husband’s snores from the other side of the couch  informed you that any satisfaction you were after would need to be achieved independently.

Not that he would be much help anyway…

It’s not that you didn’t love him or were not content with your life, it’s just that your sex life was never perticularly exciting. And it got much less so after the birth of your son. Babies would do that to you.

You knew you had everything that anyone could even want; A loving husband, a wonderful smart kid, a great job and a big beautiful house. You were happy to settle and keep your sexdrive in some hidden drawer at the back of your mind, stuffed behind embarrassing memories and questionable decisions. However that night it crept right back out, like a pest you could not get rid of, demanding your attention.

The batteries in your vibrator ran out the following week. You looked at the anatomically accurate member with disappointment. Feeling both frustrated at the sudden loss of pleasurable vibrations and ashamed at the amount of times you've abused it. You had plenty of orgazms but it was clear to you that you barely began to scratch your itch, you needed more. 

You wished you could dream about it. Even just once, you wished your mind would conjure a proper erotic dream. That would be enough for you, with all of your daydreaming and longing and inappropriate googling, you'd think that it would be able to come up with a decent dream. Alas your realm of dreams was filled with random stressful scenarios. 

You would find yourself on the streets naked (not in a sexy way), or you'd forget to pick up your kid from daycare, or you would leave something on the stove for too long, causing your entire house to engulf in flames. “Some very anxiety-ridden-demented-senile shit” as you described it to a friend. 

Any semi-sexual dreams would almost always be about rejection, or dissatisfaction, or the inability to have any privacy. They would almost always feature your husband. Because apparently your sleeping brain couldn't be bothered to keep up with your very filthy and creative waking brain. It had a very impressive curated selection of men to choose from, but it went with the blob snoring next to you. All you wanted is to be properly fucked, licked, adored, desired…to feel the delicious weight of a man on top of you as he glides into you, his kisses flowing from your mouth to your jawline and to the neck, him whispering softly how good you make him feel, how soft and sweet and wet you are for him…and a dream would do. You could live with a memory of it, it would possibly sustain you just for a little bit longer, maybe would quench your thirst, even slightly. 

*******

You were on your second chocolate bar of the day, looking at Vivienne typing away on her computer. She looked you up and down, judging silently your choice of afternoon snack. 

She's always on some diet or another. Probably explains the constant resting bitch face. 

You however, have been replacing sex with chocolate for weeks now, attempting to fend off the intrusive thoughts and somehow satisfy the hunger that was pulsating inside of you, permanent and relentless. 

The evening came quickly, you were grateful work managed to keep your mind busy. You were yawning repeatedly while trying to catch a cab. After waking up at 5AM that morning and working for 10 hours, the exhaustion was making your eyes sting. The rush hour meant that it would take some time, but to your surprise not a minute passed before a cab stopped.

The smell hit you as soon as you sat down. Musky masculine cologne mixed with something fresh and minty, and the faintest scent of a man, ghost like, almost as if you could smell his pheromones. You inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent. It brought back a memory that you couldn’t quite place. You never had a date that smelled this amazing, let alone a cab driver. “Where to miss?” the driver asked, his voice husky with a hint of an accent. You gave him your address, piercing brown eyes gazed at you from the rear view mirror. 

He drove silently through the dark streets, gentle Spanish music was playing in the background, the backseat was very spacious, dimly lit, you began to doze off, surrendering to the fatigue that had built up throughout the day.

Jake looked through the mirror, you were leaning on your palm, breathing peacefully. 

Your delicate neck was exposed, and he noticed the slight cleavage of your button-down top. You looked tired, but serene. 

He usually drove in silence, not eager to share his thoughts on current affairs or to have to listen to people’s problems. You seemed to appreciate it, as you fell asleep within minutes. He smiled to himself. He wished for a moment all of his passengers were asleep, which would have made the job much easier.

Jake parked the cab in front of your house, the suburban street was quiet. 

“Miss? Miss?... We're here, miss, wake up”

You did not budge, your breath heavy and steady. He waited a few more seconds, inspecting your sleeping body. Your head was still leaning on your palm, hair softly cascading down your shoulders. There was something picturesque about your pose. You looked like a painting or a photograph. 

"Necesito despertarla.. mierda" (I need to wake her, shit) 

You stirred when his large gloved hand touched your knee gently “Miss, wake up please” Now you could see his face, stern but handsome. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you finally came to it, his gaze felt heavy on your skin. Penetrating. You apologized profusely and opened the cab door to exit.

“It’s ok, buenas noches” he said, a faint smile on his lips did not reach his eyes.

You quickly bid him farewell, missing the lovely smell as soon as you exited the cab. 

*********

The next time you entered the cab Jake recognized you right away. “Buenos días, bella durmiente” (Good morning, sleeping beauty). He seemed quite pleased to see you. 

You recognized him too. He could see you take a deep breath as you sat down, closing your eyes at the beautiful masculine scent. A warmth pooled in your core. Am I getting turned on just by this guy’s smell? 

“Buenos dias to you too” you chuckled shyly. Gosh that sounds wrong with my accent.

“Hope you slept well, where can I take you?” 

You gave him the address, not saying anything else as you felt yourself actually becoming nervous. He drove silently for a while, but the nervousness continued. 

A song Jake loved came on the radio and he began to sing along quietly. Your eyes lifted to him and your ears perked up. 

His voice was beautiful and smooth, less deep than you thought it would be, a lovely tenor. You smiled to yourself as he sang, the Spanish flowing from his mouth so effortlessly. You finally worked up the courage to compliment him, but you waited until the song finished. He seemed to be enjoying it too much for you to disturb.

 “You have a great voice” You finally said. “Gracias, miss….?” He replied, with a genuine smile this time.

“I’m Y/N…. You also smell really good… I mean your car…CAB. Your cab smells really good”.

You felt yourself blush, cheeks heating up immediately after the words left your mouth. God that was embarrassing.

Jake chuckled “Thanks, sweetheart”

Sweetheart… you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

He took the opportunity to look at you again for a brief moment, he saw you tucking your hair behind your ear. Light catching on the golden band on your ring finger, face blooming in a shade of pink.

“Im Jake, encantada de conocerte” 

“Nice to meet you too…?” You were not sure you understood but you guessed your best. Suddenly eager to learn Spanish.

“Ci, That’s right.”

“Maybe you should teach me some more Spanish, at least while I’m here”

Ok now you're FLIRTING…? You obviously forgot how to.. 

“Well I charge extra for that. Es muy caro” 

He's flirting back..? 

“I bet you do. Guess we’ll have to stick to English then”

“Or agree on a payment plan, I can give you a discount” He chuckled.Oh, he IS flirting back.

The tone between you two was playful, laced with just enough suggestion, and you were loving every minute of it. It felt like it’s been forever since you properly flirted with a man, and a warm feeling bloomed in your belly. 

When he stopped in front of your office building you were disappointed that you actually had to get off. 

He turned back, reaching out a gloved hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you” you said playfully, reaching your hand to him, expecting a handshake.

He took it gently, turned it and placed a peck on the back of your hand. 

Heat rose to your face and you giggled. 

Well HE obviously didn't forget how to flirt.

When you exited the cab you allowed yourself to smile fully, exhilarated by the exchange between the two of you. Ok calm down. He’s a cab driver, probably flirts all the time with his clients, just some harmless fun. He probably knows that women fall for the sexy Spanish shtick. 

You giggled to yourself as you repeated the words “sexy Spanish shtick” out loud. Giddy like a goddamn teenager.

Later you replayed the whole conversation in your head, overthinking as usual, you tried not to let it get out of proportion, it’s just that it’s been so fucking long since you felt noticed and desired, you were ready to cling to any interaction that made you feel like that.

Some low hanging fruit you are.. you told yourself, wondering if you cooperated too quickly, if the whole exchange made you look pathetic. 

It was hard to admit to yourself that you needed to be desired by men, other than the one you married. It felt juvenile, greedy even. Even when you did come to terms with it , it was clear to you that it was obviously limited to looks and words, you didn't plan on acting on any of it.

**********

The heatwave was washing over the city, laying thick like a heavy blanket you could not shake off. July was merciless, and the mid- day sun burnt so bright it caused heat to reflect from the scorching pavement.

You’ve spent all morning running errands, and now you were finally done at the market, making your way back to the bus stop. Your work did not cover cab fare on weekends and the bus ride wasn’t too long. The 5 minute walk to the station was, however, much longer than you imagined. With the heavy bags in your hands cutting the circulation to your fingers, your dress sticking to your body, sweat pooling on your back, and the blazing sun above, you felt as if you were about to melt into the sidewalk. You imagined yourself turning into a puddle, and then evaporating quickly under the blazing heat. 

BEEP BEEP 

The sound jolted you, you looked to your left as the cab window rolled down.

“Need a ride?” Jake smiled

Your core went all jittery at the sound of his voice. You'd clap with excitement like a baby seal if your hands were free…calm your tits.

“Hey Jake! I’m actually walking to the bus stop, it’s just around the corner”

You hoped he would insist.

“Come on, it’s on my way, I’ll drop you off”.

“How do you know it’s on your way? I haven't told you were I was going”

You just couldn’t resist teasing him.

“No seas un sabelotodo. You’re melting, get in” (don't be a smartass)

“If you insist… I AM actually melting”

Jake opened the driver’s door, he walked up to you and grabbed the grocery bags to put them in the back. You were finally able to get a good look at him. He was wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a black tie. Hat and gloves still in place, defiant against the scorching heat. You couldn't help yourself from sneaking a good look at his butt. His dark jeans complimented his ample ass and thick thighs. 

“Get in the front seat, the AC is much stronger” 

You nodded and got in, the heavenly smell filling your lungs again, a bit stronger now that you sat closer to him.

Jake cranked up the AC as you leaned in, lifting your hair up, relishing in the breeze, albeit artificial. Your neck arched back, exposing more skin to the cooling air. You closed your eyes and a satisfied hum left your lips.

Jake was careful not to stare, but he couldn’t help but notice the way your neck was exposed completely, your skin glistening with sweat. Your dress rode up slightly when you sat down, revealing a little more of your thigh. 

A few seconds passed before he remembered he actually needed to drive.

“Where to, miss Y/N?” He asked

“Home please, the address is..”

“I remember where that is”  “You must have a great memory then, because in this heat I barely remember”

“I try to remember the important stuff” 

Jake replied, a small grin adorned his lips and you grinned right back, avoiding his eyes. That would be much too intense and you were already boiling. 

When you arrived he parked the cab. "I'll help you carry the bags inside" he said before you had a chance to protest.

"Please you have already done so much, it's really not that heavy" you tried to resist. He waved his gloved hand at your statement and proceeded to take the bags out and carry them towards your door.

As you unlocked the door your heart sank, you weren't sure you wanted him to come inside.

When you both walked in, he placed the bags on the kitchen island and looked around. There was no point in denying the family photos and scattered toys. 

"Cute kid, seems happy" he said, picking up one of the framed photos.

"Yeah, he is, thanks" you replied, smiling shyly, not willing to elaborate on the topic.

"I bet you're a good mom" he persisted, still holding your son's picture in his hand.  "I love him very much, so I try my best, though nobody's perfect, certainly not me". You replied. 

He smiled and put the picture back, perhaps sensing your discomfort. 

You never really spoke with him about being a wife and a mother (and you were grateful that both of them weren't home) Although you also never hid the wedding band on your hand. 

This was not ok, you knew it. 

What the hell is wrong with me?? Inviting a stranger into my house? Happy that my family is not home? Am I demented? 

You had to admit it to yourself, this scenario would be 10/10 creepy if Jake wasn't so attractive. He could also be like Ted Bundy, all smiles and charm before he chops me into little pieces. 

"Can I offer you something cold to drink?" You attempted to change the subject. 

Jake nodded and you promptly handed him a glass of cold water. 

He downed it all in one go, as you watched his adam's apple bob on his thick neck while he drank.

He handed you the glass and your fingers brushed against his gloved ones. 

"Thank you so much Jake, I really appreciate it, really, you shouldn't have" 

"Esta bien, dont worry about it, my pleasure" he smiled. 

You walked him back to the front door, feeling awkward and nervous. You weren't sure what to do. Do I shake his hand? Do I peck him on the cheek? Maybe a small polite hug? 

You both stopped by the door, facing each other, you finally met his gaze. Beautiful deep brown eyes were looking at you, adorned with long dark lashes. They seemed much softer than you initially thought.

"You have an eyelash on your cheek, may I? " he asked and you could only nod. 

Your eyes moved to his hands as he removed his glove, watching with tethered breath as if it was in slow motion. After removing the glove, he very gently brushed your cheek with his thumb. "Now you need to make a wish" he smirked. The air was thick and heavy ,and your heart was thumping in your throat.

Without thinking, you placed your hand on his, and blew on the small lash on his thumb.

As it flew off somewhere you made your wish.

Fuck me. Kiss me.

*******

It was just one of those days. Everything that could go wrong absolutely did. It started with a missed alarm in the morning, continued with a tantrum from your toddler, who was outraged by the fact that the banana you served him for breakfast was indeed shaped like a banana, and not like a pineapple. Following that was an argument with your husband, about the proper way to handle said tantrum. 

Your cab driver that morning was insisting on having a political debate which you didn't want to participate in, and to top it off, the traffic was worse than usual. 

By the time you arrived at the office you were 35 minutes late, and positively exhausted. 

You were sure that with the morning you had, nothing could possibly go wrong at work. You were proven wrong when your boss called you out on a very stupid mistake you made, and scollded you (publicly of course) about your lack of attention to detail. It wasn't like him to do that, but you guessed it fit perfectly with the rest of your miserable day.

After a quiet cry in the bathroom, you were finally able to calm down. You sat on the toilet, wiping your tears away, and the memory of Jake came to your mind. There was something comforting in the thought of him, he was your little secret. He made you feel noticed, seen. It's been almost a week since you last saw him, since the exchange that left you breathless and flustered. 

You could admit to yourself that you wanted to see him again, that you liked how absolutely dangerously close you were to making a mistake. All you needed at that point was a tiny push in the wrong direction. Then It made you feel even worse when you considered the implications, playing horrible scenarios in your head about how horrible this could all end for you. Trying to convince yourself that it’s not worth it. The price you’d have to pay would be too high. 

Not that anything will actually happen anyway… The thought made you feel both relieved and frustrated. Because damn it, you wanted it to.

When 5 o'clock rolled around you were DONE, completely defeated by the day. You grabbed your stuff as quickly as possible and practically snuck out of the office the moment your boss turned his head. 

Jake's cab was waiting under the building. You recognized it immediately. You wondered if he's free, allowing yourself to indulge in the thought of him waiting for you. 

For a split second you tried to think of an excuse not to approach him, because getting in the cab with him wasn’t a good idea, on the other hand you were grateful to see a friendly face after the day you just had. 

Jake smiled widely when he saw you, signaling you to get in. You got in the seat next to him, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I will never get over how he smells you thought to yourself as you settled.

“Mi pasajera favorita'' He smiled widely, he seemed to be in a good mood, you smiled back, trying to fend off your lousy one. Although you were sure he’d react politely, you didn’t want to burden him with everything that happened, you didn’t think that cab drivers (or hairdressers, or nail technicians) should be forced to listen to other people's problems while trying to do their job. 

He began driving without asking you for an address. 

Jake could feel something was not quite right “Que pasa? Everything ok?” 

“Just a very lousy day, nothing much really” you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. 

“Do we need to go kill someone real quick? I’ll make sure they never find the body” he smirked, trying to lighten your obviously lousy mood. You giggled sadly, as your armor began to crack.

“Nah, I think I’ll let them live, I can’t get messed up in murder, plus orange looks terrible on me”

“Can't imagine anything looking terrible on you” he replied, serious all of a sudden. Your forced laugh tried to break the awkwardness.

“Seriously, you can tell me querida"

You loved his terms of endearment, especially the Spanish ones. 

“It really was just a crappy day. Lots of small things that went wrong, but I’m glad to see you. I needed a friendly face after all that shit” you ended the sentence with a bite of bitterness to your voice, fighting back tears that began to sting the corners of your eyes. 

It felt so stupid to cry, for a second time that day, and in front of Jake.

“Hey..hey querida.. No, don't cry…” He said softly, which had the exact opposite effect as more tears rolled down your face. It was as if he broke the dam, finally giving you permission to let your guard down.

He pulled over, it was only about half a mile before reaching your house, but he couldn't bear to see you like that.  

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing, oh my god, shit…” you spoke through your tears, sniffling, desperately trying to stop them.

He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to you, placing his large hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. It was heavy and warm and made you want to pull closer to him. 

“It’s gonna be ok mami, it’s just a bad day, you're gonna be fine…” 

You unbuckled and turned to him as well, the sobbing subsided, giving way to the nervousness that buzzed through you. Some tears were still escaping your eyes, he gently brushed them away with his hand and you leaned into his touch.

Your heart was beating mercilessly, belly in knots. You just sat there for a few moments, allowing his touch to both soothe and excite you. There was a lump in your throat and a pool of heat between your thighs. You knew he should stop but desperately wanted him to continue. 

“Do you want me to kiss it better…hmmm?” he asked almost in a whisper, making your heart flutter even more violently.

You did not respond, any response would result in a lose-lose situation. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted this, you also didn't want to say no. You knew this was the dreaded push in the wrong direction, and you were paralized with fear, drawing only shallow breaths.

His gloved thumb grazed over your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making goosebumps run down your spine. 

He leaned forward slowly placing a soft kiss on your cheekbone, 

and then another one on your cheek, 

and another one tethering on the edge of your lips. 

The fourth kiss reached your lips, soft and delicate, stained with your tears.

Your core heated up immediately, you couldn't help but lean into the kiss, pressing your lips onto his. His hand was gently cupping your face as your lips brushed softly against each other. It was a chaste, delicate kiss. His smell was making you dizzy, the masculine musk in it somehow amplified. 

You felt yourself physically torn, lust and guilt mixing inside of you into a nauseating concoction.  

"Stop please, I can't" you came to your senses briefly, laying your palm on Jake's chest.

"Lo siento" Jake replied softly, eyes still closed. You were still inches apart, you could still feel his breath on you, his hand still cupping your cheek. 

It took you all of five seconds before you were falling off the edge, pressing your lips on his again, admitting defeat, brushing his bottom lip with your tongue. That little flick of your tongue was all it took. Jake's hand moved to your neck, cupping your face between his thumb and index, his tongue licking into your mouth, his lips hot against yours, it was intense and possessive and conveyed nothing but desire and danger. He groaned softly against your lips as he claimed your mouth with his, you were barely able to catch a breath, heart slamming in your chest, mouth gasping for air but not able to break away from his kiss. He was kissing you like he wanted to have as much of you as possible while he still could. 

Jake felt the pulse in your throat in his palm, galloping at a merciless pace. He fantasized about this for weeks, and now that he finally gave in, he was afraid he would devour you without being able to stop himself. 

A very loud car honk jolted you both as your mouths finally detached. You were almost thankful that you were startled enough to stop, to replace the hunger in your veins with a stress response. You scrambled to collect your bag and quickly exited the cab, saying absolutely nothing, shocked at your own actions and at how far you've allowed yourself to go.

Jake stepped out of the cab after you, calling at you “Y/N I’m sorry! Please let me take you home! Lo siento mucho!” 

You were almost running away at this point, and he did not want to cause you any more stress by following you. It was clear that a line had been crossed. 

“Jake please go, I’ll walk home, please just go now…please” You shouted back with a shaky voice.

******

Your husband was a grateful man, he didn't know what happened, what prompted you to jump his bones the moment you put your son down for the night. It wasn’t like you to do that sort of thing, but he knew he would be stupid to complain.

You sucked him off like a starved woman before straddling his hips and riding him, your eyes shot with concentration, kisses hot and needy. 

All you could think about was Jake, hoping to miraculously conjure him into existence, but it all tasted and smelled wrong.

You finally were able to cum with the thought of Jake fucking into you, mumbling soft praises in Spanish. How sweet his moans would sound, how sexy he would look with sweat glistening on his pecks. 

FUCK you were screwed. You only had a small taste and it got you fucking hooked, nothing tasted like he did. You absolutely didn't want to want him as much as you did. 

******

The pain in your chest took weeks to subside, but you could still feel the slight sting of it. Finally feeling less and less guilty, although you couldn’t really quit Jake. You would bring him up from your memory every day, like an imaginary friend. Faithfull only in the technical sense, you convinced yourself that it’s good enough, that maybe that earth shattering soul crushing kiss you shared was just what you needed, that you stopped just in time before it all went too far. Truthfully you could only thank that honking car, it was the true ‘hero’ of the story, the thing that actually made you stop. 

You knew without a shadow of a doubt that another test would be impossible to withstand. Thank god you weren’t tested.

Until you were.

******

The evening was winding down, you had such a great time with your friends from work, better than you thought you would, you were in a cheerful mood for a change. It was a welcome break after weeks of nothing but work-home-childcare-bed, you finally had the evening to yourself. After three drinks it was clear you needed to call a cab. It would be a long ride, since you were not in your usual part of town. You decided to get yourself some water for the ride, to try and sober up a bit.

Walking into the bright convenience store made your eyes squint. The store was almost empty and quite large, allowing you to wonder quietly, contemplating the snack options that looked very appetizing in your drunken state.  All of a sudden you felt a tingle at the back of your head, as if you were being watched. When you turned swiftly there was no one there. As you kept walking the feeling increased, you could almost feel the breath of someone down your neck, but the store seemed completely empty. The alcohol in your blood evaporated instantly and you felt completely sober, as the paranoia slowly set in. 

You quickly grabbed a bottle of water and sprinted to the register. That was when you saw him. In the monitor above the clerk’s head, there was no mistaking that strong silhouette, but the cap was really the dead giveaway. He was standing behind the row of shelves, just out of your sight. What the hell?? Your heart rushed. Was it excitement? Fight or flight response? You were not sure. You turned on your heel, walking towards him before he even had the chance to realize what’s going on. 

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” You asked, your voice came out stronger than you anticipated. Perhaps you were still a little tipsy.

“Joder! I’m sorry Y/N”

“Why are you following me? You scared the shit out of me.”

“I..I wanted to come up to you, wasn't sure it’s a good idea, I wanted to apologize, for that time..”

You lifted your eyes to his, dark and hooded, he looked tired. The bright fluorescent lights were probably not doing you any favors either. You wanted to hug him, but of course you did. “Apology accepted,” you muttered quietly.

“Not like this, por favor cariño, can we talk?”

He grabbed your hand in his large gloved one. You looked down and saw your wedding band, pulling it right back. You exhaled sharply “fine Jake, let's talk, not here.”

Maybe closure isn’t such a bad idea, maybe the fact that you feel a little aggravated with him will make this easier.

You walked out of the store, he was a couple steps ahead of you, and if someone had seen you from the side they probably wouldn’t think you were together. You made sure to stay behind him, even walking with him made you nervous, guilty.

The alley was quiet and dark, the street lights illuminating everything in a dim yellow. Jake's face seemed even more angular, eyes shaded completely by his cap, thankfully. You wouldn't have been able to withstand his eyes piercing into yours. You leaned on his parked cab, folding your arms on your chest, while he stood in front of you, keeping a ‘professional’ distance as much as he could. 

A heavy silence stood between the two of you, but your body reacted to the sight and smell of him. You were trying to ignore the need to pull him closer.

“Y/N, I'm very sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it was weak of me. I shouldn’t have done what I did" 

You looked at him but did not respond, letting the obvious set before you could reply. 

“It wasn’t just your fault, Jake"

"Por favor Y/N, let me finish" His breathing seemed heavier, but he sounded almost authoritative.  

"I…I was selfish. I knew it was wrong, I should have stopped myself, I just wanted to make you feel better, soy un idiota.." 

The words you really wanted to reply sat on your tongue. Admit it already. Say it.

"Jake,I wanted it to happen. I kissed you back, 'soy un idiota' too.." 

"Soy UNA idiota..female tense" he chuckled as he corrected you. 

"Thank you for teaching me the proper way to call myself an idiot"

"Anytime, querida" 

His voice softened.

"I love it when you call me that.." 

You raised your eyes to meet his, as he took a step to close the gap between you, looking at you with an intensity and hunger, making your heart race.

“I was also weak” you whispered now that he was close, holding your hands in his. 

“You make me weak Jake” Your anger has all but dissolved, and you were standing in front of him defenseless, unarmed. There was nothing that could protect you now.

He removed his gloves one by one, placing them on the roof of the cab behind you. His cap followed, revealing a mop of thick black curls, brushing them back with his hand as a few stray ones still bounced back onto his forehead. 

You cupped his face, his stubble softly scratching the palm of your hand. 

“Kiss me” you finally said it.

One of his arms rested on the cab, cornering you in, your bodies almost touching now, his scent clouding every remaining ounce of judgment you still possessed. 

You could feel his heavy breath as he slowly ghosted his fingers on your jawline and neck and leaned in to kiss you. 

He set a slow pace, but his kiss was anything but chaste this time. Dipping his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your bottom lip, his lips were soft and pillowy and he brushed them masterfully against your own, before breaking off the kiss to swipe his thumb on your lips. Your tongue darted out to lick the tip of his finger as if by itself, Jake's eyes flickered and he slowly pushed it into your mouth, with a quiet moan. Your tongue swirled around the thick digit, teeth scraped it, before he pulled it out only to kiss you again, deeper and more desperate.

His hand laced through your hair, pulling gently and exposing your neck. Jake's lips trailed sloppy open mouthed kisses from the back of your ear and all the way down to your clavicle. His hips were brushing his hard length against your belly. The combination was making your head spin, and your heat pool in your center. Your moans and whimpers were music to his ears. "You sound so pretty like this querida, making those sweet noises" he said with a raspy voice, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. His palm glided down to your breast, he brushed his fingers on it so tenderly that you barely noticed it until a wave of arousal shot into your core. His weight was pinning you to the car, he slid his thigh between your legs, feeling your heat, grinding his clothed cock it into you. Your fingers squeezed under the waistband of his jeans, tugging at the belt, grabbing at as much ass as you could, pulling him closer. You began to pull his shirt out, hands sliding up his warm firm back, he shivered slightly at your cold fingers and chuckled at your eagerness. 

“Can I touch you? Do you want me to touch you, cariño?” he cooed sweetly.

"Fuck..ah..hhm" was all you managed to reply, it felt as if your wetness would drown you, your whole body felt liquid in his arms, reduced to a puddle of lust. 

He slid his hand under the hem of your skirt, warm callused palm traveling up your thigh. His lips detached from you, he was breathing heavily and studying you closely. Sliding his fingers gently over your drenched panties as your face contorted with pleasure, until your hips started to buck at him. "Please touch me" you managed to breathe out. He obliged, moving your panties out of the way and gliding both fingers in between your folds. 

His breath got even heavier as yours nearly stopped completely. "joder mami.." he muttered at the warm wetness coating his fingers. He circled your clit and then slid back towards your entrance, pushing slightly into you, repeating the motion with a featherlight touch. Your moans were getting quiet, reduced to quick sharp breaths and little whimpers. Brows pinched and eyes slammed shut. It was pure ecstasy delivered in the softest and tenderest of manners. "Breathe mami… I'll take care of you. You are so beautiful like this" he whispered and kissed you again, wanting to capture your pleasure with his mouth. 

This is what you wanted all along, to have no choice in the matter. To be seduced so completely that your ability to resist would disappear altogether. This must absolve you of some responsibility. 

The rolling thunder did not seem to distract you from each other, no honking car, no impending doom would make your mouths detach. You have allowed yourself to indulge in this, moral compass tossed into the nearest bin. 

His thick fingers slid inside of you, and every time he pulled them out just to push them back in, his palm rubbed gently against your clit, covering his hand with your arousal. You moaned into Jake's mouth, louder this time, as you felt the coil tighten in your core. 

"Tell me hermosa.." he rasped between soft kisses and licks,"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" 

"Hhm, yes.." you replied, stating the obvious. 

"And do you think of me when you fuck your husband..?" Your heart raced at the question, it shouldn't have turned you on even more, make you even wetter, but it did. "Be honest, querida, it's ok" his voice was supposed to feel reassuring, but it was laced with coercion, luring and tempting your shameful truth out of you. 

"Yes" you whispered, your voice barely came out as a pathetic whimper. 

“Mmmm” He purred at your response. 

The thunder roared again, and little droplets of rain began falling.

"We're not getting in until you cum, cariño" He said playfully. You hated the rain, you hated yourself, but you would hate it more if he'd stopped. 

Your senses lit on fire as the pleasure in your belly was tightening. You felt the drops cold against your hot skin, the weight of Jake's body on yours, the gentle slide of his fingers, heard the sound of your kisses, moans, and heavy breaths, his smell and taste were intoxicating you.

It all accumulated, building up higher and higher, until you finally felt your pleasure spill over the edge. Wave after wave washed over you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life, groaning into the crook of his neck. "así, mami, así" he said softly as you clenched around his fingers, pulling you gently down from your high. 

You both stood there for a moment, eyes shut, breathing each other's air heavily.

The rain intensified, beginning to soak into your hair and clothes, convincing you both to finally get into the cab. 

When you got in, the sounds of the street and the rain dissipated, it was so quiet all of a sudden, all you could hear was each other's breath. Your orgazm was still buzzing faintly through your body, but the guilt was slowly creeping up your back. 

You found yourself scrambling for something that would make you stop, but came up with nothing. What would be worse? Betraying the trust of your husband or denying yourself the thing you have been desperately craving for months with every fiber of your being? How strong did you have to be to resist this? 

Jake sat next to you, damp curls and white shirt slightly soaked by the rain.

He turned to you and placed his hand in the space between the two of you on the car seat, as if asking for permission all over again "Hermosa, are you sure? I will understand if you want to stop". 

Without his cap and with the soft look in his eyes he looked boyish, almost innocent. "You are so handsome" You said, as you brushed away a stray curl from his forehead and laid your hand on top of his, granting said permission silently, still not willing to fully admit to yourself what it is that you're agreeing to. "Please querida, I need to hear that you want this too" 

You scooted closer to him, slowly running your hands up his arms and shoulders and began removing his tie. Unwrapping your forbidden present to yourself. "I do. I'm sure. I want this. too much" you said, in a voice closer to a whisper, still trying to keep your 'secret' from him, as if there were any left.

You unbuttoned his shirt, taking your time with each button, until you were able to slide it down his shoulders, the tanned broad panels of his pecs finally at your fingertips. He was beautiful, the contour of him gently illuminated from the dim street lights.

You ran your fingers through his soft curls, pulling him closer for a kiss, your tongues swirled together at a leisurely pace. His hands slid up your legs, under your skirt, pulling your thong down. "Eres tan suave, tan dulce, necesito sentirte cerca.." he rasped as his fingers brushed on your thighs.

"You'll have to translate this one for me" you replied gingerly. 

He took your hand, laying it on his clothed cock, painfully hard under his jeans. "Here's a translation for you, querida" he chuckled, groaning softly at the friction. Oh god, of course he's big.

"Aww, is that what it's called in Spanish..?" you chuckled back, rubbing him softly through the fabric. 

You made quick work of his belt buckle, unzipping his constricting denim, tugging it along with his briefs down his strong thighs as he lifted his hips slightly.

You finally straddled him, your heat pooling in your core, begging to be filled. 

His gaze was fixed on your face as he ran the tip of his cock in between your folds. You bucked your hips at the delicious feeling and began to sink on him slowly, relishing every thick inch, every ridge and vein. "Ah.. fuck, you're a big boy" you managed a breathy whisper. Jake almost whimpered as your warm wetness covered him, sinking all the way into you. 

He grabbed your hips, impatient and needy, beginning to slowly grind you on his cock.

It felt amazing. That's the only way you would describe the exquisite fullness between your thighs, his thickness dragging against your walls, gently enticing every ounce of pleasure out of you. You raised yourself slowly, just to sink back again, and again, quickening your pace slightly with every thrust. He nuzzled at your breasts, sucking gently on the flesh he could reach, before grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it up. Your bra quickly followed. Jake latched his mouth on your nipple immediately, sucking hungrily, then pressing your breasts together and lapping his greedy tongue over both nipples. There was pure concentration in his face. His eyes were closed, soft long lashes laying on his sharp cheekbones. 

For years you'd retreat to the back of your mind, pull fantasies and memories almost forcefully, that's the only way you could enjoy sex. Now you could barely blink at the sight of him. Broad shoulders and strong arms, sharp jaw, black curls. Just so fucking gorgeous.

Jake sensed your gaze and opened his eyes, staring deeply back while he moved into you. Your orgazm began to approach rapidly, as you tightened around his cock. He planted his feet on the floor, thrusting harder, deeper. He spread your cheeks with his palms, slotting himself deeper still. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, to your breasts, before he pulled you into another kiss. You could almost taste your orgazm now, and you began moving faster, chasing it, you closed your eyes out of habit, before forcing yourself to keep them open. You needed to etch as much as you could into your brain. You wanted to capture it all - the sound of his groans, the skin slapping on skin, the smell of sex, the taste of him in your mouth. Every. Tiny. Fucking. Detail. Oh. My. God. Yes! Yesss! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!  The coil in your core finally snapped, stronger this time, hitting you harder. Jake felt you clench around him and he deepened his thrusts, crashing his hips into yours as you moaned and wailed.  No secrets to hide, no shame, you've allowed yourself to fully let go, confessing all of your sins loudly and without reprehension. Warmth spread all over your body, flooding your limbs, as the aftershocks of your climax kept coming. "That sounded so fucking beautiful, querida" Jake groaned. Your hands came up to his face, lacing through his hair, as you began kissing him again softly - on his lips, his cheeks, his forehead…You placed gentle kisses on his closed eyes, every soft kiss thanking him for the pleasure he brought you. Jake's pace began to quicken again, you matched his movements, you could feel him approaching his high, hands gripping your hips with surprising strength, moving you on his cock faster, harder, thrust after thrust after thrust. He groaned as he spilled inside you, neck stretching back, jaw clenched ,sweat beading on his chest. He was every bit as stunning as you imagined him to be. 

He collapsed into your chest, heaving from his exertion, thrusting his hips slightly into you, coaxing some final pleasurable little waves of post orgazm out of you. 

He looked blissed out, completely content.

You stroked him, gently grazing your nails on his scalp, brushing your fingers on his temple. He purred softly and nuzzled deeper into you. You both knew you had very few last moments to enjoy this, to breathe each other's scent and bask in the tender intimacy of it all, before you'd have to go back to pretending this never even happened. "Thank you" you whispered, kissing the top of his head. You really didn't know what else to say, how to express the mixture of gratitude and guilt you were feeling. Could you promise yourself this was the one and only time? Could you resist him? This? You couldn't tell yourself this was 'nothing' because it didn't feel like 'nothing'. Maybe with time you could convince yourself it was. 

"I have to get back home, Jake" you finally said. "I know querida, i know you do."

******

The tension had been building inside of you the whole ride home, and you went back and forth between the possibility that you'll be able to come out of this unscaved and the very plausable outcome of completely ruining your life. 

You unlocked the door to your house with a heavy heart, dreading what awaited you on the other side. How would you explain the late hour you came in? Would Jake's scent linger enough to be noticable? 

And what if you don't get caught, would you regret this? Surely you'd regret breaking their hearts, betraying their trust, being so selfish with your 'needs' that you didn't even consider another solution. But, would you also regret the scorching hot, charming, gorgeous man that fucked you like that, like you needed him to? And if you regret only some of it, does it count as actual regret? Does it matter? 

Your brain was running a mile a minute, perhaps trying to prepare yourself to 'face the music' if you must. The bottom line was that the deed was done. And it was lustful and passionate and every bit as satisfying as you've imagined.

As soon as you stepped in you knew you could breathe a sigh of relief. The glow of the TV was the only thing illuminating the space, and your husband's snores assured you that you were in the clear.

You headed into the shower immediately, relishing in the hot water on your skin. For the first time in months your mind was clear. You could think about your plans for the upcoming days, your chores, missing items on the shopping list, the kind of cake you wanted to bake for your mom's birthday… The lustful beast in you was full, satiated, resting in it's cave at the back of your mind. 

Thank you Jake. 

**********

Jake

The streets were almost empty, the rain subsided into a drizzle, the wet asphalt shimmered with blurry reflections of the street lights and passing cars. 

Jake opened the window and lit up a smoke, he enjoyed the cool air that smelled like rain, it blended with your smell on his fingers. 

"Do you think of me when you fuck your husband?" He'd ask them. 

Most froze, some tried to avoid the question, some would say "no, because I don't fuck him anymore". Hearing an honest answer like yours was rare. Your precious little "yes"... your voice barely whispered it, but it was enough for Jake.

You were special. Something about the guilt written on your face made it more exhilarating for him. You never did manage to hide anything, every emotion was visible, clear for him to see. Your reaction to his smell, to his voice, your clumsy and adorable attempts at flirting, it was all so endearing. You were always so sweet, so responsive when he finally touched you the way he wanted to.

He'd tell himself that he is actually helping. Every woman wants to feel seen and desired, every woman deserves pleasure. He was just happy to oblige, to offer himself up. He did have a type though, and they all had one thing in common - a husband. Some husbands were doing a fine job, but some were not. Dormant in their lives, maybe cheating, maybe just tired. 

He would never insist if he saw that the other side simply wasn't interested, but more often than not they were. And there was nothing quite like breaking through the initial apprehension, to reach the bleeding core of someone who needed this just as badly as he did. And boy did you need it. You were starved and he had the pleasure of feeding you. 

He apologized for his advances because he knew that you needed to think that he was as conflicted as you were. But he wasn't, he wasn't sorry either. 

How could he be when you moaned like that, clenching on his cock, digging your nails into his skin..? 

Fin.

[delirium-reflection]

Untitled - seven year gap

Title: untitled

Pairing: Alastor x Vox

Word count: 2067

Warnings: body horror, Canon typical violence and language

Summary: Alastor comes to investigate an injured and bitter Vox.

Notes: Written for radiostaticweek. Late, naturally. Self-edited but likely contains mistakes. We are very tired today. Formatting is questionable. Our favorite thing is tsundere boys being difficult to one another. Enjoy and thanks.

The thing before him wasn't Vox.

Not anymore. The creature was a pulsating, neon mass of wiring and cables haphazardly wrapped around a limber humanoid body. It reminded Alastor of a mound of snakes he found when he was a child in the mortal realm. Each individual PVC cable seemed to have a liveliness of its own, twisting and winding itself into knots among it's siblings.

Vox, what was left of him, was comatose inside the roost of cables. The only real proof he was in the ball of snakes was that occasionally the wires would reveal a small piece of their prize. An arm, a blank and broken screen… swiftly appearing and disappearing.

It was only curiosity that first brought Alastor to this place. What was the ruin of the Vs Tower. It was hastily abandoned weeks ago by it's employees and two remaining overlords. No one in Voxtek was forthcoming on exactly what had happened. Why did they abandon their home and their business associates? Perhaps they thought Vox was dead, after Alastor witnessed the building he imagined that was an easy assumption to make. It wasn't until Alastor heard a rumor that some of the employees of Voxtek found themselves still under contract that Alastor came to investigate. Vox had to be alive if his contracted workers still belonged to him.

But upon entering the building, with great difficulty in no small part to the overflowing cables spilling from it, he wondered exactly what kind of life remained. Alastor was merely curious, he didn't owe anything else to the TV demon. Certainly didn't care if he was gone. This wellness checkup was more concern in case whatever was happening to Vox was dangerous to the rest of Hell. Or his own plans.

“I can't say I like what you've done with the place.” Alastor's voice echoed off the wall of the broken room. The walls were covered in glowing azure cables just like the mass surrounding Vox. He didn't expect an answer. Rather he didn't want one. But something about the eerie room bothered the Radio Demon. His hackles rose with each undulating movement of the cable ball.

A crackled sound ripped through the room, seemingly a response to Alastor. Or perhaps whatever was in the room was finally acknowledging his presence. The sound was a combination of metal scraping against metal and raw electric current surging. It was followed by intense silence.

Alastor's ears perked up, waiting for any other signs of life. Nothing came so he stepped forward. The intensity flickered rapidly within the cables around the room, a softer electrical sound buzzing through the air.

A voice distorted beyond comprehension, inordinately loud tore through the room. It didn't seem to have an origin point, not one Alastor could locate. A light filtered through the area, behind the mass of cables, from a half-concealed screen on the back wall.

《WARNING! AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED WITH THIS SMART TV. DEFECTIVE SOFTWARE DETECTED. RESET TO FACTORY DEFAULT.》

《FAILED TO UNINSTALL.》

《LAUNCHING SAFE MODE.》

《RECOMMENDED ACTION(S): MANUEL RESET…

The words continued on until the bottom of the screen, or at least as far as Alastor could see. Alastor didn't know what most of that meant, but it didn't seem beneficial to Vox's situation.

“KA- KA-ka-C-Coward!” The same origin-less voice roared, this time understandable past the distortion.

“Oh? He speaks.” Alastor's eats flattened against his skull, hearing something rustle in the darkness, “Throwing out accusations already?”

“Ka-KA creeping up-p-p oh-n s-s-someone in IN -n-n thei-ir sah-sleep-ep-ep?” The rustling sound, Alastor noticed was the collective shifting of the cables surrounding Vox. The snakes parted way until the blank flat-screen of Vox's poked through.

“Is that what you call of all this? Sleeping.” Alastor gestured to the room with a click of his tongue, casually pulling out his staff and leaning on it.

“Y-y… -es.” Vox's pitch screen and level voice not holding any of his usual charisma.

“It's been two weeks.” Alastor sighed knowingly, tilting his head to one side. That seemed to spark a reaction from the hollow screen. “One would think you're under the weather. Staying in bed for so long.”

With a shaky flicker Vox's face finally lit up on the screen, right eye wide and swirling with hypnotic power, “An-nd you've c-come to take advantage of that?”

The voice that seemed to come from everywhere shrank to simply come from Vox's monitor.

“Y-y-you are sa-sa-sadly mist-tay-can if you thin-k-k I won't be able to des-tro-y-y you even n-n-” A toothy, deranged grin painting his screen as he watched Alastor closely.

Instantaneously around the room the cables leapt to life, a singular goal to reach the Radio Demon. The wiring sparking with torrid voltage as it spilled like a wave of PVC at the offending demon. Some of the wiring lashing, others trying to enfold the Radio Demon. Alastor sprang to life himself, twisting and dodging to avoid the glowing cords that chaotically seethed around him. Aside from the seer number of the cables it was an easy task for him. But he knew it was a war of attrition Vox was playing.

It wasn't long until one of the tethers found purchase, wrapping around Alastor's right arm. A sudden sting of electric current run through the Radio Demon's limb, it wasn't until he was able to break free that he realized he was bleeding. Droplets of crimson soaking into his jacket as if he'd been stabbed by a dozen needles in a pattern where the cable had been. He was able to catch a glance at the fleeing cable, the one that he'd escaped from. It was just like the others except that now the PVC casing was broken and pieces of sharp copper wiring were peaking through.

Alastor had no second to ponder his discovery before another assault. Two more cables catching him, one on the left leg just below the knee and the other on the same injured arm. The protruding metal biting into his skin, even through the clothes. Much to the Radio Demon's discomfort he watch the rubber covering of the wires peel away of their own volition. The sting of the copper in his skin pushed to a new level of agony as he realized the wire was attempting to burrow into his flesh.

The two cables were rapidly joined by others, latching into a stunned Alastor. One wrapped around his neck, breaking the skin as it hastily began to pry skin apart in a deprived invasion.

“F-fuck!” Alastor gasped as the wires pierced into his throat so much he swore he could taste the metal. “V-Vox! S-top!”

In no universe did Alastor think simply commanding the other demon would bring any results. But it did. The cables seized up rigidly as if the words spoken had a magical effect on them.

“W-what if I-I don't want to, Ala-stor?” This time the Radio Demon swore he heard more of the other's sardonic personality peeking through. “W-what if I-I wa-wa-want to do this?”

The wires suddenly began to slide into Alastor's flesh, a threat by the TV Demon. Alastor closed his eyes, refusing to cry out, and grit his teeth.

“You…Y-you You wouldn't be-e a-ble t-t-t run away again. W-would you?” Vox cackled darkly, a sound that seemed to resonate inside like he was at the bottom of a metal drum. “N-no, I d-d-don't think you would.”

Alastor was searching his options internally. In a bid for time he decided to press conversation with the mad demon, “You're not still tore up about that are you, old pal?”

The wires quivered inside of his flesh as if he could feel Vox's anger swelling. Perhaps provoking the other wasn't the best of plans either. “S-seven ye-ears! Yo-u son-n-of-f a b-bitch!”

Alastor could free himself, the television-faced demon was weak–he had been the entire encounter–but if he did the mystery of ‘how this happened’ would be unsolved. What would happen of Alastor simply phased out of the room and never looked back? If he retreated back to the Hotel's radio tower to lick his wounds he might not ever understand.

Vox's eyes bore into Alastor with indifference as the cables pushed inside flesh to their limit. Becoming brittle and thin at the base they began to break off into the skin like the barbs of a porcupine. The copper lodged deep side Alastor's flesh stung like an infected wound, reddened and irritated. The cable, spent of it's internal wiring dropped away from Alastor's arm all together, no longer able to cause him harm. Several more of the empty cable shells fell away from Alastor's skin, disappearing into the dark depths of the floor.

“S-so… why bother-r s-s-showing up here… now-w–w? T-to bother me-e?”

“Mere curiosity.” Alastor quickly replied, feeling the cables shift below him agitatedly. The cables writhed on the floor around him, whipping around as if they were a dozen angry eels.

“L-liar.” Vox's face shifted on the screen, the grin faltering into a scrutinizing frown. “Selfish-h prick-k. W-we are are are t-t-the same, don't-t act like-e you you are so h-hard to understand.”

Alastor said nothing. He didn't know what Vox's point was. The statement lead too many places, too many ways to be misinterpreted. It would feel like a confession, of sorts, no matter what he replied with. Silence was better.

How were they alike? Conniving and calculating, always trying to manipulate the world around them into what they needed it to be. Curious to a fault, unable to stand a mystery, and needing to know all the answers. Paranoid–-even if there was no proof--thinking those around them were planning treachery. Pathetic creatures who wouldn't trust anyone because they knew no one could (or should) trust them.

“Y-y-you only exist t-to be-e beheld.” The words slid out into the silence of the room like a knife in the throat. Cutting straight to the point with unusual clarity.

“Flattering! A fancy way to say we are both attention-whores.” Alastor rolled his eyes, painfully crossing his bleeding arms across his chest.

An unexpected, hardy laugh came from the other. Like a dam breaking on the tension in the room, “I-I don't-t hear… d-denial. Narci-i-issistic bastard.”

“Egocentric jackass.” Alastor returned cooly, his grin increasing as looked directly into Vox's eyes.

“Self-f-f-centered di-ick.”

“Miserable–”

“S-Stay.” Vox blurted curtly, once again slicing to the meaty heart of their banter. It was jarring to hear something so open and vulnerable from a creature that did none of that.

He wasn't playing fair, Alastor thought with a sigh. There were rules of engagement to be followed.

“S-stay and I-I… will-l s-see you.”

“Stay and you will exist.” Alastor meant it as mockery. But as soon as the words left his mouth he realized how right they sounded. Symbiotic parasites. It could be mistaken for affection. Alastor didn't know if he could be affectionate. Probably shouldn't be to the likes of Vox the TV Demon.

“How long?” Alastor canted his head, studying Vox's face from the mess of cables. “I'm a busy demon.”

“N-not sure-e. I've-e been s-sifting th-thr-through my network-k to find-d the p-prob-lem. C-could to-tolerate y-your-r company.” Vox scoffed, a shot of red staining his cheeks as he averted his eyes downward. “A-a another week or or s-o.”

Alastor sighed, making a gesture of annoyance as he abruptly began to search the floor for a place to sit. He collapsed down on a heavily corded bundle of cables that looked sturdy enough to support his weight. “I would ask you to shake on it but I have a feeling you can't move your arms.”

“...I-I can still -ka-kick your ass-s e-even if I couldn't-t.” Vox softly retorted, his flushed screen brightening to an azure glow. “D-don't expe-ect gratitude.”

Alastor felt the brush of a cable, slithering against his fingertips. The same wires that had just caused him to bleed out profusely were now gently pushing against his hand. Wrapping around his finger tenderly as if they were afraid to touch him too tightly, the cables acted like he was suddenly breakable. Alastor let the cable slip into his palm until it rested there. Curling his fingers over the cord as if it were Vox's hand, “I wouldn't dream of it, old pal.”

For someone who's waited seven years Alastor decided he might be able to spare a week or so.

[drachenfalter]

I was just wondering if Illusion would show up on cameras (if illusions are really about changing perception as I suspect).

And well. They do, on Boiling Isles TV at least. (We see that in Eda's Requiem). Except-

- this is what a camera looks like on the Boiling Isles. So whose to say that there isn't a brain hidden in there that is doing the perceiving and can therefore be tricked by Illusion magic.

What about other kinds of cameras?

Well, most photos we see seem to be extracted memories, and the camera taking Eda-Luz's mugshot is smart enough to talk.

So, we really need a human realm camera for this.

Luz has her phone, but I don't remember her ever filming Gus and his illusions with it.

Which only leaves Willow with her instant camera in Thanks to Them.

I think this is the closest we get.

But while it is Gus casting the magic, I'm pretty sure he's using a levitation spell here, which isn't an illusion.

So, still inconclusive, I guess.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Bella got into the breaking bad drug business while she was in Phoenix.

Caveat

She wouldn't.

Bella came to Forks at the age of 17, in Phoenix she was even younger. While perhaps there's an alternate universe where Bella's life took a different turn as a result of her family situation, the Bella of canon seemed very on the straight and narrow and defined herself by that fact.

She was proud that she was the adult in the relationship with her mother, who she viewed as needing taking care of. Bella paid the bills, did the laundry, cooked the meals, did everything she felt made her an adult.

Bella's not taking nor making methamphetamine.

Even if she had been in that realm, per the Breaking Bad universe, Bella would be witness to the blue meth propagating across the American southwest once they hit it big with Gus, but she's not in Albuquerque and far enough away that she wouldn't run into any of the cast there.

The AU Where She's in Albuqurque

Alright, let's say Bella's life takes a hard left turn and let's say she happened to be in Albuqurque. To make things convenient, Mr. Walter White is her Chemistry teacher, still wouldn't go anywhere.

Walter went for Jesse for a few reasons. One, he already knew Jesse as a student and thus felt he had authority over him/leverage over his head with how he could turn him into the cops. This also made him feel relatively safe: Jesse wasn't a drug dealer like those drug dealers on TV, he's a kid Walter knows. Second was that Jesse had an in in the business, he'd been making and selling drugs already and as much as Walter didn't want to admit it, he quickly saw Jesse as someone reliable when it came to knowing the market and how to sell and get supplies.

Bella Swan is a teenage girl, years younger than Jesse, who lacks his street smarts as well as level headedness. Walter wouldn't be able to intimidate Bella into doing what he wanted or needed and he'd view her as far too much of a risk. Not to mention, for season 1 Walter, I imagine the idea of ruining this teenage girl's life would make him uncomfortable (versus Jesse who he already saw as corrupted).

Without choosing Walter as a partner, even if Bella's cooking, then Bella finds herself run out of business when the blue meth rolls in and may or may not meet a terrible fate at Tuco's hands/something else due to her involvement in this line of work.

The Only Way

The only way this might happen, and it wouldn't, is if in Bella's New Moon depression, thanks to Hallucination Edward's prompting Bella to please, for the love of god, not make terrible decisions, Bella somehow finds herself in Albuqurque making crystal meth on par with Walter White's because she had some weird dreams about how to do chemistry.

Bella was not taking chemistry in high school.

However, Bella would likely not even make it this far, and probably blows herself up in a chemical fire.

It's just not happening, guys.

[empressawesomecoolness]

Doctor Who: The Ultimate Speedrun Marathon - 1996 TV Movie

Ok, I was warned this one was basically locked behind endless streaming paywalls or was otherwise just lost media. I was a little discouraged, so I was ready to just crack on with Series 1, but then I found the whole damn thing on YouTube. Lucky!

General Thoughts

Paul McGann was a ton of fun as the 8th Doctor! He was obviously having a ton of fun in the role, which I’m sure he must have been a fan of. He’s since retuned to the role in cameo appearances and such years later, so his infectious love of the material is apparent. I’m not sure if he was aware that his tenure as the Doctor would be relatively short, but he really makes the most of it. I also love his look! It’s a fun missing link from the campier looks of the OG Doctors into the more modern/tactical looks of the modern Doctors. I also liked the detail that his clothes were basically just a Halloween costume he stole after he woke up from his regeneration. Really clever.

Speaking of his regeneration, it was fun to see Sylvester McCoy return for an extended cameo as the 7th Doctor. I haven’t seen his Seasons yet, but I was familiar with him from The Hobbit and Sense8, so I really just like him as an actor. He’s also evidently having a lot to fun here, despite only about 20 minutes of screen time. As a newer fan, I’d say this is a great introduction to the fun of the Doctor’s personality and purpose in the modern era, as well as carrying the torch from the OGs.

I was really surprised by the setting being 1999 San Francisco, considering this is a pretty famously Anglo-centric show. It must have been a fun breath of fresh air at the time for fans, but I also enjoyed it as a new fan. It had a fun ‘90s neo-noir vibe to it that ‘90s England or some fictional future realm maybe couldn’t have gotten cross just right. (Also, idk if this is canonically the Doctor’s first visit to America, but I just found it funny that as soon as he steps out of the TARDIS onto American soil for the first time, he gets shot.)

Moving onto the Doctor’s companion this time around, we’ve got Daphne Ashbrook as Dr. Grace Holloway. She’s smart and resourceful and overall just really cool. An underrated companion, in my opinion. Her introduction in this movie is probably one of my favorite things about the franchise so far! She’s first referred to in the story as “Amazing Grace” by a fellow surgeon, followed by her having to rush into the 7th Doctor’s surgery straight from an opera house, all while still wearing her gown. Iconic.

Her relationship with the Doctor and her chemistry with Paul McGann is a ton of fun. They’re (for the most part) intellectually matched, so it’s fun to see the Doctor have a literal Dr to bounce off of. I do wish she had accepted the supernatural sci-fi truth of it all a bit sooner, cuz her having to come to terms with that takes up a good chunk of the runtime, but once she’s in the thick of it, she’s able to carry her weight. Also, idk if this is correct so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but Grace and the 8th Doctor appear to be the only Doctor/companion pair that are romantic with one another. idk how this aspect is liked among the fans, but I personally didn’t mind it. They’re quite cute together, so you really root for them.

Now for the villain. I know nothing of the Master so far, aside from the obvious that he’s an evil Time Lord who can also regenerate, albeit not as successfully, since the conflict of the movie is the Master trying to steal the Doctor’s lives after he uses up his own. I thought he was cool enough, and as a horror fan, his wormy-possession form reminded me a lot of Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. I assume he’ll return as a big bad later on, but he’s a little one note here. He gets the job done, and Eric Roberts is obviously having a lot of fun chewing the evil scenery.

Favorite Moments

The Doctor’s little “these shoes fit perfectly!” was cute lol

Just one look at my blog will show anyone that I’m a massive Frankenstein fan, so the parallels drawn between the monster’s reanimation to the Doctor’s regeneration was super cool. Paul McGann also plays it really big! His “Who am I?!” dramatic moment after he comes back to life is classic monster-movie cool. Very Boris Karloff of him.

The one hospital orderly reacting to the 7th Doctor’s body disappearing by saying “You think he got up and went to a better HOSPITAL???” was so fucking funny oh my god

The look of the TARDIS’ interior appears to be carried over from how it looked for the 7th Doctor, but it fits the 8th Doctor so well. It’s like a gothic mansion, which just clicks so well with 8’s overall vibe.

The setting being at the direct turn of the millennium into Y2K was genius! It was sooo sooo cool I loved it

Paul McGann and Daphne Ashbrook are sexy as hell I need them so bad

Overall, Doctor Who 1996 is a fun and stylish entry! Highly recommend for those who haven’t seen it yet.

Now, that’s it for the 8th Doctor for the time being. Onto the modern era show, starting with Christopher Eccleston taking the reigns as #9.

[ijustkindalikebooks]

I don't know if I can say February was disappointing reading, cos I did read alot, I completed 32 books and most were pretty good, half of them all being either 4 or 5 star, but I also read books I was highly hoping to be good and then they were not.

I also think classic titles can be truly hit right sometimes and even some that you feel are similar just don't (take for example how I feel about Deerbrook and Under The Greenwood Tree, similar themes and settings, one I loved, one I had to prop my eyes open to finish).

One thing I will say that though some of these books I do suffer (and that is my choice) don't do that to yourself, if you are reading, do not suffer the book, I read these books cos I bought these books and want to read my shelves, but I'd definitely recommending going with the vibe and selecting something that will bring you hoy, this is not the year for choosing to suffer.

These are my favourite books of February!

Where The Drowned Girls Go by Seanan McGuire - If I really need to read a book that I know will be five stars, I go to a Wayward Children series novella. These books are tiny worlds full of incredible settings and brilliant characters delivered in under 200 pages. This book sees one of the girls from the school go to Whitethorn an alternative and stricter school that gets the kids to forget their doors and move on and become 'normal' again. Brilliantly finished and not over the top in melodrama, I liked how these characters got their stories.

British Landmarks And Legends by Jo Woolf - An ARC I asked for after going to an art course that revolved around local folklore and legends, this book has been a handy book when it comes to finding something a little unusual. Covering a range of places from mythologised castles to bleeding rocks in creepy forests, this book covers an incredible of different places, be that known like Stonehenge or The Bleeding Stone of Lynn. Highly recommend this and the 'Fantasy: Realms Of Imagination' exhibit at the British Library which I believe has events around the UK currently.

Other books I enjoyed this Month:

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing by Hank Green - In my post-project for awesome haze, I knew I finally had to read this book and I really now need to read the second. A fantastic book on the power of social media and how we as humans can be heroic and flawed and messy, this book certainly delivers fantastic characters and funny moments that give you a glimmer of insight into the world today. I think April May is my favourite least-likeable character ever made.

Ask A Historian by Greg Jenner - Jenner was one of the authors who worked on Horrible Histories (the TV show, you know the one that gave you a thing on Dick Turpin, right? *leaves quietly*) and this book makes clear why. Informative, witty and smart, this book is a learning circle, never mind a curve. A range of fantastic questions, that does take in international figures (I find history books tend to be quite western focused) this book is a fun read.

What have you been reading in February? I'd love your recommendation and reviews!

Thanks again for reading!

Vee xo

[curlslovekpop]

Videogames and Chill?

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Genre: Slice of life, love story

Pairing: Lee Taemin (SHINee) x Original Female POC Character

Warnings: Mature content, Sexual content 🔞

———— Pausing for a moment, he whispered in a husky voice, his breath warm against her, making her tremble, "Christina, are you a virgin?" ————

In Taemin's room, a cozy haven for the two of them, Taemin and Christina find themselves engrossed in a shared hobby - video games. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of the TV illuminating their faces. Christina, having honed her gaming skills, lies on her stomach, her eyes fixed on the screen as her character fearlessly battles an Oark.

As Christina's fingers expertly maneuver the controller, Taemin positions himself against the wall, his gaze anchored on her every move. With unwavering focus, he observes her gameplay, appreciating the strategy and precision she brings to each action. Taemin can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for Christina's quick thinking and the smart tricks she employs to gain the upper hand.

The room is filled with a sense of camaraderie as Taemin becomes Christina's trusted ally, offering valuable advice and tips to enhance her battle tactics. He eagerly shares his knowledge, pointing out hidden secrets and potential strategies that she can employ to overcome challenges. With each successful maneuver she executes, Taemin's excitement grows, as does his admiration for her gaming prowess.

Every now and then, Taemin can't help but be amazed by Christina's natural talent. Her keen reflexes and intuitive decision-making leave him in awe. He finds himself in a constant state of awe, marveling at her ability to navigate the digital world with such finesse.

As the game progresses, Taemin's encouragement becomes more animated. He cheers her on, praising her for her remarkable skills and applauding her for outsmarting the game's challenges. Taemin's words of support are a constant source of motivation for Christina, fueling her determination to conquer the virtual realm.

In between battles, the atmosphere in the room becomes relaxed and comfortable. Taemin and Christina engage in lighthearted banter, sharing their thoughts and experiences from the game. Taemin listens attentively to Christina's insights, appreciating her unique perspective and the fresh ideas she brings to their gaming sessions.

Taemin's admiration for Christina extends beyond her gaming abilities. He finds himself captivated by her presence, her infectious enthusiasm, and the way she effortlessly immerses herself in the virtual world. The more time they spend together in Taemin's room, the deeper their connection grows.

As they continue their gaming adventure, Taemin can't help but feel a growing sense of closeness to Christina. Their shared passion for video games creates a bond that transcends the digital realm. In these moments, as they laugh and strategize together, Taemin realizes just how lucky he is to have Christina by his side.

He is filled with surprise and pride when he sees Christina play the game and advance so well. His smile is big with pride and joy until his gaze wanders to Christina’s backside, and a wave of unfamiliar desire washes over him. His mind becomes clouded with a mix of emotions, as he finds himself captivated by the curves and contours of her body. A sense of longing starts to well up inside him, creating a tension that he struggles to ignore. These new feelings both confuse and excite him, stirring a growing heat within his core.

As Taemin spent more and more time in her presence, he began to notice something he had never fully appreciated before – the beauty of her backside. Their friendship and the process of building their relationship had always been his focus, and he had always seen her as sweet, bubbly, occasionally annoying, and headstrong. But now, as he gazed at her, he couldn't help but be captivated by how cute and pretty she was, especially from behind.

He couldn't believe he had never truly noticed it before, but her backside was undeniably alluring. The contours of her hips and the shape of her buttcheeks were so enticing, accentuated perfectly by the snugness of her pajama shorts. Without even realizing it, he found himself unconsciously licking his lips, a clear sign of the desire that was starting to stir within him.

The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to trace the curves of her body, to explore the roundness and juiciness that had suddenly become so apparent to him. The temptation was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but imagine how she would feel under his touch.

But Taemin quickly reminded himself of the importance of their friendship and the connection they had built. He knew that their relationship was more than just physical attraction. She was so much more than just a pretty face and a captivating backside. She was his confidante, his partner in crime, and someone he deeply cared about.

The room was filled with an undeniable tension as Taemin watched Christina play her game. The sight of her focused and determined face, coupled with the way she skillfully maneuvered the controller, ignited a fire within him. Taemin's body responded to the growing desire, causing him to feel an intense heat that he couldn't ignore. With the covers pulled over his growing crotch, he couldn't resist the urge to discreetly let his hand slip under the hem of his boxers. 

As Christina triumphantly finished a battle, her excitement radiated through the room. Oblivious to Taemin's hidden desires, she wiggled her behind happily, her movements enticing him further. Taemin's self-control began to waver as he reached out, his hand trembling, to touch Christina's leg. He pretended to softly encourage her in her virtual quest, all the while his true intentions were hidden beneath the facade.

With each stroke of his hand on her leg, Taemin felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body. His caresses became bolder and more daring as he ventured higher, exploring the smooth skin of Christina's thigh. The heat between them intensified, and Taemin couldn't help but search for her eyes, desperate for a sign of approval.

When Christina looked back over her shoulder, their eyes met, and the connection between them was palpable. Taemin could see the unmistakable arousal in her gaze, mirrored by the blush on her cheeks. Encouraged by her response, he dared to go further, his hand gently caressing Christina's voluptuous bottom. He traced the contours of her curves, reveling in the softness and allure that had captivated him.

Squeezing and massaging her bottom, Taemin relished in the intimate touch, feeling the tension between them grow with each passing moment. Christina lost in her own growing arousal, let her head drop forward onto the pillow, releasing a deep sigh of pleasure. Her movements became more instinctual, unconsciously lifting her butt to give Taemin more access.

Driven by his desire and encouraged by her response, Taemin's thumb found its way to the outline of Christina's pajama shorts, teasingly touching her clothed opening. He could feel the heat radiating from her growing arousal, as well as the dampness that had soaked into her shorts. Christina let out a low moan and a deep sigh, her body eagerly responding to his touch.

Amid their secret encounter, Christina clutched the pillow tightly and bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. She whispered Taemin's name, a plea mixed with desire and a hint of hesitation. "Taemin... please, we can't... Our parents... your mom, my dad," she breathed, reminding him of the facade they had to maintain for their families.

Taemin knew exactly what she meant. The charade they had been playing, pretending to get along on a surface level, couldn't hide the truth. They had fallen in love long ago before they even knew their parents would find love again. From the moment he saw her at the flower shop, they were destined to be together. Now, as their bond deepened, Taemin couldn't pretend anymore. The heat clouded his judgment, and he reassured her, "Shhh... They won't know."

At that moment, Christina's defenses crumbled, and she slumped forward, giving in to her desires. Taemin's thumb slid past the hem of her pajama bottoms, touching her outer lips which were already slick with anticipation. "Just say yes, Christina," Taemin whispered, his voice carrying both soothing reassurance and a promise of relief.

With a heavy sigh, Christina answered him, her voice filled with longing and surrender. "Yes." Taemin felt a wave of relief wash over him. Finally, he could unleash the pent-up passion he had been harboring for her. Their connection deepened as he pulled her closer, her knees hooked behind his shoulders, bringing her intimate center tantalizingly close to his eager lips.

The scent of her arousal filled his senses as he took in every detail. His hot breath felt cool against Christina's heated, wet, clothed entrance. With one hand still caressing her bottom, his other hand ventured into her shorts, teasing her outer lips as he searched for her throbbing and oh-so-willing clit. The fabric of her shorts grew damp with her desire, and Christina felt like she was on the verge of losing herself in the anticipation.

A whimper of relief escaped Christina's lips as Taemin's thumb finally entered her, eliciting waves of pleasure that surged through her body. Her back arched, and she gripped the sheets tightly, unable to contain the intense sensations that consumed her. Taemin's touch was both gentle and commanding, expertly exploring every inch of her innermost desires.

Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Christina surrendered herself completely. Her body quivered under Taemin's skilled ministrations, craving more with each movement. The intensity of their connection grew stronger as he skillfully manipulated her with his tongue, drawing out moans of pleasure that escaped her lips uncontrollably.

The heightened sensitivity of Christina's desires sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body, building up to an unbearable crescendo. Taemin reveled in the sight and sensation of making her feel incredible pleasure. As he positioned himself beneath her, his tongue pressed against her swollen clit, causing a jolted but muted moan to escape Christina's lips.

She bit down hard on the pillow, trying to muffle her sounds of pleasure, which only fueled Taemin's excitement further. With each gentle lick and flick of his tongue, he explored every inch of her most intimate area, savoring the taste and texture of her essence. The combination of her wetness, sensitivity, and the intoxicating sounds she made ignited a fire within Taemin.

His hands, firm yet gentle, spread her open, granting him unrestricted access to her most sacred place. With each teasing stroke of his tongue, he unraveled new depths of pleasure, bringing Christina closer to the edge of bliss. Her body trembled under his skilled ministrations, her hips instinctively moving in harmony with the rhythm he set.

In their passionate encounter, a fleeting thought crossed Taemin's mind. He couldn't help but wonder about Christina's level of experience, her intense reactions fueling his curiosity. Pausing for a moment, he whispered in a husky voice, his breath warm against her trembling entrance, "Christina, are you a virgin?"

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[cold-heart-warm-writings]

OHSC: Disney Prince Edition

The Host Club loves a good theme. Who doesn’t? Tamaki, the member most likely to get lost falling down a rabbit hole (after Haruhi) and researching random ass shit in until 3am, discovers the choke hold that Disney has on so many people. He gets it into his mind, and then somehow convinces the rest of the Host Club, to dress up as Disney Princes. 

“But haven’t we done that before?” The twins ask in unison.

“Yes, but not Disney princes. Many of our princesses want to be swept off their feet, and who better to do that than the princes they grew up loving?” Tamaki is overly enthusiastic (so, regular enthusiasm for him) about this idea.

The following day when the Host Club opened its doors to greet their guests, they were transformed as follows:

Tamaki: Prince Charming from Cinderella - Hikaru teased him about being the Prince Charming from Shrek, and Tamaki chided him that a true prince would never force someone to be with him and should break up a happy couple for his own self interest.

Kyoya: that one bitch from Frozen that pretended to love Anna so he could be on top, Hercules from … Hercules - Don’t we all crave our father’s love and attention, and Kyoya has certainly Gone the Distance to prove that he is worthy.

Mori: Li Shang from Mulan - he plays the slightly stoic, greatly awkward, fierce, and strong martial artist to a T. Disney later reached out to him about playing Li Shang in the live action adaptation. He ghosted them by not replying at all.

Honey: Peter Pan from… Peter pan - He’s really playing into his boy lolita role with this one. And given the stories about waking him up too early, he *might* kill a child if disturbed. He is pro letting Peter take care of population control on the island. (Look, OG Peter and manga Honey are different breeds than how they’re portrayed on TV, be careful, watch your back).

Kaoru: Milo Thatch from Atlantis - LOOK I knooow Kaoru ain’t broke, but just sit with it… and imagine the more matured and sensitive Kaoru from (spoiler) later on in the manga and it FITS! Yes he’ll always be the right butt cheek to Hikaru’s left, but HE’S SO SWEET AND GOOD, and this is my AU, so Kaoru is Milo. Plus Kaoru’s pretty smart. 

Hikaru: Flynn Rider from Tangled- smirky, sassy, whipped by the princess he finally falls for. Absolutely will steal your shit (Exhibit A: Haruhi’s pencil), and would try to flirt his way out of being tied to a chair.

Haruhi: Aladdin from… Aladdin - the SINGULAR time all the Host Club members agreed on something and said it in unison. Haruhi switched up her catch phrase of “these damn rich people”, to “these goddamn assholes”. Tamaki was aghast, and threatened to unwish her wishes to zap her back down to a street rat. Haruhi called his bluff, “bet”, but then apologized in a monotone when Tamaki got flustered and started crying.

AN: Yes, I know not all of these characters are actual Disney princes, but they are in the realm. There weren’t many solid options, because I do believe, or at least hope, that they wouldn’t kiss someone without their permission while they’re sleeping. IDC about the era the movies were made in - that shit isn’t okay, and these boys wouldn’t let it fly.

[hxhhasmysoul]

So things like shrinking his domain and inverting the barrier to combat Sukuna's open domain, tricking Sukuna to catch him off guard with red, countering burnout by destroying and rehealing his own brain, instantly figuring out how Sukuna was doing things like using max elephant for "piercing blood" - none of that shows smarts either? You hate the idea of Gojo winning, I get it, but you could be more self aware of your bias lol.

I didn't say Gojou showed no smarts, you're pushing the goal post. You came at me with tactics, now you come at me with smarts. This way you can "win" any argument by making people too exasperated to talk to you.

Gojou came to this fight unprepared. And yes after shit hits him he figures out how it works. Because he can reflect on things post factum, because nothing affects him.

Sukuna catches Gojou off guard an equal amount of times as Gojou catches Sukuna. The thing is that most of the fight it was Sukuna pulling something Gojou countering. It may be smart but it's not smart tactics because there's really little planning involved. Especially not when you have infinite resources and are invulnerable. It's pretty clear he came into it expecting to win almost instantly and and he's like oh dear, I need to actually do something more for once than expand my domain and wait for my opponent to die. So he starts to plan staff later in the fight because of how well Sukuna is prepared.

Both Sukuna and Gojou make mistakes and pull risky stunts. The difference is that rules apply to Sukuna and he bears the consequences of his arrogance. Gojou does not. They both are arrogant enough to get brain damage, Gojou by his own risky actions. For Sukuna it affects him. Gojou brushes it off.

Sukuna constantly balances output of the technique with how many things he's using at the same time, he needs to hide and cover himself, etc etc. It's clear the fight drains him. It's clear he prepared very consciously to this fight. He planned what techniques to use how and in what order.

Gojou just manages to instantly figure everything out, pull off everything he tries, and get everything back to regular output regardless of how long they are fighting, how much damage he takes, etc etc. He doesn't have to hide, avoid and so on because nothing affects him in any serious and lasting way.

If the rules don't apply to you it's not hard to counter things. It's not much of an achievement to figure things out on an infinite timeline. Gojou was created by Tengen to have two CT at the same time, two that support each other. And according to this fight, no matter what happens, Gojou can restore everything he expends and nothing permanent happens to him.

As I said, instead of taking mental damage from the prison realm, he learns valuable information about barriers from it... And this the cherry on top. Because it's not even about purely sorcerer and cursed energy stuff, he's mentally invulnerable...

Oh, and anything he does to Sukuna is yet to be revealed to actually have any side effects on Megumi. So far only Sukuna's actions seemed to have done damage to Megumi, Gojou's magically haven't. At least nothing indicates that. Three layers of plot armour.

Did you really not understand the Monopoly metaphor or can't you see past your bias.

Also I know my bias, Gojou fans like you, made me dislike him as a character in this story. Not because I think he's a bad character to have in a story per se. Because you people can't see past your masturbation object, be it because of his looks or his power, whatever gets you off. You don't see what detriment Gojou is to the Jujutsu society, to the people around him, to the story. You don't care that other characters have been sitting on their asses for chapters on end watching TV, not participating in Gojou's dick measuring contest. You don't see how disappointing it is to see Kenjaku plan something for 1000 years, try plans out, fail and learn from that. And it all matter nothing because Gojou is one walking deus ex machina. You don't seem to understand the disappointment that the over reliance on Gojou which lead to collapse of society, just gets undercut with a "just kidding" Gojou will fix it all... You don't care that this battle has no emotional stakes beyond two assholes' dick measuring contest. You need to understand that there are fans who care about the themes, the plot and most of all other characters than Gojou.

I don't hate Gojou's winning because I hate him as a person. I hate this fight, I hate that he's out of the box, I hate him winning because of how it affects the story and other characters.

I enjoy Sukuna because he's fun but he's a supremacist asshole who needs to die. It just that him getting killed by Gojou would mean fucking nothing. Him losing to a man who is unaffected by anything and whose actions have no detrimental effect on Sukuna's hostage is laughably pointless.

Gojou and Sukuna are a symptom of the same disease. Gojou is actually worse because the juju society is convinced that someone like him existing is good actually. That he's the guarantor of the status quo. And they are not wrong. The elders were killed, probably on Gojou's orders. For Gojou to instantly reinstate the status quo with Gakukanji as a lead. The typical liberal change to uphold the status quo.

I suspect Sukuna is going to pull something now. Maybe finally show his cursed technique. But this fight likely won't be less disappointing. Honestly if after all this, the show of Gojou's plot armours, Sukuna somehow wins or kills him, it will likely feel like such a fucking ass pull. Maybe Gege will manage to sell it but it's hard to be hopeful.

It seems that for you it's about power scaling. And the joy of your cock winning the who's the more arrogant dipshit fight. Am I right? If it is like that indeed, good for you. Your perfect asshole won.

But for me this fight would be a loss either way because of the characters sitting on their fucking asses watching TV and their wasted potential. It's a loss because Gojou who severely needed character depth will not get any... he's the lonely strongest who is a shit teacher and an irresponsible and arrogant man whose mistakes lead in part to the current predicament, but it's ok because him being the strongest solves everything. It's a loss because Sukuna doesn't deserve a dick measuring contest, he deserves for weaker people than him to band together, plan it out and kill him. Some of the strong kids and Kashimo to weaken him and Angel to fucking kill him as is her right. It's a loss because Yuuji needs to confront Kenjaku, he needs to save Megumi and so far nothing in either of those directions has happened.

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Favorite Fictional Ladies Alphabet C is for: Cordelia Chase

In the realm of TV shows aimed at teens, there are Queen (B)ees, and then there are Queen. Fricking. (B)ees. For me (someone who always enjoys a good loudmouthed bish with low levels of tact and absolutely ZERO respect for the meaning of the phrase shut up), the early seasons of Buffy were kind of difficult, because I frequently questioned who was my favorite B-word: Buffy or Cordelia. 

Yeah, Cordelia essentially serves as the reliable antagonist in Buffy’s day-to-day, non-slaying world, and yeah, she’s a pretty, popular, runs-the-school-and-everyone-in-it kind of girl rather than an outsider who instantly commands sympathy, but what of it? An antagonist is, after all, just someone who opposes/causes trouble for the protagonist, and as Cordy herself would point out, being the It™ girl in high school isn’t really all it’s made out to be. 

Besides, let’s be honest here: antagonists are not automatically evil simply because they’re arguing with the protagonist, and while Cordelia may be mean, self-centered, and almost unbelievably shallow at times, she is not stupid and she is rarely wrong. Every group of world-saving heroes needs someone with the backbone to say the rude-but-true thing everyone’s thinking, and Cordelia’s more than happy to be that person.

Why she’s my girl:

Despite her overt vanity, callous treatment of wallflowers like Willow, well-cemented status as human-thorn-in-Buffy’s-side, and inexplicable fondness for sweaters knotted around the neck (no, baby, no!) Cordelia commands my undying respect. Regardless of whatever insane situation she’s in, Cordelia is always and reliably Cordelia, aka Cordy, aka Queen C. Whether she’s addressing humans, vamps, or other monsters, she’s loud, opinionated, and ready with an arsenal of insults that sting all the more because there’s a lot of truth in them. 

But as cutting as she can be, she’s also (arguably) the least hypocritical of all Buffy’s non-evil characters, mostly because she’s just so straightforward about who she is: not the runner-up, but The Queen. Not a sheep, but a trendsetter. Not someone who tells lies to protect egos or fragile self-esteem. (Remember that time Buffy could hear everyone’s thoughts and only Cordy’s exactly matched the words that left her mouth?) 

Her relationship with Buffy and co. is more in the frenemy category than anything else, and she’s just as liable to ridicule/flat-out bully as she is to lend assistance, but she sticks with them (for the most part) despite everything. “Nice” isn’t a part of the deal, and though she’s very clear about that, she’s not the dumb, stone-cold, heartless flake everyone around her tends to think. Yes, her concerns are almost never what people think they ought to be, yes, she exasperates everyone with her skillfully brutal assessments of people and situations, and yes, she never misses the chance to criticize someone’s fashion or lack thereof. But she also gives people rides whenever they need them, staunchly defends those she decides to consider part of her circle, and refuses to accept less than what she knows she deserves. She is a fighter when it comes right down to it, but she’s also a very cool realist—if someone else is willing to do the fighting for her, why should she bother making the effort and ruining her manicure? If a formidable foe challenges just one person to a fight, why should she go along and risk her life? 

No, she’s not kind, yes, she makes comments so cutting they’re probably better described as cruel, but she’s also extremely strong, smart, and layered in a way that’s typically not seen in HBIC TV characters both before and since. And every once in a while, albeit essentially never on purpose, Cordy lets it slip that her bitchy, shallow, valley-girl exterior actually conceals a beating human heart—a pretty big one, at that—and it’s kind of beautiful.

(What—she can’t have layers?)

Favorite quotes: Way, way, WAY! too many to count, but some favorites are:

“It’s like when I go shopping, I have to have the most expensive thing. Not because it’s expensive, but because it costs more.”

“God! WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA?!?”

“People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like the time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike…it was the most traumatizing event of my life, and she’s trying to make it about her leg! Like my pain meant nothing.”

“You think I’m never lonely because I’m so cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. It’s not like any of them really know me. I don’t even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes, when I talk, everyone’s so busy agreeing with me they don’t hear a word I say.”

“We’re still all rooting for you on Saturday! I’d be there for you myself if I didn’t have a leg-wax.”

“I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie Antoinette. I can so relate to her. She worked really hard to look that good, and people just don’t appreciate that kind of effort.”

“‘I aspire to help my fellow man.’ Check. As long as he’s not smelly, dirty, or something gross.”

“You’re sheep. All you ever do is what everyone else does just so you can say you did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I’m way cooler that you ‘cause I’m not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And you know what? I’ll date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is.”

“Tact is just not saying true stuff. I’ll pass.”

[“What about that nutty ‘all men are created equal’ thing?”] “Propaganda spouted out by the ugly and less-deserving.”

"I know what you're up to. You think if you get me mad enough I won't be so scared. And hey, it's working! Where's a damn weapon?"

“I am the surgeon of mean.”

“Oh, God. Is the world ending? I have to research a paper on Bosnia for tomorrow, but if the world's ending, I'm not gonna bother.”

“In fact, I wish all men, except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind, disappear off the face of the earth. That would be so cool!”

[“You have no shame.”] “Oh, please. Like shame is something to be proud of?”

“I’m Cordelia Chase, dumbass.”

“I think it, I say it. It’s my way.”

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Best Android TV Boxes For Streaming in 2023

In the ever-evolving realm of home entertainment, Android TV boxes have emerged as versatile juggernauts of contemporary streaming. These devices have transcended their basic media conduit origins to become multi-functional hubs for immersive content experiences. Picture this: a single device seamlessly blending HD IPTV viewing, gaming thrills, and immersive entertainment. Welcome to the cutting edge of TV streaming, where Android TV boxes redefine how we engage with content.

The days of TV boxes confined to rudimentary functions are long gone. Modern Android TV boxes epitomize versatility. Once connected to your TV, they open portals to a multitude of streaming services, turning your screen into a smart entertainment hub. Services like Netflix and Disney Plus are at your fingertips.

So, you’ve decided to elevate your TV experience with an Android TV box, tapping into the power of the beloved Android operating system. However, navigating through a sea of options can be daunting. With countless Android TV boxes flaunting slight variations in specifications, how do you choose the perfect fit for your needs?

Worry not, as we have meticulously scrutinized the cream of the crop among Android TV boxes, ensuring that you embark on your streaming journey armed with the right information. Whether you’re a cinema buff, a gaming enthusiast, or someone with unique streaming preferences, we have categorized the best options for every taste. Our mission is to guide you not only to the best Android TV box but also to the ideal companion tailored perfectly to your entertainment aspirations.

1.NVIDIA Shield TV Pro

NVIDIA’s Shield TV has reigned as the undisputed king of Android TV boxes, and the Shield TV Pro takes this legacy to new heights. Despite its age, the Tegra X1+ processor delivers exceptional performance, driving AI-enhanced 4K upscaling that genuinely enhances HD picture clarity and color vibrancy on a 4K display. This powerhouse chip also adeptly handles real-time transcoding, allowing seamless streaming of various file formats from a NAS drive. With support for Dolby Vision HDR, Dolby Atmos, and DTS-X surround sound, it solidifies its reputation as an AV powerhouse.

Running on NVIDIA’s customized Google TV OS, you have access to the full array of software on the Google Play store. Plex comes pre-installed, and if you wish to expand beyond the usual suspects like Netflix and Amazon Prime, adding Kodi is a breeze. While the onboard 16GB storage might feel limiting, a simple USB 3.0 external drive upgrade resolves this concern.

Gaming is another forte of the Shield TV Pro. The Tegra X1+ not only handles a plethora of major titles from the Google Play store but also directly streams games from Nvidia’s GeForce Now service. This ingenious feature lets you access your PC games library on your TV, provided the service supports the titles. For those seeking a more streamlined setup, the new Shield TV “stick” might be appealing, as it mirrors the software and wields the same Tegra X1+ chip. Nevertheless, the Shield TV Pro embodies the quintessential Android TV experience.

Pros:

Reliable performance

Excellent remote

Wide variety of native 4K content

Supports Nvidia’s GeForce NOW cloud gaming

Cons:

AI upscaling can be overly aggressive

Controller not included

2.Magabox MG4

The Magabox-MG4 stands as the latest iteration in the Magabox series, pushing the boundaries of convenience and performance. Packed with 2GB of RAM and 32GB of storage, it transforms into a multimedia powerhouse. Its integrated voice command feature ushers in a superior streaming experience, redefining the market. Connect it to your TV and the internet, and witness your standard TV evolve into a smart wonder.

This exceptionally user-friendly Android TV box redefines its predecessor, the MG4, with a revamped design and interface. While its hardware remains steadfast, the revamped design and interface, coupled with superior streaming and DVR capabilities, make it an irresistible choice for streaming enthusiasts. Constant system updates ensure access to the latest features and security enhancements, cementing its place as a dynamic entertainment companion.

Remarkably, the Magabox MG4 remains budget-friendly, maintaining the same price point as the MG4. This commitment to affordability ensures that users can access its advanced streaming capabilities without breaking the bank, making it an even more compelling choice for budget-conscious consumers.

Pros:

User-friendly interface

Built-in apps with voice search support

Stable streaming, especially for sports gaming

Maintains the same price as the previous version

Cons:

Batteries not included in the package

3.Amazon Fire TV Stick (3rd generation)

The base-level Fire TV Stick offers respectable functionality but may leave some users craving more due to its modest 1GB of RAM, quad-core CPU, and limited 8GB of storage. In terms of both hardware and software, the third-generation Fire Stick closely mirrors its predecessor. The primary distinction lies in its slightly updated remote, featuring a Channel Guide button and four app shortcuts for convenient access to region-specific apps like Amazon Prime and Netflix. Impressively, it supports various HDR standards, including Dolby Atmos, HDR10, HDR10+, and HLG, making it a solid choice for modern HDR 4K televisions.

For ardent Kodi enthusiasts and those seeking an extra performance boost, investing an additional £10 in the Fire TV Stick 4K Max might be worthwhile. This upgraded version boasts a faster CPU, more RAM, and Wi-Fi 6 connectivity, along with robust 4K video support and compatibility with Dolby Vision HDR.

Pros:

Good hardware

Excellent HD antenna

Stunning 4K resolution

Cons:

Non-expandable storage space

4.MINIX NEO U9-H

The MINIX NEO U9-H 64-bit Media Hub for Android delivers swift video playback at an impressive 60fps, enhancing your viewing experience with seamless and razor-sharp 4K visuals. What’s more, it excels in picture quality, thanks to comprehensive HDR10 compatibility.

Leveraging HDR (High Dynamic Range) technology, this media hub broadens the color spectrum, rendering whites brighter and blacks deeper, thereby intensifying contrast for a lifelike and vibrant visual journey. All of these features come in an affordable package, priced under $50 / £50 / AUD$80, making it a budget-friendly choice for value-conscious users.

Pros:

Excellent streaming performance

Versatile

Micro SD slot

Cons:

Lacks a USB 3.0 port

5.Google Chromecast with Google TV (4K)

The Chromecast with Google TV 4K undoubtedly stands among the finest media streaming devices available, a viewpoint we firmly endorse. However, when compared to Android TV boxes, it gracefully concedes the top spot to the NVIDIA Shield TV, known for delivering superior performance across the board. Nevertheless, Google’s Chromecast with Google TV 4K offers an exceptional value proposition, priced at just $49.99.

It’s important to note that when we mention “Google TV,” we are referring to Google’s revamped user interface, while the Chromecast with Google TV continues to operate on the robust Android TV platform, providing access to a comprehensive array of streaming services. Furthermore, it comes complete with Google’s popular Chromecast remote right in the box.

Pros

Affordable price tag

Google TV interface with Google Assistant

dedicated compact remote

Cons

Limited storage

No AV1 codec support

In conclusion, the world of Android TV boxes has evolved to redefine how we experience home entertainment. From the powerhouse NVIDIA Shield TV Pro to the user-friendly Magabox MG4, and the budget-friendly Amazon Fire TV Stick to the vivid visual experiences offered by the MINIX NEO U9-H and the value-packed Google Chromecast with Google TV 4K, there’s a streaming companion tailored to every preference and budget. These devices not only grant access to an array of streaming services but also open doors to gaming thrills and immersive content. The future of streaming is here, and it’s a world of limitless possibilities, all at your fingertips. Whether you seek performance, affordability, or versatility, these Android TV boxes are your gateway to a dynamic and personalized entertainment journey.