#he just looks so fucking classy it’s fantastic

[anotherhibiscuswow]

They went hard with his outfit for Christmas while his classmates all looked very cute and everything, he out did them all. King shit right there.

[elvensorceress]

fuck it friday

wow are we going to say fuck it this friday... idk I started a thing. don't look at me. slightly nsfw and references buck/tommy sex but it is absolutely going to be a buddie pining threesome fic. I said don't look at me. these boys are dumb and need some help. tagged by @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @tizniz @sibylsleaves tagging for now or this weekend or just because you might be interested? @eddiebabygirldiaz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @bihoebuck @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @ellelans @messyhairdiaz @wh0re-behavi0r 😘 ILY

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And Buck is having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and, I know what his cock feels like in my throat, and, why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do. 

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second. 

Bisexuality, man. Who knew? 

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades. 

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well. 

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too. 

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had. 

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now. 

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it. 

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend.

What is wrong with that?

[tideswept]

Obikin pretty woman au 😏😏😏😏

anon, this has been in my inbox for ages. just. torturing me. tempting me. winking lasciviously at me.

and I have to ask myself every time I come across it, do I really want to write another prostitute!Anakin AU? Does it have to be Anakin? And in my heart of hearts, I know that the answer is yes, and I should accept it. Because damn, could he pull off the outfits.

but I dunno. I'm weird? I like to do weird things? also never actually adapted a movie to a fic? Not yet anyway.

(Practical Magical AU fic, when will it be your turn?)

so I think

.....

okay, let the brain percolate

I think it should be Anakin who finds Obi-Wan. Who is just. He's had a bad day, okay? Like, fantastically fucking bad, big rich money business deals, he's stressed and tired of being the Negotiator but lives are at stake here, employees who need to keep their jobs, so he has to swallow back the stress--but he's been swallowing back that stress for years now.

He's tired.

He didn't mean to just walk out of the 5-star hotel. What he needed was a drink, and not the kind they served at the hotel bar, charging 50 credits for a shot. No, he needs it cheap and dirty and burning on the way down.

"Shit, you look awful," the voice says, and a body sits down next to him on the curb. Normally Obi-Wan wouldn't appreciate a stranger appearing out of nowhere and getting so close to him, but this stranger smells nice, actually. And they're warm, whereas he seems to have lost his jacket at some point between the first and third bar.

"You can't be out here like this, you know? Gonna get mugged and left for dead."

The voice is young enough that it bothers Obi-Wan. And that's how he meets Anakin Skywalker, who's also tired, except he's only twenty-two and hasn't been further than a hundred miles from where he was born. Anakin's got a black eye because he got a fight with a nerfherder and he's not that bothered, some people think that's hot. It's not really going to cut into his profits.

He lights up and offers the death stick to the strange, classy man that definitely shouldn't be sitting on the street after midnight on that liminal strip of road where respectable turns to grimy, and pulls off his high heeled boots and tucks them to the side, switching them over for practical running shoes he keeps in his bag.

Obi-Wan just sort of stares. And then takes the death stick. And for some reason, he's just drunk enough that he starts talking about the shit day he's had, and the even worse week he's about to have.

Anakin snorts and makes catty comments that have Obi-Wan smiling, because that's exactly what he's too polite to say. Too much the Negotiator.

"God," Anakin says after the death stick has long crumbled to ashes. "You need either a serious marathon fuck or drugs. Maybe both. And then to quit your job and do something that doesn't make you want to die."

And Obi-Wan thinks that's the greatest idea he's ever heard.

"Are you--" he nods at the boots. They're rather unmistakable in purpose. And the boy is hardly dressed for the cold night.

"If you're a cop, no," Anakin answers. "If you're asking for how much for the night, you're too fucking drunk, my guy, and I'm too tired to get vomited on. You want me to call you a car or are you just gonna sit here until someone does decide to mug you?"

Obi-Wan chooses the car.

(He comes back the next day to find Anakin. Cue the rest of the movie? CLOTHING MONTAGE. Uhhhhh Qui-Gon as the hotel clerk?)

[bachissidehoe]

lovely

chapter 10 of it's classy, not classic [bachisagi]

“One week!” Bachira barges into Isagi’s apartment, no different from how he usually does it.

Isagi stands in front of him, his eyes shifting back and forth, wondering how Bachira continues to remain unfazed by everything that’s happened between them in the past couple days. He shouldn’t be so confused, Bachira is always like this. His dream of playing soccer was ruined and he stopped wallowing and turned it into something new- Isagi would never be that resilient. 

“One week,” Isagi says with a breath, sounding much less excited than Bachira is. “Until you leave.” He finishes. Yeah, he’s definitely not excited about it. 

This one week they have together marks one week left of their fake relationship. Bachira will move back with his mother, out of Tokyo, and away from Isagi. Potentially forever. One week and this will all be over. 

Isagi’s been thinking about it for the past couple days since the art symposium, and he’s come to the conclusion that he doesn’t even think he’s gay or straight. Perhaps he’s Bachira-sexual. When Bachira leaves and Isagi makes the crushing announcement that their relationship has ended, he doesn’t think he’ll ever want anyone else. 

But he’s already been too selfish. 

“Exactly.” Bachira grins, taking Isagi’s hand in his. 

Just the slight touch makes a blush creep across Isagi’s cheeks. It’s not subtle either, because the grin on Bachira’s face only gets bigger. 

“One week for me to do everything I’ve wanted to do with you.” Bachira pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, almost like he wants to pretend like he shouldn’t have said that. 

Isagi gulps. “That’s- true.” 

Bachira’s hands go from Isagi’s wrists to his shoulders, guiding him to the middle of his couch. Isagi messily sits down, now having to look up at a standing Bachira Meguru. 

“You know how fantastic this is?” Bachira leans forward, his hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of Isagi. He’s very close. It always feels like this, so sudden, yet so right, the way those feelings rocket through Isagi’s body and take up every single neuron in his brain. 

“What do you mean?” Isagi rushes through his sentence, saying it almost in a whisper. He doesn’t have to speak much louder than that, his breath is already dancing over Bachira’s pretty lips. 

“You wanna keep doing stuff with me, don’t you?” Bachira asks, though he already knows the answer. It may as well be written across his damn forehead in sharpie marker in big black letters: “PLEASE FUCK ME BACHIRA MEGURU”.

“Well, yeah.” Isagi breathes. 

“We had those few kisses, and then I sucked you off in a dark room, but we have plenty more to do.” Bachira fully stands up, releasing Isagi from the erotic prison he created on Isagi’s own couch. 

Isagi lets out a breath. “Why are you saying it like it’s an assignment?” Isagi mumbles. 

Bachira giggles, then pauses. He turns around, facing Isagi with a gorgeous, genuine smile. “I guess I’m just excited.”

Isagi’s not sure if he’s ever felt this exact feeling before, but he feels like his eyes just turned into glitter and the world around him turned into a sea of butterflies and rainbows circling around Bachira. The only thing he can think at the moment is: “ohmygodhessocuteohhessocuteplease”. 

“You seem pretty excited too, after being pinned to your couch.” Bachira winks, taking a quick glance at Isagi’s crotch area.

Isagi reddens, quickly pulling a throw pillow onto his lap. 

But Bachira’s right, he did like that. He liked getting pushed into the door too. He liked being tossed around a little. 

“I always had a feeling you were more on the submissive side.” Bachira sticks his tongue out. 

“Huh? No way!” Isagi argues. “I was the one who told you to get on your knees, remember that?” He huffs.

“Hm, after I told you to tell me what you want.” 

“But- you were saying that because you needed my direction! You’re the submissive one.” Isagi scrunches his nose. 

“I was being a service top.” Bachira giggles. “By the way, you look so cute when you’re arguing with me about who tops.” 

Isagi squeezes the pillow harder into his lap. Truly, Bachira’s words are enough. “What’s even a service top anyway?” He mumbles, knowing he’s already defeated. The submissive one is the one who gets flustered, the dominant one is the one who does the flustering. 

“Like the opposite of a power bottom. Still in charge, but giving you what you want.” 

“So like…” Isagi breathes. He’s getting quite heavy down there. “The one that puts it in is always the top, right?” Isagi can’t even make eye contact, he’ll probably pass out if he watches Bachira’s lips curl up into that cute little smirk. 

“Not always.” Bachira answers honestly. “But generally, yeah.” 

“But weren’t you-” Isagi takes another breath. “A bottom? Um, before?” 

“Sure, in that relationship.” 

“Then why are you insisting on topping me?”

“Because look at you!” Bachira approaches Isagi again, standing with his legs trapping Isagi’s. He reaches out, lifting his chin with his pointer finger. “You deserve to be topped.” 

Isagi lets out a nervous breath, though it comes out as more of a light whine. He’s absolutely the submissive one. 

Bachira leans in, holding his lips just a few centimeters away from Isagi’s. With a smirk threatening to appear across those perfect, pink lips, he refuses to close the gap. Instead, Bachira prefers to watch Isagi fall apart, to watch his eyes flutter closed with the anticipation of that gap being smothered shut, to watch him push his own head slightly forward, hoping that Bachira will meet him there. Bachira loves watching Isagi open his pleading eyes, only to be met with Bachira’s bottom lip caught between his teeth and zero intention to kiss him. 

“You want me so bad.” Bachira whispers. 

It’s unfair to be in this position, Isagi believes that. He’s frustrated, even embarrassed. And yet, he still finds himself shifting, thanking the throw pillow for concealing his painfully hard erection. He considers simply lurching forward and taking it from him, but in his submissive state, he just can’t bring himself to do it. 

“Yeah.” Isagi admits with a single breath, his eyes half lidded and dark with lust. It’s amazing how Bachira can have this effect with only a single movement, one that doesn’t even result in a simple touch. 

“You like being teased.” Bachira observes. 

As usual, there’s nothing Isagi can hide from the insightful Bachira Meguru. 

“I don't know if I like it.” Isagi grumbles. “But I guess my body does.” 

Bachira reaches down, lacing his fingers into the collar of Isagi’s shirt. The number one soccer player in the world, someone who can go up against any player and win by a landslide, is squashed under the thumb of Bachira Meguru. 

“Megu-” Isagi protests, watching Bachira lean in for what’s likely another tease. Isagi’s heart pounds against the walls of his chest, and once again that hot breath sends him into an erotic hypnosis. “I have to kiss you, sorry, I have to~” 

Isagi uses his own hands, forcing Bachira forward until he loses his balance, falling into Isagi’s lap. The gap closes, finally indulging the striker in a long-awaited kiss. 

Isagi holds onto Bachira for dear life, quickly lacing his fingers in his hair to keep him from pulling away. He’s unapologetically desperate, sloppily licking at his glistening lips. And those noises Bachira makes, those perfect little breaths, they slide over Isagi’s body like a blanket. In no time Bachira figures out his mechanism for control, sliding over top of Isagi and forcing him on his back, never once breaking their kiss. 

There’s the switch that flips when Isagi’s on the field, the one that turns him into a force to be reckoned with, something so different from his normal, kind personality. Isagi expected that a similar switch would flip when in a situation like this, turning him into a dominant lover with a fiery passion. Instead, the switch that flips is a new kind of switch. 

“I need to~” Isagi moans, tugging Bachira’s bottom lip between his teeth. “I need to make you feel good.” He almost whines it. The desperation in his voice is obvious, he’s not attempting to hide those feelings of submission. 

The fire and passion still exist when this switch is flipped, that much is clear, but this is focused on a deep desire to please someone else. Any strong passion Isagi has ever felt has existed for himself only, his need to score goals, to be the best, to take down every opponent that stands in his way. But this one is so much different. 

“That’s good, I was going to ask you to.” Bachira chuckles, pulling his head against Isagi’s tight grip on his messy locks of two-toned hair. “Fuck, I love when you pull my hair.” 

So Isagi pulls it harder, forcing Bachira’s exposed neck toward his lips. Every little inch of Bachira’s skin should be kissed, Isagi believes that with every fiber of his being. Nipping and sucking pretty purple marks into the sensitive skin of his neck isn’t enough. Every inch of him should be covered in hickeys, drooled on, worshiped. 

“People are gonna see that, you know~” Bachira taunts, his eyes snapped shut as Isagi tugs at his shirt with his teeth. 

“They should.” Isagi growls, looking at him with pleading eyes and his shirt caught between his teeth. He looks like a puppy. “Let them know you’re mine.” 

“I wanna feel good, Yoichi~.” Bachira switches gears, sitting up to force his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. He smirks, grabbing Isagi by the collar and forcing him upright. 

He reaches for the hem of his shirt, holding eye contact with Isagi as he pulls his shirt over his head, the touch of Bachira’s fingers against his bare skin sending a shiver down Isagi’s spine. Isagi doesn’t miss the shirt, not when Bachira looks him up and down wearing that signature smirk of his, his tongue poking between his sharp teeth. 

“I want you to feel good.” Isagi lurches forward, eager to continue tangling their lips together, potentially until the end of time. 

“Ah-“ Bachira stops him, pressing his hand to Isagi’s bare chest. “Get on your knees.” He directs. “It’s your turn this time.”

Isagi obeys, he has no reason not to. This desire to please Bachira well surpasses his desire to be viewed as dominant. He’d bark for Bachira if he asked.

Bachira slides his bottoms down his perfect thighs, calmly sitting on the couch with his legs on either side of Isagi’s frame. And all Isagi can do is stare, watch as Bachira’s thick cock springs upward, slapping against his stomach, twitching and pulsing with every movement. His tip is plump and eager, a bead of precum situated just inside the slight divot of his hole. And it’s so thick, and long. 

“You’re-“ Isagi gulps, his jaw slacked as he tries to imagine fitting even half of that thing in his little virgin mouth. 

“Go on.” Bachira leans back, resting his arms calmly on the back of the couch, proudly showing off his big dick. 

“So pretty.” Isagi leans down, placing a kiss to his tip. He never thought of describing a dick as pretty before, but Bachira’s somehow fits that description perfectly. “And really fucking big.” He breathes. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to fit the whole thing.” Bachira chuckles. “I like a hand on the bottom and a lot of tongue work on the top.” He explains, reaching down to caress Isagi’s face with the back of his hand, almost tauntingly. 

“Okay.” Isagi slowly wraps his fingers around his shaft, reveling in the feeling of a cock in his hand that isn’t his own. It doesn’t feel weird at all, not like he thought it would. It feels- powerful. 

“That’s it~” Bachira sighs, his fingers already lacing themselves in Isagi’s hair, kindly holding his long black bangs away from his face. 

Isagi’s confidence is at an all time high despite this being his first time doing anything like this. When Bachira lets out those little gasps and praises, Isagi can only get more excited, his own cock seated heavy in his boxers, twitching at the thought of pleasuring Bachira like this. 

He swirls his tongue around the tip, recalling what he liked when Bachira did it to him. He replicates motions he assumes would feel good, hollowing out his cheeks to create suction on Bachira’s thick shaft. Every time Bachira makes a noise, Isagi makes a mental note, learning what he likes best in no time at all. All the while, he uses his hand, jerking the base into his mouth like he’s thrusting it into his own throat. 

Bachira’s thighs twitch and tense, squeezing Isagi’s shoulders. His head remains back against the couch, lazily rocking from side to side as he moans for more. 

“I could fuck your throat, make you choke-” Bachira rasps, his voice hoarse and tired. “Aren’t you worried?” He taunts. 

Isagi slides off his cock with a pop of his lips, forcing eye contact with the pretty boy on the couch. Isagi’s lips and chin glisten with his own drool and Bachira’s precum. He’s so messy, unapologetic about it too, with his wet tongue loosely hanging out of his mouth. 

“I don’t think I’d mind it much,” Isagi admits, suddenly taking interest in Bachira’s bare inner thighs. “But you’re really big, and my jaw needs a break.” 

He continues pumping his cock with his hand, spreading his drool over the entire pulsing shaft. But his mouth clamps onto Bachira’s inner thigh, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. 

“Ah~ fuck~” Bachira gasps, tugging harder on Isagi’s hair in response to the unexpected stimulation.

Isagi can’t help but moan as well, biting and sucking on the exposed skin until he’s sure those pretty thighs are covered in deep purple marks. Every tug on his hair and gasp that escapes from Bachira’s lips is a sign to keep going, to keep pouring everything into pleasing him. His thumb traces over the tip of his cock, forcing those milky clumps of white precum to squeeze through the small hole. 

“That’s- holy shit~” Bachira becomes more vocal with every bite, writhing under Isagi’s touch. “I’m getting- fuck I’m close~” Bachira forces his eyes open, weakly pulling Isagi’s mouth away from his sore thighs. “Need y’to swallow.” He’s much less dominant seeming now that he’s in this position, in fact, it looks like he’s the one begging now. 

This time it’s Isagi smirking, holding that eye contact as he takes the tip back into his mouth, sliding his wet lips down his shaft until Bachira spills his load, his jaw slacked and a string of curses and moans escaping with his thick stream. 

Isagi jumps back in surprise- he did not expect the volume of cum that rocketed down his throat. It surprised him enough to pull off Bachira’s shaft entirely, forcing some of the white substance to dribble out of Isagi’s mouth and down his chin. He swallows the rest, but he’s certainly surprised by the texture. It definitely doesn’t go down as easily as he expected it to. 

But god damn. He can’t help but love it, love the taste, the feeling of it all over his face, the fact that he made him do that. 

Bachira grabs his crumpled shirt and holds it to Isagi’s chin, wiping the drool and cum off his pretty face. “Holy shit.” He breathes with a light chuckle. “I didn’t expect to cum so fast.” 

Isagi tilts his head to the side, watching as Bachira examines the bites on his inner thigh, blooming a sea of beautiful bruises. He traces over them with his fingers. “Nobody’s ever done that before. I didn’t know I liked it so much. It got me close so fast.” 

“Oh, really?” Isagi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, resisting the urge to pounce on top of Bachira and keep leaving little marks just like those pretty ones on his thighs. 

“Fuck. Yeah.” Bachira nods slowly, meeting Isagi’s sparkling blue eyes with his half lidded, post orgasmic gaze. “You’re good at all that.” 

Isagi only stares back, flushed and trying to maintain control over his own body. He sits on his knees, slowly moving to rest his head in Bachira’s lap, hoping that when he recovers he’ll still want to kiss him. 

“Well you deserve a treat after that, hm?” Bachira pets Isagi’s head, his hands still weak from cumming just seconds ago. 

“Really?” Isagi looks up with those puppy dog eyes, Bachira can’t help but want to squeeze him. The best striker in the world, wrapped around his finger. 

“I mean I wanna fuck you.” Bachira chuckles.

Isagi gulps. “I don’t know if that will fit-” He starts nervously. The thought is exciting of course, bent over his own couch with Bachira’s thick cock slamming into him, maybe he’d even jerk him a bit while he fucks him, that would be amazing. But truthfully, Isagi has no idea how feasible that is, and how painful it would be. He’s dazed just imagining it. 

“No way,” Bachira laughs. “Yoichi- you don’t start with a dick. I’ll rip you in half.”

Even that post-orgasm laugh is gorgeous, laced with a little rasp and a hint of tiredness. It makes Isagi want to force his tongue down his throat to coat it in his saliva, maybe that’ll help clear that rasp, or maybe Isagi just wants to keep kissing him. He’s still hard, after all, he hasn’t exactly calmed down like Bachira has after getting sucked off.

“You start with smaller toys.” Bachira explains. 

“Oh, gotcha.” Isagi buries his face into the couch, hoping to prevent Bachira from seeing the redness creep back across his cheeks. 

“And I brought some.” 

Isagi’s head perks up, meeting Bachira’s cute smile and scrunched up nose. 

“Do you want to try?” Bachira asks, standing up and grabbing his bag. “I bought a couple vibrators of different sizes-” He pulls out some still-wrapped dildos. “Figured I’ll work you up until you can take me.” He winks. 

“I-in a week?” Isagi stutters, unable to prevent himself from looking Bachira’s naked body up and down, paying special attention to the budding bruises on his neck and thighs. He looks so pretty like this, with remnants of Isagi all over him. 

“If it works out, it works out, if it doesn’t it doesn’t.” Bachira shrugs. He’s very easy going about this for such an intense person, but Isagi should expect nothing less. Bachira is overall the most kind and caring person he’s ever met, of course he’d be caring more about Isagi’s pleasure than his own. 

Isagi just nods. He’s nervous, but eager. Plus, his cock still pulses heavily in his boxers, he’d be willing to let Bachira do just about anything to get him off at this point. 

“Then to the bedroom we go!” He exclaims, skipping away. 

Isagi can only giggle, that’s just Bachira. Nothing phases him, and no matter what, he’s always his authentic self. Isagi can only hope he’s enough for him, or at least, that he’s been enough for him in the time they’ve spent together. Like Bachira said, they only have one week left. 

But he’ll make the most of it. Even if this is the last week they ever spend together. 

Within minutes, Isagi wishes he’d just swallowed his pride and told Bachira how he felt sooner. He should have told him right after that first kiss, if this was what he’d been missing out on. With his face shoved into his pillow and his ass in the air, taking repeated thrusts from the vibrating dildo. 

He whines and groans into the fluffy cotton of the pillowcase, hoping it swallows enough of the noise to make it sound normal rather than guttural declarations of pleasure. 

“That’s it, see? Not so bad, hm?” Bachira coaxes him through it, his hand wrapped around the base of the dildo, guiding it in and out of his tight little ass. 

Sure, it hurt a little at first, but the second it reached that spot, the pain completely washed away. And this is only the first size, Isagi can surely take more, he wants to take more. At this point, with his cock twitching and pulsing as it slides across the fabric of his bedsheets, he hopes it hurts a little. 

“Can take more- please~” Isagi begs, suddenly unbothered by the prospect of being a bottom. Right now, he’ll be whatever Bachira wants. He’ll be a dog, he’ll put on makeup and dress like a schoolgirl, he’ll-

“We can go up a size, I think.” Bachira speaks in a softer voice than normal, almost teasing in how calm and peaceful he sounds. “You have such a pretty hole.” He places a kiss to Isagi’s back. “So tight, I can’t wait to fuck you myself.” 

“Yeah- fuck.” Isagi whines. “Up a size, but I’m not gonna last.” He says honestly, his body nearly shaking from the feeling of his full balls begging to burst at any moment. 

Bachira takes the next size up, lathering it in a thick layer of lube before poking the tip at his entrance. 

Isagi mumbles into the pillow, trying once again not to be too loud. 

“Do you want it?” Bachira taunts, whispering in his ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Isagi’s spine. 

“Mhm~” Isagi moans. 

“Are you sure?” Bachira continues to tease, clearly back to his normal, devilish self. He loves watching Isagi squirm, knowing he has such an intense effect on him. 

“Please~” Isagi lifts his head up, whispering his plea. 

Bachira leans down further, holding the vibrating tip against Isagi’s ass. “I love it when you beg.” He says, slowly forcing it inside him. 

It doesn’t slide in easily, but Isagi’s okay with that. He loves when it hurts a little, sending painful shocks up through his body only makes his cock twitch harder. There’s something about that pain that makes Bachira excited too, those thrusts only get more forceful when Isagi whines out. 

“M-more-” Isagi chokes on his own breath. “More-more more~” He whines, his fingernails nearly ripping through the sheets as he stuffs his face into the pillow.

Bachira reaches under Isagi’s frame, gripping his desperate cock in his free hand while maintaining control over the vibrator. 

“Ah-!” Isagi gasps, instinctively grinding into Bachira’s hand as the vibrator makes contact with his sweet spot. 

He doesn’t even have time to warn Bachira before he releases, spurts of hot cum shooting into the blank canvas of the mattress, decorating it with creamy white strings. It’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever felt, with his ass squeezing tight around the vibrator and Bachira’s hand squeezing tightly around his cock. He feels lightheaded, breathless, desperate to hold onto the feeling. 

“Fuck-” Bachira reacts, slowing his hand, feeling Isagi’s cum drip down and ripple through between his fingers. 

Isagi can’t even hear himself as he rides out his high, his brain foggy with the feeling of ecstasy coursing through him. But Bachira can certainly hear him, whining and mewling like an animal in heat. If Isagi wasn’t so new to all of this- he’d flip him over and fuck him right now. But compared to the 3 inch vibrator that Isagi’s puckered hole is already so tightly wrapped around- Bachira would still rip him apart. 

Instead, he lays him down in the puddle of his own cum, slowly removing the vibrator and wiping him clean, softly kissing his chest, raking his fingers through Isagi’s messy hair. 

“Is that what I’ve missed?” Isagi speaks after what feels like ages of Bachira watching his chest sputter as it rises and falls. 

“Mhmmmm~” Bachira hums. “You’re awfully desperate.” 

“I feel so exhausted but I feel like I want more too.” Isagi grumbles. “I can’t believe you’re doing all this for me.” He says after another moment. The post orgasmic state fills him with a feeling of appreciation and sentiment, like he just wants to float on a sea of flowers. 

“This is for me too.” Bachira snickers. “We’ve got the whole week still.” He lays next to Isagi on the pillow, his hands behind his head, strategically lacing his thighs between Isagi’s. 

“Right.” Isagi says, his feeling of ecstasy suddenly being overcome with a feeling of sentiment, even disappointment. “The week.” 

They could lay there for ages, and maybe they should, but the world still moves forward. Isagi still has practice, Bachira still has meetings. They have to work, and eat, and sleep- though in this moment Isagi feels like Bachira’s presence counts as basic human needs. 

He shouldn’t tell him he loves him. 

He can’t tell him that. 

“I should shower.” Isagi says instead, finally finding the strength to sit up, looking over his shoulder at Bachira, dressed only in his boxers with his hair messily spread across the pillow he rests his head on. All those marks are forming into lovely purple bruises. It makes him look even more beautiful. 

“Okay.” Bachira smiles. A genuine one. 

And that’s enough. It has to be.

[that-irishman-fan]

one piece characters that give off bisexual energy part one!

( GIF is not mine, it belongs to @snippychicke and neither is One Piece or its characters mine in any way! )

Kuro/Klahadore

Arc: Syrup Village, East Blue, Vols. 3-5, Chapters 23-44

Headcanon: Kuro is bisexual biromantic, but I can also see him being sapiosexual too.

Thie Machiavellian butler himself serves both tea and cunt as the first contender in this series! Kuro was always interesting to me as a twelve-year-old reading One Piece for the first time. He was definitely a highlight when I was uncertain about the story as a whole. ( Keep in mind One Piece was the first manga and anime I fell in love with, after my grandparents had bought me the first volume from a flea market when we were visiting them on summer vacation. ) I've seen lots of people put him down as an antagonist for being a walking trope, lazily written, or just plain boring. I don't get it myself and I'll always be a Kuro stan. You couldn't have had a layered baddie such as Doflamingo or Orochi in such an early part of the story. It wouldn't have fit the tone. While there are some irksome qualities to Kuro and his motivations, I won't hop on that hate train saying he is somehow a terrible villain. Kuro was classy, snobbish, wicked smart, a scheming bad boy who I always pictured as belonging in Buckingham Palace laying out silverware for the royal family. Can I just say how fucking mental I went when they made his actor in the Netflix series English? I've always had a thing for villains, and he was no exception to me as a middle-schooler. I've had a plot bunny for a small one-shot involving Kuro as the main character; before he betrayed Kaya, just about his daily routine as a butler. I find anything to do with butlers to be absolutely fascinating-- I'm showing my autism and ADHD here. In it I wanted to write Kuro as being explicitly bisexual. I can't really explain why I get a gay aura off of him. Perhaps it's queer coding, a subconscious recognition or gaydar, or just me being ridiculous. I really got it when I reread East Blue again recently, and after I saw the live-action. The latter had a HUGE part in forming my opinion on Kuro being bi. This is more me joking, but can we agree being a cat person is inherently queer? I think either he's really overkill with the whole black cat theme, or there's something else going on. I also want to add I'm firmly convinced he'd be sapiosexual too. This is a man who prioritizes intelligence as a both strength and virtue. You can't tell me he wouldn't be looking for smarts as the defining trait in a significant other; somebody to match his own wit. Some characters I've chosen for these headcanons won't fit into one easy box, which is true to life as we don't all think, love, or view things the same way. I want to make sure I'm showing representation and diversity to our beautiful community, no matter how we identify.

So yes, Kuro/Klahadore is bisexual biromantic and sapiosexual in my mind! I should quickly write as an aside that I won't be going in any particular order with these posts. So, we'll be jumping across arcs to all kinds of characters. With that, thank you all for reading this, please let me know what you think! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Have a fantastic rest of your weekend and take it easy!

[hollyhomburg]

I’ve been wanting to ask this for so long but 🥺 how would the pack&mc be on mc’s birthday?

ahhhhhh this is such a cute question? i think i might have answered it before, tbh...and this might get angsty...but i think the pack might fuck up the m/c's first two birthdays? the first one because she literally forgets to tell them and they're a little hurt because "you didn't think we'd want to celebrate you?" and the next one...because they plan a surprise for her and she goes through the whole day thinking that they just forgot 🥺

im imagining her face falling as she walks in to the house after being sent on some wild goose chase, maybe one of the alphas got demanding and she felt like a bad omega (of course they just did it so that she'd be out of the house so they could set up gifts and games and stuff) and she wants to be happy as everyone shouts suprise but honestly- it kinda sends her into a full blown panic attack because her ptsd can't handle suprises?

i bet namjoon and jin usher out her friends while the pack decends (most of them from jungkook's gym, one of the neighbors she's made friends with, and a queer they/them alpha that her and tae go shopping with sometimes) and she really tries not to ruin it but the pack very quickly transition into comfort not excitement.

the pack pull her into the nest and talk it through and they realize just how badly they fucked up. i think yoongi and hobi probably take it the hardest- yoongi because he thinks he should have known what she wanted better (he's her /mate/ for christs sake) and hobi because he really wanted her first real birthday with the pack to be special 🥺

i bet jk's even sniffly wrapped around her waist, very very upset with himself because he prides himself on throwing the best birthday parties for the pack. none of them are bakers like her but him and tae worked so so so hard on the cake- she even put little hearts on it too 🥺

eventually i bet they have pizza and facemasks in the nest and open up her presents even though their hearts really aren't in it, they promise to make it up to her, each in their own special way.

for hobi- she gets a beach day with just the two of them, maybe a comfy air mattress set up with blankets to watch the sunset, all of their favorite munchies and junk foods.

she gets a botanical garden day with jin where he hires a photographer to do a little photoshoot, and they walk arm and arm through the flowers, i bet he'd also get her something expensive but classy, little diamond earings or something like that.

for yoongi- she'd a cooking class night where they drag the rest of the pack along, they both get fantastically drunk and make an absolute fool of themselves. afterwords the pack drive them home and and end up pushing all of the furnature to the sides of the house and sock skating together or maybe he gifts her a pair of rollerblades and the pack try them out.

i think jk's gift would be a little bit more...sexual in nature, maybe jk would ask the doms to splurge and pick out some sort of fucking machine 🥰 or her own set of bunny ears and a bunny tail. or maybe they'd negotiate something new but risky- like double penetration or a 'fake' glory hole of some sorts where she has to guess which of the pack is fucking her- all orchestrated by the darling maknae <3

i think namjoon would gift her a very very expensive nesting nook- kind of a built in cave with carefully apulstered sides that cost a small fortune designed spesificially for omegas with a built in little door so that she can close it and have it feel all safe and cozy. noodle makes it his home almost immediatly- and i just picture nj coming home after a long day and looking for her finding her in it all curled up and safe smelling- exactly where the pack alpha wants his smallest pup <3

jimin and tae's gift would be sort of joint, a small shopping spree and then fancy afternoon teatime with all the fancy finger sandwitches and stuff. maybe some hot chocolate and cakes to finish it off. i just imagine them coming home in the afternoon and the real treat is just getting to cuddle with both of them all close and happy, maybe the m/c wakes between the two of them and jimin's tangled around her and they just lounge until the rest of the pack get home and join them in the nest, all of them close and cuddly <3

[daydreamgoddess14]

Life After Richmond pt. 2

MASTERLIST

A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/a reader insert/OFC. No use of y/n l/n.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"How do I look? Is the dress too much? Maybe I shouldn't wear heels?" Callie twisted and turned in front of the full-length mirror. Her dress was a wrap dress with a deep V, which followed the curve of her bust. It held with a knot at the waist and draped to just below her knees with the slit hidden by the wrap unless she moved. It was classy, demure but feminine and a little sexy. She felt the best she had in a long time. She'd put back on the weight she lost following the breakup, and her hair and skin had recovered from the excesses of wine, junk food and sleepless nights. 

"You look fantastic. The heels are fine - not too high. You look like a woman who means business." In her living room, Laura was checking and rechecking the email confirmation for the meeting. "We need to go. Are you ready?"

"Yep, let's do it." Callie gathered her coat and bag, her laptop sleeve, and took her phone off charge. A short cab ride later, they were booked in and waiting for the elevator to take them to the 12th floor. Callie got out her phone to put it on silent. There was a good luck message from her sister and a message from Jason, which presumably was on similar lines. She opened them to clear them. Jason didn't say good luck, though. It just said 'Don't freak out.' Well, that was one way to instill confidence she rolled her eyes. 

Laura hustled her out of the lift as she pushed her phone back into her bag. She felt a solid shove in her lower back, guiding her into the conference room. Callie froze in the doorway. She looked past the Apple exec to the two familiar figures in the window overlooking the city.

"Good morning, Ms. Draper, thank you for coming down to see us. I'm Dan Andrews, and I believe you already know these gentlemen?" Laura caught Callie's laptop sleeve before it

hit the floor and proceeded to also take her bag and coat from her hands. She put everything onto the large glass table and went to shake hands, pulling Callie with her. Callie felt her arm move with the motion of shaking hands and she mumbled an introduction, but she barely glanced at Dan. She then found herself standing in front of both Brett and Jason. 

"Good to see you, love. You look great." Brett smiled, pulling her into a hug that lifted her feet from the ground. Her hands pushed him away slightly, anger rising to the surface. 

"What the fuck, Brett?" she whispered. He placed her back down, her feet stumbling slightly. Jason caught her elbow to steady her, and hugged her gently, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek.

"It's good to see you after so long. Don't freak out." He muttered directly into her ear, "You look incredible." He felt her shiver as she pulled away from him, frowning.

"Shall we sit?" Dan suggested. Callie and Laura took one side of the table while Brett and Jason sat on the other side. "Feels like couples counseling." Dan joked, the sudden tension in the room had not been lost on him. Callie brushed non-existent lint from her dress, suddenly regretting the low neckline and split in the leg. She felt more self conscious and nervous than she had in the company of strangers. It was unsettling to have her professional and private lives combine without her knowledge. Across the table, Jason found himself wondering just how far into the neckline of her dress her blush went, and hoping he could talk her round from her anger.

He hadn’t wanted to catch her off guard, he had expected Dan to take the meeting alone and fill him in afterwards. He'd wanted their second meeting to be more like the first - coffee, maybe a walk. Not ambushing her in a clinical conference room.

"So, I understand you've met with the team at Netflix. I'd love to know more about their plans, maybe there's some details where we can be better suited, or we can be more flexible. But let me outline our intentions first - with Brett and Jason's input and then you can weigh in. Sounds good?" Callie nodded slowly without smiling, avoiding Brett and Jason's eyes. "Great, so I don't know how involved you want to be, or how much Netflix wants you to be, but we want it to be entirely your decision - I don't want to dictate to you. The intellectual property is yours and will obviously remain so, we will work fully with you. That's basically us in a nutshell. Did you want to talk through your other offer?" Callie shook her head and didn't bother hiding the anger in her voice. 

"No. To be honest, I want to hear from these two first." Brett took a deep breath and went to begin.

"Cal, please-"

"We never intended to ambush you." Jason interrupted, holding his hands up "Let me start at the beginning. I called Dan before I'd even finished reading the first chapter of your book. I knew immediately that if it ever crossed his desk, I wanted to be involved. That was the only thing I requested at the time and that was months before we met. Then I finally got to meet you, and we stayed in touch, and the more we talked the more I wanted to make this happen. Every idea you mention in conversation, every plotline you hint at, has gotten me so invested at the thought of working with you. When you told me about Netflix, I pushed Dan to arrange this meeting but I genuinely thought he'd meet with you alone first. I figured I wouldn't factor into this meeting at all. But Dan knows me, he knew I wouldn't be asking him if I was willing to hand the show to someone else. I only found out that I needed to be here last night, and by then I thought it would do more harm telling you. That's it, that's all there is so far." Callie held his gaze and didn't look away or say a word, knowing he still had more to say. "I want you to be involved in the whole thing. Exec producer - you, you want to write the whole thing alone? Totally fine, you want a writing team? It's yours. You outline the entire story arc, you decide the number of episodes we need. You help cast the thing. You'll be credited as co-creator-"

"I don't know the first thing about TV. I don't understand most of what you've just said." She said reproachfully, not letting him off the hook. 

"Callie, you are the captain. We're your navigators. Brett and I want to do this alongside you, otherwise we won't do it at all. What do Netflix want from you?" Callie took a deep breath. 

"They didn't say outright it’s early days, but I get the feeling they want me to be pretty hands off. I get credited as an exec producer but that's all. Their choice of writers, their choice of showrunner-"

"Do you know who?" Dan interrupted, "Does that have an impact on your decision?"

"They've discussed it being a Shondaland product. Which is fine, I guess. I love Bridgerton. I think she's worked really hard to get where she is. She's a force of nature. But she's also let Greys go on for nearly 20 years. And I obviously have no idea what she's like as a person. And they want full and total control. They want to be able to keep it going without my input and stray from the text, equally they can bin it after a season if they choose to." Across the table Brett rolled his eyes. 

"You are the one who should be in control of this." Jason nodded next to him. "Within sensible reason, we don't want to upset Dan." Brett offered the man at the head of the table a smile. 

"I agree. But if that's not what you want, then I get it." Jason chimed in. Callie stood up abruptly. 

"Can I get a minute please?"

"Sure, sure, we'll leave you-" Dan motioned for the room to be cleared but Callie got to the door first, leaving Laura and everyone else behind. 

"It's OK, I'll step out." 

The glass room had frosted panels running horizontally, all Jason could see was Callie's legs pacing backwards and forwards up and down the corridor outside, the frosted panel meant he couldn't see her face, just the very top of her head. He focused on following her feet with his eyes. She stopped and dropped into a low crouch, he could see the muscles in her calves and the curve of her bottom. Laura watched him from across the table with a smirk. Callie's last 6 months of conversational foreplay had not been on her bingo card. Through the glass, it looked as though Callie had her head in her hands. His heart ached at the thought that he was contributing to making the decision more difficult. She stood up again almost straight away and spun on her toes. He could see the outline of her body making for the door, which was thrown open with some force. 

Callie had paced up and down until she was dizzy. As an author, she was relatively well known - all the more since Jason had been peddling her book on both coasts to any and all of his friends and their friends. Daytime TV appearances had been a huge step up from when she’d published her first book. The journey into television was a daunting one, and the idea of Netflix and their colder approach frankly terrified her. Her book was her baby and she didn't want to let it go fully. The alternative option was clearly so much better, and she was overjoyed at the thought of working with Brett. It was working with Jason, which scared the shit out of her. She was a genuine fan, she'd already called him hot (something they'd never circled back to directly), they were beginning to speak almost more frequently than she and Brett did, she valued and craved his creative input. She sank to the ground, unsure whether to run for the elevator or back to the boardroom. The thought of disappointing him or underperforming was far more frightening on a personal level than a professional one. She dragged her hands through her hair, let out a huff of air and sprung to standing. She grabbed at the door handle and headed back in. 

She spoke directly to Brett and Jason without going back to her seat.

"I don't know anything about TV. Literally nothing. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to get it wrong. This would be much easier if I fucked up with a bunch of strangers. I could walk away, carry on writing and never think about it again." She met Jason's eyes, her voice wavering slightly, "I really can't disappoint you. I don't want this to be something my friends can hold over me for the rest of my life. I don’t want to end up jeopardising your career, or his." She gestured to Brett. He was standing in front of her before the last word had even crossed her lips. 

"I know you don't want to disappoint us. I doubt you could." He said with a smile, Callie rolled her eyes. 

"No, I mean-" 

"I know what you mean. I don't think you will disappoint anyone, and I certainly wouldn't hold it over you for the rest of our lives. I think you underestimate how much Brett and I want to work with you. This isn't about you winning us over - you already did that. We don't want to disappoint you." Callie's eyes filled with tears, moved by his words and struggling to hold onto her anger. "What do you think?" He asked, his eyes pleading. She sighed heavily, her resolve weakening.

"I have an advance for my next two books. I have deadlines."

"And we'll support you in meeting them. Hell, I want first refusal on adapting them. We can work all of this stuff out, together. I know he's a twat, but give us a chance." Jason nodded his head towards Brett, making Callie smile at last. 

"What happens next?" she asked. Jason sighed with relief, and Brett reached out to hug them both.

"I have some basic contracts here, just discussing exclusivity and allowing us to get into the finer details. This means we can set up further meetings to take our time on the important stuff without worrying that Netflix will poach you. It means we can get it right, not rushed." Dan smiled, producing the paperwork with a flourish.

"No fear there, Dan. I'm not going anywhere."

"Glad to hear it. Let's get those signed, and then you're free to celebrate. As you're already friends, you can start working on how you want the show to look and feel, I think that will get us into a great position to discuss the full contracts. We have the added benefit that Jason in particular knows how we like to operate and what these next discussions will entail. Believe me, I hear you about this sort of thing testing friendships, but this is harder with a group of strangers. I'll go and arrange some coffee while you all have a read through."

Another couple of hours later and the four were outside the building in the cold. Despite initially concentrating on only having met Jason once before, Callie had also remembered that it had been just as long since she'd seen Brett. None of them were ready for the day to be over, and they were desperate to speak freely without Dan listening to every word. Jason led them to a pub where they ordered champagne and beers to start and poured over the food menu with their heads together. Once they'd decided on food, Callie took the menu to the bar to order, leaving the others in the booth. She waited patiently for the barman, pulling the V of her dress to make sure she wasn't showing too much. A hand on her lower back quickly distracted her. Jason had left Laura and Brett to argue over who was getting the better deal with the show, in favour of finally getting Callie alone.

"How does it feel?" He asked. She beamed at him, her smile met her eyes, and she shone with happiness. The fact that this was the smile he'd been trying to get from her all day made the reward even sweeter.

"Amazing. I need to pinch myself! If you'd said back in London that this is where we'd end up in 6 months, I'd have laughed at you. I just wish… I wish I hadn’t been caught off guard like that."

"I know. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. It's been a long time coming.” She nodded, accepting the apology. “You look so much happier."

"I really am. You were right, it does get easier. It's made me wonder if I was actually happy with the way things were, because I know for a fact I'm happier now."

"What can I say, I'm smart and hot." He said with a smirk. 

"6 months, and I thought I'd gotten away with that. You've just been waiting to bring it up in public." Callie laughed, hiding her face behind the menu. 

"Can you blame me when I knew you'd blush so beautifully? I had to wait to see it in person." Callie was saved by the barman taking their mammoth food order. 

"I hope this wasn't some long, elaborate plan to get me to spend time with you. Or do you slide into a lot of DMs?" She teased once they were alone again.

"If Brett had given up your number sooner, I would have straight up called you. Besides, it worked, didn't it?"

"I was at a very low point back then, you caught me off guard - again." She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand.

"Ah, so it's not true. Second meeting regret? Was it the boardroom lighting?" He replied with an easy smile. Callie thanked the barman and turned back to Jason.

"Not at all, in fact, that tweet was completely, absolutely correct, and I stand by it. I'd send it again for sure." She cowardly disappeared back to the booth, not waiting for a response. She dropped down in the booth opposite Laura who'd move to sit next to Brett. They were both reading through the contract they'd all just signed. As soon as she sat, Callie realised that the only space left was next to her. Fantastic, how she loved facing the consequences of her ill thought out actions. Jason sat down beside her and nudged her shoulder. 

"Didn’t think that one through?"

"I did not. I was expecting a Laura buffer, you caught me."

"If only." He grinned, pouring more champagne for her and Laura.

"Right you two, quit flirting for a minute, Laura wants a plan."

"I do want a plan. I want to know how the hell Callie is going to write me two books and co-create a TV show at the same fucking time." She banged the table.

"I will be fueled by chocolate and booze?" Callie suggested. 

"No way, I'll compromise with you being fueled by a healthy diet, coffee and a thriving sex life." Callie scoffed, "Yeah, sure thing babe. I'll get right on that. It'll all work out Laur, don't stress over the details."

"I keep telling her you've got us, why does she think that's not a good thing?" Brett wondered aloud.

"Probably because we met up for coffee and you guys left about 7 hours later." Callie shrugged. 

"We hadn't seen each other for ages. This is different. Once we're finished on Ted you'll be sick of seeing us." 

"Are you kidding me? You make her laugh all the time and she's got the hots for Jason. I don't envisage much work going on." Laura laughed. “You lot will send me to an early grave with this.”

"OK, Laura is cut off from the booze now since she can't keep her trap shut. Like I said, details later. For now, I'm just going to enjoy where my hard work has gotten me." Callie brushed over Laura's comment with a winning smile. Whatever had been brewing over the phone with Jason for the last 6 months was not going to be addressed in a bar. She’d been fresh from her break up previously, and was unprepared for being remotely attracted to anyone. Six months of conversation with Jason had built a friendship and now they were adding in a co-worker status. Rocking the boat now was not an option. The night ended as Callie had expected it to - whether it had been a good or bad day. Laura next to her with a bag of sweets between them in bed, dissecting their day. 

"I can't believe today."

"I know, mental."

"And now you're going to be working with two of the current best TV creators, for Apple TV... Jason Sudeikis is your boss!"

"Or... am I his boss? It's my book, after all."

"It's his TV show."

"Our TV show. Jointly."

"Whichever. You want to sleep with your boss!" Laura giggled, still drunk.

"I wouldn't say no." Callie agreed, also feeling the effects of plenty of champagne. "But, y’know, probably not a good idea."

"Well then, you two need to decide on the boundaries because I know we're joking about how much you like him, but holy shit when he saw you in that boardroom this morning!"

"I wasn't looking. I was too busy being angry." 

"I know. And then too busy being businesswoman of the year. But I've been watching him watching you. All. Day. Long." Callie made a little 'pfft' sound. "It's true. In my expert opinion-"

"Ha!"

"He's got it just as bad as you."

"Oh."

"He has literally been staring you down all day. So you guys might need to talk. Or screw. Or bury these feelings so deep we never speak of them again."

"Hmm. I like those options." Callie said through a yawn. "I need to sleep on it. Or him." She sniggered, moving the sweets to her bed stand and switching off the light. In the dark, Laura giggled,

"It's been 84 years..." 

"Fucking feels like it!"

A couple of days later, Callie had made plans to meet up with Jason and Brett before they returned to London. 

"You're welcome to come round here, and I'll cook? Where are you staying?"

"I'm at a hotel in the East Village, but Suds is at his place in Brooklyn, which is between us."

"Hmm. My place is a bit pokey." Callie admitted.

"Fucking tiny."

"Bijou."

"Minuscule."

"Cozy."

"Just let's go to Jason's, yeah? I'm sure he'll let you cook, and I bet his kitchen is better than yours."

"Fine, you let him know and send me the address. I'm going to get some stuff for lunch."

"Yes boss."

"Learning already, good boy!" Callie hung up and finished packing up her laptop and notepads. On the way to Jason's, she picked up the ingredients for the lunch she wanted to make. Time living alone, years of work in the service industry and a top chef sister meant she knew her way around a kitchen. The recipes she knew well and cooked often were well practiced masterpieces and she loved showing them off. By the time she'd reached his front door, she was laden with bags and ready to get to work. 

"Here she is at last!" Brett called through the corridor while Jason took bags from her.

"I suggest if you want feeding, you shut that pretty mouth." Callie blew him a kiss with her free hand.

"And this is why she wasn't allowed to work front of house." He laughed.

"Come through, you want a coffee?" Jason offered, working neatly around Callie as she unpacked her laptop and notes. 

"God, yes please." She shrugged off her hoodie and put it on the back of her seat. He put a coffee and pastry next to her and sat between her and Brett. "Oh wow, my hero, I'm starving!"

"Easily pleased."

"Title of your porno, Brett." She retorted, rolling her eyes. 

"Remind me why you two have never worked together before?" Jason interrupted with a laugh.

"He'd annoy the fuck out of me." 

"I know your pain. So, bad news first - we're back in London in two days for at least another 2 months, and then I have a month in LA planned." Callie nodded, pulling out her diary,

"OK, so our first 3 months are mostly going to be online, that's fine. I can come to London for a week, week and half, midway through if that helps?"

"That would be amazing, thanks."

"I'll get the flights booked through Laura."

"She can submit it to Apple to pick up the tab. You're not still working a full time job are you?"

"Not full time, I quit when I moved from Chicago but I do have the option to do some bar shifts if I need to, I just have to ask for them."

"We'll try and avoid that. We'll get an advance on your royalties through Dan to help."

"I've got the advance from the two new books as well, and I'm remarkably thrifty when I need to be." The conversation and planning continued through the morning, plotting logistics and scheduling regular meetings in preparation for their time apart. They started talking storyline as Callie began preparing lunch. Brett was chief note taker, Jason talked and watched Callie as she worked. She chopped potatoes, sliced and seasoned chicken before wrapping it in prosciutto. He loved how methodically she worked. He occasionally offered comments on where to find pans or oven sheets, coming up behind her with one hand on her waist to get to the high cupboard she couldn't reach. He took over chopping vegetables when she needed to scribble down some ideas. They moved around each other with complete synchronicity. Callie's cooking went down a storm, and by late afternoon, they had plans for how to move things forward. 

"So apparently everytime we see each other, someone's getting on a plane and it's months till we see each other again?" Callie shoved her stuff into her bag once they'd all decided they'd had enough. 

"Feels a bit like that." Brett admitted, checking his Uber app. "My ride's here, want to share?"

"No I'm good thanks, I'll walk." He gave her a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Soon, you'll be fed up with us. Or maybe just me." He said with a twinkle. "I'm really so happy you're doing this. I promise we won't get it wrong. Not with you here to supervise."

"Thank you for everything Brett, it's going to be amazing. And since you've basically put the seal of approval on my work, mum totally loves you now."

"Wow, high praise indeed!"

"I'm pretty sure she's hoping you'll marry me, but I told her bollocks so be prepared for her to suggest Beth instead." From the front door, Jason sniggered. 

"Beth is the better cook, fine by me." Callie clutched her hand to her heart, feigning devastation.

"Just leave me Brett, I can't take any more." She fake cried.

"Love you, you muppet."

"Love you too, speak to you in a couple of days once you've slept." She hugged him tightly and waved off his Uber once he'd hugged Jason. "Right, I'll grab my stuff and get out of your way." She said brightly. 

"Don't feel like you've got to disappear because Brett's gone. He had a date. Stay if you want, we can work some more or put a movie on?" Callie paused. Laura was busy so she would be going back to her empty apartment, alone, where she'd stay unless she ventured out for a slice of pizza later on. Following their night in the bar, she'd concluded that 'this thing' with Jason was definitely just a crush. Which combined with being a little starstruck, had just been blown out of proportion. An ocean between them would not be a bad thing, she'd said with a firm nod. Laura had laughed till she cried. 

"Only if you're sure, I don't want to intrude? Also, he has a date?! Sneaky bugger didn't tell me!"

"I believe his words were 'something,  something, she's too invested in my love life, something, something should get one of her own.' I didn't take much notice." He handed her a beer from the fridge. Callie's jaw dropped. 

"How. Rude. He'll pay for that. If it's not him, it's Laura, or Beth, or my mother." She muttered angrily.

"They just want you to be happy."

"Which they're all convinced is directly linked to me getting laid." She pointed out. "Sorry, too blunt. I need to just shut up." She paused to collect her thoughts. "They all just assume that I need to be in a relationship to be happy." She sank into the sofa cushions. 

"And what do you think?"

"I think I spent 5 years in a relationship which was actually making me miserable but I was too determined to make it work to be bothered about my own feelings. Turns out catching him with the neighbour was the cure. I don't know, I've been on a couple of dates since then. I’m just taking everything a day at a time. Maybe Brett's right. Don't tell him I said that." 

"Take your time. Only you know what you're ready for." Jason offered. 

"Hmm." 

"Movie time, what's it gonna be?" Callie frowned, thinking.

"No judgement?" He boy scout saluted. "You Got Mail?"

"Why the fuck would I judge that? Great choice." Callie grinned in response and was quickly lost in the movie. She caught Jason's eye from time to time but it seemed he was just as engrossed in the screen as she was. She sighed happily as Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks walked together discussing her meeting with NY152. By the time Joe was giving Kathleen the "how about some coffee, or you know, drinks, or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live..." speech and begging her to forgive him, Callie had tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She'd brought her knees up to hug them and wiped her eyes in the elbow of her hoodie. 

"There's definitely a perfect movie, and this is it." She smiled. 

"You're not wrong there." 

"The writing is just… Ooof." She looked skyward with a hand on her heart. 

"So's yours." She dismissed his comment, rolling her eyes. 

"You haven't worked with me yet. I thrive in chaos." 

"That makes two of us." 

"I don't know how to thank you for all of this."

"Please don't, believe me, I should be thanking you. I had no idea what I was going to do after Ted. I was terrified that nothing would come close, but then I met you. I told Brett when we left the restaurant that nothing was going to stop me from working with you. I meant it." Callie nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying. She cleared her throat and stood up, 

"I should get going. There's some leftovers in the fridge, don't forget them." He shook his head with a small smile.

"You’re something else, Callie." He stood to hug her tightly and she welcomed being completely surrounded by him. "See you soon." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss her cheek and catching slightly closer to the corner of her mouth than he'd anticipated. She sighed and took a step back. 

"See you soon."

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For the poll, I love with Social Graces! very excited to hear there could be a continuation for it!! Great characterization, great sex, and just great writing. After reading it you had me imagining so much more about that au - practically writing a fic of your fic in my head. Im newer to shipping winterhawk and your fic got me hooked! would love to get a snippet more

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This fic is consuming my life

Have a snip

“I think I broke your bed,” Bucky says ruefully. 

“Worth it,” Clint mutters into the pillow. 

Bucky snorts, and Clint manages enough give-a-fuck to turn his head and look. 

There you are, Clint thinks, and feels his lips turn up into something that’s too soft to be a smirk but couldn’t really be classified as a smile, exactly, either. 

Bucky’s hair is a riotous mess, but his eyes are softer at the edges, crinkled a little like he’s thinking about smiling, and the tension that was in his jaw and shoulders has smoothed out. 

“Feel better?” Clint asks, and manages to make the question sound genuine rather than snarky. 

Bucky rolls his eyes anyway. “How do you feel?” he asks instead. 

“Oh, I’m fucking fantastic,” Clint says, and shifts enough to stretch his shoulders out. “As soon as I can walk again, I’m ordering celebratory Thai.”

Bucky’s eyebrows go up. “Is that different from ordering regular Thai?”

“Yeah,” Clint says, pulling the pillow down a little more so he can prop himself on it better, “I order it from the classy joint down the street where they only take cash and don’t actually have a menu.” 

“So how do you know what you’re ordering?”

“You either learn Thai or you get surprised,” Clint says, grinning. 

“You speak Thai?” If Bucky’s eyebrows get any higher they’re going to enter orbit. 

“Not even a little,” Clint tells him solemnly. 

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Custom Toonami Block Week 171 Rundown

Inuyasha The Final Act: Moryomaru’s on his shit again running around absorbing random demons and… he’s after the snake demons from Yashahime? Honestly I completely forgot they were in the original series and apparently for good reason because the FUCKING DIE, like for all its faults usually Yashahime was pretty good about the connective tissue between the original and itself but I guess these guys just aren’t dead anymore by the time of the series. It is kinda dumb that Moryomaru just kinda wants them because ‘they’re snake brothers that hate each other so if I eat them I can fuse stuff to other stuff’ but his arc’s getting ready to end anyway so who cares. Meanwhile Inuyasha’s consulting Totosai about why his new Tessaiga upgrade doesn’t work the diagnosis is basically ‘sword’s fine, you’re just a lil bitch’ basically the same principle that turns Inuyasha into a full demon if the Tessaiga’s not protecting him, he can’t just absorb demonic energy as a half demon or else he’ll go crazy (did anyone ever tell Towa this? Feel like that was literally never a problem for her) but yeah Inuyasha has to run through a demonic obstacle course and learn how to see swirls of demonic energy which… he could already do with the Wind Scar but I guess this is different. Long story short, he gains the power to cut open wells of demonic energy instead of absorbing them, I think this is used like twice before the Meidou Zangetsuha comes by and eats its lunch which is really funny because they already allude to Meidou Zangetsuha being Tessaiga’s Final Form (which you’d think he could just keep absorbing new powers forever idk) so even on release Dragon Scale Tessaiga is already power crept.

Castlevania: We get an extended scene of how Lisa was captured by the church for… having glass and gears I guess, most of it is stuff we already knew though the thing that sticks out to me is she didn’t use a fake last name, like she goes by Lisa Tepes, good for her being proud of her husband and all but don’t people know Dracula’s name is Vlad Tepes? I think I heard someone mention it before so you’re not really helping your case of not being a hellspawn when you literally have Dracula’s last name, it’s a Ben Kenobi situation all over again. Either way, Dracula calls all his boys up to be like ‘yo, we gonna fuck shit up’ and he’s hired two anime misanthropes with suitably tragic backstories for why humans are awful, to do the planning because if you can’t think on a human level you’re gonna fuck shit up. Though even the resident bloodthirsty fight dude Godbrand is like ‘wait we have a plan? I thought we were just sacking villages all over and summoning as much hellspawn as we could’ which is kind of the plan at this point. I do like how Dracula’s rage is personalized by an exhausted finality instead of a howling rage, like everyone seems to be on the same page of ‘look we don’t like genocide, but this humanity thing has had a good run and needs to stop’ which is kind of worse, like there’s only so much talk no jutsu you can do with someone who’s done talking. Meanwhile Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get their initial brooding about their new journey out of the way (Also how old is Alucard? Like he looks in his twenties, but Lisa doesn’t look that much older than when she met Dracula, maybe she just aged like a fine wine or maybe vampire aging is different and you just pop out a twenty year old classy man but it feels like that did not seem to be a twenty year gap). And now Dracula has moved the castle with the big 3D object thing that’s like the only thing I remember from Symphony of the Night.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megudad is on the rampage and is ready to Rock Lee all over Cthulu and it’s honestly just fantastic to see like after all the complex bullshit with Domains and Animation jargon last episode it’s satisfying to just watch Dadgumi punch the absolute shit out of this guy. They establish he barely has sentience at this point and is basically acting like a heat seeking missile on the largest mass of cursed energy in the area but once he’s done stabbing Cthulu with nunchaku he takes Megumi outside so idk if he does have a shard of sentience in there and just wants to see his son for a sec or if Megumi’s vaguely defined secret superpowers just make him next on Dadgumi’s heat seeking missile radar. Meanwhile Jogo shows up and Cracatoa’s the remaining three guys in like two seconds and I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be an ‘oh shit he’s strong’ moment or an ‘oh shit those guys were really worn out’ moment. Meanwhile meanwhile, the high school girls are sticking fingers down Yuji’s throat because he apparently has no gag reflex and swallows whatever you put in his mouth when he’s unconscious. Only for Jogo to come out and feed him MORE fingers, like half of them right here which they acknowledge they have to do a bunch at once so Sukuna can take over temporarily before Yuji’s body can adapt. I had a feeling JJK wasn’t going to stick to a Shikon Jewel Shard narrative style of collecting the fingers one at a time but this is still a little more than I expected since he’s basically 75% done and got more fingers in him than a Battle Royale Chinese Finger Trap. So yeah Sukuna’s awake but unfortunately for these guys he want to the Muzan Kibutsuchi school of ‘if you’re not immediately subservient and stroking my ego you’re just dead’ and the high school girls get offed for asking him to save Geto even though he asked them what they wanted, like why’s he even asking if he has no intention of doing anything for anybody. I don’t really like this style of villainy like I tend to go more for people that are reasonable to at least not murder their subordinates instantly since it always makes the villains look egotistical and insecure if they can’t handle five seconds of someone not licking their boots but I suppose it is an effective way to show how powerful they are. Meanwhile Jogo goes over the plan to make sure Sukuna stays in control of Yuji’s body and Sukuna’s just like ‘bro I did that a season and a half ago’ but he gives him the same ultimatum he gave Yuji at that point, land one hit and he’ll do them a favor. Idk if Sukuna even intends to make good on any of these I think he just likes flexing on people cause he offers these a lot.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: As a prelude to their journey to go meet with real ghosts, Frieren and Fern have a classic ‘can you shoot a ghost if it looks like someone you love’ mini-adventure, it’s pretty simple but it works for what it has to in order to solidify both of their resolve to go take care of their unfinished business. And then the girls take turns taking pot shots at a dragon and decide they could really use a tank, luckily Eisen was training a tank named Stark in the nearby village so they’re just gonna go pick him up, get the x-ray specs Frieren wants from the dragon and save the village in the meanwhile if they have time. Now Stark is kinda interesting because he’s like a combo of Zenitsu from Demon Slayer and King from One Punch Man in that he’s a weird coward and a fraud but also genuinely ridiculously strong, he just has no real combat experience and thus is terrified of actual monsters. This may also be in part due to him being the only survivor of his home village which he booked it out of when he was a kid, Eisen wanted to train that out of him which I feel like is a little harsh to beat up a kid about running from a horde of monsters, like that’s not cowardice that’s just being fucking nine. But he seems to have internalized some of that and never really gotten over seeing himself as a coward combined with his lack of experience so despite being able to chop a mountain in half like that story of the guy making a path to the hospital, he’s gonna need some help popping his Monster Cherry.

Vinland Saga: So Arnheid’s plan was a little different than I thought, she’s not sneaking in to see Gardar she’s just kinda… asking to come in and because Wolf left and can’t tell her to gfto she gets the one guy that will let her in, I like how she doesn’t even flirt to do it like she’s not a femme fatale she just shows up and looks pretty and the guy is just there for it. So yeah while they’re talking about a metaphorical storm it literally starts raining because Vinland Saga god has a sense of humor and Gardar pulls a Rick Grimes to bite the guard’s neck out and slaughters everyone when Arnheid cuts him free in a split second panic. Like honestly she was kinda against a wall here like ignoring the fact that it was a coin flip split second decision for her husband, even if she didn’t help him the guards are still gonna assume the guy with a chunk out of his neck had more to do with her than the guy that’s all tied up so she didn’t have much choice. Meanwhile back with Thorfinn and Einar, Thorfinn outlines his philosophy of dismantling the toxic masculinity of Norse culture and how defying cultural norms is better than just fucking murdering people that are mildly rude to you. Still he theorizes that if they can stop the root of endless wars they can kill two birds with one pacifist stone and end a large portion of the slave trade. Given slavery and human trafficking are STILL a thing we know this doesn’t quite work out but at least it’s not as normalized and prone to vast swaths of ‘we killed your guys that were good at killing so you belong to us now’ so uhhh… baby steps? Baby, thousand year long steps… Meanwhile the guards are searching their barn for Gardar and Arnheid which tips Thorfinn and Einar off that they’ve escaped and now they’ve got a decision to make about who to help with that.   

Was gonna add the two new shows this week but couldn't find some of them and ran out of time so I'll think more on what I want to watch this coming week and try to get some new additions for next weekend.

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Healing Ties - Chapter 51 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"Um, Hamish?"

"Yeah?"

Fanner twisted his hand in the sleeve of Yore's shirt.

"Maybe this isn't my place to say anything but I think Duran felt like you were doing that to him a bit. Only seeing him as an ex-Companion. Of course you don't have to have sex with anyone you don't want to and maybe it wouldn't even be the right thing for him regardless but... I don't know. He's never been much like other Companions."

"I mean, you know him better than I do so you're probably right but here's the thing," Hamish said. "If I'm nice to him, it's only going to encourage him. Maybe being a dick isn't the best way to deal with things but I've been running a bullying campaign against a pre-teen for a year to keep Kin at bay, so at this point it's all I know."

"Oh," Fanner said. "Sorry, yes, that makes sense."

"Duran's an adult, so it is a bit different but still. I stay out of trouble by knowing my own limits and not getting involved with anyone who ties their emotions up in sex. Fucking that up is a terrible feeling."

"It's a difficult situation," Yore said. "He seems almost addicted to sex with humans. To the energy he gets from it."

"It's not that great," Lucas said. "Makes me feel a little buzzed after, but nothing major."

"The first few times Danya and I had sex, it hit him so hard it worried me," Simon contributed. "He loses all awareness for a few moments and it can look almost like he's having a seizure. He can feel energy in ways most other mages can't, so maybe that has something to do with it but we've talked about it before and he said the things Duran told him about sex when they were still at Milaine House weren't too far off from that."

"Am I the weird one?" Lucas looked around until he spotted Cailan, then stood and waved to him.

"Cailan. Come tell us about your sex life." "

We're trying to figure out what Companions experience with the whole humans and sex and energy thing," Lucas explained.

"What does it feel like for you?"

"Hmm..." Cailan said as he sat down next to Lucas. "If I'm honest, I didn't notice it the first few times Liam and I had sex. At least, not consciously. I knew I felt good in many ways but it took me a while to realise that part of that feeling came from things involving energy and his release."

"See, that's how it is for me," Lucas said. "Danya's damn near getting knocked out by it and it sounds like the hit Duran gets from it is so intense that he's practically addicted."

Cailan inclined his head.

"We're not quite as identical as we were taught to believe."

"And thank fuck for that," Lucas said.

"Every time I find out some Companion doesn't perfectly match what we're meant to be, I'm like, fucking fantastic because, you know..."

"It is nice to feel like an individual once you get past the idea that you shouldn't be one," Cailan said.

"Sure, I guess there's that but what I meant was I'm just glad maybe we're slightly less fucking in-bred than I've started to realise we must be. We're, what, ten generations atabsolute maximum out from being just a bunch of mages with different traits and they've managed to create these distinct categories for us? And don't even get me started on the golden hair. That was a random mutation that showed up at some point and it's recessive. Do you know how much in-breeding it takes to get an entire population to have a recessive trait?"

Cailan laughed.

"You know, you're quite well educated for a bandit."

"I'm a bandit who makes his money passing for a classy Companion. A lot of bandits aren't the most educated, and I'm friends with all sorts, but the ones who raised me are. Have to be if you're gonna bluff your way into fancy parties to rob rich people."

"If Duran is experiencing something like an addiction, does that mean he shouldn't be having sex with humans at all?" Simon asked.

"Well, I'm not sure about that," Cailan said. "It's not a drug. It's part of how his body works."

"Even so," Yore said. "He's said some things that made me worry he might sacrifice his own wellbeing to get it."

"If a man is addicted to the rush given to him by exercise or adrenaline, should he be denied those things?" Cailan asked.

"I've seen men do some very unwise things in pursuit of natural chemical highs supplied to them by their own bodies. Should he be denied that feeling entirely or is it okay as long as he does it safely? Is it even, perhaps, better if he has safe outlets?"

"This is far too complicated for me," Hamish said.

Cailan offered him a smile.

"And that's fair. You have no obligation to be the one to give him that. Nobody does. I suppose it just rubs me the wrong way when people decide for someone else what's best for them. Not everyone has looked kindly on my relationship with Liam."

"Hmm..." Simon said, dropping his gaze.

"I understand why, believe me and I hold no grudges over it but it can be very hard to truly grasp what someone else is going through. Duran is the greatest expert on himself, and though I don't know him very well yet myself, he seems like a smart and pragmatic man. I would hope that he receives the respect he deserves."

"If not the dick he desires," Lucas added.

"Well," Fanner said and then seemed startled when everyone turned their attention to him.

"Um. Even if nobody wants to, you know. I think he'll be less upset by that if it's just because they don't want to and not because they think he can't make his own decisions. He's always been strong."

Slone gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, before changing the subject...

"You ever swim in the ocean before?"

"Buddy, I've never seen the ocean until today," Hamish said.

"C'mon," Slone said as he dragged him up by his arm.

"I should go and find Danya," Simon said.

"He went to put Jas to bed but he should be done by now."

"And I should go back to Liam," Cailan said as he stood.

"Most people have been surprisingly nice but he is human." Lucas watched them all leave and then stretched as he stood.

"I'm going to go find out who I have to sleep with to get a proper bed for the night."

"Anyone who lives here should have one," Yore said.

"If you want to get really ambitious, anyone who has rooms in The Spire will have a very nice bed but that's my level and above in terms of status."

"Hmm. I like a challenge," Lucas said, shooting Yore a grin before he wandered off.

Yore let out a long sigh and shut his eyes as he leant in against Fanner, who hadn't stopped clinging to his side.

"You're getting bolder about speaking your mind. I'm glad."

"It still feels wrong," Fanner admitted.

"I'm not really as brave as Danya or Duran. I might seem to be because I do things I'm not supposed to,but I don't really choose to most of the time. I just... can't help it. I wish I had Danya's fire or Duran's shrewdness."

"Are you sure you don't just imagine that if you had those things, you'd feel less insecure? I don't know Duran very well but I know Danya has struggled a lot with his appearance and with accepting that the very things you admire in him could even be good things at all."

"Hmm..."

Yore pressed a kiss to the side of Fanner's face.

"Be kind to yourself. You deserve it."

"So the rumours are true," Yore heard a familiar voice say and he turned his head to see his grandmother.

Yore stood as she approached and Fanner ended up standing behind him.

"What gossip have you been listening to?"

Yore's grandmother watched them, the hint of a smile set on her face.

"When you told me about this young man a few days ago, it sounded like he was just a friend."

"He was. We live in fast times."

Yore stepped aside so that Fanner was no longer behind him and held a hand out towards his grandmother.

"Fanner, this is my grandmother, Adara."

"Oh," Fanner said.

"It's nice to meet you, um... I'm sorry. I don't know how to address you."

Yore's grandmother studied Fanner with curious eyes.

"By my name, please."

"Sorry, yes, of course," Fanner said.

"I should have known. Yore's told me that's how werewolves do things many times."

"Humans like that sort of thing, don't they?" Yore's grandmother asked.

"I imagine you're still adjusting."

Fanner nodded.

"Thank you for your understanding."

She dismissed his thanks with a wave of her hand.

"You know, I considered being upset about the controversy this relationship will cause for my grandson but what would be the point? I can't stop him and I don't think I even want to. Yore... you deserve to have something that's just for you and love is the best thing that could be. Good for you."

"Thank you," Yore said.

"Though I hope, for Fanner's sake, it won't be too controversial."

"Typically it might be but these aren't typical times and he's not a typical person," Yore's grandmother said.

"After the things I've heard about him, I imagine anyone giving him a hard time will find they're a lot less popular than he is."

"I wish my feelings for him were enough to earn their acceptance but he has more than proven himself on his own."

"Well, people will always have their opinions. You can't cater everything to what others would prefer. Not everyone likes that I chose not to marry but I won't take a husband I don't need just to make others happy."

Yore's grandmother walked over and sat on a log in front of the bonfire.

"Anyway, I've heard about the plan Libby is working on but I don't have much faith in it. We're fighters and that's what we need to think about. Sit down and let's discuss tactics."

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

I watched Tango And Cash (1989)

I've never seen this movie. Some people say this it's one of the dumbest action blockbusters ever made and I wanted to see if they are right.

Two super-cops have to stop a drug kingpin who framed them for murder.

This movie starts with a black screen and Sylvester Stallone saying, "...let's go." As if to say, "strap in, you're about to see the craziest most action packed movie ever." It's a bold and overly confident way to start a movie and loving up to that kind of hubris is rarely achieved.

Some may not know that Stallone was supposed to be in Beverly Hills Cop, but dropped out of the picture. After the success Eddie Murphy had with that film, Stallone seemed to want to have a hit movie that was both action packed as well as funny. Problem is, Stallone is no comedian. The laughs you get from this movie are, mostly, not the intended ones. The one liners are pretty lame and the humor is the kind of humor that only cop loving dimwits would enjoy. That's who this movie was intended for, I suppose. Reagan era guys who think in black and white terms. There are good guys (cops) and bad guys (criminals and defense lawyers). This movie is based on the belief that being a brutal, rule breaking cop is a good thing, because drugs are bad and they need to be stopped by any means necessary.

So, fuck it, it goes against all my beliefs as a reasonable human being, but I'm in. I'll go along for the ride as long as it's entertaining. After all it's a buddy cop movie. Let's see how these two cops work together and use their differences to their advantage to stop the bad men. So, "...Let's go."

The film has two directors. Andrei Konchalovsky, who is a respectable Russian director and honestly I think he's the reason this movie looks as fantastic as it does. Quality control for sure.

Director Albert Magnoli directed, the Prince lead film, Purple Rain and some other stuff which I've never heard of.

So with two directors, one of whom is pretty damn good and two huge mega stars what's the problem? Well, the problem is with this movie falls to the writing. It's not nearly as funny as it thinks it is and the characters are just two overly aggressive cops with no real skills outside of raw strength and gunplay. The movie wants you to believe that these two guys are different, one classy and one rough around the edges. But, they aren't really separate characters, they're just bad one liner machines who dress differently. Without good central characters, a buddy cop movie can't work. You can't skate by on Kurt Russell's charisma alone.

Now, there are a couple jokes that work and even though the action scenes are predictable, they're fine and they work for the most part. Stallone does Stallone and Kurt Russell is great as always. Jack Palance plays a pretty generic bad guy that serves the purpose of villainy.

That's about the highest praise I have for the movie.

I'm overall more dissapointed with this movie than I thought I was gonna be. I was really hoping this was going to be so dumb and ridiculous that it was "so bad it's good". Or maybe even a dumb, but misjudged quality action movie. My real problem with it though is that it's kind of generic and boring for the most part. It's soulless and mainstream drivel that never rises above or below that to any entertaining degree.

Like I said, the movie looks great and with some better writing, this could have been great stuff, but honestly the only reason to watch it is Kurt Russell's absolutely amazing hair.

[rockstarstate32]

Matthew Engler x reader  smut

You're Joe Goldbergs adopted daughter. He adopted you before he met Love. You liked Love, she was better than Beck... who you knew was definately not right for your dad. But, again, you liked Love, she cooked good food and her baked goods were always fantastic. She loved you like you were her own daughter.

Today//

As long Joe was busy at the library and Love was taking care of Henry doing 'Mommy and Me' classes with the other stuckup moms, you had your freedom to spy on your neighbor Matthew. You were totally digging the dadbod. "Hot Zaddy" as Ellie would say.

You stayed perched on your bench by the window, watching as he typed away on his computer and spoke on the phone. Cary made a joke once that the only way to get Matthew hard was data collection, once you finally saw Matthew, you found yourself wondering what really made Matty boy hard.

You hopped off the bench and ran down stairs. You threw open the door to the back patio and pulled a chair to the fence and looked over at Matthew.

"Hey Neighbor" you said. He looked over and smiled at you. "Not gonna come say hi?"

"Hi (y/n)" He walked over and waved at you. "You enjoy the view when you're stalking me from that bedroom window?" he teased.

"Y'know, I think I'd like the view of you partially undressed better" You responded.

"How classy of you, (y/n)" he rolled his eyes. "Why don't you come over the fence and hang out?" he offered. You smiled and nodded, hopping over the fence and into Matthews arms. This was the normal tradition.

"Nice hair" You commented as you ruffled it.

"Thanks" he set you down. "Care for a drink? I can make you a Piña Colada... it's pretty hot out"

"Sure" you said and followed him inside. You threw yourself up onto his kitchen counter and watched him make you your drink.

"So, how many times have you fingered yourself to the sight of by the pool?" He asked teasingly.

"Not as many times as I've seen you jerk off in the water" you sass back.

"Smart ass!" He chuckled. "you have a serious attitude problem" he rolled his eyes.

"You're the one asking about masturbation..."

"How old are you again?"

"18 and single" you smirk. His lips soon crashed onto yours. "Woah" You whispered. "Do it again" As you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer he smirked against your lips. You felt his herection press against your core.

"Fuck" he muttered taking his hardness into account. You smirk and palm him from the outside of his shorts. He left hot open mouthed kisses on your neck and trailed down to your collar bone.

"Matt!" you squealed at the satisfying sensation. His hand shot to your shorts and unbuttoned them, letting his finger trace your folds teasingly. You whimpered at the feeling and your core ached for him.

He groaned as you pulled him out of his pants. You slightly spread your legs, pleading eyes looking up at him as he stood in front of you, cock hard, and mouth agape. "God, you are so bad for me" he said shaking his head. Holding you close to him, he pushed in. The small gasp leaving your lips as began moving himself inside of you enticing him furthermore.

"Matt" your whimpery voice sounding out made his cock twitch even while he was fucking you.

"God (Y/N)" he groans in your ear.

"Matt harder" you say. and he obeyed. Angling himself to hit that golden spot and he pounded into you, earning curses and his name in tight, breathless moans.

"God, that sounds great. But, scream for me" he teases as his hands search and find your clit.

"Matthew" you drug your nails into his back. His hips stutter at the new pleasure. Putting you closer and closer to your climax your fingers dug deeper and deeper. Finally, you met your release, screaming his name as your drug your fingers down his bad. Matthew pulled out just in time to release anywhere but on you.

"(Y/N)" He wipes you off. "That was the most amazing thing." He breathes and he wipes himself. "I have ever done." He pulled up his shorts/

"My parents will be home soon" You suddenly realize. He looked at you taken aback. "Sex was great... but oh shit my parents"

"Sweetheart, you're 18." He said chuckling as he held you to his chest.

"Right..." you sigh. "Holy shit, that sex was so good. We have to do it again."

"You're telling me" he laughed. You heard a car pull into a driveway. Your eyes widened.

"Go hop the fence, and I'll distract them" He smiled and kissed you again. You smiled and ran out the back. Little did you know what the distraction was...

[kentosovertime]

𝕋𝕠𝕤𝕜𝕒 (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 𝕠𝕗 𝟚)

(n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish

jealous friendzoned!gojo x fem!reader - 3.3k words

A/N: as always thanks to my squad of proof reading geniuses; naad, carter, yelz, and ash 💜🖤

CW: cheating, cancelled wedding, manipulation, alcohol (not reader), explicit smut, unprotected sex, fingering, needy emotionally selfish gojo, angst, fluff, fem!reader

Banner credit: 五条悟 by わるつ

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“Don’t have too much fun!” You call from your spot, leaning against the frame of your front door. Gojo watches your bright eyes crinkle as you wave down at their group piling into the car. “Satoru!” You motion your finger at him, calling him over to you.

He leaps towards you like a lost puppy, eating up any attention you would give him. Your focus constantly on the man you had decided to marry tomorrow, nowadays. There were nothing but scraps left for your best friend.

Gojo doesn’t have anything against your fiance. Quite the opposite. Objectively he’s a nice guy; sweet, caring, if not a little sensitive. But he had fantastic chaotic energy to match Gojo's, the pair unstoppable playing games or teaming up to annoy you. He treats you right… So why can’t he just be happy for you? Or the new friend you had brought into his life?

He’s in your way. A snide voice swells up from a place deep within his heart. She was yours first. She promised you!

Images of your shared childhood pass through his mind. Gojo ran across the yard, tackling you to the ground, smearing grass stains onto your school uniform as he landed on top of you. “You’re never gonna leave me right?” He pouts down at you.

He was seven when that happened; you, just a year younger at six. You had thrown a hug around his neck, assured him you would always be by his side. He guessed they had different definitions of what exactly that meant. Over two decades later, he’s still head over heels for you.

You look over his shoulder to the man in question blowing you a kiss and waving. “Please go easy on him,” your voice drops to a hushed whisper, hand coming up to hold just above his elbow. Heat from your palm seeping into his skin; he purrs internally at the touch. “I think he’s nervous about what you have planned. You have a reputation.”

A wide, crooked smirk plays across his face. “When have I ever steered you wrong, princess?” He lightly punches your shoulder. “I promise my best behavior.”

Gojo mockingly salutes you. Snickering at your worried expression, clearly not believing him. You shove him back playfully, hissing. “Too many times, you fiend! You attract trouble.”

“(y/n)!” he yells, pouting. His legs bouncing, arms flailing slightly, as if he was starting to throw a tantrum. “I can’t help it if it finds me. Why don’t you trust me?!”

“Hush, you fucking child, you know you’re the one I trust the most.”

He’s going to be the only person you ever trust again.

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“A strip club, Gojo?” your fiance asks sheepishly. “Classy as ever, man.”

Another in their group claps him on the back. Your boyfriend’s brother? “Bro, strippers are a requirement for a stag party!” his laughter booming around them.

Gojo had tuned out all of the introductions when your fiance rattled through them. Focused on controlling the dread that was seeping into his bones.

He was running out of time. Gojo glances over his shoulder at your fiance as they walk through the tinted entrance. Neon signs flickering, illuminating the hallway. Music leaking out from around the door separating the hall from the club.

“Satoru,” the manager greets from behind the desk. He cringes at the use of his first name. Revealing the familiarity he has; the consistency in which he seeks out their establishment. You were right, he has a reputation. And this was not helping him with your fiance, who he could see was getting increasingly anxious.

There wasn’t anything inherently special about this club, though he had become a regular. One of the dancers who worked every weekend had garnered his sick, twisted attention.

Her waist length hair the same shade as yours, her head meeting where you would if you’d embrace him. The ease at which you replaced her within his thoughts… He didn’t even care to remember her name, moaning and grunting for you when he paid for her services.

She’s dancing as they enter the club and take their seats. Your fiance’s mouth falling open, eyes stuck on her body writhing on the pole. The darkness in the club did not hide how wide his pupils spread as she noticed his attention, making eye contact with him while she sheds her skimpy bra.

“Drinks are on me tonight!” Gojo yells, moving away from the group towards the bar. He just needs a little push. Gojo’s dark thoughts returning.

As he sets up a tab at the bar, starting with two shots a piece, a third added for the future groom, he feels a manicured hand slide from the center of his back, up to his shoulder, settling around his chest as unbound breasts press hot against his thin shirt. He inhales pretend-you’s perfume, she must have finished her set.

Gojo concocts a half-assed plan, no longer able to shoulder the anxiety of watching you waste the rest of life with anyone other than him. He couldn’t lose you.

“How much would it take for you to seduce and fuck the groom over there?” he whispers leaning into the girl's neck.

“Is this about, (y/n).” She asks, humming as his lips plant an open mouthed kiss on her neck. He nods in place of words. “When’s the wedding?”

“Tomorrow evening. I’ll need to get a picture to send to her… maybe a video.”

“Hm. In that case,” She contemplates her options. “$1,000 up front for even attempting, then another nine if he actually goes through with it. I’ll take him to the back alley.” She looks down, catching his eyes darken as he realizes this could work.

Gojo hands her his credit card. “Deal.”

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“You good man?” Gojo leans in, pulling your inebriated fiance closer. “Wedding’s tomorrow, how ya feeling?” He slurs his words slightly.

The group had dispersed, leaving the two of them alone. Which was entirely Gojo’s doing; doling out access to private rooms for the others to leave your fiance alone when she swooped in for the kill.

“I- Can you ke-keep a secret, bro?” Your fiance grabs the back of Gojo’s neck, bringing their foreheads together. Gojo nods slowly, attempting not to scare him off. “I’m petrified. The commitment. The vows.”

God this was going to be easier than taking candy from a baby. His inner demons smirked maniacally.

“You have one more night of freedom,” Gojo leans back, downing the rest of his drink. “I’m getting a private dance, put whatever you want on the tab.” He winks down at him, turning to signal his accomplice.

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You had just settled into bed, letting the duvet slip over your curves when you feel your phone vibrating under your pillow. Satoru’s goofy selfie flashing on the screen as you squint at the screen in the dark.

Sliding the answer button over, placing the phone to your ear, you can’t get a breath in before Satoru’s panicked voice launches into his story. “(y/n), I am so sorry, I only left him alone for a few minutes…”

Your mind immediately rushes to the worst case scenario. Was your fiance hurt? What hospital was he in? Did he get arrested?

“I found him in the alley behind the club,” he voice was full of regret. Satoru was never this serious. Behind the club? Unconscious? Beaten up? Mugged? “He… he was fucking one of the dancers.”

A wave of nausea washes over you. “No. Satoru. He’s not like that. You know he’s not like that.” Words of denial fall from your lips, your head shakes back and forth

The text tone has you pulling your phone away from your cheek.

The air leaves your lungs as the video repeats in a loop on your screen. Your fiance’s hips rutted into that whore’s ass, his pants pulled down to his knees as he bent the woman over to brace her face against the wall in the dingy alleyway. You can see his hands biting harshly into her waist, pulling her back into him.

A sob escapes your mouth, a hand flies up to attempt to stop the sounds of anguish. “(Y/N)?!” Satoru’s voice spikes in concern. “Do you need me to come get you?”

He can’t see you nodding your head furiously, tears running down your face, desperate to reach a place you always knew was safe. “Please, Satoru.”

He ends the call, smirking down at his phone as he transfers the rest of the money over to pretend-you’s account. That couldn’t have gone any better.

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When Gojo pulls up, your house is desolate, black, empty. There is no sign of life despite him seeing your car in the driveway where they had left it. He uses his key to unlock your front door, moving down to your bedroom.

He hears you soft whimpers as your sobs spill out of the pillow you had shoved your face into. He knocks lightly to signal his entrance, not waiting for a reply as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed.

He hesitantly places a hand on your mid thigh, rubbing back and forth in a comforting motion. His heart warms when you don’t pull away, your breaths evening out as his rough hand rubs circles into you.

Gojo lays his head on your hip, continuing his motions. “I’m sorry, princess,” his tone still serious. “If there had been a way to tell you without you seeing that…” He trails off, not needing to finish his thought. You know how much he loves you, that he would never spare your feelings in the moment to save you from a truth you needed to hear. That was the true mark of friendship.

He places a chaste kiss on the hip his cheek was on. You feel his arms pass between you and the sheets hoisting you out of bed. You silently curl into his chest, compiling with his movements as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You press your face in his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of clean laundry.

“I’m going to get you into the car,” he utters gently against the top of your head. “Just wait here; let me pack a bag for you.”

Finally given the opportunity to calm your sobbing, a slow, deep rage burns at the edges of your heart. You were supposed to… oh my god, the wedding.

You look down at the black screen of your phone, quickly opening the family group chat for the wedding; your family, his family, and all your friends present in the group. Everyone will know what he did to you. Your mind is blinded by fury as you type a message, short and sweet, and send it without hesitation;

<don’t bother coming, tomorrow’s canceled. One video attached>

You exhale sharply through your nose, slumping against the door in Satoru’s passenger seat as the last ounce of energy left you. You barely register Satoru throwing a bag of items into the back seat, buckling into the driver’s seat, and pulling out of the driveway. Your tired hands manage to shut down your phone, missing the frantic messages and notifications.

“Please answer the phone! I can explain!”

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You feel the warmth of the hand on your thigh leave as you pull into Satoru’s driveway. “Do you need help getting in?” he shoots you a concerned look when you don’t answer.

Gojo sees you pull your legs up to your chest on the seat, pulling the blanket he’d put over you before leaving tighter around your face. You had stopped crying, thankfully, but a heavy silence followed as you stared out the window not making the slightest noise on the way to his house.

He doesn’t push the subject, knowing you have a habit of withdrawing into yourself when stressed. He moves to bring the bag he had packed for you inside, but your hand flies to his, stopping him in his tracks. “P-please don’t leave m-me.” you sniffle, drawing in a shuddering breath. “You s-said you’d never let me go.”

Gojo’s face falls, your sadness carves into his heart. “Never.”

Forgetting the bags, he opens up the passenger door, leaning across your chest to undo your buckle. Gojo takes your fragile form inside, setting you in the corner of the large sectional that dominates the living room.

“I’m going to go lock up,” he starts, almost faltering when your glassy eyes look up to meet his. “I don’t want him to show up looking for you… or making a scene.”

You blink, head nodding slowly as you process the information. He was right. The last thing you wanted to see was your fiance.

Gojo makes sure to do a thorough run through of the home; locking the doors, drawing the shades, and making sure the windows are secure. He stops in the kitchen, filling up a cup with ice water for you. You’d have a headache from the crying if you didn’t rehydrate.

You flinch as you realize Satoru had approached you, lifting a glass to your lips. You latch onto the cup, gulping down the cold water greedily as you feel Satoru sit on the couch against your side.

Gojo brings his hand up to cup your cheek, fingernails slightly scratching at the skin behind your ear. Warmth blooms in his chest as he feels your head lean into his touch, a rough sigh falling from your mouth.

He shivers as the breath brushes against his bare wrist. The feeling running straight down to his cock. Running on instinct and pure adrenaline, Gojo brings his forehead to yours, noses brushing together.

“If you were mine, I never would have even thought about stepping out on you.” The confession has him rambling, “I could never live with myself. You’re so genuine and funny. You’re b-beautiful. I- I love you so much.”

“I know, Satoru.” you're alarmed by how he had remained so serious, shocked that he hadn’t tried to make light of the situation somehow. “I love you, too.”

You said it so simply. You didn’t know. He’d show you what he means.

His other hand meets the back of your neck pulling you the final few inches until your lips meet in a fiery kiss. Gojo uses the opportunity to pour all his longing, all his desperation into his kiss, opening his mouth to tongue at your bottom lip.

A growl of approval rips through him as he feels your shock wear off and you reciprocate his actions. You feel him suddenly reach down to place both hands on your hips, hauling you to face him on his lap.

He uses his strength to grind your hips down into the growing hardness in his pants; matching the strokes of his tongue in your open mouth. He ceases his actions and pulls away from your face when he feels your pelvis picking up speed, frantically rutting into him as you chase your high.

You whimper loudly, chasing his lips before you’re stopped by a hand at the base of your throat. You mumble something under your breath.

“Say that again?” You hear him messing with the tie on your sleep shorts. Your face flushes scarlet, hesitant to drudge up the feelings you had shoved down years ago, to cross this line.

“I need you, Satoru.” you moan out, desperation taking hold. “Please, make me forget him. I want you so b-bad.”

His hands come together below you, picking you with ease as he tosses you down on to the couch. His hands rip off his clothing, his patience to be inside you running terribly thin. “Take off your shirt for me, princess.”

You do as you’re told, watching his eyes darken as he sees you’re not wearing a bra underneath. You go to remove your shorts, but are stopped when his naked form comes down to meet you, your eyes briefly catch the size of his member. You gulp harshly, how in hell… he was going to split you in half.

“Uh uh, (y/n).” his hands replacing yours at the elastic waistline. “I want to unwrap my own present.”

“Sa-Satoru.” you throw your head back feeling his hand shove its way into your slick. He quickly rubs his digits around your clit, before rushing to push past your entrance. Your back arches up off the couch.

“Saturo!”

“Hush, I’ll hurt you if I don't stretch this sopping pussy out.” His fingers quickly scissor you open. You watch as he takes them out, sliding them into his mouth as he works your shorts all the way off.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined…” the hand in his mouth falls to his cock stroking his length.

Your eyes follow his movements, widening when you realize you hadn’t been wrong about his size. He falls over you, hands on either side of your head. Your legs spread to accommodate their presence in between them.

“I d-don’t think I ca-. It’s-”

He shushes you with his pointer finger, the taste and smell of your cunt flooding your senses as he eases his cock into you. So big, you can feel every throbbing vein pulse against your walls, spreading so thin you can barely breathe.

“You can take it. Take it for me. Please." His head settles in the crook of your neck. One of his hands reaches down to settle behind your knee, pushing it into the side of your chest.

He watches as your eyes as your eyes roll back, the sheer girth of his cock fucking you stupid before he even began.

“Goddamn it, baby..” He drawls, teeth bared against your neck, “So tight, had no idea you’d feel so good. So good for me. Fucking perfect, all for me.”

Your pussy is dripping around his length as he pulls out and then shoves his way back in. He sets a steady, but hard pace. Making sure you feel every thrust through your center.

Your face flushes at the embarrassingly short amount of time it takes for him to bring you to the edge. The coil snaps as he takes your other leg, pressing it down next to the first, reaching a spot that has you screaming.

You shake violently, held in the press as he adjusts, kneeling closer to you to fuck into you faster.

Satoru grins wildly down at your adorable scrunched face, taking in your high pitched shrieks and the feeling of your pussy sucking him in further, committing them to memory. His name sounds sweeter than he has ever imagined falling from your lips.

“Fuck!” He stutters, losing his rhythm. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy up. You want your pussy filled to the brim, princess?” you can only manage to nod, words escaping you as he prolongs your high, not giving you a chance to come down from your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re perfect, taking me like you were always meant to…”

“I should’ve- should’ve been doing this all along.” Gojo groans deeply, a wave of pleasure traveling up his spine as he feels his balls tighten.

“All you ever needed was this, princess.” he hisses, emptying himself deep within you has he continues to fuck into you, drunk on the slick feeling of your joined arousal.

“Did I make you forget him?” Satoru smirks down at your warm pliant body.

“Wha- who are you talking about?” you pant harshly, confused by his question. You were too busy still twitching and coming down from your high.

Excellent. The snide voice in his head purrs, finally content.

Tag list: @yelzoldyck @sugarbooger513 @silversslut @poppyandhervillains @dreamyyholland

[pitviperofdoom]

TMA Bright Spots: This Old House

Jon and Martin: still togeSOON NEXT EPISODE I’M SURE OF IT

Martin is back and bitchier than ever, Annabelle’s here bringing that powerful villainess energy that I’ve been missing ever since Jon murdered Helen. The “I hate you. >:(” “I know. ::::)” dynamic is perfect for them and a feast for me.

Martin purposely dragging his feet and taking lots of breaks, both to give the people in each domain a reprieve and to give Jon time to catch up? Brilliant Fantastic I Love This Man. Look at him gaming that system like a little shit!

Annabelle’s melodramatic little “Step into my parlour.” She’s playing a part and having fun with it! If I were a classy, snappily-dressed spider monster, that’s the kind of cheesy one-liner I’d pull out at every opportunity!

Martin gets to sit down again, and since he doesn’t make any snide comments about it, I have to assume that it is, indeed, a comfortable chair.

Martin’s assertion that he used to like spiders made me smile. I’m sure there are plenty of non-Jon-related reasons he changed his mind about them, but I can’t help but see it as a trade-off for Jon changing his opinion on poetry.

Martin: Just wait until my eldritch demigod boyfriend hears about this.

“[Strained] Because… explaining things, giving answers, like this… it’s not what I am. It’s difficult, against my nature.” Look I just love that Jon and Martin fucked up her initial plan so badly that she has to defy the nature of the Web to salvage it.

Seriously they forced her into a paradox and all they had to do was look at each other and say You’re the reason behind every step forward I take and I think that’s beautiful.

Might not save them in the end, but we may as well take each little victory as it comes.

[trexy225]

*Sad Slay*

Heyy besties. I added Muppet gifs because I'm classy like that and this is a big block of text. Here are the messages between cedar and I please read them because it’s important. Here is also another post that I think is important to read as well. Cedar shouldn’t have lashed out like that.

So. Some of y'all may know of the fic that I have written. And how Cedar is not happy about it. They have told their side of the story, and now it's time to tell mine. I would like to say that at the very beginning of all of this and I have ALWAYS had positive intentions and I always assume the best out of people and assume that they also have positive intentions. (Something I learned as a Camp Counsler. Conflict resolution besides my very complex lore as a T-Rex in a skin suit is just one of the many skills I have under my belt from my summers there ^^)

I was going to just let this go, but one of Cedar's "friends" just SEEKED me out on a server to harass me. And I think it's time that I tell my side of the story. I use Cedars name because they are well known in the fandom and I mean we all know who I'm talking about. This has continued and many people have cold blocked me and I’m deciding to back away and just have this post.

I truly hope that everyone actually READS my fic to form THEIR OWN opinions. At the end of the day, don't listen to me. Don't listen to Cedar. We're all sane enough to form our own opinions. I am human, I make mistakes. Cedar is human, they make mistakes.

I'm going to tell a full timeline of my side of the story. It's long so I apologize for that. But I am going to post this and hopefully, this can alleviate some of the drama because I just want to write. I believe in hearing both sides of the story, especially in these cases.

So, let's get to the very beginning.

My mom met my dad and on the first date he asked her to iron his shirt- Oh fuck too far back (he did actually do that and somehow they're still married)

Sorry, I giggle.

OK, cedar's morelikedoccock fan page was the very first introduction to Doc Ock tumblr that I had besides hey there I'm Ashley. (love your gifs btw they're iconic and just lovely). So yes, there may have been a parasocial relationship happening and you just... I mean your art is fantastic and it inspired me to write an entire fic inspired by your AU. But I will get to that later. So I know that you're human and that I'm human. I did look up to you. And I know that we are all "strangers" on this app. But I really don't see it that way, we've interacted many times and the same goes for other people that I have met online. I'm a friendly person, and I can be sensitive I admit that. But I think that I've behaved accordingly to all of this.

So my Tumblr has always been SUPER weird. Like asks didn't come in until like two months after, I couldn't dm, comment, reblog, like, or follow any people basically. And that happened with Cedar's profile. And I have back and forth of the both of us going "lol that's weird I didn't block you" and Cedar was actually the one who helped me get the bug fixed. That's why I went to Twitter because I couldn't dm them on Tumblr. Now my Tumblr is fixed and it's thanks to Cedar. So thank you for doing that ^^

I wrote this fic and published the four chapters (and I am not joking) when they posted the very first drawing of Mutated otto you know the one on the glass it's very hot. And I finished this fic LONG before they started their own fic. My doc was created on April 28th if that gives you reference. So all that I really had were the few drawings that they wrote. And I didn't want to rely too heavily on those because I had an original idea and I wanted to publish it. I was not plagiarizing, I was writing an original story inspired by your au.

As for the fic. I do admit that I did post like four chapters. Like I said the asks came through like two months after and I am working on my restraint and self-control and impulses took over. But as soon as I saw your post about not wanting that I immediately took it down and apologized in an ask. And you said "I'm not angry!" and I decided to not publish anymore and ask you if I could publish it after you finished your fic. And you agreed. So I decided to go back and rework it so that it would be good enough for you, I had friends beta read it and such and I was hoping to have Cedar beta read it and give me the thumbs up. But then Cedar blocked me on literally everything. I did seek them out on their art account because I have worked so hard on this fic and really wanted their blessing. But I've only gotten responses that don't want me to interact with them.

I believe that this has all been blown out of proportion and I wish that we could have discussed this together in private and found some sort of compromise or something. I just want to write my stories. And the discussion that we did have was not beneficial to either party. The way that I was treated wasn't ideal and I wish that I wasn't called childish. Because I'm not.

I do apologize for saying that comment was from you. If it wasn't, I'm sorry. The words used were just eerily similar to what you messaged me and when you replied fifteen minutes after I put two and two together. Emotions are high, and I apologize. And whoever did write that... wow. Just wow. Only I get to call myself a terrible writer smh.

Also, regarding my grammar. I'm an amateur writer. This is why I use Grammarly premium, use code Rexy-

Overall, please don't go after me or Cedar. I know that some of you will ignore this because people ignored Cedar's tag and went after me. I'm just tired.

But in the end, I truly believe that this is one of my best fics ever, and I needed to share this story to you all. I was aware of the reactions I may get, but in the end even after all the tears shed and everything that's happened. I don't regret it. Because this is a good story, and I believe that it should be shared.

Please, go read it and form your own opinion because I am NOT copying Cedar, I am NOT plagiarizing them and I am NOT a stalker or a bad person. I just want to write and unfortunately, this happened in the process.

I will continue to write this story. Please do not go after Cedar, I still love their art and I wish that I could see it. But I respect their wishes and I don't look at their account anymore. Any information has come from friends and I don't actively go "What are they saying about me?!"

Anyway, the fic is on my about the author page along with my other stories which I encourage you all to go read because I believe that I'm a good writer (even though you can see that my writing has improved in my latest fics haha) I hope that someday we can all look back at this and laugh. Because wow this has been a lot.

I am keeping my comments and dm's open because I believe in having a conversation about these kinds of conflicts and resolving them together. And by having comments and dms open there is no need for anyone to have to go to my twitter or discord. I’m posting this, and then I’m not doing anything else.

Anyway buy war bonds and slay all day besties ^^ I hope that you all have an amazing life.