#i haven't made gifs in ages but i wanted to do something for his birthday

[catabasis]

Happy Birthday to Ben Willbond! (January 18, 1973)

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part One: My Boyfriend's Father

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

It was 15 months ago when you first met the man who, unbeknownst to you, would eventually become the center of your disastrous life and that man was not your current boyfriend Maximilian Murphy, a twenty-two-year-old Irishman from Dublin.

You had been going out with Max for about a year when you met the man who changed everything for you and, whilst Max was almost an entire year younger than you, you had both met at London's top medical school after he had transferred from Trinity College. 

Max was energetic, confident and intelligent. He was popular with the girls and, although you were drawn to him because of his sense of humor and easygoing nature, it was quite obvious to you that he was much less serious about life in general than you were. 

After a year of non-serious dating, Max eventually told you that he was taking you to Dublin for his father's 46th birthday and it was then when you first laid eyes on him. Cillian Murphy, your boyfriend's father. 

The name "Cillian Murphy" didn't ring any bells for you at the time as you had never seen any of his films, but now, 15 months later, you knew everything that there was to know about him due to the publicity his movie Oppenheimer had received in recent weeks. 

You went to see the movie too with some friends and whilst you had broken up with Max about a year earlier, you happened to recall the weekend you shared with him and his family in Dublin. 

Both Cillian and his wife Danielle made you feel welcome when you arrived with their son Max late on a Friday afternoon at their large Victorian townhouse near the coast, just outside Dublin.

The house was decorated with tasteful modern furniture and a collection of modern art hung on the walls. The living room featured large windows overlooking the sea with heavy curtains blocking the view when needed.

You spent most of Saturday relaxing by the pool with Max, swimming and sunbathing before enjoying a dinner prepared by Danielle for her husband's birthday.

As you sat down at the table, Cillian seemed distracted, and it wasn't until the second glass of wine that he asked you more about yourself and your aspirations.

"So, what do you want to specialize in?" he asked and you looked down at your plate and replied softly, "I haven't decided yet. I think I might enjoy working in pediatrics."

"Working with children can be emotionally demanding," Cillian said, "but I am sure it's  incredibly rewarding," he then went on to say before acknowledging that Max had told him that you were at the top of your class. 

"It sounds like you have a bright future ahead of you," he told you and your heart fluttered a bit as you heard his voice, deep and resonant, filled with warmth and confidence. It was a contrast to Max's playful teasing, something about which made you feel comfortable and safe.

Danielle, Cillian's wife, chimed in with a question for you, "What got you interested in medicine in the first place?" she asked. You paused for a moment, considering how best to explain such a complex answer.

"Well, my dad was a doctor, so healthcare was a part of our household growing up," you began thoughtfully. "But the real turning point came during high school when I visited a friend who was hospitalized with leukemia. Her doctors and nurses took such great care of her, and it really opened my eyes to the impact that medicine could have on people's lives."

Cillian nodded along, seemingly genuinely interested in your response.

"That's amazing," he murmured. "You are genuinely empathetic and that's a good trait to have, especially as a doctor," he went on to say with a smile and you couldn't help but blush slightly under his intense gaze. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through you, making you feel vulnerable in a way you hadn't felt before. But instead of feeling uncomfortable, you found yourself strangely drawn to him. There was something magnetic about him, something that made you want to spend more time with him despite the fact that he was twice your age.

The day after his birthday party, while you were lounging around the poolside, you couldn't help but notice Cillian looking at you intently from across the lawn. His eyes held a mysterious glint, a curiosity that seemed to grow stronger every minute.

As if sensing your presence, he approached you and started a friendly conversation. The topics ranged from movies to books, and even personal interests. It was a pleasant surprise finding out that both of you shared a love for Jazz before Max pointed out to you that Jazz music was for "old people", causing Cillian to laugh.

The sound of Cillian's laughter was soothing and comforting.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as adrenaline surged through your veins. You tried to compose yourself, focusing on the casual exchange of small talk, hoping to distract yourself from the strong attraction you felt towards your own boyfriend's father.

But no matter how hard you tried, those enchanting blue eyes kept drawing you back in. The subtle smell of his cologne lingered in the air, filling your senses with a mix of excitement and shame.

Luckily for you however, on Sunday morning, Max and you travelled back to London, leaving behind the memory of the lingering gaze that Cillian gave you as you boarded the plane while, in hindsight, you realized that Cillian's gaze did leave something behind - a seed planted between the lines of your otherwise innocent encounter.

In the months that followed, you found yourself thinking about Cillian more often than you expected and, unfortunately for Max, at the same time as fantasizing about his father, you became more and more annoyed by his immaturities. 

And then, one evening, after another argument between you and Max over whether you should go clubbing or stay in and study, you finally snapped.

"This isn't working out anymore, Max," you told it him straight. "We need different things in life and we would be better off breaking up now rather than prolonging something that won't work long term," you told Max, sitting on the bed of his dorm room, causing his chin to drop.

"You don't mean it," he said, sounding shocked.

"Yes, I do," you said firmly as you looked away from him, knowing that he wouldn't understand why you couldn't go on like this.

"No, please, give me another chance. We can make this work," Max pleaded, moving closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm.

"No, Max, I've made up my mind," you said firmly, avoiding his pleading eyes.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before Max would come to terms with the truth, but you also knew that the process would be painful for both of you.

Max moved closer, grasping your hand gently. "Maybe we just need to communicate better," he suggested, his eyes full of hope. "I love you, you know. I am happy to try anything," he continued but you shook your head.

You pulled your hand away, fighting back tears. "I just... I can't anymore, Max," you whispered quietly. "We tried to make it work several times, but our expectations are quite different. I am taking university serious, but you are not. You have different interests and I think that you would be better of with someone else," you confessed, averting your gaze.

"But... but, what about the future? What about us?" Max stammered, desperation seeping into his tone. You remained silent, allowing the silence to hang heavily between you two. Finally, you took a deep breath.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," Max pleaded, his voice quivering. "We have been together for a year, surely we can find a way to make it work. I promise."

You shook your head sadly, unable to meet his desperate gaze.

"We are both still young and year is nothing if you are in your early twenties. I'm sorry, Max," you managed to whisper, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I think it's best if we end things here."

He let out a choked sob, his face crumpling. "Please," he implored, clutching onto your wrist. "Don't leave me like this."

But you couldn't stand it any longer, pulling your arm free. "I need space, Max," you said sharply, rising to your feet.

"I need to focus on myself and my studies right now," you told him while, deep down inside, you knew that something was missing, something was holding you back from fully committing to your relationship.

And it wasn't long before fate intervened as, just over year after your breakup with Max, you ran into Cillian again at a jazz concert in London...

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[baby-alien11]

Online haters (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

This idea came to me while I was at the gym suddenly thinking on the words that my classmates on elementary and intermedia school used to say to me (I was a victim of bullying and the school didn't do a thing, fortunately I switched schools in my last year of intermedia school), and I used that awful experience as inspiration

The next chapter will be posted on my birthday (is in may, I'm a taurus)

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something feels off about this relationship

maybe this is for publicity

yeah, besides she isn't THAT pretty

she doesn't seem as in it as Jack does

she looks a little fake, don't get me wrong, she seems nice but...

maybe she is with him for fame

she's a nepo baby, you know how they are

That were some of the replies you saw on a tweet that appeared in your timeline during the night when you openned Twitter due to not be able to sleep, a part of you wanted to report the tweet for spam but the other wanted to keep reading the rest of the replies

That was the part that won

Reply after reply was more hurtful than the other, seeing people doubting your relationship with Jack and posting "proofs" just increased your sadness

The caption that made you burst into tears was a whole thread called "proofs that Y/N and Jack's relationship is fake"

Since you entered the world of social media at the age of thirteen, you knew that the hate comments were a daily thing, you saw it when you spend summers in the Riverdale set on how most of the cast commented having them or the way Melissa recieved them after Scream 5, but you didn't know how it felt

Until now...

Deciding that you've seen enough of that, you turn your phone off to get to sleep but you still couldn't because anytime you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was all that tweets again and again

During the whole night you only played with baby dragon Jake while looking at your celling, noticing it was a new day when the door of your room was openned by your father

"Good morning, tornado", Skeet greeted entering the room to open the curtains, "You woke up early?"

"I couldn't sleep", you sighed sitting in your bed

"What? Why?", Skeet answered sitting in your bed, "What happened?"

Without saying a word, you took your phone to open Twitter and show him the tweets that you saved, for the next minutes you saw how your father's face scrunched in anger for the words on the screen

"How did you find these?", Skeet interrogate you returning the phone to you

"Last night after videocalling Jack, I couldn't sleep and I went into Instagram and then Twitter, and after scrolling for a while, they appeared in my timeline"

"You know, the people who write this kind of stuff, are jealous and they don't know what to do with their lives, so they just spread hate everywhere, and we don't listen to them or take them seriously, understood?"

"Yes dad, but I sill feel awful, why the sudden hate? All my life I've been your little shadow and I haven't done anything controversial or bad"

"I know, but people like to hate on people who are gainning relevance, and you kid, are on the way to become one of the best VFX make up artist in the industry"

"You think?"

"In the five classes that you already had, I can see awards in your future"

Feeling emotional, you hug your dad at what he responded in the same way tightening the hug

"Hey, today is my flight to go to the convention, but I don't want to leave you alone after this"

"My passport expired last week, mom lives in London, and Jakob and Naiia are travelling"

"Kid, let me find a solution, just get up from bed and go get some breakfast, listen to your old man"

Laughing for his last comment, you were about to get out of your bed your phone started to sound at the notifications of a few messages making you smile because you knew who was sending them

my champ

BABYYYYYYY

WAKE UP

IT'S A NEW BEAUTIFUL DAY

my beautiful girl

good morning love

are you already on the set??

my champ

since five in the morning

I can't believe it's snowing in the middle of april

I wish you were here

my beautiful girl

I wish I was there with you too

That's what I get for not checking my passport

my champ

hey, are you feeling well?

your texts feel a little off

For a moment you consider to tell him about the tweets but you didn't want to distract him from the filming of his new movie

my beautiful girl

yeah, it's just that I didn't slept too much

I had a little insomnia

my champ

you should sleep a little after getting breakfast

to feel better

my beautiful girl

definetely I'm going to take that advice

my champ

and if I have free time during that we could facetime

my beautiful girl

yes to everything

my champ

it's a date

Smiling for the conversation, both of you continued chatting until he was called to film

"Kid, pack a suitcase for four days", Skeet announced appearing in your door with his phone on hand

"What? Dad, my passport is expired"

"I already know that, you are going to stay in Anna's house"

"I thought she was with Jack on Canada", you frowned

"I talked to her, she said she needed to come back for work, so you are staying with her until I come back, now get up and pack your things"

Finnally getting up from bed, you change into some of you regular clothes with Jack's favorite pink hoodie on top, to start packing some clothes, personal stuff plus your laptop and the materials to keep practicing your VFX make up on you

Once your suitcase and backpack were ready, both of you went to the car that was waiting to take them to their destinies

Thankfully, Jack's house wasn't so far from yours so after a thirty minute drive, the car stopped in the driveway where Anna was already waiting in the entrance

After getting your luggage and saying goodbye to your dad, you walk towards the house meeting with Anna in the middle

"Hi angel", Anna greeted while hugging you, "Skeet told me you weren't feeling well, want to talk about it?"

"Hi Anna", you responded, "Yeah, I would like to"

When your things were inside Jack's room, you and Anna went to the kitchen where the both of you started to make breakfast

"So, what happenned?", Anna asked while the waffles were being cooked

"Some nasty tweets about me that I found last night", you sighed

Taking your phone out, you entered to Twitter and showed her the tweet with all the responses

"Honey, I don't want to read them because I know that everything they say is false", Anna said causing tears to start pooling in your eyes, "You are one of the most wonderful girls that I've ever known, and I'm glad that you are in mine and Jack's lifes, have you told him about this situation?"

"We talked earlier but I didn't told him, I know he's filming and I don't want to distract him, he's excited about this role"

"You'll have to tell him at some point"

"I know, it's just that I don't want to distract him"

"If you don't tell him, I will", Anna joked serving the waffles

Laughing for that phrase, you help to bring the rest of the things to the table for breakfast

After finishing breakfast and helping to clean the kitchen, you went to Jack's room to unpack some things and have the nap that he suggested early in the morning, including the facetime that both of you agreed to do

"There she is", Jack exclaimed making you smile, "Wait, is that my room?"

"Yeah, dad didn't want to left me alone while he's at the convention because I didn't felt good, so he talked to your mom and here I am"

"Is because you didn't slept all night?"

"Yeah, and I didn't slept for some things that I read", at that point you felt tears starting to fall out of your eyes which you tried to clean, "Some tweets about me, about us"

"Baby..."

"There's no death threats fortunately, but it still feels awful to read those things"

"You are none of the horrible things that people say on the internet, you are the sweetest and most gorgeous girl I've ever met, and I'm happy that we were the only minors during Scream 6", that phrase made you laugh, causing Jack to feel proud for getting a smile from you, "Don't let those type of comments get to you, they don't know how you are, they don't know you how the people who love you does, like I love you"

"I love you too", you smiled

Seeing how your eyes were closing due to the lack of sleep, Jack convinced you to take the nap he suggested, staying in the videocall the whole time, even reading a fairy tale with fun voices causing you to laugh loud, until during the second story you finnaly managed to fall asleep

When Jack noticed that you were asleep, he took a screenshot because he tough you looked cute sleeping while hugging baby dragon Jake, before hanging up to enter Instagram and post something about the theme

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jackchampion I remember the first time I saw Y/N, it was during the welcome reunion before fimlimg Scream VI, we were the only "kids" in there and we started talking, at that moment I realised that she was chaotic, good soul and heart, the purest vibes that I ever felt, kind, humble, gorgeous, cares about every living being, intelligent, creative and much more adjectives that aren't enough to describe how wonderful she is

Seeing the girl you love crying over nasty tweets about her and about our relationship was heartbreaking, she doesn't deserve any of that, she doesn't bother anyone, she doesn't mess with anyone, nobody should suffer things like this because some of you think things that are completely false

So, pelase, if you are one of the people who posted those tweets or responded to them, delete it, because you are messing with the mental health of someone I love

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[stormblessed95]

https://twitter.com/kookmoons/status/1725211298055540922?t=y8eiFUeoldfYjAtN8EqMzg&s=19

Just wanted to share this post where we can clearly see these two posts are two days apart. Now in the first ss it's the picture yg posted on his story saying they all met and vmin left 10min before taking the picture. And the next ss is when one day jm randomly commented on weverse "i miss you" and jk replied "me too" and just min later jk went live.

Many were confused if he's saying"miss you too" to armys or to jm but we got our answer as soon as he started his live where he actually named the live something as him watching jm's suchwita ep. And so he went on watching 1.5 hrs live jm's content where he also listened to few here n there random songs. But the live was dedicated to park jimin. Thing is he literally was pretty much quite while watching the ep only made few comments. Asked armys not to comment Cause he's not gonna or not reading comments and he was pretty much quite while watching the ep and as soon as the ep ended he himself said that "i didn't even talk much" meaning he was concentrated on the ep mind you the first ever suchwita ep he watched (said by jk himself). We all know jk can't concentrate on something he's not interested in.

The reason i posted is many many times i see jkkrs and antis going havok whenever jm says "i missed you" to jk they think it's a sign that they didn't meet e/o in ages and that's why he said that so in this case we can clearly see all of them met on 25th march and jk commented "me too" on 27th and in reply to that comment jm said to him "I'll meet you soon, and your live was cute" so from that we can clearly see that even if jk and jm meet e/o daily they can still somehow miss e/o. That live was definitely because he was missing jm cause he was just watching jm's content only and wasnt interacting much with armys which he should have done if he was missing armys actually but no he was missing jm and hence the live. He himself asked armys not to comment in this live when he usually reads comments in all of his lives so this live was definitely for armys. Another beautiful thing was that he was sleepy yet he stayed and watched many of jm's content (which he's done only for him atleast until now). later on jm's live even he said that why was he even watching my videos when he was sleepy and should have slept.

There's another case which is from 2021 jm's birthday live. So jm went to busan for 1-2 days (he said he went to busan or something) and he went live on his birthday from jk's studio and when he called jk to join him cause he felt awkward doing live after many months so what we see is jk entering his studio right in 1 single minute after jm called him and jk was busy doing gym he still went to jm right in one min after he called him. So when jk enters the first thing jm says is "i missed you" now mind you we have seen it in DVD behind that that was the day they were practising we have clips of that day of them practising that means they met before jm's live i mean of course Cause jm must have asked jk to give him his studio for sometime to do a live so they must have met before the live BUT as soon as jk enters that's the first thing jm says...that he missed jk.

Another example is jk's birthday in 2020 where jm made a post saying "it's nice seeing you after not seeing you for some time" and he was there(in paris) only for like 4 days or something.

What I'm trying to tell by this long ass post is that just because jm said "i missed you or miss you" doens't always mean that they haven't met e/o for months it's just means jm misses jk even if he doens't sees him for some time. He can miss jk even if he met jk 1 hr before that's how their bond is. That's how attached they are. That's how close they are. So next time when you see jm saying to jk that i miss you make sure to remind yourself of these moments (I'm not at all saying that's always the reason but I'm giving another point of view based on their previous conversations/moments)

Anon I wish I knew who you were because lowkey you were inside my fucking head. It's weird. Don't do it again 🥴🥰😂🤣 *I say lovingly* honestly though, I literally this morning before work was thinking about this EXACT TOPIC. And starting thinking about "plot points" aka examples to bring up to prove my point. You wrote it differently than I probably would have. We ARE different people and therefore use different diction and have slight thought variations. ... lol but basically you wrote the post for me. Thanks. I appreciate it!

I'll just add that I too, whine about missing my partner terribly whenever we are apart for like 5 hours. And I tell them "I miss you" all the time when we are apart. And we LIVE together and spent like 90% of all our time together 🤣 it's FULLY believable to think they had a meal together and are texting each other even a few hours later "I miss you" for me. Lol

Things definitely aren't as melodramatic as people make it out to be for sure. It's just really stinking cute. At least for me. And for this anon who decided to share my brain today. 🤣 thanks for your rant/post anon!

[popculturebuffet]

Donald Duck 90th Birthday Special: A Look At Mr Duck Steps Out

Happy Birthday Donald! For those I haven't had a chance to tell, i'm a HUGE Donald Duck Fan. Easily my faviorite Disney Character and the best of the sensational six.... which Pluto is a part of for some godforsaken reason but you didn't hear to come me badmouth a cartoon dog, I didn't come here to do that, it's time to celebrate one of the best characters in all of ficiton. And that's not hyperbole: Donald is a versatile character: he's been the best dad ever, an absuive parent, a put upon dad raising three horrifying nephews, a loving boyfriend, a negelctful ass, a put upon worker in the nazi regime, a sailor, a soldier, a cabllero, a singer, a lover, a dreamer, me, an unstoppable force of rage, a heavily abused worker for a billionare, a fire fighter, a musketeer, owen an ostrich, owned a penguin, fought an elder god, been to the moon and back, reawakened a billionare's will to live, been a superhero, been in a collectable card game, had a goose eat everything in his kitchen and many more adventures i'm simply not aware of. Donald has done it all.

Donald is at his best though when he's the every man: he fucks up, get's frustrated and often fails, but keeps going anyway. He reminds us that failure or loosing your temper isn't the end, you can recover from it and even if you don't, that's life.

To Honor Him I was spoiled for choice with tons of Barks stories, a ducktales episode, and a quack pack episode that all fit.. but for 90 years, I wanted something special, something that captured the age of the character, the scope of what he's capable of and the humor all in one.

So I settled on this: I covered this short way back in my donald duck shortsravagangza years ago, but felt it deserved a closer look: This short is without a doubt my faviorite theatrical short. That is a large library and given my love of Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry, a tall order, and others certainly come close. I mean I bought a 40 short compliation called best of space jam just to get Hot Cross Bunny, it's a close race.. but it's one this short wins. It's got great timing, gorgeous animation and tons of great laughs and while it's throughly tied to the 40's it was born in, that creates an old fashiond charm to it. It's far and away one of disney's best cartoons ever, so if you please, join me under the cut to find out why.

Mr Duck Steps out came out in 1940 and is notable as the very first apperance of Daisy, and with an opener like this, it's easy to see why she stuck around.

It's also got a power house team behind it: Besides Disney's fantastic as always staff from them, it was directed by Jack King. Jack is someone I just really looked into and shame on me: With how much I love this short, I shoudl've done this way sooner because as it turns out King's career is drenched in Donald Duck Classics. King started his career as an animator, only moving up to director after leaving Disney to work at Warner Bros. His first efforts were the much malinged Buddy Cartoons, along with a few starring attempted star beans the cat.

Thankfully he moved back to Disney which not only bumped him up to director (Albeit uncredited because animation directors went uncredited back then which was awful), where he found his Niche: By then Donald Duck had started his solo career and King proceeded to direct most of his shorts from then on out exclusivley worked witht he duck.. and it was a match made in heaven. King perfectly got the duck's style, how to direct his temper and thus most of his shorts with donald are classics. A few duds from the ones of his I have seen but you can't win em all. He directed faviorites of mine such as Modern Inventions (His first Donald Duck Short), Donald's Ostrich, and the Hockey Champ and i'm defintely going to watch more

The other key to his success was another legend, the guy who made Donald what he is on screen and page Carl Barks. Yes something I often forget and the public at large seems to is Carl Barks was writer and story director on a LOT of Donald Duck Shorts. You can tell too as the more put upon everyman from his comics is present: He may not speak as much, but he's there. Barks really got how to bring out the best in donald and how to make him look good and with an all star team of animators. Combine him with a director who really got the character and you get magic.

Mr Duck Steps out Preemered on June 6th 1940, making this a celebration of it's 84th anniversary as well , if a few days late. It was distributed by RKO and other than that I don't have much. This short is great, I wish I knew more about it, let's begin.

The short has a simple setup: Donald in a banger outfit that's rightfully gotten a funko in Disney's 20th anniversary wave... which so far is donald doing a temper tantrum, in his black sailor suit from the comics, in this banger outfit and for some reason, with heart eyes. One of these things is out of place and it's the heart eyes. It's cute and all but the guy has a massive career and costumes to pull from. Come on.

At any rate Donald has a date tonight and does some really fun dancing to some 40's music. The dancing animation is REALLY fucking smooth and one of the best things this short has, with the moves being smooth as butter.

Unfortunately for him, his Nephew's want to tag along. I love them dancing right behind him and when he opens the door and realizes there there, using his cane like a hook to pull them back in the house.

Huey , Unsettling Yellow Dewey and Louie are prominent here and while I used to hate the classic versions for being identical i've mostly come around. I still PREFER that they have seperate distinct personalities, the Ducktales Reboot versions are still far and away the best, taking elements from different versions and separating them into three distinct people with designs that make it easy to tell them apart.

That said the three in one version CAN work: It worked in the comics as having three gave them more flexiblity and Scrooge more of a crew, yet characterization wise still fill just one slot, making a freudian trio with their uncles. Likewise they work very well when their the absolute worst, little hellions who are like living in a living nightmare and put their uncle through a LOT. There the numbers game means Donald can't beat them easily. It also works in more benign examples of showing him up like the hockey champ.

So for this short it works well that Donald's outnumbered: he rightfully wants a night to himself and while he shoudl've got a sitter, his frustration and antics towards the kids feel entirely understandable when they keep following him, taking his choclates for daisy and nearly getting strangled for it, back when that was a funny punchline and not child abuse.

Enter daisy complete with fan fare. I've always loved it, the fact she has a curtain to announce herself, the fact there's this random fan fare, the fact the fan fare dosen't land as much as this isn't a new character to modern viewers so much as "One of the core cast for 84 years now". I also love Donald's rebound of "Hehehe I brought my nephews, weh". Clarence Nash's delivery is great. His delivery as Daisy and the boys also works and feels mostly distinct, though I do get why June Foray and Tress MacNeile have both dubbed over him in some versions. I still go with the original but I get wanting a voice that actually sounds like daisy and not exactly like her boyfriend.

Donald gives the kids a quarter for ice cream, another delivery I love. While Tony Anselmo is my faviorite Donald, Nash really can't be understated: while the voice itself is impressive, how expressive he can get with it is remarkable, able to make donald angry, horny or happy as can be with ease. Screen Donald gets flack for not having his comics counterparts range, but I think with the right scripts, Nash gave donald a lot of great comedic range and had excellent timing, able to make what could've been just a goofy voice one of the best characters in animation. That little "heh" when he says he brought his nephews, the awkward way he says it as he's making it up on the spot it's so good.

So Donald gets to flirt with Daisy, who flirts with him with her ass

How they made THIS sexy I don't know. Maybe i've just lost it. It's hard to tell. But it's also funny and Donald sadly dose'nt get a kiss as the little shits return and try to ruin his date because.. their bored? he tried to leave them behind? They have no souls just a styigan void where it would be?

They dance and that's really the bulk of the short as the boys cut in, Donald cuts back in after turning into a tiger, and it's all amazingly animated. Just fluid, gorgeous and hilaroius to look at. Really smooth stuff. I also like how happy and cheerful daisy is here. She still has some of her later pepper in how fast she moves, but I like her being upbeat but assertive over thier later status quo

I love that short but I prefer them as a stable couple over bickering assholes.. or in the case of three Cabs Daisy an ABUSIVE asshole.

It all ends in the boys deciding to feed donald popcorn kernels, have them explode inside him and ... somehow that'd ruin the date. or kill him their fine with either. So we get a really fun climax as donald dances to the beat of the pop corn, daisy rolls with it and the boys play piano, a manequin like a base guitar and plungers. What makes it work best is not only how fun the animatoin is.. but that Donald comes out on top. The boys are pretty awful and Donald is fine to have one night ot himself. Still should've gotten that sitter but .. 40's. What can you do? He gets covered with kisses and wins the day. It's a sweet ending.

Overall this short is just masterful. I said what i could but it's a feast for the eyes ears and pancreas with some great gags, fast animation and is just.. a joy. It makes me happy every time I watch it and is easy to default to when I want to watch a disney short. It's on D+ if you have it in glorious hd and if not you can still find it on the internet archive, and I recommmend you go seek it out. It's only 9 minutes and every one of those is worth your time. Thanks for reading.

[unluckyhoneybee]

You are so mean (Nolan Patrick)

You were mean, but he loved that. Angst+fluff

Note: Mean!Reader. the friends are oc. It's long, it wasn't on my plans but I got carried away.

Warnings: I don't know if there is any, just tell me if you find something.

Nolan opened the door and was greeted by a loud and already drunk Mark. He hugged him and patted his back repeatedly.

"Happy birthday, dude" He told his friend.

"Thank you, man. Where is my gift?"

Nolan rolled his eyes and lifted the beers he had bought. "Only for you. Homemade by some old man"

"You know me"

Nolan walked in and said hi to the others or at least the people he knew. He then walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink. That's the first time he saw you. You were talking so Elsa and Marie. He frowned because he had never seen you around. Or had he? You looked so familiar.

"YN" Georgie simply said. "She was with us in school, then left. She is back in the town now"

It clicked. "She? YN? Didn't she punch you once?"

"Twice"

Nolan laughed and George elbowed him.

"And how has she been? Like, what has she done?"

"Good luck with that"

"What do you mean?"

"To talk to her is harder than to talk to you"

Nolan rolled his eyes but turned to look at her. She was laughing. She seemed nice.

"She is hot" Nolan muttered.

"Her personality takes all the hotness. I don't even think she is interested in anyone at all" Georgie looked up at Nolan once, the twice. "What are you thinking of?"

"She is pretty." Nolan mumbled. He could say way more stuff, but it wasn't George's business. Nolan liked how your hair looked, the clothes you wore and how your hand moved when you spoke.

"50 bucks if you get her to smile"

"She is laughing, dude"

"I mean. She laughs and smile and all. But not at us. Only at them. She only likes Elisa and Marie, she hates everyone else."

Nolan looked at you. "She is not wrong"

"You are an idiot" Georgie said. "50 bucks."

"I don't want your money, George"

"Then what do you want?"

"Her" He said it so confidently that he surprised himself.

George chuckled. "Good luck"

Nolan rolled his eyes. You couldn't be that bad. He was sure he could be worse.

"Don't need it"

He started walking in your direction and Elisa caught him halfway. She lifted her arm and loudly called his name.

"This people know me, no need to shout, Eli" He chuckled.

"Come here, I haven't seen you in ages"

Elisa hugged tight and effusively. She planted a big kiss on his cheek and he groaned. "Enough, Grandma"

You were watching the scene. What was all the fuss about him? You didn't understand.

"Hey, give me some" Marie teased. "How have you been, Patty?"

"Good"

"Only good? You spent like two months away and that's all you have to say" Marie scolded him.

"It was a pleasant experience, Marie" He ironically said with a smirk on his lips.

You were carefully analizing him. You remembered him well, the weirdo with dry sense of humor too obsessed with hockey from your class. You had left quite early but he was already like that. You remember he pulled your braid once. You had watched a couple of his games and heard from him here and there, tragic story for a great younger player. Only thinking of it made you roll your eyes. He probably was so full on himself. As if his story deserved to be told on a movie.

"Anything to tell? Georgie said you were seeing someone"

Nolan rolled his eyes. "He said that, didn't he? Just a hook up. It's over"

You rolled your eyes and Nolan, that had been checking on your reaction, noticed.

"Do I know you?" He was asking on purpose.

You looked at him. "Maybe"

"Well, anything to say?"

"No, nothing. Why? Do you want me to congratulate you on having a hook up?"

Elisa and Marie shared a look. They saw this coming. Both of you would be a bomb together. Everyone on the friend group knew.

"Well, you seem thrilled"

"Oh sure, I am. Very interested on where you put your dick" You said and leaned forward with a big smile. "Tell me more about your passionate sex life. Have you ever made a girl come?"

Nolan tried to not look affected. Not like it really affected him. It was more of a surprise. He didn't imagine you being like that.

"I could teach you" He said. "Do you need lessons?"

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm very satisfied right now"

"You face doesn't tell the same"

Marie gasped. Wrong way, Patty.

"Are you saying that my mood is related to how satisfied I'm with my sex life? Hmhm? Do women moods depend only on sex? We have to be nice to men if they satisfy us? Because sweetheart, let me tell you that half of the nice and friendly women in this room would actually be lying"

Loss of words. That's how he would define himself.

"I wasn't implying anything"

"Oh you were. That's what you meant. Why would you say something like that then? Hmm? You are just like the others, Patty" You said his name on a mock tone.

"Yeah? And how could you know that if you barely know me?"

"Don't need to. I know how you guys are"

"How?"

"Big ego. Full on yourselves. Probably with a too big image of yourself too. Not much empathy and..."

Elise grabbed your hand. Nolan was barely breathing and he was giving you the eyes. He was pissed, so pissed.

"What?"

"We get it"

"Do you? Does he?"

"I get it yeah." He muttered. "You should get your ass out of your head, tho"

You chuckled.

"I'll start getting my head out of my ass"

Nolan blushed violently. He hadn't even noticed he said it wrong. He rolled his eyes.

"Cute rossy cheeks" You had obviously said that video and remember making fun of them when you were a kid.

He said nothing else. He just pinched Marie's cheek and ruffled Eloise's hair, purposely not paying more attention to you. Then, he left.

"That was..." Marie started.

You crossed your arms on your chest.

"I don't like him" You defended yourself.

"You don't know him"

"I don't need to"

"YN..."

"Elise..."

"Just be peaceful. Please."

You rolled your eyes.

"Please"

With a loud sigh, you nodded.

"He can be really nice. He is just... Nolan"

"I'm not going to buy it just because he is a hock-"

"Shit YN. He is more than that. I promise. He is a good guy."

"I don't need a guy"

"We are not asking you to marry him. Just be nice." Marie scolded you.

You looked at the girls and nodded.

Nolan had found a place with the guys and had opened a beer can. But his eyes were looking at you. You were a bitch, yeah. But he actually liked it. Was his ego hurt? A bit, yeah. He was used to the roughness in the ice, but this? You didn't even blink while talking to him. You had gotten him so nervous he even forgot how to speak. It had been arousing but not in a weird way. More like you were interesting, you had that wall around you, you were on defensive mode and had no fear of calling him out (even if some stuff you said was unfounded). He liked that. He liked that you didn't back up. Masochist? Probably.

"Pats" Georgie tapped his shoulder. "The bet is still up. 50 bucks"

Nolan looked st his friend and then at you. "Nah. I said I don't want your money" He took a big sip of his beer. If he was doing this, it wouldn't be because of money or some stupid bet.

"Only want her?"

"A bit more now"

"Now when she has just humiliated you and your rossy cheeks?"

"Don't make me throw you out of the window, Georgie"

"Oh... You liked the mean girl"

Your eyes crossed and Nolan gave you a small smirk, he was ready for more. You rolled your eyes and turned around. Another one. You thought. The one. He thought.

.

.

.

It was supposed to be a nice activity to connect with nature and have a good time, right? Gardering in the front garden, replanting some dead plants, cleaning the bird feeders... No. It was so fucking hot and the flies had decided to go all against you.

Nolan was tired. The past days had consisted on visiting people, meeting friends and having everyone around to see him. He hated to come back only for that. Why couldn't he just say hi and mind his own business? He had a bike and his fishing stuff on the back of the truck and he wanted to go and stay alone for the whole afternoon.

He was driving down the street, the windows were down and the music playing. His eyes were on the road, but he saw a figure having a quite comical fight with a tree. Then, as he got close, he recognized you and had to pull over. Maybe he could tease a bit and have fun. It would be the biggest lie if he said he hadn't thought about you one single time on the past days.

You had seen each other three or four times. Once on the supermarket where Nolan stole the bread you wanted with his tall boy privilege. Another one at Marie's on a pool afternoon. You had made fun of his sunburnt chest and he had flipped you off. But somehow a quick compliment disguised as an insult had made you nervously look around and clear your throat on a hurried search for a remark. For someone so dry, you look cute. It had left you speechless because why the hell would he think you are cute. You gave the complete opposite vibes. You weren't cute. No. Then, when you had all met for dinner and everyone had plotted so you were sitting next to each other. It seemed to be amusing how two people with those personalities did together. You had kept the composure then, but Nolan had tried so hard. He had teased you during the whole night, not a single smile directed to you but still. You didn't want to think of the rush you felt with every comment he made. You didn't want to think about how exciting it was tk have someone matching your energy, someone to challenge you.

At first you didn't hear the engine but then, when you stopped moving, you realized that there was another noise in the background fucking up with what should have been a nice afternoon. You turned around and saw the truck in there. The roll of your eyes was automatic. But so it was the quickening heartbeat. Stupid Patty and his rosy cheeks.

He had his glasses and cap as always and was looking at you with a smile. A smile. A fucking smile. He was smiling at you. It was so exhausting to fight Nolan Patrick.

"Hey" He said.

"Hey" You answered quite annoyed.

"Wow, as nice as always. A pleasure to see you again"

Nolan thought that even when you were all messy, you looked really pretty. It was real, the real YN on big worn-out clothes and dirty hands.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Sailing a boat" You ironically said.

He snorted a laugh and scratched his chin. Would you kill him if he asked what he was thinking?

"What are you looking at?"

"You." He shrugged. "Looking good"

"Fuck you"

"Come with me"

You laughed. Loudly. You were laughing so much.

"Me? No"

"Well, I'm going to the lake. Maybe fish. Ride the bike around..."

You frowned. And he wanted you to go with him?

"Come" He said.

"No" You shook your head. "We have met for dinner with the others"

"Well, okay"

Nolan was going to test you. You were stubborn as hell but he had seen you were interested. Even if it was only a bit. So he pressed the gas and your breath hitched for a second. He truly was going to leave.

It was a stupid move, you took a step forward and he smirked. Blush crept to your face when you realized that the car hadn't moved. Prick.

"Do you have a bike?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "I do"

"Then go and grab it."

Nolan watched you stomping around, washing your hands and grabbing the bike, which was hilarious because you ended up with your bike on the back of his truck and sitting next to him. You pretend to be upset for a bit, but in the end, the only thing he did was help you with the bike. It has all been you choosing to get in the car with him, making him strangely happy.

"Will you be here for long?"

You turned to look at him. He had stayed quiet during the whole time.

"Do you care?"

"Maybe" He smirked and rolled the windows down. The air hit your face and messed with your hair. Nolan chuckled when you scrunched your nose. "Cute"

"Stop. I'm not"

"Okay, you are not"

You stayed silent for a bit and the music filled the car.

"I'm staying for the summer"

He turned with a little smile. He was proud of himself.

"And then?"

"I'm figuring it out. Just as you" You seriously said.

Nolan felt it sink slow. You had paid attention to those conversations. You looked at him.

"Why did you pick me?"

"Because you looked annoyed" He said. "You seemed like you needed a break."

"I'm annoyed now, can I have a break?"

"You are not annoyed. You are the most relaxed I've seen you in ages."

You rolled your eyes. But it was true. You hated it. "It doesn't mean that I lik-"

"Never said that. But here you are"

"Still" You crossed your arms. You knew it was childish. But it was the only way you knew.

You arrived to a parking lot and put the bikes down.

"We are not fishing"

He turned slowly.

"We are"

"I'll ride down to the city again. I'm not letting you kill innocent animals for fun"

"I eat them"

"No need to"

"I need food"

"You can eat other stuff"

"YN"

"Patrick"

"Why do you call me by my surname?"

"Eveyone does"

"No, they call me Patty, Pats, Nols..."

"Patty wants me to call him cute nicknames?"

"You are insufferable, do you know that?"

"Why did you pick me then? You could have left me do my thing alone." Like that, you regained the control.

"I didn't pick you, you got by yourself in my car" And just as quick you lost it.

Nolan was close, he smelled good and looked so handsome today. But that was not the topic.

"You stopped in front of my house and ask me to go"

"But didn't make you"

"But-"

"You came here because you wanted" He winked at you.

"Asshole"

"That's me, mhm" He had stopped caring about what you said about him days ago. He could already see over it.

You scoffed and moved to pull your bike down the truck.

Nolan couldn't believe he was actually biking with you. It was the first time you weren't looking at him with a frown. You were relaxed and the air made your clothes flow around you. You looked really pretty today.

"Hey"

"Won't shut up, will you?"

He found amusing how it was him now on that side. How he was now the talkative one.

"If I can't fish what are we doing?"

"Riding in silence"

Nolan smiled and watch you biking faster to get in front of him. He simply let you go on with it. You seemed happy to be there with him and that was actually pretty good.

The silent lasted for a bit. You had been thinking and enjoying the peace he was giving you. Why were you here? It was better than your garden, you didn't even want to clean the damn garden. Why were you here with Nolan? There wasn't anyone better out there. Actually because you like the thrill it gives you.

"Have you dated hockey players?"

You turned to look at him. Maybe it seemed a bit out of nowhere, but Nolan had been thinking of it.

"No, why?"

"The party. You said you knew us or whatever."

You felt your chest grow tight. You kind of regretted saying those things.

"I was talking about men. In general, you know? I've dated men. Not a hockey player. Baseball, though"

Nolan was serious but he caught up with you and was now biking next to you. You discretely looked at him. He had his eyes on the trail, the hair peaking out of the cap moved with the wind and the shade framed his face. He always wore his sunglasses, but the times you had seen his eyes you had been pretty mesmerized.

"You are staring"

"No"

"Sure" He chuckled.

You looked down at the trail and tried to stay calm. You couldn't feel like this. You couldn't let the feelings grow.

"Hook ups."

"What?"

"You got pissed at me when I mentioned hook up"

"You won't leave it alone"

"No"

"You weren't nice to me either"

"I know that"

"And?"

"What about hook ups?"

"I'm not going to hook up with you"

"I'm not asking you"

"Nolan..."

"YN. You are so mean. You can be so mean. But"

"You don't talk this much on a daily basis, what's gotten into you?"

"Why do you pretend you hate me?"

You gasped and stopped the bike. Which made him groan and stop too.

"I don't pretend I hate you"

"So it's real"

"No"

"No?" He smirked.

You clenched your hand around the handle and your knuckles turned white. He made you feel like no one else. You loved this so much.

"Yet"

Then he smiled. When somone was usually so serious, watching then smile felt like a special thing, it was a moment to treasure. It was something that made you feel proud of yourself. But still, you couldn't stop wondering why he was always like this with you. Why so much teasing? What with those looks and discreet smiles? You were putting to much effort into it, you had been avoiding stuff like this for ages.

"What do you want to know? Spit it, Patrick"

"I want to know what is so horrible about me" Because he was clearly into you and wanted to fix that problem.

"About you? You are just a man"

He wasn't just a man. He had that weird and cryptic aura around him. He was quiet but his voice was deep, he seemed dry and boring but sometimes dropped the best jokes, his sarcasm was actually impressive and made you feel seen, he had the most beautiful eyes and didn't care about being like everyone else. He was just Nolan but Nolan was actually a lot. He was complex and made you want to tear all the layers slowly until you met him whole.

He was staring blankly at you.

"Just a man"

"Mhm" You said. "And all men are the same. I don't care about that not all men shit. I don't care if not all men in the earth are the same because..." You stopped yourself abruptly. Don't open the box. But you wanted to tell him to rant on him and finally let those thoughts run free. "If I tell you, you won't tell anyone because if you do it will be the end of your days"

"My lips are sealed" He said nervously. He didn't want to admit it, but now he wasn't so sure about wanting to know. He knew you could hurt and he already liked you too much.

Then you ran your hands over your hair and took a deep breath.

"Men had played with me. All men in my life have been horrible. Every single man I've been interested in has. They have played with me, they had make me believe things." It was difficult to say those words. Even more if front of him. "I'm not letting that happen again. I'm not going to let anyone treat me like that again, like an object. I'm not being used again. I'm not a toy to play with, to cheat, to fool. No. I built walls, I created an armour to protect myself. And to do that I have to keep everyone away"

Nolan regretted asking. He should have stayed quiet. He should have left you in your garden and not bring this up. You were having a good afternoon and he felt he had fucked it up. He knew there was a reason for your attitude, but he felt like a total asshole now.

"But you..."

"Me?" He looked at you and you swore his eyes sparkled.

"For some reason you are so damn insistent"

He chuckled a bit.

"I'm just a man. But I'm good company. For real, I don't have bad intentions with you"

"Yeah, sure. Great company. You light the room when you walk in" You ironically said. You were thankful he didn't make it huge. You were so happy he didn't got angry at you. But you ignored the bad intentions part because well, how could you answer to that.

"You are so mean" He smiled.

Nolan was a big bundle of feelings and confusion. He was angry at people he didn't even know because of what they did to you. He was angry because it was all their fault. You had those big walls around you.

You rolled your eyes but unexpectedly a smile grew on your lips.

"You are smiling" He mumbled.

"No" You put the biggest fake frown in your face.

That made you two broke down in big laughs, so much that you ended up with tears in your eyes and him grabbing his belly.

Your laugh died first and you were left looking at him. He had taken his cap off and was brushing his hair back. He looked so beautiful.

"Here" You passed him your scrunchie and he looked confused for a second, but soon he had his hair on a half bun. "The turquoise brings up your eyes" You teased him, who blushed furiously. "Okay, rosy cheeks. Let's go"

He followed you quickly and even passed you.

"Asshole, I don't have hockey thighs"

"Your problem"

To say that it was a great ride wasn't enough. You hadn't gone to the place in ages but you remembered exploring those trails as a kid. It was beautiful and so peaceful, there was barely people in there which was the main reason Nolan had to go there.

"I like my alone time" He said.

"Yeah, me too."

He smiled to himself. You had to be for him. Even if you hated his guts (which he didn't believe).

"But having friends it's fine." You muttered. "I don't always want to go out for dinner but when I do I have fun"

"Sure thing" He chuckled.

"What does it mean?"

"That you look like a grumpy old man the whole time!"

Like that, you spent the next hour or so until you reached the parking again. It had been great, you had felt so good, so safe for once. You had talked nonstop and laughed like a kid. You had learnt about him, about these past couple of years and how they affected him. You had opened more about your past and told him a couple of things. It had been all trauma dumping and jokes, what you would do with a really close friend. With someone you wanted in your like for good. It allade you realize that Nolan wasn't that bad. He was a good guy with another wall around him and he wouldn't be him without his dry sense of humor and annoyed looks. Nolan Patrick wasn't that bad and he made you feel things. But it was still scary. You didn't want to get hurt.

"That's the wrong way" You said when he turned left instead of right. With the bikes on the back and tired legs, you were in the car.

"It's still early for dinner. I'm showing you something."

"What?"

"The best spot in the lake"

"You take all the girls there?" You joked, but now that he knew, Nolan could see the insecurity behind your eyes.

"Only my friends the ones who want to fish with me"

You rolled your eyes.

"Jokes apart. I like to take my people there."

Soon, he had arrived to another parking lot. It was just a few meters away from the deck. He told you he liked fishing there because it was really peaceful. But today he was just going to sit there and enjoy.

You both sat on the edge, close but not enough to touch. You could hear birds and insects, the wind making the branches crack and the water splashing softly against the wood. There was no one around.

You leaned back on your hands and moved your feet over the water, barely touching it.

"You know what?" You said after considering it for a bit. It wasn't that bad.

"What?" Nolan turned to look at you. You looked so damn pretty today. The forest air made wonders in you.

"If the end of the world started now, I wouldn't mind having you as a partner" You confessed shyly. Was it something weird to say? Probably. But after all the teasing and hurtful insults you felt the need to tell him. You didn't hate him.

Nolan chuckled but couldn't avoid blushing. Fucking rosy cheeks.

"Is that your way of saying you like me?"

You laughed throwing your head back and he had to keep himself from pulling you for a kiss. He wanted you so much.

"It's my way of saying I don't despise you." You pointed out while turning to look at him. You wouldn't tell him that yes, you liked him a lot. "Of all the annoying people I know, you are the less annoying. One of the less" You bit your lip.

"I'm not annoying."

"You kind of are. You have been following me since we met. You are always looking at me. You always sit close to me... You followed me on Instagram... "

He cleared his throat and looked away. He wouldn't tell you he liked you a lot. But you kind of had already caught him, hadn't you?

"You are interesting" He tried to play it casual.

"Is that your way of saying you are in love with me?" You teased back.

Maybe.

"It's my way of saying I tolerate you"

You fought a smile but he caught the twitch in the corner of your mouth.

"So we are on toleration terms"

You nodded and finally smiled. You looked at the lake, the sun was already going down. You were so comfortable with Nolan that you dropped the walls without even noticing. It felt so strange to let go like this. He had asked you to go with him and you had simply gone, with no second thoughts, no insecurities. You took the bike and went with him. It had been such a nice afternoon that you felt sad only thinking it would end. You didn't want to.

"What are you doing?" Nolan looked up at you with his mouth agape, barely blinking when you had started taking your clothes off. You were getting naked in front of his eyes.

"I'm hot and sweaty"

Your shorts and shirt fell next to him and a second later, you dive into the lake only wearing your panties. Nolan blinked slowly as he watched your figure swimming away under the surface. He swallowed hard and got up too. You were there only in your underwear. And fuck, he had been too stunned to even get a look.

When you came out and turned around, he was shirtless. You smiled to yourself and moved the water around you. He was really pretty. Nolan Patrick had that something.

He looked at you and smirked, then, took his trousers off. Holy hockey body.

"Don't look, perv"

You giggled and turned around. "Better?"

You heard the splash of water that came with his body sinking and only a second later, a hand pulled your foot. You sank with a loud laugh stuck in your throat and bubbles around you.

Under the water, you felt Nolan's fingers on your skin and although the lake was cold, it made you feel warm. They moved up your thigh and then your waist and finally, you both broke into on the surface. You gasped for air and pushed your hair out of your face, same as him, who was laughing. You were incredulously looking at him.

"You did not do that" You said and splashed water on his face.

"I did"

His blue eyes were full of joy and you felt something in your chest knowing it was because of you.

"You are a prick"

"Some people say that, yeah"

His now messy bun was almost falling and your scrunchie was too soft. You reached and Nolan for a second pulled back. But when your fingers threaded on his wet hair and he blushed. It felt good, really good.

"Better" You muttered when his hair fell.

He sank for a second and pushed it back when he came out again. There were drops on his face and he looked perfect under the sun.

"No headache today?" Your voice was soft now. This wasn't the sharp YN he had met. He had done it. He had torn your walls now. After what you had told him, he knew that this one was the real you.

"No. I'm good. It has been a good week."

"That's nice."

"It is"

"W-we should do this more if you feel good"

Well, that is actually a lot more than I expected.

"I thought you didn't want to come" He teased with a smirk.

You shook your head. You were floating and swimming slowly, simply moving around and following each other.

"I had a part to play" You said and your eyes fell a bit. It was the truth and he already knew it.

"No need to do it with me, you know that" He sincerely said.

You nodded. "I know. Same to you"

"I don't..."

"You do. You are a big softie." He smiled. "See? You actually smile a lot"

"I wish I could say the same" He joked. You splashed water. "What's that?!"

"Stop being so sarcastic"

"I can't!"

"See! It starts as a self-defence mechanism and suddenly it's a part of your personality"

You both laughed.

Nolan watched you move around him. "You are really pretty." He mumbled.

You stopped and looked at him. "Don't say that"

"Why? You are" He shrugged.

"I don't like compliments"

"Why?"

"You don't like them either, Nolan"

"I don't mind them. Why don't you like them?"

You looked at him with cold eyes that in the end were also a facade.

"They are never real"

Nolan looked at you for long seconds, trying to decide if it was actually a good idea or not. Yes. It was.

His big hand found your waist and you panted when he moved close. He was so close, he was big, he looked perfect and wow... You were feeling so many scary things.

"They are real now. I'm not one to waste words in bullshit" He said deadpan. "You are beautiful and I think that since I saw you for the first time"

"When we were 5?" You asked weakly trying to be sarcastic and protect yourself from the butterflies in your stomach.

"Actually no. On the party. Left me stunned."

"I treated you like shit."

"You were so mean. But it's kind of your magnetism" He got even closer.

"It's not working then. I was only trying to push you away" You whispered now that his nose was almost touching yours. He was going to kiss you and you were more than happy with it. "I have been doing it with every man I've met recently and it always worked"

He smirked. "Well, it's not working with me"

Nolan's lips captured yours in a heated kiss and your hands automatically flew to his hair. Your fingers threaded through his hair and he groaned.

Before you could notice, Nolan and you were fully wrapped around each other, his hands keeping you close and grabbing your waist, yours on his hair and tilting his head back, your legs around his hips, your chests pressed together,...

It had been ages since you had kissed someone, and by ages you meant years. Your whole armour had also consisted of keeping everyone away. Not even a simple kiss at a party. Nothing. Still, you didn't want to stop kissing him now. It was driving you insane, he was kissing you so good, so deep and passionate. It had your head spiralling down with the pleasure of being kissed. But then Nolan left your lips and travelled to your neck and reality hit. Even when you wanted him so bad and his lips nipping on your skin made you want to moan. Even when all you wanted was him to take you right then.

His eyes opened the moment he felt your hand on his face. Then, your breath hitched and you gently pushed him back. He didn't let go of your body tho, you were still wrapped around him. One of your hands was playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and the other on his jaw made him look up at you.

You said no with your head and he pressed his lips together. You are not doing this to fuck her. You are doing this because you truly like her. Gain her trust, then the rest. He told himself. It's important, Nolan. This is important for you, remember. Not a silly crush. It's big.

"I can't" You whispered.

"It's fine" He muttered in his usual low voice. His nose slowly brushed yours.

For the first time, he saw you fully bare. Your eyes filled with tears and you moved away from him. He simply let you go and watched you swim away. You could hear him sighing. You climbed out of the lake and hugged your chest. Maybe you had fucked up. It had been a nice day and you had fucked up.

If you let him in, you could get hurt again. You were so happy and comfortable around him, which meant that the fall would be even harder. And you couldn't let that happen. But suddenly you wanted it so bad. You wanted more days like this, more kisses, more biking in the forest and swimming half naked in the lake.

Nolan swam slowly and also climbed out. He eyed you quickly, half naked and hugging yourself while sitting on the edge of the deck. There were goosebumps on your skin and he heard you softly sniffing. So he walked to the car and grabbed a flannel he had on the back of it. Then he came back and surprised you by wrapping the soft and dry cloth around your shoulders.

You looked up and Nolan couldn't say if those were tears or just water. But he quietly sat next to you. You hugged the flannel and brought it close to you.

"YN"

"Mhm"

"It's fine."

You looked at him. In the end, he wasn't the big egotistical dick you thought at first.

"Is it?"

He nodded. "I don't want sex"

You frowned. "Don't you?"

"I mean. It would be fine, you know? But this is also really okay" Nolan said pointing around with his finger. He meant you, the lake, the bikes, the forest, the truck with its windows down. He meant the perfect afternoon you had spent together.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course"

You nodded and let your body go. Slowly, you leaned against his side and your head rested on his shoulder. You felt him turn his face and his chin resting on your head. It was enough. It was sweet and gentle. It was so different from the Nolan you thought you knew, the Nolan from the party firing back at you, the Nolan from the TV. Maybe this was the right time and he was the right person.

"We'll get cold" He muttered.

"I don't care"

He smiled to himself.

"Don't tell them about today" You whispered. "Please"

"I won't" He hooked his pinky with yours. "I promise"

You smiled and moved even closer and Nolan understood it as a sign of wanting to be hugged, so that's what he did. He lifted his arm and you tucked yourself under it.

"I'm so scared" You finally said.

"I know" He swallowed hard. He was scared too, he just never said it out loud. You made him a nervous mess, you had kept him awake for too long a couple of nights.

"I don't want it to hurt"

Nolan gulped. He couldn't promise that it wouldn't hurt because he couldn't predict the future. But he could try his best.

"I don't want to hurt you. It's not on my plans."

You really swore you hated when he spoke this low, you could barely understand him. But those words came soft and clear and you felt them sinking slowly. But still...

"And how do I know I can trust you?"

Nolan tried to be patient. You had already talked about this. He knew it wasn't your fault.

"I suppose you only can believe me."

Your face turned to him and he looked down at you. It was all so confusing and terrifying. But you wanted to believe him. You liked Nolan. You liked him a lot. Even if you had only realized today.

You leaned a bit and softly pecked his lips. It was a surprise for both of you. But Nolan accepted it and didn't move further.

"We will be late for that stupid dinner" You muttered.

"Do you want me to drop you home and get changed?"

You checked your watch. "I don't think we have time. Plus, if I step at home I'll stay"

Nolan smiled to himself.

You got up and Nolan watched you walk away. He had to be careful. He had to be so careful.

"Nolan"

You muttered when you were putting your t-shirt on.

"Mhm"

"I'm sorry I called you a dick." You said. "And all the other stuff"

He chuckled and turned around.

"Don't worry. You were not the first"

"And how I behaved on the party."

"YN. It's fine"

He got up and a shaky breath left your chest when his big and strong body towered over you.

"Is it?"

"It's part of your magnetism" He smirked and reached to grab the shirt.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. He reached and pinched your cheek and you slapped his arm playfully.

"Don't try me"

The trip back to the city was silent but different. You had kissed. You had hugged. You had confessed traumas and deep thoughts. So many things had changed in the hours you spent around the lake. You were scared and anxious. But at the same time there was this happiness blooming in your chest.

"Should I wait for a bit before coming in?" He asked when he stopped the car in the parking.

You looked at him. "Why?"

"I thought you wouldn't want them to ask questions and they will definitely ask them if we show up together and wet"

You shrugged. "I'll tell them to fuck off"

Nolan smirked. "You are hot"

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off before leaving the car with a smile.

At first no one payed attention to the fact that you two had arrived at the same time, with wet hair and Nolan's hair back on that bun tied with a turquoise scrunchie. But then they started sharing looks. You had sat together by choice, you were relaxed and your comments weren't so aggressive. But at some point, Nolan leaned back and dropped his arm over the back of your seat and unconsciously you leaned back. The girls exchanged looks and Mark cleared his throat. But it was George, who noticed last, the one that made the biggest deal of it. For the others, it was just their two grumpy friends they had put so much effort on getting together finally leaning on their feelings. For George it was some really fun shit to joke about.

"Oh, well well well. What do we have there?"

You tensed instantly and realized what it looked like. You had been so comfortable that you didn't realized you were tucked under his arm. Nolan, on the other hand, knew everything was going to get messy. He knew he had to stop it, but George was quicker.

"Georg-"

"Man, I bet on a smile, not on getting the whole pack"

Nolan breathed through his nose and closed his eyes for a second.

You slowly turned to look up at him. You were confused. What did that mean?

"George, shut up" Marie seemed to notice something was wrong and she knew George well enough to know he wasn't the best help.

"Man, if I knew you would get the whole pack I would have bet a bit more"

"Shut up" Nolan groaned. The whole pack? What the fuck did George think you were?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You asked harshly.

"I bet 50 bucks on Nolan. I was like, 50 bucks if you make her smile. And he was like, no man I don't want your money, I only want her"

Your whole world seemed to be falling apart now. All the happiness that had bloomed through the day exploded over you and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. Your ears were ringing and your knees felt too weak. You abruptly got up.

"I need to get out of here" You whispered out of breath.

"YN" Nolan felt terrified out of nowhere. Could he have avoided this? He hadn't even thought about what George said. He had denied it, why should it be important?

You felt trapped. The fucking place had those bench seats and you could leave if Nolan didn't let you. But for your surprise, his big hands grbed your waist and he helped you stepping over his legs.

"F-fuck you... F-uck you, George" You panted. "And you..." Your teary eyes fell on Nolan and his heart broke.

"YN..."

"I knew it"

Like that, you walked away and left the dinner. But Nolan was quick to react. He got up and first, he looked at George.

"You heard her, right? Fuck you, George. Fuck you and your stupid 50 bucks." He groaned. "I hope you apologize soon"

"Nolan, man..."

But Nolan was already walking away and following you to the parking lot. Where were you even going?

"YN" He didn't need much to catch up, his longer legs were good help.

You cleaned your tears and walked faster, almost running. How had you been so stupid?

"YN, wait" He insisted.

"No"

"YN" He grabbed your arm and pulled you to stop. You crashed against his chest and gasped.

"Don't touch me, Patrick"

He let go of you but stayed stoic.

"It's not what you think"

That made you laugh through your tears. "Right" You had heard that before. "Of course you would say that. I just... I was so stupid" You said and harshly pushed your hair out of you face. "F-for a second I believed you-you were different and... Then you go and do this to me and..."

"George told me that if I'd made you smile he would give me 50 bucks and..."

"And you fooled me"

Nolan had enough of it. He wouldn't let you talk shit about him as if he had killed your pet and get away with it. This time he had done good. He would admit that he had been a jerk sometimes, but not now. This time he had done no wrong.

"Stop this fucking bullshit because you are the one doing this to yourself" He said and grabbed your arms to make sure you were looking at him. "I'm not the bad one here. You perfectly heard what he said. Just like everyone else in the table. So don't pretend I'm some kind of jerk playing with your feelings here because I'm not" Nolan didn't want to get like this with you, but shit, were you stubborn. "Stop behaving like this because I'm doing nothing wrong, you are hurting yourself" His words sounded like an eco in your head, over and over again. "I'm trying to explain you, you listened to him. If you don't want to believe me, it's on you, not on me"

Finally, he let go of your arms and you felt dizzy and lost. You couldn't speak, you couldn't move. Your breath was fast and your clothes felt too tight. You wanted to scream. No one ever had confronted you like this. No one had opened your eyes in this way.

"Look at me" Nolan cupped your face and you panted. "Look at me, YN" He repeated more gently this time. You did. "I didnt accept the money because it's bullshit. There was no bet. No agreement. Nothing. He offered it and I declined it. You heard him"

You were shaking. You needed to belive him so bad.

"You can go back there and ask him. I don't care. But don't pretend I'm a villain."

"I can't let you hurt me"

He groaned and let go of your face. "You know what? I want this. I want you and me together. But I can't if you don't trust me"

"Y-you want this?"

"YN. Have you forgotten about today?"

You shook your head.

"I really want you, Nolan" You whispered.

"It's up to you then" He said putting his hands in your pocket. "But I'm not doing it if you don't even let me speak" He muttered almost incomprehensively and turned around.

Don't let him go. Don't make this to yourself. You were happy with him, you were ready for it. Don't lose him. Don't push Nolan away.

Nolan was feeling something tight on his chest. He wanted to rip his t-shirt away from his body. It felt too much. A heartbreak? No. No way.

You watched him walk to his car. He was leaving. No. He couldn't leave. If he left, you knew it was probably over. Whatever it was. It was over.

"I'm sorry"

Nolan almost didn't hear you. "What?" He stopped walking and looked back.

You swallowed your pride. He was right. You couldn't keep doing this. Whatever you were doing, it was worse. It was hurting you. You had heard George. I bet 50 bucks on Nolan. I was like, 50 bucks if you make her smile. And he was like, no man I don't want your money, I only want her. Only want her. He wanted you. He wanted you and even when you already knew it, it felt different now.

"I'm sorry, Nolan"

He looked at you for long seconds. He hated seeing you cry. He hated George for making you cry.

"Come here" He mumbled.

You walked fast to him and he embraced you on a strong hug.

"I didn't need his money to want to make you smile"

"You are so cheesy" You sniffed and nuzzled your nose on his chest. It vibrated with a laugh and then he brought you closer with a hand in your hair.

"It's true. I knew I wanted you the second you opened your mouth"

"I treated you like shit"

He shrugged. "Need someone to keep me humble"

"Is that you way of saying you need me?"

Nolan looked down at you and pressed a kiss on your head. "Mhm" He hummed. "I'm not the best with feelings, but I want this"

You looked at him.

"Me too"

"I need you to trust me"

You nodded.

"I know" You whispered a bit ashamed. "It's hard"

Nolan caressed your hair, still a bit wet from the lake and kissed your temple. "I told you its not on my plans hurting you"

You nodded and looked at him.

"Should we start with a date?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes"

"Good for me, then"

You got in your tip toes and kissed his lips slowly. You made him so cheesy, the meanest girl he had crossed paths with was making him want to melt.

"Okay" He pulled back. "Do you belive what I said, right?"

You nodded. "Sorry"

"All good" He muttered with his hands cupping your face. "Sorry too"

"All good" You mimicked him.

He pulled you for another hug and you sighed. "Did he really offer 50 bucks? Couldn't he Google what you've earned with hockey?"

"I know, right? He is so stupid"

"Thank you for not... Accepting"

"It's nothing. I was whipped already"

You pulled back and Nolan felt so happy for that smile on your lips. "So soon?"

"Okay, shut up"

Do I like it? I'm not sure.

[telekineticseance]

FLY BY NIGHT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: the plane ride home

genre: fluff / smut

word count: 2116

cw: legal age gap, oral (male receiving), semi public sex, fingering

author's note: happy birthday matt stone

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The rest of the night at the restaurant was more on the interesting side. Matt kept his hand on your upper thigh, rubbing it with his thumb as much as he could and if someone walked by the two of you he would pull his hand away and act as if nothing happened. Which honestly, you understood. If others from the office had figured out what happened between the two of you, they would probably not be as on the positive side as you would wish they would be. He would occasionally lean over and whisper a joke in your ear or two if he noticed you were drifting from the conversations people were having around the table.

“Come with me I want to show you something,” He whispered before getting up and you followed with him, he grabbed your hand once the two of you were out of vision from the table as he took you to the empty cave part of the restaurant. He walked next to you, the cave dimly lit by a few lights throughout as he looked down at you. “I loved this place when I was a kid,” He told you, “Never seen it this quiet though.”

He leaned down pressing a light kiss to your forehead, while the two of you walked throughout the cave. You watched the joy sparkle in his eyes as he looked around the walls, revealing a different side of him. As the two of you walked, he pointed out random moments from his past that happened in the cave, such as a kid throwing up when he went to a birthday party. The two of you reached the end of the cave and he stopped walking before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “Can we be serious for a minute?”

You nodded slowly, looking up at him and he let out a sigh, “This…is dangerous. For both of us.” Your face dropped a little as you nodded. You knew it was, you just didn’t want to admit it. “I know,” You whispered as he reached his hand up to caress your face. You leaned against his hand, feeling the warmth from it.

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I just,” He let out another sigh, “I don’t know. I was an asshole and I still am an asshole. I just think I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked him softly. “Just everything. You’re someone special to me Y/N. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I really do care about you. Trust me when I say if any other assistant called me at 3am, I probably wouldn’t have answered.”

You held back a small smile as you looked at him, trying to stay serious, but hearing him say that made you feel something, “I understand. I mean..this is pretty scary.” You told him, looking at him, putting your hands on his chest in a loving manner. He put his hands over yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. “Just..do you want to continue whatever this is?”

You thought for a moment on his question. Of course you wanted this, the chance to finally be in his arms. Fill the feeling you’ve been having for years. But at the same time, it was dangerous like he said. Both of your reputations would be at risk, his more than yours solely because of who he was. While you were just an assistant, he was Matt Stone. You took a deep breath before responding, “I do.”

—

The next day the crew traveled back to LA, to get started on yet another episode of South Park. Due to the restaurant they were able to get the network to play an old rerun of the show so you would have an extra week to write on the new episode, but usually an extra week meant time for everyone to procrastinate a little bit until it got closer to the time for the episode to air. Mostly everyone took the flight time to nap as they were recovering from drinking the night before, apparently the margaritas were really strong and really good. Matt sat across the aisle from you, next to Trey as they talked to one another and made jokes. You were lucky enough to get your own section so you sat in one seat with your legs propped up on the other as you read your book, glancing at Matt every few lines, noticing him glancing back at you every now and then.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Matt spoke, getting up from his seat before glancing at you and motioning to the back with his eyes. Your lips parted in shock as you watched him walk to the bathroom, the door locking with a click as he did so. You looked back over at Trey and noticed he had his nose in his phone already, before putting your book down and following Matt to the back. You lightly tapped on the door and the lock clicked again before the door opened and Matt looked down at you. He grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it again.

You giggled as he leaned down and kissed you gently, his hands resting on your waist. You pulled away looking up at him, “Should we be doing this on a plane full of our coworkers?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips while looking at you. “Most of them are too hungover right now anyways. And Trey has his own things to think about. If we make it quick it’ll be like we never left.”

He ran his hand down your torso, reaching the waistband on your jeans, “You know…we never finished what we started last night.” He whispered, looping his fingers in your belt loops. You gulped softly as you nodded. He started to kiss you deeply and you reached your hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. You spent a large portion of your night when you got to the hotel thinking of how he had you in that office, and how you couldn’t return the same feeling for him.

You took one of your hands and moved it to start rubbing him through his jeans, making him groan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss, rubbing him more, feeling his length grow in his jeans as he closed his eyes tightly, keeping his forehead against yours. “Fuck,” He groaned, his breathing increasing with each stroke.

You felt your hand start to unbuckle his jeans pulling them down, the fabric of his boxers, tightening as you did so. The thought of seeing him in person was driving you crazy. I mean of course you had seen the pictures of him in Le Petit Package but like come on. This was like a front row seat.

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes and you ran your finger along the bulge outline in the boxers. You knew you had to hurry before someone noticed the both of you were missing but you wanted to take your time as well. Matt put his hands on the counter of the sink, holding himself up as you continued to lightly stroke him through his boxers.

“Don’t be a tease,” He growled out through his teeth, looking down as you bit your bottom lip lightly. You lifted his shirt up slightly, leaving lingering kisses on his waist line, while holding onto the elastic of the boxers. He let out a few breaths as you did so, glancing down at you, your eyes still watching his reactions to your every touch.

You finally pulled down on the elastic and watched as he practically sprung free from the restraint. You tried not to show a reaction as your eyes widened slightly, that short film really did not do him justice. You parted your lips, spitting into your hand, as you wrapped your fingers around the base, running it up and down along the length. His hard cock throbbed in your hand as you stroked him as he leaned his head back, with his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched onto the sink behind him.

You looked up at him, watching his lips part as he let out heavy breaths, suppressing his groans from your touch.You swiped the tip with your thumb, wiping off the precum as you used it as lubricant to continue stroking. “Fuck,” Matt groaned out softly, looking down at you.

You looked up at him innocently, knowing that he wanted more but you weren’t sure if you wanted to give him that just yet. His eyes pleaded with you as you slowed your stroking pace, “Use your words.”

He bit his bottom lip, “F-Fuck, I need you. Please.” He let out an almost feminine moan as you smirked to yourself. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it while using your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes tightly once your mouth attached. You continued to linger on the tip, before he let out a subtle wince in response, “Please.” He begged again, wanting more.

You hummed against his cock, sending vibrations, before taking him in. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, gagging against it causing him to let out a moan. One of his hands let go of the counter and reached onto your hair, tangling through the strands.He held on, thrusting his hips forward. As you moved faster, he bucked his hips in rhythm with you, the grip on your hair tightening with every movement.

You slipped your fingers down in between your thighs, feeling yourself grow more turned on as you watched his face. You moved your hand under your panties as you dipped two fingers into your sopping clit, moaning against his length while doing so. He glanced down at you, letting out a chuckle once he realized what you were doing. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Touching yourself in the process hm?”

Your breathing increased, growing more wet from his words as you cradled his balls with your free hand, massaging them in your fingers. You swirled your tongue around, as Matt’s hand pushed your hand further down, making you take in more of his length. He grabbed onto your face as he started fucking your mouth, your lips grazing against his cock. Your fingers continue dipping in and out of your clit as you look up at him.

“I’m…Fuck.” He moans, cutting off his sentence. You moaned against his length as he continued fucking his face, feeling your own high come close as you curled your fingers, hitting your g-spot. You felt yourself flex against your fingers, grinding against your fingers as you released around your fingers. 

He moaned at the sight of you, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head while closing your eyes. His thrusts into your mouth got rougher as you felt his tip twitch in the back of your throat while his hips stuttered, him reaching his own high. You swallowed the liquid as it shot into your mouth, feeling drops leak through the sides of your mouth. You pulled away from his length, letting a pop sound as it did. He wiped the sides of your mouth with his thumb, placing it in between your lips as you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around to lick it clean. He smirked down at you, pulling his hand away as he put his pants back on.

You got up from your knees, washing your hands in the sink as you look at him in the mirror as he stands behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed his chest. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him, “Hm?’

“Nothing. Just watching.” He smiled softly at you, as if what happened..didn’t just happen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you dried your hands. “I’m gonna head back to my seat. So we don’t leave together.”

You nodded at him, watching him leave, waiting a few moments before leaving yourself. You noticed everyone was mainly still asleep on the flight or too busy doing something else to watch you walk back to your seat. The only one looking was Trey as he sat next to Matt. He looked between the two of you before his eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. Whoops.

updated a/n: next part!

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 21 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 22

Summary: Healing isn't an overnight miracle, it's a journey and all you want to do is help him take that first step.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Now answer me again okay? Why did you run away from the restaurant?" Loki questioned you, he was hovering over you on the couch in your room, his arms situated on the head of the couch, all you wanted to do was lift yourself up and kiss him. Last night played like a movie in your head, he was soft with you after he came, he took care of you and he snuggled with you, you had the worst nightmare but you woke up to him and he held you so protectively for the rest of the night that you had no care of the world after that.

Steve was coming to question you since Loki freaked out and called him when you were kidnapped. Loki was teaching you how to answer his questions to avoid suspicions.

"Me and Loki got into a fight, he said something hurtful and I was upset. I just wanted to get away"

"And you threw your phone away because?" He questioned you again, he needed you to be prepared to answer these questions without giving the lies away, it was like he was preparing you for an audition.

"Because Loki kept calling me and I was sooooo annoyed by him"

"Do you have any idea how reckless you were, considering Odin is out there??"

"I do understand, it was done in the heat of the moment, i wasn't thinking clearly"

"But Loki told me something else when you disappeared.. something about Thor..he said that –"

"He was just trying to protect me..you know how he is, Thor is out there that's true but I haven't seen him yet"

"The mark? Did Loki hit you?" Oh you hated this one. You didn't really agree with what he wanted you to tell Steve. It just didn't feel right.

"Yes, we got into an argument when I returned, he was very upset and raised his hand"

"Good girl" he kissed your forehead so you smiled. As Steve arrived he wanted to chat with you in private so Loki went into his room while you both sat down on the couch in the living room. You noticed him noticing the mark on your cheek.

"How's your wife and Stella, you didn't invite us to her birthday party this year" you asked him so he sighed

"We celebrated on the trip itself, sorry" he apologized so you purse your lips.

"It's okay"

"What's going on here y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you two dating? Why were you at that restaurant with him?"

"We are dating or something like that" he glared at you as you said that "Yeesse fine..we were on a date" He sighed again and then he started to ask the questions Loki had figured he'd ask so you answered him exactly the way you had prepared and then came the one you dreaded the most.

"I see the bruise..what happened? Is there anything I should know?" You gulped as he questioned, you couldn't throw your lolo under the bus like that, it just didn't feel right. He was your guardian angel, he'd never hurt you unless ofcourse you'd want it from him.

"Noooo ..i hit myself whenever I'm extremely angry, one of the things he despises about me, it's not his fault, he'd never hurt me like that" he looked at you intently before he nodded. You weren't sure if he believed you or not but you just wanted him to get out of the house.

As he left you got ready, you were invited to the wrap party of that series you were shooting for and you had to go. You put on a black dress while he dressed to kill today, all black attire that matched his raven hair made him look devastatingly handsome, you just wanted to lick him up from head to toe.

He didn't compliment you with flowery words but he couldn't stop looking at you once in a while while he drove so that was enough, you were getting used to his love language, lesser words more action and boy if you didn't love the action he gave you.

"Come here" he tapped on his thighs as you both reached the venue so you took the seat belt off and climbed on his lap.

"You're not getting out of my sight as we get in there you hear me?" He asked you so you nodded before you kissed him desperately, kissed him as if you haven't kissed him in years even though it's just been a few minutes

"But if I do..you'll punish me?" You bit on your lips after finishing your sentence, you could see the lust that clouded his eyes.

"Your virgin arse cant survive my punishment sweetheart so don't even try and test me"

"Don't threaten me with a good time at least" he gripped your hair in his fist suddenly making you gasp moan in response,

"Got anything else to say?" you bite on your lips again to hide the smile but it was futile.

"No daddy I'll be good I promise" he pulled you closer to kiss you as you said that "But what if you're the one getting out of my sight? I assume you'll see some familiar faces in there" you mumbled in his mouth and his eyes flickered. He had fucked so many women from the industry in the past few years that he bumped into them now and then at such parties. He never really cared before but now that he had you it kind of worried him. He didn't want any trouble.

"Let's go" he didn't answer your question and that bothered you, he was trying to pretend as if last night just didn't happen, you liked playing with him and pissing him off as long as he didn't take it seriously but these days every time his softer side emerged he'd promptly take a step back and then be mean to you, as if being soft with you would hurt his masculinity, that's how he must have been with Jolene too and you didn't expect a woman like her to understand his complexity.

He kept his eyes on you while you gelled with the cast and the crew, he despised seeing you getting chummy with Peter as well. Normally he would scan the whole room to find the most fuckable girl for the night but he can't do that now so he stayed at the bar, getting drinks to avoid interacting with people, there were a few folks he knew because of work so he chatted with them whenever they came to him.

You saw him drinking at the bar and wanted to join him but then you saw that girl he fucked on his birthday approaching him. Wanda. He fucked her twice so he must've have liked her a little.

"How have you been stranger?" Loki grimaced internally as he heard her voice, he turned to look at her and she..well she looked hot, he couldn't deny that.

"Good…how are you?" He asked her as he sipped on his drink.

"Buy me a drink and I'll tell you..least you can do after how you treated me" he chuckled as she said that and ordered a drink for her, he didn't want her to get a wrong idea but maybe he could be nicer, he was an indefinite asshole to her.

"She keeps staring" she broke the silence again so he looked at you, he smiled as your eyes met, you must be feeling jealous now. Well atleast he won't be the only one fuming tonight.

"Well she's mine now..got the right to stare" he told her and she sighed as a look of disappointment washed over her features.

"How's the sex? Asking because I know how you like it" he bit on his cheek as she questioned him, she was good in bed, fulfilled the need he craved the most. Something you'd never give him.

"It's none of your business darling"

She chuckled as he said that. She took the hint and left him alone after that, on the drive back home he noticed how quiet you were and it bothered him a little

"What's wrong?"

"What?" You looked at him so he furrowed his brows.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Well for one..if you're jealous of me talking to some other woman–"

"I'm not jealous " you glared at him as you crossed your arms. You were clearly jealous.

"Are we sure about that?"

"What were you guys talking about anyways? Reminiscing about the good ol fuck sessions?"

"Don't talk to me like that" he glared at you so you looked at him again.

"You can be mean but I can't?"

"Well I don't do it on purpose"

"It doesn't matter..tell me loki..do you miss her?" He shook his head in disbelief as you said that.

"You're being irrational"

"You fucking miss her don't you?" he banged his fist on the steering wheel as you raised your voice again. He was trying to not hurt you but he was too fucked up to not do that.

"Yeah I do miss her and all those other women, you wanna know why? Because they are not afraid to get wild in bed unlike your prudish ass" your eyes welled up as he said that, you felt hurt, too hurt. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, he shouldn't have said that to you.

"I'm prudish because I care about you? They don't give a damn about you..they just want your dick and they don't care what they have to do to get it" you screamed your words out and he didn't respond this time.

What was he supposed to say or do? He had fucked up already.

"Y/n–"

"Should have just left me there for your family to fuck my prudish ass.. atleast I won't be your problem anymore and you'd get to fuck and get hurt by whatever women you'd want it from..why did you come for me again? " You stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut to walk into the apartment building. He didn't want to leave you alone so he followed you immediately. You took your heels off as soon as you walked in, you seemed furious and he knew he was the one to blame for it

"Y/n–"

"Look..if you want to go fuck them..do it.. we don't have to be together to stay together..we did it for years before–"

"Stop saying that" his heartbeat raised as you talked about things going back to how they were. He can't have that. He can't lose you in any way.

"No listen to me Loki, I don't want you to regret anything you do with me..if I'm not able to give you what you need..just go and get it from those who'd give it to you because I can't..I can't hurt you like that" your eyes welled up as you finished speaking, you couldn't even bear the thought of things going back to how they were but you just wanted him to tell you that he cared enough.

"Are you done?" He asked you so you turned around and stormed towards your room. You laid down on the bed as your whole body felt weak and not in the good way.

You heard the door opening and then you felt him sitting down on the bed.

"I didn't mean it..I'm sorry" he mumbled softly and you groaned internally. The sad little voice was your kryptonite.

"Then why did you say it"

"Because I was thinking about it after last night"

"What do you mean?"" You asked him as you sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed right where he was.

"I fucked your mouth and then we cuddled like those couples from those movies you watch"

"And?"

"And not once I remembered the fact that I had to be hurt to feel good, not once" you crawled onto his lap as he said that, his voice sounded sad and if there was one thing you hated more than him being mean to you was him being sad.

"Isn't that a good thing?" You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you,

"What's good about me being a wimp?" He chuckled as if he was stating a fact.

"That doesn't make you weak Loki, you're supposed to enjoy it without feeling the need to subject yourself to such pain that would stick long after the sex. You deserve to feel good lolo" you were going to kiss his forehead but he stopped you.

"It suffocates me you know, i keep hearing his voice in my head"

"What can I do to shut them out? I can't hurt you, and I don't want you to get hurt by anyone either, I want you to feel good and loved, want you to feel taken care of" you whispered softly as you wrapped your arms around him. He didn't have an answer for you, what was he supposed to say? It felt nearly impossible for him to get rid of the need he felt to get himself in excruciating pain. He tried to put himself in your shoes and he understood why you didn't want to hurt him like that, he wouldn't want to hurt you that way either but he didn't know how to cure this disease that he had.

"I'm sorry about what I said" he mumbled so you hugged him as tightly as you could without suffocating him.

"I am too"

"I do not miss them, they never mattered to me, even when I was with them the only girl I ever cared about was you.. always you" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"I know..did you feel good last night?" You asked him so he pulled away from you

"Of Course I did"

"How did it feel? I mean with me" you lowered him down on the bed slowly but he kept his eyes on you. The position felt threatening to him. He only ever allowed Jolene to be on top once and it didn't end well.

"What are you doing?" He asked you as he perched himself on his elbows. It caught you off guard and you became overly conscious, you were hoping he'd allow you to do whatever the heck you were planning to do to him..

"Ummmm I just.." he flipped you underneath him quickly before you could even finish your sentence "Be honest..do you want to fuck her again?" you asked him to change the subject and hide the evident embarassment.

"No"

"Did you find her attractive?"

"Why would I have fucked her if I didn't find her attractive?"

"Goddddd i meant tonight..did you find her attractive tonight?"

"She looked hot" he answered nonchalantly so you glared at him "What? Am I supposed to get blind now that I'm yours? I saw how you looked at that kid" you gasped as he said that.

"What kid? Peter?"

"Yeahhh"

"He looked handsome but I was thinking about youuuuu only"

"And I was thinking about you" a smile crept on your lips as he said that.

"So I'm just supposed to believe you?"

"You better or I'll make you believe me"

"Is that a threat?"

"A warning "

"Uhhhhuhhh is it so? Are you–"

"Stop fighting with me you silly little girl" he raised his voice so you are rest of your words up

"Okayyy" you tucked the stray locks of hair behind his ear as you mumbled "How does this feel?" You asked him and he looked at you confused.

"What?"

"Thisss" you caressed his cheek with your fingernails and he closed his eyes as he felt the soft touch.

"It's stupid"

"Mmmmhmmm? And this?" You cupped his cheeks and pressed your head up to kiss him softly. Just a chaste kiss that ended as soon as it began,

"Still stupid" he mumbled but his voice trembled. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you flipped him around slowly. Before he could run his big mouth you started to pepper soft kisses on his neck, he closed his eyes, his fingers clutched into your hair but he didn't pull on it, you took it as a sign to keep going.

"How does this feel?" You questioned him as you kissed down from his jawline.

"Disgusting" he answered you almost immediately. You pressed his arms up over his head and linked your fingers with his before you decided to pay attention to the other side of his neck

"Are you disgusted by me lolo?" You murmured before you pressed your lips on his and kissed him sensually.

"Noo..just this feeling of whatever you're trying to do to me"

"You know what I'm doing to you?" You sat up as you questioned him, bringing one of hands upto your mouth, you kissed each and every fingertips knowing too well what they were capable of doing to you.

"What?" You smiled as he questioned you, your eyes teared up as you looked into his eyes, he never got to have a normal childhood, neither did you but at least you had him to take care of you, you had a mommy who loved you but he didn't.

Meeting Frigga again you had realized that she wasn't any better then his father, she never protected him from that abuse that had turned him into this man who was so afraid of feeling loved because all his life he was taught that love was for those weak of hearts, that it made a man pathetic to have such emotions.

He never got to have anyone making him feel this way, you knew Jolene failed him absolutely, she had all of him like this and she could have encouraged him to take a step back or two from that dark alley where he had built a home for himself but she pushed him deeper in there instead, she destroyed him even more,

"What are you doing to me y/n?" He asked you again as you didn't answer so you smiled

"I'm loving you lolo"

You whispered and you instantly noticed his eyes tear up as he heard you "Love is so pure, love is the only thing that has brought us back together all these years"

"Shut Up" he mumbled and sat up to get you off him but you didn't budge, you wrapped your arms around his neck instead and then you kissed him like a long lost lover "How could this be wrong loki? Tell me does it feel wrong when I touch you like this?" Your fingers scratched through his scalp as you mumbled softly.

"Nooooo" his voice came out like those shuddering waves amidst the heavy winds and you could tell he was affected by this closeness, you knew that he didn't want this type of intimacy.

He was so confused by whatever you were doing to him, he loved being intimate but strictly in a sexual manner, this wasn't sexual, this was romantic, you were romancing him and he was enjoying it much to his surprise. Well at least he did for a moment.

"Weakened by a frail little woman, your impotency never ceases to surprise me" his father's words rang in his head and the warmth that had seared his cold heart because of your loving touch faded as quickly as it had come.

"Get off me darling, I don't want to hurt you" he told you but you didn't listen so he got off the bed taking you along with him, you underestimated his strength quite frankly, he put you down on the bed and was about to leave but you grabbed his hand.

"Why don't you listen to me y/n? I don't fucking wanna hurt you" he glared at you but you clutched onto his jacket and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. Persistent little girl, he was kind of enamored by your willingness to break him down tonight.

"Hurt me then.. whatever makes you feel good daddy, do it" his hand wrapped around your throat as you said that then he pulled you up until you matched his eye level so he wouldn't have to look down.

"I can't be the man you want me to be"

"I don't want you to change Loki"

"Then why won't you stop trying to fuck with me like this?" His jaw clenched as he spoke, the hand that were wrapped around your throat like a necklace tightened its grip but they only made you excited from tiny bit of fear and plenty of arousal.

"Maybe phrase it better?" He rolled his eyes as you said that.

"You know what I mean"

"I'm not trying to change you lolo, I just want you to feel loved and not feel ashamed of it" you placed your hands on his and loosened his grip from your throat "I love you" you whispered as you took his jacket off, he didn't try to push you away either this time.

His hands pulled the zipper of your dress down and for a moment you thought he'd fuck you right there and then but he was just trying to take the dress of, he liked looking at your bare skin, the black lingerie you had underneath made him hard instantly.

Such a pretty girl and he wondered how come he got so blessed with you, you were taking his shit but you were calling him out on his shit too, when you both entered this relationship he never expected you to be so mature about his past and the abuse that he had been through, you never made him feel guilty or feel ashamed about it, you wanted to accept him with all his ugliness, all the evil that he was hiding in there and he just wished that he wasn't so hard to love. He truly wished he was a better man for you.

"Comeee back to me...you're lost again" you whispered as you took his shirt off, his cologne hit your senses and they made you want to fuck him into oblivion even though you had no idea how to do that yet. Caressing your fingers down from his shoulder blades to the arms you finally linked your fingers with his and pulled him on the bed with you. You won't let him get away this time.

"Sorrry daddy"

"For what?" He looked at you confused at the sudden apology.

"For misbehaving and yelling after we came back from the party" he chuckled as you said that, you were pretending to be so innocent as if he couldn't read you inside out.

"Sneaky little bitch aren't you?" You smiled as he said that, the bad word made you cream your panties, this probably would have been a deal breaker for those perfect people with their perfect relationships but for a pair of imperfects like you two it just felt okay, you'd be his bitch and his slave if he'd want you to be.

You just wanted him to know that you'd always be under his command, that he'd always be the dominant one in and outside of the bedroom. However you also needed him to free himself from the shackles of the past, to get rid of the toxicity he carried because of the abuse he had suffered.

"I don't want anything but you darling, never ever think otherwise, I'm okay with whatever you're giving me, it's more than enough i promise, it's more than I have ever gotten" he kissed your forehead so you did the same and he didn't pull away this time, he allowed you to kiss him for as long as you wanted. As he laid down your legs tangled around each other, not an inch of space left between your bodies.

"And you'd allow me to love you the way you love me?" You asked him so he hid his face between your breasts like a baby and his arm wrapped around your waist.

You didn't really need an answer after that. It was enough. For now.

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"Ria?" Aarava? You? Fuck me, I can't believe it!!!” Sobbing, I jumped into the neck, I sobbed in joy or ecstasy, I don't know, but I sobbed.

,,Lando is difficult or we can't stand it, what makes you pregnant... Don't!!!!" Ria took her mouth and hugged me in joy and I even showed them my ring.

,,What is the name of the girl or boy pleytka here!!!"

"Loki and boy, yes, I'm 13 weeks pregnant and we've moved here."

"Are you seriously gay? How long have you been tickling? That's a damn big word."

Both Ria and Aarava kissed my forehead to my delight and spun around on the axis like a real bitch, I really enjoyed the situation.

"Hey, hey, let my boyfriend go."

Smiling at us, Loki came drunkenly to me and looked into his eyes, and before we started kissing they told me to go.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you, they're telling you from the top step of the podium."

I giggled and ran after the woman and Andera.

,,I won!!!"

I came down from the podium and looked for them, but they disappeared in the crowd with champagne under my name, my mobile just vibrated and vibrated, the congratulations kept coming from the friends who stayed far away Max, Pato' O, Martin and the others were very sweet, especially my ex Pato' O who is a beside a broken heart, he also sent a stitched one, and I cried and explained everything to him for a long time between tears of joy, I shouldn't have made a fool of myself a day before his birthday.

"Osc, didn't you see them?"

"Who?"

"Loki, Ria and Aarava haven't disappeared, I don't see them anywhere, only a guy about my age called James and said he would be happy to give make-up advice."

"You idiot, he's James Charles, he's famous enough, he even has a make-up brand, trust him."

"He didn't just say that he would date me, he was in love with me." "Did you tell him how you have a partner?"

"Of course I said it, but he didn't believe me."

"Also, are you a boy or a man compared to you?"

,,Of course, of course."

"I'm sorry, my sisters, but I'm here too."

They turned around and the place invited two people to vomit at my sight.

"This, this... Fuck, I can't find the fucking words for a little make-up mature boy's women's stuff that he ordered from shein"

"Osc, you're seriously saying that to him, aren't you?"

Lando was just trying to put out a fire that was getting bigger and bigger that his teammate was creating with his words.

"Good thing it's… Loki!!!!" He turned around and ran to him with a dizzy spell and burst into tears.

,, Lando my dear!!!! I saw you, how big you were, you deserve this, I love you here is an understatement, I adore you and I adore the tummy resident too."

"No, don't say you'll make me cry at the end."

He hugs me and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'm a million times better than yesterday, but my nose is still running, but I think it will pass with time."

He told me with a bright smile while he started coughing again, but this time he didn't stop.

"Did you drink tea today?"

"Yes, but unfortunately I only found out before the start, after the race, because I'm not used to it..."

He swallowed a large amount and sucked something, but he didn't feel like it either.

"Because it's my stupidity that I don't drink anything during the competition. Anyway, I think we'll meet at the party, because you're having dinner with the WAGs, while I'll have a fancy dinner with famous athletes and their WAGs, because with this victory, I belong among them. I'm sorry that you can't take part in it, my heart is broken because of this, and I said that you are my partner, but you didn't believe me."

He kissed me and then bit my lip, he didn't really want to do that without me and we ate everything, I even asked for his hand in marriage and we started organizing the wedding yesterday at midnight but we only got to the venue, not a stupid church in Bristol or anywhere else in England. Yes, the press, we thought of the narrow circle of family and friends to the exclusion of them, it's a gay wedding that the press will soon find out and trumpet to the world that the young Lando Norris is marrying an older man, so they will only find out about it from the mainstream media.

,,Do you have a question?”

"By then, I hope it will be a girl."

"Are you still hoping for something or will you give me another kiss?"

"Both, a world title and a retirement, and a kiss my dear."

He leaned close to me and we laughed and started kissing.

"What the hell... Lando, are you dating an older guy?"

"Shut up Carlos!!!!! Get out!!!!"

"Good, but let's not just leave it... Max, are you this wild too?"

,,No."

"Don't even ask me, we did it once and everyone thought we were stupid."

Lando showed them his middle finger and then we disappeared somewhere.

"I want sex!!!!"

"Fuck me too, this is missing from our lives, damn it."

He smiled sexily and I really wouldn't bother him anymore...

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Chapter 2

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 around 7:30 and I quickly jumped out of bed. I looked in the mirror, washed my face, put my hair in a ponytail, and got dressed as quickly as possible. I grabbed my broom and rushed down the stairs.

Dad was already downstairs, having a cup of tea with Sirius and Uncle Moody. Mrs. Weasley was up and she looked up when I entered. "Want anything to eat, Elizabeth?"

"No." I said quickly. "Dad, c'mon."

Dad sighed and got up, "Alright, let's go."

I left without saying anything to any of the other people in the kitchen. While I wasn't really angry at Dad, Sirius, or Uncle Moody for not letting me into the meetings. . . I was showing that I was angry. Maybe it would amount to something.

"Can I stay at Trang's for a week?" I asked as we walked down the hallway.

"A week?" Dad asked, his face stoic. "Why?"

"Well, it's not like I'm needed here or anything and I figured you wouldn't have to come back until next Sunday." I said. "Besides-"

"What about your birthday?" Dad asked. "You want Trang to be here for your birthday still, don't you?"

"I thought she wasn't allowed to come here." I said lightly.

Dad frowned at me. "Dumbledore would rather Trang come here for your birthday than all of us go somewhere."

Dad grabbed my arm and apparated to the garden in the back of our house. "Well." I said. "I wasn't going to have a lot of people celebrate anyways. Just me and Trang and you. Like we've always done it in the past."

"Sirius and Uncle Moody will want to celebrate as well." Dad said quietly.

I gritted my teeth, turning my head from Dad. "It's not like I'm going to spend the whole day with Trang, dad. Just the morning and afternoon-"

We cut off our conversation as we reached the front of the house. Trang was already waiting there, looking expectant, her broom across her shoulders.

Trang had gotten very beautiful over the past year. She had long, skinny legs and thin arms and shoulders. Her face was oval shaped and her large black eyes were framed behind glasses. Her black hair was died a green-gray near the tips now instead of gold. She was Vietnamese and her skin tone matched her eyes perfectly. It also helped that she'd grown over the summer.

"'Bout time Elizabeth." She said, grinning. I was on time.

"Let's go." I said.

"Hi Mr. Lupin." Trang said.

"Hello Trang." Dad said, doing his best to sound normal. "I hear Elizabeth wants to spend a week with you?"

Trang nodded. "I asked. Cause I know she's not really doing anything there and figured it would give us something like a normal summer."

Dad sighed, running his hand through his red-brown hair. Sometimes, I thought I looked more like him than either of my biological parents. "Fine. Elizabeth, you can stay. But I still haven't decided about your birthday."

"Thanks dad!" I chirped happily and kissed his cheek.

He glared at me. "Blackmail." he muttered under his breath and I grinned. He rolled his eyes and kissed me cheek and Disapparated.

"You guys fought again?" Trang asked the minute he was gone.

"I don't try to fight with him." I said grumpily as we made our way into the forest where we were going to fly. "But he's being stingy about things he literally never cared about before."

"Well, times have gotten dangerous, haven't they?" Trang asked seriously. "I mean you were tortured last year. And you have important visions. I mean Voldemort wants to get to you and your brother. I can understand your dad's point even if I don't like it."

I sighed. "I know and I'm not really mad at him. . . I'm just frustrated. I could've prevented Cedric's death, you know? I should've planned it better, that's all." I choked up and I swallowed hard and coughed and continued, "And then Harry's not allowed to know anything even though he escaped Voldemort. Everything's just fell upside down."

Trang put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Then, we both put our legs over our brooms and flew upwards. I left my worries on the ground.

Over the next week, Trang and I talked, flew our brooms, or read magical books. We even went on a trip to Diagon Alley. Unfortunately, Kingsley happened to be in Diagon Alley when we went into the bookstore and he approached Trang and I.

Trang seemed intimidated by Kingsley and he smiled gently at her, relieving her a great deal. Then he turned to me and said, "Does Remus know you're here?"

I scowled. "I've never had to ask him for permission to come here before, why should I start now? It's not like Voldemort's going to miraculously show up."

Kingsley sighed.

"Er- who are you?" Trang asked, still sounding nervous.

"Trang, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt. He's an Auror. He's going to be the Minister of Magic one day." I announced.

Kingsley rolled his eyes and shook hands with Trang. "So she says." he said with a wink and Trang grinned. Then Kingsley turned to me and said, "You know perfectly well your father wouldn't be happy knowing your here with no supervision. Voldemort is back, you ought to act like it."

I scowled again. "Fine, we were just leaving, alright?"

He accompanied us back to the Leaky Cauldron where Trang and I took the floo network back to Dad's house. "Let's go to your house." I said, wanting to get away from everything magical for some time.

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𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 of the week, a day before my birthday, Dad came to pick me up. He didn't say anything about my birthday or Diagon Alley so I supposed Kingsley hadn't told dad.

Dad said that Dumbledore was adamant about Trang coming to 12 Grimmauld place. I reluctantly agreed. I had really been hoping for the zoo.

Sadie had come back about four days ago and I took Harry's reply. Then, I'd sent Sadie off with Harry's birthday card saying I'd see him before August 12th along with a bar of chocolate and telling him he was going to regret it if he threw out Ron and Hermione's chocolate because his aunt was going to serve salad on the night of his birthday.

The following day was my birthday and I would've stayed in my room all day if it'd been up to me. As it was, early in the morning, around 8:30, I got a surprise visit from Severus. He shut the door tightly behind him and came over to me. I pressed my lips to his eagerly.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth." He mumbled against my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's been good so far." I whispered as he moved his mouth down my neck lightly. He chuckled, his breath tickling my neck.

"Has it now?" he was in a very good mood.

"Well I've only been awake for ten minutes." I gasped as he tightened his arm around my waist. "I suppose it could get worse-"

He pressed his lips to mine again and I melted into the kiss. A few minutes later, my stomach growled. He grinned, pulling away. "Hungry?"

"No." I said stubbornly, reaching up and putting my arms around his neck and pulled him back in.

"No complaints here." he muttered.

There was a knock at the door and we jerked apart. I stared grumpily at the door, sliding out of bed to go near it. Snape laughed lightly, ruffling my hair, and I called out, "Who is it?"

"I'm going to get Trang. Elizabeth, wake up!" Dad shouted through the door.

"I'll work on it!" I shouted back, my heart beating double time cause if dad came in here, he'd see Severus, "I'll be up by the time you get back."

I heard dad's footsteps fade and I turned to see Severus laying on my bed, staring up at the canopy. His traveling cloak was over a chair. His long black hair that framed his face was spread out on the pillow. I grinned, walking back over to the bed.

"I suppose you had a late night?" I asked, climbing onto the bed next to him.

"A little bit." He said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I want you to work on Occlumency this year with me." I said, taking his hand in mine.

He frowned up at me, "You've already mastered it with. . ." he drifted off, anger coming over his face. He couldn't say Crouch Jr. without breaking something. He inhaled sharply through his nose now, scowling.

I shook my head, "Not really. If I had mastered it, he never would've been able to get into my mind in the first place."

"Elizabeth. . . I don't know." He said hesitantly.

"Look." I said, a bit impatiently but trying to not to get angry, "He's after me, you know that, you're with him. And if he gets a hold of me-"

"Which he won't." Severus growled.

"-then I need to be able to keep him out of my mind, no matter what." I finished, ignoring him.

"He's not going to get anywhere near you." Severus glared at me.

"You don't know that." I whispered, "And even I don't know that because I can't see anything about myself as you fully well know. There are no guarantees." I put a hand on his face, "Please?"

He groaned, pulling on top of him and hugging me, "You make it so hard to say no to you, you know that right?"

I grinned, kissing his cheek. "It's a good quality to have, persuasion."

He rolled on top of me and pressed his lips to mine. "Fine." he said. "I'll teach you properly."

I let out a giggle and he blushed and muttered, "You and your mind."

Then he sat back off me and reached into his pocket and said, "I got you something by the way." He glanced at my face and then laughed. "You look shocked."

"I didn't expect it." I said honestly.

He pulled out a small box. I kept my expression controlled. "I know that you don't have pierced ears so I got these for you." He said, opening the box. Inside were clip-on earrings with paste sapphires.

"Oh!" I breathed. "They're so pretty!" I got up off the bed and went over to the mirror and carefully put them on. "And they match the necklace dad gave me for Christmas some time back!" I said happily. Privately, I thought they sort've look like Firenze's eyes. Grandfather had given me earrings that looked similar to this last birthday, before he passed away, but they were the kind meant for pierced ears so I never wore them.

I turned around as he approached and he lifted my chin with a finger and said, "They look lovely on you." He leaned in to kiss me.

Then the door banged open, he dropped his hand, and I spun around. Trang had rushed into the room, looking amazed at everything.

"Elizabeth!" She squealed, throwing her arms around me and I hugged her back, smiling.

"Hey Trang."

"Who's this?" She asked, looking from me to Severus.

"This is Professor Snape." I said motioning to Severus. "Professor, this is my friend Trang."

"Hi." she said and Snape nodded at her with a strained smile.

"I should go down and give my report." he said in a more professional, curt manner to me.

"Of course." I said in the same tone and his lips twitched. He quickly picked up his traveling cloak and went out the door.

Trang goggled after him as he left and turned to me and hissed, "That's one of your Professors?"

"He's hot, ain't he?" I asked.

Trang erupted into nervous giggles, "If you say so." Then she sighed, looking around, "This place is. . . well creepy is a word for it."

"It used to belong to Dark wizards and witches." I said with a shrug. "We've been cleaning it out to make it livable. It's been abandoned for nearly 14 or 15 years."

"Yeesh." Trang said and then she handed me a bag. "This is for your birthday."

I grinned and brought it over to my bed. "You're wearing earrings." Trang said in surprise. "And where are your glasses?"

I pointed to my bedside table while I dumped out the books she'd brought. "Professor Snape gave me the earrings, but keep it on the down low okay? Dad'll be mad if he finds out and I don't want to fight with him again."

"He doesn't know that you two are together?" Trang sounded absolutely astounded.

I shook my head and glanced over at the closed door. "He knows I had a vision that we got married, but he doesn't like it. Professor Snape and him were enemies at school. Another reason is simply because they went to school together- he's dad's age."

"Oh wow." Trang whispered, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Doesn't the age difference feel weird to you?"

I didn't answer as I checked out the book titles: The Golden Compass, Wicked, Independence Day, and Old Yeller. "Not really." I finally answered. "To be completely honest, I don't really think about it. He makes me. . . he makes me happy Trang. And I don't feel happy often, which is a horrible thing to say, but I lost Cedric, you know? And I'm trying to keep a happy face despite everything. It tortures dad to see me upset so I hide it. And when I'm with you and him, I feel happy. I can forget about all the horrible things happening in the other world for some time. And there are times, that I can feel like that here. But when I'm cleaning the damn house- I hate cleaning in the first place- all I can think about is Cedric and Voldemort and how my brother's in danger and I can't even say he's my brother yet for some reason. It's stressful, ya know? But I can't complain I guess. Voldemort wants Harry before me. And I guess I'm lucky in a way. Voldemort doesn't want to kill me."

Trang looked at me with wide eyes and then looked thoughtfully around the room. "You know. . . I always thought the magical world was a happy place. I guess because Muggles, we think that's how it should be. Rainbows and butterflies and zero problems. But it's really just like the Muggle world, isn't it? Just, really, really, more dangerous."

"Trang." I blurted out, turning to her very seriously. "I need you to do something."

"Okay?" she asked hesitantly, pushing her glasses up on her nose again.

"When you go to America this year, don't come back." I said firmly. "Just stay there for the summer and the next couple of years until we sort this out. Don't send letters or owls. The next time you get a letter from me will be telling you that it's safe to come back to Britain."

"Elizabeth! I don't think-" Trang started, flustered.

"Trang listen to me." I said, taking her hands and making her sit on the bed. "You are the only friend who's stuck by me through everything since we were practically born. I have trusted you with every secret I have and you have done the same. Voldemort does not care about your life, all he cares about is getting to me. If he were to get ahold of you, I would come running immediately. It will only be a matter of time before a Death Eater finds out about you and starts looking. They can't touch in America- I hope. So please, when you leave Europe in a few weeks, stay there. Make excuses. A job, a boy, an internship, anything. You can not come back."

Trang looked at me steadily and then she nodded, "Of course." she said strongly. "Of course I'll stay in America."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"What about. . . what about my parents?" Trang asked hesitantly.

I hesitated. "I don't think Voldemort will care. I think dad can keep an eye on them from time to time."

Trang swallowed hard, looked around and then muttered, "Mum and dad are leaving on vacation tomorrow. I'm going to search the house."

"Why?" I asked, frowning.

"Well. . ." she hesitated, "They've been acting funny. . . secretive almost. Whispered conversations behind closed doors. They seem to think we're in danger and with Voldemort rising and stuff. . . I almost wonder if they know. . ."

"But they can't?" I said, frowning. "They aren't a witch or wizard so unless you told them. . ."

Trang shook her head. "I haven't said a word to them of course."

We sat there puzzled and then Tonks stuck her head into my room. "Come on down girls! Happy Birthday Elizabeth!"

"Thanks Tonks." I said. "Come on Trang." I said and got up. I brushed my hair in front of my shoulders, covering my ears and stuck my glasses on and we went downstairs.

Severus had already left, judging by his absence. There was a stack of presents that I glared at as I entered the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth!" Sirius said, grinning at me and winking at Trang.

"Thanks." I muttered, sitting down at the table.

Fred and George apparated next to me, scaring Trang horribly, and she jumped in her seat.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth! Hi Trang!" Fred announced, "How's Oliver?"

Trang blushed red and I looked at her incredulously. "Oliver Wood?" I hissed at her. She blushed darker under her dark pigment. I looked up at Fred. He winked at me.

"Nice earrings Elizabeth!" Tonks said cheerfully from across the room and I looked at her startled, my hand reaching up to touch my ear. "Where'd you get them?"

I blushed pink and opened my mouth and Trang said, "Oh, I gave them to her for her birthday."

"That's nice." Dad said coldly. I think he suspected Severus had given them to me.

Uncle Moody stomped into the kitchen at that moment. He glanced at Trang and nodded at her and then sat down in a chair. Breakfast was finished and Mrs. Weasley handed out sausages and bacon and eggs and toast and various other foods. I noticed an extra plate with crumpets on it and noticed that they were cooked differently. Dad had made them.

"Thanks Dad." I said, giving him a smile and pulling the crumpets over.

"No problem sweetheart." He said, much softer than he had earlier.

They all pressed me to open presents and I found that I had many books. I noticed Fred had refrained from giving me a charm this year. I wondered if he thought giving me one would bring back horrible memories. I wondered if he was right.

I had various books, both muggle and magical, along with lots of candy.

Trang, Hermione, Ginny, and I went up into my room to spend most of the day in there before dinner. We played card games and they looked at my artwork and we gossiped about both the Muggle and magical world. Then, we went down to dinner.

Halfway through dinner, I froze, a scene coming into my mind and my sight left the kitchen and was transported so that I was with Harry. Not really, of course, but it was what I was seeing. There were two dementors at the end of an alleyway and even though I wasn't actually there, I felt very cold. "DUDLEY!" Harry was screaming. I noticed a large shape, my cousin Dudley, running towards the dementors. Stupid! I thought in my head. But where was Mundungus? He was supposed to be on guard duty for Harry tonight, I knew that much. Harry pulled out his wand and I wanted to tell him not to- that he wasn't supposed to use magic.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" I woke with a start. Dad, Sirius, and Uncle Moody were all kneeling down next to me. Trang stood by Sirius' shoulder. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Bill, Tonks, and Mrs. Weasley were nearby.

"What'd you see Elizabeth?" Uncle Moody growled.

"Harry." I said, sitting up. "Mundungus left, Harry's going to use magic."

"Oh that damn fool!" Mrs. Weasley sputtered.

At that moment, Mr. Weasley came rushing into the kitchen, not even seeming to notice me he said, "They're going after Harry's wand! He apparently just used the Patronus Charm. Mundungus-"

Dumbledore came in the kitchen now and spotted me on the floor, "What did he do?" He asked with blazing eyes, helping me to my feet. Mundungus Fletcher was behind him.

"Patronus Charm. There were two dementors." I said, standing up.

"Right." Dumbledore said furiously. "I'm off to the Ministry. Mundungus, you stay here."

Mr. Weasley was writing a note furiously with his quill. Mr. Weasley sent his note off with an owl. Sirius grabbed the quill from him.

"Elizabeth, where are you going?" Dad asked as I started down the hall.

"Upstairs, I'll be right back, okay?" I said, dashing up the stairs, trying not to make to much noise.

I rushed over the desk and got out parchment and ink and a quill.

Harry, First off, well done with your Patronus Charm. Splendid really. You did well against the two dementors. I know you're going to be very frustrated with everyone right now for not giving you any information so I'm here to give it to you. Dumbledore's at the ministry right now, trying to sort things out. I'm foreseeing that they will undo their proclamation to expel you and snap your wand. They will still give you a trial however. Next, don't leave the house. I know Mr. Weasley and Sirius are both already telling you this but it really is of the utmost importance you don't leave, okay? I know that sucks and I'm right there with you. I wish I could've told you about M and Mrs. F but I didn't want their names out there if the owl was intercepted. But it's probably alright now. I will see you soon. Hopefully dad lets me come when we come to pick you up. I think he will. I don't see the exact date but it's within a few days- I know that much. Just be a little patient. I love you. Love, Elizabeth

Sadie was sleeping in her cage with the door open and I knocked on the bars softly. "Hey." I said as she hooted and flapped her wings, "Can you take this to Harry please? It's very important." She stuck out her leg dutifully and I tied it quickly and tightly. "Thanks Sadie." I said, kissing the top of her head and bringing her to the window. She flew off and I felt a lighter feeling on my shoulders.

I went back downstairs where the others were conversing with Mundungus. Mrs. Weasley was furious, of course.

On the side, Mundungus slipped me three Mandrake leaves. I slipped 12 galleons into his hands. A lot for three small leaves, but I was desperate. I pocketed them quickly before anyone noticed the interaction.

"Everyone to bed!" Mrs. Weasley said in a foul mood. Kingsley had showed up at some point and handed me a wrapped gift and whispered "Happy Birthday," in my ear. I thanked him.

"Dad," I whispered, pulling him aside. Ginny had taken a majority of my presents up with her to my bedroom. The rest were in my arms. "Are you taking Trang home tonight?"

He nodded, looking tense. "We'll get all this settled. I'll get her home safely too."

"Great." I said and kissed his cheek. I hugged Trang good-bye. "Sorry this wasn't the best birthday I've had." I admitted. "But I'm still glad you were here."

"The cake was good." Trang said, smiling mischievously. "That's the only reason I came anyways."

We laughed and then Trang hugged me again. "I probably won't see you again, but try to come this last weekend, okay?"

"She'll be there." Dad confirmed. "But it will be her last weekend."

I nodded and said, "I'll see you Saturday, okay?"

She nodded and her and dad left. I trooped up the stairs and dumped the rest of the stuff in my room. Hedwig swooped into my room, carrying four letters, dropping one on my lap and then flying through my open door with the other ones.

I opened it up.

Elizabeth, Thanks for the information. You're really the only one who tells me anything. I know you said you don't know the exact date that I'm getting out of here but considering my problems seem a bit worse, I'd really like if you could get as close as possible. I've sent letters to Ron, Hermione, and Sirius too but Hedwig's to peck them to death until I get adequate answers from them. But I don't think you need motivation so you'll be peck free. Thanks, Harry

I smiled and quickly got out another piece of parchment and wrote:

Harry, Thank you for sparing me from the punishment of being pecked to death by Hedwig. No, I don't know the exact date. However, I would reckon you won't be there for more than 4 or 5 days more. Dumbledore will want you here before the trial. I think Mr. Weasley will take you. You should get another letter from the Ministry soon. . . I think it's been 22 minutes already. I'm not sure how close the houses are or how fast Sadie and Hedwig fly. If it puts your mind at ease, I can foresee bits of the trial and I'm 80% sure you'll get off with zero punishment whatsoever. Dumbledore's furious with M of course. Of course, not as angry as he was in Crouch Jr.'s office last year, but extremely angry. Eyes were supposed to be on you at all times. Stupid really, I know you can take care of yourself. The only thing though was mostly to keep you from doing magic. Moot point now. I'll see you soon, Elizabeth

Sadie had just come back through the window with no letter, looking annoyed. I guess Hedwig had taken her letter from her.

"Can you go back out one more time?" I asked and even though I was trying to stay calm, my voice shook. Sadie hooted and nibbled my ear, trying to comfort me, and flew back out with the second letter.

I paced back and forth until the time started to get late and then climbed into bed. I wished briefly Severus was here and then rolled over and fell fast asleep.

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[itzninaj]

Virtual Sketchbook #1

Writing and Research

Hi, my name is Nina Jimenez. I don’t have a lot of interesting facts about me, but my little known fact is that I am a huge fan of the Disney character Stitch. I also have three cats who are named Mylo, Tyger, and Charles. 

Vik Muniz 2008 Woman Ironing , from the series “Pictures of Garbage” AP1 of  3+3AP, digital C-Print, 143 x 101,6 cm /56.3 x 40 in.

Vik Muniz is a Brazilian artist who uses unusual materials to create his drawings. Such as garbage and perishable items. 

The original piece of Women Ironing was an oil painting made by Pablo Picasso in 1904.

Vik Muniz has a documentary called “Waste Land” that takes place in Brazil’s largest landfill. He picks six of the people working there to pose as people in famous paintings. Along with helping to change their lives.

The woman in the painting is Isis Rodrigues Garros. She was one of the women who worked in a landfill that Muniz collaborated with to make his painting series, “Pictures of Garbage”

Vik Muniz gets his inspiration for his paintings from Rambrandt and Johannes Vermeer. They are both Dutch painters from the 1600’s. 

When I first looked at the painting, I noticed the different textures combined with the colors. The background is definitely what stood out the most, almost like a pretty mess. After researching the painting, I found that the colors were all different textures because they were pieces of garbage and not paint. I was shocked that Vik Muniz used materials like garbage to make his art. Using recycled material to create art is a very well appreciated technique in todays society. Along with the fact that the woman in the painting was someone from a landfill that Muniz worked with. The garbage he used to make the background with was also the garbage used in the landfill that the woman worked in. Knowing the story behind this painting does open my eyes to a different perspective. This painting is the representation of the life this woman is living. I also found out that this painting is a mimic of Picasso’s painting, which is the original Women Ironing. Comparing the two photos together I noticed that the woman in Picasso’s looks sad and exhausted. While the woman in Muniz’s looks more resilient. After noticing that I see that Muniz wanted to also represent the woman’s strength and force that she had. Even though the conditions she is living in aren't the best. 

Art and Writing

This is a drawing of the Disney character, Stitch. It is a drawing made by my cousin that she gave me a few years ago as a birthday present.

The media she used to make this drawing were pencils, crayons, and markers. What makes this beautiful to me is that it was made by one of my family members. As well as the fact that she drew something that I have an interest in. If you've watched the movie Lilo & Stitch, you'll know that Ohana is the Hawaiian term for family. Family is the most important thing to me, so this drawing means a lot.

It's not hung up anywhere in my room, but I plan on framing it with other art pieces I have so that I can look at it from time to time.

Writing a Self-Portrait

Age: 17

Gender: Female

From: Florida

Ethnicity: Mexican-American

Some of the things I like to do for fun are watching movies or shows. I also play some games. I've played games like ACNH, The Last of Us, Batman Arkham Knight, Spider-Man, etc. I also like to just chill with my cat whenever I want to relax.

I am part of a youth organization called YIA (Youth in Action). I am also currently unemployed.

I don't exactly know what makes me unique. A lot of the things I love and do other people do as well. Most people would describe me as weird. But weird as in they haven't met someone like me before. So, what I believe makes me unique is my overall personality, and who I am as a person. As well as the experiences I've been through.

Art Project

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Since when do you ever just drop by? Aren’t you super busy all the time? I mean, after you started doing all those dragon rescue missions, you’ve been gone a lot more than usual, and when you’re not gone, you’re busy doing other ‘chiefly duties,’” she stated, eyebrow raised, arms now crossed against her chest, looking up at him expectantly.

Her eyes widened slightly as she caught a glimpse of the bow and she couldn’t stop the smile that came over her.

When he fully held out the bow and arrows, Danny’s face lit up, her smile beaming. “You- you made this?!” she asked, her expression turning into one of awe and amazement. Everything about the bow was beautiful; from the polish to the Nadder carved- wait, the Nadder! “Is that…?” She carefully took the gift from his hands and ran her thumb over the carving before looking back up at him. “You did that? Are you serious? It looks amazing! I- I mean, it literally looks just like Twilight!” Technically, it looked like any other Nadder, but it was clearly meant to resemble Twilight.

Realizing she had been standing there and observing her gift for a long moment, she invited the two inside. “Oh, you guys can come in if you want,” she offered, walking back into her hut and setting the bow and arrows on the desk near her helmet. “Hiccup, seriously? I don’t know what gift is better; the helmet or the bow, I don’t know what to say!” With a chuckle, she added, “I’ve been needing a new bow for a while though, I’ve been using a spare in training recently.”

Lowering his head, he replied sheepishly. "No, I mean that's true...I guess I have been pretty busy lately, haven't I?"

His whole expression brightened up seeing the joy on her face as she saw the bow and arrows. "Yeah, I did, it's--it's not too much, is it?"

The hours spent were well worth it, especially seeing how happy Danny was.

"I'm glad you noticed, I know you and Twilight are close... I've taken to carving Night Furies on a lot of my creations, but in your case - and Astrid's as well - I've gotten pretty good at carving Deadly Nadders too."

They followed her inside, closing the door behind them. The weather had started warming up, but there was still a slight chill in the air that day.

"No, you don't have to say anything, I'm just happy you like them." Scratching the side of his face, he nodded. "Well, I had started working on it ages ago, not long after Snoggletog, actually, but Astrid also mentioned that something had happened to yours, that you were borrowing one from the training armory. I wanted to give it to you sooner, but given it's your first birthday celebrating on Berk...I wanted to make it memorable."

"Your class should be finishing up soon, isn't it?"

[lipstickbisous]

demesne

PAIRING: chris evans x reader

SUMMARY: his territory, covered in obscenities.

WARNINGS: mentions of age gap, smut; oral (f and m receiving), teasing, dom/sub, daddy kink, his boston accent, slapping, choking, degrading, cumplay/creampie, filmed sex, 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: i wanted to write a birthday smut for chris, so this is if the reader tried to treat him but returned to her submissive ways. this is also for astro's 1k celebration, and my wildcard on my chris evans nsfw alphabet! not my gif

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

MASTERLIST

It's a rude and taunting way, how you sit on the edge of the bed with legs crossed and arms upholding your torso. Black laces that covers just barely any skin creates an illusion of perfect complexion, not that it matters much to him. You're an artwork, begging to be depicted and examined, sold for the highest price.

His hands are warm, fingertips calloused, when he rubs the outer bits of your thighs. Rough against smooth, old against young.

"God," he hisses, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he notices that your ass is only covered by a single string, and he wraps the elasticity of your panties around his index finger. "You were made for me, weren't you?" Any sense of dominance you had only moments ago suddenly disappeared, and you returned to your compliant and malleable self. He hums in agreement, latching his lips directly onto your collarbone.

"Chris..." you trail, watching as his eyes linger on areas that were practically asking to be uncovered.

Then, they meet yours and - though you don't even know how - his body is above yours, towering with a shadow. He mutters a small, "Up," watching you scramble to your feet. His hand instantly cups your cunt, feeling waves of heat pulse onto his palm. It's a rough and firm grip he has on you, pressing his fingers into your folds. "Haven't even done anything, and this pussy is soaking like a little whore."

You almost audibly moaned at his words, squeezing your knees together and suffocating his hand. He noticed but didn't mention it. "Please," you battered your eyes, matching his rough demeanor with the opposite.

"Already a fuckin' mess," his accent becomes thick, the stench of beer and various alcohol heavy on his breath, but it's something that you revel in. "Wonder what it's like if I," Chris cuts himself on when places a hand on your shoulder and shoves you on your knees. The carpet is sharp against your legs, piercing lotioned skin and you did your best to not wince. Instead, your bottom lip quivered. He chuckles - no, he laughs - at how you so quickly and quite literally fell on your knees for him. "Little whore," he takes your chin in between his finger and thumb and cocks your head up so your eyes meet his.

Innocent, doe eyes meet a look of superiority. It clashes, resulting in a lewd smirk on Chris' end. "Daddy," It's a word that hardly affects him anymore because he constantly thinks about it spilling from your lips, whether it's a scream or a whimper. You move your face closer to his covered length. The outline of him is already noticeable, but it's nothing shameful to him. In fact, he takes pride in it because the way you begin to melt just from the thought of him fucking your throat is the hottest thing he's ever seen.

"I think I know what you want," he smiles, because he does know. He always knows. He leans down a bit so that he's inches away from your face. "Yeah, I know what little sluts like you want. You want your daddy to fuck your face, don't you?" Your nod is pathetic. "Then you want me to fuck your little pussy," His fingers put pressure on your clit again. "Then you want me to fill it up. That's always how it goes, yeah?"

The whimper you release is a sound you've never heard yourself make before. It's high-pitched and squeaky, but it's also deep from your chest and low. Whatever it was, it turned Chris on like nothing else. "Yeah," He releases his caring hold on your chin and pops a slap to your cheek, watching as your perspective on him turned stunned. "I know what little sluts want." He repeated, cocking a brow.

He must have trained you well - countless nights spent turning you away from your brattish behaviors had paid off, because with just one look, you knew to unzip and discard him of his jeans. He even sighed when you took too long to throw them to the side and his fist found itself wrapped in your hair. But before you could pull off his boxer briefs, he pulled your head back. "On the fucking bed." he spat, and without a moment of hesitation, you lied yourself on the bed so your head hung off the edge.

With you legs and stomach completely bare to him, the position was the definition of vulnerable. "Atta girl," he whispers, leaning forward so his clothed hard-on is right on your lips. His fingers snap off your panties, leaving a red mark on your ass that he'll later kiss better. "You know what to fuckin' do," he leaves a tightly clamped pinch on your clit, practically moaning when you yelp and pull off the rest of his undergarments.

His girth is massive, 7 full inches filling your palm so you can't even wrap your fingers around him. The mushroom tip is a bright and painful red, leaking with pre-cum that you shamelessly spread over your tongue. Chris moans with a raspy and broken voice, almost losing the dominance he had. "Come on, little girl," he coos, watching your lips part to envelope his tip.

You have no idea how he ever fits down your throat, but somehow you always make it work. You make it halfway, leaving the rest to pump with your hand when he speaks up again. "No, sweetheart. It's my birthday, isn't it?" He pulls himself from your lips, much to his dismay. You nod. "Then you're gonna let daddy use you."

It wasn't question, but before you were given a chance to answer, you feel the weight of him on your tongue again, stretching open the muscles of your throat. They beg to contract around him, clamping down and initiating your gag reflex. You sputter wads of saliva around him, some of it dripping from any loose spaces. Spit fell to your cheek, dripping down your skin to your forehead and hair.

One second was all it took for you to relax, allowing Chris to keep a steady pace against your throat. Your moans matched his thrusts, and just past your larynx, he can see the tip of his cock pushing against you. He doesn't bottom out; he holds it there, watching as your eyes turn teary and wide. Your entire face becomes a beautiful shade of red, and your hands grip the backs of his thighs. "Fuck, yeah," he groans, finally pulling himself. There's a string of spit that follows, connecting the two of you. "Always such a perfect throat to fuck."

He pushes himself past your lips again, fastening the pace he had earlier. His thrusts were harder and meaner this time, bruising every spot inside your throat. Your lips were puffy and tight around him while you pathetically tried to suckle him. "That's it, that's a good girl," Chris' eyes squeezed shut, his fist landing next to your head. His other...on your throat, feeling himself push and push and push until he released, ropes and ropes of cum taking up space in your mouth.

For just a little bit more, he holds it there with his eyes closed. When he pulls away, his cum spills onto your cheeks and eyes, bubbling from your lips and ruining your mascara. He lifts you up with a hold that's warm and loving, contrasting his earlier actions toward you, but once you're sitting upright, he takes his thumb and smudges his cum around your face.

He pushes it so that your mascara runs freely, black streaks meeting your chin. It's a literal facial.

Just for one second, you share a look of affection. Chris holds all the love in the world for you right in his heart. He had shielded you for so long, scared that rumors and traps could take you away. But press conferences, paparazzi, and public media could say what they wanted - you were the girl for him, especially when you looked like this.

Chris lands a smack against your ass, turning it red and he flips you over on your stomach. Your black-lace bra is unclipped and pulled from your arms, thrown somewhere in the room to be found in the morning. "Beautiful girl," he murmured with love, but the expression in his eyes was dark with cruel intentions. You're an emotionally, physically, and mentally confused mess, but it only makes the heat in between your legs increase.

"W-will," you stutter, unaware how hoarse and sore your throat would be. "Will you fuck me now, please..." You're unable to speak anymore, scratchy words just barely making it past your lips. But Chris gives you a look of encouragement, lifting your hips up to his and pushing your head down onto the mattress. "Daddy."

He chuckles warmly, letting his hands firmly place themselves equally on your waist, rubbing the skin of your stomach soothingly. "Say it one more time, baby."

You open your mouth, preparing for the pain in your throat to ensue, but his lips attach themselves to your clit. His tongue is on a mission, licking and finding every spot in your cunt. He glides past your opening with ease, savoring the taste of your slick. "Daddy!" you exclaim, reaching a hand back into his hair but he slaps it away. "W-will you pl-ease..." You almost wail when his tongue taps the spongy spot inside you. "Fuck me! Will you p-please fuck me, daddy?"

You cursed yourself for managing to utter the words, because when you did, he pulled his mouth away from you. He looked down to your core. It was a red, soaking, fiery mess that was loudly begging for his cock. "You want daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?" The asshole was making you beg.

"I need your cock so bad, daddy," you look back over your shoulder, managing to meet his eyes. He's holding his cock inches away from you, rubbing the space below the head. Chris looks at you now with the need for assurance, needing to hear the words. "Fuck my pussy."

The stretch is almost unbearable, and you can hear your juices against his soaked length. There's a puckering noise when he pushes fully inside, his base hitting the lips of your cunt. "So good for me," His balls hang against your clit, and he leans down to place a kiss against your temple. "A good little whore for her daddy." Another to your cheek, and the stretch releases when he pulls away. His hips stutters in his withdrawal, feeling your tightness try to suck him in.

Only the head stays inside before his hips slam against yours, and instead of a kiss on your cheek, he plants a firm hand, pushing your head into the bed. His other remains on your hips, holding them still so he can repeatedly plow into your quivering hole. Right down there, he can feel your pulse against him. It was increasing with every thrust. The slapping noises were obscene and delicious to hear. It was a constant reminder that this was very real - you were there, with his cock mercilessly splitting you open and filling you up.

Your moans were ragged and you didn't even try to filter them out anymore. They were truly animalistic, and Chris preferred to hear your grunts and groans anyway. "That's a good girl," he draws out, watching himself disappear inside you. "Little whore loves a cock inside her. Can't even shut up about it." Not like he wanted you to stop.

"Fuck!" You scream with tightened eyes. Your walls are completely swollen, covered with a slick that coats his cock with a gleam. His tip continuously pushes against your cervix, pressing harder and harder every time with a feeling that was painful but pleasurable. His thrusts shook your body, which shook the bed, and made the whole room seem to shake. "Right t-there, daddy, please don't stop!"

His eyebrow twitches when he lifts his legs, changing the angle and level of pleasure he felt. Somehow, you clenched around him, tightening yourself so you completely suffocated the head of his length. "Won't stop, honey," he moaned, letting his head lean back just a bit. "God, I love fucking this cunt. Who were you made for, baby?"

His hand pushing on your cheeks moved to your throat where he rubbed his thumb and squeezed his fingers. Your words came out stuttered and muffled, "Y-you, daddy." The feeling of release came closer and closer, and Chris could tell you were barely able to let go. "I was m-made for you..."

"That's right," he whispered. "You're about to cum, I can tell," He pulls you up by your hair so your ear sits against his mouth. "You think little whores get to cum?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't ready to cum either. He'd fucked you countless times before, but never did he have you like this.

"Please!" You sobbed. Your face was still wet with hot tears and any cum that managed to stick to your skin. It was actually extremely uncomfortable, but you felt like the filthiest and luckiest girl on the planet. "Please, let me cum, daddy! W-wanna cum around you!"

Two more thrusts and Chris could feel himself on the edge. "I know you, beautiful," he cooed, brushing your damp hair behind your ear and kissing your jaw. Your hands gripped his bicep, which held you up by your neck. Your legs were completely spread for him, and without any energy, they weren't even holding you up anymore. You were merely standing only because of his strength. "Daddy wants to hear you to cum around him, okay? Count down for me."

"Five," You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut so more tears spilled from the corners.

"Four," He replies with more sense of control.

"Three." You begin to claw at his arms.

"T-two." His hips stutter but the obscene noises ensue.

"One." Your groans match harmoniously when you both release together. His and your fluids mix together, and he still himself when ropes of his cum cover every square inch of your womb. Waves of warmth overwhelm you as you fall slump into the bed, and Chris allows you to. Your hips remain high in the air, feeling his cum slosh around against your walls.

His thumb caresses the curve of your ass, rubbing over any red spot he may have left from earlier. He doesn't immediately pull himself away - in fact, he keeps it there as a plug, whispering that "You'll look so swollen and beautiful," and "Feelin' it out, aren't you?" His names for you turn affectionate and warm again. "Baby", "Sweetheart", and "Honey" all cause you to melt in his arms.

When he finally draws his cock from your insides, it doesn't feel the same. You never noticed your cunt was so numb, you couldn't feel him wrapping his mouth against your hole. "Push it all out for me, baby." You moan when his fingers roll your clit between them, and you indistinctly push out the mixture of your cum onto his tongue. He closes his eyes shut, allowing the taste to soak his mouth, staining it so that he'll remember it for weeks.

It's a heavy weight on his tongue, but he closes his lips and gently pulls your face to him. His lips lock onto yours, exchanging it's contents into your mouth. It's a strange flavor - it's the salty and slight bitterness of his (from all the beer) but it has a musky factor that you assumed came from you. It overwhelmed your senses, letting you lay on your back while Chris climbed out from between your legs.

You heard three sounds of a beep, watching as the red dot on the camera flick off. Chris left it on it's three-legged stand for the morning, returning back to you. You knew how the rest of the night - although it was running on 1 am - would go. He would perform the best aftercare you'd ever receive, quickly washing you and dressing you in a pair of his boxers for sleep.

"Happy birthday, baby." You mutter with a sleepy smile, cupping his face in your hands and resting him on your chest.

[echo-of-sounds]

birthday creampie (pt.3 in the 'your first creampie' series)

-Gang Orca x f!reader-

smut drabble of kugo giving you your first creampie

I'm sorry I haven't posted something in so long. And, I know it's late, but this is for Kugo's birthday (it was the 29th)! Sorry I delayed it, but I rather it be a few days late then on time and not good quality.

“Hey,” you welcomed Kugo home. He didn’t seem particularly stressed or relaxed, so that was good. His suit jacket looked fairly roughed up, though. “How was work?”

“How it typically is.” He unbuttoned and flung his cape and jacket over a chair, loosening his tie after.

As he came towards you, you closed your laptop. It was easier to see his clenched jaw and ever so slightly tense shoulders with him near. You whispered, rubbing his bicep, “I’m sorry, honey. Do you still have tomorrow off at least?”

“I have the entire weekend off.”

“That’s good,” you exhaled, relieved his work didn’t mess up his plans for once. You scooted close, curling your legs halfway on his lap. “Excited to see what you get?”

“I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know. I wanted to.”

He huffed, but the hint of a smile wasn’t lost on you. He patted your thigh and nudged your forehead, heated breath warming you. “Thank you. And yes, I am excited. It’s been a while since it’s just been you and I for an entire weekend.”

Your lips pressed to his nose. “Mhmm. An entire weekend with an old man.”

“If thirty-five counts as old, then I guess I am.”

Before you could tease him some more, he straightened, reached into his briefcase, and spoke, “I almost forgot. Look what I found,” His hand pulled out, holding a set of old Scooby-Doo comics; the three issues printed by Harvey Comics that you’ve tried hunting down more than a few times.

You smiled, unable to suppress a sad laugh mixing into your excitement. “Kugo… Did you seriously buy me something on your birthday?”

“My birthday isn’t until tomorrow. Here.” He placed them in your lap.

They were clean, kept safe in a plastic sleeve. You carefully pulled the first issue out and flipped through the pages. No signs of aging or wear affected them. Full coloring. Clear words and outlines. No cuts. No stains. No folds. Perfect. You sighed as you felt the spine, “Where did you find these?”

“An old collectible shop near the park. I saw them, and I couldn’t just leave them there. I know how long you’ve looked for them.”

You slung your arms around him. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing.”

“I love you. I love you so much,” you hummed into his cheek. One thigh made its way over his lap, settling you nice and close. “I feel like I should give you one of your presents early.”

“I’d rather have you tonight.”

Claws, despite their sharpness and size, took the comics with the same gentleness he would use with a flower and returned it to its plastic sleeve. They took your hands next, thumb stroking over your fingers, slowly lifting them to his rostrum, nuzzling them for a makeshift kiss before his tongue tapped them.

You whispered his name. It called his tongue to lap along your cheek, brushing warmth and affection. Hands found your bare legs, working slowly, stroking from your knee to your underwear, sneaking under them before smoothing down again, groping and petting. Occasionally, a nail or two would grace along you, almost tickling, spurring your hips to rock.

Expressions of appreciation and love spread between you. But his clothing felt like too much of a barrier, preventing the words and feelings from absorbing. So, as his tongue mindfully slipped past your lips, always careful of your reactions, you fumbled with his tie and vest. His wide shoulders always made working with the latter difficult.

Thankfully, he took over and unbuttoned his dress shirt, too. It left his torso open, and you gleefully pawed at him. Trapezii and deltoids flexed. Broad pecs and axilla hardened. You traced the rift between his abs. They weren’t rigidly defined like those gym rats, but that didn’t take away from their handsomeness. His bulk and build were still marvelous.

Abruptly, he stood. You yipped and held tight. While he carried you, you kissed and bit one of his clavicles. A low chuckle droned through his chest. You could feel it much better with his top off; his thin skin abling you to feel his heartbeat intensely as well.

You kissed away the hint of saliva and indents your teeth left.

“It’s alright. You’ll have to bite me much harder to leave a mark.”

“I know. Just wanted to kiss it better.”

Before you could peck it again, you were placed on the bed, getting to watch as Kugo unbuckled his belt, relishing in how his Adonis belt, accentuated by the hard line of black and white skin, led into his pants. And those were next. Thumbs hooked and lowered them, taking his boxers too, exposing his beautiful pubis and hulking thighs and hanging, twitching cock pulsing to life.

He didn’t let you ogle for long. He crawled atop of you, helped you remove your nightgown, slid off your underwear, and returned his tongue to your mouth like it belonged there. The weight of his body was welcomed, creating a small little wall to the world. It was just you and him.

Palms flowed down your side, hoisting your thigh to rest on his waist. One of his thighs dipped between yours, catering to your need for friction. Your hips listened, lazily humping his leg, slicking the surprising amount of arousal along him. Your bodies leisurely roused each other.

His caressing resumed, kneading the soft spots on your thighs and cupping your bottom, pricking and spreading them at your sounds. He tugged you closer. You held his jaw, wetly sighing around his tongue, “Ku… Go.”

Much to your chagrin, your mouth was emptied, leaving you to swallow the saliva he left. “You’re much more wonderful than a present.”

“Don’t be cheesy,” you giggled. “And you don’t even know what I got you.”

“I don’t need to know, my love.” He licked your lips clean and delicately pressed a finger inside, eagerly adding a second, hushing your growing moans. His free arm laid under your neck, supporting your back while you wiggled, fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Kugo, more.”

“Shh.” He cooed, always needing to temper your eagerness. “Take it slow.”

His fingers waved, inciting your hips to hurry, and swept upwards. You gripped his wrist and jerked. At your hanging, dry mouth, his tongue filled it. Saliva dribbled from your lips. It became less of a kiss and more of you just sucking on him, doubly so when a third finger wormed in like you wanted, finishing the stretching.

“God- Fuck- Fuck,” you blubbered and scratched. Your eyes and neck rolled back as they sped up, weighing heavy and sturdy inside, molding you to his shape.

Arousal and sensitivity heightened. The three thick fingers sunk fully in. His palm, fawning over your clit, massaged all the wetness right back into you. The increased stress and pressure tighten your body, bearing a sudden tenseness, sending warm pleasure up your spine and down to your toes. You moaned through the waves and ripples until your body gave.

“I love you, too,” Kugo muttered, serenading your breasts with love and long, thorough licks.

You whimpered at the coddling. It was made more acute by his fingers still inside. And he made no move to remove them, keeping them still as you calmed.

Your wandering hands stopped on his erection and weakly pumped. Precum dotted your stomach. He didn’t move, but he did groan, fanning your chest in heated breaths. It added to the fever your orgasm left behind.

You were emptied, lifted, and positioned to straddle him. His cock bobbed between you — hot, thick, and twitching. He rubbed your back as you rubbed him, feeling each vein throb. You couldn’t help but sway, brushing his head just so against your clit. When he grabbed your hips, you sped up, grinding along his length, watching you slick over him, practically lubing him up with your own arousal.

Kugo groaned your name and hurried your movements. Each graze to your clit jolted you just a little more. Your sighs were interrupted by his tongue. Rubbery-like skin cushioned your fingerpads, feeling up past his temple to his dorsal fin, massaging its base. It urged him to jerk you a little faster, a little harder.

Maybe you could give him an early present? Though, it’d also be a present for you too. But you’ve never mentioned it. Maybe this would be too sudden or out of the blue for him? You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and on his birthday of all days.

You’ve seen it, tasted it, smelled, and felt it. But it’s never been in you. No one’s ever cum in you, and you were as certain as you could be that you wanted Kugo to be the first person to do that, and from how your relationship has been going, hopefully, the only one.

You withdrew from the kiss and stopped all the pampering. It took you a few seconds to catch your breath. Red eyes met yours, summoning a bit of embarrassment about what you wanted.

He nudged your cheek, noting your very obvious fluster. “What’s on your mind?”

“Um… I was thinking about something, like… Could we try something today?”

“Try what?”

Unsure how to say all of your thoughts, you boiled it down to its basics: “I want you to cum in me.”

His dark skin couldn’t blush or glow, but you recognized the searching eye and clunky movements.

“Kugo, it’s okay if you don’t want to. Completely ok-”

“I want to.” The eagerness in his voice chased away some nerves. “I’ve just never… done… that.”

“I haven’t either.” You placed your palms on his chest. The heart inside beat heavily, hotly. “I think I, um… I want to try it with you. If you’re okay with it, of course,” you added on the last part, not wanting him to feel pressured in any sense.

“I’ve never had a partner I’ve felt comfortable enough with to try it with. It always felt too intimate than what I was ready for.”

You cupped his cheeks, holding eye contact in defiance of the butterflies shaking your body. “I’ve always felt the same. But I'd really like to try it with you.”

“I’d love to.” He licked your nose before burying into your shoulder. “You’re too good for me.”

“No, I’m not.” You sighed his name, lining him up, slowly and, somewhat timidly, lowering. You grit your teeth from the girth. And it only flared and bulked the further you went, part physically, part mentally.

“I feel like you are.” Soft words purled out, seeping avid praise and adoration into your skin. Claws gripped your bottom, cosseting you snuggly on and against him, trapping passions between you. “I always feel like you are.”

“Kugo…” You rested on his shoulder, allowing him to take control. He lifted you up. His corona, though not much wider than his shaft, popped out with a lewd noise. Without needing to look, he guided you onto him again, prodding your front wall the whole way, groaning as he finally nestled fully inside.

“You’re the only one I’ve felt this comfortable with.” His temple leaned on yours. Arms folded around your waist, keeping you in his cradle. Not once did any of the muscles or sharp points of his being ever hurt or scratch you. They nurtured and gave and celebrated all of you, even the ‘less than’ parts. The depth of his mumble shivered your limbs, “I’ve only loved you like this.”

“Don’t make me emotional.”

“I don’t mean to.” Kugo moved, easily maneuvering your body to the bed, never once leaving you empty. Strong thighs kept yours wide and kept him deep.

“Fuck,” you panted.

Weight settled on you. Hands slid under you, grabbing your ass, spreading you open. His pubic bone flattened to your clit. And his hips glided in patient, languid thrusts. Each one prodded densely, almost painfully.

You grasped at his back. Sleek muscles rolled with his hastening motions. You couldn’t move, too caught up in his arms and cock. At one particularly stressful thrust, you hissed, loudly.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s… I can’t…”

Kugo whispered your name. It was all from concern. You knew that. But feeling him beginning to withdraw, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your nails dug further into his back. You could feel skin scuffing under them. “Stay. God, please, stay. Please.”

He said your name again, remaining still.

“Kugo, I’m almost-” You humped, trying to get him moving. “I’m alright. I’m okay. You’re just- Fuck. You’re so fucking big. C’mon. Please. I want your cum in me.”

A finger tilted your chin up. His tongue bathed over yours and he resumed at the same speed, but much, much firmer, sinking balls deep, force bouncing your body. Hands swaddled your ass, acting as an anchor to hold you still for a good fucking. It granted a stable rhythm and an impending orgasm. And his earnest groans helped, pleasing your ears more than it should have.

The ceiling blurred. A tear cooled your temples. Eyes and heart fluttered, leaving you grappling and gasping as his rutting, grunting body. Yet, before you could peak, you felt his. It was new, hot, swelling his cock, being the first man to ladening you with cum.

“Oh…” you breathed, struggling to get the sounds out. You questioned if it was the average experience. It was almost uncomfortable: ample, awkward, and ardent, pressuring you a bit too much as it steeped around, inside. You trembled and stuttered something akin to his name.

He licked your cheek, cleaning the tear and granting some coolness amidst the sweat. “You need to cum-”

“Don’t- I do- I don’t need- need to,” you blundered.

“I feel it’s unfair-”

“It’s not, Kugo. I promise. This is perfect. It really is.” You embraced him as best you could. Your legs still held his waist, refusing to let go even as he went flaccid. You didn’t care about orgasming, beyond content with simply feeling this for as long as possible. Your voice shook when you spoke. “This is all I want right now. Please.”

Though it was his birthday, he granted you another gift: Arms settled on either side of your head, keeping you safely bundled under him. The remaining tears were lapped up. “I meant every word I said. I love you more than you could know.”

[galaxyedging]

Better part 1

Part 2 | Masterlist

Marcus Pike x f!reader.

Smut from the get go. Fluff. Angst. Pregnancy.

Marcus gave you his cock as a maddening pace. Slow, steady, sure. A quick thrust in, aided by your wetness and his precome. Then a long drag out. The warm, bare skin of his length grazing the velvet softeness of your walls had you both panting into each other's mouths. When he was fully sheathed inside, his body flush to yours, his breath combining with yours, his moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours, you felt comletely connected. Whole. The sex was as close to perfection as you had even dreamed. Except it was all so wrong. The thoughts pushed through the haze of alcohol and sex. Too soon. Risking too much. He should be wearing a condom.

Chasing the thoughts away, you kissed him deeply. It sparked something in Marcus, his hips picked up speed. His thrusts were harder, deeper. Long fingers met your clit, drawing you closer to orgasm. A well placed thrust had you tumbling into a climax. The tension in your body all snapped back to where you were joined, gripping Marcus's cock, milking every drop of his seed from him. It was so much you could feel it washing over his softening length, trying to escape you. It was still warm at the top of your thighs when Marcus pulled on his jeans and grabbed the rest of his clothes. With a rueful smile, he left your bedroom and your apartment.

Neither of you spoke about that night again until the digital readout on your test said '2-3 weeks pregnant'.

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Birthday parties at the office were a standard affair. Everyone knew they would get one but had to go through the charade of being 'surprised'. Walking into the break room after Marcus you did your best mock shocked face at the set up. Balloons and banners decorated the walls. Trays of food were dotted around the tables. Soft drinks were on the counter along with a cake, a rich looking chocolate one inscribed with Happy Birthday in purple icing. Thankfully, it didn't say your age. That was something that was weighing on you at the moment. Truth be told, a birthday party was the last thing you wanted right now. For the next couple of hours you managed to keep your face schooled. Laughing and joking with your co-workers. It was only ever perceptive Marcus that noticed you were off. He was good enough not to call you on it until you were leaving. His long legs made short work of the distance as he jogged up behind you. He caught you just as you reached your car. "Hey."

"Hey, everything OK?" You wondered why he followed you out here. His car was on the other side of the building.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing."

"Everything's fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because I've known you for twenty years. I know when something's up."

"Great detective skills. You should be a cop of some kind."

Your name accompanied his puppy dog head tilt as he touched your hand, now resting on your car door. His eyes full of sympathy and patience. He knew you well enough to know how to break you.

"I'm just feeling my age. There's a few things I wanted to do by now that I haven't."

"Like what?" His thumb stroked the back of your hand. Soothing you, urging you to continue. He knew you so well. There was a temptation to open up to him completely there and then. Tell him everything you wanted. It was too great a risk for you to take so you withdrew your hand. "Another time Marcus."

He respected that, let you get in your car with nothing more than a final wish of happy birthday.

The drive home felt lonely after being surrounded with people. You should have just got an early night. You should have just switched off your brain with some comfort TV. Instead, you tortured yourself by pulling all your paper work out. The report for the doctor. The price lists. The list of donors you had spent another couple of hours pouring over. Speaking of pouring a glass of wine couldn't hurt right now. A beep from your phone caught you attention. Your aunt, the time difference meant it was dinner time for her, late for you. After answering her, another message popped up. It was Marcus. "You're still up. Do you need to talk?"

Your fingers moved of their own accord as they typed out "Yes."

"Be over in ten?"

"Thank you."

In the ten minutes, you gathered all your paperwork and shoved it in the coffee table draw. After he buzzed up you moved to open the door for him. Fourth glass of wine in hand. Marcus stood in the hallway, hair slightly damp, dripping onto his leather jacket, you had no idea when the rain had started. In his hand he held a brown paper bag. Stepping back you let him in. The scent of his shampoo, stirred up by the rain and his familiar leather jacket, wrapped around you as he passed.

"I figured you could use this." He pulled out a bottle of wine. He pulled out a second, almost empty bottle. "I needed this."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Hey, that's my line."

Something about the ease of the banter between you, that familiar back and forth, broke you. Tears burst from you.

"Hey, hey, hey." Marcus's arms were around you in seconds. Drawing you close to his strong, board chest. His lips pressed kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay Sweetheart. Let it out." For a moment you followed his words. Your tears chased the rain drops down the front of his jacket. Once the worst was over, you pulled away to look at him. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, none of that. That's what best friends are for. I've cried on your shoulder enough." That was true. You had been there for him a lot over the years. "You want to tell me what all this is about?"

Not trusting your voice, you grabbed a pamphlet from the coffee table draw, handing it to him. His eyebrows shot up as he read the title. "Artificial Insemination." He dropped down onto the sofa. Like a magnet, you followed. "You want a baby? You want a baby like this?"

The way he said this got your back up. "No, Marcus. I don't want a baby like this but I don't have another option." He winced, realising how he sounded, his mouth opened to fix it but you cut him off. "I know it's selfish but I want to carry a child so adoption is plan B. More like plan C actually. This is plan B. Plan A, to get married and do things the old fashion way is right out the window."

"Why?"

"I'm 38. I have no romantic prospects. Time is ticking away."

A look crossed his face that you couldn't place. A tension rose between you. It was a solid as a cliff face with you teetering on the edge of it. His tongue darted out between his lips as if he was about to speak. His eyes shifted back to the paper in his hand, cracked the cliff and had you falling, flailing out for a conversation foothold. He spoke instead. "So how does this work?"

Good, Practical Marcus. That's who you needed right now. Edging closed you opened the pamphlet to show him. The warmth of him pressed to your side soothed your nerves. "...I've had all the test. I just need to pick a donor and set a budget for myself." You concluded.

"A budget?" He blinked.

"Yeah. It isn't cheap. The sperm alone is $700-$1000 a vial. Insurance won't cover it all. I have decide how much am willing to spend before I give up if it doesn't work." Feeling more in control now you were talking about something practical, you relaxed back and took a sip of your fifth glass of wine. A sip you prompted choked on as Marcus said "How much would you save if I gave you the sperm?"

When you could breath again, he continued. "Sorry. I just thought...well...I have some spare. You need it."

"Yeah. I suppose."

He took another healthy glug from his glass. "It'd be kinda cool to see what a kid with my DNA would be like too."

Your heart clenched. You knew Marcus had always wanted kids. He would make a fantastic father. You weren't a fool, you knew raising a child alone was going to be hard. Marcus had helped you in every other aspect of you life. College assignments, moving home, break ups, work. It stood to reason he would help you with your baby. You were practically inseparable anyway. If he was the father he could be as involved as he liked. You would have peace of mind of knowing the donor's full history. Your child could know their father.

"Yes." You finally uttered startling Marcus.

"Yes, like you want my sperm?"

"Do you have to put it like that?"

A boyish grin set on his lips.

"Yes, I would like you to help me make a baby. We can call the clinic tomorrow. They'll talk you through it all. I don't want you rushing into anything."

"Talk me through it? It's not as simple as a date with a cup?" He teased.

"More the emotional side of it. Creating a life is kind of a big deal."

"I know but people do it all the time with people they know a lot less than I know you and it works for them. This way, if you want, I could be there for you. Help you out. Be a dad when you need me to. We make a good team." His words felt bittersweet. He thought of you as a team, a good one but still. He lifted his glass in a toast. Clinking yours to his you settled in to your regular, cosy routine. Drinking the rest of the wine, you decide to watch TV. Demolition Man had just started. A favourite of both yours and Marcus's. It was just like old times until the sex scene. As Sandra Bullock ranted about the exchange of bodily fluids, Marcus turned his head to look at you. His cheeks were slightly red from the alcohol, his hair had dropped over his forehead from the rain early, his top shirt buttons were undone, he looked pleasantly dishevelled. "What?" You smiled at him.

"I was just thinking. What if we made a baby the old fashion way?"

Your cheeks burned from more than alcohol. It wasn't like you hadn't slept together before. There was a mind blowing night in college, he was the first man to ever make you come with tongue. The first to care about your pleasure and give you multiple orgasms. If you were honest, no-one lived up to him since.

A drunken night after both of your marriages had fallen apart within months of each other, had been just as good. No one had ever taken you with such passion. It was as if he took all the stress and frustration he felt out on your body. Transferring the tension in you until it coiled, morphed, until it became something new, pleasurable.

Since he didn't get a answer straight away he clarified. "I was just thinking it would save money. It would be a lot nicer beginning to a pregnancy too."

He wasn't wrong there. The thought of you and Marcus making a baby together was a lot, you weren't sure you could take it. A one nighter every decade, you could push down into the recesses of your mind. Chose to forget how his skin felt on yours. How your name sounded rolling off his tongue at the height of his climax. How it felt like the last piece of your relationship has fallen into place. What you didn't want to think about was how much you loved Marcus. In every sense. You love him. You were in love with him. He was everything to you. Absence had just made the heart grow fonder. Now that he was back, with another failed relationship under his belt to boot, all the little moments that you could usually push away were magnified. The times when he would laugh causing his eyes to crinkle. You longed to hold him, to feel the laughter rumble out of his chest. When the sun filtered through his hair, you longed to run your fingers through it. When his shoulders were tight with tension, you longed to rub the stress away. The only thing stopping you was the thought of losing him. Relationships were complicated, messy. If things went wrong, you'd lose him forever. No, better to have him like this. You can compartmentalise. Keep those longings locked up. If you were having sex on a regular basis though, it would be so much harder.

With this is mind you chose your words carefully. "We could give it a try, leave it up to the fates and if it doesn't work, we go the clinic next month."

Marcus held out his hand for you to shake. "Deal."

Using the hand he held gently, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was slow and gentle. Seductive even.

"Wait, one more thing. When it's done, once we've, well once you've...er..."

"Donated?"

"Yeah, I guess. I want you to leave. I think it'd be a little weird if you stayed."

Marcus accepted your terms with a soft smile. "Sure."

True to his word, as always, he left right after. When the door to your apartment clicked shut, you curled into a ball were you lay before crying yourself to sleep.

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Marcus was at your door less than an hour after you called in sick to work. "Is everything OK? You didn't tell me you were sick. Do you need anything?"

"I'm not sick Marcus. I just needed a day."

"Oh? Are you alright?"

"I did three pregnancy tests. They were all positive."

The smile on Marcus's face was beautiful, one of pure joy.

"You're pregnant?! Just from that one time?!"

"It only takes one little swimmer to get through."

"I know but it's still crazy to think just from that one time."

"I suppose it is."

"What do we do now?" The 'we' twisted a knife in your heart.

"I've made an appointment with my doctor to get checked out."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's fine. It's just a general check up."

As much as you wanted to put some distance between you and Marcus, the way his face fell for a moment was too much for you to bare. "You can come to the scans and stuff, of course."

His smile returned full force.

All was well for the next couple of weeks, until the morning sickness hit. Well, morning, noon and night sickness. Everything made you feel like throwing up. The only things you could stomach were buttered toast, plain noodles and cinnamon buns from your favourite bakery. Despite your best efforts to hide all this from Marcus, he was there when a particularly nasty bout hit you. Running to the bathroom you barely closed the door behind you before dropping to your knees to hug the toilet bowl.

A soft knock on the door followed. "Honey? Do you need anything?"

"No. I'm fine." The tears evident in your voice.

"You don't sound fine. I'm coming in."

He pushed the door slowly giving you time to stop him. "Oh, sweetheart."

He took you in, eyes wet from crying or exertion, skin flushed, your mouth downturned in a small frown. He dropped to his knees beside you, pulling you into a tight hug. The comfort he brought only lasted for a moment until the urge to throw up rose again. Marcus softly rubbed your back as you did.

"Is there anything I can get you?" He brushed the hair back for your face as he asked.

The action was so tender it took a moment for your brain to process. "I need you to leave." You hadn't meant to put it like that but to be fair that was probably the best thing for you. Morning sickness plus keeping your feelings in check was exhausting. "Your aftershave. That's what's making me sick."

"Sorry." He jumped up. Stripping off his shirt he threw it into the tub before washing himself in the sink. Drops of water ran down his broad chest, carved a path to his belt. Heat bloomed between your legs, another new side effect of your current condition apparently. Your sex drive was going crazy.

"Am just gonna grab a hoodie." As he left to got to your room you wracked your brains to remember if you had put your vibrator away properly after you cleaned in this morning. If you hadn't he didn't mention it when he returned.

"Better?" He asked stretching out his long neck for you to sniff.

"Better." You gave a small nod. Cuddling into him you realised that nothing was better at all.

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Through A Mirror Darkly: Life, The Negaverse and Everything (Patreon Review for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people and it's time for a hop back through the mirror as we continue Through a Mirror Darkly, a look at mirror universe episodes.

Today we go back to something we haven't revisited in a while on this blog: the terror who flaps in the night, the finely aged cheese you left on the sidewalk in the rain Darkwiinnnnggg duuuuucckkk.

Yes the darkwing of the night is back on this blog as we see just where his arch enemy came from. Negaduck's an intresting case as unlike most darkwing foes, who were either introduced alongside their origin stories or were only introduced after them because the episode after that was finished and Disney coudln't wait five minutes, he was introduced in the just us ducks two parter we've coverd here before as someone Darkwing knew.. but the audience didn't.

It also worked. Out of nowhere was this mysterious dark reflection of our hero: while both ducks were hammy, Negaduck was a colder kind, with a sneering voice that just made it clear how much contempt he had for everyone around him, and a penchant for chainsaws. Darkwing could get dangerous... Negaduck was ALWAYS dangerous.

This episode answers who the heck is this guy.. withotu ruining his mystique. Fittingly, like darkwing we don't know WHY Negaduck became a supervillian, but we do know why an evil doppleganger of darkwing suddenly manifested and wasn't the previous negative counterpart we'd seen before.

Naturally given what this series is about, he's from an evil parallel universe; one without hope, where Negaduck rules supreme and where Drake naturally ends up, out of his element, out of fucks to give, and with a world against him. Can drake survivie this world turned up side down? can be be convinced to do the right thing and help this fallen world? Will the muddlefoots wear leather for some reason? find out under the cut

We open with the fearsome five, who just came back from a succesful heist and are hangin out. Down the street. Same old place. They did Last week. Negaduck does however have a thing to do than talk to you so he tries to duck out but the rest of the gang wants to know why he never hangs. Is it them?

The short answer, yes the long answer is negaduck has other things to do at his hideout and dosen't want to share it. So the others decide to do the rational thing and let him go be a dick elsewhere and.. nope they decide to follow him. Granted if they did the rational thing they probably woudln't be fighting darkwing every week so fair play.

At the Drake Residence, Drake is engaged in a long afternoon's nap that Gosalyn rudely interupts. Drake's supposed to take her next door for Honker's birthday party. Drake politley declines

Okay maybe not politley but in his defense: the muddlefoots life next door, so Gosalyn REALLY dosen't need an escort. He can see fine from here, and he talks about how much he hates the muddlefoots on a regular basis. She knows he dosen't like Honker's parents or brother, he hasn't been shy about that, why force him to go beyond "If I have to tolerate them so do you daddddd". Launchpad can't do it because he's picking up the cake.

So Drake is forced to endure this party. Granted Gos isn't much happier as Honker is happy just reading. We haven't really talked about the muddlefoots a lot in previous darkwing reviews as Honker tends to appear solo a lot and the only real time his family was important was during the Splatter Phoenix episode, which was less about the usual dynamic with them and more about Herb being a value pack of dicks.

The Muddlefoots are the Mallard's next door neighbors and the bains of his existance, to the point you think Drake only didn't have a civlian identity for so long to avoid talking to people like them. Their the annoying people in your lives you can't get rid of and you have TRIE.

The Muddlefoots consit of herb, the overenthuastic dad, his doting and mildly annoying wife binky, thier withdrawn and nerdy son and gosalyn's best friend honker and Honker's older brother and waking nightmare tank, who is a bully to one and all including Drake.

The muddlefoots primarily annoy the tar out of drake because they have no real self awarness, the most ironic of hells, and thus Herb just kinda wedges himself into Drake's life despite Drake never being subtle about hating the muddlefoots. Herb isn't a BAD guy.. he's just very awkard... similar to how Drake's not the worst person, simply incrdibly cranky and egotistical.

Drake luckily gets an escape when Launchpad arrives.. and when he was getting the cake spotted the fearsome four, if not negaduck whose hideout the cake shop is. Drake takes the easy out both for justice and to get to trip tank into the cake as an excuse to go get a replacement.

Darkwing arrives.. but the numbers game means he easily looses and the four easily capture him. Inside Negaduck has opened some kinda weird stygian hole in his cake and the villians throw him in.. and piss negsy off.

Turns out the portal is his way HOME. It also spotlights something that makes negaduck so dangerous: it isn't just that he's cruel or ax crazy... it's that he's SMART. Unlike Drake whose clever but is also up his own ass, Negaduck thinks his plans through, and thus knows unleashing darkwing on a world without compitent heroes threatens his reign and goes after him.

Drake ends up in the negaverse but has no idea "what happened to his beautiful st canard". I also love the payoff to that when Negaduck sniffs in the heavy polution and whistfully proclaims "my beautiful st canard". I also like how while having a red skied industrial dystipia is normal to show a mirror universe or bad future, here it's also a nice contrast to the dark blues of st canard, which has a more welcoming night skyline , inviting adventure to the opressive nightmare that is the negaverse.

Naturally this being Darkwing.. he has no idea he's in another universe or what the hell's going on for an embarassingly long time. He comes home and assume's it's wrecked condition is "gosalyn mesisng with the wiring" and assumes Negagosalyn is an act. negagosalyn, like ours is a good kid.. unlike ours though she's a sugary sweet girly girl in pigtails and an overly elaborate dress who does what her dad asks.

It's also a nice reminder that not ALL mirror versions of a character have to be evil. Negagos is simply the oppisite of our gos, a girly girl to regular gos' tomboy. It's weird to see.

Even weirder is NegaLaunchpad... which I didn't evne know was going to be a thing going into this episode before Is aw some fanart when I looked up the negaverse. He's just.. not really takled about. The design is good: a slovenly post apocalypstic biker with a rat tail, the true sign of evil. Admitley I did'nt know that biker micheal liker is the opposite of pilot but it makes sense: Launchpad is classsicly heroic, so his oppisite would be modernly grungy.

Darkwing still hasn't got that maybe this isn't HIS st canard, and watches the telly with his bizzaro family... only to find out he's now public enemy #1 as Negaduck simply went to the tv station when he coudln't find darkwing and put out a bulletin. It's a clever twist too: instead of "the hero is mistaken for their counterpart while the evil version is on earth plotting" as tends to be standard, the villian just takes away the one advantage the hero has.

So Darkwing and NegaGosalyn dart away from Launchapd and his rocket launcher. Negagos... is elated to find out Darkwing exists, her negadad having told her about him, and to hav ehope.

Darkwing FINALLY gets an explination from of all people, Negatank. Here he's a politely spoken child genius, much like his positive counterpart's brother. He also gives out a heap of expositoin but given how stubborn darkwing is, he kinda NEEDS it , and the show's reality is goofy enough for this to work. Darkwing still dosen't FULLY buy it.. till he meets the muddlefoots.

YEah i'm all for leather and chains, but I did.. not want to see that on the muddlefoots and will take the neede dpercautions at seeing this

Ahhhh much better. Anyways the biker muddlelikers mistake Darkwing for his evil doppleganger, but Negahonker ruins the party and thus theyg rill darkwing.. literally. he almost dies and after commerical has been rescued along with Gos offscreen by the Friendly Four

Who Sought out Darkwing.. because if Negaduck's after him he MIGHT be able to finally stop him, as they havne't.

Darkwing is a darkwing dick and refuses to help. It's a harsh reminder to me that this darkwing.. isn't really all that heroic a lot of the time, willing to leave a bunch of people who BADLY need a hero behind simply because "can't make me don't wanna".

Thankfully we pivot from Darkwing at one of his lowest points.. to a reminder of the good person that lies beneath. Negagos.. is entirely happy to let him go, knowing his Gosalyn needs him and sees him off... and with that.. the wheels turn in his head.

He asks a question he likely knows the answer to... Who is Gosalyn's Guardian? The answer? Negaduck.

"Oh. In the Negaverse, there's never been a Darkwing Duck to guard the city... (gulp) Or a Drake Mallard to be a father. For you, Gosalyn, I'll stay."

The delivery here is amazing: Drake's voice cracks as he realizes just what hell this poor girl's gone thorugh and no matter the universe... Gosalyn is his daughter. He may be willing to abandon these people.. but he can never abandon HER. His Gosalyn has Launchpad... Negagos has no one... and he's not going to let that stand if he can help it. If this world needs heroes, if it needs to be better... then he'll MAKE it better. For her. For his daughter.

It's a truly brilliant scene, it's simple.. but the performance and just how repugntant darkwing was being seconds before really sell it: he'd leave this world behind because it's not his... but the second he realizes one of the few people in the world he cares about will be left in this hellhole.. he realizes he was wrong. It may not be his world.. but it's his responsiblity.

He sets to work traning the friendly four, giving them all his knowledge and skills, a crash course in being darkwing duck. And what also makes this work so well is like Gosalyn.. the change isn't too extreme. We've seen from the BOOM/Joe Books comics that these guys CAN at least try to change, and bushroot isn't that evil to begin with. Given the chance or the want to change.. they might have.

They simply havent which is a pity as we see here when breaking good.. their GREAT at being heroes. better than they ever were with villians. They fix a broken and toxic st canard easily, with liquidator's power clearing out the water and bushroot restoring the land. It shows just what these guys COULD be capable of, the good they could do.. if they only cared enough to do it.

They still get captured of course, though luckily a dangerous toy Negajack made frees darkwing and the Friendly Four, now all darkwinged up in proper costumes, easily clean house on the Negafoots, as Negaduck prepares to flee this dimension, deciding if he can't have it then he can just go back.

This leads to another touching moment: Darkwing.. isn't prepared to leave, as Negagos needs him.. but as before she encourages him. HIs Gosalyn needs him.. and she's not alone before. By simply staying behind, putting in the effort and helping this world.. Darkwing gave her four dads, a better world and a hope at a future. Darkwing may be egotistical, selfish and well.. a reall dick of a duck.. but it's moments like this that show beneath it all when pressed.. he will do the right thing and CAN make the world better.

We get a cool final set piece as Darkwing duels with Negaduck in the space between spaces.. and wins entirely by pulling the plug on the cosmic drain, leaving Negaduck to oblivion and Drake home.

So Drake comes home and gives Gosalyn a big hug, which she declares is a bit mushy.. but it shows that as much as they snipe at each other... he loves his daughter and is happy to be back wit hher. He also admits he "loves the muddlefoots' they may be terrible.. but at least their not trying to kill him.

Life the Negaverse and Everything is an excellent episode. While admitely the evil versions of everyone are mostly just evil, same with the good, it works better here than brave and the bold as while we still get an emotoinal moment and negagos is fun to have around, Darkwing Duck takes itself less seriously and thus the broader more sterotypical post apocalypse take on an earth 3 world works, while still giving us said emotoinal moments and nice bits of what ifs: we see what the fearsome four would be as heroes, where negaduck comes from and why as while i'ts not said it's clear he just wanted more world's to conquer and is'nt the weeping sort, and has some fun gags. It's one of the shows best episodes i've seen and I highly recommend it

Next Time: The Kids Next Door deal with the worst kind of pool party> We also FINALLY get the evil spock beard on someone. Horay!