#he's such a meat head but damn does he love his wife

[ohbo-ohno]

Being Trans Soap’s gynecologist and he cums on your fingers when you have your fingers inside him looking for the strings of his iud (Ghost will have to punish him for that later). Just a random thot.

i only ever see trans soap in the context of soap getting his pussy DESTROYED by ghost but my god these trans!soap x reader fics y'all send me.... im in shambles

anyways this could go 2 ways in my mind

1 - you're a doctor. when soap is waiting in your waiting room, you think he's waiting for a gf or wife or something, but you're not that surprised when you call his name to come back for an appointment. you're a doctor, a professional, and he's not the first trans man you've treated and he won't be the last

what does shock you is just... his confidence. he's not confident like most people come into a gynecologist are - confidence that comes from experience, a sort of "i've done this 10 times and i'll do it 10 more and yeah it's uncomfortable but whatever". he's confident in a "i fucking love having my pussy touched kind of way"

not normal for the gynecologist!!!

he makes it clear he's interested in you as soon as he spots you - damn near lights up like a lightbulb when you call his name, leans real close into your space and purrs "oh, please tell me you're my doctor, lass". (you're a professional so you tell yourself it's the accent that makes you blush and nothing esle)

and he bares himself so confidently. doesn't seem uncomfortable at all in the stirrups and spreads his knees literally as wide as physically impossible (he's remarkably flexible for such a muscular guy, but you can't think of that for long). he rests his hands low on his stomach, fingertips resting on the meat of his cunt, and stares at you with this absolutely insufferable (hot) smirk

(when you get to the "this may hurt a bit" portion of the appointment, he moans)

2 - you're a student working under a full-doctor, and this is probably one of your first appointments ever. and then here comes johnny, tall and broad and the exact opposite of what you expected to see (but you're determined to be a good student, so you don't say anything even if it takes a couple seconds for you to remember trans people exist lol)

and oh you just know johnny is instantly honed in on you - the nervous doctor in the corner of the room who looks up at him with those big wide eyes, little blush on your cheeks.... yeah, he's a goner

he's cocky as hell - shoulders rolled back, head held high, sharp smirk when you meet his eyes, not even pretending to listen to the doctor (until he gets himself situated without breaking eye contact with you)

and isn't it just his lucky day that the doctor has you do the exam?

(your face is hot when you ask the doctor if behavior like that is normal, and soap gets in the car where ghost is waiting and gushes for hours about the cute little doctor he wants to take home)

[margotoo0]

◇ Huge Sukuna headcanon AU ◇ (cuz I'm crazy)

English is not my native language. It was originally written in Russian, so it is very difficult to translate it correctly, since there are a lot of slangs. And I’m also talking damn nonsense, that’s why.

DO NOT TAKE EVERYTHING WRITTEN SERIOUSLY!!! THIS ALL WAS WRITTEN WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS UNDER METH!!!♡♡♡♡♡

I hope you stay alive and read this to the end.

AU! Our time

Well, what... About the base?

◇About 40-45 years old, mentally - all 70.. (he just tired) No wife, no family, everything is according to the canon.

◇It’s worth paying a little attention to his appearance (Kukukhuhuh):

1) I’ve seen a lot of art on AU Sukuna (I’ve seen a lot, a lot...), I really liked the theme with the patch on the right eye, so let’s take note. Most likely, either he has some problems since birth (Ehehe.. Let’s leave the topic of an unwanted child due to a congenital pathology?))), or he successfully lost it in one of the stabbings (that’s how he met Uraume..)

2) Huge bruises under the eyes. With age, wrinkles also appeared there. The eyes are sleepy, sometimes capillaries burst.

3) His skin is rough and rough. A common problem is peeling; in winter it’s completely out of whack.

4) AQUILINE NOSE (big noses, I like big noses..)

5) He is tall. Very. 190+ exactly. But this is not just a cruise ship, it’s a whole tank. The same guy who is the envy of all natural jocks. Something between a mesomorph, and maybe even an endomorph. The fact itself: there is a lot of muscle, but not dry. In all the right places, as they say...Ahhhhh. I won’t write you the muscle mass ratio and fat percentage, sorry. Where did it come from? Well, look at his true uniform. (Moreover, there were jokes on the Internet that he was on a mass gain after the illustration for the exhibition came out. Eh...They just didn’t deserve him, they were jealous) A strong, good man, I give it a like, without a ticket to my bed. You can consider yourself to have won the genetic lottery. Little nasty bug.

6) It’s obvious that in some places there are scars (a scar on the stomach, where his mouth is, according to the canon), burns... There’s all sorts of things there, in fact.

7) Tattoo? YES!

8) I also saw a couple of heads on Sukuna the boxer, he was included in the heavyweight category. I COMPLETELY AGREE, THIS IS A FACT.

9) In general, he is a typical cat-person. Like..he is so tiger 🐅

10) He also squints often. His gaze is empty, but in his head there is a whole construction site.

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Okay, I didn’t come up with anything else about appearance, you can figure it out for yourself. Let's go big already.

◇Philosophy of life? Sukuna adheres to that same “hedonism”, EGOISM, that everyone somehow misses when they talk about Sukuna’s philosophy. He doesn’t believe in your metaphysics; sometimes nihilistic tendencies slip through.

◇Remember his hobby? FOOD. And this thing has been preserved. He doesn’t deny himself anything, an ever-meat diet. Proper nutrition? Diets? Wtf, what? He don't know what. But he’s also an eater, he won’t eat everything, he’s very selective. High quality, three Michelin stars. (In general, the topic here is this... In the Heian era, he ate people, right? So, he mainly gave preference to the meat of women and children, since their meat is more tender due to a higher percentage of fat than that of men. Juicy, to be honest)

◇Eh...Would he be Hannibal Lector? Would you eat human flesh? Answer this question yourself. But it's interesting.

◇He has a very specific taste in food

◇What does he do in life? OHHOHO, SO. This is where the juice begins.

Please just keep in mind that this is all a fat joke.

◇We all know very well that Sukuna loves battles, fights, fighting, wars... He loves physical contact very much. Because of this, there is a head that Sukuna could have been involved in wrestling, in particular, boxing or jujitsu, but I have an opinion that Sukuna simply would not have lasted long, or would not have started a career at all. Well, how...

1) If we assume that he was actually involved in wrestling at one time, then his “career” ended after the first major championship at the age of about 20-25 years. In short, everything is simple: during the first round he almost killed his opponent (HAHAHAA), it came to resuscitation. Of course, Sukuna is a tough fighter, but no one expected such meanness. How was he even allowed in? Well, we thought about making money, but Sukuna’s adrenaline was stronger. He never returned to the ring. By some miracle he was not convicted (or rather... They wanted to, but Sukuna was faster). By the way, it must be said that this is not the first time Sukuna has smeared someone on the floor. But for some reason he always got away with it. It didn’t work out here... He wasn’t very upset, to be honest.

Did you think that he would receive penalties cards? No. There are 100% problems with the law. I just decided not to do hardcore.

2) From here I could already talk about the second half of his cheerful life, but I must say that Sukuna, I think, would not go into big sports at all, since it requires a lot of organization, and besides, a lot restrictions. Even MMA is NOT fighting without rules. Elementary. Sukuna has very good stamina, as well as willpower, it’s just... He couldn’t get enough of it. He doesn’t chase fame and success, he’d like to get a thrill from a fight. You can’t just leave training, you can’t do this, you can’t do that. He is simply an excellent virtuoso and improviser who adapts perfectly to the situation, BUT! Only if he WANTS it.

There is a very simple formula: "I can, but I don’t want to. I'm lazy, I'm not interested." Sukuna is not an organized person at all, and if he behaves like this, it is clearly not in good deeds.

3) You can skip this part, but I liked this idea. First I came up with it myself, then I also found headcanons with JJK teachers, everything coincided.

◇It seems to me that Sukuna could become an excellent historian, I don’t know why.. The topic is this: as a cover, he could randomly choose a profession (purely because his history was going well, but he had already improved his dorm life, when he was detained in the police stations for several days)

◇He doesn’t believe in God, but God believes in him, so Sukuna passed the exams well. As I say, he very smart and capable, if only I had the desire.

◇ I’ll quickly go over it:

1) I didn’t want to teach at a university, but at a college - why not. He doesn't like teenagers, but he likes to mock them.

2) He is constantly late for lectures. He swore at his directors when they put the history first. As a result, on Thursday the history is only 50 minutes long.

3) We must give him credit, he talks SO INTERESTINGLY, it’s just crazy. Here you will either listen with your mouth open, or fall asleep to his voice (sorry, I couldn’t resist, phew. In this case, he will come up and knock on the head, like “Who’s there?”) 😭😭😭 (AZAHAZPH)

4) He talks like he went to Moscow with Napoleon, then he judged the Decembrists, then he was in Petrograd at the revolution, then he and Stalin thought about how to defeat the browns, and he also sat together with Goering at Nuremberg... I think there’s no need to even mention the process of battles in the Second World War. He wrote everything down in a notebook while he was in the trench. In general, it's tough.

5) Despite all the charm of the above, he has a terrible memory for dates, so even his students don’t bother with it.

6) Do you want a test? Buy him an expensive bottle of red wine, then he MAYBE will consider your offer (yes, of course he will, he’s just showing off, he’s not interested in that at all)

7) After the first month, the students began to suspect something. You know, mysterious, like a perfume set (russian proverb). Like that same physical education teacher who always hangs out in the back room (local joke...). The smart ones guess, but the smartest ones have already made inquiries, they just remain silent, since Sukuna, in fact, is respected and feared by teenagers (in a good way). It’s a pity that the love is not particularly mutual...Uh.

In general, you understand. But what does he do anyway? He became a teacher in order to divert attention from himself. Decent citizen, but is just some kind of grouch <3

It's time for us to go into his natural environment. Crime)

Here everything is based on:

1. Pleasure, risk

2. Money. Just to live large.

It all started with Uraume (here also Uraume is “they”, so you can consider it either a man or a woman. Whatever you want). According to the canon, Uraume is a cook. It’s the same here, but with a surprise.. In general, Uraume “cooks”, and in Russian, he makes interesting preparations...)))(EMHAJAJAJJAAHPA0, WHAT IS THE PLOT OF “BREAKING BAD”, AZAHAHAHCH I’M DEAD Okay, just give me a chance)

◇Sukuna knew his comrades so well that he learned about Ura’s affairs only after 8-9 years of acquaintance (Forgive him).

◇In short, Uraume cooks well, and also studied at the chemistry department. Uraume had a purely monetary question; they didn’t use their own product (and I don’t advise you to, otherwise you’ll later invent such garbage like I did)

◇ – What is this? - What do you think? Sukuna narrowed his eyes. - And you decided not to tell me about it? - And I didn’t hide it. Just why extra attention to yourself? There was silence in the room. - Listen... - Sukuna, don't- - LET ME FINISH. ◇ Uraume had no options.

◇Every drug dealer needs his own "sportik" (This is what we call those who punish or kill people who hide drugs). Well, you understand, right...?

◇Well, that’s how it started to spin and spin. Moreover, it was Sukuna who opened the doors to the darkest places. Accordingly, he himself stood up very quickly, and even the dog would not dare to growl. Hello, black market. The only problem is hiding all this from the police + there is not enough imagination on how to launder the money, but the business itself is going well and wonderful. Sukuna also managed to be a hired killer in the dark spaces. He lives a very happy life, he likes it. Finally able to use fighting skills. Hooray.

◇ Sukuna once even showed interest in “cooking” while watching Uraume. You will be shocked, but he does a great job. Wow.

◇Well, not really. It seems to me that Sukuna is either a pure humanist, or with an admixture of biology and chemistry (everything was reinforced there along the way). But algebra, geometry, physics - well, no. I was ready to fight to the death with one guy from the faculty of Physics and Mathematics, because they stood and proved what is generally more important in life. I think his name was Gojo...I don't know.

◇ The only thing he can do from this is count money and interest.

◇The same person who will walk into the room, be silent for 5 minutes, and then sigh and “I, you know, what I think...”. He will tell you the whole course of philosophy, and then he will also express his opinion. I advise you to remain silent, not breathe loudly and listen carefully.

◇Law of the universe: if Sukuna is nearby, then with a 99% probability something will fall, break... Or maybe someone...

◇ Law of the universe: if Sukuna is nearby, then with a 99% probability something will fall, break, or break. Or maybe someone..

◇MAKE IT TO THE HIGH FASHION! He really knows how to dress with taste. You can’t tell from him, since Sukuna, like Tyler Durden, destroys everything, but he still understands art, aesthetics and style. And you will find out this in a completely unexpected way.

◇“Combining green and yellow in the interior? What squalor...”

“Mmm... Like Baroque”

◇Prefers dark and deep colors: black, burgundy, red, emerald, purple, ocher, etc.

◇ He loves Japanese painting on clothes, although most often he wears plain ones. But he has one or two kimonos. How is this painting technique... Yuzen?

◇Despite the fact that he has large hands and fingers, he has well-developed fine motor skills (a useful skill))

◇Doesn’t go to the GYM and makes fun of those who go there. Real men should knock out brains and teeth! (He just somehow saw that Gojo and Yuji’s change were going to the gym. That’s where it came from)

◇He, of course, could become some kind of powerlifter, since his physical capabilities allows it, but he doesn’t want to. Does he even want anything other than to kill and ruin the lives of others? (NO)

◇He met Kenjaku through Uraume

◇Sukuna calls Kenjaku a freak and a pervert (f*cked, to be more precise) because of his strange humor (Believe me, Sukuna is not far off, like...Kenjaku jokes about necr0philia, and Sukuna about cannibalism)

◇ I sleep and see: two grandfathers are sitting and trying to tell jokes. Only Uraume is unfunny...

◇Sukuna has some problems with sleep, and it doesn’t matter whether he sleeps a lot or a little, 3 hours or 12. He often dozes. (Sleepy kitty)

◇ Head from school: Sukuna had no friends at all before college, and there’s no point in talking about friends. One against all, all against one. In the last year of study, he changed place of study because he almost threw a classmate out of the window, and he also received a concussion.

◇He hated team games. Do you get upset when you are accused of playing poorly and causing your team to lose? Pf. In the first few games, Sukuna deliberately threw the ball anywhere, and he himself took it away from his team, passing it to another. And it makes no difference which team.

◇ He was not respected, he was feared. And rightly so, they were afraid. He could really kill

◇In fact, his social skills are poorly developed, he simply does not consider it necessary. In college, he got involved with Uraume, and that was enough for him. Cosy.

◇By the way, according to the canon there is no wife or children, it’s the same story. We must pay tribute - he did not touch women, unless he killed them when it was necessary for “work”. Sukuna himself is a very attractive man, but 85% of women were afraid of him, the remaining 15% tried to somehow flirt with him, start communicating, but Sukuna 🤨❓️ then showed such contempt that these women developed complexes for the rest of their lives.

◇ He never took call women (prost|tute), he is above that. He generally has the vibe “woman, keep your hands to yourself”, “don’t embarrass yourself” ◇ He can respect you if:

A) You are very smart

B) You are very strong

C) A and B together

He will definitely praise you if he finds you something interesting about you and your business (unless you are Yuji)

◇You can challenge him, just don’t be too stubborn, keep silent again, otherwise your new accessory will become a crutch.

◇I remembered the phrase of one man: “It doesn’t matter whether you are a woman or a man, I will beat you the same way.” This is he.

◇HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE. This is a constant. Will never take responsibility for another person. The only thing he will do is solve Uraume's problems, or just see how people cope. Independence is the key to a good relationship with Sukuna.

◇Content is content, but let's be honest, according to the canon, Sukuna is a very selective frame. This one is boring and not interesting, but this one is weak, and this one is annoying. In general, you won't please. I don't believe that Sukuna could fall in love with someone at all. It's amazing how most of the people here portray him in fanfiction. Well, he wouldn’t start this “subdue and rule” thing, he would immediately take your head off your shoulders. You should be on an equal footing with him, if not superior. Of course, he will fight for dominance, but he definitely values both physical and mental strength. In this regard, absolutely adequate and objective. The most important thing is to have something to praise for. And when someone crawl on their knees in front of him...Why the hell do you doing, you rag? We figured it out.

◇ At one time he used headphones very often, almost 24/7. Moreover, he turned it on purely for the background, without any purpose.

◇In general, he has no goals, only a path. And he does the right thing.

◇Frequent periods of “I don’t want anything, I won’t do anything.”

◇He has 2 states: either he does nothing AT ALL, sits on his ass, or he is a nightmare to everything and everyone.

◇He knows how to speak civilly, but only during some important negotiations. He himself is taciturn, sometimes he makes some obscene remarks. But once every few months he can give out some beautiful poetic remark. You hit the jackpot (“Moonlight helps me to see better how pathetic you are.” Oh, what a romantic)

◇He doesn’t like sweets, but it seems to me that he would like oriental sweets..Turkish delight)

◇A fan of Japanese and Kazakh food

◇He smells of "oldspice", heavy cologne, tobacco and sweat.

◇If he were an animal, he would definitely be a tiger. One big cat. Predatory, but with grace. Just like that.

◇He rarely responds to messages, but if he does, he gives out such a bunch of text, just so that you get tired of reading it all. He writes very quickly. But then again, in real life he's just quiet and grumpy.

◇A bunch of bad habits. It’s just one bad habit (but we’re not going to give it up, right?)

◇Gege Akutami once mentioned that he liked the performance of K-POP group MAMAMOO, in particular, Hwasa was the main shock. In short, if Yuji likes Jennifer Lawrence, then Sukune’s fatal luxury is Hwasa (I just really love this woman myself). He doesn’t listen to K-pop, he just likes her (hips don’t lie, friends..)

◇He would listen to either rock/heavy metal. I can also bet on darkwave, experimental, or maybe something with traditional Japanese motifs. Or maybe even a classic. Who knows..

◇He constantly carries all sorts of chewing gum with him.

◇It seems to me that he is one of those very people to whom you will say: “I went *somewhere*”, will not glance at you, and will remain sitting on the sofa. But after 30 minutes of your journey you will feel that something is wrong..(he is trailing behind you). Cause? He's bored.

◇ His main mission in life is to scare people until their hearts stop. No, just imagine: you’re standing in the kitchen, not bothering anyone, and suddenly a 2-meter big guy squints and slowly picks up a knife. And then he begins to walk towards you with a medium step. Your actions? (Spoiler: subway surf begins) And for realism, it will even leave a cut on your back. <33333 I luv this man sm

◇He clearly has some kind of jokes with physical contact. Pinches, pokes. Bruises are guaranteed.

◇110% organized all sorts of underground fight clubs.

That's all. The fantasy is over. I caught the cringe and laughed. It was fun and enjoyable.

Thanks

[paisholotus]

Mikayla's pov

"So, are you ready to make friends today, Miss Junior?" I asked, Mariah, who playfully rolled her eyes at me. Today was her first day of being a junior. She goes to Forks High. Cassie, Beau, and I go to Peninsula College in Forks. I make Mariah's lunch as she gathers her books and work. My mom usually does it, but sometimes she can't due to leaving early for work. Cassie walks into the kitchen, grabs her and my lunch, and heads to the door. I rushed Mariah down the hall, and out the door, we got in Cassie's car and headed down the street. We drop Riya off first, and Beau picks her up in the evening because he only has 3 classes. Both Beau and Cassie are seniors in college, and I'm a sophomore.

"I'm so nervous." Mariah whined quietly to herself, making Cassie roll her eyes and shake her head. I laughed at the two, drinking my ice coffee. School is school regardless. You just got to make the best of it. I actually loved school, I loved learning. It was just sometimes the people I didn't like. Cassie and Beau were the only people I associated with at school.

"Stop being so damn dramatic! You do this every year." Cassie says, glaring at Riya through the rear view mirror. Mariah smacks her teeth and pushes Cassie's head, making Cas yell that she is driving. I then yell at them to stop, I turn back around in my seat, letting out an annoyed sigh. They never fail to piss each other off.

"You're gonna be ok, Riya. You never have problems making friends. You're a social butterfly, so don't worry." I said, reassuringly.

Mariah reaches around the seat and hugs me, telling me thank you. I kissed her cheek and drank the rest of my coffee.

"Yeah, you get to make all the weird and hippy friends you want." Cassie said, smiling at her.

"See-" I started but only shook my head

"Man, why you always gotta start with me!?" Mariah yelled. Cassie cackled, pulling into the school lot, letting Mariah get out.

"Alright, short stack, have a good day. I love you and be safe." I said to her. She hurried out the car and waved bye to us.

"FRESH MEAT!" Cassie yelled out the window, making Mariah turn around glaring, sticking her middle finger at us. We laughed, speeding down the street and making our way to school.

-Time Skip-

Mariah's pov

I took a deep breath, making my way down to the front office to get my schedule. I'm usually not this nervous, I have plenty of friends at this school, and I guess it's just jitters. Plus, if nobody tells you, junior year is your hardest year ever. So. I gotta be on my P's and Q's.

I walked into the office and waited in line. There's a lot of people in here today, understandably, of course. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around, I saw a girl with a pixie cut, she was pale and short, and a girl standing beside her who was tall, and had light brown skin. They were both gorgeous.

"Hi, you must be Mariah?" She asked, giving me a big smile. I smiled at her softly and nodded.

"Yeah, you must be the Cullen family, I keep hearing everyone talking about." I said.

"Yes, my name is Alice, and this is my girlfriend Prisha. We're both seniors, but we just thought you could use new friends, and we thought we would show you to your classes." She said, kindly.

"Awe, that's so nice of you. I would love that, thank you, Alice." I said happily.

I grabbed my schedule, and Alice looped her arm into mine, and we walked out of the office. "Mariah, we're going to best friends." She said, beaming at me. I smiled at her and told her of course we were.

-Time Skip-

Alex's Pov

I was sitting at the empty table since class hasn't really started yet. I watched the droplets of rain slide down the large window. It was really loud in here, so I was really trying to tune people out.

I turned to the door as I watched my sister Alice and her wife Prisha walk in, but they were leading Mariah Layton. She was beautiful, her shoulder-length curly hair framed her face, her small petite hands grasping her books, and her glasses sitting perfectly on her puffy brown cheeks. She was smiling and laughing at something Alice said. She hugged her and waved them both bye.

My eyes went wide when I caught a whiff of Mariah's scent, causing me to grip the side of the table. She smelled so good. It was like a floral/fruity smell, I don't know if I can control myself.

I looked away from her when the teacher put her beside me, I took fake deep breaths as I felt my eye's change from gold to black, I gripped the table harder as I stared at her.

She looked at me, her smile fading as she shifted in the chair uncomfortably. I continued to glare at her, and she just looked at me concerned.

"Are you ok?" She asked. Then, all of a sudden, something washed over me. It was like the sound of her voice was calming me down, and I physically relaxed.

"Are you in pain? I have medicine and water in my bag." She offered, which took me aback because no one in this school even dared to talk to us, let alone care about our well-being.

"Um...no I'm okay, thank you." She nodded and smiled at me. GOD, if I could blush, I'm sure my whole face would be red. She had the most prettiest smile I've ever seen. If my dead heart could beat, I'm pretty sure she could hear how nervous I was.

"What's your name?" She asked, looking at her books, then back to me.

I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, "Alex. I-i mean Alexander Cullen." Her face lit up as she turned her body towards me.

"Hey, Alex, I'm Mariah." She said, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I looked down at her hand and hesitantly shook it. She didn't even flinch due to my coldness, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't seem to find a problem. Something is pulling me towards her, and I liked it.

"Alice told me about you. She's so sweet." She said, gushing. I cracked a small smile and nodded, agreeing, "Yeah, she tends to have that effect on people." She giggled and looked back to the teacher who was giving the assignment.

[zestyaahbutler]

Post some of your Arthur x Amulya headcanons, girl *cracks that whip*

Ack! As you wish homie

ARTHUR AND AMMY HEADCANONS

Amulya never really expected to fall for Arthur. As mentioned in the lore post, she never took Arthur’s incessant flirting seriously at first. It took a couple of tries for her to accept going on a date with him. She originally only thought of their relationship as a short fling on both of their ends.

Arthur did fall for her during their first chat but never thought about marriage till the final week of his trip. It was a last minute decision were he proposed to her in a pretty passionate way. He had taken her out for the entire day, shopping, food, and visiting anything that seemed interesting. That day he only asked that he was able to spoil her to which she finally accepted after pushing back on anything expensive. At the end he told her he wanted to give her that experience every day if it meant he’d have her by his side. Flattered, Ammy said that she loved the date but loved his company even more.

Arthur would ask her if she would like to go with him on his trip back to England to start their life together.

Ammy’s engagement ring was a sapphire ring. A big fancy ring because she’s the jewel of his eye and heart.

Arthur Hellsing is a chronic workaholic. One that looks as if he could never run out of energy till he lays his head down on his desk and is suddenly sleeping like he is about to hibernate for 5 months. Same with in the bed, he sleeps like a log. It’s rare that he lets himself rest. It’s something Ammy had to get used to but she does chastise him about overexerting himself.

Amulya sleeps very differently. She moves a ton in her sleep and wakes up with her hair fluffed up to high ends. Arthur always found it fun to wake to see her with her in the oddest positions, maybe even a limb sticking off the bed. He also definitely loved how her bed head made her look.

She actually pulled strings to take him on surprise vacations to get him away from work. She’d often visit him throughout the day to check on him. It always brightened his day to see her poke her head in. These breaks often lead to Arthur not being available for meetings or consulting over decisions because he became busy doing something else. (Ooh la la )

Arthur prefers drinking Chai tea over any other kind. He became so used to Amulya making it that it became almost routine to drink it. Otherwise he preferred a glass of whiskey/scotch much to his kidneys and her dismay.

Arthur was always very excited to celebrate her birthday. It usually came with a big party, all kinds of food, and likely a big vacation to another country. America, Japan, Brazil, Italy, and Turkey to name some.

Arthur is a big endorser of her fashion sense. He always encouraged her to pick out whatever she felt great in. He is an eccentric man who enjoys having his very happy wife in a funky pair of tights. She’d usually give him a small fashion show if she had gone out shopping when she gets home.

Arthur is little spoon. Big powerful military organization leader loves to be tenderly cuddled by his very short wife.

He also cannot handle spices very well. When Amulya does cook, she’ll usually make two batches, one normal one for herself and the other for Arthur that is very mild.

Despite her being mostly vegetarian, Arthur does eat meat around her. She doesn’t mind of course. Only when he has steak. Then she is side eyeing him. Even more when he teases her to try it.

Amulya put in a couch in Arthur’s office when Integra was a baby. She’d usually take Integra there to spend the day while Arthur worked.

NSFW

Ladies and gentlepeople, you already know their sex life was pretty damn alive. Arthur was very much the same as he was in his youth.

He is on the more vanilla side but still a passionate lover. They’re both very eager to please each other

Arthur has had her put on the female Hellsing uniform for him at least once. Plenty of other costumes too

[1-up-chump]

Just to let everyone know my mortal kombat characterizations are a mix of the arcade games, mk1995, mk defenders of the realm, and my imagination. Rarely will i maybe pick and choose the rare good things they did in the newer stuff. Just so we're clear:

Raiden and fujin are GODS not demigod as that means one of their parents would had to have been mortal. They are GODS

Liu kang is humble but not infallible, he hates the idea of being a god and tricked himself into thinking he wants to be a chosen one when deep down he just wanted a normal fucking life. He can and will crack under pressure and just bc it takes a lot doesn't mean he'll last forever as a "hero". There are no heroes in Mortal kombat.

Kung lao is prideful in his HONOR of his ANCESTOR and the SECRET WHITE LOTUS SOCIETY. He is not anymore arrogant in his capabilities as a warrior as literally anyone else. He works hard, fights hard, for his friends and earthrealm.

Johnny cage has no fuckin deep lore ancestry to explain his powers he just has chi energy like everyone else he's just rare bc he managed to bring it out so quickly naturally no special bloodline or whatever the fuck percentage this white man has, its all him all his own soul all his own talent.

Sindel LOVES kitana and will never not love her. No matter how much dark magic corrupts her soul and mind, her heart is strong and true and Although it might be twisted she will love her daughter and sacrifice everything for her. Including herself.

Shang tsung is a baddie and he doesn't need big muscles or fancy artifacts to do so. His danger is in his smarts, even if he's not top dog he'll never be out of the game for long nor at the bottom. He will always be persistent and always there in mortal kombat, after all. He is THE tournament master of mortal kombat.

Shao kahn aint no whimp and he isn't a meat head either. He's a cunning tyrant, bold but not so brash he can't be smart enough to know what fights to pick to give him an advantage. Conquered realms with the oldest trick in the book, divide and conquer. Makes his enemies fight his other enemies, plays both sides to gain allies to his power. He's deadly because he is smart AND strong.

Kuai Liang LOVES his brother and never ever in all the lifespan of the universe and several others will he abandon or denounce bi-han. If he has to pluck bi-han's soul out of the layers of void and dark magiks that quan chi put in place then so be it. Kuai knows his brother is in there and if not, he'll find a way to give him peace one way or another.

JAX HAS HAPPINESS AND RESPECTS JACQUI EVEN IF HE SEES HER AS DADDY'S BABY GIRL BC JACQUI IS A GROWN ASS WOMAN

Speaking of jacqui, she is awesome and doing fine as takada's wife and is researching some cool magiks on the side to better help earthrealm (always leaving shang tsung on read since he wants an apprentice)

Sonya is doing her own thing. Ideally she would never had married a man she has 0 chemistry with, but if it has to happen she is divorced and fine with it and never gets back with Johnny. They're still friends tho! Best friends that just don't work as lovers.

Cassie is doing her own thing like Johnny does and has a personality that isnt "nerd dude bro wank bait" and is a warrior who goes through her own journey.

And scorpion is practically retired he's doing fine he's ok he's rebuilt the shirai ryu and everything is prosperous with the ninjas.

Reptile is actually not the last of his species and is getting some damn respect for once. Kotal Kahn is trying to better himself not only as a warrior but a leader bc he realized he has a long way to go actually. Goro is back and vibing. Sheeva is vibing too. Baraka is vibing.

MILEENA AND KITANA WILL HAVE RESPECT EVEN IF THEY'RE STILL RIVALS

Kitana is not some stuck up dipshit haughty princess she actually remembers what being under shao Kahn's oppressive regime, but also starts to realize despite that she had more privilege than others and starts to actually help all of her people and learn that edenia was never a utopia and such a thing doesn't exist, but regardless she will try to actually unite ALL of her people regardless of social status (might even abolish it)

[lakemichigans]

tlou episode 8 thoughts!!

- man.... joel had the death rattle and everything...

- ellie trying to sound intimidating, i love her sm 😭 as much as i dearly love the "ditto for buddy boy" line, it felt wrong coming from this version of ellie. similar to how in the podcast they said it would've been strange for pedro's joel to say "you're treading on some mighty thin ice", i thought they would go the same route here. it's still cute though

- i love the addition of david being a christian preacher. i can imagine manyyy people only became religious after the world ended, making them more susceptible to manipulation than people who may have already been religious their whole lives. if you don't know anything about the bible except what your preacher tells you, you'll believe anything he says. you're desperate to find meaning and salvation in this cruel world and this guy is offering it to you on a silver platter (haha). finding out later that he just uses religion as a way to justify his own sick brain is like.... so real

- wow, david revealed himself quick. i knew we wouldn't get a super long fight scene with david as our ally like the game, but i expected at least one infected to be killed to solidify their bond before breaking it. that scene felt rushed to me :/

- the way ellie feels so much more comfortable being affectionate with joel because he's in this vulnerable state 🥺 if joel never got hurt, i truly believe it would've taken them YEARS to get to the point where ellie lays next to him and he rests his cheek on her head. being in danger speeds up the realization of "oh shit, there's no sense in building walls between us because it's already too late -- you feel like family to me and it would hurt me if you were gone"

- my god that kill in the basement was brutal. pedro captured the perfect amount of badass joel still on the verge of death energy lmao

- FUCK YEAH OH MY GOD that interrogation scene was literally perfection, i wouldn't change a single thing. my ass was CLENCHED kfjskfjs

- i like that the cannibalism is (kinda) less cartoonish in this version. i REALLY like (and by that i mean i'm very horrified by) the fact that only a few people know they're eating human meat while everyone else is left in the dark. especially the poor wife and child :(

- i didn't think it was possible to make the scene with david and ellie in the cage any grosser but they managed it ??? it was so visceral oh my god i want to kill that man. ellie is so smart and resourceful and it's devastating :( the way david uses her 'violent side' as a way to manipulate her is sick. it's such a typical abuser thing to do: "if you hurt me in retaliation you're actually just as bad as me" 🤢 it's written masterfully. i know that line will stick with ellie for a long time :( i'm choosing to interpret it this way because i despise the idea that the show-runners are implying that ellie truly does have a violent heart and is somehow kin to david because of that. i refuse to interpret it that way, ew ew ew.

- yooooo he said cunt

- i was worried the whole episode would feel rushed but i actually appreciate how it continues to ramp up as joel becomes more desperate to find ellie

- jesus christ.. they really went there.... i know it was implied in the game too but wow. i was in complete shock until the moment joel called her baby girl and then the floodgates opened. fucking hell man. poor ellie fucks sake

- i am so so so so glad that they still allowed ellie to save herself rather than be saved by joel. that has always been so special to me. although i wish ellie never had to live with the memory of killing david, it's so important that she was able to talk, think, and fight her way out of that situation. joel swoops in at the last second to COMFORT her, not to save her. it's perfection.

10/10 episode wow this one was brutal but easily my favorite?? i was on the edge of my seat for all 53 minutes even though i knew damn well what was about to happen. it was the perfect mix of action scenes compounding the emotional scenes

[sequinsmile-x]

hellooooo

for the prompts: kisses 42 - kissing away tears and kisses 47 - tummy kisses

Ahh this one is cute!

Details on how to submit a prompt can be found here, along with a list of ones that have already been requested

Tomorrow is the last day you can submit a prompt! <;3

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Words: 997

Warnings: Pregnancy

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“Damn it.” 

Aaron frowns at the sound of his wife’s voice travelling through from the living room, and he makes quick work of getting them both drinks. He grabs his bottle of beer and her soda from the kitchen counter and leaves the kitchen. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, freezing in place when she comes into view. She’s sitting on the couch, an open pizza box on her lap and an utterly devastated look on her face. She was rubbing her hand back and forth over her stomach, a sign their baby was shifting around under her skin.

“They got the pizza wrong,” she says, looking up at him with tears shining in her eyes, some already falling onto her cheeks. 

Pregnancy had utterly destroyed her ability to control her emotions. He knew it was her least favourite part of all of this. She’d taken the near-constant nausea in her stride, ginger ale and chewing gum were now always at the top of their grocery list, two things he would never dream of leaving the store without. She seemed to enjoy the changes to her body, the slight bulge in her stomach that had recently turned into a bump, her pregnancy no longer something that could be mistaken for bloating or a heavy meal. 

Her emotional control was something she’d always worn like armour. Something she’d put together piece by piece throughout her childhood, a level of protection her mother had somehow forged and knew how to pierce at the same time. It had served Emily well throughout her chosen career at Interpol and now at the FBI. Allowing her to deal with people who had the worst a person could, her ability to compartmentalise rivalling even Aaron’s. 

But it was gone. Left somewhere behind them in the weeks just before she found out she was pregnant, her fury at Derek for taking the last cookie that Penelope had brought in both disproportionate and the first sign something was different. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he says, placing the drinks down on the coffee table and sitting next to her, “It’s ok-”

“It’s not ok, Aaron,” she replies, cutting over him, wiping furiously at her cheeks, “They put pepperoni on it. I can’t eat that.” 

He looks down at the pizza in question, something she would have happily eaten 6 months ago, and then back up at her. Not only was it processed meat, something that she wasn’t supposed t to eat anyway, but the smell of it alone was enough to make her nausea increase. 

“It’s ok, baby,” he says, closing the box and taking it from her lap, placing it on the coffee table, “I can just go out and get another one.” His hope that his offer would cheer her up dies as quickly as it had appeared, her face screwing up as her tears only fall faster, “Sweetheart-”

“I’m sorry,” she cries, leaning into his side, her face buried in his shoulder, “I don’t know why I’m crying,” she pulls back, shaking her head at herself as she furiously wipes tears from her cheeks, “It’s only fucking pizza.”

“Don’t curse in front of the baby,” he replies, smiling at her as she rolls her eyes at him. He grabs her hand and links their fingers together, “Emily, you’re growing a person. You’re allowed to be emotional.”

She groans, “It’s just so stupid,” she complains, frowning at herself.

“Hey,” he says, playfully narrowing his eyes at her, “That’s the love of my life you’re calling stupid.” 

She shakes her head at him, fighting a smile as she does so. A battle she eventually loses. 

“You’re ridiculous,” she replies, wiping at her cheeks, almost growling in frustration as they get immediately replaced, “Why am I still crying?” 

Aaron leans in and kisses her cheek, tasting the salt on her skin as he kisses the tears away before moving to her other cheek. He stamps a kiss to her lips before pulling back, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. 

“Want me to go out and get some more food for you?” 

“No it’s ok, I can eat something we have in the freezer,” she says, an expression on her face that he didn’t need to be a profiler to see through. He leans in and kisses her forehead, before kissing her stomach, his hand over hers on her bump. 

“Em.”

She sighs, “Yes I would like that very much.”

“I’ll go get it now,” he says as he stands up, “Pizza again, or something else?”

“Pizza would be great, just-”

“No pepperoni,” he finishes for her, patting his pockets to see if he still had the car keys with him, before spotting them on the table. “Text me if you want anything else, I’ll let you know when I’m on the way home.” 

“Thank you, honey,” she says, clearing her throat, her eyes shining again, “I love you.” 

“I love you too. Both of you.” 

He’s out the door and barely in the car when his phone chimes in his pocket, the specific tone he had set for his wife. He pulls it out and smiles at the photo he has set as his wallpaper. It was a photo of him, Emily and Jack together with wide smiles on all their faces. 

It was exciting to think they’d be adding a new face to their family within a matter of months. He opens the text and chuckles, shaking his head at his wife. 

Baby wants ice cream too 

He moves to put his phone down, his hand reaching to turn the ignition on when it chimes again, another message appearing in the conversation with Emily. 

Don’t laugh at me.

He looks back at the house and sees his wife standing in the living room window, waving at him with a smirk on her face. He waves back and puts his phone down, determined to go and get her food.

The sooner he left, the sooner he’d be home. 

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💕🎭🎮🔥☘🌚📚

Hiiii dragon my beloved bestie

💕 - my favorite Matsuno duos are any and all tottie involved ones but also parka, chokei, wakaba, and I forget what karama and Jyushis duo is but there was a post that called them meat heads united!

Here are my favorite tottie duos lol

Parka is so funny to me bc they're literally a raccoon and a kitty cat hanging out and getting into mischief and also Osomatsu calms Ichimatsu down and they're friends

Chokei is also funny bc like the two of them are constantly taking pot shots at each other but also vibe and love getting along and double teaming their brothers. They are a good team and also their beef is so funny fhwhfhd

Wakaba - I just love seeing Jyushimatsu throw Choromatsu and bite him lol

And Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu are sooo! Who could forget the iconic oh my little Jyushimatsu!!?!

🎭 - my favorite au within the show (immediately thinks of my banana tottimi wife but knows it's illegal to do the same joke twice)

Does this count??? Technically it's an alternate time line! I like most of the skits but tbh I think I'm more invested in hesokuri designs. Not that I hate them, just aside from the Banana one I can't think of an au that screams my favorite.

🎮 SPEAKING OF HESOKURI MY FAVORITE SET AUGH don't make me pick just one!! It changes so often!!!

If it's illegal to pick mroe than one this one but I'm crying and begging to let me pick all 200 of my favorites 😭😭😭

🔥 An aspect of the show that I think is underrated is definitely fleshing out the secondary cast? With one writer on staff you can clearly see when he gets bored of characters or can't find anything funny to say about them. So when that happens characters like Chibita, Totoko, Iyami and others (who I kinda don't really like but def feel like they're entertaining as an ensemble) are thrown to the wayside when they could provide a lot more comedy.

Idk what emoji this one is and can't find it but! A matsu trio I'd like to see more of is:

OTOUTO!!! THEY'RE MY FRIENDS!! sans Todomatsu it'd be

These three. Suuji + Osomatsu is so hilarious to me. Also pardon totty 😭

🌚 Something I want to happen in the show that I'm sure never will happen? Uuh. Well the low hanging fruit is getting to kiss Totty. The serious answer is seeing the brothers in success relationships, growing up and becoming happier for it. And me kissing Totoko.

📚

SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS YOU ASK??!

Dropping links lol

your totty kissing fic <3 and I love your writing in general!

It was so sweet and had the right amount of push and pull, and AUGH!

I've only read a few chapters of your Jyushihomu sandwich One or the Other but it's so fucking unique and good Dragon! The fact Jyushimatsu meets the reader by hitting the reader with a baseball, and Ichi panicking sbfbsn

@itchymatsu has a bunch of amazing stuff on ao3 too! Her new work Somebody's somebody is so delicious for self inserters, ichi kissers never eat so fucking good when Brittany writes.

@nicetoneetyou has a fantastic fic with his oc Takeshi too that makes me beat the fucking ground bc he HASN'T UPDATED IT AUGH

@girlymatsu has been favoring me with the privilege of reading his delicious writing for a while (yes it is exclusive, yes I am that special ☺️) and has posted a fic of Osoeri on ao3! He's mega talented, and I am obsessed with his recovery fics! He has made me cry with his little red riding hood imagery, if you ain't in the know I feel a bit sorry for you bc it's so damn good. It's powerful, it's emotional and impactful. You can read it exactly like you'd see it because of Evans skillful work. It's so fucking good

Speaking of recovery aus @chorotchi has an amazing one! Greens There She Is literally made me fucking cry. The Omurice series is literally the best trans girl choro content on the scene. Don't walk lol run. It's so good, and ik Viri's working on a really great yokai au! And just started greens actual fic for recovery Choro!

@ichikos is also like a fucking stellar writer, idk if Izzys posted much of it yet but deadass is my biggest inspiration and rock when it comes to creative exchanges. Izzys writing is so good, the way she sees Ichimatsu and how delicately she keeps his fangs bared but him sweet? aurgh. You guys gotta see the meals I be snacking on when Izzy sends me over a doc.

@chockmatsu has her Squeeze With Both Hands fic that's so professional quality. It's so good, you could read it in a novella or a anthology and wouldnt guess it was fic at all. Literally a masterpiece, like all Karamatsu stans it's heavenly so yall want for fucking nothing in terms of quality content. Five course meal right there.

@lesbiabmatsu not only has this cute ask blog for girl gays but also is a writer that will knock your fucking socks off!! Her ocs are so adorable, funny, charming and all are so compatible with her characters!! Bibi is my bestie from kindergarten, Inko is my new friend who breaks my bfs arm when he makes me cry and Totty is sandwiched between me and Suzu's fine ass. When I get to read her writing it's always a special and rare treat because Clover can and does write her fucking ass off in those documents. Makes me scream each time, trans karama lovers better line up bc there's no getting better than my girls sweet writing

And @emeraldhillrose!!! GREEN RECENTLY SHOWED ME HER FUCKING WRITING AND I WAS BLOWN AWAY!! I LITERALLY LOVE HER OC SEXTUPLETS, AND NOT ONLY THAT HER ELDEST OC SEXTUPLET ROSEMARY IS THE CUTEST, MOST ADORABLE TSUNDERE TO EVER WALK THOSE AKATSUKA STREETS!! I read two last night and burst into tears bc Rosemary had a rough day but then Osomatsu helped her out in the sweetest fucking way possible.

@ochomachuu - while not a fic writer I gotta mention Mei. My fucking rock, she is the smartest person I know and so damn talented. Her meta analysis and the way she sees the brothers is so unique. I love Mei sooo much, she's the 7th Matsuno she's their sister she lives with them. Yall know her for her art and for her talent and for her brain and smarts but do u know her for her heart? Hm? ❤️

If i forgot anyone so sorry but read my friends works they're all so smart and funny and they will make you feel emotions.

[limpfisted]

🕯️ ehehehehe

“My savior, my hero, my lover, my wife. And yet so much more, and so much less.”

“I do not proclaim to understand you. I thought I did, once. I think I do, sometimes. But I cannot know what goes on in your head anymore than I do my own—and every day I feel a little more bitter, and every day I stink a lot more of my father’s favorite liquors than even of my sulfur soul rot.”

“You make the dizziness dangerous—but raise me up, so I do not fall, but float. You make the nausea worse—but make the bile sweeter as you taste me all the way down my throat, and then up, up, up again to the tip of my tongue, and then back down again. You make me hungrier, angrier, more vicious—and yet I am less wolf with you—and more the spoiled pet, chewing raw meat from your palm.”

“When I am with you, I am gentle, soft, pliant, in a way I may never be able to be again. I am the plush of your full lips. I am the soft skin in the crease between every knuckle of your hand. I am the hot stain of sweat beneath your breasts—I am the taste of my own boozy drool in your mouth.”

“Perhaps it is not that you are my love, my heart, my hero, my wife—but that I am yours. I am yours to do with as you please, for as long as you shall have me, for as long as I give myself to you—for however long I want to.”

“Perhaps that is better than being a husband. Choosing to be both Hades and Persephone, your Hellstouched King and bride. Who dragged who down, after my wicked proposal. I think the Archduchess of The Night may actually be the pomegranate of the Underdark. I taste you, I taste you, I pluck you, I pluck you, a seed, your guts, a flower blossom petal in the breeze of my hand. Does she love me? Does she love me not?” Does he love her? Does he hate her still?

“It really doesn’t matter, in the end. A devil lives and dies damned to his promise.”

[hangmans-darling]

Live Forever [Part 4] Jake Seresin

summary: Jake Seresin and Magnolia James have always been tied together, soon enough their ties become entangled over the years. This is their love story.

word count: 5.8k

warnings: fainting

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After helping Johnny unpack, Nola wanted to welcome him home properly, but he told her that they were going out to dinner with his buddy Simon and his wife Delilah. They’re pleasant enough but Nola really wanted to spend his first night home together.

“We’ve got all day tomorrow, Lia,” he says undoing the top buttons of his dress shirt. 

Hearing his nickname for her makes everything settle around her and brings back the memories of how they started.

Nola wasn’t interested at first, but he kept trying. He was a guest speaker at her school explaining what he does in the Navy. He was introduced as Ensign John Fischer. Nola’s coworker kept whispering to her that he would stare at her while he spoke but she waved it off. 

He answered questions for the kids then was waiting outside her classroom as she led her students back to her room until the bell rang. 

“Hello ma’am,” he greeted and she couldn’t deny he was handsome. His dark curls, and light brown eyes that matched his skin and she had a hunch he would have a dimple if he smiled.

“Hello,” she responded.

“I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner tomorrow night,” he smiled and she was right, dimples appeared. 

“What?” She was dumbfounded. 

“Can I treat you to dinner tomorrow night?”

“You don’t even know my name,” she laughed nervously.

“Miss James! Clark is eating glue!” one of your students, Penelope exclaimed. 

“I’m sorry, but no thank you. If you’ll excuse me,” she said and ran to stop Clark from eating glue. 

The next day as the school day was coming to a close, John was there again but with flowers and those damn dimples. 

“How about lunch, Miss James?” he smiled and extended the flowers out to her. 

“I have to stay here for lunch.”

The next day, he entered her room while she was cleaning up the art supplies her students were using. The flowers he brought her were sitting in a vase on her desk. 

“Can I buy you a coffee?” 

Nola sighed and gave in. If he’s this persistent she might as well give him a shot.

“I’d love some coffee.”

Their coffee date lasted well into lunch (which he paid for) and when dinner rolled around, he offered to cook her something. 

“You can cook, too? You’ve already done too much, John,” she shook her head.

“I want to do it, but if you have plans then I don’t want to interject. I’ve already taken up your whole Saturday.” 

“What about brunch tomorrow?” she suggested and he smiled.

“I love mimosas.”

By their sixth date he took her out on his small yacht he owned. On the back was the name ‘Oasis’ and she commented on how she liked it.

“It’s my own oasis from the ship,” he said helping her step onto the boat. 

Nola watched him untie the ropes from the pier, toss them onto the deck of the boat and hop on. She offered to help but he smiled at her to take a seat, that he’s got this. So she continued to watch him as he did the tasks and then they were pushing through the water. Nola moved to the front of the boat and smelled the sea air. 

After the boat ride, he docked it and then brought out a bottle of wine and a beautiful charcuterie board so they could eat and watch the sun go down. 

“Wow!” Nola’s eyes widened at the arrays of meats, cheeses and other goodies on the board.

“I have to confess that I did not make the board, I wanted it to be perfect for you.” 

“No one’s gone through this much trouble for me before,” she shook her head and accepted the glass of wine he just poured for her. 

“It’s no trouble at all.”

They sat and snacked on the food while the jazz music he put on played softly in the background. 

“So, is Nola short for something?” he asked.

“It is. My full name is Magnolia.” 

“You don’t like the nickname Maggie, I take it?”

“No,” she laughed and he stared at her for a while with his head tilted. He tapped his finger on the top of his glass.

“What about Lia?” 

“Do you not like my name?” She laughed again and felt her cheeks warm up.

“No! No, that’s not it at all, they’re both beautiful but…”

“But?” she hedged. 

“Lia means gentle and calm and that’s how you make me feel when I’m with you. Everything else is just background noise.”

“Okay then, Johnny, you can call me Lia I suppose. I don’t know if I’ll respond to it, though.” She gives him a demure smile.

“Well, you’re the only one I’ll allow to call me Johnny,” he laughed and pulled a piece of hair away from her lips that got stuck from the wind.

“That sounds like a plan. Johnny boy,” she smiled. 

“No, no, no. I’m fine with Johnny but draw the line at ‘Johnny boy’,” he laughed and she joined him. While they did their small banter of nicknames, they shifted closer to each other and Johnny’s fingers played with her hair. “Can I kiss you?” 

All she could do was nod. She was nervous, her heart hammered in her throat and her ears as he leaned in. She almost told him to stop but then when his fingers pinched her chin lightly and when his eyes fell closed, she let it happen. Nola’s eyes shut as his lips touched hers and it was unfamiliar but exciting.

This is the first kiss she’s had since the last time she saw Jake in Germany. She worried she might not be that good anymore but when Johnny threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled away for a breath that worry was gone.

“Wow, Lia,” he murmured and her stomach flipped as she saw his dimples appear. 

He kissed her again, this time with a little more urgency and she followed his lead. This kiss, Johnny, and the new nickname was like a brand new start, a clean slate that wasn’t tarnished by the bruised heartaches from Jake. 

Nola pushed Jake out of her mind and focused on Johnny and his lips. She twisted her fingers in his curls and he felt so warm. 

“Hey,” Johnny took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, he kissed the ring on her finger. “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been called Lia because you were gone. It made me think of when we met.” 

“Lia, Lia, Lia,” he sings her name with a grin then tugs her with him towards their bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Eight months I’ve been taking a shower in cramped quarters,” he pulls off her sweater over her dress. “Eight months I’ve been thinking of you in that shower.” he unties the ribbon around her stomach then works on the zipper of her dress. “Eight months I’ve been missing you, Lia. I don’t think I can wait eight more minutes.”

“What about dinner?” she asked but was undoing the rest of his buttons. 

“Simon will understand.” 

She worked his clothes off quickly and they stumbled into the shower, lips connected as the water cascaded on them. She always loved how strong Johnny was, he lifted her easily against the tiled wall when he entered her. Her moans echoed and bounced back to them through the steam, her hair clung to her face. 

He hummed her name again and again in her ear as he thrusted into her. Through the shower door she could see his ass flex and clench in the mirror, her diamond ring winking at her as he moved within her. 

“Oh Lia, my pretty girl,” he moaned and she closed her eyes when her orgasm overtook her. 

At dinner, Simon and Johnny are talking about their life and time on the ship while Nola and Delilah sit and listen. Johnny had his arm around Nola but she still felt detached even though they reconnected in the shower earlier. Delilah asked about wedding details as their plates were cleared and their glasses were topped off with more wine. 

“We haven’t really had time to discuss everything since he’s been in Europe, but now that he’s home,” Nola lifts her ring adorned hand to cover his on her shoulder and gives him a big smile, “maybe we can get to planning.” 

“Whatever you want, baby, I’m fine with.”

“You don’t want to help?” Nola’s smile fell.

“I thought that’s what Layla, your mom and sisters are for? Isn’t it a family thing?”

“No, it’s our wedding, Johnny. I want to do this together.”

They stare at each other, both of them at a loss for words.

“Let me see that gorgeous ring again, Maggie,” Delilah breaks the awkward silence by reaching across the table.

Nola sighs, breaks eye contact with Johnny and holds out her hand. She’s told Simon and Delilah repeatedly to call her Nola. 

“Oh, it’s just so beautiful,” Delilah gushes turning Nola’s hand from side to side so the diamond glitters. “And it must have cost a fortune.” 

“Oh, it did, but my Lia is worth it,” Johnny kisses her cheek.

Nola smiles and tries to relax against Johnny’s side as the conversation turns to golf and something about a top gun. Nola sips at her wine greedily, hoping it will push down her disappointment that Johnny didn’t want to help with wedding plans and a pair of green eyes that haunt her vision.

On Fridays, Nola always had her students create whatever they wanted. She found it heightened their freedom of expression and helped their talent grow. It also gave her time to grade projects and sketch in her own book. 

Lately, she’s been drawing willow trees and green eyes hidden through the weeping branches and leaves. Her last class of the day was with her second graders. Nola’s shading the pupil when there’s an outburst near the window. 

“It’s a plane, not a bird!” Charlie, your newest student, exclaims.

“It is too a bird!” Danny retorts pointing at Charlie’s paper. “Look at it’s poop!”

“That’s smoke!”

“Hey, hey, hey, we use our inside voices,” Nola says and moves from behind her desk to see what the commotion was. “What is going on?”

“Danny thinks my plane is a bird,” Charlie pouts, her face scrunching. 

“It is a bird, Miss James!”

“No, it’s not!”

“Yes-”

“All right, okay!” Nola bends at her knees holding her hands up in between their faces. “That’s enough. Sometimes, our art looks different to other people. It’s okay if you see a bird, Danny, but if Charlie is telling you it’s a plane, then we respect her, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Continue your drawing, the school day is almost over,” Nola says then turns to Charlie. “What kind of plane is this supposed to be?”

“A jet plane. My daddy flies one,” Charlie smiles proudly. “That’s him and my uncle is in this one.”

Nola sees she drew the fighter jets and it makes her think of Jake again. But as soon as his name or face starts to shift into her focus she forces it away immediately. 

“I think they are very good planes, Charlie,” Nola smiles then moves back to her desk. She stares at her sketch in her book and sees Jake’s eyes staring back at her. She knows she’s lying to herself by trying to push him from her thoughts, but he’s always on her mind.

When the school day is over, she’s excited for dinner with Johnny, Layla and Bodhi. Johnny is just getting out of the shower when she comes home, his towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets roll down  the tattoos on his chest. 

“Oh good. I’ll change and we can go to Champ’s,” Nola kicks off her small pumps. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I got called to base to go over a debriefing on Europe.”

“Seriously?” Nola’s shoulders fall. “Layla and Bodhi are so excited to see you.” 

“I know, I know. I want to see them too,” he steps closer to her. When he finishes knotting his towel he cradles her cheeks in his hands, his brown eyes are sad. “The higher in rank I get, the more responsibility I have.”

“I know,” she sighs then remembers there will be a dinner next week to officially announce him as Lieutenant and Nola will be pinning him. “How late will you be? Could you meet us after?”

“I can try but I don’t want to break a promise to you. Tomorrow, I swear it will just be you and me.” He kisses her forehead. “We’ll do anything you want.”

“Okay,” she relents.

“I love you, Lia.”

**

“Where’s Johnny?” Bodhi asks when Nola arrives at Champs alone.

“He got called to base to do a debriefing of his time in Europe,” Nola shrugs sitting down across from them. 

“Aw man, well we have plenty of time to see him. He’s home for awhile now, right?”

“He should be. He said tomorrow it’s just going to be me and him.”

“Good. Maybe you can go over wedding ideas,” Layla says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” Nola smiles sadly. “Let’s get a drink.” 

When she picks up the menu to skim over the cocktails, her ring is shining brighter and feels heavier than ever because of Johnny’s absence.

She always has a great time with Layla and Bodhi so after dinner they ended up at a bar on the beach called The Hard Deck. It was a little packed but they got served pretty quickly from a kind woman. Nola noticed a lot of Navy pilots coming in through the front door then there was a loud clamor of a bell. Loud cheers erupted from everyone in the bar.

“What’s going on?” Nola asks looking around. She plucks her cherry from her glass.

“If you disrespect a lady, the Navy, or have your phone on Penny’s bar, you buy a round,” a bystander says.

“Oh sweet! I’ll go get our drinks!” Bodhi says. He kisses the top of Layla’s head and makes his way to the bar.

“Well that’s cool,” Layla laughs.

“Super cool,” Nola agrees with a smile and glances around the bar as if expecting someone.

“Are you looking for Johnny? Did he get to leave early?” Layla asks.

“What?” Nola notices a cluster of pilots by the pool table. “Um, no. He hasn’t responded to my last text.”

She opens her phone to make sure she has service. She does and her message sent an hour ago is there saying it was delivered. 

Hey babe. We’re at this bar now called the hard deck. Let me know if you can come by! 😘😘

Nola stares at the ‘seen’ below her message minutes after she sent it. At least he saw it.

“We’ll stay for a bit longer and see,” Layla holds Nola’s hand in assurance. 

The three friends chit chat about their jobs and Nola taps her fingers on her glass as ‘Slow Ride’ by Foghat plays over the JukeBox. They finish their drinks and are about to leave when the music cuts off and the trill of a piano is overheard by the upset patrons.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Nola turns to peer at the piano. 

“Someone’s being carried out!” Bodhi laughs looking in the opposite direction from the piano.

Nola doesn’t pay that any mind and instead listens as ‘Great Balls of Fire’ is being sung by the piano player. The crowd has gathered around him so she can’t see who it is but she notices the khaki all around; he must be a pilot. 

“That’s so fun,” Nola comments but Layla and Bodhi aren’t paying attention as she takes out her phone to record a video of the performance. 

“Let’s get outta here before they get too rowdy,” Layla says pulling Nola by the elbow. 

When Nola got home, all the lights were still turned off so Johnny must not be home yet. She checks her phone and has messages from her sister Nomi asking about wedding plans and if she and their mom can fly out to go dress shopping soon. There are still no messages from Johnny.

Nola does her nighttime routine even though she is a little drunk. She’s pulled back the comforter and is about to crawl in when she hears the front door open and the swift clicks of Johnny’s dress shoes come down the hallway. 

“Johnny!” she squeals leaping at him. She tries to give him a kiss but only gets his chin.

“Hi,” he chuckles and steadies her. “Are you drunk?”

“Maybe,” she shrugs playing with one of his gold fastenings on his suit. “A round or two was paid for at the bar we were at because someone disrespected a lady, the Navy or a phone.” She counted off the reasons on her fingers then giggled into his chest. “No, no, no, you can’t disrespect a phone. I don’t remember but lady and Navy rhyme.”

“Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed,” Johnny smiles rubbing her back. He spins her around but she covers her mouth. “Are you okay?”

Nola shakes her head then runs to their bathroom and throws up in the toilet. She’s waiting to feel Johnny’s assuring hand and soothing words but it doesn’t come until she’s standing in front of the mirror rinsing out her mouth.

“Better?” he asks watching her wipe at her mouth with a towel. 

“Kinda,” she whispers, her head is starting to pound. 

“I’m glad you didn’t do this in front of Simon and Delilah,” he says and Nola stares at him. 

Did he really just say that?

“Do you need anything?”

She shakes her head and exits the bathroom. Johnny closes the door so he can get ready for bed and Nola settles under the covers listening to him brush his teeth and wash his face. When he comes out, he hangs his suit on the proper hangers and he joins her in bed. He kisses her temple and shuts off the light.

Nola stares at the clock next to her side and thinks of the time Jake took care of her when she drank more than she intended when she visited him at school. He hand fed her a glazed donut and made sure she drank enough water before bed. She presses her hands to her head as if it would push the thoughts of him away and somehow ends up falling asleep. 

She dreamt of green eyes, trucks, bonfires and cowboy hats but didn’t remember a single thing when she woke up. 

Johnny woke her up gently with a soft kiss to her temple and a mug of coffee. Her favorite hangover food was on a plate in his hands along with two pills of Aspirin. When they’ve finished eating and her head feels better, Johnny kisses that spot below her ear that always gives her goosebumps and they have slow morning sex. 

After a shower and another cup of coffee, they’re sitting on their porch watching cars drive by and neighbors move up and down the sidewalk. It’s a very pleasant Saturday morning and then Johnny’s work phone rings.

Nola listens silently to his side of the conversation so she already knows their time is cut short again.

“I–”

“You have to go,” she interrupts him and gives him a sad smile. “I know. It’s okay.” 

“I’m so sorry, baby. It’s a quick run through and I’ll be home by dinner. I’ll pick something up to eat and we can have a fire in the back with your favorite wine.” 

“Okay.”

The rest of the week goes by in the same manner; Nola is home alone while Johnny works late. He tells her he wants to go out Friday night on Wednesday but she reminds him (for the fourth time) that she has an Open House at school until 8:30. 

They share a quick dinner Friday night before she changes into one of her nicer school dresses then heads out early to make sure her room is set for the parents. She always enjoys meeting the parents of her students and telling them how proud she is of them and all of their work. 

“Miss James!” Charlie bursts through the door followed closely by her mother. 

“Hello Charlie,” Nola smiles at her then holds out her hand to her mom. “I’m Miss James.”

“Diana,” Diana smiles and shakes her hand. “You’re Charlie’s favorite teacher.” 

“Well, I’m glad to have her. She’s such a joy and I love what she creates.” 

“Can I grab my plane picture to show my dad?” Charlie asks.

“Go ahead,” Nola motions towards the art displayed on the tables. 

Diana and Nola continue to talk about Charlie and how she draws at home as well when Nola recognizes a familiar face walking in her room. A face she hasn’t see in a very, very long time.

“Javy?” she stares in shock as he comes in wearing his service khakis.

“Nola? You’re Charlie’s art teacher?” he asks in equal shock. 

“Yes…are you…I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Nola shakes her head.

“Me too,” he laughs awkwardly then stands next to Diana. “I’m Charlie’s dad and Diana is my fiance. We’re hoping to finally tie the knot soon–”

“But it’s hard when he’s being called on missions all over the world,” Diana smiles at him.

“Yeah…I can attest to that,” Nola smiles politely. Her ears are starting to ring because the last time she saw Javy was in Germany. Jake’s name is on the tip of her tongue. “Congratulations on the engagement, that’s so great Javy.”

“How do you two know each other?” Diana asks.

“Uh, I dated his best friend in college and we hung out a lot,” Nola explains. She couldn’t bring herself to say his name. Her neck began to heat up under her dress and she lifts her hand to bring her hair forward. 

Javy’s eyes widened at the large ring on her finger.

“You’re married?”

“What? Oh! No, not yet. I’m engaged, too.” 

“Wow! That’s great! Congratulations!” he hugs her and Nola pushes down an ache, he’s the biggest reminder of Jake yet. 

“Thank you,” she hugs him back but they both pull away at the same time. 

“Um, we should go see her other teachers before it’s too late–” Javy tries to back out of her classroom. 

Charlie objects behind Nola and Javy looks behind him nervously.

“I have to show you my planes, daddy!” Charlie pouts.

“It really is a great picture. She drew you and her uncle,” Nola smiles. 

“Right,” Javy coughs. “Let’s see, munchkin.”

Nola watches as Javy and Diana look at the drawing Charlie did. Now that they’re next to each other, Nola can see how much Charlie does look like Javy. How did she not see that before?

“Nola James?”

The back of Nola’s neck prickles. She knows that voice all too well and she hasn’t heard that voice in nine years. Javy turns his head, realization washes over his features and Nola understands why he tried to get out of her room. Her head is pounding as she turns slowly around and sees Jake. 

He’s in his service khakis as well, his hair is short but not buzzed. It’s pristine and held perfectly in place and his green eyes are piercing. He’s as handsome as ever and Nola holds her breath.

“As I live and breathe,” he drawls quietly. 

“Jake,” she gasps out before everything spins and turns dark.

When she comes to, she smells mahogany teakwood and hears her name faintly being called. When she hears it in Jake’s voice, her eyes flash open and she sees him staring down at her. She tries to sit up.

“Woah, woah, hey, hey, hey slow down,” Jake says.

She stares up at him and realizes he’s holding her in his arms. She can feel his warmth all over her, the muscles in his arms.

“What happened?” Her voice is small and timid. She then notices it’s only them in her classroom.

“You sorta passed out. But you didn’t hit your head, I caught you before you could have hurt yourself.” 

“You…caught me?”

“Yeah,” his green eyes are full of concern as they look her over. His thumb is rubbing the top of her shoulder.

“Where did Javy go?”

“To get you some water,” he presses the back of his hand to her forehead then the pads of his fingers trail down her cheek.

Each touch leaves a burning flame on her skin but all she does is just lie there in his arms.

“You feel a little clammy…”

Nola can’t stop staring at him. He’s really here? 

“Yeah, I’m here, Nola,” he chuckles, his green eyes lift to stare into hers. 

“You heard that?”

“You said it out loud.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. It’s just been–”

“A long time,” he nods slowly.

They’re both caught in a trance of old memories, feelings, and the complete surprise of being this near to each other again after so many years. Jake opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Javy.

“I got the water!”

“Miss James, are you sick?” Charlie asks peering around Javy’s legs. Diana holds onto her shoulders to keep her a good distance away.

“Uh, I think I can sit up on my own,” Nola says awkwardly. 

“Right,” Jake nods clearing his throat. 

He helps her sit up then takes her left hand so he can help her stand to her feet. He rubs her back subconsciously then glances down at her hand in his and he sees the ostentatious diamond ring. He’s frozen, staring at it.

Nola tries to hide her hand from him and thankfully Javy hands her the small paper cup of water. Nola mutters a soft ‘thank you’ and Jake turns his head away from the diamond letting her hand drop to her side. 

She feels like she’s going to pass out again.

***

Nola has finished putting away her student’s work and was waiting on her coffee to brew by her desk. The rest of the evening went by in a blur, she was on autopilot speaking with the other parents because her mind kept replaying the moment she saw and heard Jake. Absent-mindedly she’s twisting the band of her ring as she watches the brew drip and trickle into the carafe. 

There’s a knock on her door and she whips around to see Jake standing in the doorway, he bashfully places his hands in his pockets. 

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” she responds breathlessly. 

“Do you…do you need help cleaning anything up?” 

“No,” Nola glances around her room. “I’m all good, thanks.” 

He nods, purses his lips and starts to leave. 

“Wait!” she calls, taking a step forward and Jake spins around quickly. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” 

Once they’ve made their coffee how they like, they move to the corner of her room where she’s got a pair of comfy chairs for kids to sit and draw. They sit in an awkward silence, each taking a sip of their coffee.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” 

“We don’t have to talk about that,” Nola shakes her head and chips away at some paint on the handle of her mug. 

“Come on, Nola. If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked. Who is he?” 

“Lieutenant John Fischer.”

“Navy guy, huh? I’ve heard of him.”

“Yeah, guess I have a type,” she says grimly.

“Does he treat you well?”

“Yeah, Johnny’s great,” she nods quickly and then the past few days roll through her mind. How he’s been coming and going more than usual and how he doesn’t want to help plan their wedding. Jake doesn’t need to know about those minor details. 

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

“Are you seeing anyone?” she sighs wanting to change the subject off of her and Johnny. 

“Dating on and off again,” he shrugs, “but nothing serious. Let me take you and your fiance out to dinner soon.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to–”

“Please,” he holds up his hand, “it’s a congratulatory dinner on your engagement. My treat.” 

“All right,” she laments. “So, what are you and Javy doing here? Do you live here now?”

“We got called to a mission for Top Gun.”

“What in the world is that?” she asks taking a large swallow of her coffee and he smiles. 

“Fighter Weapons School, it’s where the best pilots go to learn aerial combat. I was first in my class when I went the first time,” he grins and Nola laughs because it’s his cocky grin. “Now, me and a bunch of other pilots were called for a very special mission and we’re all fighting to be team leader.”

“Uh oh, bet you’re such a good sport about that,” she teases.

“Oh you know I am,” he laughs. 

“Is it dangerous?”

“What?”

“What you do, is it dangerous?”

He frowns slightly and averts his gaze to his coffee.

“Yeah, Nola, it’s dangerous. I’m the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air to air kill.”

“That’s…great?” she makes a face not knowing if it’s a good thing or not. 

“It is. I’m the best,” he smiles and she rolls her eyes.

“Same old Jake.”

They finally head out when the janitor comes by and tells Nola he’ll be locking up soon and she should be heading home. Jake walks her to her car and then asks if tomorrow night works for dinner. She says yes and she thanks the high heavens he didn’t hug her goodbye because she didn’t know what she’d do if he did.

She drives home in silence going over the whole night in her mind. When she does get home Johnny is already asleep and she slips in beside him quietly after she’s changed and washed her face. Johnny rolls over in his sleep and brings her against his chest, he nuzzles into her neck.

***

The next morning when Johnny asks how her open house went she tells him about the kids and their parents and brings up Javy and Jake. Johnny recognizes Jake’s name but he doesn’t lead on if he’s upset or anything by it. To Nola’s surprise, he agrees to grabbing dinner with Jake.

The rest of the day is spent with them making lunch and going for a walk along the beach. Nola is happy when his work phone doesn’t go off and she actually thinks they’re going to go for dinner when he pulls his phone from his pocket as they’re about to walk out the door. 

Nola listens stoically as Johnny takes his orders that he needs to return to the ship. 

“I will be there in twenty minutes, Captain,” Johnny says and brushes his thumb over her bottom lip. “I promise you, this should be the last last minute cancellation. These meetings are important, Lia and I wish I could tell you but they’re–”

“Classified,” she finishes. “I know. I don’t have Jake’s number to cancel–”

“No, no, don’t cancel because of me. Go have fun and catch up.”

“You’re sure?” 

Johnny knows all about hers and Jake’s history. It was on their eighth date where the topic of exes came up. He asked if she was ever serious with anyone and her prolonged silence told him there was. He wanted to know so she told him about Jake and their constant on-again-off-again relationship. She told him how he broke up with her twice in order to save her heart and then she told him about Germany.

Johnny listened intently and wiped her tears away when stray ones betrayed her and rolled down her cheeks. She apologized for crying and Johnny told her not to worry about it but he did call Jake an idiot and that made her laugh because she always called him an idiot, too. When she asked about his person he said he didn’t have one.

“Until I met you, Lia.”

Johnny kisses her forehead now and slips his credit card into her hand. 

“I’m sure. And I know he said dinner was on him but it’ll be my treat since I’m canceling.”

“Johnny, you don’t have to–”

“I want to,” he smiles at her then lifts her left hand to his mouth. He kisses her ring finger, his brown eyes melting into hers. “Have a great time and I’ll see you when you get back. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she smiles.

Nola doesn’t notice Jake do a double take when she walks in searching for him in the restaurant. When she does spot him, she smiles and he rises from his chair so he can pull hers out for her.

“Where’s the fiance?” he asks once he’s settled back in his own seat.

“He got called in just as we were walking out the door, and he gave me his credit card because he couldn’t make it.”

“Really?” Jake drawls and a Cheshire grin.

“Don’t go crazy, Jake,” she scolds lightly and lifts up the drink menu.

“All right, all right,” he laughs. “Sad I don’t get to meet him.” 

“I’m sure you will soon.”

As their courses are brought out they catch up some more and he tells her how proud he is of her for doing what she loves. The next topic are their siblings and all four of them are doing well in college.

“Lincoln will probably go pro in football,” Nola says after a swallow of wine. 

“That’s what Lottie told me, he’s a great athlete.”

While they’re waiting for dessert, Jake stares at her as she looks around the restaurant. When she meets his gaze her eyes widen.

“What?”

“You look really good, Nola,” he compliments.

Nola hates how her cheeks betray her by warming and turning red at his words. He knows it too and he smiles.

“Watch it, Jake,” she warns, then sighs.

“Just stating facts, darlin’. So, when’s the wedding date?”

“Haven’t decided that yet. We haven’t had time to plan for it since he’s been in Europe the last eight months.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

There’s an awkward silence but then the dessert is presented to them. They each got fried ice cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauce. 

“I’m so full, that was delicious,” she says walking past him when he opens the door for her. “I’m going to have to walk this all off tomorrow.”

“How about now? We could walk up and down the block if you’d like,” he suggests. 

As they walk, they reminisce about the old times they shared in high school. They laughed and joked about prom, and she teased why he didn’t just ask her to be his date. He confessed he was too chicken to. It was like no time had passed between them, even though it’s been nine years it’s like they picked up the bookmark of where they last left off. It was always easy talking with him. They make plans to get together again with Johnny on Tuesday and she says it shouldn’t be a problem.

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#15

Hi Pedro,

Things have been a little better since my last letter. I finally broke down and talked to my husband. Finally told him I felt like his roommate and not his wife. That he existed with me in the same space but not with me, you know? It was a good talk. I'm sure I hurt his feelings, but still. He understood. He's making an effort.

I'm not sure how to come to terms with the fact that I regret settling down so early, though. I wish I had some magic ability to take a couple years off from this whole settled down and married thing and then come back like nothing happened. Some magic where I could go be someone else for a while and come back to the comfort and safety and love of this man. I fucked up when I married him. I let myself ignore all the things I know I need that he can never give me. It's not a matter of asking him to fix certain behaviors. The man I want is not who he is. He can't change his whole personality to make me happy. I just... I resent the fact that passion, lust, that desperate wanting, is simply not in his vocabulary. He loves me and he works hard to show me that everyday, but it's not what I need from him.

Anyway. He's trying. Maybe I'll get over it and everything will be fine.

--

I just watched Prospect. I fucking loved that movie. I know it's been 5 years, but a sequel would be so fucking cool. I love how over the top your character is in that. Your arm getting cut off is just so ridiculous. I loved it. I have a fun little list of what I want with your characters.

I want to be one of Oberyn's lovers. Nothing committed. Not close enough to him to be completely broken when his head gets squished in, but close enough to know what that fiery passion feels like.

I want to be Javi Peña's coworker that he sneaks around with. Still nothing committed. I'd be too worried about him and too jealous of his informants to commit. But god he's so hot.

I want to wrap Javi Gutierrez in a big hug. Kiss his forehead. Run my fingers through his curls while he lays in my lap and tells me about his screenplay.

I'm wildly attracted to Ezra, but I'm not really cut out for the life he lives. I still want to rip that damn suit off him though. The scene in the drop pod after he gets shot? Sitting all sprawled out and panting from the pain in his arm... good lord almighty.

I want Joel to find me in Jackson and decide Ellie needs a stepmom. I love Ellie so so much. We'd be best friends. And Joel's rough voice and rougher hands. His gray hair. His strong arms and soft belly. I want to fix him. He definitely activates my savior complex something awful.

Dieter Bravo... man if I was in that bubble and he asked to have sex with me I'd say yes in a heartbeat. His wild hair and wilder eyes... fuck dude. Savior complex again. I can fix him, I swear (I can't). I'd ruin myself trying.

Dave York is hot, but I'd have to steer clear of him. For one thing... he's married with kids. But for another, he works for the bad guys.

Marcus Moreno is another one that could use a stepmom for his kid. That's all I've got on him... he seems sweet.

Agent Whiskey has a special place in my heart, since I'm from Kentucky and the Statesman Distillery is there. I also love a cowboy, love a whip, and love a tragic backstory. Agent Whiskey did nothing wrong!! And that's coming from someone who definitely would've needed the antidote. I would save him from the meat grinder.

Fish... Oh Frankie. He needs a haircut and a shower. He needs someone to convince him trafficking cocaine to the US is a bad idea. He needs someone to remind him that he's important and his life matters. I don't think I could fix him either.

I'd punch "Dio" in the face.

Edward from Buffy is sweet and so adorable, but he dies and I like older men with patchy facial hair so...

Din. Again. Needs a stepmom for his kid. Or at least a babysitter. I just read this beautiful, heartbreaking unfinished fic about a girl who does that. He picks her up and takes her with him and they fall in love. He shows her his face, but it doesn't feel like wish fulfillment, you know? In the fic, it's basically mandalorian marriage. And there's this whole thing about how "to know is to love" and it's beautiful. I'm horny for Mando, but Din in that fic is probably the reason I feel my heart swell and get a lump in my throat when I think about him.

That's all of them I've seen so far. I plan on watching everything you've been in. I think Ezra is my favorite character of yours, Oberyn is the sexiest, and Javier Peña is the one I'd be most likely to ruin my life for. I'd run away with Mando in a heartbeat too, though. What do you think about your characters? If you knew these people in real life, how would you react to each one?

Have a good night, my dear dear friend.

G.

[groundcontrol21]

here to provide extra distraction: if you had to choose, what’s your favourite piece of musketeers media? book, bbc series, something else? favourite depiction of aramis?

Gahhhh thank you for this opportunity to gush!! Particularly as it turns out I am allergic to my migraine meds (which have worked), but now I’m trying peel off my skin 🙃 So distractions ahoy! Thank you!

Ahem, so...

So my top two pieces of media are, no surprise, the book and the BBC show, but for entirely different reasons. So let’s explore.

Book: It’s hilarious. There’s a real tone of irony/sarcasm that isn’t really present in any* other adaptations that I’ve seen. Like D’Artagnan makes it his mission to join these Musketeers, who really just do fuck-all all day until he comes to shake things up. They seem clinically in-capable of not getting into bar fights. They literally have breakfast in a place under siege to get some money and privacy and think it’s the best idea ever. Brain cells? Never. All of the characters aren’t very likeable as real-life humans, but they are my loveable, over dramatic (each in their own ways) bastards. And that’s where a lot of the humor comes from, but there are moments in the book where I was even moved to tears. Dumas, what a writer you are.

*the 1978 musical comes the closest to getting the Vibe and Dynamic right, imo. Just guys being dudes who fuck around and make fun of each other and are hotheaded and duel.

TV show: has my whole heart. It’s practically fanfiction of the book bc it really doesn’t follow it too closely at all. The characters are there and recognizeable, but have been upgraded to actually be likeable in their own rights, which is why a lot of my writing tends to skew towards the show with book bits included. They also have a very OT4 platonic life-buds dynamic, found-family, whatever you call it that my ace heart just ADORES. Also they do the women a bit less dirty (and I would like Constance to be my wife pls, you abandoned your husband once just do it again).

Now for the meat of the question: Favorite Aramis portrayal.

TV show hands down. TV show Aramis has allll the makings of true Blorbo material for me: Catholic guilt, a tragic backstory that just keeps unraveling, a complicated relationship with love, a pretty face, reckless in the face of danger, a real Sad Pagliacci hides-the-hurt-behind-a-joke vibe. In short, all the things that make him primed to get whammed over the head with various hurts and illnesses by yours truly. Also, in part bc the writing of the show has some... faults, and yet has a lot of ideas that could be GREAT if they were expanded on, this characterization of Aramis just lends itself absolutely fantastically to fanfic/character exploration. Which is 100% my jam.

BUT I do love book!Aramis... how dramatic he is. How he goes like 2 weeks without getting a letter from his lady and he’s like “there’s no happiness in this world, no love, no joy” and then gets a letter back and is like “omg guys come drink and celebrate I love you I love friendship!” Because I am also that dramatic after a minor inconvenience. He’s also a bit more, I guess the word would be Macchiavellian? And a bit more of a bastard in general, as they all are. I love him, but I have far more tender feelings toward show!Aramis. Hence I like to write show!Aramis with the choice bits plucked from the book.

Also honorable mention to musical!Aramis and the damn handkerchief sniffing. Stop it. This version also does a great job at capturing Aramis as the foppish pretty boy he is in the books, that the show doesn’t have. 

[ask-oni-blood]

"Let me tell you a story, a little something from outside the void,"

(oooo look music, music for the post, ooooooo)

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"Let me tell you something, a tale I suppose..."

Oni sits down on the pitch white ground, and does her best to cross her legs.

"There once was a man, named... M. Yeah, M. And he had a lot of learning to do -was annoying, yeah?- and so he was roaming the Earth in an attempt to learn something to put in that empty skull of his."

"So's one day, M, this young man with an unfortunate amount of braincells, comes upon some village. I don't know the name -it was probably something average- but he finds it pretty homely and decides that if he is to learn something for being so damned annoying, he might as well start there."

"M skids down from the hill he spotted the town on, and just struts on in. He had to be a little bit sneaky -see, I forgot to mention something- since M wasn't quite the regular man. I'll answer why in a bit."

"So anyways, M starts trying to blend in, and while trying to find somewhere to blend in, a young woman takes him into her inn. Her name is Rose. She makes him a delicious pie, and let's him stay in the inn just on kindness alone. Nice woman right?"

"And every day M wakes up to a pie cooling on the windowsill, and Rose keeping up with the work. Pretty soon, lover boy is head-over-heels for her -not to mention that helping out with her work is a good way to mesh with the town AND pay Rose back for her kindness- so he starts trying to win her heart."

"It's not the easiest thing in the world, but it wasn't impossible either. Rose would allow him into her life on the condition that he didn't mess around in her kitchen. A real... 'sacred space'..."

"M actually started developing a brain at this point so he listened to her to a T. Never messed around in that kitchen. Never. But other folk did get close to it -against Rose's wishes- and M had made a faulty error."

"After answering the deputy's questions about the latest missing case, M had himself quite drained and went around looking for his wife. Calling out to her, he found no answer."

"But... He did hear a plea for help in the kitchen."

"Against his better judgement, he walked in, calling Rose's name out of concern. His wife was in there, to his credit, but she needed no help."

"Her latest victim was soon to be made into a delicious meat pie: a regularly served and well-liked meal. Rose's husband had just walked in on the crime scene. 'What to do with him?' she probably pondered."

"M wasn't no normal man. Hell, he wasn't normal at all. M was annoying. So annoying, in fact, that his father -the now-retired king of demons- kicked his ass out of Hell in hopes that there'd be something to learn in somewhere that wasn't around his family. M put on a good show, but right now was the perfect time to show his true colors: else his mistake bite him in the ass."

“He took a now-clawed and blackened hand and -once again- beckoned his love to join him outside of the kitchen. Whether it was in amazement or relief, she dropped the knife in a conveniently lethal-to-her-victim location and joined her suddenly lanky and pointy-eared, yellow snake-eyed husband to go relax in the living room. A demon and his cannibal wife, a surprisingly well-made match.”

“Where did I hear this story? Not anywhere important.”

“Just a tale I picked up from nowhere good.”

[multi-fandom-insanity]

Just a quick post to let you know that I am never over how much Bartolomeo D'alviano loves his wife

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Zoeller Classic

Featuring American golfer, Frank Urban "Fuzzy" Zoeller

A few years ago I was lucky enough to have be in the town of Sellersburg , IN attending a charity golf event and I got lucky enough to be paired with of my favorite professional golfer, Fuzzy Zoeller. He had a big personality and the game to match, entertaining us with one-liners and 9-irons to within a foot of the pin. Fuzzy was a sexy man for his age of 67, a real daddy type and had the cutest pudgy beer belly that hung over his belt. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him as I fawned all over him unmercifully. I even joked, "I'd love to take his 9-iron."

He laughed and said that his wife wouldn't appreciate that as we both chuckled and proceeded to finish the course.  

After the golf outing and a reception in the clubhouse, we were in the locker room where I tried to take a peak but he was hiding pretty well, so I just stared at the wall. We were alone at the time when suddenly, Fuzzy turns to me, and says "Is this the 9-iron you wanted earlier?"  

As he turns to me exposing his hardening uncut dick. I fumbled for words, knowing he has a wife and kids, but we all know that does not mean a thing. Besides, I wasn't expecting anything to happen.

"Fuzzy, what are you asking me?"

"You asked for it, now is your opportunity." He said standing there with a half hard on sticking out in front of me.

I grabbed and started to pull the foreskin back, and he said, "No, use your mouth, not your hands."

Quickly, my moist lips touched the big head of his dick. I tongued his foreskin and choked his fat cock all the way down my throat as the old man moaned. He wanted it just as I DID. I swallowed about a third of his pecker and couldn’t take any more of his long thick piece of man meat. It tasted delicious as I slowly run my tongue up and down the shaft of his old pecker. And as married men are inclined to do, he started hunching my mouth as though he was fucking his wife.

“Hell, that feels wonderful.” He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his huge, weathered hands. My mouth was all the way down Fuzzy's cock as he pushed me against the locker. I was gagging on his cock, but I was in heaven. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as the old man repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out.

“Damn, this is hot! Shit your mouth is better than fucking my old lady!”” Fuzzy called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster.

All of a sudden someone entered the locker room! We quickly act like we were dressing when Fuzzy said we could finish this later at his hotel. It didn’t take long before we both went back to his hotel room and found ourselves naked. I asked him if he’d been with a man before, and he told me "no." I told him he was in for a treat.

I laid him down on the bed and climbed on top of him rubbing my chest along his dick. I kissed and sucked on his nipples before kissing up to his mouth. He kissed me hesitantly at first then dove right in as began by stroking his cock. His tongue explored my mouth and I submitted to him. He ran his hands along my body to my ass and squeezed it and kneaded it firmly running fingers under the silk cord to tickle my hole.

Eventually, I kissed my way down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner. He started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock and kissed him some more.

"Does your wife ever suck you like that?" I asked. He said she hadn’t, and I said she was missing out then.

"Your wife ever let you fuck her in the ass?" He also said no to that, so I rolled off him and grabbed some I always keep with me.

I put a little on my hole and put a thin coating on his cock from the head to his balls. I stroked him for a minute before he told me to get on my back. I did and held my legs up and back for him. Fuzzy rubbed the head of his cock around my ass hole then pressed firmly in. It stretched me and slipped past my opening and most of his  8 inches quickly followed. I gasped loudly, so loudly that I’m sure people in the next room could have heard. Looking scared, he apologized and asked me, "Are you okay?"

"You can fuck me as hard as you want Fuzzy."

Hearing that, Fuzzy took control, putting his arms under my legs so he could hold them back as he started to fuck me. He was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving. He pumped that hard dick into me faster making a slapping sound as his hips met my ass. I rolled my head and shoulders up so I could see his cock sliding in and out of me. The feeling was awesome. Being used by a guy that was fucking me with so much energy and desire and need. He didn't say a word he just pounded my ass hole with his cock.

My eyes kept rolling back into my head with pleasure and I had to force my self to focus to watch him fucking me.

"Oh God you're so fucking big! YESYESYES! Fuck me damn it FUCK ME! Damn it, fuck my hole! Own it!"

I was doing what little I could to fuck back from my position. He kept fucking me hard and deep making me scream out. I quit make any sense and just made loud groaning noises grunting with each thrust into me.

Fuzzy's rhythm became erratic. I knew he was getting close, and I didn’t want to stop him, so I didn’t say a word about pulling out. Having only had sex with his wife for all those years, he didn’t think of it either. Soon he was filling my ass with ropes of cum, and I felt it filling me up. He fell on top of me, exhausted.

Apparently, I had came on my own stomach, but hadn't noticed while he going though his orgasm. He lowered himself enough that we could kiss and he stared at me while he continued to fuck me. "Damn, that was better then any pussy I have ever fucked."

I smiled and said, " You can have me anytime you want."

[baoshan-sanren]

Hi...how are you? If you don't mind me asking what is your top 5 fav danmei novels (until now)? And why? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

jfhdkhgfdjhdjks I JUST finished Peerless so that’s going first on my list bc I am weak and I WANT MORE

Peerless (无双) by Meng Xi Shi - (jjwxc link) (chapters 1-187) (extras 1-4) (not explicit) I am fckn IN LOVE with this novel. Feng Xiao and Cui Buqu are the most brilliant fucking morons I’ve ever met in my life. This is a slow build of all the slow builds, murder, intrigue, so much stupidity, court dramas, martial arts fights, levels of arrogance that would make even Yan Wushi shake his head (who does show up in a tiny little cameo in one of the chapters). The book is split up in five arcs that allow for a pause in between, if you find 190+ chapters to be too much for a continuous read through, but I would have flown through them in a space of a few days, if life hadn’t turned upside down on me. Now that I’m finally done, I miss these morons more than I’ve ever missed two fictional characters. This novel will def end up in my top five for a long time.

The Wife is First (妻为上) by Lu Ye Qian He - (jjwxc link) (chapters 1-5) (chapters 6-85 ongoing) (explicit) This is still, by far, the most feel-good danmei I’ve ever read. Jing Shao dies, then gets to relive his life all over again from the night of his wedding to Jun Qing. The beginning may be rough for some readers bc Jing Shao, despite getting another chance at life, has nonetheless arrived too late to prevent his first offense against the man he married (can you hear me screaming about hurt/comfort!). But from that point on, he is determined to do things differently, so the story that had been one of misery in his previous life, turns into one of love and devotion (and some very satisfying court scheming) in this one. It is an extremely satisfying read, and the relationship between the two mains, despite its rough start, is so goddamn lovely, I can’t recommend it enough. 

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System (人渣反派自救系统) by Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù - (physical novel purchase link) (chapters 1-80) (extras 80-98) (chapters 1-53 ongoing) (explicit) Yeah, this is my baby. I’ll admit off the bat I’ve read svsss at least ten times, which is five times more than either tgcf or mdzs. It’s hilarious, frustrating, insightful, feral, infuriating, and pretty fucking amazing, all at once, and all of it overlapping. I’ve written essays upon essays about mxtx’s creative choices in this novel, most of which will never see the light of day. This damn thing is so ridiculously rough on the surface, but svsss, for me, is like a damn onion, and every time I read it, I peel more layers off and find something else new underneath. I fucking love this damn novel, and you will only pry it from my cold dead hands. 

Lord Seventh (七爷) by Priest - (jjwxc link) (chapters 1-5) (chapters 6-7) (chapters 8-32) (chapters 33-76) (extras 1-3) (semi-explicit?) It’s kind of a crime that this is the only Priest novel on this list, but if I can only list five, I’m gonna try and not double up on authors. Highly, highly, recommend this, especially to people who plan to read Faraway Wanderers. Zhou ZiShu’s background doesn’t take up a large part of the story, but the environment in which he thrived at court tells you much more about him as a person than the first fifty chapters of tyk do (and in much more stark terms). Jing Beiyuan is an absolute fucking delight, a man who had reincarnated multiple times, but managed to keep all of his memories of his previous (pretty terrible) lives. His sense of humor is therefore honed to the nth degree, and he is simultaneously a giant gremlin who takes nothing and no one seriously, but is also utterly done with everyone’s shit. Basically a story about being destined to forever be entangled with another person, and then deliberately choosing not to be. I love this goddamn novel to pieces. 

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (二哈和他的白猫师尊) by Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat - (jjwxc link) (chapters 1-4) (chapters 5-149 ongoing) (heavily explicit) This fucking novel haunts me. It’s been over a year since I’ve read it, and I still sometimes lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering about the nature of life, love, forgiveness, and redemption (and then I curse Meatbun to high heaven). I once described reading 2ha as being stuffed feet-first into a wood-chipper for 200 out of 300+ chapters, and I still hold to that description. But this is, hands down, one of the most hauntingly beautiful novels I’ve ever read. To anyone who intends to read it, I highly recommend checking out a detailed list of content warnings first, buying three boxes of tissues, and being ready to have your life ruined for good. 

Once again, I ask those who are willing and able, to buy the original novels and support the authors. (jjwxc buying guide for english-speakers here)