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I am so sorry to bother you and I have no idea If you’ve answered this before, I tried looking but couldn’t find it, but whats like the run down on what actually happens during devils night in the book? Like what do the four horsemen do? I’ve yet to read the books as I’m already reading a different series but I can literally not find any info on what they do on the night. Feel free to ignore this lol

Yeah, no worries! You're not a bother at all. I've never done a complete run down of what happens. I can't tell if you're asking for like a general idea or a complete break down of the series. Message back if you're looking for something more detailed.

The general idea of Devil's Night, which is not something that originated with this series, is that on the night before Halloween, these kids go out and preform, for the most part, harmless but extreme pranks.

To give a full run down of the events in all four books, keeping in mind that the last one is 650+ pages, would be too much for any one person to do in a single post. I don't even remember all the major plot points or order of evens from Hideaway and Kill Switch.

If you have specific questions that would be considered spoilers, feel free to ask. I have no problem spoiling things.

All four books have the same basic tropes: second chance romance w/ enemies-to-lovers (depending on your definition of enemies), where the mml is seeking revenge for a perceived wrong.

The books:

should be read in series order, as each book builds on what happened in the previous book, with new characters introduced.

are dual povs, and told in a past and present format, with an the chapters from past and present timeline overlapping each other; All events in the books takes place in the month of October, with the climax of events taking place on Devil's Night or around then.

feature sharing/multiple partner scenes, but end with the main couple together (the HEA is up for debate in the fandom, but it's intended to be HEA).

Overview:

The Horsemen are four friends from Thunder Bay, a small affluent town in the Northeastern part of the US. They attended Thunder Bay Prep, and where known for being the best players on the school's basketball team. Some time during their school years, they started the tradition of Devil's Night, where they and their schoolmates spend the night partying and playing pranks. In the series, the Horsemen take the lead in planning and arranging the pranks and events, usually by themselves, letting others join later for the party. They're generally supported by others in the community, barely chastised by law enforcement. Rule of thumb seems to be, as long as they don't kill someone, it's mostly just a fun night that ends in a revelry and sex for those who join in the festivities.

Summary: In Corrupt, the series starts when three of the four Horsemen are released after spending 2.5 years in prison. They were sentenced after pleading guilty when evidence of some of their "pranks" (read as: actual crimes) was released online. They first seek revenge from Rika, former schoolmate and family friend, who they believe to be the source of the leak. But as an intense attraction between the leader of the Horsemen, Michael, and Rika is reignited, new information comes to light that makes them question everything they've been told. From there a new enemy emerges.

In Hideaway, Kai, is he is trying to rebuild his life. At the same time, he is trying to track down their new enemy, who knows some disturbing secrets about him. His efforts reunite him with, Banks, a girl he knew for only one night in his senior year of high school, but with whom he had an extraordinary connection. Banks has a questionable connection to his enemy, and Kai finds it in his best interest to keep her close while looking for more information. During this time, their feelings for each other resurface and in the end they're faced with choosing who they'll prioritize.

In Kill Switch, Damon returns to the spotlight in Thunder Bay when he marries the corrupted former mayor's daughter - just not the one he was sent to prison for sexually assaulting and who has been the object of his obsession since he was eleven, Winter. Damon and Winter met each other as children, when an accident left her blind. She returns to Thunder Bay years later for high school, where Damon takes advantage of her blindness to insert himself into her life. He quickly becomes her confidant and rock. Despite not knowing the identity of her new friend, Winter falls in love. Until she's told the truth. Winter knows that everything that happened between them was consensual, and that the sexual assault charge was because she was underage when he recorded one of their times together. However, she couldn't bring herself to admit it then, and she'll be damned if she gives in him now. However, Damon is a threat, but he's a threat she's never been able to fully resist.

In the final installment, Nightfall, Emory Scott, former classmate of the horsemen and Will's crush, is abducted from her life in San Francisco, and wakes up in a secluded house with five men. Will has been missing from Thunder Bay for over a year. He's in a place few know; a place meant for rich young men who are embarrassments to their public families. While his friend's were growing up, becoming parents and business owners, Will lost himself in drugs, booze, and sex. Locked in a house with men she knows nothing about, except that they're criminals of some kind, Emory looks to Will to be an ally. Only Will wants nothing to do with her, and it's all because lies she told, and how he blames her for the years he spent in prison.

However, nothing with this series is as it seems. There are mysteries and surprise reveals, plot twists galore - some good, some. . . not so good. It's not a perfect series; most readers don't love all of the characters, but say that there was something addicting about the series nonetheless. It's interesting world, and a fun ride to turn your brain off while reading.

Hope this helped. Thank you.

[ultravioletbrit]

“salt” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 318 words

James walks in the door and hears soft sniffles coming from the living room. He rushes in to find Regulus sitting on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. James immediately rushes to his side and takes Regulus in his arms. Regulus melts into him instantly, crying on his shoulder.

“Love, what’s wrong?” James asks, worry clear in his voice.

Regulus doesn’t answer, just starts crying harder.

“Regulus, you’re scaring me, you have to tell me what happened.”

“He… he… he died.” Regulus sobs and all the blood rushes from James’ face as worst case scenarios run through his head.

“Who died?” James asks cautiously and terrified.

Again, Regulus doesn’t answer, he just picks up a book from beside him and drops it in James’ lap.

“Regulus?” James is still panicked but also confused.

“My… my fa… my favorite character… he… he died!” Regulus says through hiccupping sobs.

“Regulus…” James says softly while breathing a sigh of relief.

“James, he died! He just… he just… out of nowhere… he just died.” Regulus leans into James even further and James wraps him in his arms.

“Regulus, I love you, but you just scared the shit out of me, love.” James tells him. “You do know these characters aren’t real, right?” James doesn’t mean to be insensitive, he knows Regulus loves these characters. But James genuinely thought someone they know just died.

Regulus pulls away from James with a look of utter betrayal on his face.

“Way to rub salt in the wound, James!” He lets out another sob.

James pulls him back into his arms.

“I’m sorry, love.” James rubs Regulus’ back in a soothing motion. “Do you want to tell me about the character?” James asks softly.

James listens to Regulus tell him all about his favorite character as he tries to regulate his breathing and get his heart rate back to a normal pace.

[ask-the-meteor-crew]

Gamzee, what do you do all day? Other than answering us of course. I know I hate being cooped up alone. Do you draw? Read?

GAMZEE: IT’S NOT FINISHED

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[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 4: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, again.. SUPER ICKY

A/N: More somno ♥︎

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"Hey, König." You smiled as you stepped into his apartment.

"There’s mein liebling. Been waiting for you to stop by all day. Where have you been?" He asked you.

"Busy with classes." You sighed and walked over to his couch, flopping down on it and kicking off your shoes.

"I see." He hummed and followed after you, settling down right next to you.

"Can we cuddle?" You suddenly asked him, and he gave you a look.

Afterall, it's been days since you asked for your daily affection from him.

"Now? Something happened?" He asked you.

You looked back at him.

"What? No."

"Then, why do you want to cuddle all of a sudden?"

"I can't just want to cuddle? We cuddle all the time!" You uncharacteristically scoffed (like a brat, König thought as his cock hardened in his pants) and crossed your arms.

"With the way you've been acting lately, I'm not so sure." He sarcastically replied in a light tone, clearly teasing you.

"Acting weird?" You feigned ignorance, prompting König to sigh heavily at your reply.

"You've been ignoring my texts, not answering my calls. You come to my door only when you want something." He pointed out, and you bit your lip.

"That's not true.."

"Oh, really?" He asked, walking towards you and sitting down next to you.

"You can't deny it, liebling.."

"What does it matter, anyway? I'm here now, aren't I?" You rolled your eyes.

"I want an answer, liebling. Why have you been ignoring me?"

"Because.."

"Because why, (Y/N)?" You huffed at his question and pouted as you adjusted your sitting position on his couch.

"The lady told me," You started, and König looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Mrs. Ligham? 318?" You looked at him, waiting for his reply.

"What did she say?" He asked you.

"She... She says you're not what you seem.." König subconsciously gritted his teeth as he flexed his jaw.

People were onto him already?

"And why would that bother you?" He asked you defensively, and you shook your head.

"It doesn't!"

"You're upset. Why would you be upset if it didn't bother you?" He sighed and scooted closer to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your waist.

"Hase, Mrs. Ligham is a nosy old woman." He explained, "She doesn't know anything."

"But-"

"No buts. She doesn't know a thing." He pulled you into his lap before you could even protest. Alas, you never really initiated the act but you never really objected it neither.

The atmosphere was awkward as you were lost in your thoughts, contemplating his words.

"...You're right. You're like a father to me and that's all I care about." You finally said, giving König a small smile which prompted the older man to smile back in relief.

“Good. Don’t let others ruin your happiness, okay? You know I care about you a lot, liebling,” He rubbed comforting circles onto your back.

“I know, König.. Thank you, you always know what to say.” You snuggled closer to him.

The two of you shared a moment of comfort together before König broke the silence.

"Then, how are you feeling now, liebling?" He asked.

"Fine." You answered.

"I've been worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately." He told you.

"I'm fine now." You assured as you snuggled up against his chest.

"Good. I'm glad, hase,”

"Me too." You smiled, and König hugged you closer.

"Would you like to stay the night?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Movie night and takeout again?" You asked.

"Of course." He agreed, "Anything you want, hase."

"You always take such good care of me, König.." You smiled.

"You deserve it." The older man hummed and pulled you close, hugging you tightly and enjoying the warmth.

"Mm, I love your hugs.." You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

———

König loved how gullible and trusting you were, and he was grateful for it.

No matter how many times you woke up with a crusty sheen covering your pussy or how mysterious bite marks would show up on your thighs, you were blind to it all, always brushing off the signs and continuing on with life.

Sometimes, when you were sleeping, König would snap pictures of your naked form, or take pictures of his cock buried in your tight heat. His collection easily had over two hundred pictures, and he could have probably added another hundred or so if he really wanted to.

"M'sleepy..." You mumbled out, dizzy from the alcohol.

Of course, it was spiked. Courtesy of your beloved König as always~

"Let's get you to bed, then." He purred and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his room.

König placed you on the bed, your cute sundress that you wore to class earlier already halfway off as he stripped the rest of the way.

"Mmm... König.." You purred and rolled over onto your back, reaching your arms out towards him, not even realizing that you were naked in his presence.

"Come here.." You giggled.

"Patience, liebling." He hummed and grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of your naked form.

"Look at you.." He cooed, and you blushed.

"I'm sleepy.." You pouted, and he chuckled.

"Not too sleepy, I hope.." He purred, and you rolled over onto your stomach.

"Mmm... You always smell so good, König..." You purred, your legs squirming slightly as you tried to keep yourself awake.

"Thanks for always looking out for me.." You smiled sleepily at him before nodding off.

König couldn't help the smile on his lips as he watched you fall asleep, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You're welcome, liebling." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His thick fingers already working on lightly pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples.

"Mmm.." You sighed happily, shifting slightly and leaning into his touch.

"So perfect.." He moaned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

"So beautiful."

You were so out of it and sleepy that König knew he could have done just about anything to you and you wouldn't have woken up.

And that was the most exciting part.

"Mmm.. So tired.." You mumbled, and König kissed down your spine, his gloved hands rubbing at your sides.

"Rest, liebling." He soothed.

"You'll need the energy for later." He unbuckled his belt, his pants coming down quickly and his cock already rock hard.

Your head lolled to the side as you slowly drifted off, König moving his gloved hand down between your thighs and pushing them apart.

"So perfect, hase.." He growled softly, "Always keeping this pussy pretty for me.."

König slid his finger over your wet slit, making you moan in your sleep.

"You're soaking wet.." He chuckled and slipped his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out.

"You must be dreaming about me.."

You shifted and sighed in content, your pussy clenching around his finger as he added another one.

"Or maybe someone else."

König's fingers worked in and out of your tight heat, making you whimper softly in your sleep.

"Not sure I like the idea of that, hase.." He hummed, "Maybe we should take care of that."

König pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing at your clit, and you whined and moaned in your sleep, your body trembling.

"Go on, hase. Cum for me." He ordered, and you moaned softly.

“Mmm.. K-Kö.. Ah! König~” König smirked. Now you’re definitely dreaming about him.

"You can do it, mein hase."

A soft cry escaped you as your orgasm washed over you, your back arching and hips rolling into his hand.

"There we go.." He smirked, "See? Isn't that much better?"

He pulled his fingers from your heat, sucking on them.

"Delicious as always, hase~”

König lined his cock up with your entrance, his fingers still in his mouth, and pushed into you.

"Fuck, so tight.." He groaned.

König's large hands were quick to grip your hips as he started thrusting, his cock pounding into you slowly.

"Mm... Fuck, hase.." He moaned.

His pace was slow and deep, and you whimpered each time he pushed inside.

"I'm going to fill you up so well, liebling." He promised.

"Such a pretty pussy."

Your body trembled in your sleep, and König moaned as he felt you clench around him.

"So warm.." He groaned and kept thrusting, his hand moving to rub your throbbing clit.

"Mmm, come on, hase.."

His thrusts became faster and deeper, and you gasped in pleasure, moaning as his cock slammed into you.

"So good, mein Y/N. Your body remembers me, hm? That's a good girl.." He praised.

"Fuck.." König's hands gripped your hips as he continued to fuck you, his cock sliding in and out of you easily.

"You're mine, liebling. You just don't know it yet..”

You whimpered and moaned softly in your sleep, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick length.

“But that’s okay~ Your König is more than happy to convince your body that you’re mine. It’ll be easier in the long run this way afterall, right mein liebling?” He chuckled as you clenched around his cock at his question- As if subconsciously responding to him.

“Good girl.. Even your body knows you want this~” He kept on pounding your pussy, burying every inch of his fat cock in your tiny abused pussy.

Dreaming of him in your vulnerable state, your body could only take thrust after thrust as he sped up his movements to chase his end.

"Just a little more.." He panted.

König fucked you harder and faster, his cock slamming into you and stretching your walls. Your tits bounced each time his hips collided with yours, and he couldn't help but lean down and bite your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

"Mine.." He growled and slammed into you once more, cumming deep inside of you.

"My little hase.." He grunted as he slowly pulled out.

"So good, liebling.."

He pulled his cock from you, letting his cum dribble out of you and onto the sheets.

"So pretty.." His fingers gently pried open your red and abused hole.

"Look at you, mein liebling. All filled up and dripping with my seed~"

König licked his lips and reached for his camera by the bedside, snapping a picture of your leaking pussy.

"My beautiful hase." He sighed dreamily and took a couple more photos, making sure to get a good shot of his cum oozing out of your hole.

"You'll definitely feel this tomorrow, won't you, hase?" He mused and gently rubbed your swollen pussy.

"I think you’ll need some extra attention tomorrow, hm?" A sadistic smirk formed on his lips as he playfully tugged your abused clit one last time.

You whimpered and moaned in your sleep, and König moved a little, his hand moving to caress your soft flesh as he pulled your clothes back on, patting your filled cunt for good measure once your panties were back on.

"Well, you can whine about it tomorrow, hase. You know your König will be here to take care of you." He chuckled and got up, cleaning himself up before pulling his own pants on.

"Sweet dreams, liebling."

He kissed your cheek and laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"My sweet engel~"

[starchaserdreams]

Jegulus Microfic: Silver

“Regulus,” Sirius called out into the hall, “can you come here for a second?” He listened for his brother’s footfalls to switch direction, and they did.

Regulus walked into Sirius’ room, and shut the door when he was asked to.

“Andromeda gave me this,” Sirius said, holding up a beautiful silver ring, “it’s an old family heirloom. She wanted me to have it, but I…can’t wear it.” He tried not to let the pause linger, but it did. 

Regulus’ eyes narrowed. 

“Why can’t you wear it?” he asked.

Sirius just shook his head vaguely. 

“I just can’t, okay? Do you want it? I know you were talking about taking the next step with James, do you want to maybe give it to him? Seemed like you were headed there.”

Regulus held a hand out for the ring, and Sirius dropped it into his palm. 

“Why don’t you-” Regulus began, but his words died once he’d looked at the ring up close. “Oh, silver,” he said. He looked up at Sirius for a moment before speaking. “Then James probably can’t wear it either. You all spend loads of time together, wouldn’t work.”

Sirius just watched him. It seemed like- but he couldn’t know.

But Sirius didn’t say anything, and just waited for Regulus to go on.

“Don’t make me say it, but I know okay?” Sirius’ eyes widened, but Regulus answered his thoughts before he could voice them. “James didn’t tell me, you all just aren’t as subtle as you think. But James can’t wear this. You should just give it to him, and tell him to give it to me whenever he wants.”

Sirius collected himself at the last sentence enough to smile. 

“Awww, my little brother’s getting engaged.”

Regulus nodded and handed the ring back. 

“Thank Andy for me,” he said before walking out, dismissing Sirius, the knowledge about Remus, and his own engagement all at once.

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@jegulus-microfic - 7/28 - 318 words

[mysticstronomy]

DOES WHITE HOLE EXIST??

Blog#318

Saturday, July 29th, 2023

Welcome back,

White holes are theoretical cosmic regions that function in the opposite way to black holes. Just as nothing can escape a black hole, nothing can enter a white hole.

White holes emerge from the solutions of Einstein's theory of general relativity devised by Karl Schwarzschild in 1916, just a year after the theory was first published.

Schwarzschild was the guy who wrote down the mathematics that describes black holes in the universe as completely collapsed objects. He had to make a choice, there is nothing in general relativity that dictates which direction time flows in.

You could point the clock in this particular direction, and that's what gives you this picture where things fall into a black hole. That's where gravity is attractive, but you could also choose the opposite direction in which time flows and get the opposite effect.

So as well as a black hole, the mathematics of Schwarzschild also gives us a white hole by just flipping the way that time works.

White holes were long thought to be a figment of general relativity born from the same equations as their collapsed star brethren, black holes. More recently, however, some theorists have been asking whether these twin vortices of spacetime may be two sides of the same coin.

To a spaceship crew watching from afar, a white hole looks exactly like a black hole. It has mass. It might spin. A ring of dust and gas could gather around the event horizon — the bubble boundary separating the object from the rest of the universe. But if they kept watching, the crew might witness an event impossible for a black hole — a belch. "It's only in the moment when things come out that you can say, 'ah, this is a white hole,'" said Carlo Rovelli, a theoretical physicist at the Centre de Physique Théorique in France.

The white hole is, in a hand-wavy sense, the inverse of a black hole. So in a black hole, you have an intense gravitational field that pulls things in you've got this one-way membrane called the event horizon. You cross that event horizon, and then you are captured, you cannot escape from that black hole. Gravity has got you, and your future is destined to be at the center of the black hole, no matter what you do.

Now a white hole is the flip of that. So a white hole is almost like anti-gravity endlessly ejecting material. With a white hole, you have an event horizon, where stuff from the inside crosses the event horizon and gets ejected into the universe, and you can't actually get into the white hole.

So in the black hole, you can pass inwards, but not outwards in a white hole, you can pass outwards but not inwards.

The answer is no, really. I mean, there are speculations about some weird things in the universe that might have white home signatures. There's nothing that we can point out in the same way we can point out a black hole that says, 'yes, this is a white hole.'

Maybe that's because of the choice that we make with regard to the past and future, maybe there is only one real choice on the direction of the future, which means we can only have black holes solutions.

Some scientists suggest that the fact that the universe is asymmetric, we see a start with the Big Bang, and we have an infinite future ahead of us, which means that the future gets written into the universe, it sets a one-way time direction which means that only the black hole solution can exist. And so even though mathematically possible to have a white hole, the fact that our universe is asymmetric means that they're not physically realized.

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COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, August 2nd, 2023)

"IS THERE AN EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE??"

[jasmyluv]

011. Are you satisfied?

this happens on January 4th, sorry for the time skip hehe

After what seemed like hours of staring at the same book, you finally look at the clock.

“2:39 AM” Your digital clock said. You sigh for the nth time, your body almost falling because of exhaustion. 

“Study, study, study. That’s what they all said, fuckers.” You whisper under your breath as you write down your answers for the practice exercise.

“Like they can even get as good grades as me. Who am I kidding, of course they can.” You realize your mistake, shaking it off and continue to write. Your hand hurts and your eyes are begging to close. But I can’t stop until I get all this perfectly. 

‘You can’t learn properly if you’re tired, and hungry.’ A certain someone told you. You never bothered to listen. Studying was more important anyway.

A few minutes later, your body was screaming that they can’t do it anymore, maybe you’ll let them win this one. You drag your tired body all the way to your bed, not bothering to fix anything or turning off your lamp. Your midterms were at 2:00 PM anyway.

[Timeskip: 9:32 AM, January 5]

It’s 9:30, a little bit later than usual but it was fine. You quickly hop into the shower, change into pants and a seemingly oversized sweater from a certain someone, toast bread, packed your bag, got your notes and went on your way to get coffee, you could not function without it.

You walk inside the new coffee shop, enjoying the sweet aroma of coffee and pastries in the air. Walking towards the counter, you see a familiar blondie.

“Signora?” You call out. Immediately, she turns her head back and her eyes sparkle.

“Hi, [Name]. What would you like today?” She says, calm and collected. How is she not stressing over midterms?

“Uhm, a latte is alright with me.” You say. As she puts in your order and prints out the receipt to give to you, you study your notes, trying to get as much study as you can. You sit by a vacant seat in the shop, waiting for your order.

“Can’t you stop studying for a bit and look up? Your latte’s getting cold too.” You hear a snarky tone of someone’s you know all too well. (did you see what i did there)

“Hi, Kuniku-Scaramouche.” You quickly cut yourself off, forgetting about his new name. You didn’t bother looking up from your notes, getting your latte and taking a sip from it.

“Hello. What are you doing here?” He asks, obviously knowing already. 

“Studying.” You answer with a simple remark.

“Hmm, ok. Let me test you.” He snatches away your notes, looking at what you’ve written.

“Your handwriting sucks.”

“Thanks.”

“Ok, in statistics, what is an outlier?” He asks the first question, looking at you afterwards.

“It is the strange data points that fall far from other observations. Outliers may be mistakes, or they require further investigation.” You explain what an outlier is with ease. 

“Good god, this is going to be boring.” Scaramouche whispers, not seeing how you could hear him.

“Come on, I need as much time as I need to study.”

[Timeskip: 1:54 PM, Examination Room]

You enter the room with Scaramouche and Signora, who you both waited for so her shift could be over and you three can walk there together, though, separating because each strand has different rooms. Yours is room 318.

“Let’s hope this exam isn’t too hard.” You say, looking at the many students panicky looking at their notes. Did they not study or something? 

You put your bag beside you, sitting down and getting your notes out once more, just like the rest of the students.

Five minutes later, you heard a voice. “Alright, students. This is your first quarter midterms. Do your best, this will count for 40% of your final grade. Put all notes, notebooks, and textbooks in your bags.” You hear Sir Zhongli announce to the room. After doing what is asked, you silently go over what you’ve studied.

“Your test papers have been passed. You have an hour and thirty minutes to complete your test. Good luck.” With that, everyone starts writing, the faint scribbles of your pen can only be heard.

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Of All People... - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

[Name] was wearing Kazuha's sweater

[Name]'s dorm looks like it was owned by a mathematician

Signora is the "pretty lady who works at the coffee shop" in [Name]'s character description, if you still remember it

Childe #1 #scarayn shipper even if they don't have feelings for each other

Tag list;

@viridescent-ivy @sakiimeo @cynzcir @lxry-chxn @stopandget-help @r0ttenhearts @h-8chi @thenightsflower @killuixz @linn-a-a @vodkistt @raideneiari @yuyan @layla240 @barbatosfavouritenun @plinkuro @taikabae @beriiov @ghostxrism @rifran @elakari @kairxse @belovedxiao @alwaysmentallyill @mellowknightcolorfarm @xingyunclouds @scooofyaei @nambii @scaraapologist @samyayaya @kunikuzushisbeloved @dee-bignuts @kaekazuha04 @monochromaticelliot @erosdevil @wisteriarain

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 374. brb x oc

a/n: so sorry for the slow smut, lol im just having weird issues with tumblr (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none........yet

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He cracks his knuckles as he waits, rubbing his wedding band over and over out of nervousness. He was far from Bea now, he still had some time until his name was called but he had to…calm himself.

He inhales, looks out the door that shows the outside and his eyes lock on Beatrice’s head as she swivels it around in hopes to see him. She doesn’t, and Nicole notices her mother’s antics, choosing to do the same by climbing on her lap. 

Part of him still can’t wrap his head around…well…everything.

Beatrice was…the most amazing woman ever. Honestly, if someone ever told him what was his favorite thing about her he’d just say her whole self as an answer. Then the kids, fuck,he’s a father of three kids. Normally,if you were in the Military you’d have kids earlier because,well,you don’t know.

He counts himself so lucky to be able to have his kids after accomplishing so much.

His heart is full and his whole self is happy. What is it that Bea says? That his smile makes little wrinkles form on the corner of his eyes, like he’s the cartoon of a smiling sun. And fuck he feels like it a lot.

Rooster did so much, he achieved so much and yet his mind can’t handle the whole process. Yes,he’s happy with his promotion, yes he’s happy with his life. But…he was an angry young man for many years and he is working in his therapy sessions on how to make the child inside of him stop being so angry all the time.

Dr.Paulson asked once what made Rooster happy…and all he could think was his family. He has a loving family and loving friends he considers just as family. Hell,the Schiavoni’s too. They took him in seconds and he had to admit, it felt so good. Beatrice’s family was great, they made him feel at peace and welcome.

Maybe he should reach out to his aunt and uncle.

It’s been so long.

He…well,he never really had a close relationship with them but he could try right? This new step in his life is important and he knows a lot more will come…he had most of his father’s family here - in a way if you consider his family was the Navy and Mav.

Why couldn’t he have his mom’s?

He tried to remember if his aunt and uncle were ever against him joining the Navy and honestly, he couldn’t recall a point where it happened. He holds his clasped wrists in front of his navel, feeling the cold belt buckle touching the inside of his hand as he purses his lips.

Yeah, it’d be nice.

The kids would love it, the more the merrier…and,they were his mom’s siblings. They’d like to know about it,right?

But the fear of rejection still gnawed at him, the scars of his tumultuous upbringing still fresh in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if his aunt and uncle would even want to hear from him, if they would be willing to forgive the mistakes of his youth.

But then he remembered Beatrice's words, her unwavering faith in him giving him the courage to face his fears head-on. 

She had always believed in him, even when he struggled to believe in himself.

 And now, as he sat there on the brink of a new chapter in his life, Rooster knew that he couldn't let his fears hold him back any longer.

He would reach out to his aunt and uncle, no matter how daunting it seemed. He would confront the ghosts of his past and lay them to rest, once and for all. He knows it’s the right thing to do, his mom would want that.

The murmurs of conversation ebbed and flowed around him, but Rooster's focus remained fixed on the stage, where the ceremony would soon take place. And his name was finally called.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as the Admiral stepped forward, his imposing figure commanding attention. Rooster's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Vice-Admiral Simpson approach the podium, his stomach churning with nervous anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Admiral's booming voice echoed through the room, "It is my honor to announce the promotion of Lieutenant Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw."

As the Admiral spoke, all eyes turned to Rooster, who felt a rush of adrenaline course through him. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he prepared to step forward.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, please come forward," the Admiral called out, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

Rooster's heart raced as he made his way to the stage, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He could feel the weight of all eyes on him as he approached the podium, his palms sweating with nervousness.

His eyes immediately met Bea’s and she offered him a smile and a thumbs up, one that Nicole followed, giving him a thumbs up as well.

As Rooster ascended the stage, he stood tall and confident, his chest swelling with pride as he reached the podium.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," the Admiral's voice boomed, "For your exemplary service and unwavering commitment to duty, it is my privilege to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Commander."

The words echoed in Rooster's ears, sending a thrill of excitement through his veins. Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. It had a nice ring to it, really nice. The whole room erupted in cheers and clapping, so much he almost couldn’t hear his own steps.

He stepped forward to receive his new rank insignia,he bit back the inside of his lower lip, inhaling shakily as the vice-admiral approached him. 

“Bradshaw.”

“Sir.”

Cyclone pinned the new rank insignia to his uniform, and Rooster let out a shaky breath he had no idea he was holding. “...thank you sir.” he whispers before Cyclone stepped back.

“...thank you,Bradley.” he then gestures ahead, “Now, your speech,son.”

His brown irises moved to the podium, his heart beating to hard he felt his whole body hurt.. Taking a deep breath, Rooster cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice was steady, his words measured as he addressed the gathered crowd.

"Thank you, Vice-Admiral Simpson, for this incredible honor," Rooster began, his voice carrying across the room. "I…am truly humbled and grateful to be promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. It is a privilege to serve alongside such dedicated men and women in the Navy,”

“Woohoo!” Coyote shouts from the back and laughter erupts for a brief second into the room “And I am honored to continue my service in this new capacity."

He smiles, licking his lips before continuing. He pauses, tapping his coat only to see that his speech…was nowhere to be found. Alright. No panic…wing it.

Trust your gut.

"I…” he laughs softly, “I’ll admit I had a three pages speech planned, but I think no one here would want to stay that long,right?’ more soft laughter “...I…hm…” he taps the podium with his fingers, “I.. have so much to say, but I’ll make it…as short as possible.”

He licks his lips, then closes his eyes before continuing

"I want to take a moment to thank all of you for being here today," Rooster began, his voice steady as he addressed the crowd. "Your support means the world to me, and I am truly honored to have the opportunity to serve alongside each and every one of you." he smiles at the dagger squad, who just cheered him silently.

He paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I also want to express my deepest gratitude to my family," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Without their love and support, I would not be standing here today." he smiles at Mav and Bea, “But…especially…to my wife.”

She smiles softly at him, one hand coming up to her lips.

“...without her.” he continues, not looking away, “Nothing of this would be possible. Nothing at all.” 

As Rooster continued his speech, he felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. The words flowed from his heart, and Bea’s eyes filled with tears.

"She has been  my guiding light through all this," Rooster continued, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Her support and unconditional love have carried me through the toughest of times, and I am eternally grateful for her presence in my life."

Beatrice's eyes shimmered with tears of pride as she listened to Rooster's heartfelt words. Her heart swelled with love for him,and she tried - and failed - to hold some of the tears back.

“...I also,” he clears his throat, “I’m almost done,I promise,” he chuckles in hopes to calm his own tears down. He pauses…then ducks his chin to his neck, clenching the podium with both hands and looking up in time to sniffle quietly, “...I also…also want to…thank my parents. As…as some of you know, they aren’t here- couldn’t be here, unfortunately.” he rolls his tongue inside his mouth, “But,without them I wouldn’t be here.”

 "And to my dad," Rooster continued, his voice thick with emotion, "I hope I'm making you proud up there. I miss you every day, but I carry your memory with me in everything I do."

Tears welled up in Rooster's eyes as he spoke, his emotions raw and unfiltered. He glanced over at Beatrice, her eyes shining with tears of her own, but she nodded for him to go on.”

"And to my mom," Rooster added, his voice catching in his throat, "Thank you for your love and sacrifice. You've always been my biggest cheerleader, and I wouldn't be here without you."

Rooster's words hung in the air, the weight of his emotions palpable as he spoke.

"Finally," Rooster said, his voice firm with resolve, "I want to thank my fellow service members. You are the backbone of our Navy, the unsung heroes who work tirelessly to keep everyone safe. It is an honor to serve alongside each and every one of you, and I am proud to call you my brothers and sisters in arms."

A round of applause filled the room as Rooster finished his speech, the sound echoing off the walls in a chorus of support and admiration. He stepped back from the podium, his heart pounding with emotion as he took in the faces of the crowd.

He sniffles, quickly wiping his eyes as he made his way back to his seat.He had poured his heart out to the people who mattered most to him, and he hoped he did a good job.

Beatrice gave Nicole to Mav and immediately rushed up to meet him halfway, hugging his torso and letting him bury his head on her neck, “You did so good.” she whispered, rubbing the back of his head, clenching her eyes when he shook,trying to hold his sobs back in the middle of the crowd, “Baby you did so good, so good.”

"Thank you," Rooster whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Beatrice squeezed him tighter, her own emotions bubbling close to the surface. "You were amazing up there," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

Rooster pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "Do you really think so?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Beatrice nodded, her eyes shining. "Absolutely," she replied, wiping her own tears quickly. "You spoke from the heart, and everyone could feel the sincerity in your words. You touched so many people today, Roos."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Rooster's lips, a flicker of pride breaking through his lingering self-doubt. "Thank you," he said softly, his gratitude shining in his eyes.

Beatrice reached up to brush away a stray tear that trailed down Rooster's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to thank me," she said with a small smile. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with love for her. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured.

Beatrice returned the kiss with equal tenderness, her heart swelling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Come on, let us sit down, yeah?”

Rooster nodded, holding her hand as she guided them back to their table. Nicole bounced on Mav’s legs, reaching for her father, “Dada!”

Nicole's enthusiastic cries of "Dada!" brought a smile to Rooster's face, his heart swelling at the sight of his daughter reaching out for him. He scooped her up into his arms, planting a kiss on her cheek as she giggled with delight.

"Dada, abuhehu good!" Nicole exclaimed, her eyes shining with adoration. 

Cue to her wet kiss on his cheek.

Rooster's heart melted at Nicole's words, his chest swelling with love for his daughter. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "I’m so glad you think so.” he looks over at the twins who were now wide awake inside their strollers

“Well,” he begins, “...the night just began,right?”

[ghost-bxrd]

Hi! I just wanted to ask a few questions, mostly clarifications that i would like to know more concretely, about your mer AU, as I try to actually use my brain this summer🤡 (this is long, sorry!):

Are the log entry numbers unique to each researcher or to each case? Like all the MR logs we’ve gotten have started with 3, most commonly being 3.18 or 318 (as seen on the siren call report with 3184), is this a cipher for something related to MR?

Or is it just that 3.18 or 3 is associated with Bruce’s pod and any researcher writing logs about it lists it under 3.18 (because one log says something like for more information see 3.18-x)? (Is this the distinctive clue? Or is that something else in the log?)

Also is the ID number we get on the report on motor boats MR’s? And, are the x’s part of the ID number or is it like censored information?

Is the clearance level 4 listed there MR’s or the report’s (I’m assuming the report’s since MR’s info is redacted even at clearance 5 which you mentioned the person snooping is at, indicating MR and the others are of a higher clearance, but just to make sure)?

Are the number of minutes missing from audio logs important or am I looking too much into that 🤡?

Also the earlier observations (the ones regarding Dick’s mating and pod behavior as well as baby Jason’s appearance) are in the wild, right? Like the general timeline for the family is: pod in wild living while getting observed, Jason gets captured into the facility, during captivity he grows giant or at least much bigger, MR breaks him out and dies in the process, Jason wreaks havoc on facility ships afterwards?

I have a whole concepts drawing going where I’ve compiled the logs and info to try and understand this and go sleuthing (this has taken and will take over my life for the foreseeable future /pos)

Again, sorry this was so long 😓 I hope this was somewhat comprehensible! (I’m sorta just rambling)

I’m afraid I can’t answer many of these questions in a satisfactory manner, otherwise I’d be giving too much away. Both about the logs and the upcoming fic itself 🫣

Log entry numbers are related to certain clearance levels and… other stuff. But must of it will be revealed gradually when the fic gets posted. ✨ I can say that the filing system in the facility is unique though, and that MR does all their official work digitally and the personal “logs” on paper 👁️ there are some numbers that have a specific meaning, but there are also some that are just gibberish/genuine filing for later context

About the clearance level: yes actually! MR has clearance level 4! There’s a different reason why all the names are still redacted despite the person viewing the entries being level 5.

And yup! That’s about sums up the timeline very roughly at the moment! ✨🌊

I love how much thought you’ve put into these theories! And I swear I wish I could tell you guys more but then the mystery wouldn’t be such a mystery anymore urgh 😩 so excited to write the first part and give ya’ll more cannon fodder hehe 💚💚💚💚

[melody-everbelle]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Part 2) (Wally Darling x Reader)

Title: I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Part 2)

Pairing: Wally Darling x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 318

Warning(s): Fluff :3

Summary: After the events from last night, you tell Wally about how you feel.

Author's Note: This was suggested by @etherealyblue and I thought it’d be fun to make a part 2!

You can read part 1 here!

***

After the events of last night, you lay still under the large, gnarled tree, having sweet dreams about you and Wally together until you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

"Hello! Y/N, wake up!"

You suddenly woke up and opened your eyes to find a figure that looked like Wally in front of you. 

"Gah!" You were startled and recoiled away from the figure at first. It wasn't until you rubbed your eyes to get a better vision that you realized that it was just Wally.

"Oh, it's just you," you said much to your relief. "Sorry I scared you like that," your cheeks were tinged with a shade of pink.

"No worries," Wally replied, accepting your apology. "How was last night?"

"Yeah, about that," you felt your heart flutter at Wally's mention of the previous night, "it's... a long story, but I'll explain it as quick as possible."

Wally lifted you up from the ground, and you spent the afternoon walking around the Neighborhood while explaining to Wally about your date with him, the kiss he gave you, and you expressing your feelings for him to Julie, Sally, and Poppy. "So with that being said, I must say," you concluded, "that I love you."

"Aww, Y/N," Wally chuckled with his cheeks flushed with pink, "that's very sweet of you. And as you know, I love you, too."

You giggled at the fact that Wally reciprocated his feelings for you before your noses nuzzled each other. At one point, Wally backed away and asked, "By the way, did I just hear you sing last night?"

"Wait, me? Singing?" You chuckled out of embarrassment, remembering last night's musical number. "Oh, it's nothing."

"But you sing so good," Wally complimented. "Perhaps you could sing me a lullaby at one point?"

"Well, we'll just see when it happens," you answered before you went back to nuzzling with him.

[matan4il]

Spoilers so please answer only after you've watched episode 11 i was wondering what was the significance of showing the plane, truck, train, ferris wheels, and big bear? Definitely want to read your take

Ooooh, Nonnie! Thank you for this fantastic question.

So I've been thinking about this a lot, and the immediate answer is of course that these items represent incidents Buck had been a part of since joining the 118, and where he made a big difference in the lives of people he cares about.

The plane - represents the call in 104 when a plane crashes into the sea. If Buck hadn't been there, Bobby would not have gotten the help that he needed with his recovery, leading to his eventual death.

The big bear picture - represents Maddie's kidnapping by Doug. We learn that without Buck being someone she could run away to, she might have never left her abusive husband. Even then, he was the one who helped track her down during the kidnapping, finding her when she was running in the snow and getting her the first response that she needed to survive her confrontation with Doug.

The truck - represents the call in 218 where the truck crushed Buck's leg. His presence on the scene and the immediate threat to his life spurs Bobby to take action. In doing so, he stops Freddie without any further casualties.

The ferris wheel - represents the tsunami at the start of s3. Buck being on the pier that day with Christopher means he saved his life, but this object represents Chris in general, and how Buck stepping into his life allowed him to continue to live happily with his dad.

The train - represents the derailment that takes place in 318. Buck was there to save Abby's fiance. She might have hurt him deeply with the way she ghosted him, but she was not insignificant in his life, and she still got to have her happy ending thanks to Buck.

Each one of these items represents a person important to Buck and the difference for the better that he made in their lives. It allows him to remember them even in the (at first) seemingly perfect dream world, recognize this coma dream is not as wonderful as it first appeared and coming to embrace his own value.

But I also think it's so telling what is ABSENT from among these items and people. Something to represent the shooting arc, like a toy gun or a miniature of the street where it happened. Or fuck it, even a horse to represent the ranch where Buck helped heal Eddie's soul, not just save his body. Any such object could have allowed for a flashback to the connected events, so we'd have no doubt Buck is recalling real world Eddie thanks to this item. But there is none!

Let me put it clearly: Eddie is THE ONLY ONE that Buck doesn't need an object to remember. Not only is Eddie the first one that Buck recalls (as I mentioned in my 610 meta), he's also the ONLY ONE whose flashback is triggered simply by talking, by the mere mention of someone having Buck's back. His presence in Buck's mind is that impactful. So once again, just like I mentioned in this ask reply, the absence tied to Eddie actually serves to show how crucial he is to Buck. That Eddie's a life partner. The one who is ALWAYS there, having Buck's back. He doesn't need an object, and in his way, once he enters Buck's life, he's connected to ALL of these things.

When Maddie was kidnapped, Eddie was the only non-parental figure who came to see Buck at the hospital prison, and Eddie offered him the quiet moral support and understanding that he needed. When the truck was crushing Buck's leg, Eddie was the one who held his hand and looked after him all the way to the hospital. Chris would not be anyone to Buck if it hadn't been for Eddie decision to allow Buck into their lives and become the other significant figure in Christopher's life, prompting Buck to jump into the water during the tsunami to save their son. And Eddie was there to see Abby's return, and his quiet rage at Buck being willing to risk his own life in order to save her fiance was one of those moments telling Buck indirectly that he does matter, that he's not expendable and that Eddie has always seen that.

Thank you again for the question, I hope I managed to answer it! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated: October 1993

press conference… 

SID VICIOUS

Every issue, reports from PRO WRESTLING ILLUSTRATED will participate in an incisive press conference with a top wrestling star. The questions will be demanding. And the answers will reveal the innermost thoughts of the giants of the sport.

[Sid Vicious stunned WCW twice: first by returning under the management of Col. Parker, then by joining forces with Big Van Vader.]

WHEN SID VICIOUS returned to WCW in mid-May, the general consensus was that the 6’8” 318-pound-muscleman would resume his temporarily suspended assault on the WCW World heavyweight title. The general consensus was wrong. Shortly after arriving, he formed an alliance with the champion himself. Big Van Vader. 

It’s an incredible duo. Each possesses an awesome power bomb, a potentially crippling maneuver both men have used it on Sting, Nikita Koloff, Cactus Jack, and Ron Simmons. Could Vicious be next?

Vicious, known as Sid Justice in the WWF, is one of wrestling’s most notorious underachievers. When he came out of West Memphis Arkansas, in the late 1980s, everyone thought he was bound for heavyweight superstardom. But, after a failed alliance with The Four Horsemen, Sid stalled in WCW. He jumped to the WWF and targeted the title, but was eventually upstaged by Hulk Hogan. He left the federation after losing to the “Hulkster” at WrestleMania VIII.

After that, Sid wrestled only once (teaming with Johnny Rotten at the Kerry Von Erich memorial card in early April) before returning to WCW and becoming Vicious again. To the surprise of many, he returned with a manager, Col. Robert Parker. The one constant in Sid’s inconsistent career has been bad management and poor advice. Again he seems willing to put himself in someone else’s hands. 

Shortly aftercoming back to WCW, Vicious took some time out from a heavy training session to speak with PWI Senior Writer Dave Rosenbaum, Managing Editor V.J. Paterno, and Associate Publisher Craig Peters. He once again proved that he’s not just some dumb muscleman but actually a pretty bright guy.

DAVE ROSENBAUM: Let’s get right to the point, Sid. When are you going to wrestle Vader?CRAIG PETERS: Boy, you’ve never heard of tact, have you, Dave?SID VICIOUS: That’s fine with me. I don’t like glazing over the facts, so if you have something to ask me, just ask it. The answer is, I don’t know. 

V.J. PATERNO: You don’t know? VICIOUS: That’s what I said. Need an explanation?

ROSENBAUM: We wouldn’t mind one. After all, it doesn't make sense for you to be friends with Vader. He has the belt. 

VICIOUS: Who said friends can’t wrestle?PATERNO: Well…

VICIOUS: Well, nothing. Vader and I have an understanding. We can speak honestly with each other, and when I’m ready to wrestle him, I’ll let him know it. I guarantee he won’t say no.

[“I’ll wrestle Vader when I’m ready to beat him the first time with three beats of the arm.”]

ROSENBAUM: I heard him say he’d beat you no problem.

VICIOUS: He’s confident. I’m confident. He wouldn’t stand a chance, but it would be a tough match.

PETERS: Is that a prediction? VICIOUS: No, it’s a fact. Vader’s a great champion, one of the best in WCW history, but he’s not unbeatable. He knows that. We talk about it all the time.

PATERNO: You talk about his weaknesses? VICIOUS: We talk about mine, too. It’s a short discussion.

ROSENBAUM: Very sharp. So when’s it going to happen?

VICIOUS: I told you. I don’t know.

PETERS: What’s your idea of ready? VICIOUS: I’ve seen plenty of challengers take 20 matches and they’re not ready to win the belt until the 15th. Eventually, the champion’s going to make a mistake and lose, but that’s not fair. I’ll wrestle Vader when I’m ready to beat him the first time with three beats of the arm. That’s when.

PATERNO: Does Col. Parker have a schedule for you? VICIOUS: If he does, he’s not saying. The Colonel’s different from the others. He doesn’t put pressure on me. He wants the title and he knows I want the title. The plan is to proceed cautiously. I’m young. There’s plenty of time. 

ROSENBAUM: I hope this doesn’t come off sounding wrong, but you sound more mature Sid.

VICIOUS: Are you saying I'm not mature?

PETERS: Nice wording, Dave.

ROSENBAUM: No, I’m just saying you’re more patient and you seem to be thinking before you act. For instance, I don't think you would’ve joined The Four Horsemen if you really gave it some deep thought.

VICIOUS: I gave it some deep thought. It was the right move at the time, but Flair was afraid of me and he never admitted it publicly. I would’ve won the belt several times, but Flair always got in the way. That was the problem.

PATERNO: Do you regret joining the Horsemen?

VICIOUS: I don’t regret anything. It was an experience. Nothing wrong with that.

[Vicious feuded with Sting in late-1990, culminating in a remarkable title match at Halloween Havoc. Sting and Davey Boy Smith were Vicious and Vader’s first targets upon uniting.]

PETERS: You just got done with your workout…

VICIOUS: I’m not done. I’m in the middle. If I was done, I wouldn’t be sitting here in these sweaty shorts.

PETERS: Well, my question is, how long do your workouts last and what do they consist of?

VICIOUS: They last up to three hours, broken up into one hour of warming up in the first half and two hours of heavy lifting in the second half. I bench-press, squat, deadlift, do curls, leg exercises, more bench-presses, jump rope, a few of the Colonel’s secret exercises.

PETERS: Secret exercises? What are they?

VICIOUS: I can't say. They’re secrets.

[Vicious is as–well, as vicious as ever. Here, he holds an opponent by the hair as Harley Race delivers a beating of his own and Parker looks on.]

ROSENBAUM: Of course, Craig. They’re secrets. Are your workouts more intense than they used to be?VICIOUS: Not more intense, just more focused, just like the rest of my life. I’m not into wasting time anymore. I’m not into having fun. I’m into winning and doing everything necessary to make sure I win.

PATERNO: Let’s talk some more about the Horsemen. What do you think about their reunion?VICIOUS: I think Paul Roma’s a bad substitute for Sid Vicious. 

PATERNO: Is that all?VICIOUS: I think Flair, Ole, and Arn are old and past their prince. I think Flair will use Roma every way he can. I think that since Tully Blanchard, the toughest man in the whole group, isn't around anymore, it makes them a weaker team. I think The Four Horsemen should’ve stayed retired the first time, instead of running the risk of having some like me retire them the second. I could do it. 

ROSENBAUM: Would you like to get your hands on Flair?VICIOUS: It’s not a priority, but it would be nice. It would give me great pleasure to give him a one-way ticket out of wrestling. His “Flair For The Gold” segment? Good idea. He has a career in broadcasting and he should stick with it. 

PATERNO: How about if Flair wins the World title?VICIOUS: How about it? It will never happen. Vader’s the man. 

PETERS: How about Parker? A lot of people, myself included, thought you’d never have another manager after your bad experiences with the Horsemen and Harvey Wippleman. Why’d you go along with Parker?

[Vicious’ physique is ample testament to his incredible workout regimen. He says that his workouts now are more focused and productive than ever. He also seems more mature.]VICIOUS: Because he’s a smart man and he knows the sport. He made me a good offer, I looked it over, and I thought it was a good idea. Besides, there’s enough for a wrestler to worry about in this sport without worrying about the little details. If you ask me, every wrestler should have a manager. I'm surprised they all don’t look at boxers. They all have managers and trainers. Wrestling’s too tough to go it alone.

PATERNO: Can you trust Parker?VICIOUS: Can anyone trust anyone? There are always risks, and maybe I'm taking one, but it looks to me like the Colonel is out for my best interests, because they’re his best interests, too. It’s like any other sport. If I win, we’ll both be happy. If I lose, there'll be some changes.

PETERS: It sounds as if you're turning into a businessman.

VICIOUS: I am a businessman. Sports are business. And like all successful businessmen, I'm dead serious about what I'm doing. Let everyone else judge the risks of that.

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Classical

@wolfstarmicrofic - 318 words - a bit out of hand today

“The classical story goes like this: boy meets girl, they have a lot of atrociously sweet children and a dog. Or maybe a Kneasel.” Sirius huffed in exasperation. “At least you skipped the dog part.” He looked down on the little boy, Remus brought with him, when he returned to Grimmaulds, because he couldn't stand his mother in law.

Remus looked doubtfully, as if he was testing a very wobbly hypothesis. “In all honesty, I don't think I did.” He coughed and then faced the moment he had dreaded. “Be straight with me, just this once. You... didn't hate Dora, did you?”

“I did.” Sirius pressed his mouth into a thin line full of determined hostility.

“Because she wasn't pure-blood?”

Sirius shook his head, but didn't offer an alternative explanation. Instead he looked away, ready to leave altogether. He only didn't because he still held Remus' son.

“Since when?” Remus asked into the silence. When Sirius didn't answer and feigned confusion, he repeated. “Since when are you in love with me?”

Sirius refused an answer, but turned, dumping Teddy into his arms. “The dog goes for a walk now. Alone.”

“The dog isn't allowed outside,” Remus tried, but all it did was make Sirius snarl.

“The dog doesn't care.”

Remus carefully put Teddy down into his cot, but still made it in time to stop Sirius from making it through the door. “The wolf does.” He caged Sirius in. “You think, I had gone for classical, if I had known? I am an acquired taste myself.”

“Well... sucks to be us then.”

Remus was silent for a long time, but caged Sirius in to keep him from leaving. “How about a variation to the tale?”

“How's that?”

“Boy has atrociously sweet kid, loses wife, keeps dog.”

“You are delusional, this will never work.”

Remus smiled. “I'll make it.”

[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Here are several sentences from Part 8 in the Bad Cop vs. Good Cop Parents Series.

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Eddie’s in the process of putting the steaks into the freezer when he hears Chris scream, “DAD!”

The sound he hears in Chris’ voice causes him to immediately abandon what he’s doing and he runs towards the sound while leaving the freezer door open.  His breath hitches in his throat as he continues to search every room for their two children.

Chris screams again, “DAD!  COME QUICK!”

Eddie’s eyes are frantically searching every room for them.  He feels like he’s running a marathon and even though he’s run longer distances than this before, he’s almost completely out of breath.  His lungs feel like they’re on fire as he tries to get to their son and daughter.  He checks the living room first but when he doesn’t see them, he heads down the hall enroute to the family room.  He’s sure it’s the only place Chris’ blood curdling screams could be coming from because it’s where the largest TV in the house is located.

Once he enters the room, both Chris and Liz are staring at the TV screen and he notices Liz is still holding a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie.  They’re both motionless and their eyes are glued to something they’re seeing on the TV screen.  When he turns his head to face the direction they’re looking in, he sees the words “Breaking News” at the top of the screen and there’s a Los Angeles ladder truck in flames.

His eyes move so he can look at the captain’s seat and that when he sees it’s completely engulfed.  The truck is burning so badly only two of the firehouse’s identifying numbers can be read on it and they’re “18”.

He can’t tell if it’s 18, 118, 218, 318, or 1118 because they’re all firehouses located in Los Angeles County.

His phone starts ringing and it’s like everything starts happening in slow motion.  His head feels like ginger ale is rolling around in it and even though he can see Chris and Liz are ok, everything else in the room looks completely fuzzy.  He doesn’t have to look at the caller ID to know someone from the LAFD is calling and his suspicions are confirmed when he looks down and sees, “LAFD Headquarters” on the display of his cellphone.

It's the telephone number they use to contact spouses whenever there’s an emergency.

Everything after that happens fast.  The Assistant Chief is calling and he’s familiar with him because he just so happens to be his brother-in-law, Chimney Han.  He was promoted at the beginning of the year from Battalion Chief and now he works directly with Chief Alonzo who will be retiring in a few months and after he does, Chimney will be promoted and will become the new LAFD Chief.

All he can think about is the last time Buck was in the captain’s seat of a burning firetruck.  His voice becomes strangled as he answers the phone and he doesn’t have a chance to say anything before Chimney starts talking.

When he lifts it to his ear, he hears Chimney call, “Eddie?”

Eddie's eyes widen and he inhales as he meets his son’s eyes and motions for Chris to change the channel and keep an eye on Liz so he can take the call in another room.

He’s trying not to panic but he’s having a difficult time of it and once he steps into their bedroom, he closes the door and asks, “Where's my husband? Be honest with me Chimney... how bad is it?”

What happened to Buck?

Also, what kind of BS is Margaret Buckley going to say about Buck and Eddie's daughter, Daniella Elizabeth Buckley-Diaz since she's the only one of their children she ever asks about? 👀

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I'm working on part 8 in the series and I hope to have it completed soon. If you missed the last two parts, based on the sentences above, it appears the meeting Buck and Eddie had with Maddie, Adriana, Sophia and their spouses along with Chimney and Albert is about to come into play in a big way. And it seems like Margaret Buckley is about to cause trouble.

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Bad Cop vs. Good Cop Parents

Parts 1-7 are available on AO3.

59K Words; Currently 7 completed works. 

A multi-part fanfic series about Eddie and Buck parenting their teenage son Chris and their daughter Daniella.  Usually, Eddie's the bad cop parent and Buck's the good cop parent but occasionally, their roles reverse. Also, as different situations occur, they are both bad and/or good cops.

Becoming the Bad Cop Parent

7.3K words; Rated General Audiences:  Or Buck gets a call from Christopher's school and for the first time he has to be the bad cop parent.

“Growing as Good Cop Parents”

8.8K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  When Chris makes it home after hanging out with his friends, Buck smells and unmistakable scent and everything that happens afterwards, helps him and Eddie realize they’re growing as good cop parents.

“Bad Words and Bad Cop Parents"

6.0K Words; Rated: Mature:  After Chris accidentally drops the “F” bomb in earshot of Eddie and Buck, they have a family meeting and hijinks ensue as they work on eliminating “bad words” from their vocabularies before they have an addition to their family.

"Grateful Good Cop Parents"

9.2K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  Buck and Eddie are anxiously awaiting the birth of their daughter, Daniella Elizabeth Buckley-Diaz.

Brokenhearted Bad Cop Parent

10.2K Words; Rated: Mature: As Eddie prepares to return to work, Daniella’s reaction to his adherence of the LAFD dress code makes him feel like he’s a bad cop parent but Buck’s there to comfort both of them.

"Guys, Girls, Curls and Good Cop Parents"

5.7K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: Buck, Eddie, Chris and Daniella all have thick hair but Buck’s, Chris’ and Daniella’s is curly and it tangles easily. Since Daniella’s getting older, her hair is growing and Buck and Eddie have to find ways to not only comb and style it but they also need to find the best products to use.

"Both Being Bad Cop Parents

10.7K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: Buck and Eddie have to tell both Chris and Daniella “No” but neither child likes it.

Parts 1-7 are available on AO3.

[wannaeatramyeon]

hihi!! i thought this was funny and wanted to tell you😭

i was telling my friend about Goo and how i would absolutely marry him and they said that he needs their blessing. i asked what he can do to get their blessing and they said he needed to write them an essay about how much he loves me so, to entertain them, i wrote them an essay from Goo's perspective about why he wants to marry me with a 20 minute timer. it was 584 words in the end and I worked a miracle.

Moral of the story: Goo got the blessing😭so uhhh you can always write your way into someones life??

This tickled me, just imagining the unhinged ramblings from Goo POV mixed with your own. Drop it please.

Inbox clearing time! Non fic requests answered: 6. (Check it - plus my fave Lookism arcs!)

To the non-anon anon that I have not included and I don't know what to do with your message - No, I won't hold your hand while you poop. Good luck with that.

Really?? I feel so... unhinged and nonsensical (even more so than usual) when I rant. Seriously thank you for reading!?!!?

PTJ did somewhat write women with more of a personality in his Life As A Loser Series so it seems more of a shame that he's lost his touch and catering much more towards teenage boys with his current series.

Which. Fine. Action manhwa - great. BUT if your target audience are teenage boys then yknow, wouldn't it be even BETTER to write some strong badass women so these impressionable youngsters realise that not all girls need saving, and oh look. Girls are human too. With their own ambitions and flaws and imperfections, just like everyone else.

If you must make them simp, form a harem. Also. FINE. At least give them something beyond that.

Hey Black Anon! Sorry again for how long it took me to respond to your ask before, and hope it's going much better for yourself since your last request.

I'm muuuuch more responsive with DMs so if you ever wanna come out of anon - come shout at me in my DMs!!

HTF s2 is really... something. Completely lost the meaning of HTF and Viral Hit. Don't blame you for dropping it. Alas, the Taehoon grip on me is still going STRONG.

LOL. Me in a similar position, wondering if I should get into JJK.

Can I... recommend some of my fave arcs if you ever do decide to read Lookism? The ones I like are generally more story driven.

Vasco's backstory (prepare the tissues) - 52 - 57

Johan + Zack + Mira backstory (cult warning, another sad arc) - 132 - 138

Goddog (another pretty sad arc with Johan) - 199 - 213

Jacedichi Files (silly crime solving with Burn Knuckles) - 215 - 218

One Night (Johan + Jace!! Fun action) - 258 - 262

Jake Kim (PLEASE READ THIS IF NOTHING ELSE) - 302 - 318

Workers (2A) (Rescuing Sinu. Honestly, I cry almost every time. Read Jake Kim's arc to appreciate this!) - 372 - 392

Let me know if you ever get into it!!!

Me??? Mine????? I cannot write that guy so thank you - that means A LOT to me! I will try harder to write a decent Eli (that doesn't devolve into ranting about his current direction).

Thank you for reading and being so friggin CUTE!! 💖

I feel a vaguely threatening tone from this.

Like something Goo would recite before walking into a darkened warehouse with a crowbar 🤔

Baby there's nothing noble about this, but it is actually more satisfying than my normal job lol (lolling through tears).

Thank you so much for reading!! My single braincell has been firing quite well with these ideas.

Anon. Honestly this is adorable, I've screenshat this for a pick me up ahhhhhhh 🥹

My dear 🕊️ anon, thank you for reading my DG fic! I also feel very little for DG but I will admit I am coming around to him.

YES!!! I LOVE the idea of someone getting close to James Lee in his younger years, and him being soft for the reader.

And then I also like angst so let's bring those 2 things together. Heh.

Eeeee I also added that Remember fic to my list of faves that I have written.

Please. I also have a list of fictional men I am unwell over. Let's start a support group! 🫠

[gretavanmoon]

The Rhythm Section  Part 3

18+, minors DNI.

Warnings: graphic sexual content, smut, cursing, smoking, oral m & f receiving

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of embarrassment after the activities died down; the full exposure you just succumbed to wasn’t something you were used to in the least. But, they both made you feel comfortable and the normalcy of the next few minutes made you feel fuzzy inside. That was one of the hottest things you’d ever been a part of, and you were happy it was with these two.

Danny’s thumb remained pressed to your clit, and Sam began to laugh at your statement. Sammy had no clue exactly what Danny had said to you while dancing at the bar, but you were sure he had a pretty good idea.

“Was that your spiel, Daniel? That sounds really good, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” Sam said through a chuckle. You were still sitting on his lap, his half hard cock still poking into your back. He still had his arms around you in a loving grasp, with his cheek pressed against your back.

“Yeah, it worked didn’t it? And she’s right, it does make more sense now,” Danny answered, beginning to smooth his thumb on your overstimulated clit again. You hissed and pulled away slightly.

“Aaah, that feels really good still, Danny, but she might need a few minutes,” you said in reference to your lady parts. With that, you remembered they never answered your question of which stories Sam shared on the bus. You stood, knees weak and legs jelly after being held in the same position for the last 15 minutes. But you managed to stand tall while Danny was still kneeling in front of the two of you. You put both hands on the top of his head and began massaging, pressing your fingertips into the crown of his head and your thumbs into his temples. He closed his eyes and groaned.

“Yeahhh, that feels nice, y/n,” he managed to get out as he relaxed back to sit on his heels. You pressed harder, giving him a full scalp massage. He leaned his head back and looked up toward you. He brought his hands up to firmly cup your ass, and pulled you toward him just a little. He pressed a sweet kiss to your core, still covered by the thin cloth of your now soaked thong. Your mental note of your assumption of Danny being good with his mouth came flooding back to your brain. That will have to remain tucked away for now.

“Daniel, I recall asking you to share Sam’s stories from the bus, do you remember that?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. He squeezed firmer on your ass.

“I think I recall something like that..” Danny trailed off as he began to work another kiss right into your sweet spot. Damn, you couldn’t let your brain fog up now.

“Mmhmm,” you murmured. “And you said something along the lines of, ‘you’ll have to convince me to tell someone else’s secrets’?”

“Mhmmmm..” Just then, Danny laid his flattened tongue over the very top of your slit and shook his head up and down in a ‘yes’ motion. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the indirect touch over your thong made you tilt your head back in pleasure. You reached down under his armpits and began to pull him up to stand. He pulled his mouth away from you, and you led him back over toward the bed. You faced him, and trailed your finger from between his pecs down to his belt. You kept your eyes on his as you undid his belt buckle and button. He let his loose slacks fall to the floor revealing his low cut dark gray boxer briefs. These boys really were best friends, they had the same damn color underwear on. You paused and stepped back, eyeing the two of them standing there in almost matching underwear.

“You two are one in the same,” you laughed breaking character for just a second. They looked at each other and snorted laughs.

“Oops,” Sam said. “I promise that wasn’t planned.” The three of your shared an endearing laugh as you pushed Danny back onto the bed slowly, keeping your hand on his chest and beginning to crawl over him as he laid back. Sam walked to his pants lying on the floor, reached in his pocket and pulled out his vape. He took a seat at your makeshift desk, leaned back in his chair, and began to pull on his smoke. This was a show for the both of them.

You crawled over top of Danny, and said “So this convincing I’m about to do…”

You grabbed each of his hands and held them tightly at his sides.

“…are you going to give me full disclosure?”

You crept down and began to lay open mouthed kisses on his dick through his boxers.

“Or are you going to only give me the jist of the stories?”

Next you began placing little nips with your teeth directly to the head of his now springing cock.

His body tensed up and a big smile placed itself on his face as he gave a low chuckle through his teeth. You placed your lips over your teeth and began to playfully bite down his shaft, humming hot air through the material.

“I told you sweetheart, these aren’t my secrets to tell,” he responded turning his pinned wrists over and holding your hands sweetly. He squeezed them at each new motion of your mouth.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll have to convince you harder,” you replied matter-of-factly as you released his hands and hooked your fingers under his boxers, pulling them down and setting him free. You could hear Sam giggling on an exhale from behind you.

“I told you she’s a tease, dude,” Sam said to Danny.

“No freaking shit,” Danny replied, only spurring you on more. You helped Danny to kick off his boxers, leaving him fully naked now. You took a second- just a second- to drink in his whole body with your wanting eyes. His chiseled abs and pecs, toned obliques, muscular arms and traps…God this man was a sight to see. Not to mention his extremely excited member sitting ready and waiting for your next move.

“I only tease because I like to get what I want,” you replied, raising your eyebrows. You took Danny in your fist and began to touch and feel him without the barrier of material now. He gripped the sheets in his hands, and brought in a tight hiss through his teeth at the new contact. You continued to work him and switch up motions, pulling and pushing, twisting gently and massaging his base.

You turned backward and looked at Sam behind you, sitting pretty as ever, his legs outstretched like they were as he was watching you and Danny dance at the bar. He had his head leaned against the wall behind him, and thick smoke was slowly floating out of his mouth as he eyed you with hooded lids. He let a small side smile creep up to his face, and he lowered his head in a nod, giving you the go ahead to do your convincing. Before you could look away, you noticed him lower his free hand and begin to palm himself through his boxers. At that, you lowered your head down to Danny’s groin, and arched your back as hard as you could, giving Sam a perfect view of your ass. You heard Sam hiss from behind you.

Bringing your attention back now to the task at hand, you brought your hands down to Danny’s again. You lifted his right hand, and motioned for him to pull your hair back. “Could you take care of this for me, Danny?” politely asking him to keep it out of your way.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he said, gathering it up as best as he could.

“Anything I want, hmm?” you cooed as you placed a long wet stripe from the base of Danny’s dick to the very tip, teasing him as best as you could. You lingered on the tip for just a second, paying special attention to swirl your tongue around it just to set him off.

“How about I’ll ask you the questions, and I’ll give you rewards if I like your answers? How does that sound Daniel?” You placed your lips very gently right over the top of the head, giving it the tiniest kiss. Danny’s breathing was becoming labored now as he nodded his head ‘yes’.

“Use those words, Danny, just like you told me to do,” you went on.

“Ok,” he replied. “I’ll see what I can remember.” You decided to take what you could get. You were very interested to see what Sam had told his brothers about your past escapades, but honestly this was just a part of the fun game you found yourselves in this evening, and you could care less about the details. But it did give you a nice reason to torture them. Lovingly, of course.

“Great,” you said, you placed another stripe along the top side of his shaft now, and grabbed the base tightly in your hand. Danny raised his head up at the new contact. He hummed an exasperated and annoyed laugh, and then relaxed back down to look at you, ready to give you any answer to put him out of his misery.

“No pressure, but please ask me a question, sweetheart,” Danny pried.

“You said Sam would return to the bus after a night with me, and tell you about our time spent, is that right?” He nodded his head. “Yes, that’s right,” he said.

“Hm.” You gave him a tiny nip on the head, not too hard, just enough to make him tighten his leg muscles.

“And you said he would tell you that I was beautiful?” you pressed.

“Yes, he said you were beautiful,” Danny tugged at your hair a little bit and you noticed the tiny bead of precum had made its way to the tip of his dick. You picked it up with your pointer finger, and brought it to your mouth, seducingly eyeing Danny as you licked your own finger clean.

“That’s very sweet of him,” you said loud enough for Sam to hear. You decided to sway your hips side to side for Sam. You heard his chair creak.

“He also said that I made his body feel good, is that right too?” You tightened your grip on Danny’s base, and began to work your hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a small moan from him, followed by a “Yes, you made him feel good.”

You could tell that if he could have his way, he’d take the hand that was on the back of your head and push himself all the way in to the back of your throat until you were gagging, but he didn’t.

You decided to give him just a little bit of relief. You brought your mouth fully over his cock now, and began to bounce and work your tongue over him.

“God- fuck…” Danny said, fully enjoying himself. You continued this motion for another minute.

“What else did he say, Daniel? What was your absolute favorite story he shared about me?” you paused to ask.

Danny popped his eyes open and glanced to Sam behind you. He pulled your hair tighter now, and moved your head to the side with a small jerk, making you absolutely pool with wetness in your thong.

“He told me about the time we had a break between shows, so you drove an hour to meet him halfway at a hotel,” Danny was struggling now to form words as you listened as intently as you could while still working your mouth on him. You made sure to keep eye contact.

“And he told me about how you fucked twice as soon as you got there, once on the bed and once on the couch,” he spoke through strained groans.

“Mmmhmmm,” you said, making sure to vibrate your tongue and buzz your lips onto him for an extended second. A sheen of sweat started to form across Danny’s forehead, making his loose strands of hair stick just slightly. It was so easy to keep eye contact with his beautiful face.

“Shit, y/n,” Danny pulled your hair back tighter now, turning you on even more. He reached and grabbed your ass cheek, squeezing tightly and massaging. You knew in the back of your head that Sam loved that visual.

“Go on,” you said. You began to pump harder with your mouth and hand, and squeezed harder with your lips.

“Fffff… Um, he said that you got in the shower after and you managed to suck him off and finish him twice in a row. I think you mentioned that one earlier,” Danny said giving you a little wink.

You decided to sit up high on your knees and gather enough saliva in your mouth to form a long string that trailed from your mouth and land right on the head of Danny’s cock.

He watched in pure awe.

“Jesus..” he whispered under his breath. You used the extra wetness to really start going to work on him.

“Keep going,” you urged him on.

“He said that you even brought your….toy… and explored new…boundaries… together,” he raised his eyebrows at the word ‘boundaries’. Hah, Sam enjoyed that toy just as much as you did that night.

You continued to suck on Danny with fervor now, bobbing up and down and flipping your tongue at all the right times, making sure to keep eye contact and nod when he spoke.

“Then he said how you didn’t sleep that whole night…God dammit….and you decided to go for a drive…ffffff…” Danny was quickly losing his composure.

“Mmhmm,” you decided to reward him with another hum that you were still listening. He was now thrusting hard up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every push. You grabbed onto his balls, and began to massage the underside of them with your middle finger.

“You parked on an empty road and it started to thunderstorm really bad….shhhhhhit… so you decided to move to the back seat and continue the night’s um….ffffestivties.

“Uh, he said he made you cum in a way you never have before,” he glanced back to Sam and gave you a crude look. Oh God, he told him about the time he made you squirt. Yikes. There really were stories shared on that bus. Your mind shot back with memories again.

The two of you contorted in an odd way in your small back seat. You leaned on the door with one leg dangling in the floor and one up over the seat. Sam’s lanky body bent up in such a way that looked uncomfortable, but he'd never admit it. His beautiful face between your legs, pressing his mouth and tongue in all the right places, with one hand on your breast and the other fingering in and out of you. The lightning was bad that night, it was almost constant flashing and the thunder was rolling and low instead of gunshot sounds. The rain was falling hard and fast too, just like you were. You watched Sam as he sporadically made eye contact with you while he rolled his tongue across your clit in such a way that tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, not to mention that he was edging the hell out of you. Every time he could tell your body was tensing, he’d let up or slow down, much to your growing annoyance. ‘FUCK!’ you’d practically yell at him, to which he just answered with a teasing smile and switch to a different pace. Your mind was turning into ice water. You had your fingers intertwined in his long hair, and you’d pull it back to watch him while he worked.

The lightning wasn’t like camera flashes, but more like a strobe light that had a dimmer switch. It illuminated his features in the most beautiful and ethereal way. God, you couldn’t believe your eyes every time mother nature decided to light up the darkness that night. His deep brown eyes flashed at you exactly in time with the lightning, and you would cry out each time the thunder would roll and vibrate the car. He had grabbed your hand with his free hand and squeezed your fingers and massaged your palms in such a multitasked manner; you’d never guess that he was basically folded in half and drowning himself in your pussy. He’d intertwine his fingers with yours, and you remember glancing down at them and thinking to yourself how well your hands fit together. How perfect they looked when he’d massage your palms with his thumb. Every move he made was intentional. It always was. He listened to your body better than any man ever had before.

“Does that feel good, lover?”

“Yes baby, please don’t stop..”

There it was again- the realization of the absolute multitasking skill he had, just like Danny has. It was that night in the back of your car that you simultaneously had the most shocking, jarring, and beautiful orgasm of your life, and also the night you realized you were in love with Sam.

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You came back to the here and now with a rushed flood of nerves as you noticed there had been a long silence while you flipped through the memories of that night. You came to, and realized you were still performing quite well on Danny’s blow job. He was watching you as he realized what was happening. You could see in his face that he was fighting his orgasm as you were scrolling through your mental rolladex of Sam memories. You remembered the task at hand, and decided to go even harder on Danny, as a thank you for being so good and giving you all the details. You took your middle finger and began to rub small circles on his taint, and squeeze his balls at the same time. You swirled your tongue in just the right way as to make him tilt his head back in pleasure. You sent him down deep, and swallowed hard around him, squeezing him in the back of your throat. A gag threatened you, but you grabbed your own thumb in your hand and squeezed to push the threat away.

“Fuck, y/n!! I’m close…where do you want-“ Danny trailed off, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. You opened your mouth and ran your tongue along the head for him to see, making eye contact and giving a small nod for him to proceed. You have his balls an extra gentle but tight squeeze, and it finally sent him over the edge. He squeezed his fingernails into your hip as he came, shooting down your throat, that of which you accepted and swallowed down with gratitude. You watched him as he tilted his head back into the pillow and gripped the sheets with his other hand. He groaned and writhed, riding out his high and speaking obscenities into the room with no concern of who could hear him. When he finally calmed down, you placed a small kiss on the tip of his dick. You sat back on your heels, and wiped your mouth clean of him. You smiled at yourself and felt your lips begin to swell pink.

“Damn, girl. You really know what you’re doing there,” Danny muffled out, throwing his arm overtop of his face to shield himself.

You shot him a smile and raised one shoulder toward your ear, suddenly feeling kind of shy. He placed both hands on either side of your head, and puckered up and kissed the air between you. The realization you had about Sam while you were going down on his best friend came flooding back to the forefront of your mind, and you suddenly felt dizzy. You raised up off the bed, and turned to face Sam, who was still seated in his same position. You met each other’s eyes and he finally spoke, “What a night that was in the backseat, hmm?”