#hmm... let's take another look at my favourite characters. (just not too close a look.

[krenenbaker]

Ikepri Opinions - Sariel's route (Romantic)

Well, I finished it. I'm finished with Sariel's Romantic route, so I'm finally making an individual post to SCREAM about this man.

It was INTENSE. It BROKE me, then it made me whole once more (in a very different way than the other aspects of his route, though it's also accurate to say those destroyed me as well. I'm so similar to how Belle is written in his route, too... so I felt especially connected / drawn into what happened.)

The good and the bad, the softness and the cruelty, the light and the dark... everything in Sariel's route slowly snaked its way around my very being. I do think Auburn was right... I believe I've found him, my dearest man ♥

And gosh, the language in this story?? Absolutely GORGEOUS. I've added some of my favourite lines - both the beautiful and amusing - below ^_^ (they're out of context, but still, spoiler warning if you continue). Under the cut are the most spoiler-y things and lines from the Romantic epilogue, as well as my opinions on the events of the story, so... yeah. I've italicized my absolute faves :)

SPOILER WARNING!

Once upon a time, or so the story goes...

In every story I'd ever read, taking a devil by the hand and agreeing to his terms meant losing one's soul forever. Once you'd accepted whatever the devil offered you, you were doomed.

Sariel: Goodness me, did I accidentally speak my mind? I can't imagine how that happened.

Nokto: You're getting more and more Sariel-esque by the day.

Yves: Would you two stop with the over-apologizing already! (this one I will give a little context - it was directed to Keith and Emma. I also relate to this INTENSELY.)

He hadn't just stood up to them — he'd countered them with a violence far exceeding their own, turning predators into prey.

It's a longing... a desire to be there for you, to support you and keep you grounded.

There's no point thinking about what-ifs or maybes. They don't actually help anyone. All I can do is accept the reality I'm faced with, whether it's good or bad, kind or cruel.

Sariel: Once something is lost, there is no bringing it back.

Rio: Instead she went and threw herself into her work, obsessively determined to do anything and everything. (me fr, haha...)

Jin: Your apprentice is a terrifying woman. She's terrifying and brilliant, and as her master, I bet you know what she's planning next, right?

A gloved hand reached towards the woman, and her lips parted, but her scream caught in her throat, forever unvoiced.

I wanted to know the real you. I wanted to get past everything you were using to push me away, and get close to the man you are, deep inside.

Silvio: So go vanish somewhere else.

Silvio: Let me explain this in a way even a peace freak like you can understand.

That wasn't me signing a deal with the devil - that was the devil signing a deal with me.

it looked for all the world as if he [was] about to sacrifice himself in the fires of hell.

It wasn't a deal at all — it was a gentle promise, given to a dying king, a promise so pure and noble it made me want to cry.

Yves: Even I can tell that you're planning something, even if I don't know what. And I get it, but— Why are you and Sariel both so determined to rush headlong into these things all by yourselves! (ME FR ^^;)

Sariel: In all other matters, you are a brilliant woman, but I am somewhat concerned by your choice to stay with me.

The only people who knew that for certain were the man who'd eradicated him, and the man who'd banished him, knowing it would happen.

Sariel: So tell me, do you have what it takes to go on dancing with the devil, now and forevermore?

Yves: And ever since Emma officially became Sariel's apprentice, it's almost like there's two Sariels in the palace.

Sariel: I've grown quite fond of tea since you started brewing it for me while we're working.

His hair was slightly damp, and he smelled of the same soap I'd used earlier, and suddenly I was imagining how he might have looked washing himself with it.

Okay, now for my THOUGHTS. First off... OH MY GOODNESS. The tension - intrapersonally, interpersonally, nationally, and internationally is so deliciously palpable and so strong. The fact that multiple people were so near to being executed or dying in other ways, the amount of national unrest, and the legitimate, imminent risk of Rhodolite simply no longer existing due to multiple foreign powers... that's good stuff, there! And the acknowledgement of other, distant countries??? OH HELL YEAH!!!

I also related HEAVILY with Belle/Emma in this route (and Sariel himself, in many, many ways, too). I was following a walkthrough, but every choice with the exception of maybe one or two is exactly how I would approach each situation. Even much of the phrasing is how I often speak... it was honestly a little eerie!

And I agree with the choice of king, considering how the issues surrounding the kingdom resolved. I believe that that choice will lead to prosperity for Rhodolite, and the surrounding nations. And the fact that summits are planned for the future between Rhodolite and its neighbours is a FANTASTIC thing! I also am so glad that there's now a new minister in the palace... especially one that's been trained so well! ^w^

I also appreciate how there are still things to learn about Sariel by the end of the route - he's familiar but still distant, in the same way that Emma is. It's honestly nice to know that they still have things to learn from one another, and are working together to open up to each other over time. Sariel's relaxed, and helped Emma to relax, too. They've given each other stability and comfort, a sense of belonging and home... a support so they have each other to lean on and share their burdens. They've provided exactly what the other needs, in a quiet way. And I find that extremely comforting, and beautiful in such a deep way.

And outside of the narrative, I just adore Sariel's character. He's polite and well-mannered, but an absolute tease. He's reserved, and clever, and resourceful. He's violent, but gorgeously composed and calculated in his brutality (HIS SCARS, OMGG). He's mysterious, and has grown and shifted, and bettered himself so many different times and different ways. He's strict, but he is so, so kind. Kind to the point of self-destruction. And he's just ethereally beautiful. I truly, honestly, and deeply love him.

I can not believe I've come to the end of his route... I honestly don't want to leave him :( I may just start his route over again immediately and read the Dramatic end, or I may just wait for Keith's route to release, and focus on events until then... I haven't decided yet. But there is one thing I have decided for certain: Sariel Noir is very dear to me ♥

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

A big thanks to @witchybitchybisexual who tagged me in this amazing 30-questions Golden Girls-themed game; I had a *great* time answering these! I look forward to reading everyone's answers (including yours, @witchybitchybisexual!).

I'm hiding all questions after #1 under a cut, because this got long haha!

1. How did you find out about the show?

Via another show I love -- Good Omens! Or, actually, via the amazing book that inspired it. One of the main characters, the demon Crowley, is a big fan of The Golden Girls; there's a great scene in which the forces of hell hijack one of Rose's monologues to send him a message while he's watching the show! I was in need of something new to watch at the time, and I figured if Crowley liked it so much, it was at least worth checking out. :)

2. One storyline you’d eliminate?

Hmm... probably Miles' witness protection program storyline? I don't mind it that much (it gave us some fun jokes and some memorable scenes!), but I feel like that was a turning point in Miles' character, and I just don't like the person he became after that turning point.

There was no question 3 here, so I made up my own! Hope that's not an issue :)

3. Best guest star/character?

Lynnie Greene takes the cake as the best guest star, for sure. I adore her and she played a phenomenal young!Dorothy. The second place goes to Dick Van Dyke, just because I love him in general!

As for the best guest character, I think the honour goes to Angela, Sophia's sister! She's absolutely hilarious and her comedic chemistry with Sophia is stellar. I also have to mention John Neretti from S6E23 What A Difference A Date Makes for being the best man in the series imho.

4. Character you most relate to?

Dorothy! My personality nowadays is a bit of a mix between Dorothy and Rose, I feel, but the Dorothy side is prevalent (and it was even more prevalent a few years back). I love reading and literature (and I enjoy learning about history, although I don't have her passion for it); I share her love for teaching (although I'm not a teacher); I was a great student in school, but not a popular kid at all; I'm level-headed and responsible, but I can be impulsive under the right circumstances; I'm very protective of the people I love; I'm Italian and was brought up a Catholic; I'm often the tallest girl in the room (I'm just a bit shorter than Bea Arthur was!) and I'm not attractive (not that Dorothy isn't -- but she is perceived as unattractive in the show), so I also understand her self-esteem issues fairly well.

I'm not as quick-witted as she is, unfortunately, and nowadays my outlook on life is more positive and easy-going than hers, but she's still the one I relate to the most.

5. Favourite character?

Blanche, although the other Girls are very, very close. I adore them all and I especially love to see them interact, but if I have to pick one, then it's Blanche. She's the one who surprised me the most! At the start of the show I kind of wrote her off as 'the man-crazy one', and that's as far removed from me as possible, so I didn't really focus much on her at the beginning. Then came S1E4 The Transplant, and then came her family issues, and then came all her memories of George, and before I knew it I was head-over-heels in love with her. Rue was masterful in how subtly she played her; she showed Blanche's depth as a character little by little, letting the audience peek behind the mask only for moments at a time, so when I realized I hadn't given her the attention she deserved, I was already in too deep.

6. Favourite story of a cast member?

Oh, so many good ones to choose from! The first one that comes to mind is Bea's anecdote about the time she was Tallulah Bankhead's understudy. The awe with which she describes her coming down the stairs is palpable -- but I mostly admire how she took Bankhead's mean comment and turned it into motivation. And Bea did get her 'coming down the stairs to thunderous applause' moment (more than once!), so her vow came true!

A fun one that involves all four main actresses is this blooper related to Blanche's Christmas gift to the girls, the 'The Men Of Blanche's Boudoir' calendar. Watching all of them lose their marbles over this prank is priceless -- it always puts a big smile on my face!

(Is this what you meant by this question? I wasn't sure!)

7. Which was the episode that got you hooked?

The pilot, lmao. It might be a cheesy answer, but it's true! I was immediately hooked from S1E1 scene one. Dorothy's incredible entrance got me.

8. You could wear one girl’s wardrobe for the rest of your life, who would you pick?

It's a toss-up between Blanche's and Dorothy's.

9. How many kids do you think they all actually had?

... this ask made me realize there are doubts about this, lmao. I've never done the math! Had to go check on wikipedia 😂

As far as I can tell, it's fairly set in stone that Rose had five children, of which we meet two (Kirsten, with two different faces 😂, and Brigit, who I assume is her youngest one).

It also seems reasonably certain that Dorothy had two kids -- Kate and Michael. I will say I've always thought Kate was much younger than she should have been in her appearances on the show, considering Dorothy was pregnant with her when she married, but maybe she just looked much younger than she actually was, I don't know.

Blanche is more complicated. We see both of her daughters, Janet and Rebecca, and in S3E3 Bringing Up Baby she mentions three sons, Matthew (also known as 'Skippy'), Doug, and Biff. In that same episode, though, she also says she's had four kids! I get where the disconnect comes from, haha. To be precise, her quote is:

"I have had four kids, I have never had a Mercedes."

This is just off the top of my head, but I wonder if she means 'I have had' in the sense of 'I have given birth to' here? This would imply one of her children is actually adopted (which is very interesting to think about!!). Since she directly mentions her three sons after this quote, I suppose our suspects are Janet and Becky. I'll have to give this some more thought, though -- for now my answer is that Blanche has five kids, and that 'four' is a continuity error on the writers' part.

10. Do you think the actresses would’ve gotten along with their characters if they met in real life? Why/Why not?

Interesting question! I think so, yes.

Dorothy and Bea seem fairly similar already -- as far as I know Bea was a big sweetheart, a private, gentle person, and Dorothy's a big sweetheart too. Plus I feel like Dorothy would have been respectful of Bea's introverted nature, and Bea would have been understanding and accepting of Dorothy's personal history (not to mention, she wouldn't have mocked her for not dating/for her appearance).

In all the interviews I've seen, Estelle seems very respectful and very fond of old people in general -- I think she'd find Sophia a riot! I seem to remember a clip in which she actually says she likes Sophia, so I feel pretty secure in stating they'd get along.

There's this famous quote by Rue in which she essentially says that she's similar to Blanche in everything but the fact that she's not from Atlanta 😂 so I feel justified in assuming they would have had fun with each other! Rue's stated that she felt an immediate connection to Blanche as a character, and that playing Blanche helped her gain more self-esteem and confidence, so I think meeting her in person would have had a similar effect! And Rue (being a very open, honest, compassionate person) might have helped Blanche drop her mask a little bit.

The only one I have an inkling of doubt about is Betty -- mostly because she'd run circles around Rose! But ultimately I think any 'mocking' would be gentle and affectionate, much like the Girls' jokes in the show. I think they would have liked each other -- and they could have bonded on their common love for animals alone!

11. What are your other comfort shows?

Apart from the aforementioned Good Omens, I'm also very fond of Only Murders In The Building, a really fun show about solving murders and found family that I wholeheartedly recommend. Derry Girls is another recent favourite. Oh, if you like cartoons too, I recommend Steven Universe, Hilda, and Avatar: The Last Airbender.

12. Headcanons? (Feel free to list as many as you’d like)

Oh, my god. I have so many and I'm for sure going to forget some. Let's see...

I've already said some time ago that in my mind Dorothy drives stick shift. Reasoning for this is that Italians (including yours truly, haha!) drive stick shift, and she's of Italian descent, so... she knows how to drive an automatic car, she just learned how to drive on a stick shift one (and in the streets of Brooklyn, no less!). Still on Dorothy: I think she has a very neat handwriting (she feels like the type of person who consciously decided to improve her handwriting at some point in her life), but she's prone to leaving ink stains on the page (and on her hands!!), especially when she's writing in a hurry.

Rose is really strong! Physically strong, I mean. I know she was a housewife for most of her life, but she was a farm girl first! Farming takes a lot of physical resilience, and that's the kind of strength that stays with you, I think. She's the one who lifts up the furniture when they clean (S2E12 The Sisters), and I don't think they'd let her do that if she couldn't handle it. Plus, remember that time she broke a whole ceramic cup with one bare hand (in S7E19 A Midwinter Night's Dream)? Yeah. I also subscribe to some mutuals' hc that she's autistic (although they'll be able to comment on it much better than I can, if they want to!).

Regarding Blanche, I really enjoy @\eeblouissant's hc that she has a permanent tan! She's from the South, she's lived near the coast for ages, *and* she's expressed an appreciation for sunbathing in the show, so it makes perfect sense to me. Also: she's a cover hog! In the show Rose is the one who admits to stealing the covers (in S2E5 Isn't It Romantic?, iirc), but I like to think Blanche is the worst offender. It's a good way to complete the Girls' trifecta of sleeping annoyances (Dorothy snores, Rose sleeptalks, Blanche steals the covers!), and I think it's thematically appropriate for her -- considering her Southern origin, I think she's more sensitive to the cold than Dorothy and Rose are, and she's always looking for affection, so...

Oh, regarding their sexuality: I don't have a marked preference for any of them, but I tend to think of Blanche as a bisexual with a lot of internalized homophobia. Rose is also bi, and somewhere on the asexual spectrum (and I have textual evidence for this!). @\hecatesbroom has completely convinced me to read Dorothy as a repressed lesbian, but I'm fine with people considering her bisexual too. I prefer queer interpretations of all of them, but I'm honestly fine with any take, as long as the strong (platonic or romantic) bond between them is preserved.

Most of my headcanons on Sophia are just traits borrowed from my grandmothers -- for example, I like to think that she started getting into gardening once she moved in with the Girls, and she's really gifted at it (like my grandma!).

13. What would you change (if anything) about the show/ characters if it was set in the modern day?

This is a really hard question to answer properly, because while the show is still very relevant to the present day, some aspects are so grounded in their time that a lot of things don't make as much sense when transposed into the future. For example -- would Dorothy end up marrying Stanley and staying married to him for 38 years if he'd gotten her pregnant in the 90s? Single mothers weren't exactly celebrated back then either (Madonna's Papa Don't Preach is from 1986), but they still had it much better than they did back in the 40s-50s -- and divorce has become much more accessible (and socially acceptable) in the past few decades. Would she have left him earlier? Would she have married him at all?

And what about Sophia? Being an Italian immigrant in the 50s seems different from being an Italian immigrant in the 20s -- there was a whole World War between the two, for starters. Would she still emigrate to the US? Would she even emigrate at all? How would she have survived the fascist regime in Italy?

Blanche and Rose are perhaps less grounded in their time. St Olaf is so absurd it might as well be the exact same in the present day (and dying in childbirth is unfortunately still too common, so it's not strange to think that Rose would be an orphan in any case), and considering how some people still think and behave nowadays, Blanche's biography and opinions seem plausible even when transposed 30-40 years into the future (at least to me). But still -- many of the issues they deal with were grounded in their time. Take Rose's AIDS scare: would she react in the same way in the present day, knowing that care for HIV patients has progressed so much?

To be fair, apart from all these questions, all of the Girls are still plausible (and relatable) characters from a modern POV; but society has changed a lot in the past 30-40 years, and I think a groundbreaking, socially advanced show like Golden Girls would necessarily have to change as a consequence. It's just in the spirit of the show! The core idea of four women sharing a life is still a perfect premise, but the problems the Girls face, their careers, their economic stability, their ideas on love and relationships -- there's a lot that could be different when transposed to the present day! I feel like this question requires much more space, time, and analysis to be answered properly.

One thing I like to think is that at least some of the Girls might have been explicitly queer if the show was set in the present day! Which opens up a lot of avenues for plot-lines and relationships :)

14. Which other Fictional Characters would you like each one of the golden girls to meet?

I have a storyboard in my notes for a little comic in which the Girls travel to England and meet Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens, so them, definitely 😂

Also, the Derry Girls! Check out this great crossover fic on Ao3 -- the chaotic energy is just off the charts, I love it.

15. Who were your favourite duo?

Oh, I can't choose. Any duo within the Girls. Their 1:1 interactions are all amazing, there's no way I can pick just one. I love the bond between Dorothy and Sophia, I love Dorothy and Blanche's chemistry, I love how fun and silly Blanche and Rose get to be together, I love the ironclad trust between Dorothy and Rose, I love Blanche and Sophia's love-(fake) hate friendship, I love the way Sophia hides her immense affection for Rose under a veil of humour and the way Rose sees right through it. I could write an essay on each pair of them.

15. Who should’ve got more 1:1 screen time with each other?

I'm pretty happy with the amount of 1:1 time each pair of Girls got with each other, actually! One of the strengths of the show imho is how well-balanced the interactions between the main cast are. If I really have to nitpick, I think I might have liked a couple of episodes specifically on Dorothy and Rose in the last couple of seasons; it feels like they interacted 1:1 less after S5, but that might just be me.

I also think the Girls' interactions with secondary characters and guests were well-balanced, in general; I can't think of any specific example where I wished for one of the Girls to have more interactions with a certain character.

... okay, there is one instance, but it's not really a matter of screen time, more of what happened during said screen time. I really, really wanted to see Blanche (with Rose as support) tear into Stan. I think we deserved a scene where she tells him off for the way he treats Dorothy -- she's already pretty caustic in the show when it comes to him (except in S6, for some reason...), and a proper confrontation would have been glorious.

16. Calmest season?

Is there one? 😂 the first season, I guess? It feels a bit more 'domestic' and contained in scope, likely because it was the first -- but it's still a wild ride!!

17. Most chaotic season?

Season 3, for sure. It's a bit all over the place, and it contains some of the wildest premises in the whole series -- I mean, Bringing Up Baby? Letter to Gorbachev? Mister Terrific? I could go on -- there's lots of chaotic episodes in there! (Just to be clear: I love the chaos! S3 is not my favourite season, but it's still great -- and it's got some amazing episodes!)

18. Favorite Season?

I think the honour goes to season 5! It would probably be S6, if not for the whole 'Dorothy falls back in love with Stan' plot line. S7 is the one that contains the highest count of favourite episodes for me, but I think S5 is stronger as a whole, and it's got some true gems.

19. If the girls hadn’t had their established careers, what other ones could you picture them doing?

Oh, let's see! Stan mentions Dorothy always wanted to open an antique shop back in S1E11 The Return of Dorothy's Ex, and I think that really fits her. I can also see her as a (very passionate) librarian! And, of course, she'd be great as a college professor / history researcher.

Despite the Girls' lack of confidence in her ability to keep things alive, I think with proper training Rose would work well as a nurse. She already volunteers for the hospital, she can be competent when given the chance, she's a giving person, and she loves taking care of people, so I think she at least has the right attitude for it -- although I'd never place her in a stressful unit, especially at the start of the show! Apart from this, anything to do with animals, of course -- a zoo, a farm, a pet shop, she'd excel in all of them!

I can see Blanche thriving as a trophy wife, haha 😂 but that's not properly a career, so it's not a valid answer. Taking her keen artistic eye into account, I think she'd be great as a designer -- either a fashion designer, or an interior decorator. She also showed some talent and interest in psychology during the series, although I'm not sure she'd manage to remain completely professional as a psychologist. 😅

As for Sophia, I think she'd do well in any position that allows her to be a motivator! She's great at encouraging people through a bit of tough love, and she's a very driven person herself -- so I think she'd do well as a manager of sorts, although the kind of manager that still works hands-on too. I believe she'd manage to hold her own in more or less any field; she's very adaptable! I do think she's at her best in a kitchen, though.

20. Best aspects of the show in your opinion?

There's a lot! The writing, the performances, the costume department, it was all exceptional. I think the best aspect to me is the premise, and how seriously they took it! The idea of a show centered on four older women living together is groundbreaking, especially since it didn't make a mockery of them -- the Girls are serious, well-rounded characters, with full lives, written with lots of love and respect. I think this show really convinced me that life isn't over once you hit 30, and that there's plenty to look forward to as you age! A lot of people my age are terrified of growing older, and here I am, eager to see what's coming next -- and I owe at least some of this attitude to this show. I'm really grateful!

21. (This question is for my fellow cheesecake lovers) favourite cheesecake flavour?

:) Great question! I love cheesecakes in general, but I'm especially partial to raspberry cheesecakes.

22. Storyline you wished they had expanded upon?

The show has an unfortunate tendency to introduce characters and then forget about them, which allowed for more variety in the stories they chose to tell, but I would have liked to see some of the Girls' relatives and friends return! Like, I don't know -- Jean, for example, or Blanche's nephew from back in S1. Some of the guests' arcs are complete within their episode (as happens eg for Lily, Rose's sister), but others remained a bit 'in the air', and I think it would have been nice to see them again.

Oh, and also -- I would have liked some little references to the Girls' issues and problems outside of the episodes they're tackled in! References to Blanche's pacemaker, for example, or to Rose's addiction, or to Dorothy's CFS (or her hearing aid!!). I understand that the time was limited, but even a small callback or two would have been nice!

23. Questions you’d ask the actresses?

Does 'will you marry me' count? 😭

I'm not sure -- knowing me, I'd probably be unable to utter a word in their presence! Rather than ask questions, I think I'd just thank them for bringing such an incredible, wonderful show to life. It wouldn't have been the same without them.

24. Episode that brings you the most comfort?

Most of them, really. Even the sad ones; I hear the first few notes of the opening theme and my spirits are already lifted. I can pick one per season, if that's alright:

S1E25 The Way We Met

S2E17 Bedtime Story

S3E3 Bringing Up Baby

S4E4 Yokel Hero

S5E23 The Mangiacavallo Curse Makes a Lousy Wedding Present

S6E26 Henny Penny -- Straight, No Chaser

S7E23/24 Home Again, Rose

But honestly there's so many more I could mention! I just love these ladies so much and I love to watch them in situations, haha.

25. Episode that made you laugh the hardest?

This is a cruel choice! Golden Girls is infamous in my house as 'the show that makes the-eclectic-wonderer howl with laughter', and I think that speaks for itself 😂

Let me pick at least three: S2E4 It's a Miserable Life, S7E2 The Case of the Libertine Belle, and S7E4 That's For Me To Know.

26. Which other work that the actresses did you enjoy the most?

I believe most of Estelle's career prior to The Golden Girls was in the theater, so I'm not sure it's even possible to watch her other works, unfortunately.

Show me Bea Arthur singing literally anything and I will be on my knees in seconds. Her musical performances are peak. Also -- I still haven't watched Maude, but I already know I'll love it.

Maude includes Rue as well -- I cannot wait to fall in love with her as Vivian too! And I have one of her early movies in my watch list, although I'm waiting for the right moment to watch it (homegirl plays a stripper and I'm not sure I can handle it in company without making a fool of myself, considering my big gay crush on her).

As for Betty -- Life With Elizabeth, absolutely. She's so funny and so beautiful and so captivating in it! She's simply charming, I love her to bits.

27. Best St Olaf Story?

The Great Herring War from S1E25 The Way We Met, no question. It's not necessarily the strongest from a comedy point of view (although it's certainly up there -- it's hilarious!), but the context and the way Dorothy and Blanche contribute to it make it the most memorable one, imho. It's my favourite, for sure.

(The story of Gunilla Bjorndunker, St Olaf's tallest woman, as told in S6E3 If At Last You Do Succeed is in second place).

28. Best slut story?

It changes every time I hear one, lmao! I love all of Blanche's stories!

If I must pick one -- I really enjoy Blanche's retelling of that time she realized she was even more devastating by moonlight in S1E25 The Way We Met, if only for that incredible final line ("It was at that moment I realized my bosoms had the power to make music!"). I'm not sure if it counts, because it's so brief, but her involuntary remembrance of that time she had to call a cab to get home because the sailor she hooked up with wouldn't wake up (S2E17 Bedtime Story) always has me in stitches -- I love how unexpected and effective it is!

Oh, and I'm really fond of the one she tells her mama in S3E25 Mother's Day. I'm very sensitive to the theme of loved ones getting older and having trouble remembering stuff, so that whole flashback hits close to home for me, and I love how Blanche's story helps her and her mama connect over shared memories. It's really touching (and Rue's acting is spectacular).

29. Best Sicily story?

Sophia's alleged encounter with Pablo Picasso, as narrated in S6E24 Never Yell Fire In A Crowded Retirement Home: Part 1. I somehow didn't anticipate the punchline, and I lost my shit when Sophia name-dropped Picasso. I still lose my shit every time I listen to it. It's a classic.

30. Which girl would you be most interested in seeing a prequel of? And at which point in their life?

I would pay dearly for a young!Dorothy show. It might be depressing (because her life with Stan was... well... yikes) but also imagine -- Dorothy learning how to be a mom, her life at college, building herself a life... so many possibilities!!! And it would be even better if it featured some flashbacks to Sophia's life in Sicily!

I would enjoy a show about teenage Blanche's adventures, too, but a part of me thinks those stories are at their best when retold by Blanche herself (ie when there's a good amount of doubt as to their veracity, lmao).

[wiredlyrelatable]

WHAT THE PARTY!! (part-2)

He blushed for a second, giving her a side hug as they were sitting, says,

NIKHIL: ESHA...DUDE! YOU REMEMBER THAT, KEEPING YOUR MEMORY LOSS ASIDE. HOW CUTE!

She hits him on his shoulder after which he says,

NIKHIL: ESHA YESTERDAY AFTER OUR CONVERSATION I REALISED THAT I WAS AN ASSHOLE TO LET YOU LEAVE MY LIFE. NOW PUTTING ALL MY CONFUSION WHICH I HAD BEFORE, ASIDE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I STILL....

ESHA: AH..ONE SECOND! I AM ACTUALLY REALLY HUNGRY. I WILL TAKE FEW MINUTES TO FRESHEN UP AND WILL MAKE SOMETHING IN THE KITCHEN OKAY?

After saying this she ran to the washroom and shut the door behind her when he laughs to himself saying,

NIKHIL: THIS IS SO ESHA. RUNNING AWAY FROM EVERYTHING!

She pulled a new brush out kept near the sink, uses it, washed her face and came out, changed her dress and wore one of his long t-shirt which fit her till her knees, walked to the kitchen and finds NIKHIL having his coffee standing in the balcony there. She finds a packet of bread and eggs there and asks him,

ESHA: ARE YOU OKAY WITH BREAD AND OMELETTE?

NIKHIL: YA THAT WORKS!

She takes the pan and makes everything in a few minutes after which he arrived behind her and takes the plates from her hands, outside, towards the dining table saying,

NIKHIL: YOU MADE IT SO I HAVE TO SERVE IT RIGHT?

Both of them laugh after which he feeds her his bread and says,

NIKHIL: JUST WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU, LIKE THE OLD TIMES.

She doesn't say anything to it after which both of them have their brunch at 1 PM, sit in the hall when he asks,

NIKHIL: LET'S WATCH SOMETHING?

ESHA: AHH..BUT I AM HERE SINCE LAST NIGHT SO MAYBE IT'S BETTER I LEAVE NOW.

NIKHIL: SEE KEVIN AND TANYA HAVE GONE OUT MAYBE ON A DATE SO AFTER SHE COMES BACK HERE TO TAKE HER HAND BAG YOU BOTH CAN LEAVE TOGETHER. WHAT SAY?

ESHA: HMM...OKAY!

NIKHIL: SO OUR ALL TIME FAVOURITE MISMATCHED IS OKAY?

ESHA: OKAY COOL!

Both of them sit on the couch and start the season 1 of the series. They remember their memories as they watched it for the first time in their college days. She remembers how they meet in their college and how infront of the whole class he proposed to her in their second year after getting to know her in the first year. On the other hand, he thinks how he broke up with her in his old house, just because she became a bit busy in her work, her first job after college. He was so angry with her because she was unable to spend time with him so in anger he tried to pull her close to explain her something when she pushed him away from him after which he blocked her from his life like he did from all the apps of his phone which were used to contact people. He coming back to the present asks,

NIKHIL: YOU STILL FIND RISHI THE CUTIEST CHARACTER OF ALL OF THEM RIGHT?

She smiles saying,

ESHA: YA! LIKE YOU WERE AND STILL ARE MAYBE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR NAMRATA'S CHARACTER.

Both of them look at eachother and laugh when he says,

NIKHIL: I LIKED HER THAT MUCH BECAUSE SHE HAD ALL YOUR CHARACTER TRAITS. SHE IS YOUR PHOTO COPY, EXCEPT THAT SHE WAS A QUEER AND YOU ARE NOT.

She laughs and says,

ESHA: HA HA HA! VERY FUNNY!

After saying this as she looks at him he without laughing, coming close to her, on the couch and holding her hands says,

NIKHIL: ESHA! IT'S NOT FUNNY BECAUSE NOW I AM DEAD SURE THAT I REALLY LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE THE....

She stands up and moving away from him says,

ESHA: DON'T COMPLETE IT! I CAN'T HEAR IT AGAIN.

He stands up too and walking towards her says,

NIKHIL: BUT I AM SURE THIS TIME ESHA! LET'S GIVE THIS RELATIONSHIP ANOTHER CHANCE. COME ON!

She starts getting a bit panicky and says,

ESHA: I THINK I SHOULD LEAVE BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE HAPPENS. I WILL ACTUALLY CHANGE AND LEAVE.

The thunder sounds stricks with a few lightning inbetween the clouds and so does the rains start when he says,

NIKHIL: MAYBE THE RAIN GOD WANTS US TO FINISH THIS CONVERSATION.

She getting a bit annoyed and says,

ESHA: NIKHIL PLEASE! IT'S NOT FUNNY. I HAVE A CAR SO I CAN DRIVE.

He stops her from going inside the room to change saying,

NIKHIL: THAT'S NOT SAFE ESHA!

ESHA: WHY DO YOU CARE? I LEFT YOUR HOUSE THAT NIGHT AFTER OUR FIGHT DURING HEAVY RAINS SO I AM FINE WITH IT, OKAY?

NIKHIL: THAT'S WHY I AM NOT LETTING YOU GO THIS TIME.

She trying to move him away from her way saying,

ESHA: NOW IT'S TOO LATE NIKHIL.

NIKHIL: IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO LOVE ESHA.

After saying this as she was trying to move him away, he picks her up and taking her away from the room towards the couch there without listening to her puts her on the couch and holds her hands behind her, when she says,

ESHA: NIKHIL STOP IT! WE ARE NOT KINDS ANYMORE. LET ME GO. LEAVE MY HANDS!

NIKHIL: ESHA I LOVE YOU! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?

ESHA: I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYTHING ANYMORE. GET OFF ME!

NIKHIL: YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO RUNAWAY FROM EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME OKAY?

ESHA: JUST SHUT UP AND FUCK OFF!

He held both her hands under her and held both her cheeks with his hands, made her look into his eyes, kissed her forehead after which he comes close to kiss her lips and as their nose touch eachother, she starts getting scared and breathing heavily, continued saying,

ESHA: NIKHIL I CAN'T DO THIS. I AM NOT ABLE TO BREATH. JUST GO AWAY!

He after hearing that moves away from her when she turns to the other side, starts breathing heavily and to herself says,

ESHA: ESHA IT'S OKAY! IT'S OKAY! CALM DOWN!

He crawls, sits beside her and says,

NIKHIL: I AM SORRY! YOU NEVER USED TO GET PANIC ATTACKS BEFORE RIGHT?

She doesn't say anything when he brings few tissues from the kitchen and starts wiping her sweat saying,

NIKHIL: I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THIS. I AM REALLY SORRY. I WILL DROP YOU HOME IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE NOW.

ESHA: WATER?

He brings a glass of water and as she completes drinking it, she says,

ESHA: I AM FINE! THIS KEEPS HAPPENING TO ME ONCE IN A WHILE.

NIKHIL: FROM WHEN?

ESHA: AHH..ACTUALLY..

NIKHIL: I NEED TO KNOW THIS ESHA PLEASE.

ESHA: THE NEXT MORNING AFTER OUR BREAKUP, MOM AND DAD HAD A HUGE FIGHT AT HOME AFTER WHICH THEY HAVE DECIDED TO DIVORCE EACHOTHER AND THEN WENT BACK TO THEIR RESPECTIVE LIVES, LEAVING ME RIGHT THERE ALL ALONE IN THAT HOUSE FULL OF HAUNTING MEMORIES OF OURS AND THEIR SEPARATION TOO. THEY TILL DATE SEND THEIR RESPECTIVE SHARE OF LOVE IN THE FORM OF POCKET MONEY TO ME SO THAT I SURVIVE ALL ALONE WITHOUT THEIR NEED. OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T HAVE MANY FRIENDS THEN AS YOU ALREADY KNOW SO I TRIED CALLING YOU AND AFTER A FEW CALLS I REALISED THAT I WAS BLOCKED FROM YOUR LIFE SO DIDN'T SHARE THIS WITH ANYONE TILL DATE THAT IS THE REASON THESE ATTACKS KEEP COMING WHEN I AM GENERALLY TOO STRESSED IN RELATIONSHIP MATTERS.

NIKHIL: OH SHIT! FUCK FUCK! I WAS NOT THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED ME THE MOST. AH...I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS.

She puts her hand on his shoulder and says,

ESHA: I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY THIS THAT IS THE REASON I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW ALL THIS.

He looks at her, holds her hands and says,

NIKHIL: YOU WERE WITH ME IN ALL MY WORST DAYS BUT I LIKE AN IDIOT DITCHED YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED ME THE MOST.

ESHA: NIKHIL IT'S OKAY! RELAX! IT'S THE PAST NOW RIGHT?

NIKHIL: I GET IT BUT I WANTED TO BE THERE.

ESHA: I AM FINE NOW! PUT THAT GUILT OF YOURS AWAY NOW.

NIKHIL: OKAY FINE!

ESHA: SO, YOU ARE OKAY NOW?

NIKHIL: MAYBE I SHOULD BE THE ONE ASKING THAT RIGHT?

Both of them look at eachother and laugh after which he asks,

NIKHIL: ICE-CREAM IN THE RAIN?

ESHA: LIKE OLD TIMES. SURE!

Both of them change, sit in his car, pick their ice-cream flavours from a roadside cycle, enjoyed it with, the music, the rain drops on the window, the cool breeze which hit their face, danced in the car with their hand moves, had a lot of conversations, changed their driving seat inbetween and finally in the evening at 7 PM they go back to his place where in the parking lot both of them hug eachother for a minute, after which she walks towards her car to leave when she turning behind asks,

ESHA: ARE YOU UNBLOCKING ME NOW?

He smiles saying,

NIKHIL: DONE IT ALREADY!

Both of them smile and wave a, 'BYE!' to eachother as she drives outside the gate to her place.

[blisschi]

I have two ideas for you, but the 2nd might be a little long since I haven’t gather my thoughts. I’ll send you another ask.

Anyhow, first one: I was hoping to request either interaction or scenarios where Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Xiao (separately) trying to wake their s/o up, but their s/o in their still sleepy state , instead gave them a kiss (maybe say “goodnight” or other sleep talk), and then fall back to sleep. 🥰

Hello! I think that this request is completely adorable!! I hope you can forgive me though.. Because of my ongoing event and in case to not burn out myself again I decided to, for now, write for Diluc and Kaeya only. - As a drabbles though! + Of course you can always request a part two with other characters. I'll be more than happy to write it! (っ˘ω˘ς )

• Time to awaken •

Pairings: Diluc/Kaeya x GN! Reader

Warnings: Hmm.. slightly suggestive in Kaeya's part?? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Notes: I hope you like it! ♡

• Diluc •

It was already early afternoon at the winery when Diluc decided to wake you up. Though he let you sleep through the whole morning, now - when the sun is up on it's highest position, was the time to awaken his beloved.

He started with placing a kiss against your forehead. Gently and lovingly. Noticing the fact you're still asleep, he smiled lightly and caressed your cheek with his index finger.

"It's time to wake up."

Finding the gesture ticklish, you turn your head away and whine quietly. Diluc raises his eyebrows and attempts to kiss your forehead once again, this time successfully making you open your eyes. - even if just a little.

"Hnn.. Diluc..?" You whispered, looking at him sleepily.. "Ah.. You.. came from work already..? I was.. waiting for you.."

His eyes widened. Is that why you were sleeping on the sofa? He was the one to take you back into your sharing bedroom and wrap you into one of your favourite blankets.

Diluc many times told you not to wait for him whenever he's going out at night. Doing his darknight responsibilities - he doesn't always know when is going to be the time to return.

"I'm glad you're back.. already.. now.." You moved closer and wrapping your arms around him tightly, shoved your face into the crook of his neck. "Let's sleep finally.. Goodni.. night.."

The male sighed, smile never leaving his face as he looked down at you.

"You didn't sleep all night again, did you?" He whispered to himself, embracing you gently.

"So stubborn.."

• Kaeya •

"Sleepyhead.~" Kaeyas voice rang across the room as he finally attempted to wake you up. He knows how important sleep is, but during his only day off he'd rather spend it with you for a bit than lay in bed for the whole time.

Moving one of his hands towards you, pushed some strands of hair off your forehead as he admired the calm expression painted all over your face.

Too bad he has to ruin it.

His face nestled into the crook of your neck as he started planting soft kisses all over your skin. Trying to push him in your sleep lightly, you pouted quietly and puffed your cheeks.

He pulled back only to see your offended expression, though your eyes were still closed. Kaeya's smile widened while he started playing with a strand of your hair - swirling it and wrapping around his finger.

"Are you aware? You look like an angry kitten right now."

"Mmh.." Agreeing to the statement with the slight nod of your head, your hands clutched onto his shirt as you shoved your face into his chest. "Meow.. meo.."

He's speechless.

Kaeya blushed lightly and wrapped his arms around you - teasing smile from before now turning into more genuine.

He might let you sleep a little big more then.

"Since you asked so nicely.."

[fivelakesinwriting]

Golf Days (Rafe Cameron)

Author's Notes: I have very strong feelings about Drew Starkey's golf glove, this translates to Rafe Cameron's golf glove. Like..This got out of hand and I should be sprayed with the hose.

Warnings: This is filth. Pure smut. Swearing, somewhat rough sex, sexting, spanking (with and without the glove), Unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! *Also brief mention of drinking. All characters are of age (Rafe is 19 years old as per OBX story, his girlfriend is the same age as him)

Requested? NO, but all requests for OBX are open.

@outerbankies babe, you wanted the tag for this, you got it.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

She hated golf days. Rafe was usually gone before she woke up and home late, too tired to really pay attention to her. Not that he didn't, but it was lazy. A squeeze of her thigh while her legs laid over his lap, or lazy kisses down her neck. Any other day there would beg each other for "one more, please".

Golf days he was in the sun and playing the game for hours. He would have a few drinks with his friends and come home tired. It wasn't that he didn't want to love her, he didn't have the energy most times.

This time, she wasn't having it. She woke up before him, rolled on top of his still sleeping form and placed kiss after kiss over his broad chest.

"Morning, sweetie." Rafe hummed with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her naked body against his to keep her close.

"Morning." She replied before she sucked at the sweet spot on his Adams apple.

"Don't start. Not this morning." Rafe moaned, his eyes still closed. She felt him continue to stiffen between her legs so made no effort to stop sucking a hickey on his already tanned skin.

"You don't like it?" She smiled against his throat with a rub of her core against his manhood.

Rafe growled deep in his chest as he flipped her onto her back, then laid between her legs. He pinned her knees to the mattress, thighs spread wide for him as rubbed his tip against her folds.

"I love it, and you fucking know it." Rafe replied with narrow eyes. He watched as her mouth fell open as she slowly slid inside of her. They had been playing with positions, and her flexibility, lately. This one was definitely new.

"B...baby." She gasped as she gripped at his biceps, her nails deep in his skin.

"Too much for you, pretty girl?" Rafe muttered as he watched her eyes roll back as he pulsed his hips. He knew what she was trying to do the minute he felt her grind her slick folds on him.

He would set her straight.

"No! Just so deep, Rafe." She breathed as she leaned up for a kiss.

Rafe smiled as he pulled his hips back, then snapped them forward harshly bottoming out as he planted a firm kiss on her lips. His girlfriend screamed against his lips as sh cleaned around him.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone, and you get this when I get back. Just like this." Rafe growled as he kept his pace steady to ride her through her orgasm.

"Don't leave me." She whined as she came, her nails scratched at his biceps. She surged forward to suck at his throat as he gave her a few final pumps to finish inside of her.

"I've got to, Sweetie. But I promise I will be back and I'll love on you how you deserve." He mumbled as he kissed her forehead.

She released a loud whine when he gently pulled out of her. Rafe placed a kiss on her lips, then her collarbone before he made his way out of their bed. He pulled on his discarded pair of sweats from the previous night then made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Rafe's girl pouted while she laid in bed, her legs still spread to accommodate his frame. She sat up in bed before she grabbed a pair of panties from her bedside drawer and scurried to the front door where Rafe's golf bag waited. She stuffed them in one of the side compartments for him to find.

*

A few hours later Rafe was on the golf course with some of the Kooks, already done a few holes. He finished off his beer before he rounded the back of the cart to grab something from his bag. He unzipped the compartment and pulled out a lacy yellow thong.

"Damnit, sweetie." Rafe scoffed as he rolled the fabric in his hands then put her panties in his back pocket. He grabbed a fresh scorecard then walked back to the guys at the tee with a smirk.

"What?" Topper asked as he lined up his ball.

"My girl is a fucking deviant." Rafe grinned as he held the small pencil between his teeth as he fixed his glove.

"What did she do this time?" Kelce laughed as he took a seat in the cart.

"Found a pair of panties in my bag." Rafe smirked as he pulled his phone out of his other pocket to see multiple messages from his girl.

"What did you do to that girl?" Topper asked as he swung at the ball, hitting it down the green.

"I didn't do anything!" Rafe replied with a laugh as he placed his ball and tee down to take his shot.

"Well, when we met her she was shy and sweet. Now she's leaving her panties in golf bags." Kelce stated with raised eyebrows.

"She's still sweet. Just way more confident than she way then, and a bit of a sexual deviant." Rafe grinned as she took his own swing. He walked away from the tee then checked the multitude of messages from his woman.

Rafe ran his glove free hand over his face as he read through the filthy text message from her, followed by pictures that got more and more suggestive. A finger in her mouth, her breasts in his favourite lacy bra, her fingers tugging at the sides of the matching lace thong.

You're in trouble when I get home.

Rafe texted back after he saved every single photo she sent him. Despite how he had left her in their bed that morning, without more than a kiss on her pouty lips and an "I love you", he hated leaving her. He was just as desperate for her as she was for him. And he wanted to play with that new position a little more.

Rafe wrapped up his golf fame around the same time as usual, but his foot was heavy gas pedal home. He practically kicked the door of their apartment down and tossed his golf bag in the foyer as he came home.

"Hi, baby." She smiled sweetly from her spot on the couch, still in her lingerie as she read a book.

Rafe pursed his lips as he pulled his golf glove from his back pocket and walked over to sit next to her. He pulled the book from her hands and placed it on the table in front of them. He gave a pat to his thighs while he gave her an expectant look.

"Ass up." Rafe grumbled as he raised his eyebrows at her.

She sat up on her knees then crawled over to lay herself over Rafe's lap. She whimpered softly when she heard the velcro of his glove tighten behind her. She lifted her backside into his touch as he glove- less hand ran over her backside.

"Rafe." She smiled as she gripped at the arm of the couch as she wiggled her backside for his attention.

Rafe laid a slap on her left ass cheek with his gloved hand, smiling as she squealed. Her hips pressed into his lap. Rafe grinned as he ran his other hand over the skin as it began to flush.

"How many times do I have to tell you to play nice?" Rafe growled as he laid another smack with gloved hand on her other cheek.

"Baby!" She cried as she tried to grind herself into him.

"I didn't take care of you earlier? Hmm, pretty girl?" Rafe grunted as he pulled her thong to the side to push his fingers between her legs. He growled as he felt her soaked, her face buried in the arm of the couch as she whined.

"Rafe!" She sobbed out, her hips rolling back to his hand as her nails pulled down the fabric of the couch.

"You sent me some filthy shit, sweetie." Rafe mumbled as his glove-less fingers worked between her legs.

"I missed you." She moaned with her back arched.

Rafe breathed out a laugh as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. She writhed above him with a sob, one of her hands reaching down to grab his thigh.

"I missed you, too." Rafe replied as hie slipped his index finger in her as well. He hooked his fingers inside of her and reached her spot, smiling as she croaked out his name.

Rafe watched her every move as she writhed on top of him, her face buried in the couch as she came around his fingers. He slowly removed his fingers from his girlfriend and placed his gloved hand beneath her on her belly to prompt her upright.

"Baby." She hummed with her hands on his neck, her slick thighs on her side of his. He knew his pants would be ruined, but he didn't care.

Rafe smirked as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. His smile grew as she whined and pushed her hips down to his, her hands buried in his hair.

"What did I do to you?" Rafe growled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back. He watched the way her chest rose heavily with her breath and he couldn't help but place messy kisses on her breasts.

"Made me a slut." She whispered as he hands pushed through his hair.

Rafe tossed his head back with a laugh before he placed a kiss on her lips.

"You're my slut." Rafe muttered against her lips as he pulled the cups of her bra down, then pinned her knees to the couch.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Requests for OBX are open, open!

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things,  [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol!  [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression. 

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 24

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys have decided to grant you your space, but they can only wait so long.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of drug dealing, angry Jungkook curses (and calls someone a wh*re)

Jin walked around his casino, inspecting the area. Some players cast him glances, seeing the handsome suited male walked around with two guards and the casino manager in tow. Jin was extremely meticulous when it came to his places of business. 

“Clear this row. The machines look horrible. Order new ones.” Jin ordered. The manager nodded, opening his file to take note. 

“How’s the bar business?” Jin asked. 

“It is going very well, sir. Along with the new menu for the restaurant that you put in. We have patrons ordering finger foods.” The manager reported. Jin nodded his head in approval. 

“Sir, there have been some new business prepositions for you. From different suppliers.” 

“Prepare them in my private booth at the restaurant. I’ll go through them as a eat. Ask the bar to fix my drink too.” Jin gave a backwards wave as he headed to his office first. He stopped the guards just before the first coded door. After he punched the code in, he pushed open the glass door and headed in. There was another coded door to get through before he opened the double doors that led to his office. 

RINGGGGG

“Hmm?” He pressed the speaker button. 

“Hyung! S-She... (y/n)... She...”

“Jungkook, calm down and tell me what’s going on. This is about (y/n)? What’s wrong? I thought Taehyung was visiting her today.” Jin frowned, wondering what the maknae was freaking out about. 

“SHE’S GONE!”

“Gone? As in, kidnapped again?” Jin went closer to his phone. 

“No. Taehyung hyung came back from the hospital, he was a mess. Then he said something about the room being empty, her leaving her bracelet behind. He checked with the nurses, who said she woke up this morning and checked out right away.” 

“I see...” Jin didn’t really know what to say. 

“She left us!” 

“Jungkook, calm down. Get a grip. I’m coming home now.” Jin said and hung up, He sighed, gathering his things and heading out. 

“I’m going home. Put a hold on everything first.” Jin told the manager, not explaining much as he called for his driver. The car pulled up and Jin got in. he texted the other older ones on the way home. 

“Yoongi, Hoseok.” Jin exited his car just as the two came out. Yoongi chewed on his nail, he had been rather distressed since Hoseok dropped him off at his coastal hotel the other day. But he wouldn’t tell the others what had happened. 

“Namjoon’s inside with the younger ones.” Hoseok informed. They entered the side wing this time. The other 4 members were seated there. 

“Why did she leave...?” Jimin sighed. 

“She won’t return to work so quickly, considering she just woke up from her coma. Plus, she still has things to collect here. She wouldn’t abandon Kookie too.” Namjoon said. 

“Should we find her?” Taehyung jumped up. 

“No. She obviously wants to be alone now. It’s traumatic, even for someone like her. What we are used to, not everyone is. Us going to her house now isn’t going to change anything. She needs space and we have to grant her that.” Yoongi spoke. Everyone knew what the older said was right. They knew where your apartment was, yet they knew they shouldn’t go. 

“Then we just wait for her to come back and speak to us? What if she never wants to see us again?” Jungkook panicked. 

“Even if she does, she still has a contract to honour with our family. She’ll have to come see Namjoon, at least, to nullify it. I know for a fact, that she’ll stick to that.” Jin said. 

“I thought I could finally hold her.” 

“That’s all we wanted as well. But sometimes, things just don’t go our way.” Namjoon tried his best to comfort the maknaes. 

“I have some important business to attend to. I’ll be back tonight.” Hoseok said and left immediately. Yoongi stood up as well, heading to his office here, slamming the door shut. He needed to see you, there were so many things he needed to ask you. 

“Please, take a seat.” Yoongi gulped as he closed the office doors behind him. The visitor nodded, taking a seat on one of the couches. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs before sitting opposite him. 

“What can I do for you... hyung?” He asked. 

“I know everything, Yoongi.”

“W-What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. 

“Your friend, the lady doctor, she came to see me the other day. She offered to be my doctor and surgeon.” Geumjae explained. Yoongi was speechless, not really knowing how to react. 

“Of course, I said no. And she respected that, surprisingly. Everyone else was pushing me to get the surgery since it gives me another ‘chance at life’ but I didn’t want to go through all of that. Then, she told me something.”

“What did she say...?” Yoongi asked cautiously. 

“She told me just how much of our father’s burden you’re carrying, even after his death. How much you’re living with the guilt of everything that he caused and how you have taken all the blame on yourself. She made me realise how even though the past hurts, living my life, hating someone who’s not even at fault, isn’t worth it.” He sighed. 

“Oh...” Was all Yoongi could say. 

“Yoongi, as much as I hated our father, I knew it was wrong of me to blame you. You’re not him. I just... what he did to my mum, I needed someone to blame. Even after his death.” Geumjae sighed. 

“It’s okay. I knew whatever dad did... I can never undo it.” Yoongi looked away. 

“But that’s the thing, my omma and I shouldn’t have expected you to undo it. You never needed to and yet, we made you feel like it was your duty to.” Geumjae said. 

“Before her death, she stopped blaming you and your mum, knowing that it was never any of your faults to begin with. There was no point blaming a child and mother who was kept in the dark just as much as we were.” He continued. Yoongi nodded his head.

“We were all just disposable in dad’s eyes. He never cared about us at all.” Yoongi spoke, it was the truth. 

“You’re all I have left, Yoongi.” Geumjae looked at Yoongi.

“You too, hyung. All I ever wanted was just to have you as an older brother, I hated it when dad spoke about you like you were nothing, when he blamed you when he caught us playing together.” Yoongi’s voice grew soft. 

“When I knew you were ill, I tried to get (y/n) to do the surgery. I didn’t care if you hated me. I just wanted you alive.” Yoongi revealed. 

“Yoongi...” 

“That’s why I went to see you. That’s why I told you, if you want me to never find you again, you have to go for the surgery. Because I knew that would be the only way to make you do it.” He wiped a tear. 

“There’s a lot of missed time to make up for. I’ll do the surgery.” Geumjae reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand. 

“Y-You will?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. 

“Only if Dr (y/n) does it.” Geumjae stated. Yoongi nodded his head. The two brothers stood up, hugging each other. 

“Will you ever forgive me, Yoongi?” Geumjae asked.

“I have never once blamed you to begin with, hyung.” Yoongi replied, his words muffled by his brother’s shoulder slightly. That’s why Yoongi needed to find you first and didn’t even mention any of this to the other boys. He wanted you to be the first person to know how he made up with his brother and how it was all thanks to you. 

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he looked out the window. He swirled the ice cube around the whiskey glass before taking a sip. His shoulder ached, he knew he was over working it too quickly. 

“Hyung?” He turned around to see Jimin there. 

“Jin hyung said to give this to you.” He handed the older a small ziploc bag with some pills inside. It was probably painkillers for his shoulder. Even now, Jin was still the only one that had the key access to your medicine cabinet. 

“Thanks.” He popped the pills into his mouth, gulping it down with his whiskey. If you were there, you would have scolded him. 

“How’s Tae?” Yoongi asked after a short silence. 

“He’s doing better. It was just the initial shock... You know like what happened with his noona. But he calmed down, Namjoon hyung took him to DNA to do some housekeeping.” Jimin informed. Yoongi nodded. 

“Good.” The older sighed. Jimin left the office, going back to his dojo to train, just to get his own anxieties out of his system. Namjoon drove this time, casting glances to Taehyung every now and then. Taehyung just stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes. 

“You know, the last time I bought flowers for someone... I found my dad beating my noona to death.” Taehyung suddenly spoke. 

“Taehyung-”

“Today, I bought flowers for the girl I love, only to find that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. Just took off and left.” Taehyung sighed. Namjoon didn’t reply, just letting Taehyung be. 

“Are you sure you can work, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked. 

“Of course. Sorry.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Namjoon didn’t mean that rudely, he just wanted to snap Taehyung out of it. 

“We’re here.” Namjoon stopped the car and parked. The doors were opened for them by the guards of DNA. They bowed as the two entered. Namjoon and Taehyung went upstairs to where the 7′s shared office was. They sat inside, going through all the paperwork they have missed. With Taehyung around, Namjoon didn’t have to do it all alone. 

“I thought we were housekeeping. I brought my favourite bat for nothing.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Namjoon chuckled at the disappointment evident in the younger’s voice. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your action. Our men told me that there has been quite a drug problem here.” Namjoon informed. 

“Not by our dealers?” Taehyung grew surprised. Unauthorised dealing of drugs in Bangtan territory wasn’t common since Bangtan has its own dealers. The boys were always controlling what drug gets dealt with and how much of it. 

“Do they know the culprit?” Taehyung asked. 

“We’ll catch him ourselves. Tonight.” Namjoon smirked. Taehyung grew excited, it had been a while since they’ve caught someone themselves. 

When night fell, Namjoon and Taehyung left their office. Taehyung slung his bat over his shoulder, the splintered wood a contrast from his stark, dark green suit. The two stood on the VIP balcony, sipping their drinks quietly as they observed the club being filled. 

“I think we’ve found our dealer.” Namjoon said, swirling his drink in his crystal glass. Taehyung followed his leader’s line of sight, a smile slowly growing on his face as they emptied their glasses and walked out of the booth. 

Jungkook had left after the older ones spoke of the plan to not seek you out, he returned to his fighting ring since there was a high staked, big fight tonight. 

“Mr Jeon.” The workers bowed. Jungkook ignored them, straightening his jacket.

“Get me a drink.” He said as he walked up to his regular, protected booth. Entering, he removed his jacket and sat on the plush couch. He leaned back comfortably, crossing his legs. 

“Sir.” His attendant bowed deeply, placing Jungkook’s usual drink order over a napkin on his side table. Jungkook shooed him away and he scurried away. 

“Hmm...” Jungkook looked at the iPad, scanning through the fighters that would be sparring today. He clicked on a specific fighter’s profile and immediately bet 10 million won. All he had to do now was sit back, relax and watch his pet win. Jungkook wasn’t an impulsive gambler but he was a confident one, ‘don’t put all your eggs into one basket’ didn’t apply to him. 

“Jungkookie.” A female’s voice entered the VIP area where he was sitting. Jungkook ignored her, eyes trained on the people coming in and placing their bets for the fight. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She had the audacity to sit down beside him. Jungkook took a sip of his drink. 

“Who let you in?” He asked, not even looking at her. 

“I told them I’m with you and they let me in.” She giggled. Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up and headed to the door. Grabbing the guard by the back of his collar, Jungkook dragged him in, throwing him to the ground. 

“So you just let anyone in now?” Jungkook hovered over him. 

“N-No, sir! I’m sorry! She told me she was with you and I know that a girl is usually with you-”

“Don’t you dare compare her to that wh*re over there.” Jungkook cut him off with a menacing hiss. The guard shut his mouth, pursing his lips. 

“You’re fired. Get out of my sight and take the wh*re with you, since you like to listen to her so much.” Jungkook growled. His patience was already running thin from the events earlier today and he wasn’t about to let someone else test it again at his own place of business. 

“Jungkook, don’t you think-” Jungkook, gaze still trained on the guard in front of him, took his gun out and pointed it at her. She screamed and ducked behind the couch. 

“Get out!” Jungkook roared and the two ran out as quickly as they could. 

“Unless you see a member of Bangtan, no one is to be let into MY booth. You understand me?!” Jungkook shouted at the other guard, who jumped in fear, saluting and nodding his head. Jungkook slammed the door. 

“F*ckers trying to test me.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and dropped back down onto the couch. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Jungkook looked through the glass to see his fighter standing there with his manager and the ringmaster. Giving a nod of approval, he waved for them to enter. The fighter and his manager walked behind the ringmaster. Seeing him bow to Jungkook, the two bowed respectfully. Jungkook stood up, going to the fighter. He scanned his figure. 

“Mr Jeon.” The fighter bowed. Jungkook smiled. 

“You have a lot of potential. I’ve got my money on you tonight.” Jungkook faked kindness. The manager’s eyes widened. 

“Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr Jeon! We- I mean, he won’t let you down!” They bowed again. Jungkook hummed with a nod, patting the fighter’s shoulder encouragingly. 

“That’s good to hear. I’ve seen you train so I know you won’t let me down.” Jungkook chuckled, sitting back down.

“Have a great fight. I’ll be watching.” Jungkook waved. The fighter looked out the viewing glass that faced the ring. He visibly gulped and nodded his head. 

“Thank you again, Mr Jeon.” The manager bowed and guided his fighter out. The ringmaster stayed behind. 

“After the fight, we’ll keep the kid. However, not a big fan of the manager...” Jungkook smirked. That’s all Jungkook needed to say for the ringmaster to understand what he meant. The ringmaster nodded and bowed deeply before exiting the room. 

--

You sighed, stretching your fingers. 

“Great work, everyone.” You nodded to everyone in the surgical suite. The nurses and other attending doctors bowed to you. You walked out the double doors, pulling your soiled scrubs off and tossing them into the bin. 

“Good job. As always.” Your mother was there, waiting for you at the exit. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled. You can only imagine how happy your mother was when you told her that you would be working here temporarily. There were some skills that you needed brushing up on and honestly, you wanted to avoid 7 people for a while. 

“I’m gonna take a break.” You walked away from your mother, heading to the stairwell. You entered the rooftop of the hospital. 

“You’re such a coward. You know that?” You shook your head at yourself. Sitting on the only bench there, you tucked your hands into the pocket of your coat.

A few days ago, you had sent a message to Namjoon, asking for time off and that you will contact him shortly regarding you contract with the family. You didn’t even wait for his reply before blocking him. 

“You look like you need a hot chocolate.” A new voice appeared. You stiffened slightly, turning around. 

“Found ya.” He smirked. 

“I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I knew one of you were bound to come and seek me out. Although, I can’t say I expected you to be the first one.” You chuckled. He held out a cup of hot chocolate and you received it. You opened the lid, watching the steam escape for a few seconds before taking a sip. The sweet beverage comforted you. 

“You’ve cut your hair.” He pointed out. You nodded, reaching up to touch your now slightly short hair that ended just above your shoulders. You wanted a change and this was the best you could do. 

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting on the bench beside you. 

“Surviving.” You shrugged. 

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced by your vague answer. 

“I shot someone, I killed him. I’ll forever live with the guilt of his blood on my hands but do I regret it? No. It needed to happen.” You sighed. 

“We know there was a boy that helped you escape. We found his body in the room and gave him a burial, it’s only right.” He took a slip of paper out of his wallet, handing it to you. 

“He’s there.” He informed. You looked at the address and number on the paper, nodding with a hum before putting it in your pocket. 

“Are you done with work for the day?” He asked. 

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving with you. I asked for an indefinite time of leave. That means I want to be away from all of you.” You snorted. 

“We don’t have to leave. We can stay right here. But now that I think about it, I’m sure I’m the only one in the family that hasn’t told you how I joined Bangtan.” He looked at the city skyline before him, a small smile on his face. You blinked, turning your head to look at his side profile. 

~~

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[psithurista]

Dumping all my thoughts about the finale:

I loved the progression of Marc and Steven together having now achieved cooperative control after they’d broken down their memory barriers; Steven knowing how to fight and defend himself and others while Marc’s showing more temperance and faith in himself, esp. when Harrow was talking about his mother pulling out “the weed” to prevent what happened to Randall—it would’ve hit too close to home and I don’t think Marc would have been able to handle it at all prior to his journey of acceptance in the last ep but now that he has better access to Steven’s emotional intelligence, he seems more at peace with himself which was honestly lovely to see

Layla and Taweret working together makes me ridiculously emotional, and I really hope Taweret sticks around and stays friends/allies with her even if they no longer remain linked through the avatar business. And I hope Taweret is able to help her find some peace around her father’s death. I’m not a big MCU person generally speaking and I don’t always love massive CGI superhero fights so a lot of this ep felt like Avengers 5 or something which is personally not my favourite thing (though I’m relieved that the Hulk or whatever didn’t show up for a cameo fkdjdbsb), but I do think it’s extremely cool and exciting to see an Egyptian woman as a superhero (even if it was a bit much that Marvel was patting itself on the back about it mid-episode lol)

I’m v happy about the fact that they returned to Steven’s apartment in the end. I’ve seen a few people question this but I think it’s a nice full-circle moment. It was pretty obvious that that’s the life Marc wanted: to have Steven’s peace and safety and simplicity, and whether Steven is back working at the museum or not, I feel like they’ll be happy living there together like a pair of lil goldfish besties. Having said that, l do hope Layla’s going to work things out with them and, back to the emotional intelligence thing, I think Steven is going to be instrumental in repairing their relationship and having certain difficult convos that Marc couldn’t handle on his own (at least until they realise they’re still missing time and that Something’s Up and they figure out the deal with Jake)

There’s a pretty uncomfy undertone in the way they’ve painted Jake to be the “bad one” that’s super sus to me, and also plays into harmful stereotypes around DID patients having an “evil side” or being unpredictably violent. It’s clear that Jake’s supposed to be, if not an outright bad guy then at least morally questionable considering he seems weirdly elated about killing people (and yeah, Harrow definitely needed to die, but like the music choices and showing Jake grinning creepily as he chooses to continue working for Khonshu def has a certain Vibe). I’ve seen a few comments on the fact that he’s Spanish-speaking too, and while I’m sure that was Oscar Isaac’s idea because we know Steven’s British accent was his idea and it makes sense to differentiate the alters as clearly as possible through distinct voices/accents/languages, it kind of adds another layer that’s just a bit…hmm, and I wish we’d gotten to see a little more dimension to him because people who haven’t read the comics are likely just going to be like “Oh, there’s a bad one!” and why wouldn’t they? because the show gave us no nuance to suggest otherwise

This is maybe an unpopular opinion? but I’m a bit sad to see that it looks like we are probably getting a second season/film/whatever, just because I feel like wherever they decide to take it now, it’s going to stray farther from the core allegory around healing and mental illness and being a really emotional character-based story which tbh is the main thing I was really here for in the first place (and also just to Look at Oscar Isaac because come on now let’s be honest ldndn). But I really did fall v hard for this version of Marc and Steven and feel invested in their relationship with Layla and their future together so who knows! Regardless I will probably just stfu and greedily inhale whatever content they decide to produce for us to consume

Anyway if you made it this far what did you think of the series? Love it? Hate it? x

[fawad-khan]

professor ‘fuck me a lot’

A/N: so tom in that esquire interview and that instagram story did things to me ajhsuifhf so here we are! also this is my first professor tom fic hehe. beta read by the lovely @parkerpeter24​ (title credit goes to her too XD)

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Pairing- professor!tom holland x student!reader

Warning- smut, thigh riding,swearing, unprotected sex, teacher-student relationship(?), wrap it before you tap it! (all characters are 18+ btw)

Word Count- 3.4k+

Summary- you catch tom in a compromising position.

Thomas Stanley Holland, the new professor was the talk of every single student in the college. He was young, and very smart and knew his subjects well. He had a way with his teaching that made everyone’s ear perk up and pay attention to whatever he was teaching. Everyone was impressed by how he taught from a different perspective, in the sense that he not just gave a lecture, he explained in such a way that each person could visualise and convert the picture into their own words.

He was also very undeniably  attractive. He had attractive features. His chocolate brown dolomite eyes, soft looking lush brown hair, pink kissable lips that so many girls (and even some guys) dreamt of kissing over and over again, desirable cheekbones and the suits he wore for his lectures made him look so fine, drawing attention and he somehow managed to pull you towards him as well.

As if his looks weren’t enough, it was also his voice, and how it sounded like music to your ears. He certainly had a way with his words. Many times you had yourself what would it be like to have that same voice whisper dirty things in your ears. You remember the day he stepped into the classroom on his first day of teaching you.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tom Holland, and I will be teaching you literature from today onwards. I can see lots of bright faces here," he gazed around the room as he continued, "now, before we get started I would like to get everyone's names and just ask some questions in general, that is what we will do first. So why don't we start with," he took a list from his desk and called out a few names, who stood up and introduced themselves.

"(Y/n) (l/n)?" You heard your name being called out. You got up and politely introduced yourself. 

"I actually have a very good report on you here, miss (y/n). Are you that interested in literature? And please sit down if you want." He beamed, but you continued to stand anyway, admiring him already.

"Well, actually I have really been fond of reading lots of books since childhood and always had a hobby of writing small stories and poems and such for the school part so I guess that is how I realized I wanted to delve further into the subject."

"Well I must say, that's very impressive. And do you have any plans after you complete and procure your bachelor's degree?"

"Actually yeah, I have dreamt of being a writer so I would very much like to succeed in that. Otherwise, being a college professor is another option, where I'd love to teach about various literature works."

"That is very good, miss (y/n). Well that is all for now and I'm looking forward to teaching all of you, you all seem like very talented students."

"Thank you, professor Holland." Everyone chorused. He picked up a book from his desk and began to teach. He certainly knew his subject very well, for unlike the previous professor who had managed to bore all of you last year, you found yourself paying attention to every single word he said.

Of course, as time passed, there were more and more girls who always discussed him, innocent things at first like how great a teacher he was and something like he was the cutest professor they ever had. It gradually escalated to how hot he was and how many girls were willing to do him in his classroom and so on.

You would rather die than admit, but you did have a crush on your teacher. A major, at that one. It wasn’t that often that you got a teacher like him, anyway. Maybe that was a small reason why you tried harder in his class and excelled more. He was also often very pleased with your work and had grown to favour you, seeing that you indeed had a lot of potential and admired how you always submitted everything on time and how you were always punctual and overall how dedicated you were in his classes. You had gradually grown to become one of his favourite students.

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It was a Thursday evening, the clock ticking 7pm as you finally finished your due work of the week. As usual, you gathered your sheets and checked it again to make sure there were no errors. Once you were satisfied, you stapled them and put them neatly in a plastic folder and made your way to Tom’s room for submission. He had made a rule that students could either email their respective essays and papers or physically submit it to him either in the classroom or personally in his room in case someone wanted a little guidance as well.

Checking your appearance to make sure there were no stains or anything like that on you or your dress, you took your file and made your way towards his room for submission. You gave a soft knock and waited for him to open the door. No response. You knocked again. Again, no response of opening the door. Although, you could hear his voice, so he probably was on the phone or in a meeting or something.

You turned the knob of the door and quietly, swung the door open and entered the room. Closing the door behind you, you turned right to walk towards his table and saw something you never thought you'd see.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!" You exclaimed, making him startled and jump in his seat.

He was in a webinar session. With no pants on. He was only in a formal shirt and underwear and a pair of socks. You could very clearly see his thighs which were naked in your sight. The thighs you had only dreamt of riding in your dreams. 

He hastingly said something about some technical issues and that he would have to leave and left the webinar and walked across the room to his closet to quickly get some pants. He grabbed the first pair he could see and before he could put it on, your brain decided to blurt out something you wouldn't have dared to ever say to your professor.

"Don't put them on!" You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, your file dropping on the floor. Your whole face went red as soon as those words left your mouth, your knees shaking with nervousness.

He stood in his place, stunned. He could not believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

“What- what did you just say?”

“I -uh” you stammered, covering your face again and taking a deep breath. He walked towards you and took your hand and held it, his other hand holding your chin and making you look up into his eyes.

“Say it again, darling. There is no harm.” he said in a calm and husky voice that made you feel giddy and weak at the knees. “Go on, now.” his fingers gently pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes. Your heart was beating at a very furious pace. A fire was surging in you as his fingers had touched your skin. 

“I said, don’t put them on.” you whispered slowly, your voice lingering in his ears. He smirked and brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “and why is it so?” his voice lulled you to him, his one hand resting on your cheek and his other hand lowering to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “don’t be shy, say what you have to say.”

"It's because," you paused, a new wave of confidence flowing through you. This was now or never. "It's because I want to ride them."

"Hmm is that so?" He hummed, lazily nibbling your earlobe, making you hot and bothered. He stepped back and sat on his chair and held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you on his lap and held you tight by the waist with one hand. His other hand cupped your jawline and pulled your face closer so your lips were only millimetres apart from touching.

"Then be a good girl and ride me" with that he wasted no time and crashed his lips on yours, you reciprocating the kiss immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut, so did his. The feeling of his soft, smooth lips felt more amazing than you had fantasized in your dreams. You tilted your head to grant him more access. 

He bit your lips gently, making you moan into his mouth. Your fingers flew to pull his soft hair strands, messing them up as he deepened the kiss and you gently grinded your hips against his.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss, gasping slightly for air to breathe. His hair was slightly messed up, he was out of breath and both of you had flushed faces. The sexual tension that was subtle before was more thick and more prominent.

"I better lock the door, huh? Don't want anyone to walk in on us?" You asked, looking at him. He nodded in response as you got up and went to lock the latch on his door. Now no one would interrupt the two of you.

"Ride me, darling. Be a good girl for me." The raspy voice made you feel wet as you repositioned yourself so now you were sitting on his left thigh, with his thigh pressed against your clothed pussy, making you let out a moan.

You pressed your clothed pussy and began to rock your hips up and down, feeling a sense of pleasure jolting in you. As you increased your pace, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You held his shoulders for support as you grinded faster, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his thigh.

“Oh my, fuckkk” you moaned out, arching your back as grinded even faster, feeling that you wouldn’t last very long. Tom meanwhile was watching you, feeling his pants getting a little tight at the sight of you riding his thigh. He couldn’t help but let out a groan as he watched you ride your high. With time, he was attracted to you and always imagined what you would be like in bed. He had always fantasised but never thought he would be here in this situation.

“You’re doing great, darling ohhh” he groaned out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as his hands held you firmly by the waist.

“God I’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, holding his shoulders tight for support as you felt yourself releasing, soaking heavily through your panties and shorts. Your movement became slower as you rode out your high, stopping a few seconds later, panting and sweating heavily. You opened your eyes to look at him all flustered and lips parted.

"Woah" was what came out of his mouth. He gently held you and placed you on his right thigh and the both of you could see a shiny wet spot where you had come just a few seconds ago. He looked back at you and smirked, making you go red.

"I don't normally do this with my students, you must know that."

"Oh that's, great I guess."

"Would you mind if I did what I wanted to do to a student whom I happen to be attracted to?" He whispered huskily, lips dancing dangerously over yours.

"And what would that be? Care to elaborate, sir?" You asked, looking into his eyes again.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, darling." With that he kissed you, this time with more heat and passion as though he was holding all his desires as he inserted his tongue into the kiss, exploring your mouth. You kissed him with equal amount of passion and lust, running your hands in his hair.

His lips left yours and pressed kisses on your jawline and neck, sucking your skin gently till he found your sweet spot and sucked a hickey there.

"Careful there sir, don't want people to see that." You gasped out, head thrown back.

"Say my name, dear. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips." He mumbled against your neck.

"Tom!" you whimpered, making him groan as he went back up to kiss you again on your lips. One hand went down to unbutton his shirt and touched his amazingly toned chest. Your fingers danced and touched every part of his chest, every touch sending tingles down Tom's spine, making him bite your lip gently.

He cupped your right thigh and squeezed it, wrapping it around his waist loosely. He held you by the waist firmly and picked you up and placed you gently on his desk, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes again. His orbs were dark with lust.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He said huskily, his hand slowly lowering down to your waist and slipping under the hem of your top, making contact with your skin. His touch ignited a fire in you. His fingers drew circles on your curves, sending you tingles of pleasure.

"Don't…..stop…." You trailed off, closing your eyes again, enjoying the feeling of him touching you.

His hands played with the hem of your top before taking it off and stepping back for a moment, looking at you. You were already a mess, your hair strands sticking out wildly, sitting on his desk, looking at him desiringly.

“You are so gorgeous, did you know?”

“Thanks.” you covered your face with your hands. He stepped forward and removed your hands gently, looking at you. He pressed kisses on your neck and collarbone, his hand trailing down to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Slowly, he pulled them down to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

He continued to kiss you on your chest, unhooking your bra in an instant, exposing your breasts. He took one of your breasts in one hand massaging it gently, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. His other hand went down to your panties, fingers touching your clothed cunt which was very soaked and he teased you through the material, eliciting a moan from you. Smirking, he hooked his fingers at the hem of your panties, inserting them inside to come in contact with your pussy.

He inserted a finger inside your wet folds, pumping in and out at a slow speed. His mouth switched to suck on your other breast as he increased his speed of thrust. You were by now a moaning mess, moaning his name out again and again while pulling at his curls. You were now very much turned on and very horny, craving him more and more. He inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, making you cum a second time.

He took his mouth away from your nipple with a pop sound and came up to meet your lips again. He finally took out his fingers out of your now swollen clit and pulled away from you, licking them clean, never breaking eye contact with you.

“You taste so delicious, dear.” he groaned out, making you want him more than ever now. You pulled him towards you by the collar and began unbuttoning his coat and shirt, running your hands over his toned abs, enjoying the feeling. He stepped closer, pressing his clothed hard-on against your soaked and clothed pussy, making you groan in pleasure. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed him now.

“Tom…...please….” you groaned out, making him smirk.

“Please what? Use your words, darling.”

“Please….I need you now.” you groaned as you felt his hard-on press against you even more, making you buck your hips up and down.

“Gladly.” he threw his hanging coat and shirt off his body on the floor, pulling his underwear down to the floor, now completely naked in front of you. He stood in front of you, looking heavenly with his body glistening with sweat and his hair a complete mess. His cock was hard and the tip was flush pink with a little precum leaking. You took off your bra and panties and threw them across the room while he spread the precum and pumped his cock. He stepped forward and pressed a lazy kiss on your lips, aligning his cock just outside your entrance.

“Ready, love?”

“Yes” with that he entered you slowly, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, stretching you out so that you could get used to his size. Given how wet you already were, it was easy for him to move. His cock filled you up perfectly and you felt pleasure jolt through your body as you moaned continuously.

“Go faster.” you breathed out, him obeying gladly as he increased his pace, gripping your sides tight. His hips slapped against yours, a knot forming in your stomach as he hit that spot inside you again and again. He was moaning out loud with you, going faster with each thrust. One palm was on the desk to help steady himself. He pressed his lips against yours to kiss you sloppily, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. You dug your nails on his muscles and his back, leaving crescent red marks, making him pound into you even harder.

You could feel your high approaching yet again and from the look on Tom’s face, it seemed like he wouldn’t last long before he came too. His finger rubbed your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, I haven’t got a condom, oh my-”

“It’s ok, come inside me.” you breathed out.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to risk it like this.” he asked, looking at you as if to ask if you were sure about this.

“I’m on the pill. Besides, my period was a week ago.”

“Oh, alright. Ohh!” his cock was beginning to twitch as you came undone around him, letting out a cry of pleasure. He grunted out loud as he reached his high, his cum spilling inside you. His thrusts became sloppier and slower and stopped moving a few moments later, his cock still buried inside you.

You clenched around him, not wanting to let go of the feeling of him beside you. Both of you were sweating and panting heavily, you holding him to steady yourself. He reluctantly pulled out of you, his cum mixed with yours flowing out slowly. He smirked at the sight and took out a cloth he always kept in his drawer to clean you up. Wow, talk about a sexy and caring professor.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, pressing the cloth against your core after wetting it slightly, 

“Amazing.” you said, making him smile. After cleaning you up, he gave you a lazy kiss and picked up his and your clothes and handed them to you. You dressed in silence and watched him do the same.

“Hey, so uh, I wanted to tell you. Um, I don’t normally do this with any student of mine. Nor have I ever been attracted to any student. You are truly an exception.”

“Thanks, it means a lot.” you smiled. “And if it helps, I’ve never been this attracted to a teacher before. You are amazing too.” he blushed at that, making you giggle

“Well I better get going.” you said, getting off his desk. You picked up your file from the floor and handed it to him, then took a piece of paper and wrote something on it and handed that as well.

“Here's my submission, and my number. If you wanna maybe text sometime?”

“Sure, I’d love that sweetheart. Maybe we can meet up for a coffee later this week?”

“I’d like that.” you smiled and made your way to unlock the door. Just as you were about to open the door, he called you out, making you turn around and look at him.

“Hey, uh is it ok if we keep this thing a secret for a while? For the both of us? I don’t want you to face unnecessary backlash from anyone because of me.”

“Yes, it’s ok, Tom.”

“Ah, professor in the classroom.” he steps closer to whisper in your ear, “Tom when we are alone, together.”, making you go red.

“Noted, professor.” you winked and exited his room, your heart skipping a beat, silly smiles on both of your faces. 

You were looking forward to your possible relationship development with him and excited to see where it goes, as did he with you.

The end

lemme know what you thought🙈

[beewolfwrites]

What about our two lovelies watching a movie together, while the MC is so emotional and in tears that they hold Chishiya's hands during the entire movie and afterwards need a very long and tight hug ♥️

Okay, I might have gotten a tad carried away and forgotten about the hand holding. But I couldn't help it. I chose Howl's Moving Castle at random and then realised how perfect it fits!

FYI, this does contain spoilers for Howl's Moving Castle, and if you haven't watched it, drop everything and watch it! It's amazing 💕

Also, thank you to all the readers who liked that last request! I didn't expect that kind of response, and it means so much 😊

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‘This plot makes no sense.’

‘Shh.’

‘Why is he suddenly a bird with a human face? It’s disturbing.’

‘Can you not? I’m trying to watch.’

Watching movies with Chishiya was a mistake you just kept making. The first time, it was a crime thriller, and he figured out how to solve the crime only twenty minutes in. The second time, you chose a horror, and he sighed with boredom at every jump scare. The third time, you tried to enjoy a musical, and he slid his headphones in whenever a song came on.

This time, it was one of your lifelong favourites: Howl’s Moving Castle. And boy, was it definitely a bad decision to watch it with Chishiya.

It was a Saturday evening, and neither of you could be bothered preparing dinner, so in the end you suggested ordering pizza and buckling down for a movie. Chishiya had picked up the remote and flicked the channel over to the news, but you insisted on watching something a little more interesting instead. Something that could transport you to another world entirely.

But maybe Howl’s Moving Castle was a mistake. So far, he’d picked apart every plot hole, reminded you that magic doesn’t exist, broken down all the ways a house couldn’t possibly be in four locations at once, and scoffed at Howl and Sophie’s growing relationship.

You were swaddled in blankets on the couch, head resting on Chishiya’s lap. ‘See, Howl saved them all from a bomb. He still has his humanity left.’

Despite his small protests, Chishiya was lightly running his fingers through your hair while he lazily stared at the screen. ‘So he’ll stay as a bird if he keeps turning into one? If that’s the real plot, I’m going to bed.’

‘It’s like you’re not even trying to paying attention. He’s only losing his humanity because he has no heart.’

‘He can’t possibly be alive then,’ Chishiya replied. ‘This film is even stupider than I thought.’

‘Stop trying to take the magic out of it. He’s a wizard, he can do anything.’

You snuggled your face further into Chishiya’s lap, enjoying the way he was playing with your hair. Even though he complained about the characters and storyline, he hadn't once made a move to leave, and you could only take that as a sign that he was secretly enjoying spending this time with you.

Eventually, the movie progressed into the scene where Sophie slips into the past and meets a younger Howl. Chishiya’s fingers slowed, then stilled.

‘Ah, I see. He traded it in.’

You couldn’t hold back a grin. ‘Now you’re getting it. It was all to save Calcifer.’

‘But he still fell in love with Sophie.’

‘Mm-hmm,’ you nodded. ‘She brought it out of him. She’s the only one who can.’

You twisted around and looked up to find his eyes fixed on Sophie as she slipped through the cracks back into the present. It felt nice, knowing he had found something in the movie that he could enjoy.

What didn’t feel nice was having Chishiya there to poke fun while you cried. You couldn’t help it. Howl and Sophie’s reunion was too beautiful and pure. The way she threw her arms around him, and then seeing them all together as a family in a brand new castle. Even when the credits started, tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

‘There’s something wrong with you,’ Chishiya said, raising a brow at the way you were furiously wiping your face clean.

You turned onto your back, sniffling. ‘Chishiya, your hair is like starlight.’

He pulled a face of mild disgust. ‘We’re not doing this.’

Even though your nose was blocked and your eyes were glassy, there was just one thing that could cure it all, aside from tissues of course.

‘You know what part comes next,’ you reminded him, raising your arms for a hug. Chishiya gently tried to lift you off his knee so he could escape, but you hung tight. He wasn’t going to get away that easily. ‘I’ll get up and leave you alone, if you just give me this.’

‘I don’t want to.’

‘It’ll be painless,’ you said. ‘I promise.’

‘And you’ll let me go to bed?’ He gave you a stern look that left no room for argument.

You nodded, still holding your arms out expectantly. And with a roll of his eyes, Chishiya awkwardly bent over and scooped you up into a tight hug, one that enveloped you completely and brought you impossibly close. It was a hug he liked to reserve for special moments, and nobody aside from the two of you had ever witnessed it. Every time he exhaled, shivers ghosted along the back of your neck, and his hair tickled your face as you were engulfed by his warm scent.

Then out of nowhere, it was all ripped away. You were pulled upright on the couch, his arms disappearing. Chishiya swiftly slipped away, and before you could even register what had happened, you heard the living room door open and close.

That sneaky little…

‘Hey!’

He didn’t answer. Leaping up from the couch, you scrambled over to the bottom of the stairs, just in time to see him reach the top.

‘Chishiya,’ you called. ‘Do you think I should dye my hair silver too?’

This time, the response was immediate.

‘Absolutely not.’

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Yoooooooo, I'm baaaaack!

Heyo, it's been a while, I know! I have been busy but also not busy? Finished my theatre, moved house, diagnosed with adhd and put on meds, turned 26, it's been a heck of a month! And in between that, I have been working on Félix and Pepa smut! But what's this? A new challenger had entered the ring? Everyone, may I introduce you to Paquita! Now, Paquita is sadly not my own character, she is made by my-spirit-phone and she is Pepa and Félix's partner with her design being inspired by a concept art for Pepa as shown below! She is a lovely woman, she loves to help people and always lends an ear to those who need to vent. She loves her motorbike, good wine, cigars and of course, her found family. I hope you love her as much as I do and enjoy this fic as well!

Till next time,

Charlotte :) x

"Gracias Juli!" 

"Si, gracias!"

"We owe you one!"

SLAM!

Julieta laughed and shook her head at the door, before casting her attention to Dolores in her arms. 

"Ay, I don't know mi vida, do you?" she clucked gently, kissing her head. The baby yawned and lazily began to chew her fist, covering it in a light coating of drool. "Come on. Let's see what Tio Bruno's up to, hmm?" Dolores gurgled in response, her dark eyes looking at Julieta as they made their way downstairs to give the adults their privacy.

Behind the now closed and locked door, Félix grinned and clapped his hands greedily, with both Paquita and Pepa giving him the same lustful look. Pepa bowed lowly and laughed, a rainbow appearing above the throuple. "Ladies first," she said to Paquita, blowing her a kiss. "Oh, you flatter me, but everyone knows it's age before beauty." "Mm, is that so?" Paquita nodded. "It is cariña." "Well in that case, would you like to pick out a few toys for us?" She nodded again and went to the drawer where they kept their impressive collection of toys. Whilst being intimate with one another wasn't anything new, even Paquita had yet to discover the true extent of their personal collection. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the assortment; so many shapes, colours, textures…holy shit, they had rope! Paquita couldn't help but smile a little. This was going to be good.

"We call that one thunder," Félix laughed as Paquita inspected a glittery pink double ended dildo at arm's length. It was decorated with bumps and ridges at both ends and had a slight curve to it. "It's okay vida, they're all washed," Pepa reassured, giving Paquita a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The younger woman visibly relaxed and felt the weight of the toy in her hands. "What's this one?" she asked, putting 'thunder' down and picking up a silicone bulb shaped one with a fluffy round tail attached to the base.

"Oh that's where it went! Félix! Paquita found your favourite!"

Félix looked up and grinned sheepishly as he saw what was found. "Ay Paquita, that is for mi culo," he explained, laughing at her reaction as she suddenly dropped it. 

"So you're saying this goes in there?" 

"Yup. It vibrates, too!" as if to prove a point, Félix took the toy and pressed a button, where it buzzed to life. 

"Why the tail though? Isn't it kinda…fluffy for you?"

It was Pepa's turn to speak up this time. "That's the point, corazon. El es un conejito, and a very cute one at that." She winked and pursed her lips to her husband, who reddened considerably. Paquita couldn't help but notice a swirl of fog settling around their feet and smirked a little.

"El conejito, you say?" she asked, taking a step towards Félix. "Pray tell, how do we spot the elusive pink tail bunny?" 

"Well…first we need to set the bait, get him nice and comfortable," Pepa purred, her fingertips lightly grazing the back of her wife's neck. Oh, she didn't just mean Félix. Paquita shuddered at the contact, letting a small whimper escape. Pepa smirked and kissed the skin, her tongue poking at just the right spot. Her taste was fairly similar to that of Félix, but different somehow. More clean and floral. Humming softly, she created a suction and began to suck. Félix chuckled and nodded in appreciation as he sat down on the bed. "That's my girl, you let her know who she belongs to," he said lowly as the scene began to play out. He sat back and grinned as Pepa pressed her clothed body against Paquita's and their lips touched. Paquita groaned at the contact and opened her mouth a little, allowing Pepa to gain access which she did with little prompting. Their tongues danced and ran along the other's lips; teeth were nibbling and nipping the skin with a tongue quickly following. Who's tongue it was neither had any idea, but it was complete bliss and Félix loved being witness to this.

His pants had now developed into a clear tent and he dipped a hand below the waistband of them and groaned at the touch, hissing a little as he swiped his thumb over the head. 

"Need help, amor?" Pepa asked sweetly, looking up from her make out session with Paquita before sauntering over to the bed. Félix nodded, pulled her in with his free arm and put his hand on her breast which wasn't difficult considering the size. "Always mi vida," he replied, kissing her deeply, tasting Paquita and Pepa on his lips. He took his hand out of his pants and put his thumb in Pepa's mouth as soon as their lips parted. "Suck for papi," Félix instructed, his voice firm but fair. She did as she was told, but scraped her teeth along the digit to mess with him. This did not go down well and Pepa squeaked as she felt the sting of hand on ass which dissipated into radiating warmth as quickly as it had appeared. "Now Pepa, that's not what good girls do, is it?" Félix mused, raising an eyebrow and lifting Pepa's chin to get her to look his way. He didn't expect eye contact but he did expect her to look in his general direction. He may have been a daddy, papi, sir, master and a myriad of other titles and had a good control of both women given the context, but he wasn't a complete monster. 

She muttered a 'no' and more fog began to swirl around, covering the floor in a light haze that enveloped the bottom of the bed.

"No they don't. Good girls do as they're told and don't bite the thumb that feeds them." 

Paquita made a noise in agreement as she hitched her dress up a little. She had found a toy that she liked the look of and wanted to put it to the test. Seeing Pepa so soft and vulnerable and quite frankly, so pathetic, did things to her. It wasn't something she could describe, but she knew she liked what she felt and wanted to put two and two together. 

"Ay Paquita, let Pepa do the work. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson," Felix cooed, shaking his head as Pepa flipped him off and a small rumble of thunder was heard moments later. Paquita kissed Pepa's forehead and booped her on the nose, before handing her the toy she had picked out; a medium sized flesh coloured dildo. Being a relatively small woman, Paquita hated toys and cocks that were too big for her. They would be intimidating and men, she found, seemed to think that jackhammering themselves into her amounted to pleasure when in reality it left her sore and bruised, aching for days afterwards.

Not to say she also enjoyed a challenge and there were always exceptions to the rule. She bunched up the rest of her dress and handed the dildo over to Pepa, waiting with trepidation as she watched her oil it up. 

"Does pequeña Paquita want this?" Pepa cooed, studying the now glistening toy. She looked at it and then back to her partner as if she were a collector in a museum studying a fine piece of art. Paquita nodded affirmatively, feeling her core start to throb with need. Pepa cocked her head to listen and shrugged. "I'm not hearing anything. Félix, can you hear something?" Félix shook his head as he shuffled his pants off which given his erection was easier said than done. 

"No mi amor, no puedo escuchar nada." "Neither can I. It's a shame, too. I think our little toy would like this." Pepa emphasised the last part, slapping the dildo into her hand like a bat. A wind began to whip up around her and a dark cloud hung ominously in the air above. "You'd have thought that our little toy would know by now the power of communication. And how she knows that if she is to get what she wants, she must-" she emphasised, poking Paquita's clit with the head. "Use." The head slipped in, Paquita yipping in surprise. "Her." Pepa pushed it in a little further and watched how her partner's body responded. "Words." At that, the red head pulled the veined dildo back and then pushed it in again teasingly. 

Paquita's eyes rolled in the back of her head when Pepa inserted it. It was veined and hit all the right spots. Pepa smiled a little and dipped her head, putting her lips directly onto her wife's clit, earning a satisfied moan. She splayed her tongue out flat, her nose right against Paquita and began to pull the toy back out, only to push it in again. In, out, in, out. Her moans grew louder and more wanting as she was continuously fucked and sucked. 

Pepa's tongue lapped and slurped obnoxiously as Paquita got more wet and aroused. Her juices tasted salty and slightly bitter all in one and she couldn't get enough of it, drinking as if it was manna from heaven. It might as well have been as far as Pepa was concerned. 

All the while, Félix was stroking himself again, enjoying the view of his partner being fucked, her hickied neck arching and her breathing starting to become ragged as she tried to suppress the force that threatened to engulf her body. He took his hand off his erection and went over to the two women with a clear plan in mind. 

"Arms up."

As much as Paquita wanted to run her hands through Pepa's hair as she was being eaten out, she did as she was told and held her arms above her head. In one fell swoop, Félix pulled off the offending item and discarded it on the floor. He marveled at her naked body, years of stretch marks, scars, wrinkles and freckles adorning her frame. He was surprised that she hadn't any tattoos, but she always said she had a fear of needles which caught him off guard when revealed. 

Félix ran his tongue along her neck and down her side until he got to her breast and grazed his teeth upon it, making Paquita cry out. It was amazing how close she was to cumming for someone who claimed to last forever in bed. "Sssh, don't want to be too loud, now do we?" Félix whispered, cupping his strong hand against her mouth and being careful to ensure that she still got an oxygen supply.

Paquita shook her head, her cries muffled as Pepa swirled her tongue around her soaking wet folds, the dildo being pushed in and out at a faster pace as she grew closer with her legs clenching and toes flexing.

"Buena chica, eso es todo. Córrete para nosotros, aquí vamos, buena mascota…" 

Paquita gasped against Félix's hand and her body shuddered as she came with Pepa quick to suck the juices squirting around the toy, making sure to get every last bit. Her wife writhed in pleasure with her hips bucking upwards, one hand stroking Pepa's graying ginger curls that were now wet from where she squirted extra hard and gained distance. Pepa took it upon herself to give Paquita one last suck and kiss before pulling the dildo out. 

"Mmm, such a good job, mi vida," she smirked as she licked the shaft and stood back up, looking Félix in the eye. "You came so fucking well." The younger woman nodded breathlessly; she seriously needed to cut down on the cigars if this was to be a regular occurance.

"That…fuck me, Pep, how did you do that?"Paquita finally sat up. "I ain't come like that in years!" 

Pepa raised an eyebrow and kept silent. "I have my ways." 

"No fucking shit. I feel almost obliged to return the favour." 

Another eyebrow raise. "Almost?"

Paquita blushed a little and looked away, feeling Pepa's eyes bore into her. 

"Use your words, mi princesa."

"Okay, I want to return it." 

"Excelente, that wasn't so hard was it?" 

"No."

"No, what?" 

"No mami."

Pepa smirked. "Good girl. Do you want Félix to fuck you whilst this is happening? Remember, you don't have to say yes." 

Paquita gulped and nodded; she missed the feeling of the dildo already, so to have the real thing would be even better. "S-si."

Pepa motioned to Félix to come over with a slight move of her head. "She's all ready for you cariño."

Félix rubbed his cock and grabbed the small bottle of oil from the dresser as Pepa positioned herself so that she was using Paquita's face as a seat. "Ay, so comfortable," she mused, grinding against her mouth, which made Paquita moan in agreement and flick her tongue against Pepa's dripping wet slit.  

Meanwhile, Félix had finished lubing up and was lining himself against his partner. Having a sister in law who knew her way around herbs and when brewed into a tea made a decent birth control and eradicated any unwanted surprises and infections really helped, so condoms weren't too much of an issue. 

As Félix slid in with ease and Paquita started to pleasure Pepa properly with her mouth, lips parted and the room was a choir of moans and whimpered names. 

"So tight today, Paquita! Just how papi likes it."

"Mmmph! Pbpuh! Mbhbmmmmm…"

"Bit down, ay! That's the spot!"

Félix rutted and dug his thumbs into Paquita's thighs. He loved fucking both women and of course would always prefer Pepa over Paquita, she was his wife, it was a given, but something about Paquita's curves did things to him and an almost animalistic urge would take over. He felt he could be more rough with her somehow, more demanding. Was it because they hadn't known each other that long? There was a sense of jealousy somehow? That he'd been replaced? There was plenty of time for contemplation and questions after, but right now it was about making himself and the two women in his life feel good. 

On top, Pepa was whimpering and moaning for all she was worth; Paquita was definitely better at eating her pussy than Félix was. No offence to him, but he was a little too rough, often getting toothy and leaving her with bruising that even Julieta's cooking struggled to fix. Shivering in pleasure, Pepa ground her weight down so she was positively smothering the poor woman underneath. But judging from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it and could still breathe, so not all hope was lost. Still, better be safe than sorry…

"You alright there Paquita?" she asked sweetly as she propped herself up using her hands, only the slapping of Félix's balls and his grunts breaking the silence. Paquita's sweaty red face nodded and she grinned, showing the gap in her teeth. "All good here Pep!" She was surprisingly chipper for someone getting spit-roasted but given she'd been in Paquita's position many a time, Pepa understood. Being in the middle of her two favourite people, being pleasured by one and giving to another, Paquita was in absolute heaven. 

"Buena chica," Pepa murmured, dipping her body back down to be eaten out again. "Oh  you eat me so well, mami is very proud. Si…" Paquita continued to work on Pepa, dragging her nails along Pepa's thighs leaving a marked trail that was threatening to well up with dots of blood and even pushing her ass up with one hand to insert a finger into her pussy. Out of the three, she was definitely the strongest. Pepa shuddered at the sensation that hit her core; fuck, that was the spot! She threw her head back, her pert breasts bouncing softly as she rode Paquita's face and fingers. A minute passed and Pepa moaned as she felt herself squirt right into her partner's mouth with Paquita not minding one bit; she was loving it and the fact that she got Pepa to squirt was a huge turn on for her.

"Is Paquita getting close?" Félix asked sweetly, the muscles clamping down with each thrust into her body. "Mmhmm," she responded, her voice muffled as Pepa continued to ride her tongue, getting close to orgasm herself. 

"Don't stop…" Pepa murmured, biting her lip harshly, wincing a little as she felt her teeth sink down and draw blood. She tasted the sting of copper as a trickle of blood flowed onto her tongue and coated the back of her throat. She was close, she was so, so close. Her heart pulsed out warmth that synced in time with her clit and her breath deepened. She was gonna, any-

"Oh Paquita!" Pepa screamed as she finally came. Her legs shook uncontrollably and the blinding heat radiated all over, making her scream again as it reached her brain, enveloping the woman in a comforting sensation that could only be described as a release of pure energy. Paquita continued to suck and lick Pepa through the orgasm, feeling her own build up as Félix moved his hips; in, out, in, out….just the tip. At this point, Pepa knew that Paquita would be wanting some air that wasn't filled with pussy and she gingerly climbed off and lay next to her, watching what was going to happen. 

Félix jutted his hips up more into Paquita's walls and she whimpered softly with her toes curling and body tensing, her mouth forming an 'o' with no sound escaping. 

"That's it, good girl, cum for papi," Félix whispered in encouragement, circling her aching clit with his thick fingers. Her whole body was taut, ready to unravel at a moment's notice. Félix applied more pressure onto the swollen nub and pumped into her cunt once, twice…

That was what she needed; the barrier had opened and Paquita thrashed and writhed on the bed, completely speechless but completely overtaken with pleasure as she came. Having his partner cum against his cock was the catalyst for Félix's own orgasm. He clenched his feet and grunted as he spilled his seed into her, having to grip onto the bedpost in order to stop his legs from completely buckling and giving out underneath him. He shuddered once more and pulled out, the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock and dripping onto Paquita's crotch, intermingling with her public hair. 

Pepa pulled Paquita in for a side hug and kissed her cheek proudly. She loved the bones off this woman! Paquita wrapped her thick leg around Pepa's slim one and melted more into the hug. Félix wiped his brow and grabbed a towel that was thrown into the corner whilst the two women snuggled and bathed in the afterglow.

"I don't know about you senoras, but that was the best one yet!" he declared as he flopped down next to the pair. Both women nodded and murmured in agreement. "Si, it certainly was," Pepa purred into his ear. 

"Who's a happy girl? You are! Yes you are Dolores!" Julieta cooed, kissing her sobrina on the forehead as she gurgled. "Oh I just know tu mami, papi y tia Paquita are going to be so surprised with your new outfit!" Whilst the three of them were busy, Julieta had taken Dolores and Isabela into the market and had found the perfect outfits at Señorita Pezmuerte's stall, along with an offhand remark about Bruno staying away from her fish. Isabela was treated to a lilac onesie adorned with flowers along with a light pink tutu and a flower clip whilst Dolores had a cream coloured ruffled blouse and a deep red skirt and headband. Julieta couldn't wait to show them off! She had been so excited to display the new outfits to her hermana and family, but seeing how Alma made a beeline for Isabela as soon as Casita opened the door, she was left with Dolores. Julieta would be lying if she said the obvious favouritism didn't hurt; yes, Isabela was her daughter and the oldest, but seeing Alma lavish praise onto the infant whilst brushing her other granddaughter away…it hurt.

She smiled curtly at Alma, who was fussing over Isabela and noticed Bruno in the corner feeding some of his rats. "...sorry Juanita, it's all there is today," she heard him mutter. There was an indignant squeak and Bruno held his hands up. "Unless you have any better ideas, then no, I can't help you there." Julieta swore she saw the rat put its tiny paws on its hips and give her brother an eye roll. "Alright, be like that. I'm simply saying that Héctor being Lupé's long lost fiance and returning just as she's about to marry his cousin and have another guy's baby is not that complex! I mean what is there not to get?" Another squeak. "Okay, you got me there. Oh, hey Jules!" Bruno pocketed Juanita and stood up as he noticed the pair. "Hola Bruno. Still trying to get the rat telenova thing going?" He nodded and scratched his face. "Yeah, it's…it's a process. And how is ¿mi sobrinita? ay eres tan linda! Sí, lo eres, ¿no?" Dolores cooed and kicked her feet, reaching out to her tio. It warmed Julieta's heart to see him interacting like this; he would make a good papi one of these days. That is, if a girl could even get past the rats. And the cave. And the sand. And the whole outcast bad omen hermit thing….arranged marriage was a thing, right? "Would you mind watching her for a bit Bruno? I need to put some shopping away," Julieta asked, not even waiting for an answer as she passed the infant over. "What? Oh yeah, sure! Totally!" He fumbled about awkwardly before finally holding Dolores in a comfortable position. "We buds, right Lo Lo?" Dolores smacked him on the nose and giggled as he gave his niece a deadpan expression. "Gracias, Dolores." 

Julieta hummed and sang to herself as she began to put away the various groceries she picked up in the market; papayas go there…dulce de leche in the pantry…

Thump!

Both she and Casita looked up for a second. The noise was followed by shrieking laughter, which calmed Julieta down. It was nice that Pepa and Félix had finally found another person to share their love with. Whilst that lifestyle wasn't for her or Augustín, it clearly made the couple happy, so more power to them. She finally got to the outfits folded neatly at the bottom of the bag and smiled. Just wait till they see this! Still humming to herself, Julieta patted the outfits down and took the bag up the stairs. The noise had died down by this point, so one would assume that it was okay to come in. Still, best be careful and knock just to be safe. 

She reached the familiar wooden door adorned with Pepa's outline surrounded by rays of sunlight and knocked precariously. 

"Come in!" Paquita called in a singsong voice from the other side. Julieta turned the handle and bumped the door open with her hip. What she saw next was a surprise beyond her belief and the first reaction was to shriek and cover her eyes.

"FÉLIX!" 

She almost dropped the shopping in shock, but was able to gain her composure and keep a hold on the bags. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Félix, who was completely tied up and unable to move. It was clear Paquita and Pepa had their way with him judging by the dusky grey panties shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag and a pink fluffy rabbit tail protruding from his ass.

"Ah, you found conejito de cola rosa! What do you think? Quite the specimen, huh?" Paquita asked, leaning on Julieta's shoulder. "Personally I think he'd look better with ears, but you try getting those damn things on that hair of his." 

Julieta couldn't even look her in the eye and shoved the woman awkwardly off her shoulder. She shuffled out of the room, her eyes firmly fixed to the ground and her face strained. 

She needed a fucking drink. 

[worstloki]

Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material. 

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that. 

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰 

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss. 

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in  mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment. 

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye. 

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me. 

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie. 

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the  deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses. 

[veinsandknuckles]

Comparison of appetites

Abed Nadir/f!Reader Abed reminds the reader that he’s a grown man and then proves his point. Pretty much straight up PWP, set sometime after season 3. Not BETAd, I got too impatient.

Explicit Content warnings: unprotected PIV sex

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“What are you doing?”

“God!” When Abed wasn’t in character as somebody else, he moved so softly you sometimes didn’t notice him until he was right beside you. You shut the fridge door and there he was. “...I’m just checking the fridge. It’s almost dinner time.”

Abed’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly and he surveyed the mess you’d already made. “Are you going to accidentally cook too much food again and then act like I’d be doing you a favour by eating some?”

Hmm. So much for your acting skills. “...no?”

Abed picked up a packet of noodles from the counter. “This is my favourite brand.”

“Is it?”

He frowned. It wasn’t that Abed couldn’t understand people, he was just usually too wrapped up in himself to turn his intense focus on you. When he did, he could see right through you. “I moved away from home five years ago. Please don’t try to take care of me.”

“Yeah, but Abed... I’ve seen you eat nothing but Let’s for three days straight. You’ll get scurvy.”

“That’s my problem, not yours.”

“I know you can look after yourself.” His intensity was starting to make you feel a little nervous. “I like it when we eat together, that’s all. It feels sad, cooking for one.”

Abed considered this and his stance softened. “Then we should take turns. I can take care of dinner tonight.”

It wasn’t often he took charge like this with you and you had no wish to stop him. There were limits though - you wouldn’t submit to a meal of all carbs. “Only if you’re getting take out.”

“Hm.” He reached out and plucked a menu from its place on the fridge. “How about this place?”

“Sure, I order from there all the time. I usually get -“

“Yes, I know your order.”

Either you were getting very predictable or Abed paid more attention to you than he let on. In case it was the former, you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “Fine, mister Alpha. Blow my mind.”

“I could get us a couple of beers.”

You felt yourself beginning to blush. You couldn’t help yourself. “...This is starting to sound like a date.”

Abed gave you a long, searching look. “Maybe it should be.”

His gaze dropped to your lips. The tension was becoming unbearable - and then it broke when you reached for him and he moved in close. With his hands on your waist, he pushed you gently but irresistibly against the fridge and pressed his lips to yours in an urgent kiss. As soon as the shock abated, you grabbed hold of the front of his sweater to keep him in place. The easiest way to be around him was soft and yielding and it’d never felt as easy or as right to let him take the lead as it did right now. Not if this was what he wanted...

You hadn’t expected him to be such a good kisser. He felt your reactions, heard you sigh and whimper and teased you to hear it again. In case it wasn’t enough encouragement, you took one of his hands in yours and guided it slowly down your side until it rested just below the hem of your skirt.

Abed gasped and broke the kiss, just barely. “Are you sure?”

“I am, if you are.”

He replied by kissing you again, teasing your lips apart and letting his hand explore its way up your thigh.

You refused to be outdone. Now that you finally had your hands on him you wanted to feel all of him, the firm muscles he always kept hidden and the soft, warm skin of his long neck... then his fingers grazed against your cunt and you whimpered. You wanted to spread your legs, undress yourself, undress him, whatever would move this forward the quickest but all you could manage to do was stay upright and try to keep reasonably quiet.

You’d watched him and you’d wanted him ever since you moved in but you’d been so sure he neither noticed nor cared what you thought. He’d been polite and direct and usually too busy to let you bridge the gap between roommates and friends. You had almost felt guilty, fantasising about someone who seemed so completely uninterested. Had this been why? His breath was hot and quick against your throat, his grip on your waist was almost rough and his touch was sure and eager - there was no doubt anymore that he wanted this as much as you did.

“God, Abed...”

“More?”

“Yes, yes please.”

Abed leaned out and looked around, then shoved everything you’d left on the kitchen counter far enough aside to make room for you. You took the hint and hopped onto it with his help, he pulled your panties down and off, dropped them on the floor without a look and got between your legs.

His eyes searched yours and he kept watching you as he spread your legs even wider apart, pulled you closer to him and then slowly slipped two fingers into you. The sound of you moaning for him, eager and shaky, made him swallow. As good as it felt to finally have him touch you, it was rivalled by the look of almost pained want on his handsome face - his eyes were wide, his lips were parted, he breathed fast. How long had he wanted this? Had you both lain awake hurting for each other with just a thin, cracked wall separating you? What a waste...

Abed knew what he was doing. He started slow, hooked his fingers slightly and pressed up against your clit every time he almost withdrew. Whatever pulled a more urgent sound from you, he tried again and he soon settled into a rhythm just slow enough to tempt you to beg him for more. Maybe he was teasing, maybe he was only being careful - it was hard to tell.

You weren’t interested in keeping things so one sided. You reached for him again, teased his stomach with your fingers, trailed kisses over the nape of his neck and shakily began to undo his fly.

“You don’t have to,” he said and there was an unmistakeable tremble in his voice.

“I appreciate that,” you replied and held on tight to your patience, “and same to you, but just to be clear, I want you to fuck me. I’ve waited long enough.”

He shut his eyes, then nodded. His movements slowed, allowing you to work his fly open quicker and finally slip your hand down the front of his pants. He gasped when you touched him and you couldn’t help but mirror it - he was so hard it must be painful. You felt his dick twitch in response when you wrapped your fingers around it and it took some manoeuvring to pull him free.

Abed was never shy and rarely embarrassed and it was difficult at times not to be a little intimidated by such perfect confidence. This was definitely one of those times, especially now that you had another piece of proof of how well earned his self esteem was. As hard as he was, your touch only made him draw a slow, noisy breath. His attention was as steadily fixed on you and his self control as unwavering and he let you stroke him and admire the view for a few moments in silence. Then he smiled ever so slightly and you shook yourself out of it.

You scooted closer, hooked your legs around his hips and pulled him towards you. Abed gently pushed your hand out of the way, lined up against you and slowly, carefully eased himself inside your cunt. You reached for him, held on for purchase with one arm around his shoulders and your fingers digging into his arm and pressed your free hand over your mouth not to alert the neighbours with your moans. With your eyes shut and your head spinning, everything in the world seemed to fade but the scent of his skin, the heat of his body against yours and your need to take him deeper.

You were wet enough that even in this awkward position and even as thick as he was, he slipped in easily, inch by inch, stopping only when his hips were pressed up against your thighs and he had buried himself to the hilt. With one hand on your ass and the other on the counter he held you in place and began to fuck you properly, fast and hard almost from the word go.

Your resolution to stay quiet didn’t last long. Instead you clung on to him, cried out each time he thrust back into you, wordlessly egging him on, and put your other arm behind your head in a feeble attempt to stop it bumping into the cupboard.

“Oh God...” you whined once you finally found your words again. “Please, please don’t stop...”

“Yeah,” Abed breathed and that seemed to be all he was capable of for the moment.

Either he’d taken your words to heart or he couldn’t make himself care enough to play nice any longer because he was rough with you and took what he wanted. He kissed you until it got awkward, he shivered, moaned and bit his lip to keep himself in check but if he noticed, or worried, about bruising you or fucking you too hard too soon, he didn’t show it.

To get him this affected, for him to want you this badly and take you the way he wanted to take you was a fevered daydream come true. The discomfort of the sticky counter beneath you, the edge of the fluorescent light digging into your neck and his hands holding you ever so slightly too tight only added to it. Without words, without anything else to focus on but the feel of him inside you, the push and pull, the almost-completion when he bottomed out in you and the impatient hunger when he withdrew even partly, it was impossible to tell one moment from the next. Your whines and moans sounded more and more pathetic and his soft sighs and gasps escaped him more and more often.

Eventually, after however long it’d been, Abed leaned out and fixed you with a look of longing. “I... I’ve wanted this...”

You trembled. “Me too.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I can last.”

Your cunt squeezed even tighter around him. The number of times you’d pictured what he might look like as he came undone... “Don’t hold back,” you whispered. “You can take me like this again, any time you like.”

Abed groaned. His brows furrowed, he shut his eyes tight and tried to breathe steadily but he was too far gone now to reign himself in. Without thinking, you locked him in place with your legs wrapped around him and your arms around his neck, kissed him and let him manoeuvre you as he wanted.

It took maybe two more desperate thrusts of his hips before he pulled you towards him and held you there. You felt as he came in you, felt it in the tension in his every muscle, heard it in his desperate, choked moan, felt it in his fingers digging into your flesh and felt it inside of you. Even as he rode it out, he pressed a final, clumsy kiss to your lips.

The next moments were also hard to define until reality began to creep back in. You had a crick in your neck and the kitchen was filthy, especially now; without the heat of the moment, it wasn’t so easy to ignore that everything about this was horribly uncomfortable. The two of you slowly caught your breath, eventually you relaxed and let him go and Abed stepped out and unceremoniously tucked himself back into his jeans. You shifted where you sat and realised with a blush that this skirt might have to be retired - the word sticky didn’t begin to describe it. Then Abed stroked your cheek with his thumb and you wanted to reach for him again.

“Are you alright?” he asked, sounding as steady as ever.

“I might be a little sore tomorrow,” you laughed. When he looked concerned, you continued, “in a good way. What about you?”

“I might walk a little funny.”

The question of ‘what happens now?’ was really beginning to loom, and you neither wanted to ask nor answer it yet. All of this would take some time to sink in and you were as unsure of your own answer as you were of his. Until this evening, you’d convinced yourself that the atmosphere in this apartment only stemmed from you and now you had to keep living together... While you deliberated, Abed rolled his shoulders and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Then he rescued you with a much simpler question:

“Are you still hungry?”

“Oh, yes. Especially now.”

He looked over at you and after hesitating almost imperceptibly, he asked, “do you still want to have dinner with me?”

“I do. Dinner, drinks and a movie, if you’re up for it...” Abed smiled and you smiled back. The wet spot you were sitting in would require bleach. There was almost twenty dollars worth of food scattered across the floor. Most important of all, you were pretty sure you’d just seen a crack in his confidence - he was relieved that you’d said yes and this was still a date, a beginning. “Especially now.”

[rizubaby]

Ass Up Baby | Makoto Naegi.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Makoto Naegi with a spanking kink.

summary ; After a long and frustrating day of work, Makoto comes home to the smell of your amazing cooking. Seeing your sweet face makes all his frustrations melt away instantly, and he decides to show you his appreciation.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, spanking, oral, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,2k.

note ;This was so fun to write. I had a different setting planned at first, but while I was busy doing some housework I decided to flip the script and make him a little more frustrated too :)) Hope you like it!

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

*click-click*

You hear the front door opening and faint footsteps entering your cozy little appartment. Makoto's finally home after what seems like a long day of working with the Future Foundation. You're in the kitchen, cooking up his favourite meal. The smell of the delicious dish you're making fills the entire appartment as your soft and upbeat humming can be heard from the living room. Makoto drops his bag onto the floor and stumbles into the kitchen.

"Hey baby, I'm home," Makoto mumbles as he walks towards you and peeks over your shoulder to see what you're cooking. His face immediately lights up at the sight of his favourite meal. He happily wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"I made you your favourite food, since I had a feeling today was going to be a long day. How was work?" you ask, placing your hand on his cheek. "It was... exhausting, to say the least. Nothing seemed to get done today and I felt like nobody was listening to what I had to say. It's just..." he stops for a moment, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "...I'm just glad to be home."

You put your cutting knife down and turn the stove to low heat, placing the lid back on the pan. You turn around, now facing Makoto as you gently kiss his cheek. A soft smile appears on his face, and he kisses you back lovingly. You feel his hands slowly move down your waist, finding their way and resting on your butt. He squeezes gently, a soft giggle escaping your lips. "We have to wait for the food to finish cooking, do you want to go to bed?" you ask, feeling your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink.

"No, not necessarily." Makoto answers, pulling you even closer to him as he starts to plant gentle kisses on your neck. You chuckle, placing your hands on his shoulders. His kisses are normally soft and gentle, yet you can feel a hint of neediness and desperation in them today. He kisses his way down your neck and collarbone, simultaneously unbuttoning your blouse.

He stops for a moment and moves his hands back around, untying your apron and tossing it aside. Your eyes lock for a moment before he kisses you again, his hands squeezing your ass. You know he loves it, yet he's way more unapologetic about it this time around. Normally he's a bit more reluctant to show it, but you like to see this side of him too.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he squeezes harder, your hands wrapped around his neck while you two make out. He breaks up the kiss, staring deeply into your eyes. "Turn around. Ass up, baby."

You do as he says, turning around and placing your hands on the kitchen counter. You feel his hands slowly pull down your jeans, exposing your erotic panties. A soft gasp escapes Makoto's lips, completely captivated by your beautiful backside. He's at a point where he can no longer control himself, grabbing hold of your hips with one hand as he begins spanking you with the other. You moan out in surprise, intoxicated by the feeling of his hands against your cheeks.

"I've missed you so much... You take care of me so well, baby..." Makoto whispers before letting his hand come down hard onto your ass, your cheeks already turning a faint shade of red. You bite your lip in arousal, trying to keep down your moans. Feeling his hands pull down your panties, you let out a soft gasp from the cold air against your nether region.

"Hmm... Look at you, you're so beautiful..." Makoto whispers, gently caressing the bright red spot on your cheeks he just spanked. He gets onto his knees, his face only inches away from your soaking pussy. You feel his breathing against your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

Gently pushing his face into you, he starts eating you out lustfully. His tongue is inside you, making you near your climax just from that alone. He's probably not aware of it, but he's amazing at giving oral. Your body starts to tremble and he notices, gripping your legs in response. Within seconds, you feel yourself climaxing and your eyes roll back, subconsciously forcing your lower body against Makoto's face even more as you ride out your orgasm. You hear soft, muffled moans coming from Makoto as he finishes up eating you out.

When he finally stands up again, face wet from you climaxing on his face, he notices the state he left you in. You're a writhing mess against the kitchen counter, and he's slightly embarrassed by what he had just done to you. He gives you one more spank for good measure before leaning his upper body over you, grazing the side of your neck with his nose as you hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt.

"M-Makoto-- please fuck me," you mutter, your cheeks burning up from the feeling of the tip of his shaft slip in between your folds. You place your hand over your mouth as strained moans already start to flow out of your mouth. He slowly pushes into you, his member filling you up perfectly. He grabs hold of your wrist and pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I want to hear your moans, baby..."

You feel him pick up the pace a little bit, rhythmically pushing in and out of you as soft moans and grunts flow out of the both of you. This slow and sensual fucking was just what you had hoped for (and needed) when he came home. His soft voice and cute moans made your second orgasm approach quickly, your arms frantically reaching behind you to grab hold of as much of him as you possibly could. You wanted to feel him everywhere, touch him, love him, everything. His warm and heavy pants against your skin made every nerve in your body tingle, feeling like that knot inside your stomach was about to burst at any moment.

"B-baby, I'm going to cum-- please, keep going..!" you manage to blurt out as you feel him fasten his pace, his orgasm dangerously close as well. "M-Me too, god you feel s-so good..." he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his hands dig into your hips, hearing a loud moan escape Makoto's lips as he releases his seed into you. You throw your head back in response as a breathless moan stutters out of you, your second orgasm of the day following closely behind his.

Your legs shaking, you let your upper body down onto the top of the kitchen counter with Makoto's body on top of yours as you both come down from your high, trying to catch your breath. Makoto slowly gets up and looks down at your ass, clearly red and burning up from his harsh spanking. His cheeks immediately turn just as red, the guilt slowly setting in from the sight of your ravaged buttcheeks. You turn your body around, gently wrapping your arms around him as you lean in for another passionate kiss.

"I love you," he mumbles, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. He looks into your eyes lovingly, and after having having just about destroyed your ass and pussy, it's quite adoring to see him turn into his normal, awkward self again. You're not complaining though, because you treasure these moments just as much.

"I love you too."

[samstrugglingwithlife]

Babysitting With A  Reserved Male Friend And Developing A Crush On Him

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Ushijima, Osamu, Daichi

Warning: Swearing.

A/n: Male reader x character. This is super long, I sorta got carried away. I GOT CARRIED AWAY WAY TOO FAR MAN! The premise of this ask was so cute and I can only hope I did it justice. I hope you guys enjoy it. This is my first time writing for a male reader so let me know if I did something wrong or if I didn’t capture the essence right. 

It’s super long, so everything is under the cut.

USHIJIMA

This guy is pretty reserved himself, and on top of it, he's also pretty blunt and says things without much consideration. The two of you became 'friends' in your first year when one of the teachers asked you to help him with his studies.

You realised that Wakatoshi is not really as cold as he is clueless. Also, he was a bit of a dumbass, you were pretty surprised when you found out that his brain functioned at full capacity only when it came to volleyball. (A/N: Boy thought that the earth is flat and that Hinata was muscle training by clinging upside down to the surface on the other side of the planet... such dumbassery, I want him.)

You're third years now; you guys have been friends for about two years. Ushijima and you are both serious guys, you two like each other's companies even when you two sit together in silence.

It was a week before exams, that's when the two of you would usually get together in Ushijima's dorm room, and you would tutor him.

"Y/n," he called you just as you left your last class of the day. "Hmm?" "Are you coming today?"

You sigh, "Sorry. Maybe tomorrow. I have to babysit my little sister tonight," he nodded in reply and proceeded to walk away. You thought about it a little and called out to him, "Hey, you can come to my house. I was gonna study literature today." 

Wakatoshi nodded and promised to see you at your place after practice. You texted him your address.

Outside the boundaries of your home, you were very reserved, you kept to yourself and hardly had any friends other than Ushijima, and Tendou by extension. At home, you were a loving brother, you played with your sister, and you were her best friend; she was the reason you decided not to live in the Shiratorizawa dorms. 

That evening, around six, Ushijima showed up at your place. He had never seen you in casual clothes before, you two only ever hung out at school, so he had only seen you in uniform, but you looked cute; he was dressed in his jogging tracksuit, typical.

Your sister was busy watching her favourite cartoons, so she didn't pay any attention as you led him to your room. You left him there to go get the two of you drinks from the kitchen.

Your room was just like you, it gave nothing away. It was sparsely furnished with only a bed, a dresser and a study table. All the colours were plain and neutral. However, there was one thing that stood out, a corkboard. It was covered in children's drawings and pictures of you and your baby sister. 

There was one photo of you that caught his eye, it was you with your sister in your arms, and the two of you were grinning from ear to ear, paint smeared on both your cheeks.

"It was last month," Ushijima turned towards you. You walked further into your room, placing the tray with your drinks on your study table, you stand beside him and stare fondly at the photo. You trace your fingers gently over it, a small smile playing at your lips, his heart does a little ba-dump.

The two of you are immersed in your studies until your baby sister opens your door just a crack, "Nii-chan..." she calls out groggily, her little fists rubbing her eyes. You turn towards her and get up from your seat, picking her up. You look at the alarm clock and inhale in disbelief, "Oh! It's that late?" 

"It's way past your bed time!" you pat her head as she places it in the crook of your neck and shoulder, tired. You softly hum a lullaby as you gently rock her. Ushijima's heart does another flip. He had known you for two years, but he had never seen you like this, with a sweet smile on your face and a gentle cadence in your voice. He didn't know you after all.

After you tuck your sister in bed, you walk with Wakatoshi to the end of your street. He always enjoyed your company, during lunch, in his dorm room when you helped him out with homework, yet he never in these two years felt what he felt in the last two hours.

Ever since that day, his heart always did a flip whenever you were around, he felt the urge to be near you, he felt protective of you. He didn't know what to call this feeling, but he quite liked it, whatever it was.

OSAMU

You and Osamu were classmates, you were his seat neighbour. The two of you became friends when Osamu offered to share his homemade onigiri with you, and you decided to share your homemade dessert with him. He enjoyed the feedback you gave him about his food. He wasn't exactly a fan of sweet things, but the desserts you made were to die for.

Osamu figured early on that you liked to keep to yourself most of the time, you just couldn't get along with your peers. You were on the soccer team but you never hung out with your teammates after practice, so far, Osamu was your only friend. You were both the quiet type, neither of you spoke much, but you always shared your lunches and sometimes chatted about your clubs - Osamu liked to complain about Atsumu sometimes, you found it very amusing.

It was during summer break. The two of you were texting (dry ass texters both of you), he was complaining about his brother and wanted to get out of the house. He invited you to hang out,  but you had to decline because your mother was away on a work trip leaving you to look after your nine years old little twin brothers. You told him that he is welcomed to come to your place and hang out if he really wants to get away from Atsumu.

Osamu took you up on your offer, and within half an hour, he was at your doorstep, a bag of ingredients and snacks in his arms. The first thing he sees when you open the door to let him in is two identical twin boys clinging to you, all of you covered in flour. 

You let him in, "We were just baking," you tell him awkwardly. You had flour in your hair, on your cheeks, your t-shirt, and your arms; for some reason, Osamu's heart quickened in his chest. 

You looked questioningly at the bag in his hands, "Was gonna make onigiri..." he mumbles. Your brothers perked up, "Really?" they asked simultaneously. You chuckled at their voices. It was as if an arrow shot him straight through his heart. He had never heard you could laugh like that. How could you sound so boyish, so cute? 

Nonetheless, Osamu followed you to the kitchen. You picked the boys up and sat them on the counter with a grunt, "Ushah! Now sit tight and lemme work ya lill' runts!" you playfully scold them. Osamu blinked, who were you? He didn't know this Y/n at all; the Y/n he knew spoke quietly and never uttered more than three words at a time, he especially did not make that fuckin' cute grunting sound. 

He unloaded the items onto the counter next to you, he leaned closer to look into your bowl, "What're you makin'?" he asked. "Cookies," you reply. "I saw it online, wanna try it out."

You were busy working on your dough, animatedly interacting with your brothers, as Osamu rolled the onigiri, stealing little glances at you. He was caught completely off guard when he heard you laugh loudly at something your little brothers did, his face flushed as he looked at you, you sounded so different, so charming, your face looked so handsome and cute. He was seeing things he never noticed before, like how one of your incisors was sharper than the other and like despite being big and strong, your hands were so beautiful and so attractive in the way they delicately dealt with the food. "Osamu! yer squeezin' the rice too hard!" oh shit! He turned the rice ball into mulch.

After cleaning up, eating and playing with the boys, you found yourself seeing Osamu off at the door at the end of the day. "Sorry 'bout my brothers," you say as you nervously rub the back of your neck. "Don't worry 'bout it," he replies softly and places his hand on your head shocking both you and him. He retracts it quickly, "I-I had fun, see ya later," he says and hurriedly walks away.

"Ya had fun?"Atsumu asks him when he finally gets home and buries his face in his pillows. "Fuckin' cute..." Osamu mumbles to himself. "What?" Atsumu asks, not really catching what his brother said. "Shaddup," he replies. "YOU PICKIN' A FIGHT ASSHOLE?!!" 

DAICHI

You and Daichi were neighbours. He knew you since you two were little so he knew you had trouble getting along with others and you mostly kept to yourself. He was the only exception, but even with him, you never spoke much.

Both of your parents were close friends as well, and both of your younger siblings were more or less in the same age group.

You often looked after all the children when the grown-ups had to go out since Daichi had club activities that ran pretty long on most days. The kids loved you, though Daichi found it hard to believe that such a quiet and reserved guy could entertain a bunch of hyperactive kids.

Today as well, you were in charge of taking care of the children as the adults left to go enjoy Friday. You were in the Sawamura household with the children, Daichi was still at practice.

On his end, Daichi felt relieved that practice ended early today and coach Ukai allowed them to go home. After buying his teammates pork buns he made his way home.

What he came home to caught him off guard, you were sitting on the couch with a storybook in your hands as the kids all sat in front of you on little cushions; you were reading to them, doing all the voices quite animatedly.

All of you heard him enter the house. The kids ran to him and swarmed around him, greeting him. "Y/n onii-san was reading a story to us!" his little sister exclaims. "Is that so?" "Wanna join us?" your brother asks him. "Sure."

Daichi took a seat beside you, you nod at him in a greeting. He rolls his eyes, "Hello to you too."

As you continued the story, the kids demanded that Daichi should do the voices as well. "I'm the wizard and the dragon," you tell him. "You have to be the princess and the parrot." Daichi groaned, "They're both very high pitched, I literally cannot do that!" You shrugged, "Not my problem."

As you continued the story and did your voices, Daichi kept his eyes on you, in all the years he had known you, this was the first time he had seen this side of you. Honestly, this bright personality suited you.

Soon his turn came, you scooted closer to him so you could share the book. "Oh no, I'm trapped in the tower," he started in his usual voice, all the kids whined, "Onii-chan! You have to do the voice!" his sister scolded him. Daichi sighed, "Help me!" he cried out the dialogue in a much higher pitch. "Pfft!"

He turned to glare at you and yell but his words got caught in his throat, your shoulders were shaking in a silent laugh, your hand on your mouth. Your eyes met his, they were so bright and looked so cheerfully youthful, so different from your usual look of guarded emotions. His breath hitched and he felt his face grow warmer as his heart did somersaults in his chest. 'It's the embarrassment,' he tried to convince himself. 

He didn't know that he was staring that long until you nudged his knee with yours and pointed at his next line. Daichi cleared his throat and read it in a high pitch voice.

After the story was finished, the kids were sitting together and eating their snacks. Daichi slumped against the back of the couch, deep in thought, did his heart race because of you or the embarrassment?

"Hey," he looked up, you were standing over him, a glass of water in your hand. He sat up and gratefully took the drink from you, his fingers lightly brushed against yours and he felt his heart jolt in his chest. You didn't seem affected at all. 'It was because of you after all.'

"Thanks for playing along, man," you say in your usual reticent tone. Daichi shook his head and chuckled, "Like I had a choice," you chuckled at that.

From that moment onwards, Daichi was hyper-aware of everything you did, the way you looked in your uniform, the way your features were so boyish and young looking, the way your lips moved when you spoke.

Daichi cursed himself for having a crush on his childhood friend who also happened to be a guy; he needed to get over it fast so you wouldn't find out, afraid that you would distance yourself out of disgust if you ever got to know his feelings. Until then, however, he was going to hang around you as much as he could, just so he could admire you a little more before the crush wore off.

Spoiler alert! It never wore off and you found out.

[deploythegayrrison]

Relief | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader (self indulgent fluff)

Here is my submission for the BNHArem server collab. This month we were challenged to take a break and spend time with our favourite BNHA character(s).

Look at the BNHArem SnapShot masterlist [here] to see everyone’s wonderful submissions!

❤️ Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

❤️ Word Count: 1,487

❤️ Warnings: Talk about chronic pain/illness, very slight angst, self-doubt, doubting partner

❤️ Kirishima is aged-up and a pro-hero in this fic

Reader is having a bad pain day and Kirishima takes care of them like the wonderful boyfriend he is.

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“Hey babe, I’m home” you hear Kirishima call from the front door of your apartment. The two of you had been living together for a few months now, and you had no complaints on your end. He was the perfect boyfriend and the perfect housemate. The only thing you found difficult was that after so long of living alone, you had gotten used to being able to hide away on particularly bad pain days without worrying about making anyone else, well, worry. Luckily you hadn’t had many really bad days since living together so hiding it was pretty easy.

Kirishima knew about your chronic pain, and he never made you feel ashamed of your needing to be extra careful with yourself; and he was always particularly gentle with you anyways too. You had known that the day would come where he would see you curled in on yourself, face covered in dried tears, and staring at the wall in the dark confines of your shared room, but you had hoped to have been able to avoid it for a bit longer.  You knew that there was no way he would judge you for your ragged appearance, and he certainly wouldn’t think you were weak, but you were embarrassed all the same. So you said nothing and hoped he would assume you were napping and pass the bedroom by.

“Babe? What are you doing just laying in the dark?” His voice is soft as he walks in and kneels beside you on the bed. Ah. No such luck.

You glance into his eyes and are met with worry. You think about outright lying; telling him that you’d just laid down to have a nap since it was your day off. You opted to just say “I’m just feeling a bit off today, Kiri, nothing to worry about” with a forced smile. His face showed that he knew there was more to it than that but didn’t want to pry. It was when he placed a hand on your arm with a little too much force causing you to wince that it clicked what was wrong.

“Oh babe I’m sorry! It’s a bad pain day, isn’t it?” He asks with concern in his voice and you nod into your pillow; face hot with shame at him seeing you like this.

He hummed softly, noticing you were still in pyjamas from last night meaning you likely hadn’t been out of bed much if at all. It didn’t even look like you’d changed positions since he’d left for work that morning. You felt the bed shift as he stood up and made his way out of the bedroom without a word. Tears pin pricked at your eyes; was he ashamed of you for having stayed in bed all day? Was he mad that you hadn’t been up to wash the plates from last nights dinner that you’d both agreed could wait until the next day since you had both been exhausted? Did he think you were weak? On another day you would have shot those thoughts down before they even surfaced; Kirishima was the last person you could imagine thinking those things. You’d never felt more loved and appreciated in your life than you did with him. But right now your mind was so tired from trying to drown out the constant throbbing pain and ignore the sharp feel of lightening jolting through your neck when you least expect it to be able to squash what you knew were unreasonable thoughts.

Just as you were about to spiral into a whirlwind of what-if’s you hear the steady thud of Kirishimas feet padding back into the room, sounding slightly unbalanced. When you glance up you see him smiling down at you, arms filled with barely balanced armful of heating pads,a soft ice pack,  a glass of water in one han, his pinky and ring finger curled in on what you assumed was painkillers of some sort. The other hand was holding a bowl of soup, and two jello cups were nestled in the crook of hos elbow. He looked, frankly, comical, trying to juggle so many things on his own. It really did look like he was about to drop something, but as soon as you moved to get up and help him he immediately insisted that you stay put. Bending down slowly, he managed to place the soup, water, and jello cups on the bedside table before placing down the ice pack and heating pads on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“Babe… What is all of this?” You ask and he grins widely.

“Well, I figured you hadn’t been able to eat today and you so you probably haven’t had any painkillers or water either. But I didn’t know if you wanted more of a meal or just a snack so I brought both. I also didn’t know if you would prefer heating pads or ice packs, so I also just brought both of those too! Now let’s get you sat up so I can take care of you.” He put his arm behind your back for support as you slowly made your way into a seated position.You open your mouth to talk but he’s got painkillers and water in your hands before you have a chance; ushering you to take them.You do and then reach over to grab the bowl of soup. He was right, you hadn’t eaten today, and while you hadn’t realized before now, you really were hungry. Kirishima beamed as you took slow spoonfuls into your mouth, blowing on each bite. Beside you he starts to plug in the heating pad for you, but your voice stops him.

“Actually, Kiri… the heating pad sounds nice and all, but maybe you could just lay with me instead?” He was basically a blast furnace himself and nothing sounded more comforting to you than his warm embrace. Pausing from his kneeling position, he looked up at you and blinked confusedly for a moment before his face lit up and he pushed all of the hot and cold pads off of the bed.

“Of course I can, babe! You finish up that soup and I’ll get into my pyjamas too.”

You watch him quickly shed his hero uniform until he’s down to his briefs, admiring his toned back littered with scars from years of hero work. He is so handsome, you think as you swallow the last spoonful of soup and place the bowl beside you next to the jello containers. The bed dips as Kirishima crawls in beside you. He lays on his side, arms open and welcoming—waiting for you to crawl into them. And you do. You slowly slot yourself into his arms,face buried in his chest and one arm wrapped around his torso to pull him as close to you as possible. Being surrounded by his warmth instantly made your body go limp, your muscles finally giving you a moment of peace. Of course the pain killers and food probably contributed to the slow dulling of pain, but your boyfriends embrace felt the most soothing of all. A stray tear made its way out of your eye and you snuggled your face further into his chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but you feel his grip tighten slightly and he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, Kiri…”

“Hmm?” You feel him hum in response.

“Thank you for everything… I love you so much.”

He presses a kiss into your head and replies “I love you more.”

You felt so blessed, and a little ashamed that you had doubted him earlier. The love you felt for him was more than you could put into words. He really was the perfect boyfriend.