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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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Always and forever…
… The Zanzibar Marketplace Job remains one of my favourite eps.
Also just…
What Eliot says: I’m the retrieval specialist.
What Eliot means: I am the second in command/lieutenant and defacto leader in Nate and Sophie’s absence and you are not part of this family so back the fuck down.
#Leverage#aside from being one of the hottest things on tv in this show#right up there w/ the David Jobs and that fight scene where Eliot grabs guns#like that shot of him turning towards the elevator and smirking#be STILL my fucking heart#but anyway#the EVERYTHING conveyed in that exchange#Eliot proudly cementing his spot as eldest child/lieutenant#the way he detects the trick and then seamlessly plans the rescue#and then they just go right back to the usual#literally Eliot's loyalty to Nate is the only reason he's not just beating Sterling up for the egg#or refusing to come at all#the instant things go wrong he's switching into lieutenant mode and getting things under control#he is literally Nate's left arm Eliot is just as instrumental as Sophie in keeping the team running#and I adore it so much#I'm love them#also just Nate's practically beaming at the end there#proud of all of his kids#also that exchange between Eliot and Tara at the beginning#where she's butting in and he IMMEDIATELY closes ranks#Eliot's a professional and Tara has proven she can be relied on in jobs but there's a LINE#Nate's drinking is a complicated thing and Eliot's not just discussing it w/ anyone even if Sophie sent them#which of course on the other side justifies Sophie's decision to send Tara to keep an eye out#bc while Eliot will chew Nate out for going on a wild bent he will also close ranks to protect him#he'll shut Tara out to protect Nate and then he'll follow him into hell and try to protect him from that#I need to go to bed so it's a bit hard to explain but like#Eliot's issue is that his instinct will be to protect Nate#his loyalty isn't just about the job or fighting it's on a personal level Eliot and Sophie conspire a lot to#corral Nate's issues but I do feel like Eliot just as often takes Nate's side#Eliot worries and cares about him and is part if the Nate recovery plan and he's Nate's other closest confidant
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mayipleasehavebread · 1 month
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I Can See You - Chapter 1
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Kendall Roy Masterlist
Pairing: Secret Office Romance!Kendall Roy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 10k
Chapter Summary: You and Kendall meet and have a one night stand, neither of you having any idea that you’re about to start working for him. 
Warnings: Age gap (reader in her 20s, Kendall is 39), swearing (a given when writing for Kendall), alcohol, smoking, light sexual harassment (creepy dude in a bar gets too close), smut (one night stand, protected piv), light fluff (18+ MDNI)
A/N: This series is not canon compliant. It’s set somewhere after the beginning of season 2 and includes plot elements from the original storyline, but it does not follow the exact series of events from the show (ex. in this universe, Kendall and Naomi have already met and dated, despite the events of this series being based around seasons 2-4 of Succession). No physical traits for reader are mentioned except that she has hair long enough for Kendall to tuck behind her ear. Light elements of grumpy/sunshine trope throughout the story. Hope you guys enjoy, chapter 2 coming soon!!!
Chapter Theme Song: Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth
*No use of Y/N
Living in New York is not how you imagined it would be.  
For almost four years, you had fantasised about what your life in a big city would look like. The only thing that kept you motivated (especially when you began to question why you were putting yourself through the misery of a business degree) was thinking about your future in Manhattan. Obviously it was where all the best job opportunities were, but you also wanted the adventure of living in the most cinematic city on earth. You imagined yourself with a big group of friends, a fashionable apartment, and weekends spent sipping lattes while window shopping in SoHo. Every movie and TV show set in New York seemed to promise a romantic lifestyle, and that’s exactly what you wanted for yourself. 
So far though, you were coming up short. You had moved into a tiny studio apartment a few days ago, and since then, a vast majority of your time had been spent searching for secondhand furniture to fill up the minuscule amount of space you had. Aside from a neighbour who had given you a dirty look when you accidentally bumped into them in the stairwell, you’d had pretty much zero social contact with any Manhattan locals. So, unable to wait until starting your new job on Monday to meet people, you decide to drag yourself to the dive bar down the street from your building.
It’s Friday night, and the bar is buzzing with patrons. As you shuffle through the crowd, your eyes scan the dingy booths, taking note of the bar’s demographic. Laughing loudly in the corner over pints of beer is a group of frat boys, their phones out on the table as they research which nightclub is going to have the hottest girls. In the booth next to them is a more mellow gathering, a trio of young people with an abundance of tattoos and piercings, all leaning toward the centre of the table as they discuss something in depth. Sitting alone in the booth next to them is a man who looks to be in his late 30s or early 40s. He’s dressed in business attire, but unlike a rowdy group of finance bros seated a few tables away, he doesn’t seem to be letting loose or having any fun. A glass full of some clear alcohol sits untouched on the table in front of him.
“How diverse,” you think to yourself, hoping that out of all the many different types of patrons, there is at least one person in here that you can connect with. 
You order a drink from the bar and then grab the last empty table at the very back of the space. The booth is pretty dark and hidden from view, but that doesn’t matter; you just need a spot where you can give yourself an internal pep talk and gain some liquid courage before you force yourself to approach someone, literally anyone, here. 
It seems that someone else had a similar idea though. You’ve just taken the first sip of your drink when a large stranger slides into the booth across from you. He’s blonde and broad shouldered with a wide grin on his face, and he quickly eyes you up and down.
“This spot taken?” he slurs, and you don’t respond. If his sloppy speech wasn’t a dead giveaway, the cloud of alcohol fumes surrounding him sure is - the guy is hammered. 
Your eyes begin to frantically search the room, wondering how you’re going to get out of this social interaction. 
“No need to look around baby,” he grins menacingly. “Everything you need is sittin’ right here.”
You feel your heart begin to race with anxiety. “No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you say, but you hear a stutter in your voice and you know that your lie is not convincing.
“I don’t see him anywhere,” the man laughs, and suddenly he’s rising from his seat. For a split second, you wonder if he’s going to leave to get another drink or go to the bathroom, giving you a chance to make an escape. 
Your heart sinks into your stomach when he takes a few uncoordinated steps over to your side of the booth and slides in beside you. 
“Must be my lucky day,” he continues. “It’s not often that you see a woman as sexy as yourself out all alone.” 
His last word hits you like a slap in the face. “Alone.” It was never a scary word to you before this moment - you enjoy your own company and aren’t afraid to do things independently - but you’re suddenly very aware that you really are alone with this creep. You might be surrounded by people, but none of them seem to notice the way that this total stranger is beginning to rub his hand up your thigh and lean into you.
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Kendall stares at the glass of vodka in front of him. He’s over 2 months sober but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to make it through tonight without breaking that streak. 
Since the… “incident” at his sister’s wedding a few months ago, his life has been in complete shambles. With his father holding that horrific secret over his head, Kendall has been forced to follow Logan’s strict instructions on everything he does and says. He’s nothing more than a puppet. A powerless, pathetic little puppet who will forever live in the shadow of his dictatorial father. Nothing brings him joy, nothing gives him any hope for the future, and nothing makes him feel like he has any control in his own life. The only thing that might make him forget all that for awhile is this glass of top shelf vodka sitting on the table in front of him.
Kendall wraps his hand around the thick tumbler and breathes in the alcoholic fumes. “Fuck it,” he thinks to himself. 
He’s about to lift the drink to his lips when something catches his eye. A large man sitting opposite a cute 20-something girl at a table in the corner has just risen from his seat and is walking over to her side of the booth. He stumbles over his feet as he slides into the spot next to her. Kendall catches a glimpse of the girl’s expression before the wide shoulders of the man block her from view, and she looks terrified. 
Kendall slowly sets his glass down and continues to watch the scene. He can barely see the girl behind the man’s hulking shape, but he can see the man’s hands reach toward her as he leans in closely, much closer than he would need to if the girl wasn’t leaning away from him. 
Without thinking, Kendall abandons his plans to break sobriety and quickly rises from his table. He strides across the room to the booth and, when he reaches the pair, says the first thing that comes to mind. 
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“You ready to go sweetheart?”
A deep voice cuts through the loud buzz of the bar, causing the hands of your harasser to fly off you as he turns to see where the sound came from. You look up as well, and your eyes meet deep brown ones. The solo business man you noticed upon your arrival is standing at the edge of your booth, his face showing obvious concern for your well-being. He’s offering you an escape.
“Yes,” you breathe, relief flooding through you as you give him a smile of gratitude. 
The drunk creep next to you awkwardly shuffles out of the booth, mumbling a half-hearted “sorry man” as he stumbles away, but your saviour doesn’t acknowledge him. His eyes are locked on you as he reaches out a hand to help you up, holding it gently before he guides you through the crowd, to the bar’s exit, and out onto the street. 
Cool autumn air hits your face when you’re outside, and you feel like you can finally take a deep breath. The kind stranger turns to make sure that you weren’t followed out by your harasser before he drops your hand, and you immediately throw your arms around his neck. 
“Oh my god, thank you so much,” you exclaim as you hug him. He seems taken aback by the gesture at first before he gives you a gentle squeeze in return. 
“Seriously, you have no idea how much I appreciate you stepping in,” you say, pulling away. You look up into your saviour’s face and are met by that deep brown gaze again. He has somewhat dark circles under his eyes, a clear indicator that he works in the Manhattan corporate world, but you also notice the way his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles at you. Despite your guess that he’s at least 10 years your senior, this little detail is so endearing. It gives him a youthful, charming look, and you find yourself genuinely smiling back before you extend your hand to him and introduce yourself.
“Kendall,” he responds as he takes your hand, his eyes still crinkled from his smile. “So, uh, tell me,” he asks in his baritone voice, “which fuckin’ TikTok influencer told you it was a good idea to go to the sketchiest bar in Manhattan by yourself?” He gives you a good natured grin as you laugh.
“Hmm, yeah, unfortunately that genius idea was all my own,” you admit. “I just moved to town, I thought it might be a good place to make some friends but I don’t seem to have attracted the right kind of people.” You suddenly realise what you’ve said and scramble to correct yourself. “Not including you of course! You seem like a great guy.” 
Kendall smirks in response, clearly entertained by your fear that you’ve offended him. “Really? ‘Cause uh, I’m actually a huge asshole,” he jokes.
You laugh again and feel the tension and anxiety from earlier completely leave your body. Standing out here on the sidewalk with Kendall is the most at ease you’ve been since moving to the city.
“Well you had me fooled,” you smile. 
Kendall smiles back and holds your gaze for a moment before he raises his arm from his side to quickly check his watch. It snaps you back to reality and you realise that while you may not have anywhere else to be, that might not be the same for Kendall.
“Oh sorry, I should let you get on with your night. But really, thank you so much for your help Kendall. I seriously owe you one.” 
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Kendall’s heart sinks slightly when you say this. His subtle attempt to impress you with his extraordinary wealth did not go as planned. Instead of noticing the absurdly expensive Rolex watch on his wrist, you incorrectly took it as a sign that he was done with you. No, he’s not even close to being done with you. He only has two options on how he will spend tonight - either he distracts himself from his miserable life by getting to know the pretty girl standing in front of him, or he walks back into that bar and finishes the first of what will become many glasses of straight vodka, likely followed by a mass amount of cocaine. Without question, he knows which option he should pursue.
“Well at least let me get a cab to take you home. Or, uh, if you want, we could get a drink at a much better spot down the street...” He eyes you intently, trying not to pressure you into joining him, but desperately hoping that you want to continue the night.
To Kendall’s relief, you smile and don’t hesitate in answering “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” He gives you another genuine smile that reaches his eyes and leads the way.
“So, uh, where’d you move from?” he asks as you walk side by side. You give him a quick summary of your hometown and where you got your degree, and he watches you as you answer, noticing the way that you keep your eyes forward but take quick glances up at him through your eyelashes. He smiles a little bit every time your gentle gaze meets his. 
“What about you?” you ask in return. “How’d you make your way here?”
Your question, as simple and sincere as it is, sends Kendall’s mind into high gear because it confirms something for him - that you have no idea who he actually is. Whether you know anything about Waystar or the Roy family, he isn’t sure, but you clearly aren’t aware that you’re walking beside one of the most influential men in New York City. Kendall’s heart beats a little faster as he realises that he doesn’t need to play the role of Logan Roy’s puppet tonight, and that, for the first time maybe ever, he can get to know a woman without wondering whether she’s only interested in his money or status. Tonight, he’s not a Roy. 
“Actually New York born and raised,” he responds, and does his best not to react when he sees your head turn toward him in surprise. “So a business degree huh?” he quickly asks before you get the opportunity to probe into his immensely privileged upbringing. “Coming to join the rat race?” 
“Unfortunately,” you sigh. “I start my first big girl job in the corporate world on Monday,” you say before turning to him with a somewhat cheeky smile. “Which I’m assuming is also your stomping ground?” 
“Uh yeah, pretty much,” he says, giving you a half-hearted smile. “Although I wouldn’t necessarily describe it as a stomping ground, more like a uh… fuckin’ battlefield.” He laughs lightly before suddenly eyeing you up, his smile growing a little wider. “You, uh, you definitely don’t strike me as the corporate type though.”
The two of you reach the bar and Kendall holds the door open for you, allowing you to step inside first. You raise an eyebrow slightly as you pass by him and enter a much quieter and much swankier bar than the one the two of you just left. He leads you to a table in the corner and a server promptly comes over to take your drink orders. After you order your regular, Kendall orders a bitters and soda and desperately hopes that you don’t question his choice to not order an alcoholic drink. To his relief, you don’t. You have a different question in mind.
“Sorry, I wanna get back to what you said before” you say, leaning forward on the table. “About me not being the corporate type. You don’t think I’m capable of being a ruthless shark?” You prop your elbows up on the wooden surface and rest your chin in your hands, narrowing your eyes in challenge as you await his answer.
Kendall smiles again, happy with the new direction his night has taken. The glass of vodka he left sitting on the table at the last bar is the furthest thing from his mind right now. 
“I mean, you tell me,” he challenges in return. “You just don’t seem like the cutthroat type. But uh, who knows,” he says as he leans slightly forward. “Maybe you’ve got some cruelty under your, uh, sweet exterior.” 
Kendall gives you an expectant look and is pleased to see you avert your eyes from his gaze for a moment and smile sheepishly. You’re clearly trying to hold your own against him but just can’t stop your shy side from coming through. The fact that he can so easily break down the cheeky-front you’re trying to put up makes him feel in control of something for the first time in awhile. 
“I mean, are you the competitive type?” he presses. “Or do you tend to play nice with others?” 
You look down and your timid smile grows, confirming his theory. “Yeah you got me,” you laugh lightly. “I’m definitely a play-nice, let’s-all-get-along, rainbows and butterflies kind of girl.” You laugh again, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t know, maybe you’ll have to take me under your wing and give me some lessons in being an asshole.” 
Kendall chuckles, trying to remain casual, but your phrasing has his mind immediately wandering to thoughts of you under him. It’s been so long since he’s felt this excited about flirting with a woman. When he’s ‘Kendall: son of Logan Roy,' there’s no chase. 99% of the time, his money and name will get him any girl he wants. But as ‘Kendall: the random stranger from the bar,’ there’s a chance he might actually strike out and go home alone tonight. The anticipation of whether or not that happens is exciting as hell. 
Your server drops off your drinks just as Kendall feels his face warming. 
“I don’t know, I think my asshole ways are probably a bit too extreme for you,” he says coolly as he wraps his hand around the thick glass. 
“Oh c’mon, I can be a bitch!” you exclaim, but you say it in such a peppy way that Kendall can’t help from breaking into a huge smile. 
“Oh yeah, you’re very convincing,” he grins as he takes a sip of his drink. 
You grin back. “Seriously though, you seem to be able to balance your nice and asshole sides pretty well. I don’t want to be destroyed on Monday, how’d you learn to hold your own?” 
Kendall swirls his glass in his hand. “Well I, uh, I was raised by a father who rules with an iron fist, so it’s kind of ingrained in me to be ruthless...” 
He regrets his words the minute they’ve left his mouth. This is supposed to be a fun night with a cute girl, it’s supposed to be a moment of freedom from his father, but here he is, immediately bringing him up when given the chance. 
You raise an eyebrow slightly. “No offence, but I really doubt it’s from your daddy issues Kendall. If it was, I’m pretty sure a majority of the population would be ruthless.” 
Kendall gives a low chuckle and instantly feels the tension that had begun to build in his shoulders dissipate. He’s grateful (but also impressed) that you so easily sidestepped his impulsive answer. 
“Ok, well, where do you think my cutthroat tendencies come from?” he challenges. 
You cock your head to the side and squint your eyes, inspecting him before you nod to yourself. “I have a theory,” you say, but you don’t give up your answer immediately. You take a sip from your glass, and Kendall watches, amused, as you try to build tension before you reveal your thoughts. 
“Alter-ego,” you finally say. “Like Sasha Fierce. An asshole that comes to life when you walk into the office. But I feel like your alter-ego is named Emperor K or Big Ken Doll or something.” 
Kendall smirks at your theory, knowing it’s wrong and that ruthlessness is a core part of who he is, but he’s entertained nonetheless. “Oh yeah? And where’d you get those names from?” 
You take another sip of your drink. “You strike me as someone who’d be into cheesy 90’s hip-hop and would pick that kind of name for yourself.” 
Kendall laughs this time. “Damn, you’re uh, you’re not far off. Are you telling me you don’t like 90’s hip-hop?” 
“God no,” you scoff. “I came of age when trap was the big thing. I can’t take that cringey 90s stuff seriously, I’m far too gangster for that.” You flash a cheeky smile at him. 
Thus begins the next few hours of your night. You and Kendall begin discussing music, which evolves into films, then books, and then a myriad of other topics. The conversation flows naturally, and Kendall finds himself feeling what he thinks must be happiness for the first time in ages. He can’t be sure, it’s been so long since he’s felt anything close to that word, but talking to you feels easy and right. The only stress he’s currently feeling is from his fear that he’ll slip up and reveal to you that he’s a Roy. While he does openly share his thoughts and experiences, he has to keep his stories vague enough to ensure that he doesn’t out himself as the heir to a media empire. 
Eventually you move onto the topic of university and are telling him about the time you slept through one of your final exams but somehow convinced the professor to still let you take it. Kendall laughs as you end your story by saying that you failed the exam anyway. 
“Still impressive. If you can talk your way out of that shit, you’ll be fine on Monday. Corporate speak is mostly just being persuasive as fuck.” 
You lean back in your chair and give him a defeated look. “Yeah I can be persuasive when I really want something, but not when the other person wants something else more. I back down so fast when someone else makes it’s clear that they’re not gonna budge.”
Kendall frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I uh, I won’t lie to you… you’re gonna have a shitty time if you can’t stand your ground. Anyone who senses any weakness in you will fuck you over in a heartbeat.” 
“Yeah I know, and it terrifies me.” You look away from the table and sigh, crossing your arms. “I wanna do well but I’m just not good at playing mind games. And I’m such a people pleaser that I’m willing to make myself miserable to make life easier for someone else.” 
Your eyes are still staring off to your left, but Kendall’s are on you. He notices the little crease that’s developed between your eyebrows as you likely think about what Monday holds for you. At Waystar, he feels no pity for those who can’t keep up with the requirements of the job. But in this moment, with you… he sees a girl who really wants to succeed in her chosen field, but has too good of a heart to act viciously when necessary. 
“Who knows… maybe you’ll surprise yourself. I don’t know, you could, uh, be capable of more than you think,” Kendall offers, not exactly sure if he’s being comforting but wanting to try. He pauses for a second, debating if he should add the next part. “It’s, uh… refreshing, to meet someone as real as you. Someone who isn’t afraid to say exactly how they feel.” 
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You turn to face forward, your eyes meeting Kendall’s again. He seems unsure of what he just said, his face watching yours for your reaction. You smile softly. 
“You must not meet a lot of very real people if me saying I’m a people pleaser is refreshing.” 
Kendall gives a small chuckle as he looks down at his drink, swirling it in his hand. “Uh yeah, I don’t. Doubt there are very many real people in the crowds I run with.” 
“Or maybe you’re too intimidating and people don’t feel comfortable opening up to you,” you say as you lift your glass to your lips. You know it’s a ballsy comment to make, but you’re about 3 drinks deep at this point and your politeness filter is beginning to fade.
Kendall looks at you, eyebrows slightly raised and the hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “…Are you intimidated by me?” 
“… Yes.” 
The smile on Kendall’s face grows a little bigger. “Hmm, okay. Tell me why.” He takes a drink from his glass but keeps his gaze on locked on you. You see something flash behind his eyes - Interest? Power? Attraction? You’re not sure, but it’s clear that you have his undivided attention. 
You look at Kendall and think, trying to verbalise what it is about him that’s so intimidating to you. “I think it’s a mix of things… I mean, hearing how aggressive you’re willing to be in your career kind of solidified you as someone I should maybe be a little scared of, but it’s also the way you carry yourself. It feels like you belong in any room you walk into. And how deep your voice is.” You can feel your face flush slightly as you say this last part and hope it’s not noticeable. 
If it is, Kendall doesn’t say anything. He waits for you to continue. “I think it’s something about your eyes too… they’re intense… and wise,” you say thoughtfully, slightly cocking your head to the side as you let yourself get dragged into the gravity of his deep brown gaze. You suddenly realise how intently you’ve been staring at him and quickly look away. “And I swear that’s not me calling you old,” you joke, breaking the tension of the moment.
Kendall gives a light laugh and leans back in his chair. “So uh, basically what you’re saying is I’m a hot older guy with loads of charisma.” He gives you a mischievous grin. 
You take a sip of your drink as you smile and roll your eyes. “I mean, I definitely didn’t say that, but I won’t disagree.” 
Kendall leans forward again, resting his forearms on the surface of the table. Over the last few hours, his professional attire has slowly become more casual. His blazer hangs over the back of his chair, his tie is slightly loosened, and the sleeves of his dress shirt have been rolled up. You watch as he flexes his hands, protruding veins weaving across the surface of his skin. 
“If we’re being honest with each other,” he says, eyes somewhat glazed over and settled on a spot in the middle of the table, “I don’t usually hang out with women like you.” He looks up at you. “But I’m uh, I’m kind of digging it.” 
You lift your drink to your lips again and give him a somewhat skeptical look. Pausing before setting your glass down on the table, you lean in as well. “Okay. I’ll bite. What’s so different about me from the girls you usually hang with?” 
“Well, you’re not afraid to be yourself or say what you’re thinking. There’s a uh… an innocence and… positivity to you that I don’t come across often.” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t want to be a dick, but most of the women I meet are pretty vain and materialistic. And you can tell that they want you think they’re sophisticated.” He sits a little taller. “I’m not saying that’s bad, just… you’re a breath of fresh air.” 
You watch Kendall as he speaks, the smile on your face growing a little wider with every cliché he uses until you can no longer hold it in. The “you’re different” move is typical, but this? You let out a laugh and hide your face in your hands. 
“You realise you just called me unsophisticated? To my face?” You laugh again and lean back in your chair. “Damn Kendall, you really know how to flatter a girl.” 
Kendall bows his head and lets out a low chuckle. “Uh, yeah, okay, I guess I deserve that… I’m just being fuckin’ honest though, you’re uh, you’re new for me… in a good way.” 
You smile and lean forward again. “I’m just fucking with you Kendall, it’s fine.” You make the sudden decision to place your hands on top of his, halting the way he had started to fiddle with them. It’s the first time you’ve touched each other since he pretended to be your boyfriend and led you out of the other bar hours earlier. It feels like a lifetime ago. 
Kendall looks from his hands up to you. His expression is impossible to read, but it’s clear a moment later what he might’ve been thinking. He gently removes his right hand from under yours and reaches up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath catches in your throat as his touch lingers there for a moment, convinced he’s about to kiss you, and utterly disappointed when he pulls away. Your disappointment doesn’t last long though.
“Hey, did you uh, maybe want to find somewhere else to continue our conversation? Looks like they’re closing up here.” Kendall glances around, prompting you to do the same. Somehow you’re only just now noticing that the two of you are the last customers in the bar. The only people left are the bartender and your server, both of whom seem to be distracting themselves with menial tasks and small talk as they wait for you and Kendall to leave. 
“Umm…” you pull your phone out of your bag and check the time. 2:48am. Jesus Christ, you had no idea it was that late. You should probably just say goodnight and go home, but you can’t bring yourself to. Not after you look up and lock eyes with Kendall. His face isn’t conveying any strong emotion, but his eyes… maybe you’re imagining it or just seeing what you want to see, but it’s almost like they’re pleading with you, begging you to say yes and stay with him, and fucking hell, you actually want to. After days of being alone in an unfamiliar city, connecting with Kendall tonight has felt so good. You’re not ready to give up that feeling yet, so you make a stupidly impulsive decision that you’re sure you’ll regret in the morning, but feels right in this moment.
“Could you walk me home?” you ask innocently. 
Kendall takes a second to absorb what you’ve asked of him before answering “Uh, yeah, of course,” though he seems slightly confused as to what this request actually means. 
He stands up and walks over to your side of the table, offering you his hand to help you out of your chair. You smile and accept the gesture, expecting him to drop your hand once you’ve stood up, but he doesn’t. He grasps it firmly and leads you out of the bar, only slowing down for a moment to mumble something to the bartender about charging the bill to his account. The bartender nods in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to the glass he’s polishing. 
Kendall drops your hand to hold the door open for you, but quickly reaches for it again once you’re out on the street. 
“So where do you live?” he asks lightly as he looks over at you, but he breaks into a smile as your eyes meet. You’re looking up at him and making no attempt to hide the confusion you’re feeling from appearing on your face. 
“What?” he asks with a chuckle.
You give a slight shake of your head as you begin to lead him in the direction of your apartment. 
“You,” you answer. “I meet you at the shittiest bar in the city, but you have an account with a bar that’s ten times nicer right down the street?” You scoff slightly, keeping your eyes forward but feeling his on you. “You are an enigma Kendall.” 
He laughs softly. “I, uh, I promise it’s not that complicated. It’s just good to have a nice place to bring someone you want to impress.” You feel a gentle squeeze of your hand and your stomach fills with butterflies. “But sometimes it’s uh… sometimes I don’t wanna be in that world, you know? It’s nice to disappear into a crowd.” 
“I don’t mean to burst your bubble,” you say, glancing over at him, “but you were one of the first people I noticed when I walked in that bar.” 
Kendall’s eyes quickly flash in your direction. “Oh really?” You feel his arm tense up beside you. “And uh… what did you notice?” 
“I was mostly just wondering what the old guy was doing in there.” You grin over at him and he scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. “No, just kidding. I guess I mostly noticed that you seemed… stressed. I don’t know, that your vibe was just on a different wavelength than everyone else in there.” 
Kendall sighs before answering. “Well… yeah, I uh, I wasn’t having the best night earlier.” You see him glance over at you in your peripheral vision. “It’s a little better now though.”
You turn to look at him, mock offence on your face. “Just a little bit?!” 
“No, you’re right, much better,” he says, and he flashes you his crinkly eyed smile again. 
The walk to your place is short. Kendall points out a bar he and some friends tried their first fake ID’s at when they were in 9th grade, but seems reluctant to give specific details when you ask more about what it was like growing up in Manhattan. Before you know it, you’ve reached your street and are slowing to a stop in front of your building.
“This is me,” you say as you turn to Kendall.
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Kendall looks at you smiling sweetly up at him, and his heart both swells and sinks at the same time. He’s not ready for tonight to be over. What began as a mere distraction from his shitty life has turned into… something he wasn’t expecting. It’s rare that sober-Kendall socialises without thinking “this would be more fun with coke,” but that thought didn’t occur to him even once tonight. 
“I, uh…” He tries to think of something to say, something that might keep him here with you for a few moments longer, but nothing comes to mind. His eyes flicker between yours and he feels his composure slipping. Then, in an instant, he loses himself. Giving in to his impulses for the first time all night, his right hand finds your cheek, his left your waist, and he leans in, gently brushing his lips against yours. 
The kiss is over before it’s even begun. Kendall pulls back almost immediately because for a split second, he felt like he had broken sobriety. Letting his urges take control and kissing you felt eerily similar to the feeling he gets when he does a line for the first time after months of being in recovery. Something that feels this good is usually not good for him, and he’s learned to associate that kind of pleasure with guilt. 
Kendall looks down at you, his mind spiralling as you stare back at him, your lips slightly parted. For a split second, he wonders if he misread the moment and fucked everything up, but you put those fears to ease when you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in.
Your kiss is not hesitant or soft like Kendall’s was. Your lips move purposefully against his, almost urgently, and he feels your arms tighten slightly around his neck as he reciprocates your enthusiasm.  Almost immediately, he loses himself in the moment. He lets his hunger for you take over and begins to feel his hands move of their own volition. His right hand, which had been placed gently on the side of your face, migrates to the nape of your neck where it begins to tangle itself in your hair, and he can’t stop his left hand from exploring the rest of you. It had previously been resting lightly on your waist, but he feels it begin to run up and down your back, desperate to feel the skin beneath your light jacket. This isn’t good enough, there’s still too much space between the two of you, but he’ll take whatever he can get in this moment. His grip on your neck tightens slightly, and his palm presses firmly against you to push you further into his body. 
You react exactly how Kendall hoped you would. He feels you lean into him, and your arms loosen around his neck so that your hands can run through the short hair at the back of his head. Excitement begins to stir deep in his stomach, and he’s suddenly very aware that the two of you are standing out on the street, unable to get any closer. It’s probably a good thing that a moment later, you begin to gently pull away. 
Both of you are breathless as you break apart, neither of you removing your hands from the other. You drop your head sheepishly and Kendall looks down at you, waiting for your eyes to meet his. His heart races in anticipation as he awaits your reaction to what just happened. Fuck, he really wants to keep kissing you.
Finally, you look up at him again and he holds his breath, waiting for you to say something. The next thing he knows, he’s watching the most beautiful smile spread across your your face as you roll your eyes. He feels your arms retreat from around his neck, and your hand entwines itself with his. You utter a soft “c’mon” as you lead him into your building. 
Kendall feels a jolt of electricity run through his body. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s happening. There was no need for name dropping, wining-and-dining, or surface level small talk. No sleazy clubs or hardcore drugs or excessive amounts of alcohol. He likes you, you like him, the end. 
He’s vaguely aware that you’re leading him up your building’s stairwell, down a tired looking hallway, and to a white door adorned with the number 201, but he’s mostly focused on the buzzing anticipation building in his chest. You drop his hand to pull your keys out of your bag and unlock the door, pushing it open and dragging him inside with you.
Your urgency to get him inside tells him that he doesn’t need to waste time with awkward pleasantries or forced compliments about your apartment. You quickly shut the door behind him and not a moment later, he’s got your back pressed up against it. The two of you pick up exactly where you left off on the street. 
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Your hands find their way to the back of Kendall’s head again, fingers running through his short hair as he rushes to press his mouth to yours. The Kendall who initiated the soft brushing of lips outside is long gone and has been replaced by a starved man who can only be satiated by you.
You feel the solid wall of your apartment door press into your back as Kendall leans further into you, mouth practically devouring yours as his hands grip your waist, your hips, your ass. One of his hands travels further down the back of your thigh so that he can hike it up and place it around his hip. You gasp at the new position, feeling the hardness of Kendall’s groin push into your core.  
Kendall groans into your open mouth as he begins to rut his hips against you. The bulge protruding from his pants hits the sweet spot between your legs and the excitement that’s been building deep in your stomach multiplies. You hear a moan escape from your lips, and it sends Kendall into a frenzy. 
“Fuckkk,” he growls, his voice somehow sounding even deeper than before. His hands travel up to your face and he kisses you harder. Anywhere his body can be pressed into you, it is. His enthusiasm is intoxicating, but he seems intent on taking his time with you here at second base. He’s made no attempt to take anything further, not even a hand sneaking up under your shirt. You, on the other hand, are impatient for more. Your inner thighs are growing increasingly wet and you’re growing increasingly frustrated. Why the fuck do you both still have clothes on? You usually like to take your time with foreplay, but the urge you have for Kendall right now is building too quickly and you want nothing more than to feel his hands on your bare skin.
You remove your hands from Kendall’s hair and lower them to his waistband where you begin to pull up the dress shirt tucked into his pants. Grazing over the rock hard erection pushing against the cloth of his trousers, you feel his length twitch against your fumbling hands. His breath hitches in his throat, only for a moment, before his lips are suddenly on your neck, leaving kisses and licks and bites up and down the side.
“God you’re so fucking hot,” he breathes against your skin as you frantically work to undo the small buttons until his shirt falls open. Your hands rush to push the fabric off his shoulders and finally feel his warm skin on yours, exploring the toned muscles of his upper arms and back as you do. His mouth latches onto yours while he pulls his arms out of the sleeves and throws the shirt behind him, hands quickly racing to the bottom hem of your own top as soon as they’re free. He helps you pull it over your head until it drops to the floor beside you, and you feel his hands run up and down your back, his touch exploring every inch of your skin that he can access.
The ache building between your thighs is becoming unbearable at this point. The inside of your underwear is a mess of slick, and Kendall’s hardened groin pressed against you isn’t enough anymore. Your hands retreat from his back and fall to your own waist, where you hook your fingers into your waistband and pull your pants off your hips, stepping out of them quickly. Kendall has no time to react before you grab one of his hands and guide it to your core, placing it outside your underwear where he can feel how wet you are. 
A deep groan sounds through your apartment the moment Kendall feels the damp fabric clinging to your centre. “Fucking hell,” he husks as he begins to rub, and you echo him with a moan. Relief rushes through your body as two of his finger circle your clit, but now you’re feeling your entrance begin to clench around nothing and you ache for Kendall to satisfy that need too. Your hands fly to to his belt buckle. 
“I want you so fucking bad,” you breathe as you attempt to unbuckle it, but your hands are shaky from anticipation and you can’t get it undone quickly enough. Kendall suddenly grabs your wrist, halting your fumbling fingers. “Bed,” is all he says before he’s kissing you again, leading you backwards toward your mess of blankets and pillows in the corner while he expertly undoes his belt with one hand, the other hand tangling itself in the hair at the back of your head. 
His belt is undone by the time you reach the bed, as well as his pant’s button and zipper, and soon he’s pushing his trousers down his hips and kicking them off. Seeing Kendall like this, his erection fighting against the thin cotton of his boxers to spring free, increases your sense of urgency. You’re done with foreplay; you’re not even fully naked yet, but you have the hazy vision and tight knot in your lower stomach that always precedes your climaxes. You need him - now. 
You remove your bra and underwear in a frenzy and pull Kendall onto the bed with you, plush duvet and collection of pillows cradling your naked body as he rests his weight on top of you. “You’re so gorgeous,” he groans into your neck, his hands running over your breasts, waist, hips, and down to your core. He slides one finger between your folds and feels the pool of arousal that’s developed there. “Holy fuck,” he moans deeply, his hand rushing to palm his groin over his underwear while the other continues to spread your slick around your crease. “Fucking please let me feel you,” he husks, inserting one finger into your slit and eliciting a loud moan from you. 
“Oh my god, yes,” you breathe as he continues to pump his finger in and out. It feels incredible to finally have something for your inner walls to clench around, but you’re ready for the main event. You reach down and grab his wrist, feeling his finger slip out of you as you bring it up to your lips and place it on your tongue before closing your mouth and sucking your arousal off him. Kendall emits a primitive sound, something between a moan and growl, as he feels your tongue swirl around his finger, his eyes fixated on your mouth. 
“God I have to fuck you right fucking now,” he groans, pulling his finger from between your lips and racing to place his mouth on your neck. His hand falls back to your core and he rubs your clit, causing you to whimper as you reach over to your bedside table and pull a condom out of the drawer. Kendall takes it from you, rips the wrapper open with his teeth, and rushes to roll it onto himself. He’s frantic to line himself up at your entrance, but takes his time as he pushes in. You moan in unison as he buries himself fully inside you, the feeling of you stretched around him bringing the sweetest relief to the aching arousal you were experiencing before. He pulls out halfway and then fills you again, slowly building up a rhythm until he’s furiously thrusting into you. 
“Fuck you feel incredible,” he says, his breathing becoming more ragged and heavy. His gaze is locked on where he’s entering you, watching his cock disappear into your hole and then feeling your inner walls squeezing him tightly. “I don’t know how long I can last.” He looks into your eyes, his pupils blown out with lust and you’re sure that he’s seeing the same thing in yours.
You moan again at his words, eyebrows creased and lips parted, and you feel the elastic in your core begin to tighten with his steady rhythm. This has never happened so quickly before. You’ve never approached a climax with any previous partner this fast, but you’re already so close to your release that it feels like he’s been edging you since your kiss on the street. “Please keep going,” you plead. “Please, I’m gonna cum.”
You can feel yourself getting tighter around him, and you know Kendall can feel it too because he emits a husky groan as you begin to approach your peak. His rhythm is becoming more erratic as he gets close to his own climax, his hips thrusting at an uneven pace and heavy breathing interrupted by deep groans. His hand reaches down to your clit, where he begins to rub quick circles. The elastic snaps immediately. 
Heat rushes through your body as you moan out an “oh my god” and grip Kendall’s toned back, holding yourself close to him. You feel an internal pulsating and rush of wet in your core, your mind spinning as Kendall continues to fuck you through your orgasm. This doesn’t last long though, as the sensation of your climax around him sends him over the edge too. 
He pushes himself deep inside you and his entire body tenses up as he lets out a long, drawn out moan, holding you tightly against him. The pleasure of your own orgasm washes over you as you feel his heart beating frantically in his chest and his erection twitching against your inner walls. The only sound in the room is both of you breathing heavily. Soon though, he’s relaxing his bodyweight on top of you, and you’re wrapping your arms around him as he catches his breath. 
One of your hands reaches up to run your fingers through his hair and he sighs contentedly, his head dropping beside yours and resting on your shoulder. “Fuck,” he mumbles into your skin. “That was… fuck,” is all he can manage to say, and you aren’t capable of too many words either. The most you can think to add is a light laugh and a “yeah… fuck,” as your fingers continue to run through his short hair. He sighs again, his breathing beginning to slow and his erection beginning to soften, and you enjoy what you assume will be the last bit of physical touch you’ll experience tonight. No one ever sleeps over after the first hook-up.
Eventually he turns his head to kiss your cheek and then lifts himself off your body. Groaning, he slides out from inside you and you feel the remnants of your arousal seep out as well. Kendall pulls the condom off and throws it into the garbage bin near the foot of your bed before collapsing next to you. You’re surprised when he immediately pulls you into his arms, but you settle in right away, overjoyed that he's keen to cuddle too. 
“God you’re incredible,” he breathes as he buries his face into your neck, leaving a soft kiss where your jawline begins. 
“I feel the same way about you Kendall,” you murmur, nuzzling into his chest, and you feel his arms wrap around you a little tighter. You think you’d probably be happy staying with him like this forever. 
The night has caught up with you though and you suddenly feel how exhausted you are. It’s almost 4am at this point, and the combination of being post-orgasm, nestled in your cozy bed, and wrapped up in Kendall’s arms has you feeling extremely relaxed. You can’t help but let a little yawn escape. 
“Is it time for me to go?” Kendall asks softly. Despite his low volume, you can feel his deep voice rumbling in his chest. 
“You don’t have to go,” you mumble sleepily. “It’s so late, you should stay.” 
The offer slips out of your mouth without any forethought, but you don’t regret it. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can feel that what you’ve done tonight with someone you met only hours ago is probably too-much-too-soon, but you can’t bring yourself to care just yet. You’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, but you’re happy to give yourself what feels good right now, and Kendall feels good.
Kendall leans his head down to leave a soft kiss at the top of your head. “Okay,” he responds, “I’ll stay.” You nuzzle into his chest again, taking a deep breath and relaxing fully. You fall asleep to the feeling of his arms around you and the soft rhythm of him stroking your hair. 
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You’re awoken by the sound of a phone ringing. Somehow, in your half-asleep daze, you’re able to recognise that this is not your own ringtone sounding off. You’re momentarily confused until you feel the warm body pressed against your back gently pull away and last night’s memories come flooding back to you. Smiling to yourself, you roll over just in time to watch Kendall sleepily walk over to the other side of the room where his pants lay crumpled on the floor. He pulls a cellphone out of the side pocket and you notice that his shoulders immediately tense up as he reads the name on the screen. 
“Dad?” he says in a low voice as he picks up the phone, and you slowly sit up in bed behind him. Kendall spins around to the sound of your movement and you’re surprised to see he looks slightly embarrassed. He clears his throat before pointing to the bathroom to ask if he can take his call in there while he says “Uh yeah, just a second,” into the phone. You nod an ‘of course’ and he strides over to it, quickly closing the door behind him. 
You grab your phone from the nightstand and attempt to not eavesdrop, but it’s difficult. Kendall sounds nothing like he did last night and it’s throwing you off. He’s still speaking in the same deep tone, but the confidence and banter is gone. The voice on the other side of the bathroom door sounds serious and slightly anxious, like Kendall isn’t fully sure of himself or anything he’s saying. You think you hear him say the word “cruises,” but you aren’t sure. You can’t imagine that planning a family vacation would make him sound this stressed out, but he did mention a ruthless father… 
You attempt to turn your attention back to your own phone. Kendall obviously wanted to hide this call from you for a reason, and you barely know each other; you have no right to be theorising about his family life or listening in on his personal conversations. You open the message app on your phone and see a few texts that your best friend from back home sent you last night. You respond to her messages before adding a “btw… I met someone last night” text. You have a scheduled phone call with her later today, but you’re too excited about meeting Kendall to wait until 3pm to tell her. Wondering how long you have until your call with her, you check the time and see that it’s only 7:57am. Why the hell is Kendall’s dad calling him this early on a Saturday morning? 
The bathroom door opens a moment later and Kendall steps out, looking even more exhausted than he did when he had just woken up. You lock your phone and set it down beside you on the bed.
“Everything okay?” you ask, pulling your knees up and hugging them to your chest. Despite being in your own apartment, hearing the tone of his call has you feeling a bit like you’re intruding in his space rather than the other way around. 
Kendall scoffs lightly and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. “Uh, great, can’t you tell?” He looks over at you with a playful smile but you can tell that his heart’s not in it. 
“I’m sorry,” you say sympathetically. “That’s not a fun way to start your day.” You’re tempted to reach out for him and hold his hand or pull him back into bed with you, but Kendall doesn’t seem to be in an affectionate mood. His body is tense and he’s seated as if he’s preparing to stand up at any moment. “Do… do you need to leave?” 
You know the answer before the question has even left your mouth, but Kendall confirms your suspicions when he sighs and looks down. 
“Uh, yeah. I have some uh, some stuff I need to take care of.” He hesitates for a moment before standing up and quickly grabbing his clothes from their various spots around the room. You watch him get dressed, your knees still hugged to your chest. “I’m really sorry I have to rush out so soon,” he says as he buttons up the front of his shirt. 
You smile at him gently. You don’t doubt that he actually does have stuff to take care of, but the way this is ending feels more like a one-night-stand than you’d like it to. You do your best to hide your disappointment. “It’s okay Kendall, I understand. Go take care of business.” 
He gives you a small but grateful smile as he quickly pulls on his shoes, and then walks over to the bed. “I had a lot of fun last night,” he says as he places his hand under your chin to tilt your head back. He leans in slowly and brushes his lips softly against yours, causing the little group of butterflies in your stomach to stir. The gesture is surprisingly sweet, and your fear that this was turning into a one time thing is momentarily put to rest. He pulls away, brown eyes locked on you as he reluctantly drops his hand from your face. “I’ll see you soon,” he adds, and then he’s gone. 
You stare at the closed door for a few seconds before flopping backward on your bed. Your eyes fixate on your ceiling and gradually glaze over as you try to commit his face to memory. You run over every detail you can remember from last night, looking for signs that he only wants something casual, or worse, is going to disappear now that he’s gotten what he wanted from you. He did say he’ll see you soon… you wonder if he’ll reach out later today once he’s handled his personal business. 
It’s when this thought appears in your mind that you come to the awful realisation that you and Kendall never exchanged numbers.
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Kendall shuts your front door behind him and pulls out his phone as he strides down the hallway toward the stairwell. He quickly orders an Uber to pick him up outside your building (he prefers to use his personal driver for transportation, but Uber Black does the trick when he needs a last minute ride) and sees that the driving time to get to his Dad’s place from yours is over 20 minutes. Fuck. He can already hear the condescending comments that Logan will undoubtedly make about him taking so long to arrive. The news he received on the phone this morning, that New York Magazine is preparing to publish an article about the Waystar cruise line misdeeds, has put his father in the worst mood imaginable. When the company could be under investigation and the stock could plummet in a matter of hours, 20 minutes will not go unnoticed. 
Kendall exits the stairwell and steps out onto the street, immediately lighting a cigarette; it’s the only vice he has to keep him sane these days. Last night was the perfect escape from the depressing reality of his life, but this morning has been the most aggressive push back into it. What he wouldn’t give to have been able to spend a few more hours with you…
He takes a puff of his cigarette and stares up at your building, wondering which window belongs to you. Maybe, if he’s able to bury the article about cruises, he’ll be able to see you again soon. He should probably text you though to let you know that he’s going to be busy for awhile.
His heart sinks into his stomach. He can’t text you because he doesn’t have your number. He never asked for it. 
He looks down at his phone screen, sees that his Uber is 2 minutes away, and then up to your building. 2 minutes is definitely enough time to run back upstairs and ask you for your number, and he’s sure you’ll want him to have it. 
He takes a step toward the front door, but stops himself suddenly. His mind is already in critical thinking mode as he prepares to find a solution to the cruises scandal, but now it’s beginning to consider what the outcome of him going back upstairs will be. If he gets your number… what’s next? A normal relationship with you isn’t possible. You’ll eventually learn who he really is, and he doesn’t see any way that ever ends well. 
By your own admission, you’re already intimidated by him. Learning that he’s a billionaire with more power than 99.99% of the world population won’t make you feel any more comfortable around him. And what about the people in his life? How could you, being as authentic and sweet as you are, ever hold your own around his family? If you stuck around with him long enough, would his money corrupt you the same way it corrupts everyone else in his world? Would everything start to feel as meaningless for you as it does for him? 
He can’t do that to you. He won’t. You’re still young and impressionable, and he would never forgive himself if he pulled you into hell with him when you still had your entire life ahead of you. It’s best that he leaves last night as a memory. A really fucking good memory.
Kendall glances at his phone and sees that his Uber is right down the street, only a minute away. He look up at your building once more before taking another puff of his cigarette and then stomping it into the ground just as his car rolls up. He gets in silently and begins to prepare himself for a full day of Waystar chaos. What a fucking start to the weekend. 
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same anon w the braime fic - IM SO GLAD i also did the classic tv show > ao3 > actual asoiaf source text order of consumption lol i wasn’t sure if you were abstaining from fic till u read the books or smth idk but anyway. if u did a fic rec i would totally eat that up
braime dynamic is so far up my street u are so right about horny subtext + slow reveal emotional vulnerability, plus a side of enemies to lovers or like. prisoner/captor to reluctant allies to lovers. man i haven’t thought about them in so long… are there any other pairings in the show/books that u enjoy?
naaaah fuck that noise, no offense but i needed to be in the right mindset to read multiple thousand plus page books and i like fanfic. sorry. i guess. i’m here now. anyway.
i could talk about them but. god. clenches fist. i’ll go insane. and people will stop listening to my commentary. i think you got it except metatextually they are destiel. like what happened to destiel happened to them. two nickels. absolutely bonkers.
aaaaaand as far as other pairings. hm. i think largely i tend to gravitate towards character’s plotlines rather than ships - i find arya fascinating but not don’t really care all that much about gendarya, although i don’t mind it. - braime being the exception. or if i do find pairings interesting they’re usually more because of platonic reasons more than romantic. if i had to pick. hm. and before i say these we are going to remember this is the problematic ship book and i am not necessarily saying they are morally good just very fun to explore. jokes aside stavos has some hilson energy going on. what do you want from me. i think samgilly is cute (this is helped because sam is one of my faves). is it weird if i say robbjeyne is cute. jaimecersei i actually do enjoy in a these two are toxically codependent in a fun way and i wish people could explore it in a way that’s not incredibly black and white because there’s A Lot there. sansatyrion but i think that one might get me shot (and once she’s older preferably). robbtheon i get the appeal of and makes me insane to think about but i don’t like read fic for them. sansamargaery because sansa deserves nice things and i think they’d be good for each other. my hottest take i think is that jon and sam should explore each other’s bodies and i do feel this wholeheartedly and unironically. that’s all i can think of off the top of my head there’s so many fucking characters in this book. why are most of my ships straight. feels wrong. or maybe that’s just what happens when the female characters are good. idk.
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dalekofchaos · 1 year
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Either the Elite need to work with Punk or be removed as EVP's
The name of the game in wrestling is to make as much money as possible. If the Bucks and Omega really are refusing to work with Punk because of "feelings", they are even stupider than I thought. Possibly the hottest angle of their careers and they'd say no? STUPID!
The Elite spent months trolling about the situation, only to not wanting to work a possible money feud. They had no problem playing into “fuck cm punk” chants, featuring them on BTE, and mocking him and the fight though lol grow the fuck up
I can't believe I'm even saying this, but Jericho is the adult in the room and it's probably time Tony Khan thinks about removing the Elite as EVPs. Putting feelings and friends first over business is a detriment to the business Tony is TRYING to grow.
Shawn and Bret worked together and they legit hated one another's guts, there's no excuse. Matt Hardy, Edge and Lita worked together despite the fact that there was REAL LIFE hatred over the real life affair.
If I'm someone on the roster with no horse in this Elite/Punk thing but I see The Elite, who are EVPs, won't even try to resolve conflict… I don't know man.
If they're going to be EVPs and represent AEW, their FIRST priority should be to work things out with CM Punk and bring this roster together. Put aside all egos. Otherwise they should be removed from power. This is the only solution if they don't want to do what's best for the business they started.
Do you know what kind of message it sends if they refuse to try and repair the chaos this whole thing caused? It's proving what Punk said at the All Out media scrum was right. About them being children & being irresponsible EVPs. It says we shouldn't make amends and do what's best for AEW, it says we should let the drama and chaos rule the company and it says if there is someone you don't want to work with, then you shouldn't despite it being what's best for AEW. It says they don't want to do what's best for All In. They don't want to gross a big money feud. They don't want to turn what at first was a detriment to AEW and turn that detriment into a positive and make a shit ton of money.
It's one thing if they were just one of the boys and just didn't want to work with the guy, but they are representatives of the company they founded and if they refuse to do business, then they should just not be EVP's.
Sidenote. Brandon Cutler and Tay Mello were trying to start shit when Tony Khan was working on bringing Punk back. "Gaslighting"
If my EVPs’ stooge and my buddy’s wife were trying to undermine my efforts to bring back the guy who could help me putt asses in the seats of Wembley Stadium, I would fire them. Then again I am not Tony Khan. He’s a lot nicer than I am.
The Elite claim (is it really a claim if its coming from metlzer) that they refuse to even meet with Cm Punk. lol I'm sorry you are HEAD EXECUTIVES of a company and yourTOP asset is coming back to talk to make money, from a company standpoint its your job and obligation to meet with him. You don't have to work with him but meet with him. You're not just a wrestler, this is what big boys in companies do. DO YOU JOB as an executive. You think hunter would refuse to meet with a talent. And now you have stooge ass manipulative fuck Jericho sliding his way in because at least that snake knows how to make money and capitalize on situations, personal feelings aside.
Bret/Shawn, Vince/Hulk, Dynamite/Jacque Rougeau, Matt Hardy/Edge and DOZENS of others could set aside personal issues for business over far worse situations, but Tony Khan has to literally split the roster and TV shows because his EVPs and their friends are whiny babies. Tony Khan knows CM Punk is far and away his biggest star, but since Tony fears conflict and acting like the boss, he’s trying to appease his little friends with job titles, that are far less important to AEW, by causing more problems and headaches.
It's very simple. Tony Khan sits Punk and The Elite down. Force them to work things out and if one party doesn't, then he strips The Elite of their EVP status or shows Punk the door. This is so ridiculous and petty. Work things out, make shit ton of money out of personal issues and just do what's best for AEW. Wrestling isn't a friends and feelings kind of business, it's the money making business and if you put friends and feelings over growing your business, I don't know what to tell you, you shouldn't be in the wrestling business.
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Can I request a fluffy Eddie x Chrissy long oneshot where it’s Christmas and Eddie and Chrissy are still asleep in their bed and their toddler daughter comes in their room and jumps on the bed to wake them up to tell them Santa has brought her presents and when their daughter comes over to Eddie, he’s pretending he’s still asleep and when she gets close enough he jumps up and starts tickling her and Chrissy just gushes over how adorable he is with their daughter and they go to the living room and enjoy their Christmas as a family?
"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!"
The bouncing of bed springs followed by the excited shriek of their daughter is what Chrissy awoke to. The redhead was groggy as she rolled over to face Arwen who'd wedged herself between Chrissy and her husband. She was still in her blue and yellow penguin pajamas with her long brown hair an untamed mess of brown curls. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, glancing over at her bedside to see the digital clock read five thirty two.
"Mmmm, sweetie it's too early." Eddie's tired voice responded from the opposite side of the mattress with a loud groan.
"Nuh uh! You said not to wake you up before five! It's way after five! Come on! Santa came! Come on it's time to open presents!"
"We can't open presents, daddy's still asleep." Eddie's voice was muffled by the pillow he'd buried his face in. Arwen, who's face was covered in what Chrissy suspected to be candy dust from the over sized pixie sticks she'd stuck in the girl's stocking the previous night, had the manic energy that only a child on Christmas morning could have. Leaning over and grabbing Eddie's arms to pull him out of bed. His hair was just as, if not more wild than their daughter's when he finally managed to get up. Chrissy had already begun her way to the living room when Arwen darted between her legs to the tree sat in the middle of their trailer's living room. A real tree, Eddie insisted. Going out to the local pine farm and trying to show off by chopping the thing down himself. Only to find it was too big to fit through their trailer door and going back to get one that didn't block their entrance to the kitchen.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" The four year old squealed as she darted to the presents set out under the tree. All of the ones marked for Arwen were wrapped in a glittery pink paper. Santa's little pile sat aside from the rest as she practically dove onto the carpet in front of the gifts. Chrissy couldn't help but giggle at how excited the girl was.
"Mmm, I miss being able to wake up this early without the need for coffee." Eddie ran a hand through the shaggy mass that was his hair. Chrissy replied by placing a kiss on his barely visible cheek.
"In that case, you're going to love your present."
The two took a seat by Arwen as she began to pick up each gift, giving them all test shakes and carefully examining each one.
"Which one should I open first?"
"Here," Eddie grabbed the smallest one worth a bright blue bow on it, "something tells me Santa made sure this one was extra special."
Tearing the paper down, Arwen let out an excited shriek at its contents.
"A tamagotchi!!"
The little pink plastic egg on a key chain had been the parents compromise to their daughter's ask for an actual pet. As soon as she saw the ads on TV, Arwen begged her parents for one. It took a lot of waiting, searching and out right bribery but eventually the Munsons managed to get their hands on one of the hottest selling toys of the season. Given, Eddie had almost thrown hands with another desperate dad to get the piece of plastic, but the look on their daughter's face was worth all the work.
"Now remember, you gotta feed it and take care of it everyday." Eddie reminded the girl as she handed the plastic packaging to her father to open. "Think you can do that?" The girl nodded excitedly when Chrissy swooped their daughter up.
"Come on, let's get you ready. Grandpa Wayne's going to be here in an hour and we can open the rest of your presents, okay?"
"Okay!"
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close call (m)
pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader (y/n)
summary: you both finally had some alone time at the dorm.... but not for long
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au
warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, bulge kink, hand kink(?), hinted breeding kink
‘fuckkkk, baby girl’
jaehyun moaned out as you bounced on his cock, running his hands from your thighs, up your sides and to your tits. he cupped his large and warm hands over them, earning a whimper from you which in turn made him moan again.
fucking in the dorm was always risky, but as the rest of the members were eating out at a restaurant, you had time for a few rounds. at least, that’s what you thought.
so, here you both were, in his room, on his bed. jaehyun had his own room as 127 had recently moved to a bigger dorm, and, being the lovely members they were, let jaehyun have his own room as they knew you’d be staying over a lot. you weren’t complaining, and neither was jaehyun. in fact, it gave him the excuse to fuck you every time you stayed over.
he was sat up against the headboard of his bed with you in his lap, pillows around him and supporting his back, and one wedged between the headboard and the wall. a little trick you both wished you would’ve thought about sooner. the duvet was strewn out messily around you both. this was one of your favourite positions - it hit the right angles, you got to hold him close and vice versa, and most importantly, you got to see his face. the only downside was that your legs got tired easily, but with him gripping your hips and slamming you down onto his length, it wasn’t a problem.
‘mmmm fuck’ you whined out, burying your face in his neck. both of his hands were now on your ass, gripping it and massaging it which only riled you up more. you moved your hands from his shoulders and looped them around his neck, bringing him in closer and encouraged him to start leaving kisses on your jaw.
‘you’re so good to me baby, fucking yourself on my dick like that’ he murmured in your ear, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine, ‘such a good girl.’
a door slamming was heard from the living room of the dorm, making you whip your head out from where it was nestled in jaehyuns neck, and you looked at him with wide eyes. shit.
‘fuck’, he whispered, gathering a blanket which was thrown messily on the bed, and getting it ready in case he needed to throw it over your naked body. he couldn’t have anyone seeing his baby girl like that. no way. ‘shit. they weren’t supposed to be back yet.’
‘JAEHYUN?’ you could hear johnny’s voice shout from the hallway. you went to climb off of his lap, but he held you in a vice like grip, ‘ah ah ah, stay there’ he ordered. you looked at him worriedly. someone was going to walk in, and it was so obvious what you were doing.
‘JAEHYUN HYUNG, YOU HERE BRO?’ now it was mark’s turn to shout, however his voice was much closer, as it came from right outside the door.
‘ahh leave it mark, they’ll be back soon’, johnny’s voice could be heard again, and this time you heard mark’s footsteps retreating back into the living room.
you let out a sigh you’d been holding, and looked back at jaehyun to find him already looking at you, the lust still clouded in his eyes. you thought your fun was over, but clearly not. almost as if he’d read your mind, he chuckled out a, ‘you really thought I’d give up that easily?’, confirming your suspicions.
‘jaeeee’ you whined, ‘my legs ache’, which wasn’t a lie. you were close to your orgasm, and you’d been working yourself on his cock for a while. ‘there’s a solution to that’, he grinned as he rolled you over, you now lying flat on his bed.
as much as jae loved it when you rode him, he loved it just as much as when you were sprawled out beneath him. you looked so gorgeous and perfect to him. and you were all his. no matter how insecure you were, whether it be your body or your facial expressions, he didn’t care. he genuinely thought you were the most beautiful thing to grace this earth, and you were so thankful for that. he made you feel so comfortable, made you feel so much better about yourself. when you were intimate with him you didn’t have to worry about covering your body or hiding your face, because you believed him when he told you you were gorgeous.
on that note, nothing turned him on more than seeing you squirming below him, trying to get him to finally enter you. and when he did, you both let out simultaneous groans. he stretched you so nicely. filled you up so good.
he started thrusting into you, him on his knees with your legs wrapped around his waist. another position you loved - but let’s be honest, you loved every position with jaehyun because he made you feel so good in each and every one. always knowing which angles to hit and what brought you the most pleasure.
this time was different, however, as you couldn’t moan out as load as you wanted. you now had company a few rooms down. you were trying to surpress your gasps and moans, but it was hard when jaehyun was fucking you so hard into the mattress. he couldn’t tell if he wanted to make you moan so loud the others could hear it. on one hand, he wanted them to know who made you feel this good, but on the other, he wanted to savour those lewd sounds all to himself, not wanting another soul to hear the sexy sounds that fell from your lips.
so he just resorted to pressing his hand over your mouth, which turned you on even more. you’re not quite sure why, but ever since you’ve been with jaehyun, even the simplest and most minuscule things he does turn you on.
a loud roar of laughter from where the boys were watching tv bought you back to reality. the chance of them hearing you made you want to speed things up, and so you trailed a hand down to where he was drilling into you.
on your hands journey across your abdomen though, you could feel the faint bulge of where the tip of his cock was hitting your stomach. pressing your hand flat against your lower tummy, you let out a loud moan into his hand and threw your head back further into the mattress, your eyes rolling back.
‘what’s got you so worked up, huh?’ he lightly chucked at you. you moaned in response, and his eyes travelled down onto your fingers that were sprawled out on your tummy, relishing in the feeling on his cock pumping into you. he pushed your hand aside, replace it with his own and he immediately found his answer.
‘holy fucking shit’, he moaned out, pressing his palm harder onto your abdomen, feeling himself slide in and out of your walls, ‘that’s the hottest thing ever. fuck me’.
your little discovery had you both coming closer to the edge quickly, an ‘I’m so close’ being whispered out by you, and a, ‘so am i, doll’ grunted out by him.
being on the pill was a godsend, it meant he could cum in you without having to worry (although let’s be honest, he’d definitely want to put a baby in you), and so that’s exactly what he did, with you coming at the same time with a loud moan, still muffled by his large hand.
after a quick pee break, you rushed back into bed to join him, missing the warmth he provided your naked body. the tv in his room was still playing in the background, and so you decided to put some random show on, not that you’d be paying attention to it.
he rested his head on your chest, but not before giving you his shirt to wear to make sure you wouldn’t freeze to death in the shitty winter weather. don’t worry though, he still had his hands under it, tracing shapes on your side and on the underneath of your breast. something that he innocently did after sex, finding it calmed you down after he’d just exhausted your body.
‘do you think they heard us?’ you asked him as you carded your hands though his black hair, something that calmed him but also could turn him on.
‘i don’t think so, i can still hear them talking,’ which was an indicator that they hadn’t in fact heard you getting pounded by their fellow member, ‘don’t worry baby, they just have the tv on loud anyway’, he said as he left open mouthed kisses on your neck. not again.
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years
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This notion that season 1 had so much sex...but did it? Anthony and Siena had like short 2 sex scene and the rest of their scenes were fade to black. Daphne and Simon had the honeymoon sex montage and then 4 pretty tame (and again pretty short) sex scenes. Honestly the rape was probably the most explicit scene on the show.
Also you could make the argument that sex was maybe more important to season 1 since sperm was a actual plot point?
But beyond that it's pretty standard for established shows to tone down on the sex in subsequent seasons so Bridgerton toning down on that is expected. It could also maybe be a desire to be taken more seriously and not just be seen as regency porn? I mean CVD was talking a lot about Pride and Prejudice on sm and you can clarly see the parallels this season.
I'm of a few minds on all this.
A) I need to see it in order to judge it.
B) I do think there's a lot of GENERAL comparison to s1 happening, and honestly? I had a lot of issues with s1. Even aside from the gross racial shit happening and the Penelope of it all. I think that what made s1 seem VERY sex and horny was not so much... the sex scenes, which were explicit and were good, imo (aside from the obvious) but were nothing INSANELY OVER THE TOP.
It was the fact that they cast a very, very good leading man. And that's not a knock on JB. But let's be real here: you can be super into JB all you want. Maybe he's the hottest man alive to you. But on a universal level, RJP is more of a traditional leading man in many ways. And he's very, very sexy on a more universal level. So sex scenes that would've perhaps seemed more pedestrian were dialed up to 11 in people's minds because they were so fucking into him. If you want to recreate that in s2... You have to find someone comparable to him. And I've said many times, FOR ME, none of the other guys recreate that magic. I may think some of them are good actors; I may think some of them are good looking; but I don't think any of them have the potential to be a sex symbol the way he became.
C) Some reviewers got 6 episodes; some got 8. I don't know why. I don't know why Netflix would send out 6 episodes if episode 7 is the "sex episode" as one reviewer put it. But I imagine that if there's one quick sex scene right before the end of ep 6 and nothing else, that would definitely throw you off.
D) I do think dropping the level of sex in TV after the first season is normal.... And sometimes it's not a bad thing. Like, with Outlander--I kinda got over watching the same people go at it all the time... And even they dialed back the types of sex scenes they were doing. Rumor has always been that Caitriona Balfe just didn't want to take her clothes off as much, and that makes sense. Eventually, you're over that shit.
With that being said, that's not an issue here, so I don't think you can really give actors' comfort as an excuse. You're comparing couple to couple to couple here, and if one couple fucks like crazy and the other doesn't, it's more noticeable than the same couple toning sex down over the course of multiple seasons. I do think, and I've suspected for a while, that the show is uncomfortable with its status as a romance novel adaptation. And to me, cutting down sex (while sex is not the only key to romance and is not even required of romance novels) does kind of gel with that idea. That in itself is a bummer. I think you can execute a good romance arc without a ton of sex. But I feel that what made this show feel like a romance novel adaptation was in part the way it treated sex.
E) At the end of the day, it's one of those things I'll have to see and maybe I'll give the season a lower mark because of it, but I'm not going to lose my shit because at the end of the day, I'm not as invested as many seem to be (not a knock on 'em, just a fact) and these books didn't stand out in my mind as super hot. They were very tame. I would probably be like one of the anons in my inbox who's sending me shit that's just like... quotes and paraphrases followed by crying emojis or OH GOD HOW DO I LIVE if they adapted a Kerrigan Byrne novel and the sex wasn't intense, because I'm very attached to her novels and the sex in those books is kinda intense. But this.... isn't that. So as a response to the genre, as I said in another ask, it's problematic and suggests a discomfort with it.... As a response to the books? Meh.
F) Perhaps none of this will be relevant when I watch it and the tension will be so hot that I don't care? Who knows? Every romance arc is different. I think that when you first watch s1 you're like OMG WOW THE SEX because again, RJP is a one in a million leading man type that's hard to find. But the *couple* is not that hot. Their dynamic is not that sexy. Especially after she rapes him. You can have couples that have a fuckton of onscreen sex but not a lot of heat, and you can have couples that have no onscreen sex but tons of heat (see: Matthew McFadyen and Keira Knightley in Pride and Prejudice). Regardless, I think there's some weird discomfort and behind the scenes politics that would contribute to a lack of sex in s2 versus s1, but that doesn't necessarily mean I will enjoy s2 less.
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A- Adorable: what do they find especially endearing?
For Olivia, the most adorable thing she's seen Alex do (and it happens constantly), is falling asleep in her arms while they're watching TV, and how even in her sleep Alex tries to snuggle closer, sometimes even sleepily tugging Olivia's arms and wordlessly asking to hold her tighter or closer, giving her little kisses if her lips are close enough.
For Alex, it's how her girlfriend's demeanor changes every time she comes home to her, leaving all the stress from the day at the door and running to her to sweep her up and give her all the kisses in the world. She treats Alex like a queen, and that always warms the ADA's heart.
B- Bargain: How do they get their way?
Pouts and puppy eyes, 100%. Alex has perfected her pouty lips throughout the years that Olivia just can't say no to, and Alex knows that if her detective looks at her with the biggest, cutest puppy eyes, she would agree to anything (and yes, that is sometimes the squad's secret weapon when they need a warrant)
C- Communicate: What is their love language?
Touch, for both of them, they do not keep their hands off each other once they are behind closed doors. Not just in the NSFW way, but also holding hands, wrapping their arms around the other, hugging each other from behind, snuggling and cuddling on the couch, etc.
D- Devoted: How do they show they're serious?
Even though some of their colleagues at the precinct and the courthouse knew that they were together (or at least trying to), Olivia and Alex finally had the guts to ask each other out (more on this later). After their first very successful date at a bar, they start going everywhere together: the museum, movies... and if they get seen, they get seen. Before they know it, they're having picnics at the park, holding hands in art galleries, and sharing dessert at restaurants. Alex one day casually mentions that Olivia's apartment is further away from the precinct than her own, and it also has a little bit more space so... why not move in together? They spend all day and night together, so it makes sense. Olivia is moved in by the end of the week.
E- Enchanted: What first caught their eye?
I mean, they're both absolutely gorgeous, Olivia probably couldn't stop looking at Alex and wondering what an angel like her was doing in a greasy precinct like this, and Alex was immediately attracted to Olivia's demeanor and passion for her job.
F- Flirty: How do they flirt?
Oh, terribly. Aside from talking (and fighting) about work, neither one of them knows how to make the first move or how to have a normal conversation with the other. They circle around the subject of asking the other out many, many times, and Elliot gets so tired of it, and threatens Olivia with going to Alex and telling her how she really feels. The next day, Olivia musters up her courage to go talk to Alex, but she didn't know that Elizabeth Donnelly had put the fear of God in her soul also threatening her that if she didn't ask Olivia out, she would do it for her. So what ends up happening is as soon as Olivia walks into Alex's office is that they both interrupt each other by just blurting it out. Loudly. They both freeze in place, blushing hard, when they realized what happened. They laugh it off and agree to meet for drinks after work, both of them grinning like idiots for the rest of the day.
G- Gentle: How do they provide comfort?
Olivia is great at comforting people, that's a given, so when Alex has a rough day she immediately seeks comfort in her girlfriend's arms. Olivia offers to talk about it (sometimes Alex wants to, other times she just needs to be silent for a while, and Olivia encourages both), holding her, reassuring her, and being extra snuggly.
When Olivia has a rough day, Alex draws her a bath, sitting by her side, while they both drink some wine or beer, listening to some music or talking about anything but the problem until Olivia finally opens up about the things that have been upsetting her. she will then give Olivia a bunch of cuddles in bed, and Olivia allows herself to be little spoon for the night.
H- Hot: What is their favorite look on their partner?
Olivia: she will tell you that Alex looks good with no clothes, very few clothes, or in a hazmat suit, but any of the blazer and skirt combos she wears for work that puts her endless legs on display is one of her favorites.
Alex: she will also say that Olivia looks good in anything, but there's something about the leather jacket, jeans and a belt that makes her feel a special kind of way.
I- Intimate: What kind of dates do they like?
Going out for drinks after a long day, picnics on the park, going to the movies or the theater (Alex "knows a guy" and they always get tickets for the hottest shows), if there is any type of pop up farmer's market or festival they're there as well, and if they want to do something fancier they'll dress up and hit a restaurant or fancy bar.
J- Jealous: how jealous are they? how do they show it?
Olivia is not incredibly jealous, she knows how beautiful Alex is and knows that anyone would want to talk to her. When she notices that a person is blatantly trying to hit on her, she'll sit next to Alex, and try to join the conversation, and when she can tell the other person is about to make any type of advance, she'll place a hand on her girlfriend's thigh and pull her in for a passionate kiss, letting the person know that they've had their fun, but it's time to leave them alone.
The real problem is that Alex is jealous (and she admits it), but Olivia can be incredibly clueless about someone flirting with her. She'll just think a girl is extra friendly and will carry out a whole conversation with someone that is clearly very interested in her. Alex then walks over to them, shooting daggers at whoever dares to even look at her girlfriend, and kisses Olivia's cheek while still staring the other person down, maybe even whispering something in her ear that makes Olivia blush, or if Olivia is sitting down, Alex will just sit on her lap and stare at the person until they leave. Olivia will be like "heeyyy, I was just having a normal convers- oh." and Alex thinks it's the cutest thing ever, kissing her and telling her she did nothing wrong and she's taken care of it already.
K- Karma: how do they apologize
Olivia knows how to swallow her pride and admit she's wrong as much as it pains her, so she will definitely own up to her mistakes and apologize to Alex. Alex needs a little more time but she will usually bring a snack or a cup of coffee, try to circle around the subject a little, but then she will also apologize and talk about the issue so that hopefully it doesn't happen again.
L- Lust: Favorite thing about their partner?
Looks aside: for Alex, it's the passion and kindness that Olivia has for her job, victims, and her loved ones. She would do absolutely anything for the people she loves, and Alex can attest to it. For Olivia, it's how behind that professional (and almost cold) demeanor, Alex is really a cute snuggly baby that has so much love and affection for the people she loves, aside from of course, caring about her job and helping people.
M- Memory: What's their favorite memory together?
Their first kiss, no cap: it happened in front of Alex's building when Olivia walked her home after their second date, and they were having an awkward conversation because they both wanted to kiss SO BAD but they didn't know how to until Olivia (queen of consent) took a chance and asked her if she could kiss her and Alex wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.
N- Normal: What does a normal day look like for them?
Hella work. They get up early, go for a run if there's time, grab some breakfast on their way to work, say goodbye with a little kiss before they both head to their respective offices. If one of them is too busy for lunch, which usually happens, the other will meet them with a sandwich or their favorite take out, spend a couple minutes eating and catching up if they haven't seen each other before that moment, and then go back to work, hopefully able to meet for dinner if they don't have to work overtime.
O- Obvious: How do they show they're together?
They don't yell it out from the rooftops as much as they'd like to, their jobs are public and they don't want any bad people knowing that they're together. But they do hold hands if they're out and about and they steal a quick kiss here and there.
P- Peace: How do they relax together?
Their lazy days are extremely lazy. They don't leave the bed unless they have to pee or receive their takeout delivery from the door. Olivia hooks her Play Station to the TV in their room the day before so she can play without having to even go to the living room, Alex enjoys laying her head on Olivia's lap and watching her play, or having her settle between her legs with her back to Alex's chest, and Alex enjoys giving her little kisses or playing with her hair. One day Alex asked if she could play and Olivia lost her mind from the excitement and spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her how to play
Q- Quiet: What can they do together without talking?
Probably what they do on their lazy days, or strolling around Central Park, or going to a museum. For two people that are so good with words, sometimes they enjoy sharing a comfortable silence with each other.
R- Romantic: What kind of gifts do they give?
Small gifts, anything that they see that reminds them of the other, they get: trinkets, jewelry, little bonsais, candles, books, tickets to a show or a concert, snacks, etc.
S-Sleep: how do they sleep together?
Curled up, Alex's apartment has AC and they both like it pretty low, so they can snuggle up to each other under a mountain of blankets and pillows without waking up sweaty, or hot, and they love it.
T- Thoughtful: what small things do they do for each other?
They know each other's go-to coffee and lunch order so when they don't have time to get it, the other will pick it up for them and make sure they get some proper food, remember important dates and details... they've spent so much time with the other that they know what the other is thinking or anticipate their next move, which does wonders for the cases they work together, too.
U-Unity: what would their wedding be like?
Probably at Alex's property at the Hamptons (yes, she has one), either Liz Donnelly or Lena Petrovsky officiating the wedding, surrounded by their close friends, family, and colleagues of course, and a small but incredibly fun reception after.
V- Vibrant: What always makes them smile?
Each other- Olivia's goofiness and Alex's sass are a great combo
W-Whisper: What pet names and compliments do they use?
Olivia calls Alex princess, baby, babygirl, and sweetheart
Alex calls her baby, babe, my love, and honey
X-XOXO: how do they kiss?
how do they not kiss?? depends on the situation, but there are small kisses for when they're about to walk into work, long, deep kisses for when they haven't seen each other in a day or two, lazy kisses in bed right after they've woken up, make-out sessions in the couch that then make Olivia pick Alex up and take her to the bedroom while Alex giggles and kisses Olivia even more...
Y-Yearn: What do they do when they're apart?
They're two simps for each other, so they'll spend the day counting the minutes and hours for them to be back with each other. I'm not talking about WPP because that didn't happen, but when Alex has to travel for conferences or Olivia has to do a weekend's worth of undercover work, they're pretty down and can't wait to see each other again.
Z- Zoom: what's their favorite picture together?
The one they took at Alex's Hamptons property when they went down there to celebrate their 1 year anniversary: they're at the beach, Olivia hugging Alex from behind and smiling like there's no tomorrow. Alex has a copy of it in her drawer so only she can see it, and Olivia keeps a copy in her wallet, aside from having the original one at home and a digital copy on a hard drive where they keep all of their pictures.
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Whiskey Straight - The Dance (5)
Jack Daniels x F!Reader
You’re back home, safe in the arms of your husband, but you know it isn’t over. When the mysterious men call and give you your mission - hopefully the last you will ever have to perform - it’s not exactly within your comfort zone. You have to push through, get it done, and then life can go back to normal... right?
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: Sexual content (stripping, dancing,) dubious consent of unwanted advances and kissing, light violence. It’s a pretty tame one compared to last time. If I missed anything, let me know. It’s been a while.
A/N: I am so, so sorry for how long this took, but I’m pretty happy with how it came out. Next chapter will be Jack’s POV, so I’m sure that will answer questions you’ve been having (and any that this chapter leaves you with lol.) And I hope to have it up in about 1-1.5 weeks. Definitely don’t want to make you guys wait as long this time. Enjoy!!
Series Masterlist  -  Prologue  -  One  -   Two  -  Three  -  Four  -  Five  -  Six  -   Seven
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You woke the next morning sore, stiff and - most importantly - snuggled tightly into Jack. Your face was tucked into the hollow of his shoulder, your arm draped across his chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around you in return. Birds were chirping and you could hear a lawnmower running in the distance. You opened your swollen eyes, the bright sun diffused by the curtains but still lighting the room.
“There she is.” Jack’s smooth, quiet voice startled you. You hadn’t realized he was already awake. You lifted your head to look at him, seeing him smiling lazily down at you. His hand caressed your back, trailing up and down the line of your spine as the other gripped your hip.
“Time’s’it?” You mumbled, starting to turn to look at the clock but Jack’s arms closed around you, stopping you from leaving him.
He kissed your lips, gently and chastely. “I called in for both of us.” He explained, loosening his hold as he felt you relax.
“Why’d you do that?” You questioned, confused. Jack never took a day off work without weeks of notice and planning for his absence.
Jack chuckled. “Well, first you didn’t wake up with the alarm. Then you didn’t wake up when I called your name or shook ya. I figured after yesterday you needed some sleep.”
Your stomach dropped out at the reminder of yesterday. Being knocked out. The hood over your head. The interrogation in that big, empty room.
You shuddered, pressing your face back into Jack’s shoulder as you nodded. Jack rubbed your back soothingly as he hummed a quiet “thought so.”
You nodded, trying to keep yourself from crying at the mess you’d found yourself in. You desperately wanted to tell Jack what you’d done, beg his forgiveness and ask for his help, but you knew you couldn’t. All of the threats weighed heavy on your mind, keeping your lips sealed.
“You ready to talk about what’s got ya so shook up?” Jack asked gently, his large hand never stopping it’s slow, steady circuit up and down your back.
You kept your face pressed into Jack, keeping him from seeing your reaction as you tried to think up an excuse.
“I blew a tire on the way home from work.” You settled on, staying hidden as you spoke. “Bad part of town. Took the tow a while to show up.”
“Why didn’t you get a hold of me? I would have come to get you?”
“Too shook up, I guess? Wasn’t thinking straight.” You sighed. “Stayed with the car, kept the doors locked.”
You felt Jack nod his understanding. “Well, next time call me, okay?”
“I will.” You promised.
It was a quiet day. Jack had suggested the two of you stay in lounge clothes and snuggle up on the couch to watch movies together. Even as the sun started to dip lower in the sky, he suggested take-out for dinner. It reminded you of the early days of dating him, having movie nights in on days you didn’t feel like going out together. The slow, lazy day calmed your nerves, even if you couldn’t fully push the day before out of your mind.
You were clearing your plates and putting away the leftovers from dinner when the phone rang. It was the first time it had rung all day, which was strange especially considering Jack took the day off work. The fact that no one had called him to check in on something or ask a question was rare. While you didn’t know for sure it was for you, your stomach dropped.
“I’ve got it!” You yelled, stopping Jack in his tracks. He stood next to the table, watching as you frantically dried your hands on your pants as you ran into the other room to answer the phone.
“Hello?” You answered, anxious but trying to keep your voice even.
“Bourbon.” The voice was deep and robotic, the same type of voice that had badgered you with questions the night before.
“Y-yes.” You acknowledged, taking a few steps farther away from the kitchen where Jack waited.
“Listen carefully, these instructions will not be repeated.” The voice started, and you nodded, gripping the phone so tightly you could hear the plastic groan. “In exactly one and a half hours, at 9:00, you will go downtown to The Marriot Marquis. The front desk will have an envelope waiting for Bourbon. It will have further instructions. Understand?”
You bit your lip, rubbing your forehead with your hand. You just wanted this to be over with. Hopefully this one last thing would be it, then you could go back to your life. You never would have guessed months ago you’d be yearning for the old monotony. 
“Yes.” You confirmined.
“One more thing: Dress sexy.”
You nearly choked on air as your breath hitched in your throat. “What?” You barely resisted the urge to shout. You heard a click on the other end of the line, but you asked again “What do you mean?”
It took a moment for the tone to indicate there was no one on the other line anymore. You cursed under your breath as you hung up the phone.
“Who was it?” Jack asked.
“W-work.” You told him, cursing the stutter in your voice. “They need me to run in for an hour or two.”
“Really?” Jack frowned at you as you came back to the dining room. “It couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
“No.” You shook your head, avoiding making eye contact with him. “Sandy made a mistake on something and I owe her. Many hands make light work.” You lied.
“Alright.” Jack sighed. “Let me finish up the dishes then. Least I can do.”
“Leave them ‘til tomorrow. It’s fine.” You waved off his offer.
“If you say so.” He grinned, giving in easily. You knew how much Jack hated the dishes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he passed you, making his way into the den and flicking on the TV. You heard him switch over to a football game and knew he’d be occupied while you got ready.
You opened your closet, pushing all your everyday clothes aside to look for something “sexy.” You couldn’t remember the last time you were trying to dress sexy. You used to pay attention to  fashion, treating yourself now and then to something new. It made you feel good, and it certainly reaped it’s benefits from Jack as well, but it had been a long time. Now when you bought clothes it was usually for work, to replace a blouse that had worn out. You had a few dresses in the back of your closet that you hadn’t worn in… you couldn’t even remember how long. That’s when you spotted the black, lightly shimmering fabric towards the back.
You pulled the garment out, staring at it. It had been one of your go-to “little black dresses” when you had been younger and still in need of such things. It seemed to be the only one that had survived the various clothing purges over the years. The neckline was a low V - not scandalously low, but certainly lower than your usual clothes. The sleeves went about halfway down your biceps, ending in a soft ruffled fabric that you knew wasn’t really in style anymore but not quite garish. The dress hit your knees, showing off a modest amount of leg. It wasn’t perfect, but short of going shopping for something completely new, it seemed like your best option. You hoped it still fit, grabbing one of your large purses and shoving the dress inside along with a pair of black heels. You grabbed a small make-up bag, throwing in the necessities - eyeliner, maskara, lipstick - and tossed that in the bag too.
You got dressed, picking underwear that would work with the dress, a simple black set that wouldn’t show underneath the dress. The panties were a thong that you couldn’t remember wearing in a while, but knew it would avoid any lines in your silhouette. It also would hopefully help you get into the mentality of being sexy, even if the dress wasn’t the hottest new style. You otherwise dressed as you normally would for work. 
You kissed Jack goodbye on your way through, although with his eyes on the game he barely even noticed. You made it out of the house and into the car with no fuss, now you just had to drive to somewhere you’d be able to change and get downtown in time. You still had an hour, so as long as you stopped along the way and traffic wasn’t bad - it should be fairly calm at this time of night - you’d be able to make it.
Your heels clicked against the floor of the hotel lobby as you approached the desk. You glanced around between the other people coming and going, wondering if any of them were involved with the mission you were on tonight. No one gave you a second glance, too invested in their own lives, their own business. You looked the part of belonging in the upscale hotel, having changed from the casual workwear into the dress in a fast food bathroom and doing your make-up in the car. With an hour and a half notice, not only was it the best it was going to get, but it was pretty damn acceptable if you said so yourself.
“Welcome to The Marriot Marquis,” the girl behind the desk greeted pleasantly. It didn’t do much to calm your nerves, not knowing what the next step would be. “How can I help you tonight?”
“I’m picking up an envelope. For Bourbon.” You barely kept your voice even, but you managed.
“One second, let me check.” She opened a drawer in the desk and flipped through for a moment before lifting a small manilla envelope with a sound of triumph. “Here you are, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” You took the envelope, forcing a polite smile at the girl before taking your leave.
You looked around the lobby for somewhere inconspicuous to open the envelope. There seemed to be people in all of the areas, but the decorative pillars along the wall of the lobby would provide some privacy. Glancing around cautiously, you opened the envelope.
You leafed through the items: a piece of paper with a handwritten telephone number and instructions, a plastic baggy with some kind of tiny computer chip inside of it, and a little envelope from the hotel with a room key and a room number written on it.
The instructions told you to wait until the concierge took his break at 9:05 and use his phone to call the number for further instruction. You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it was 9:03 - you’d thankfully gotten to the hotel on time, otherwise you might have missed his break.
You stayed by the pillar, trying to keep your breathing even as you waited for the man to leave his desk. The waiting was almost worse than the drive over. You tried not to let your mind race too much about the next steps, but it was practically impossible not to.
Thankfully you saw the concierge stand and leave his desk after only about a minute. A glance at the clock told you that he was leaving his station a little early. You waited a moment to make sure he wasn’t coming back before approaching the desk as casually as you could manage. The phone was sitting within reach, making it easy to call the number.
The line was answered, but no one spoke. The end of the ringing and the click of the connection was the only sign that it had been answered.
“This is Bourbon.” You whispered, holding your hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to avoid any eavesdropping.
“Listen closely.” The usual voice warned before continuing on. “The man inside the room is a suspected arms dealer. You will go inside the room and place the bug near the telephone.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you listened. The little computer chip must be the bug. You were about to ask how you’d manage to do that without getting caught, but he continued.
“You will be posing as a prostitute named Michelle. Tell him that his usual girl, Carla, is sick. If he likes you, he will tell you what to do.”
“Hold on, I can’t…” You interrupted. “I don’t have to… I can’t sleep with him. Do I have-”
“No.” You breathed a huge sigh of relief, but it was short lived. “He likes to watch. If you do not put the bug by the phone, your mission is incomplete and the deal is off.”
Before you could ask anymore questions, the line went dead.
Your hand shook as you hung up the phone, taking steadying breaths as you thought over the instructions you’d just been given.
He likes to watch.
What were you going to have to do, that he’d watch? It was one thing to have to sleep with him, but to perform for him was…
You felt like you were going to be sick, and luckily there was a sign pointing towards the washrooms in the lobby. You made your way towards them, as quickly as you could in the shoes you’d picked for the evening.
You closed yourself in a stall, leaning against the door. The bathroom was empty aside from you, and you could hear your gasping breaths echoing off the tiled walls as you tried to calm yourself.
You repeated the instructions in your head over and over. Place the bug by the phone. Prostitute named Michelle. Carla is sick. You soon found yourself outside of the stall, pacing in front of the sinks, running it all through your head. You wondered how long you’d been in there, but knew you had to stop stalling eventually. This man was expecting Carla… “Michelle” was probably already late.
You caught sight of yourself in the long mirror sitting on the wall. You stared at yourself hard. You didn’t look like a prostitute. At least, not what you assumed a prostitute would look like. You’d seen them on TV, never in real life- to your knowledge, anyway.
The ruffles along the sleeves of your dress had to go. You pulled at them experimentally, hearing a few stitches pop as you did. You took a deep breath and braced yourself as you pulled as hard as you can, the ruffled fabric ripping away from the body of the dress along with part of the sleeve. You tore the rest of the sleeve off and quickly repeated the action on the other arm. It was a good start.
The dress was too long, that was for damn sure. You gripped the skirt of the dress on either side of the hem running up your leg, pulling hard. It held together a bit stronger than the sleeves, but it still split as you tugged at it. You pulled it once more, trying to grow the slit you’d just created. You squeaked as it went further up your thigh than you meant it to, but you supposed it worked for the role you were playing. It wasn’t indecent enough that you would feel completely exposed as you walked through the halls to the room.
You adjusted your breasts, pulling them as high as they would sit inside your bra. Luckily the neckline of the dress was already low - you remembered the day you’d bought it, reasoning with yourself that the plunging neckline was socially acceptable on account of the rest of the dress being fairly modest.
You dug your lipstick out of your purse, applying it more heavily. The red made your lips pop much more than your usual style. Your eyes were already lined with the black eyeliner you had applied and you used some tissue to smudge the line out, making it seem smokier.
Finally, you took some water in your hands and used it to restyle your hair, pushing it back, away from your face and slicking it just slightly. You took a step back to look yourself over.
You looked nothing like the woman who had walked into the hotel, although that was probably a good thing. You looked cheap, especially with the slightly ragged alterations you’d made, which was also a good thing. You struck a pose, biting your bottom lip as you tried to make a sexy face. Honestly, it looked better than you expected, and it gave you a tiny boost of confidence.
You thanked whatever power was listening that you’d worn heels and decent underwear - although the thought made your stomach turn once more, wondering just how much more clothing you’d be shedding tonight. You didn’t think you could handle being naked in front of a man who wasn’t Jack. You prayed to that same power that it wouldn’t come to that.
Shaking the thought from your head, you took the bug from the plastic bag and snuck it into your bra, making sure it was safe and secure in place. With your hands at your chest, you saw your wedding ring glint in the light. You took a moment to stare at it, realizing the weight of what you were doing as you moved to slide it off your finger. It didn’t come off easily, having been on your finger for years without coming off. You had to wiggle it a little, but it came off into your hand. You slipped it onto your right hand, turning the diamond inside your palm. Now, it just looked like a plain band. It would do. With one last deep breath, you picked up your purse and left the bathroom.
It was easy to find the room, following the numbers until they led you to a set of double doors at the end of a hallway. It had to be a suite. You used the key to unlock the door and pushed it open.
It was dim inside the room, barely any light coming in through the windows on account of the rain outside and the only interior light coming from the fireplace. You could see the seating area, but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. You walked inside, taking cautious steps as you looked for the man you would be… well, looking for the man.
There was a large, open archway into another darkened room. You could make out the posts of a huge four-post bed, a few candles sitting on a ledge beside it, as well as the outline of a loveseat on the wall nearest to you. The table in front of it held an ice bucket with a bottle inside, a single glass next to it.
“Hello?” You called. You worried you had taken too long in the bathroom, and that the man had left.
“Hello.” A voice came out of nowhere, making you jump. You turned in the direction you’d heard it from and saw the silhouette of the man sitting near the far window. The candlelight didn’t make it far enough to light him, making it impossible to identify any of his features in the dark.
You composed yourself as you realized he was watching you. You tried to portray confidence as you set your purse down on the loveseat.
“Help yourself to some Champagne.” He instructed, his accent thick. It sounded European, but he hadn’t spoken enough for you to pinpoint where he could be from.
You kept your eyes on him as much as you could as you poured yourself some of the champagne. You could hardly stop yourself from drinking back the whole glass, needing some liquid courage to keep you going. It was already gone when you realized that it might not have been the smartest thing to do. You had no idea who this man was and he could have slipped anything into the bottle. You had drank too fast to even notice if it tasted strange.
You set the glass back on the table, walking further into the room. You stopped beside the bed, hoping your stance portrayed confidence and sexiness as you relayed what you’d practiced over and over in your head.
“My name is Michelle. Carla is sick, but she thought you would like me.” You were proud of how even it came out. The rehearsing had worked.
He was silent for a moment, and you could feel his eyes boring into you even if you couldn’t see his face.
“Let me do the talking.” He ordered, voice smooth. You bit your lip, hoping you hadn’t messed this up already. “Start by unzipping your dress.”
Your mouth went dry as you closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t too scared to have more champagne. You reached behind you, fumbling a little for the tiny zipper hidden in the fabric.
“No.” He stopped you, your eyes popping open. “Turn around. Do it doucement. Slowly.”
You turned around, glad that you wouldn’t have to keep your face straight as you pulled the zipper down your back.
“Good,” he praised as you moved. Goosebumps popped up on your flesh as you exposed more and more of your back to his gaze and the cool air of the room. The zipper was almost all the way down when he told you to slip it off.
You dragged it down your arms, turning to face him once more as it bunched around your chest. You pinned him with a stare that you hoped was more sexy than it was frightened as you let the fabric gather around your waist. You hooked your thumbs into the dress, pushing it slowly over the swell of your hips before it fell to the ground. The goosebumps were all over your body now and you fought not to visibly shiver. He praised you once more as you stepped out of the fabric bunched around your feet.
You clasped your hands in front of you as you waited for his next instructions, hands wringing together.
“Now slide off your nylons.” He told you.
You frowned, looking down at yourself. “I-I’m not wearing any.” You explained.
The man faltered in his seat, his shadow moving. It took him a second to speak again. “Now dance for me.”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, looking up at the ceiling as you began moving your arms and shoulders, snapping along to an imaginary beat 
“No, no, no.” He stopped you quickly. “Dance sexy. Imagine your hands are the hands of your lover, let them touch you the way your lover would.” His accent, which you now suspected to be French, grew stronger as he instructed you. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark enough now that you could see his legs crossed and the way his chin sat on his hand, but still no defining features.
You nodded, closing your eyes as you started to move your hips. It was stiff at first, but as you rested your hands on your hips, you rolled them more fluently. You imagined your hands were Jack’s, sliding them up your waist as you rolled your body. You grazed over the swell of your chest teasingly, moving further up to rest on either side of your neck. As long as you kept your eyes closed, you could think of Jack. Think of the night before when he had made love to you.
You stepped outwards, widening your stance as you began to get into it, bending your knees as you swayed to an imaginary beat in your head. You placed Jack in the chair the man was in, trying to think back to the start of your marriage - the excitement, the want to please each other, the openness to trying new things. You imagined the look on his face as you mentally danced for him.
You ran your hands through your hair, rolling your neck before running your hands back down your body again. You teased the waistband of your panties, imagining the way Jack would have licked his lips at the prospect of you taking them off so soon, but you continued down your legs. You groped your inner things, squeezing the soft warm flesh.
As you rolled your hips, you turned your body so your back was to the man once more. Your hands trailed up over your hips, bracketing your ass as you swayed it back and forth in what you hoped was a tantalizing manner. You moved your hands lower down your legs, bending at the waist and truly putting your ass on display for the man. You felt the chip shift inside your bra, making you snap back upwards to stop it from falling out.
You looked over your shoulder at the man, seeing he was leaning forward slightly. It was working. Feeling emboldened by his interest, you took the post of the bed in your hand. You gripped it, rolling your hips forward as you leaned backwards, arching your back. You lowered yourself back to the ground, bending your knees as you climbed down the frame with both hands.
Once you were nearly on the ground, you bounced up and down slowly as if you were riding Jack. You let go of the post to cup your breasts, subtly checking that the bug was still securely in place. You could feel the tiny chip against your skin. It was a tiny relief.
Turning your attention back to the man, you dropped all the way to your knees, turning and crawling a few feet towards him. You didn’t dare get too close, but you hoped he was enjoying the show, the view of your cleavage.
You bit your lip as you sat back on your haunches once more. Starting at your neck, you slid your hands slowly down your body once more, highlighting all your curves. You closed your eyes, trying once more to imagine your husband in front of you.
You sat back before rolling over, landing a little clumsily on your knees again but facing away from the man. You crawled back towards the bed, making sure to sway your hips. You heard something clatter behind you, but when you stopped to look at the man nothing had changed except his posture. He was leaning in even further, seemingly enthralled in your performance.
You used the frame to pull yourself up to standing once more as you kept gyrating.
With your back to him, you used the post of the bed once more, almost imagining it to be a stripper pole. With one hand on it, you bucked forward and back. You ran your hands in your hair and looked over your shoulder at him.
“Now lie on the bed and close your eyes.”
The request had you stopping dead in your tracks, leaning up against the post. You took a shaky breath, remembering where you were and why you were here. You were here with a mystery man, a potential arms dealer, not your husband.
You sat on the far edge of the bed from him, back to the man as you tried to collect yourself. Your legs felt like jelly, and it wasn’t from the dancing.
“I… I thought you liked to watch.” You stuttered, staring at the phone on the nightstand. You briefly wondered if you could drop the bug next to it and bolt without him realizing what you’d done.
“Now lie on the bed and close your eyes.” He repeated.
You barely bit back a whimper, your eyes closing tightly. You took a deep breath before doing as instructed, scooting to the middle of the bed and closing your eyes as you laid down. The hotel bedding was scratchy against your skin, the sensation amplified with your sight gone. You listened hard for any noise, any clue as to what the man was doing next as you trembled.
You heard him moving, his clothes brushing against the chair as he stood. You tried to calm your breathing, trying to pinpoint his movements around the room. You heard him get closer to you, approaching the bed. He didn’t get on the bed on the side nearest him, instead you heard his footsteps, softened by the plush carpet of the room, round the opposite side of the bed. Your fingers twitched nervously as the bed dipped to your left.
He was silent, not speaking the whole time he moved. Your breath was coming in shallow pants, your nerves absolutely shot as you worried what he would do next. You were so incredibly vulnerable, laying on the bed in nothing but your underwear and heels.
You flinched as something brushed against your forehead. Soft, it trailed down the bridge of your nose. Despite your eyes being closed, you couldn’t stop the want to blink at the sensation. Your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you forced your eyelids to stay closed.
The item trailed farther down your face, over your cupid’s bow and your lips. Breathing in, you could smell something floral, which helped you place the feel of the item. It was a flower of some kind trailing over your skin.
It lifted from your chin before reappearing on your cheek, smoothing over the globe and down your jaw and neck. Your lips parted as you sucked in a deep breath, both from the lack of deep breathing you’d been doing and from the sensation of the delicate petals hitting the sensitive pulse point under your jaw.
The petals’ touch grew feather light as he trailed the flower down over your breast, dragging it down the valley of your cleavage. It disappeared from your skin before it reached your stomach, which was already tense in anticipation of the tickle of the silky petals.
With the light brush of the flower gone, your nerves jumped once more. The flower on your skin had at least been context as to where the man was and what he was doing. You waited for his next move, worrying what he would do to you. You felt the bed shifting beside you as he leaned closer, causing you to hold your breath. You felt his breath flutter across your face a second before his lips pressed to yours. You barely held back your squeak of surprise, freezing as he kissed you. His moustache tickled your nose as his lips, softer than you had imagined, caressed your own, unmoving lips.
You unfroze after a moment, opening your eyes and looking back and forth for something, anything that would help you escape this situation before it escalated any further. The only thing you could see past the shadow of the man’s face was the bedside table next to you, the phone and a lamp sitting on it. The lamp looked heavier, but it was farther. You’d have to reach and see which you could actually get to.
You started moving your lips against his, bringing one hand up to his shoulder as you tried to distract him by participating in the kiss as you reached over with your other hand. You moved slowly, not wanting to alert him of your ulterior motives. You wanted to move faster, wanted to get this man’s lips off of yours. You were thankful he seemed happy taking his time kissing you, his hands and lips not wandering, not trying to explore your body any further.
You felt your fingertips touch the plastic of the phone, your arm almost fully extended. There was no way you’d reach the lamp without moving anymore than you already had. You closed your eyes tightly as you tightened your grip on the phone, preparing to attack. You would have taken a deep breath had you had the space, but you weren’t that lucky. Instead, you counted to three in your head.
One. Two. Three.
Your eyes shot open as you pushed the man back by his shoulder, swinging the phone towards him and hitting him in the face. He leaned over, clutching at his face with a loud groan. You didn’t hesitate, sitting up and hitting him over the back of the head once more.
He fell off the bed and you sprung up. As soon as your feet were under you, you delivered a swift kick to his ribs, an easy target as he was on his hands and knees.
“Bastard!” You screeched at him. He groaned again, cursing as he gripping his ribs.
You didn’t wait to see how incapacitated he was, rushing to where your dress sat on the floor. You picked it up, siling it back on as quickly as you could. You held it up, not bothering to fuss with the zipper as you ran towards your purse.
You started to run towards the door when you remembered why you were even here. You cursed under your breath, digging the chip out of your bra. You had to do this, it was the only way to be done with all this bullshit.
You ran back into the bedroom, avoiding the man as he crawled on the floor in pain. You gave him a wide berth as you passed, sticking the bug behind the lamp. Without even sparing the man another glance, you ran past him once more.
“Shit, darlin’. Wait!” The man drawled, having caught his breath. “Who taugh’ya to kick like that?”
The voice made you freeze, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to stop running. The voice was nothing like the smooth European voice that had been directing you minutes ago. You knew that Southern drawl.
You turned, staring down at the man as he leaned back on his haunches, the candles catching his side and finally showing you his face.
“Jack?!”
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Closer Than That
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Group: Stray Kids
Pairing: Changbin x reader, Jisung x reader, polyamory
Summary: Your best friends happen to be 3racha, but Changbin was your closest friend from childhood. When things start to take a different turn in your relationship, you’re left wondering which way is up.
Word Count: 1,791
Chapter: 12/14
Other Chapters: Master List
Warnings: 18+; sexual content, language
Chapter 12
Changbin was the first to know Jisung broke up with you in a letter. It didn’t sit well with him. He knew Jisung better than anyone and he still couldn’t figure this one out.
He was upset with himself for putting you in this position. If he hadn’t suggested this maybe you wouldn’t be hurting. He was furious with Jisung for hurting you. He was even mad that you waited so long to tell him.
He could sense you weren’t yourself and he thought it was because you were missing him just as much, little did he know you were heart broken. When he finally asked if you had sorted things out with Jisung you told him everything.
Changbin didn’t want to make things worse, but he knew he couldn’t sit on the sidelines. Changbin waited until everyone was exhausted from a day of press and recordings. He pulled Jisung aside on their way into the hotel. Jisung knew exactly what was coming. He felt like an asshole already, but he was about to feel much worse and he knew it.
“A fucking letter?” Changbin tried to keep his voice down but the anger was apparent.
Jisung looked to the ground. Changbin sighed. He knew Jisung wasn’t trying to be a jerk.
“She’s at home without any of us. I can’t even comfort her. You know you’re breaking her heart by doing this?” Changbin spat out everything he was thinking. He was furious and relieved and he missed you. It had been just over five weeks since he’d been able to wrap his arms around you.
“I didn’t have a choice.” Jisung sounded defeated. “I couldn’t keep doing this to her or myself. It would’ve dragged you down too.”
“Doing what?”
“I feel like the outsider, Changbin-ah!” Jisung exclaims as he holds his hands out in defeat. “I went from loving her in secret to loving her on the side line.”
“What if she really loves us the same?”
“Do you accept that?”Jisung’s shoulders slouched further forward if that was possible at this point. He turned to head toward the elevators. Changbin sluggishly followed as he thought about it.
“I want her to be happy.” Changbin said after thinking for a while. The elevator doors closed behind him as he looked at Jisung.
“At the cost of your own happiness? I thought I was going insane. Then I realized I don’t want the left overs. I don’t want..fuck man I don’t know.”
“You don’t want to wonder if you’re the only one who feels that much in the relationship.”
“You feel like that too?”
“I did.” Changbin shrugged. He was silent. Jisung pressed for more. Changbin took a deep breath. The elevator chimed and the doors opened. The young men stepped into the long hallway.
“I thought she loved you and she just pitied me.” Changbin said. Jisung stopped.
“Why?”
“Because she only ever talked about you for a while. She had this way she would get kind of nervous around me when I would get too close or something stupid. She always used to do it. When she really started falling for you, she quit doing it. She was so wrapped up in you.”
They began slowly walking again. Jisung mulled over this new information. He slowed down as they approached his room and decided to follow Changbin to his room instead.
“Then how did you guys even get together?” Jisung shook his head not understanding.
“I don’t give up that easily.” Changbin smirked.
“I’m not giving up.” Jisung defends himself.
“I never stopped what I was doing. It didn’t take long for her cute shy tendencies to return. She would try to deny them, but I saw them.” Changbin tossed his backpack down as he entered his room and turned to face Jisung.
“So?” Jisung leaned against the doorway.
“So, she didn’t stop loving me. She just started to love you too. It is weird sometimes, but it wasn’t the end of the world. If you’re tapping out that’s fine by me. I’ll have her back. But don’t be selfish and try to fuck with this later.”
Changbin’s words played over in Jisung’s head over the next few weeks. He pushed through. What could he do now? He already gave you the letter he was so sure about over a month ago. He hadn’t spoken with you since then and he didn’t think he could repair the damage.
“I don’t know whether to be exhausted or fucking hyped. That show was insane.” Chan laughed and fell back on the couch.
“Fucking exhausted.” Minho collapsed next to him.
“It was insane.” Hyunjin confirmed. “We should be hyped up right now...if I had the energy.” Hyunjin near fainted into one of the chairs.
“You guys are so old.” Jeongin rolls his eyes. He soon falls into the empty chair in closest proximity.
“I can’t wait to get home.” Changbin sighs.
“You want home cooking?” Seungmin questions.
“I want, ______.” He smiles wide.
“Aye, I hear there’s a spot open in your relationship.” Chan laughs.
“Fuck that.” Changbin shakes his head with a small smile.
“Too soon?” Chan questions with the biggest smile. Changbin laughs at Chan.
You were having such an off week, none of your newest suggestions were approved for either of the recent songs you had been working on. You felt defeated. Changbin tried his best to cheer you up via text message and sporadic video calls, but you knew his schedule was so hectic he couldn’t give you too much.
You were hesitant to text Jisung, but you told yourself you agreed with his final request to continue a friendship. He was your go to before all of this mess. You chewed on your fingernails and paced the studio. Maybe Chan would be a better choice, you thought.
You sighed to yourself for the hundredth time and tossed your phone on the couch. You thought better of it. Texting anyone was just going to create an even bigger mess. You’ve had creative blocks before and you can get yourself out of this one.
You called Somin and got voicemail. You decided to walk the building for inspiration instead. You smiled at vaguely familiar faces as you walked the halls. You remembered times with your boyfriend and immediately began to miss him all over again. You were stuck in a vicious cycle and decided to head to the cafe to stuff your sorrows down with sweets.
You put your headphones on and played back the additions to the track that were denied this morning. You made a few notes in the book you keep with you at all times. The piano may need to be used for your own song.
After you ordered a tea you hadn’t heard of before hoping to gain some sort of inspiration, you took a seat at your familiar table. Jisung passed through your mind. You forced the thoughts away. It was hard, but you were getting better at it. You knew they would be home in a few days and you had to figure out how to act normal. Whatever this new normal was.
You scribbled down some words that had been running through your head. Maybe you’ll come back to them when you figure out what to do with that piano. You thanked the waitress who brought your tea and took a sip.
“Blegh!” You nearly spit out the tea and stick your tongue out. You quickly try to recover as the waitress was not too far from your table and quickly turned to give you a look.
You made a mental note never to order that tea again. There was a hint of spice and sweet notes that gave this tea a false pleasurable aroma. It was so very bitter to the taste.
“Tastes like ass doesn’t it?” You look up to see the regular hair stylist that you wanted to hate.
“Honestly, it’s terrible.” You push the mug away.
“I’m Shane.” She holds her hand out to you.
“I know.” You smile. “I’m ______.”
“I know.” She giggles. “I’ve been jealous of you since I found out you were Chan’s best friend.”
“What?” You nearly choke. She, this beautiful dolled up goddess, was jealous of you?
“Seriously.” She took a seat across from you. “Chan is the hottest guy. I don’t know how you can’t melt when you’re around him.”
“He is pretty hot, but he’s seriously my best friend and I don’t know...” you immediately thought about your dream. You could nearly taste him, your dream was so vivid.
“You’ve never thought about it?” She questions.
“I mean..” you clear your throat.
“I knew it!” She laughs.
“You think you could put in a good word for me?”
“He hates being set up.” You laugh at the thought. “Like loathes it.” Shane’s big smile drops and she nods.
“Well thanks anyway?” She got up and left the coffee shop. You weren’t quite sure what that was about but you shrugged it off and gathered your stuff.
You had a few days to prepare for the guys to come home and you decided this place wasn’t where you should be spending you time. Jisung’s name was practically written all over this café.
There was nothing more comforting than your mini home studio. It didn’t have everything the company had of course, but it was nice and a lot of your best ideas came from here.
You took a seat and glanced at the couch thinking of the numerous make out sessions that took up half of your studio time the first month you started dating Jisung.
“Fuck!” You stood up and pushed your chair away. You decided to head to the kitchen and grab some ice cream. You plop down in your favorite spot and watch whatever pops up on TV. You’re going to have one hell of a time when they get home. Might as well mope while you have a chance, you thought.
Changbin dreamed about you on the flight home. His dream was so vivid and he was so happy he was bursting at the seems with joy. He was on a beautiful beach and all the guys were there, Chan and Jisung were right by his side and he heard Chan tell him to relax. Jisung’s hand fell to Changbin’s shoulder for reassurance.
“You know this is the right thing, man.” Jisung said.
“You got this, mate.” Chan affirmed. Changbin nodded at both of them. Taking a deep breath of refreshing sea air. He turned to see you walking towards him. Changbin was not an outwardly emotional man, but when he saw you, his bride, walking towards him he felt tears stinging his eyes.
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I hope you enjoyed!
Stay healthy stay golden. I will catch you on the next episode.
♥️.
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Okay, WHAT is Ted Lasso actually about? I haven't figured it out.
Excellent question anon!  Ted Lasso is a dramatic comedy Apple original TV series made of ten half-hour episodes.  It follows the titular character Ted Lasso who is an American Football coach poached to coach English Premiere Football.  No sooner is this Southern Gentleman American in Paris England style Cinderella stepped foot out of the coach when he is met with wide reproach for being the loach daring to broach becoming a pro football coach despite a complete lack of relevant experience.
To quote the team captain and human personification of anger Roy Kent when met with this absurd situation: “Is this a fucking joke?” 
Only time will tell if our fish out of water coach will sink, swim, belly up float, or choke, and the odds are stacked against him as owner Rebecca Welton is set against his success as part of her revenge plan against her ex husband who is as rich, terrible, old, and white as one of the brother’s Koch.
Rhyming aside, Ted Lasso is a story of an irrepressibly kind and goodwilled man plopped in a hoard of people are dead set against him, and him using said kindness and good will to force and trick everybody into liking him and becoming better versions of themselves.  Ted Lasso is well written, well paced, funny and quick.  It is not a show where nothing bad happens, but nothing so bad happens that you can’t get through it with the right people by your side and on your team.
It is a show for the intersection of sports anime and sitcom fans, for every TV fan who worships at the altar of continuity and who can name individual characters from Parks and Rec citizens of Pawnee and contributes to fandom wikis.  For people who like MILFs, people who are sexually attracted to the mom from the hit Netflix TV series Sexual Education, for people who think they like girl bosses but cringe whenever they actually do something bad because what they actually want is for a confident woman who knows what she wants in a blazer and heels to step on them and for fandom not to demonize a woman the second she does something less than angelic levels of moral purity, for people who are sick of their friends never getting their musical references, for people who are jock theater kids and feel underrepresented. If you are sick and tired of optimism being equated with idiocy, then you should watch Ted Lasso.  If you lament the lack of male tsunderes, you should watch Ted Lasso.  If you tiredly hate miscommunication as a plot device and just want to watch a funny show about some adults who actually know how to fucking communicate and apologize, or if your favorite RomCom is just a clip compilation of the parts of the movie the man from UNCLE where Gabi Teller dunks on Illya Kuryakin like the Roadrunner dunks on Will E Coyote and Illya steams like a tea kettle, you should watch Ted Lasso.  If you think that the hottest thing a man can be is buff, angry, sincerely apologize and admit he was wrong, you should watch Ted Lasso.  If your favorite character of Hades Game was Theseus you should watch Ted Lasso and if you claim your least favorite character of Hades Game was Theseus you should watch Ted Lasso because you are in fact the same people.  If you are the one person who read Check, Please comic because of the wholesome sports, you should watch Ted Lasso.  If you are tired of mean spirited jokes in comedy, you should watch Ted Lasso. And if you want to watch a funny, well written show with plenty of heart and kindness, you should watch Ted Lasso. So go watch it.
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Should I PlagueWatch It?: Series Finale!
In March 2020, I inaugurated on this blog what I said "may but hopefully won't(?) become an ongoing series": Should I PlagueWatch It? Basically, it took the thing Jill and I do best -- watch TV -- and offered our recommendations for what you should watch to get you through the pandemic.
Over a year later, Should I PlagueWatch It? did, indeed, become a series. In addition to the first entry -- HBO's Avenue 5 -- I also did entries on Gentleman Jack, Marvel's Runaways, Alpha House, Never Have I Ever, Jelle's Marble Runs, Making the Cut, and a "roundup" post that covered Billions, Insecure, Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Ultimate Tag, Titan Games, and Holey Moley.
But now, it feels we're finally closing the chapter on the pandemic. Jill and I are vaccinated, my parents came to visit this past weekend, we're seeing friends, the CDC says we can go unmasked. It seems, alas, that all good things must come to an end. And while the pandemic itself is certainly not a good thing, some of us may be feeling a bit bittersweet at the prospect of being expected to interact with other humans rather than sit around and watch Netflix all day.
So to wrap up the series, one more omnibus "quick hits" review of all the shows we PlagueWatched that haven't yet gotten their own entry.
* * * Mild spoilers * * *
Blown Away
Reality TV can be wonderful in its formulaicness. Take a random hobby, find ten people who are pretty good at it, dangle $50,000 in front of them, and bang, you've got a competition show. This one's about glass blowing. I know nothing about glass blowing, but the competitors seem pretty talented to me?
I was impressed at how versatile a medium glass is. I worried when I started the show that the challenges would end up being pretty one note (how many vases can one make?). But the competitors actually made a lot of really cool material!
There's a lot of running and swinging and flailing given that they're handling molten-hot material.  It stressed me out. Also, apparently "glory holes" are an essential part of glass blowing, and nobody made a joke about it.
This show is definitely more in the "everyone likes and supports one another" mold of reality TV compared to the "constant cat fights and 'I'm not here to make friends'" mold. No judgment, just letting you know what to expect.
Sexify
A Netflix series about a young college student with no sexual experience who decides she needs to develop an app to optimize the female orgasm. It's not the most innovative concept, but it works well enough.
Of the core trio, my favorite character is Paulina -- the religious Catholic best-friend who is having (bad) sex with her fiancé and feels guilty about even that sin. She does a lot of great expressive work and has some superb character beats (her popcorn addiction -- just casually munching away while watching porn). 
Speaking of Paulina, at the outset I told Jill she looked like someone and Jill's first guess was "a plainer Emily Blunt" (that's not an insult -- who isn't plainer than Emily Blunt?). It wasn't who I was thinking of, and soon I realized the answer was like six women I've known over the years. So maybe "plainer Emily Blunt" is a more common face than I realized?
The show is in Polish (with subtitles), and I'm very proud that I managed to identify the language as Polish right away (I do not speak a word of Polish).
The musical motif for the show combines one of the catchiest guitar riffs I've ever heard with a sample loop of a woman's sex moans. It fits the show perfectly, but it's a bit awkward to listen to on its own.
Wandavision
You shouldn't need me to tell you about this show. It's good, but my hottest take -- and I stand by it -- is that as an exploration of grief Never Have I Ever does it better and it's not close.
Can we concede that Wanda is the unambiguous villain of the show? With only the barest shift in perspective, Wanda could be the nemesis with an admittedly sympathetic motive. To some extent, I think the show was far too forgiving of her. Motives aside, how different is she from Kilgrave on Jessica Jones?
Poor Emma Caulfield. So much build-up for her character, and it's only a head-fake.
Space Force
I liked it. It's not in the most elite of the elite comedies, and maybe that's the standard when Steve Carrell is the lead, but it was quite funny. That said, I keep on almost forgetting that I watched it, and have no substantive commentary to offer. So take from that what you will.
AOC lookalike alert (the character even gets the nickname AYC -- "Angry Young Congresswoman")!
Mythic Quest
I love that Ubisoft is actually involved in the show (which is set at a game studio producing a popular massively multiplayer online RPG).
Surprisingly, given my love affair with Community, Danny Pudi is one of the least interesting characters on the show.
The actress who plays Poppy isn't the very strongest (though she's improving), but Poppy herself may be my favorite character. Of course, everyone knows I'm a sucker for an Australian accent.
The show has some great characters in side parts who don't get enough attention, like Sue the community manager and Carol the HR director. Also, Aparna Nancherla has a small recurring role in the first season and apparently doesn't come back for season two? I don't get why she keeps getting sidelined like this -- she's funnier than the rest of the cast put together.
Ted Lasso
Good, sweet, endearing, fun. British soccer comedies with heart are a winner for me (Bend It Like Beckham, anyone?).
Ted's estranged wife is played by the same actress who plays Linda in Better Off Ted. This was very strange, though admittedly I'm probably the only person who cared enough about Better Off Ted to notice or care.
Lupin
Dashing gentleman thief who's always a step ahead of his adversaries, except maybe the one nemesis who actually can match him step for step in a constant cat-and-mouse game? Look, it's a cliché for a reason. I'm not going to say Lupin breaks the mold, but it certainly is a well-crafted entry into the mold.
If there is anything innovative, it's how Lupin particularly leverages stereotypes about race and class to maneuver more freely in certain spaces (e.g., he can smuggle himself into prison because the guards can't tell him apart from another inmate -- sad commentary, but useful for Lupin!).
It did do something I hate, which is release "half a season" and just leave the audience hanging at the end. Maybe it was the pandemic's fault, but one could really feel its incompleteness.
Kim's Convenience
Of the Canadian shows I've been watching, I'd say Working Moms (not in this post because it is pre-pandemic) is the stronger of the two. But this is fun as well.
It just got cancelled, unfortunately depriving it of the chance to wrap up its single greatest storyline (that's been ongoing since season one). That's a real, real shame.
Simu Liu as Jung is the latest iteration of the Jason Mendoza trend of "dumb male Asian hottie leads". I guess it's a blow against stereotypes?
Pastor Nina also could be an AOC lookalike. I think the show struggled a bit to draw a bead on her character.
Legomasters
I actually mentioned this show in my post about Jelle's Marble Runs, but it is such a joy to watch. I can't wait for season two, which is dropping very soon. For pure, simple, uncomplicated happiness, Legomasters beats out everything on this list.
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Something for Everyone (unless you liked Jadzia) in S7 DS9!
by Ames
How exactly does one pick top and bottom episodes from a clump that’s mostly serial? A Star to Steer Her By found a way! It’s a strange final season of Deep Space Nine that’s split almost evenly between the ongoing storyline of the show and a bunch of episodes to pad for time while the writers created that ongoing storyline for the show.
Read on below for our bests and worsts of season seven, which you can also listen to at our absurdly long series-wrap podcast episode here (jump to timestamp 1:38:05 for the season discussion), where you can hear the bonus tops and bottoms of fan-favorite guest star Liz and also the full series ratings!
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Bottom Three Episodes
This season really suffers from some characters regressing hard as if they didn’t make any development over the course of the show. Some regressed so hard, they basically restarted the character (oof, too soon…).
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“Afterimage”: Chris Quick! We’ve only got a couple episodes to establish Ezri as a character because we were huge dicks to the last Dax and killed her off. Let’s rush through showcasing this new Dax in a barely formed plot mostly spent treating her like a sex object. Check, check, and check!
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“Take Me Out to the Holosuite”: Ames, Caitlin Season 7 is all about wrapping up the Dominion War arc, but let’s pause that for two weeks to have a goofy baseball game that is entirely lifted from every other TV show, to wash all the sci-fi off the show, and to just crack jokes that don’t land. That’s strike three; you’re outta here!
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“The Emperor’s New Cloak”: Caitlin, Jake Mirror universe episodes tend to always feel like fanfic as it is, but our final trip through the looking glass basically said “Hold My Beer.” The whole thing felt like a checklist of in-jokes, some tropey character nonsense, and even more objectifying women to round it off!
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“Extreme Measures”: Ames, Caitlin Julian goes full hypocrite in this not-even-a-little-bit-surreal mindtrip when he kidnaps and tortures Sloan, gets him absolutely killed, and takes a whole episode for a boring brain adventure. This is not the Julian we thought we knew, and it’s a shame.
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“Chrysalis”: Chris, Jake And that’s not even the worst thing Julian has done lately! He has fully reverted to his sleazy season-one self, grooming women so he can date them, performing surgeries on them to “fix them,” and still somehow making everything about him. Gross, Julian. Gross.
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“Field of Fire”: Ames, Chris, Jake One thing we can say about our new Trill character is at least she’s consistent… because every single time we do a Trill episode, it’s entirely contradictory of all the preceding Trill episodes to the point of confoundment! Joran is the worst he’s been and what even is this new overpowered weapon?
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On the flip side, this season also benefits from how varied its episodes are that it really does somehow have something for everyone, especially if you love you some schlock!
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“Take Me Out to the Holosuite”: Chris Sigh. Chris likes doofy, fillery episodes and I’m not even going to try to parse why this time. The uniforms looked good, I guess? That must be it. If you like doofy, fillery episodes and aren’t bored to tears by baseball, then this episode… has some good uniforms for you.
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“Once More Unto the Breach”: Jake We love us a good Klingon episode and this one’s got a lot to sink your teeth into. It was an excellent send off for the long-established character of Kor, it reflected on some of the less honorable elements of Klingon culture, and Worf got to put his knife skills on display!
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“Badda-Bing Badda-Bang”: Caitlin Heist episodes of the world, take note! This is how you pace and tell a concise, interesting, coherent, and clever heist story. Placement in the middle of the war arc aside, this episode gave us some great acting, costumes, music, film techniques, the works! Badda bing!
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“The Siege of AR-558”: Chris, Jake We’ve also got a straight-up war episode featuring some tense ground patrol action, horrifying new weapons, and Quark with a gun! Also we see actual consequences for characters’ actions! What Star Trek so far has ever given us that before?
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“Treachery, Faith, and the Great River”: Ames, Jake Proving that two Jeffrey Combses are better than one, this episode doubles your Weyouns and gives us some excellent Vorta time that really kicks you in the feels. It would take a bunch more Weyouns to reach the level of this excellent story. Those are our demands, Star Trek; get on it.
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“The Changing Face of Evil”: Ames, Caitlin One of the absolute highlights of the big honkin’ ten-part finale is the Dukat-Winn relationship you never realized you needed. The hottest elements of which are all on display in this episode in particular, which are all pretty drool-worthy, but the most props go to Louise Fletcher for totally selling every moment.
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“It’s Only a Paper Moon”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris This episode achieves the impossible: It gives us some really genuinely good Vic Fontaine. All the credit, of course, does go to Aron Eisenberg for his really touching and complete characterization of post-traumatic stress disorder. Thank you, ensign Nog, for being such a treasure.
So that’s all the season-by-season bloodwine we can spill on Deep Space Nine. We’re sad to leave the station and take our final look at the wormhole, but there’s also the full series top and bottom fives to celebrate and lament, respectively. Watch this page for more, listen to weekly episodes at our home on the web on Soundcloud, follow us on Facebook and Twitter, and tell the prophets to stop it with all the baseball already!
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Hey congratulations on your big milestone! Could I get a NSFW MLQC Gavin where MC is teasing him? Thank you~
YESSSSSSS! Let’s work that sweet, sweet, GOOD man over…
Thanks for requesting this as part of my follower celebration! Please accept my apology that this is so far beyond the expected end date of those posts. And please enjoy! Cut is for content, mind the ask if you’re going to read it.
She does this thing sometimes where she goes into coquette mode, and it is right out of my fantasies the hottest thing I can imagine...
She does this thing sometimes where she goes into coquette mode, and it is right out of my fantasies the hottest thing I can imagine. She really plays it up, arms tight against her breasts to push them together, fanning herself with a hand or piece of mail as she tilts her head back, standing on one leg while she slowly touches the sole of her other foot. It’s a calculated presentation of carelessness, when of course that could not be more wrong. She’s naive in some ways, and she’s gullible by nature, but she’s not stupid; she’s the result of a sheltered upbringing. At any rate, now she’s several years away from when we met and several years away from that upbringing, and there are times when she deliberately plays the minx.
And it is so fucking hot.
There’s something about the layers of it. She knows she’s presentable (she’s called herself that! ridiculous) but doesn’t think she’s gorgeous, she knows she is flirting but we both know it’s not 100% sincere in terms of confidence. It’s an act, it’s a bit like roleplay, I guess.
God, last year for Halloween she dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood and we roleplayed that so straight we didn’t even make it to her office party, and then we were so busy growling and moaning and making a show of ignoring her phone ringing. So hot. She’s so damn hot.
She did this slow flirting thing earlier today, and we both had the day off and didn’t have to be anywhere, so I let her. All day long. And those hours were apparently what she needed to warm up to more confident flirting. Whatever put us where we are now, I’m not complaining. How’s a man to complain when the woman of his dreams is grinding on him, openly but softly, the perfect mix of deliberately sexy over naturally shy? Her body keeps mine on the mattress, her knees on either side of my waist. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no better place to be trapped than between the flex of her thighs.
“What’s the password?” she asks, voice so breathless I feel my own thighs flex. She sounds like she’s been carried away by this as much as I have. It was slow going getting here, and the payoff has already been incredible.
I want to play along, but I have no idea what she’s suggesting. “Uhh… I don’t know,” I admit, pushing my hips up at her. Her pajama shorts expose a lot of leg, and when my hips bump hers forward she slides her hands onto them as she moans, quietly but openly, and pushes back. I’m plenty hard enough for both of us to feel it. “You gonna give me a hint?”
She hums and makes cute show of thinking it over. “Okay,” she says, “A hint.”
But she doesn’t give me one. She moves her hips like she is riding me, but she’s so far up my dick is behind her, pressing against our pajamas every time she rubs me with her ass. Maybe she’s farther away from that sheltered upbringing than I thought. The hottest part of that thought is that she’s comfortable with me– I want her to feel the way I do, that this is natural and good. Better than good.
“Where’s my hint?” I ask, sliding my hands up her legs until my palms are around her hips. I don’t move her, I just cup her as she moves, and it hits me that while I of course want to fuck her, I don’t really want to control her at all, I want her to find her pace. If more teasing is what that takes, I’m game. I nursed a crush on this woman for years, I can wait another hour or so.
Not too much more than that, but at least an hour.
She just hums and smiles at me, sweet as a lemon drop, as she moves her hands to her chest. This kind of show– it’s not something my body was built to withstand. She lifts her breasts through her tank top and the suggestion of the shape of her nipples suddenly becomes definite, then more still as she pinches the way I like to. That nearly spanks me against her ass. She smiles a little deeper, but doesn’t stop.
She never gives me a hint, but after several minutes of incredibly erotic teasing, she leans down to kiss me. Or so I think. She comes close enough, but pushes my face to the side with her nose so she can get to my ear.
“There isn’t really a password,” she whispers. “Hurry up.”
I don’t like taking it slow nearly as much as I like it when she’s bossy in bed, so it’s my pleasure to oblige, finally moving her by the hips and then using a hand to free myself and pull those skimpy shorts of hers over.
“Or maybe,” she drawls, “you wanna watch tv?”
I think it’s fair she get teased back at this point. I don’t press inside, but I know exactly where her clit is and what pressure she likes, so I give it to her without answering her question. Her squeal turns into giggles even as I continue, but I can’t mind the spell being broken. She’s still more alluring than I can handle, some days.
“I do not want to watch tv,” I tell her, slipping her wetness up and bumping against her clit. The way she’s shivering is fantastic reward for enduring her day-long marathon of teasing.
“Not even a cop show?” There’s more silliness than seduction in her voice, so I just kiss her and find the spot where I can push inside, just until she does that quick gasp. It’s even better when she does it into my mouth-- learn something new every day.
“Not even close.” And then I push inside her properly, and we both groan at the feel of getting what we wanted after flirting with the idea of it for so long.
I don’t need to hold her shorts aside any more, so I slip my hand into her hair and she holds my face while she kisses me.
“Not--letting you go anywhere,” I tell her between kisses. The air around us is hot and what manages to fit between our bodies is even hotter. Sweat from my chest and hers makes her tank top drag that extra bit as we move, and it’s heaven.
“Not letting you go anywhere,” she says. That’s heaven.
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10.14 - Spoilers
Random thoughts, no particular order.
Danny has some workdays off. He sits in a bar, at 10 am, alone, watching TV. I haven't decided yet if this is a sad picture or if Danny's having a good time, some me-time, away from the normal daily routine… I really don't know. Maybe he's somehow heartbroken over Grace being at college, far away from home, far away from her Danno. It might be all about a dad who must get used to the fact that his daughter grows up. And that hurts, a lot, especially Danny. He's a great dad. Because Danny doesn't look relaxed in this first scene at the bar, more like deeply immersed in serious thoughts. So maybe his face expresses all about the changes in his life he can't stop from happening.
Steve's worried about Danny and I know he has his reasons. So, it really might all be about Grace and college and moving away from home. Steve's looking out for his boy the only reason for his early call to check up on Danny. Okay, I mean Danny must have left the house around what time? 8:30 am? 9:00 am? Something like this? So, he's seen Steve just a moment ago, had a cup of coffee with him. He even petted Eddie before he went to drive off to this bar. And Steve is separated from Danny for how long exactly? For about 2 hours tops? Before Steve decides it's time for a call, to touch base, making sure he's fine. I mean…this, yeah, this is what I live for.
Steve calls Danny, asking him how he's doing. And it's not anywhere near lunchtime but Steve asks Danny to join him, to grab a bite to eat for lunch. Danny has this day off and Steve can't stand the thought thinking Danny might overthink things, having a bad time, a somber mood. Whatever. Anything is good enough to pretend it's all about caring instead of admitting he only wants to hear Danny's voice. Steve's worried, he misses him…
(Damn, right this moment, in the middle of writing this text there's some other thoughts popping up…GAHH!)
How could I forget about that? OHmYGoD! Steve has just had this awful moment with Eddie! He was terrified Eddie might die on that highway, disorientated, run over by a car. Steve's all shaken up emotionally. He can't really admit that fact to himself, not yet at least, only later when the vet is there with him…I got a little of that myself today – talking about anxiety… So, the call to Danny is also to calm Steve down from the recent, shocking events because Eddie is much, so much more than just a dog to him.
Eddie is the main supporting pillar of Steve's fragile world he hides in his heart and his shattered, scarred soul. Steve is still upset and who does he call? Danny.
He calls, just as Danny would have called him and he checks up on his boy. What a great, tender, comforting moment. Steve doesn't see Danny at work due to his short time-out, though Danny still lives at Steve's place (…if he hasn't forgotten his key…) and Steve sees him in the evening for sure but he wants to eat lunch with Danny although he knows Danny is off to have some good time with whatever he's coming up with. The call Steve gives Danny is similar to the one Danny gave Steve in 10.01, exactly the same. I love this continuity. Warms my heart and the inside of my body down to my little toes.
Danny and the unknown, sexy woman. She's a natural beauty. I love everything about her. From her hair to her fair skin, down to her curvy, hot as hell body, to the way she's dressed, wearing the badassery-is-my-first-name tag like she invented also sensuality. I appreciate the absence of heavily put-on make-up. She's gorgeous and perfect. What a woman!! Whoa, she's freaking hot! And so damn far away from Danny's comfort zone, it makes me want to bite something. That pick-up scene where she just entered the bar to catch up on Danny was a total turn-on, so special, totally out of the ordinary, so hot! Holy shit! This sexy brunette plays with Danny and makes one hot move on him after the other.
God, she's so sexy, full of sass and wits and she swaggers into the bar and within seconds she hits on Danny and it knocks me off my feet with the wave of passion and lust and joy of life breezing my way. Bow chica bow wow!
Danny goes with the flow. How could he not? Steve is still important, and he takes the call. Danny would never not take a call from Steve. But after that Danny's world spins out of control. This woman seduces him into a state where Danny's cock rules his body. They go and have a hot fuck in the woman's bathroom of that bar! Danny stumbles into a tiny, confined space with no windows and only walls around him and he's fine! I have a great live-sex-movie in my head with Danny having this impromptu sex and that's why I have to use other words! Let’s be dirty! He bangs her, right there, from behind, and Miss Sexy-and-Brunette has one palm spread wide against the mirror, and with her other hand she clamps the rim of the counter to catch the heavy snaps of Danny's hips against her ass. God, they watch each other in the mirror, Danny takes her from behind, face red and flushed from arousal and joy and a tiny bit embarrassment that he even sees himself fucking a stranger in a public toilette. A hookup, not even knowing her name and she lifts her skirt and pulls her panties aside to let Danny glide into her wet, hot pussy. Jesus!
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I mean, what the hell? (I love Danny’s wet spots under his armpits on his shirt after the sex, that's a great detail.)
The absolute cutest thing happens afterward. Danny has never done this before..just savor this...Danny has never fucked a stranger in a bathroom. He’s not so adventurous and this all-in now or never guy and it shows a tiny bit in the way of his movements which aren't all that confident, just a tiny bit insecure but the desire is there, burning like a wildfire. I mean the red-kissed, sore skin on the sexy brunette’s throat makes my knees go weak.
We know how Danny approaches his women, not like this. He's very much hesitant, insecure, shy, careful, cautious that this event right there with Miss Sexy-and-Brunette?? This renders me damn speechless. Wow! I'm sure Danny calls her (the unknown, sexy woman he just had sex with) Vivienne in his head. I see him whispering hot nonsense in her ear while he comes inside her, and her eyes grab his gaze and lock on. She's so damn self-confident. Who had the condom? That had to be Miss Sexy. I really don't think Danny plans such an act on purpose. He has never done this before!! And he's a bit shaken from his courage and he's so damn sexy with this touch of shyness and the way he speaks to her afterward, coaxing her into giving her a lift…wow, man, Danny's such a hot a stud when he sets his passion loose!
I have no idea if they had had a chance for a relationship. It wasn't the question anyway. But Miss Sexy-and-Brunette is from the East Coast, she loves Jersey, she gets movie/baseball/football (?) quotes. She knows 'Romeo's'…she's such a great gal and I literally can see Danny falling in love iwith her just because she so very different compared to his previous women. She's a wild one and I'm not so sure if Danny could have handled her. Really, I'm not so sure. But she sounds perfect.
Everything that happens afterward seems to be fate, just bad luck, even if it kills you as a viewer, you can't turn back the clock. It's so terribly heartbreaking and this strong, incredible woman dies without telling Danny her name. She's outstanding and a tough she-warrior till the end. She fought so hard, she was so brave and everything...but it wasn't enough. God, I cried for both of them.
Danny had the hottest adventure in the morning because of her, Miss Sexy-and-Brunette and because of her asking him questions about his life Danny came up with some damn honest answers.
For example, Danny told her that Hawaii isn't the worst place to be. He said 'Hawaii 'grows on you'. Or when 'Vivienne' asks about Danny's reason for being in that bar and he answers the reason might be his ex-wife. And Rachel comes up and we get to know that Danny and she tried to make it work and they failed, again. As Danny said, they're better off as friends. So, Rachel's out of the picture. Hopefully forever.
But Life has other plans and this wonderful, sexy morning turns in another haunting, dark, life-sucking event. Danny relives a terrible nightmare – the one where his partner Grace got shot, that day 9/11, right next to him and he couldn't save her. It happens again that a woman dies in his hands. The circumstances are brutal. Danny has experienced paradise and heaven, love and passion, despair and bone-deep grief within hours. He's a mess. He can't deal with anything at the moment. He had it, this spark and it's gone, forever lost, seconds later.
And what’s with Steve? There's also some heavy shifting on the emotional side happening. He opens up to his ohana and we get some deep insights into his heart and his well-guarded feelings because of Eddie. He's honest with the vet-lady and it hurts my heart to know his job always comes first like as if he has no idea how to create a personal life. He would want a relationship with someone, but he can't fit it into his life and the vet-lady wasn't as important as it had to be to make it happen.
In the end, Danny and Steve are single again. They try hard to make things work, but it's not happening. Steve needs Eddie to get through his days and his ohana is always there for him. It breaks my heart how much everyone loves Eddie. Eddie has gone through the same war terror as Steve and neither of them came out sane and healthy. Both of them carry a heavy, invisible burden and that ties the bond between them even tighter.
Steve is going to break down when he gets to know what happened to Danny while he was hat home. God, he’s going to be a mess, too.
At the end of the day, Steve will do everything in his power to be there for Danny. They end up sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and helping one another to get through this mess that is life and love. But they always have each other. Danny lives at Steve's, Danny's single again, Steve's also single and one day, I'm sure of it, one day they stop being so stubborn and they will kiss and snuggle on the couch and they know they'll grow old together because they love each other deeply and uniquely.
There are so many more details. But again, let’s stop here. Thanks so much for reading!
Season 10 is quite outstanding. Great episode. It was poetic, sad, heartbreaking cinema.
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